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I am an adult pt 4

Hi. So this is pt 4 of the I am an adult. I really liked writing it and hope you enjoy it too. I definitely want to do a 5th part but I'm not sure about how many more after that I will do (if you get what I mean). Also, all of the German and Spanish is from google/google translate so if it's wrong, I apologise

Barca Femeni x Reader ; Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Part 3.5 : Part 4

Description: Lena gets the talk

Word Count: 4.1k

TW: Slight smut (undescribed/suggestive rather than outright)

You weren’t used to waiting at airports for people. Usually, you were the one who was walking off the plane to visit friends and family. But you couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling up – just thinking about who would be walking through the door made you smile. You didn’t quite know the protocol for meeting your long-distance girlfriend off a flight. You were nervous about it – wanting to do it right. You may have gotten into a bit of a TikTok wormhole over couples reuniting; most people went with flowers and a sign, but you were staying in an unfamiliar city for both of you, and you did have a match to play. It was something you agonised over for days before the arrival. Having consulted an unhelpful Ona, a laughing Patri and an amused Jana, you settled on asking Alexia. That was an adult thing to talk about, right?

“Um … Ale, can I … can I ask you something?” You said as you curled up on her sofa.

“Of course, pequeña. Esta todo bien?”

“Yeh, um … it’s about Lena, actually” That might have been a bad way to phrase it. Alexia’s face dropped, her gaze becoming a little icy.

“Que hizo ella?” Her voice was just as cold.

“Nothing, nothing, prometo.” You reassured her. “I wanted to ask you what to get her for the airport,” you explained quietly, a little apprehensive over her response.

“Oh, cariño.” Alexia cooed, pulling her legs up to tuck underneath her as she twisted to face you, her hand reaching along the back of the sofa to pick at the corner of the cushion. “Honestly, I don’t think she’d be expecting anything. I certainly wouldn’t if Olga and I met somewhere in the middle.” Her look softened even more as you nodded furiously, eyes locked on her patterned carpet. She could see you sag ever so slightly – clearly, you wanted to get Lena something. “I think, if you really want to get her something,” she continued, smiling as you perked up at her response. “You could do something small – like a … ugh, what’s the word …” She was so fluent in English you often forgot that it was technically her third language. “It’s small and fluffy; you give it to niñas,” she clicked frantically, clearly trying hard to remember. “Un oso de peluche,” she sighed, wracking her brain to remember the English word.

“A teddy bear?” You asked, helping her out slightly.

“Sí, sí, a teddy bear. You could get her one of those? It would be small enough for her to pack away when she travels, and it is something she can keep with her when she’s back in Germany.” You smiled at her suggestion – nodding happily at her words.

The day was finally here. You were finally seeing Lena again. Madrid airport was a little struggle to navigate but you stood, buzzing with excitement, as you waited at arrivals. You looked down at the goodies you had with you – a little bag filled with a very cute and very fluffy teddy bear, some Spanish sweets, and an iced coffee in your hand. You had also packed a few extra jumpers to sneak into Lena’s bag before she left.

L💚: Just got through passport control and stuff

L💚: I’ll be maybe 5/10 more mins

[Initial] ❤️💙: eeeeeeeeeeeeee

[Initial] ❤️💙: ok – I’m like right by the exit

[Initial] ❤️💙: turn left when u walk through it and im by the pillar post thingy

5 to 10 more minutes … you could do that. With every passing minute, your excitement and anticipation grew. It had been a long few months without Lena by your side. Yes, you texted every day; Yes, you Facetimed 5 times a week minimum; but seeing her in person, being able to hug her and hold her and kiss her and smell her and touch her and … you couldn’t be more excited.

“Hola, mi amor.” Very poorly pronounced Spanish whispered to you as strong, familiar arms wrapped around your waist.

“Lena,” you squealed, clearly having missed her walk up – far too much in your own head.

“mmmm, ich habe dich vermisst,” she sighed happily as you twisted in her grip to hug her tightly. She was warm and soft and smelt of cinnamon.

“I’ve mis- no, wait,” you cut yourself off. She tilted her head to the side, drawing back to look at you. “Ich habe dich auch so sehr vermisst,” you stumbled slightly but the big, wide grin on Lena’s face told you, you had said it right.

“Can I kiss you, Schatz?” she asked gently. You blinked slightly, not expecting her to ask you that in such a public space. “I, we, don’t have to. It’s just it’s been so long, and,” she rushed to get out, hating the fact that she had made you even the smallest bit uncomfortable.

“Liebe,” you cut her off, waiting until she looked at you before you continued. When her warm chocolate eyes met yours, you struggled not to float away in them. “Please, kiss me.” You smiled as she let out a breath of relief. You met halfway, and it was just as perfect as all the other kisses you two had shared, if not more so after such a long time apart.

“As …” she cleared her throat as she pulled away slightly. “As much as I want to continue. We should get going … but later, ich verspreche.” She vowed and picked her bag up off the floor. And extending her hand for you to take.

“No, wait, gimme that.” You gestured for her bag, forcing it from her when she hesitated to hand it over. “Also, these are for you,” you said with a proud smile, giving her the now slightly watery coffee and bag of goodies.

“Schatz, you shouldn’t have.” She began, but you shook your head, denying her the chance to complain. You stuck your tongue out at her, intertwined your fingers and pulled her towards the exit.

Taking the metro back to your hotel reminded you a lot of your first date. Lena looking slightly puzzled over the Spanish being spoken all around you. On your first date, you had shyly stood next to her, closer than two friends would be not enough to make her feel uncomfortable, and quietly translated a bit of the conversation between two girls nearby; you added the voices to differentiate between the two girls and jokingly copied any actions they did. This time, you let her lean against you, one arm sneaking around her waist to fiddle with the belt loops on her jeans and the other holding tightly onto the handrail. Her head dropped into your neck, muttering something in German.

“What was that, Liebe?” You asked softly, mindful that your mouth was quite close to her ear despite the busy train.

“Müde,” she said again into your neck. It took you a minute to sift through the German in your head. You pouted when you finally understood what she was saying. She was tired. That you could understand, travelling was difficult when you understood the language, let alone one where you landed in a country where the language was entirely different and almost no familiarity to yours. You pressed a chaste kiss to her hairline, hoping to comfort her a little.

“Naw,” you cooed. "It’s okay. We’re almost back to the hotel. We can have a nap if you want,” you pressed another kiss to her head. "But Alexia says she has to see you at some point tonight,” you reminded her.

“Forgot ‘bout Alexia,” she whined tiredly, her grip tightening on you.

“I’m sorry, Liebe. I promise she won’t be too harsh or scary. I know she can come off a bit..." you struggled for the right word. “Intense? But I promise she’s really sweet.”

You finally made it to your stop, and you filtered off the train, fingers laced together so neither of you got lost (mainly Lena, as she didn’t know a lick of Spanish). Just as you were walking up the steps outside, a flustered woman appeared next to you.

“Lamento mucho molestarte. Pero estoy intentando llegar al aeropuerto y tienes una maleta. Sabes cómo conseguirlos?” The flurry of Spanish through you off for a second as you had been conversing in English almost all day.

“No, no te preocupes en absoluto. Um, sólo necesitas …” As you explained the directions to the woman, Lena couldn’t help but watch in awe. She knew you could speak Spanish – you lived in Spain, you played for Barcelona, and she’d seen you talking in Spanish on the football pitch. Hell, the first time she had met you, you were finishing a conversation in Spanish with the film and media crews. It had done something to her then, and it was doing something to her now, too. She couldn’t understand a word of what you were saying, but the accent, the rapid words, the hand gestures, your kind smile … she suddenly wasn’t as tired as she felt on the train.

“Sorry, Liebe,” you said as you finished, waving to the woman as she sped down the steps towards the platform. She was asking about getting to the airport—she had seen your bag and guessed we had just come from there.” You explained, taking her (now slightly clammy) hand and leading her towards your hotel.

The hotel room was big and welcoming, a large bed in the centre with your things thrown haphazardly across it called to Lena as she walked through the door. She left her stuff by the wall and flopped heavily down, sighing at the softness that surrounded her. You looked at her from your vantage point by the door. Her top had ridden up, exposing her abs slightly, her biceps were on full display, and the veins in her arms rippled slightly as she twisted her fingers in the bedding underneath her. She was doing things to you – maybe it was because you hadn’t had sex a good few months (it was currently the longest you had ever gone without since you started having sex); maybe it was because she looked so at home amongst your things; perhaps it was the fact that your girlfriend was finally within touching distance. You also realised you didn’t quite care enough to figure it out.

“Incoming,” you yelled as you launched yourself at her.

“Oof,” she huffed, her breath leaving her body as your weight settled on top of her, both of you laughing quietly at your behaviour.

“Hi,” you smiled at her, arms either side of her head, legs straddling her hips.

“Hi,” she smiled back, lift her hands to stroke her thumbs across your exposed skin.

“I…” should you say it? “I’ve missed you,” you chicken out from what you really wanted to say. You knew you told her at the airport that you missed her, but you needed her to know just how much her absence affected you.

“I’m sorry.” She knew the distance was difficult for both of you. You shook your head, refusing to let her think that this was her fault.

“No, there’s nothing that can be done at the moment. I’m at Barca; you’re at Wolfsburg. It is what it is.” You shrugged, hoping it would ease her sadness a little. “But … you’re here now, we have this weekend. And that is all that matters.” You smiled, the wide, soft smile full of love and tenderness that only Lena got to see often. You felt rather than saw Lena crane her neck up to try to kiss you; your smile shifted into a cheeky grin as you pulled back just out of her reach. She stopped looking at you offendedly.

“Nuh, uh, uh,” you teased, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. “I...” You kiss her forehead. This was your chance. “Missed.” You kissed her cheek, backing out again. “You.” You kissed her other cheek.

“And I’ve missed you, Schatz.” Her hands left your waist, coming up to cradle your face, holding to exactly where she wanted. She waited a few moments, letting her eyes scan your face, trying to commit everything to memory (even though she had already done that well before you left Germany at New Year’s). “So much,” she whispered as she finally tugged you down to meet her lips.

The kiss started out slow, sweet and tender, as your love was poured into it. As you parted, her darkened eyes roamed your body, one hand cementing itself in your hair, tugging lightly as the other moved to trace along the waistband of your shorts. Your kisses weren’t a battle for dominance, but you were falling into a pattern of give and take that was uniquely yours. Your top was the first to come off, hers following not too long afterwards. Buttons were undone, drawstrings loosened and more clothing adding to the mess on the floor. Her hands grasped at any available flesh as your fingers slipped inside. Dark spots were bitten into supple skin, moans were melodies as you rediscovered each other.

“Don’t stop,” You panted into her skin as she guided you to the brink of ecstasy.

“Never,” came her reply, equally as breathless.

“What happened to being tired?” You laughed as she snuggled into your side, her once-eager fingers tracing light shapes into your skin. She groaned at your teasing, pressing more weight onto you. You fiddled with her hair as you waited for an explanation.

“Dein Spanisch. Mit dieser Dame am Bahnhof … Es hat etwas mit mir gemacht” You didn’t understand it fully. Spanish … train station? You were a little confused.

“Sorry, I got something about my Spanish and the lady at the train station. What was the last bit?” You were trying to learn German, but you had started with the most practical things – the greetings, stuff that happened in daily life, cheesy lines you could say to Lena to make her blush.

“Um … it’s a bit embarrassing, really … you were speaking Spanish to that lady at the station,” she blushed profusely. You just smiled, letting your fingers comb through the mess her hair had become. “Es war wirklich sexy.” Your grin doubled in size. So, you speaking Spanish turned her on? That was useful to know.

“Well,” you said after a moment of silence. “If me giving directions to the airport is sexy, you should hear me when I say something truly seductive,” you teased, squeezing her gently as she buried her head in your neck again.

“Mmmm, déjame pensar. Cuando llegue a casa, debo acordarme de llamar al administrador del edificio.” You laughed as you felt her blush, the new heat obvious against your skin. You also couldn’t help but notice the slight shift of Lena’s hips against your thigh. “Liebe, I just said I needed to call my building manager – that is not sexy.” She pulled away from your skin.

“Uh, everything you do is sexy,” she countered. “Say something else? Something that’s actually hot,” she begged, ignoring your teasing smile, and raised eyebrow.

“Hm, vale, vale,” you wracked your brains, trying to think of something that you actually considered sexual. “Quiero que me tengas en todas las formas que quieras. Quiero destrozarte una y otra y otra vez.” You usually weren’t that explicit about your wants, but you were reliant on Lena not really knowing what you were saying.  Lena was gobsmacked. She had not a clue what you had just said but the way you had said it – the slight rasp in your voice, the rosy hue to your skin, the sticky sheen of sweat, the hickeys she had sucked into your skin. She rolled you over, balancing above you as her legs slotted between yours.

“Redonda Dos?” You asked. She knew enough Spanish for that.

Just as things were getting interesting again, your door swung up.

“Y/N? ¿Estás aquí? Ale te ha estado enviando mensajes de texto toda la tar -” Ona cut herself off with a shrill scream.

“Me arden los ojos.” She gagged dramatically. “Ew, mis ojos.”

“Oni, qué carajo en realidad?” You shouted back, dragging the duvet up to cover the both of you.

“Do you want to introduce me?” She grinned evilly.

“No, get out!” You glowered at her. When she made no effort to move, you threw a pillow at her.

“Ale says to come to her room.” You flicked your finger at her, letting her know your displeasure. Turning uour attention was fixed back on Lena, you heard her cackling outside.

“Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße. Alexia wird mich töten. Ich bin tot. Ich werde sterben. Ich hatte praktisch Sex mit ihrer kleinen Schwester. Oh, mein Gott. Ich werde sterben. Fuck.” Lena was panicking – real, genuine anxiety spread throughout her chest as she sat up against the pillows.

“Liebe, it’s ok,” you soothed, grabbing one hand in yours and swinging your other arm across her shoulders. “Liebe?” you tried again.

“Alexia is going to kill me.” Lena said, looking into your eyes for what she genuinely thought might be the final time.

“No, she won’t.” You smiled softly, not wanting to laugh at Lena’s ridiculousness. “I won’t let her,” you vowed, squeezing her hand tight in promise. “Now, we should probably get some clothes on and head to Ale’s room.”

As you reached for your hoodie, your world darkened suddenly as fabric landed on your head. You lifted it up to reveal a very familiar Adidas hoodie, turning back to see a sheepish Lena.

“How did that get there?” She asked innocently.

“I don’t know, Liebe. How did it get there?” You played along. “There’s only one Adidas athlete in this room, and it’s not me.” She shrugged, snatching your Barca hoodie out of your reach.

“I don’t know, Schatz. But it looks like it’s your only hoodie, and I want you to stay warm.” She was a terrible actor.

“If you wanted me to wear your clothes, you could have just asked,” you laughed as you slipped on the material, getting slightly lost as you tried to find the head hole. You heard a sigh and footsteps before the fabric was rearranged on you as your head burst through the top.

“Guten Tag,” you beamed at her.

“Hallo, Schatz,” she smiled at you before stealing a kiss. You hummed gently, allowing yourself to melt into her just slightly.

“Vamos, vamos.” You spun her around to face the door. “Let’s not keep Ale waiting,” you laughed and tapped her on the bum to get her moving.

Alexia’s room was exactly the same as yours – a wide, comforting bed with a mountain of pillows dominating the space. You tapped on the door, knowing that she would probably have at least 3 of the other girls in her room with her.

“Schatz, I know I said I would endure this for you … for us,” Lena said when it was clear Alexia was making you wait a little. Was she second guessing this? Was she regretting you? “And I will, I will.” She added when your head snapped back to look at her. “But I’m really freaking out here.” You softened.

“Oh, Liebe. It’s ok,” you said, pulling her into a hug. “I understand, really, I do. This isn’t exactly how I wanted you to meet Ale, but I promise you,” you squeezed her to emphasise your point. “She’s a giant softy with a tendency for affectionate bullying. If she starts speaking in Catalan, just ignore her; that’s what I do,” you joked, trying to lighten her mood a little. “She’s just like Alex and Svenja are to you. She’s just looking out for me – even though I don’t need her to and certainly not in this case,” you were rambling now, unknowingly easing Lena’s anxieties in an instant.

Someone cleared their throat behind you, cutting your talking off. Lucy. You smiled at her, pushing past as you guided Lena to sit on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in both of yours when you sat next to her – providing quiet but noticeable support. There were more people in the room than you were expecting. You knew Alexia would call on Lucy, Irene and probably Paños and Marta to give the talk, but Ingrid’s presence surprised you, as did Ona’s and Patri’s.

“Entonces, quieres presentarnos a Lena?” Alexia asked, leaning against the desk in front of you, Paños on her left, Lucy on her right. Irene and Marta stood blocking the path to the door – all of them with what they thought were tough expressions on their faces. Ingrid looked annoyed to be there, Ona was trying to look hard, and Patri had an amused smile dancing on her lips.

“In English, Alexia. It’s not fair on Lena to speak in a language she doesn’t know.” You said calmly, breathing deeply to keep your emotions in check. They had promised not to treat you like a child.

“Do you want to introduce us to Lena?” She asked again, voice artificially calm.

“Not if you’re going to treat us like children.” You raised an eyebrow, reminding all of them of their promises to treat you more adult-like.

“That was before we found out you were having sex,” Lucy started. She stood up from where she was leaning, you matching her behaviour by squaring your shoulders.

“Suficiente, vosotros dos.” Alexia ordered before you had the chance to comment. As much as she wanted to give a protective big sister talk, she realised that maybe this was what you meant when you said that you wanted to be treated more like an adult. It was silent as she studied you and Lena – sitting so close you were practically on top of each other, your thumb never wavering in its soothing motion against the back of Lena’s hand, the way Lena’s eyes kept flitting back to your face in search of any discomfort. She didn’t need to do the grandiose speech she was planning to give – she didn’t need to let every one of the older girls chime in with their threats. If Lena harmed you, Lena wouldn’t harm you – of that, Alexia was sure. “Everyone out. Not you or Lena,” she said as you shifted to leave. “Ona, quédate también por favor.” Alexia ignored the other’s protests; Lucy’s whining was heard even with the door closed. She had allowed Ona to stay in her role as your best friend – she wasn’t about to deny her this opportunity (especially since she knew you had promised Lucy you would exact a painful revenge if Ona ever came to you crying over something about their relationship).

“Lena. I am going to say this one time,” Alexia began, watching as Lena’s eyes grew wide and gulped noticeably. You just rolled your eyes at her antics. “If you hurt her,” she paused for dramatic effect. “I will hunt you down … and end you.” Alexia was quite pleased with herself – she considered that to be restrained enough to appease you whilst instilling enough fear in Lena to make her slightly nervous. Lena nodded, taking a breath to start making promises of never ever hurting you.

Ona cleared her throat from her perch on the windowsill, drawing all of your attention to her. She took a deep breath before letting out the sentence she had been practising since you first mentioned a German footballer had caught your eye, “Ich werde dir die Beine brechen.” The pronunciation was horrendous, but Lena knew what she meant. It was the worst threat Ona could think of with Lena being a footballer.

“Oni,” you whined, although you had no leg to stand on – your threat to Lucy had been so much worse.

“There, we have said what was needed to be said. Let’s go to dinner, sí?” Alexia smiled at the three of you, the polar opposite of the menacing Captain that stood in her place moments before. Ona laughed, looping her arm through Alexia’s and heading to the door.

“That wasn’t so bad,” You joked, nudging Lena. The tension was still very much in her body, however.

“I need them to know, and you need to know it too. I won’t hurt you, ever, Schatz. I promise, ich verspreche, prometo.” She looked deep into your eyes, willing you to understand how deep her vow went. She made the promise to herself in the shower after your first date; her mind kept replaying your almost-kiss, your bubbly laugh and the feel of your soft hand in hers. She had vowed that day to never let your smile fade, and she wanted … no, needed … you to know that.

“Liebe, I know that. They know that.” You reached up to cradle her face in your hands. You took a deep breath and said the words that had been playing on your mind for weeks now: “I love you.”

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[romanoffsbish]

Dance the Night Away

Natasha Romanoff x R

Natasha loves you… | NSFW undertones, but no Smut | WC: 1,724 | Flashbacks between the funny lil lines

It was a quiet night in the Romanoff household, Natasha had only just gotten home from her last mission ever. Then she left again, taking your eldest daughter, Ella, and the bundle of toddlers, Milo and Andrey out for frozen yogurt. Your heart ached to be apart, but it also swelled as she never failed to give them her time. You knew she was tired, her mission was meant to be two days and yet it turned into weeks.

——

Your admiration for your wife only ever grew in these moments, and it was made more wholesome as your ears picked up on something special. Memories of a once blooming love story came back to you as you sipped on a glass of rose, now halfheartedly reading your book as the needle swirled around your favorite vinyl record. It was Adele's greatest cover- To Make You Feel My Love. It was the song that played at your wedding as you danced together as one, a perfect encapsulation of your story, from start to finish. Except fortunately for you both, there was no end in sight.

"When the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case. I could offer you a warm embrace; to make you feel my love..."

A flow of happy tears streamed down your cheeks, you then closed your eyes and got lost in the nostalgia.

~•———•~•—————•~•—————•~•———•~

"Excuse me," you didn't have much time to react before your body jolted, a callous hand on your exposed hip the cause for your bodies reaction.

The club was jam packed, bodies shoved up against one another, but this bodily shock felt different. It almost felt like a message with the upmost urgency. Normally you'd shrug the person off, give them a few choice words for having the audacity to touch you, but all you did was shift your body around to face her.

You couldn't tell if it was a mistake, your fronts now flushed as she purposefully pushed you back more. Trapping you against the bar as she'd felt it too, the urge to be close to you was overwhelming and in the same breath it was also the most calm she'd ever felt.

"H-hi," you stuttered, eventually, after what felt like ages of just staring up at her chiseled jawline. Your knees nearly gave out as she chuckled, it was hoarse and the dazzling smirk to follow had you hooked.

"Sorry," she said, forgoing the greeting as her hand went to leave your side, but you reflexively stopped her and offered a nervous smile. "It's okay, I don't mind."

Natasha grinned. "So, you just let people touch you?" You knew she was teasing you, but you couldn't care less. "Not unless they're as good looking as you are."

Natasha hummed as she grabbed the shots she ordered from the bartender behind you. It wasn't her intention to leave the club with anyone tonight, but she did not want to miss out on such a gorgeous opportunity.

So, she let your words hang in the air and, suave as ever, threw her head back to down one while lifting the other up to your lips. You'd parted them without even questioning it, and she poured the alcohol down your throat with a knowing smirk as you instantly coughed.

"What- was- that?" You inquired in a fit of uncertainty, and the redhead chuckled, "Vodka; the Russian kind."

Once you stopped coughing she pulled away from you, watching in amusement as your body lurched to chase down her warmth. "May I have this dance then?"

The booze led you to say yes, rather enthusiastically, and it ended with you two outside of the club. Rain fell from the sky, though it hadn't been forecasted, and you melted into her warmth as she kissed you fervently.

The cab was coming, and soon enough you'd be too.

~•———•~•—————•~•—————•~•———•~

A proposed one night stand that turned into a forever. Natasha knew then that she'd likely fall for you, and the odd thing was she wasn't even scared to do so.

The two of you danced yourself into a lifetime.

There was no end to the amount of times you could reflect upon, Natasha never let the spark die out, even with how busy she was saving the world. Whenever she was away, and the kids were tucked in bed, you'd take moments like these to get lost in the memory cycle.

Sometimes you'd be so out of it, mind too elated to hear the world around you. Like now, you were too lost in the reminiscing to hear the lowly rumbling engine.

~•———•~•—————•~•—————•~•———•~

"Natasha..." The redhead looked at you instantly, her heart racing as she saw you in your wedding dress, you looked perfect. Yet it was somehow bad luck, which is what she shrieked as her hands flew up to her eyes.

"My love," you whispered, hands gripping her wrists so you could pull her hands down to your waist. "You don't even believe in that superstition, and neither do I. Stop letting Wanda get to you, please look at me."

A heavy sigh rushed over your done up face, and her eyes of emerald green opened to look into yours. It set off alarm bells when she saw your eyes were glossy.

Were you getting cold feet? What had happened? She had to find out because if you were running, then she would be right there behind you, on your heels.

"Detka, what's..." You shook your head and cupped her cheeks, she'd yet to do her makeup so it was okay, the dry, bare skin brought you the comfort you craved. "I just needed to see you, that's all. I hated being away from you last night—all these rules make no sense."

"I know," she sighed, "Letting Wanda wedding plan is surely biting us in the ass, hm?" You giggled and the brick that had settled on her chest quickly dissipated.

"I just want you," you whispered, lips ghosting over Natasha's but never touching to keep your gloss intact. She took in a sharp breath as she controlled her urge to kiss you, silly or not, she liked the idea of saving today's first kiss for the altar, but it was hard to refrain. "It's all too much, especially without you by my side."

Natasha knew just what you needed, so she pulled back and extended her hand out to grab yours...

~•———•~•—————•~•—————•~•———•~

"May I have this dance?" You smiled instantaneously, back to your wife as she extended a hand over your shoulder. Seconds, that was all it took for your book to fall from your lap and her hand to envelop yours just before her body did. Natasha pulled you close, soft lips pressed against the warm skin of your cheek, it was unclear if it was the alcohol or her touch that got you to this moment of weakness, but truth be told it was both.

The redhead quickly readjusted the needle, allowing the special song to replay as she pulled you closer. It was never enough for her to have you in her arms, if she could absorb you wholly she probably would, but she'll settle for slipping her hands under your shirt. Her fingertips grazed over the indented lines that covered your hips and her lips found yours forehead.

Natasha inwardly admired your strength, and the work it took for you two to build this life. Her hands never wanted to leave your body, but as the songs blended the mood wordlessly shifted. "Where are the kids?"

Natasha spun you out, then pulled you back in, your face nuzzled against her chest, so you felt as she softly sighed, "They're at Lena's for the weekend, I wanted to surprise you with a few days just to ourselves."

Once the vinyl came to an end you felt a shift in the air, no music needed to play as the energy carried your collective movements. Natasha spun you around, and you responded by pressing your backside into her. Tension left your soul to have her this close again, but it flooded your every sense as she sensually swayed your bodies in sync with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

Natasha moaned against the skin of your neck as your hand reached back to slide into her hair. Your nails scratched at her scalp, melting away the remaining tension from her body that she brought home with her.

Your mind went hazy the longer she moved you, her hands were firm and the thrust of her hips into your backside became a bit more incessant. The redhead turned you around abruptly, your hot breaths mingled as you now shared your air more directly. There was a warmth radiating between your cores that could be felt the longer your fronts swayed together, it was hard to ignore too once you started to whimper at a graze.

Natasha wanted to kiss you, it took everything in her not to, because it'd been nearly a month since she had. At least in the way she was about to, pecking your lips in greeting would never compare to what's to come.

Which is why she refused to do it in such a rush, she planned to take her time with you instead. "Go upstairs," she gently commanded, her tone soft but you knew she wasn't simply asking—she was telling. "I'll be right behind you detka, don't you worry now."

Natasha gave your ass a love tap as you walked away, and chuckled as you squeaked. You sent her a playful glare just before obediently following her request.

Once you were gone she worked quickly to tidy up the room, throwing the boys toys into the right bins, and settling your book with a placeholder on the table.

When she entered the room with her hands full you knew you made the right call by undressing. A bag of organic trail mix stuck out of her jacket pocket, her go to sex snack, then you peered up to see the half empty bottle of wine, and two glasses sat in her hand.

"You always did know how to read my mind..."

•~~ “I could make you happy, make your dreams come true. Nothing that I wouldn't do, go to the ends of the Earth for you—To make you feel my love.” ~~•

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[sweetbeagaming]

How to install TS3 for the ✨chronically TS4✨

Getting back into TS3 posed a challenge for me as compared to TS4. It's a 10+ year old game and of course requires some extra TLC as compared to TS4. So I hope this guide will help y'all to get everything set up cleanly and smoothly! It took me three separate tries and if I can help the next person struggle less, then that's great. Happy simming!

You'll need a copy of TS3 and these resources:

The Sims 3 Performance & Bug Fix Guide 2023 by anime_boom

This lovely post from TS3 community extraordinaire @nectar-cellar

How Use CCMagic YouTube video by @florydaax

No Intro mod edited for 2023 (original by retired creator EllaCharmed) The original mod from Ella does not work for current patch 1.69. I fixed it in s3pe with the help of some commenters on MTS so that it does actually remove the intro. If the creator happens to see this and would like this modified version removed, let me know.

How to clear cache by Carl's Guide

Got everything pulled up? Great! You're ready to start.

1. Download a FRESHLY INSTALLED copy of TS3 to your computer. If you're able, I'd highly recommend having all the packs you're wanting to own already so you don't have to do all of this again. If you are redownloading the game for any reason (like me bc I was struggling lol), remove the existing TS3 folder in your documents and save it somewhere so you can keep all of your mods or worlds there. Back up any reshade stuff from the bin folder. Completely uninstall the game through the EA app/Steam. You may lose your saves and sims due to a change in script mods through this tutorial. This cannot be avoided, trust me I tried. But it's worth it for a smooth game.

2. Do a test launch so that the game generates a new TS3 Folder in your documents. DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT INSTALL ANY SIMS 3 PACKS THROUGH THE LAUNCHER! NO WORLDS, NO CLOTHES, NO HAIR COLORS, NOTHING. This will be very important later on when you merge your CC using CCMagic. If you need worlds or other CC there are alternative ways to obtain them.

3. CLEAR THE GENERATED CACHE

4. If you use EA and open to test anywhere between steps (which you shouldn't really need to after step 1 of the Bug Fix Guide) or after playing at any point, open up task manager and ensure that you end the tasks "EA" and "EA Background Services" before continuing. It doesn't really use much memory but I noticed that it caused stutters if it's open when launching using your shiny brand new Smooth Patch. It will look like this:

5. Begin following the steps in the Performance & Bug Fix guide. The first thing you'll do is set up your mods folder. Follow those steps exactly as they are in the guide, except use the No Intro mod I linked above instead of the one you get in that folder if you actually want the intro removed.

6. Continue to FOLLOW ALL REQUIRED STEPS IN THE GUIDE UNTIL YOU'RE DONE. I mean it, all of them one by one. Heck, if you're open/able to do the bonus and optional ones, I'd suggest doing those too.

7. Once you've completed that, go check out nectar-cellar's excellent post for tips and a fix to make the smooth patch to compatible with Master Controller. I will not be providing an edited version of this as LazyDutchess who created the Smooth Patch is still active and I want to respect their work.

8. If you've made it this far, you're doing great sweetie. Do another test launch through the patcher and if everything runs correctly it means you've done everything RIGHT. You're ready to start playing or downloading mods if you want! If you do start downloading mods merging them will 100% be a must do if you want to maintain any sanity. You can use CCMagic to do so. I linked that handy lil video above!

Keep in mind script mods, overrides, patterns, and CC counters should NEVER be merged. Always check the creator's notes, yada yada. And always clean up your cache on a regular basis. Have fun y'all!

#ts3 #ts3 help #sims 3 #the sims 3 #sims #the sims #ts3 simblr #simblr #simblr community

[desperate-gay]

can i request you write a leah fic based on the song constellations by jade lemac

Constellations

Leah Williamson x fem!reader

SMUT 18+

Leah Williamson has a reputation for sleeping around. People use more harsh terms to describe her, but that feels wrong since you know her. Well, you don’t know her; you play alongside her for the England national team and Arsenal. Once in a while, you both have a conversation, but nothing too deep.

Although, recently, the blonde has been approaching you more and more. Whether it was on the pitch during training, in the locker room, or even at team get-togethers.

You’d think she’d want to get to know more about you before flirting with you constantly, but hey, she’s got that reputation for a reason. She sees what she wants, and she goes for what she wants, and most of the time, she gets what she wants.

Now, of course, you find Leah attractive; anyone with eyes should. That doesn’t mean you’re just going to bend over for her. You never liked the idea of having one-night stands with one of your teammates and going back to training the next day like nothing happened. You also never liked the idea of sleeping around with anyone. It’s exhausting to invite someone into your bed just so they can fuck you and leave the same night.

You have always wanted a meaningful, loving relationship. Sure, you had your fair share in the past, but those obviously all ended up in the dump. None of which made you feel exhilarated. And the fact that the player on the team now wants to get into your pants is quite annoying.

Keira and Lucy always warn Leah to stay away from you. You’re the sunshine of the group that never fails to make someone smile. They didn’t want her to take that spark away from you. Alessia and Ella always glare at the defender’s attempts to flirt with you. You three are considered the gigglers of the lionesses. You guys are usually never seen without one another unless you are with your favorite person in the whole world, Esme Morgan.

If you aren’t with Tooney or Lessi, you are most definitely with the smiley gal. The two of you have the brightest smiles and most infectious laughs ever. Both are the kindest beings anyone could meet on this earth, plus, to mention, you two basically grew up together.

So when Esme found out what was happening, her usual chippy personality turned bitter. She knows Leah’s intentions, and she doesn’t want that anywhere near you. People may call her particularly protective over you, but she just doesn’t want to see you hurt is all.

When you noticed her attitude switch whenever the flirtatious blonde approached you, you assured her there was nothing to worry about.

—

Practice has just ended, so everyone is getting changed in the locker room. You are pulling your shirt over your head when you hear someone approaching you.

“You looked quite fit out there, darling.”

You whip around and see the one person who has enough confidence to say something like that with no hesitation.

“Thank you.” You say, looking down bashfully, never really knowing how to take compliments. The taller girl notices the red that starts to appear at the tip of your ears and smirks to herself.

She places her right hand on your hip before leaning in close to your ear. “You always look fit, my dear.” She whispers before moving your body to the side to walk past you. Your eyes follow her path with your mouth slightly open.

Ella, Alessia, Lucy, and Esme all watch the interaction happen with clenched jaws and piercing eyes. Keira doesn’t have the heart to be angry at her best friend, but she does sigh and look down to continue packing her kit. Leah can feel multiple eyes trailing her, but she doesn’t let it bother her. Overall, it’s your choice what happens between you two, not theirs.

Once you’re done with changing, Esme offers you a ride home so she can hang out and steal your ice cream. You, of course, accept her offer, wanting to spend more time with your best friend. When you get into her car, you plug in your phone to the aux cord and play your guy’s playlist in the background.

“Besides stealing all of my food, what do you plan on doing when we get to my home?”

She hums as a sign she’s trying to think of an answer. “I’m not sure yet; I haven’t gotten that far.” You scoff at her teasing smile and quickly return it.

As you pull into the parking space in front of your loft, you notice a man standing on concrete with a bouquet of multiple different flowers, looking confused. You and Esme step out of the car, and you make your way towards the stranger.

“Excuse me, sir. Do you need help with anything?” The young man gives a clumsy smile and nods his head.

“You don’t by chance know a ughh, Y/n Y/l/n around here, do you?”

"Umm, that, ironically, would be me.” Your face scrunches up in confusion, while Esme’s does the same. The man gently hands you the flowers, saying someone sent them to you.

“You just have to sign here, please, to let the company know you’ve received your flowers in perfect condition.” He exaggerates as you fake solute, asking the blonde next to you to hold the flowers. You sign the paper and say a quick goodbye before moving up a few steps to your front door to unlock it.

“Who in the world sent flowers to you?” She teases, taking her shoes off and handing you the flowers. You place your nose right over the flowers to smell them.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” All you do is shrug your shoulders before moving around to look for a vase. You set the flowers in the center of the table and go to join Esme on the sofa. She grabs the remote and puts on Modern Family. You look over and notice a sour expression on her face. Reaching over, you poke her cheek to make her look over at you. “What’s up, Ez?”

“I bet I know who sent the flowers.” She grumbles with her arms crossed, still looking at the television. After thinking about it briefly, you finally understand who she’s referring to. She wouldn’t have that familiar scowl for just anybody.

“Hey, even if it was her, there’s no need to worry about anything. She sleeps around, and that’s something I don’t like, remember?” She turns her head towards you and has a semi-sad expression.

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt. I see the way you blush around her.” Her voice is soft, along with her facial features. You reach over and grab her hand to squeeze it.

“I know you don’t, and I love that about you. Yes, I find Leah attractive, but she doesn’t want anything serious, and I’m not putting myself in that situation.” Esme nods in understanding, and you both turn your attention back to the show in comfortable silence.

—

“Did you see the gift I sent you?”

You’re on the pitch stretching before training starts when Leah comes over to you. You sigh and stand up to turn towards her. "Yes, I did; they were beautiful, but I’m still trying to figure out why I got them.”

“Because a beautiful girl deserves beautiful things.” She smiles without breaking eye contact. You playfully roll your eyes at her and bend down to touch your toes.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

It’s silent for a minute before the taller girl blurts, “Go on a date with me tonight.”

You quickly straighten your posture and give her all your attention. Your eyebrows furrowed at the demand. “Pardon?”

“Let me take you out tonight. I know just the place.” She notices your hesitation, so she places a hand on your waist. “C’mon, dinner and maybe some sex?”

You scoff at her forward statement and start to walk away. “No.”

“Fine, just sex.” She follows after you. No one is near you two, so no one can hear what’s happening. You stop and turn around.

“How about just dinner?”

“Ehhhh.”

“Then no.”

You move to continue to walk away before her hand reaches out to grip your wrist. “Okay, okay. Just dinner.”

—

It turns out you and Leah only live about two blocks from one another, so when it’s time to pick you up, she decides to walk over. The place she has made reservations for is right across the street from your place. Leah let you know beforehand that the place you’ll be eating at isn’t too fancy, so just dress casually.

You’re finishing up the last minor touches on your makeup when you hear a knock at your door. Quickly, you grab your purse, phone, and keys and rush to open the door. Leah looks over, smiling, and offers you her hand to take once you lock the door. She’s wearing a white dress shirt along with tan baggy jeans, while you wear black leggings with a light blue tank top.

The date overall goes great. When you get seated, Leah being the gentlewoman she is, pulls out your seat for you and pushes you in. You both get to know each other better and laugh at the random stories you tell each other.

Your arm is hooked on Leah’s as you both laugh and walk towards your home. You stop right before you reach your stairs and look at her with a smile. “I had a lot of fun tonight, thank you.” The keys dangle in your hand, and then Leah reaches and steals them for you.

“Let me help you with your flowers.” She smiles smugly, keeping the keys behind her shoulder.

“No, we just met tonight.”

“We have known each other for years. We play for the same teams.” Your faces are close together as you giggle.

“We might play together, but that doesn’t mean we know each other. Tonight was our first step in actually getting to know one another.”

“C’mon.” She leans even closer, trying to tempt you. Your eyes wander at her face before you pull back slightly.

“You can’t come up.” You say with all the willpower you have left. She sure knows how to get a girl to swoon. “You have to woo me first.”

You dramatically flip your hair, making the taller girl laugh at your antics. Her laughter dies down, and she places her hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. “I can definitely woo you if you let me up.”

You laugh again and press your hands to her chest. “I don’t want this to be a one-night thing.” You whisper while looking her in the eyes. Pecking her cheek, you take quick action to grab your keys and run up the stairs. Once you unlock your door, you turn your attention to the starstruck girl. “Goodnight, Leah.”

—

Surprisingly, Leah asks you on a second date the day after. Esme doesn’t like the sound of it, but she can’t control what you do, so she just accepts it.

Once again, Leah picks you up from your house, and you both walk to the unknown destination of your date. She said it’s about a 20-minute walk before getting you. On arrival, you see a bright neon sign saying arcade.

“You didn’t.” You excitedly say and smile at the blonde.

“Are you ready to get your butt beat?”

Through the date, you both challenge each other in multiple games like air hockey, racing games, etc. So when it comes down to your tiebreaker, Leah challenges you in one last game of basketball. You both put the tokens in and press the button to play against each other and once the buzzer tells you to go, you both start making shots left and right. Leah looks over and grabs one of your basketballs to palm it and hold it in the air.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” You look at the score and see she has a few more points than you. The taller girl smirks as you try to reach for the ball that's in her hand. With her other free hand, she pushes against your back to pull you closer to her, and she leans down, pressing her lips against yours. You’re shocked at the quick action, but you stop trying for the ball that’s above your head and wrap your arms around her neck.

You pull away when the whistle signals the game is done. Both of your guy’s eyes remain on the other’s lips, still a little hazed from the kiss.

“I win.” She whispers, making you wonder if she's talking about the game or you.

—

The next date is a simple stroll downtown, visiting all the little stores. Your hands stay interlocked while walking up and down the streets.

In one of the buildings you go into, you see a photo booth and beg Leah to go with you. After a few seconds of you pleading, she finally says yes and lets you drag her to the curtain-covered box. The first photo you take is just one of you guys smiling at the camera. The second one is both of you sticking your tongues out and crossing your eyes. The third is a little blurry because of the two of you laughing and moving to hunch over. Then the fourth and final photo contains both of you gazing at each other with loving looks in your eyes. Soon after the last photo is taken, you both lean in for a feverish kiss.

You grab the photo strip from the outside of the booth and smile at the photos. You start to complain that there’s only one strip, but she insists you take it, knowing you want it the most.

After an hour or two more of exploring the town, she walks you up your stairs to your front door. Your hands softly grab the back of her neck and pull her in for a sweet kiss. When you pull away, she chases after your lips with a whine, causing you to giggle. You place one final peck on her lips and whisper, “Goodnight, Leah.”

—

Looking in the mirror, you put on your earrings and step back to look at your dress. It’s a scarlet red dress that hugs your body just right. The back of it cuts low to the lower part of your back, and the front shows the perfect amount of cleavage. The necklace that hangs from your neck fits perfectly with it. Smoothing out the fabric, you hear the familiar rhythm of the knock on your door.

Leah stands there in all her glory in a gray, sleeveless pantsuit. The outfit shows off her toned arms and collarbones perfectly. You let out a breath you don’t know you’re holding, and take her awaiting hand. She presses a kiss to your fingertips and says, “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

You blush at the name and also compliment her back. She walks you towards an unfamiliar car and opens the passenger door for you.

“I figured we should drive this time. I’m sure it won’t be comfortable walking in those shoes.” She points at your short heels. It makes you realize that for all of your dates, you always walked to your destination. You smile at her consideration for your comfort and get in the car. While she drives, she places her hand on your knee and rubs her thumb up and down.

When she pulls up to the fancy restaurant, she rushes to your side of the car and opens the door for you, holding her other hand out for you to grab to help you get out. Walking in, you hear soft orchestral music playing through the building, along with people’s conversations merging and the echoing of silverware clinking together. It wasn’t loud; it was quite relaxing. Leah and you approach the podium with a girl standing behind it with a smile on her face. Leah’s hand stays at the small of your back to guide you and also just to feel you.

“Hello, what can I help you with tonight?” The host asks in a sweet tone.

“Hi, I made a reservation.”

“Sure! Under what name would that be?” The girl taps on the touch screen in front of her to check for the name.

“Leah Williamson.” The blonde nods softly at the host.

“Great! Now if you’d like to follow me, I’ll show you to your seats.” Leah smiles and keeps her hand on your back as you follow the girl. She pulls out your chair for you, just like she did on your first date. “The waiter will be here to take your orders shortly.” The host smiles at the two of you and makes her way back to the front.

You both ordered your desired dishes along with some dessert to share. You’re both laughing when a random girl comes over and places her hand on Leah’s shoulder, making you frown at the action. The blonde turns over and sees a semi-familiar face.

“Hey Leah, I haven’t seen you since that crazy night at the club.” The random girl continues to rub one of her hands up and down Leah’s shoulder as if you weren’t there. Leah just politely smiles and greets her. The girl tries to continue a conversation when you pick up two of your empty dishes and hand them to her.

“Thank you so much; the food was amazing.” Leah turns her head at you with a smile as the random girl gives you a strange look, but walks away with the dishes anyway. You grab your glass of wine and slowly sip it while staring at the walking figure, but you’re interrupted by the laughter coming from across the table.

“What was that?” She chuckles, and you give her a knowing look. She shakes her head with a soft smile displayed on her lips.

—

Once Leah pulls up to the sidewalk of your home, she walks you up to your door and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s not very long, but she backs away and places a kiss on your knuckles. The blonde moves down one stair and turns to walk away, but gets stopped by your hand continuing to grip hers. Her eyes meet yours as you nod your head towards the house.

“Why don’t you come in for a drink? Their wine wasn’t all that good.” Leah nods her head and smiles while you drag her inside.

You both were already tipsy from the restaurant, so adding more alcohol to your systems is like adding fuel to a fire. Hands are roaming each other’s bodies whenever you can, and you both feel just as fuzzy-headed. Music plays on your surround system around the house while both of you find comfortable positions across from each other on the couch, and Leah leans over and brushes a string of hair behind your ear.

“You look absolutely stunnin’ right now. Cheeks all rosy, hair a little messy. So beautiful.” She whispers toward the end because she’s too busy leaning in. Her lips lightly brush against yours, allowing you to pull away if needed. You maneuver yourself forward, pressing your lips together with more force, which makes the blonde smile slightly. Hands fall to your waist and start to pull you in even closer.

“You’re really good at that.” You breathlessly whisper, keeping your hands on her shoulders as she keeps hers on your hips. Your eyes flutter close when the defender moves her nose to touch yours, teasing her lips at the side of your mouth.

“I know I am.” That cocky personality comes back stronger than ever, so before you can scold her, she slams her lips back on yours and glides her tongue into your mouth, causing you to gasp, which allows her to push her tongue even further. She bites down on your bottom lip and pulls it, tugging it toward her before letting it go with a pop. You kiss down her jawline, eventually even further to her neck. Her hands find a place on your ass and guide you to start rocking your hips a little, encouraging you to keep sucking at her sweet spot.

She abruptly stands up with her hands remaining in their initial place, holding you up with her with your legs wrapped around her waist. “Where’s your bedroom?” She asks, breath ghosting of your face.

“Down the hall, last door on the right.”

You attach your lips back to hers as she blindly makes her way to your bedroom, trying not to crash into anything. Once she steps foot into the room, her foot kicks your door closed, and she pins you against it. The music can still be heard from the speakers, making the mood even hotter. The taste of wine can still be found in both of your mouths as you make out against the wooden door.

“How are you so good-looking all the time?” Leah mutters, moving over to your bed and placing you on the soft sheets.

“How are you so good-looking all the time?” You counter back, sitting up so you're face-to-face with the other girl. Her finger slips under one of the straps of your dress, slowly pulling it down while peppering kisses down your shoulder. She repeats the action on the opposite side and drags your dress down your body, still trailing kisses along with it. Once it’s off, she throws it somewhere on the floor and takes quick action to unclip your strapless bra. “It’s unfair that you’re still dressed and I’m not.”

“Well, you’re the one who’s about to get fucked into this mattress.” She rasps, plunging her lips to your neck to start sucking and biting at the flesh. Your hips buck into hers when she finds the perfect spot and nibbles on it. Her hands make work of your breasts, making you jump at the cold feeling of her rings on your warmed-up skin.

Finally, her fingers make it to the waistband of your pants, and she pulls them down as her lips kiss right above the fabric as it’s getting dragged away. Your breath hitches in anticipation as she flings the fabric to meet your dress on the floor.

“Let me take this off, at least.” Your fingers fiddle with the buttons on her top and begin to undo them. Her eyes gaze at yours as you look up at her.

“You look so good under me, baby.” Her voice lowers almost to the point where you can’t hear her. She shrugs off her top and steps out of her pants, so she is only in her underwear. The palms of her hands meet the inner of your thighs, spreading them so she can get a better look. “You’re soaking wet. Did I do this to you?”

You nod your head with a whine, wanting the blonde to do something to relieve your needs.

“Words, doll.”

“Yes, yes, you did this to me, and I need you to do something about it. Please.”

She chuckles at your desperation and kisses your stomach, then your thighs, and finally the place you need her the most. Her tongue draws a line up your slit before sucking on your clit. Your hips buck subconsciously, but Leah puts an end to it when her hands reach your waist and force you down onto the bed. You bite your lip so you don’t make a sound. This makes the blonde stop and raise her head.

“Don’t bite your lip. I want to hear exactly how I make you feel.” She states seductively, returning to her position, lapping up your arousal, and sucking on your bud. The sound of your moans bouncing off the walls, along with music from the living room, sparks the girl up more. Your hand digs into her hair, and your hips start to rock against her face when she moves faster, allowing the buildup in the pit of your stomach to get bigger. Your moans become more frequent and a little louder, showing Leah that you’re close. She pulls away for a split second to whisper, “Cum for me, doll.”

Your back arches further and further off the bed the closer you get; eventually, the coil snaps, making your body shutter and muscles tense, allowing your body to return to its first resting position. Leah’s tongue slowly continues to place soft licks, helping you get all the way through your orgasm. Your hand makes its way to her cheek and urges her to move up by you. Her chin glistens in your arousal, and she drags her thumb over it to wipe it off, then places her thumb in her mouth.

“You taste so sweet.” Your arms wrap around her neck to pull her down and kiss her. As her tongue makes its way into your mouth, you can taste the mixture of alcohol and you.

Right away, her fingertips drag down your stomach and then down to your heat. Testing the waters, she rubs her fingers over your clit which causes your legs to twitch since you’re still a little sensitive.

“Are you going to continue being my good girl?”

“Yes.”

Her smirk widens at your obedience, and as a reward, her fingers dip into your dripping hole, making you gasp at the sensation. Without warning, she plunges two digits into you, chuckling at your whimpers and moans. Her lips make their way back to yours, swallowing all of your little noises.

After a minute or two, her fingers brush against your g-spot and her lips start sucking on your pulse point, leaving a hickey. Your moans grow louder at the repeating strokes that hit your spot perfectly. Compared to your orgasm, this one feels way more intense.

“I can feel you tighten around my fingers, darling. You’re already gonna cum again?”

This time you can’t respond; you’re too breathless, and the whines spilling out of your mouth constantly don’t give you any time to answer her. Your vision becomes spotty, and you feel wetness covering the insides of your thighs. Your orgasm crashes over you but lasts longer than anyone you’ve ever had.

Without your knowledge, Leah pulls away and looks at you with her jaw hanging open. When you finally come down from your high, you meet her gaze with a questioning look. A smug smile takes over her features, which makes you even more confused.

“You soaked the sheets and my arm, doll.”

Your eyes trail down, and you see a big wet patch on the mattress and the blonde's arm soaked. Feeling embarrassed, you cover your face with your hands and fall back against the pillows with a groan. Leah wipes her arm against the sheet you will definitely be washing later.

Leah lays beside you and grabs your wrists to move them from your face. She leans over and pecks your forehead, your chin, both of your cheeks, your nose, and then finally, your lips. Her eyes light up when she sees you smile at her gesture. You’re both lying together for a few minutes before Leah stands up and grabs her shirt.

“What are you doing?” You sit up with your arms holding you.

“Uhh, I’ve got a couple of errands to run in the morning, so I’ve gotta get home.” Her fingers work at one of the buttons of her shirt, and she keeps her head down.

You sigh before saying, “I know you have a reputation for sleeping around, and I know it’s a mess, but you don’t need to hide. You can let me in. So you can either get into bed at the count of three or you can walk out that door and never talk to me again.”

Her fingers stop buttoning up her shirt, and she finally looks at you.

“Three.”

Still in the same spot.

“Two.”

Only moves one step forward.

“One.” You pull your comforter down, patting the spot she was previously in. She quickly takes her top off and lays down next to you. You turn to your side so Leah can wrap her arms around you. Her nose nuzzles into your neck, and she hears you mumble, “I knew you had a soft side.”

The taller girl realizes she enjoys having a body next to her, especially one she’s grown to really like, but then it hits her. She’s never done this. This isn’t who she is. Multiple thoughts race through her head while you sleep soundly right next to her. She slowly removes her arms, making sure you don’t stir, which, luckily for her, you don’t. Quickly, she stands up, gets dressed, and rushes out the door.

—

The sun peeks through the curtains, waking you up. You smile and turn around, only to be met with empty sheets. Sitting up, you look on the ground and see all of Leah’s clothes missing.

The feeling of embarrassment floods your veins as you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. You feel stupid that you actually believed Leah would fall for you. You feel used, as if she just took you on those dates just to have sex with you. And you feel ashamed. Ashamed, you didn’t listen to any of the warnings thrown your way by your best friends.

Tears begin to trail down your cheeks before you even realize it. I guess you’re just not lovable for the Leah Williamson.

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson smut #woso x reader #woso smut #leah williamson #woso #lgbtq

[campoverlook-if]

Welcome to Camp Overlook, Where We're Stronger Together!

DEMO LINK ll Updated: 4/3/24 ll Wordcount: 57k [W/O Code], 14k [Average]

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Secrets are all around you in the small town of Crescent Cove, and its local summer camp, Camp Overlook. A place where childhood memories mix with the unsettling realities of the unknown.

A place once known for freedom and friendship, is now shrouded in flickering lights crawling around the woods and campers vanishing into thin air. Far hidden in Hudson Forest is the truth of any person's most horrid nightmares.

As a counselor, you are entrusted with guiding a group of youngsters through their formative days of self-discovery as you grapple with the disturbing circumstances around you.

Whether you are a newbie or a returning former camper yourself, the secrets of the woods are still ominous and crippling. Among the cheer of camp, eerie events unfold before you.

Is Mr. Adams, the cheerful camp director, still a jolly man, or is there something now hidden beneath the surface? Is Crescent Cove, the quiet little mountain town, hiding a secret so great that it will do anything to keep it covered? Are the campers, lovable and rebellious, exhibiting behavior that goes against their nature?

Camp is supposed to fun, so why are you running for your life?

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Setting: Crescent Cove, USA (Fictional Small Town)

Genre(s): Horror, Mystery, Drama, Romance

Warning(s): This is an 18+ story for depictions of violence, death, sexual themes, and child endangerment.

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Customizable MC - Name, gender, appearance, sexuality, and personality are all choosable aspects to make your counselor.

Get To Know Your Little Campers - The kids look up to you at the end of the day and their relationships with you reflects on the story.

Discover The Mystery of Crescent Cove - Learn the truth on what exactly happened thirty years ago that changed a small town forever.

Find A Summer Lover - Choose from thirteen ROs all looking for someone to love. Maybe you’ll find more than just one...

Meet Your New Best Friends - Create lasting friendships that survive the test of time. Or lifetime rivals that are ready to hurt you at any chance.

The Camp Needs You - Save your friends and protect the camp, or watch it all disappear before your eyes.

Lucas [M] - The King of the Woods

Stuck up, arrogant, and just one half of an irritating duo. Lucas always has to have the last word and the last thing anyone needs is to hear him whine about not getting it. It doesn’t help that the staff like him, the liar. Just be sure to stay out of his way or else.

Asher [NB] - The Sleeping Angel

Completely checked out of life, or at least, that’s what Asher wants everyone to think. There’s just a little something more hiding under that quiet exterior but Asher isn’t the type of person to open up to just anyone. They’ve got demons in their closet, and they’ve come along to camp for the ride.

Jack/Jasmine [M/F] - The Wise Old Tree

If anybody can round up a group of rowdy kids and teens together its this counselor. Calm and collected, they're there when the situation loses control and everyone needs to be working together on the same page. But this personality wasn’t perfected over night and even the calmest of seas can swallow those around them below.

Ethan/Ella [M/F] - The Friend of None

What some may call everyone’s best friend, they're at this camp for one thing and one thing only. To make a summer that’ll last forever. Leader of the pack, they know how to get the populous together and have a good time. But even the party animal has to get tired at some point and it's those moments when the real them emerges.

Ruby [F] - The Little Red Hen

Soft-spoken, polite, and kind to a fault. Ruby is the person you want when you need a comforting hand. A true healer and guiding life even if she is a little shy around others. But all healers have a story, Ruby just doesn’t have the cure to make it all go away.

William/Willow [M/F] - The Undisguised Wolf

They say if you gaze into the abyss, it tends to gaze back and tells you what you’re made of. That’s how it feels when this quiet storm enters a room, the room grows cold and the fun dies out. No one knows what lurks behind those eyes, and no one knows for sure if they’re the eyes of a monster.

Oliver/Olivia [M/F] - The Two-Faced Lover

Excitable, sweet, just the happiest bubble around. Around most people at least. But really, they're just an actor who knows how to play their part. No one knows the real them and maybe that's starting to have a toll on them. But it’s not like they can suddenly do a 180 and show the world who they really are. At least that’s what they like to think.

.....and seven others to discover! (Character Bios Here)

#camp overlook #interactive fiction #demo #dashingdon #horror #interactive game #hosted games #choice of games #wip #choicescript #if wip

[harleystuff]

Ella Hunt Gif Pack

[LINK] In this gif pack you will find 388 gifs (275*167) of Ella Hunt as Sue Gilbert in ‘Dickinson S01 Ep 1 to 10 (2019)’. I made these gifs from scratch, so please don’t claim them as your own and do not repost them in gif hunts (instead link back to this page). You may crop/use them in crackships & stuff, but please don’t forget the credit ! (& since I’m kinda curious, I’d very much like to see :p) Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Content warning : kissing, food, flashing lights

#ella hunt #ella hunt gifs #ella hunt gif pack #gif pack #gifsociety #sue gilbert #period fc #dickinson

[rebelgirlresource]

☆ *☆ *ELLA PURNELL GIF PACK

out of an orange colored, purple striped, blue and green polka dot sky! when ya click this link will find #66 gifs of the beautiful ELLA PURNELL as GOOSEY LUCY MACLAINE in FALLOUT ( EPISODE 1. ) All of these gifs were made by me, and this post will be updated as I work through the season. If you reblog the post and credit me ( @rebelgirlresource ) you may edit these gifs for whatever purpose you see fit! I'd love to see what you come up with, so send any fun stuff my way! Please direct all requests for custom gif packs, and doc sheets to my inbox, and enjoy bbs!

#ella purnell gif pack #ella purnell gif hunt #gmcentral #gifpacknetwork #gifsociety #lexiresources #supportcontentcreators #gif pack #fcxdirectory #gifpacksgalore #gifhunthub

[rbvcdeluxe]

Cinderella's Castle Masterpost

So, I thought I could make a CC masterpost for all the Starkid fans excited for the show. This post will be edited as we get new content by Starkid either it’s a livestream, a photo, YT video or anything else. If you see something missing, a wrong link or something you would like to see that isn't here, feel free to tell me so it can be added or fixed.

And again, this post will have a lot of constant edits for reasons like: New content, things added, fixes, and other stuff.

ALL UNDER THE CUT

First posts / announcing posts for CC's KICKSTARTER campaign on April 6th

March 23 — Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook

March 25 — Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook

March 27 — Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook

March 29 — Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook

March 30 — Tumblr, Youtube

April 2 — Facebook

April 4 — Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook

April 6 — Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook, Youtube (And another Tumblr one)

Cast reveal photos and videos

Bryce Charles as Ella Ashmore / $25K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

Angela Giarratana as The Stepmother / $50K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

James Tolbert as The Prince / $74K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

Curt Mega as Tadius / $100K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

Kim Whalen as The Fairy Queen of Sweet Dreams / $125K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

Lauren Lopez as Rancilda / $150K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

Mariah Rose Faith Casillas as Putrice / $175K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

Jon Matteson as Sir-Hop-A-Lot / $200K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

Joey Richter as Crumb / $225K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

Jeff Blim as The Narrator / 250K unlocked - Instagram, Tumblr, Youtube

Fully funded Kickstarter video: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C5e2QWoJq2v/?igsh=bnljZnQ2ZmN2OWFl

Add-on pack from the Kickstarter: Kickstarter, Instagram, Tumblr

Livestreams

April 6th. Other links about the livestream: A B C D

April 13th. Other links: A A2 B

April 20th. Other links: A B C

April 27th. Other Links: A

(No link for livestream of this one yet. Will be edited later.)

May 4th

Livestream Roadmap: Instagram, Tumblr, Facebook

Cinderella's Castle Demo Songs (from April 13th - Exploring The Lands That Are Livestream)

Timestamps:

Castle On A Hill: 10:43

Cursed Crazy: 33:46

Step On Your Grave: 1:19:54

Facade: 1:34:36

Last For Ever: 1:53:23

Neon: 2:22:17

Ever After: 2:34:56

Trappings of Starlight: 2:54:34

Ash To Ash: 2:59:41

Post made on April 19th, edited on April 23th

#also. you guys can totally tell me if you want me to add something else #cinderella’s castle #masterpost #team starkid #starkid

[astyrial]

long time no see kuroo tetsurō x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: your least favorite guest arrives word count: 1.5k warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

    sunlight envelopes you as wheat whips against your shins. harvest time, one of the most beneficial times for your family. as your many brothers continue on the wheat fields, you turn to retrieve the crops from your personal garden. between the excitement of the prince's yearly visit and the increased harvest you have this year, everyone has been working at their very best.

  your eldest sister knits him a considerable shirt. your mother creating a feast that would only be considered a snack compared to the prince's typical meals. you would be tasked with tidying the house and your brother's room that he would overtake. over the years, you clearly understood his power and influence, hence your family's preparation. however, you never quite cared for his intrusion.

  especially as you gather peas and watch as your family members race for the front of the house. your younger sister rushes out the back door, her best outfit on. "sister! the prince is here, we must go see him!" she pulls on your arm, nearly knocking the basket out of your hand, dropping the vegetables you had grabbed.

  "ella! i'll see him plenty the following days, plus it's not as if he doesn't know who we are already," you pull your hand back from her, rearranging the vegetables so that they're more secure in your basket. 

  ella shakes her head, looking back to see the carriage pulling up to the house. "but you know mother likes you to be there. he's always been kind to you, even when you were both children. or at least that's what everyone tells me," her shoulders drop, eyes flickering between you and the building. 

  the puppy dog eyes she dawns can't keep you from saying no once more, "fine- el. but if anyone's being forced to carry his bags this time, it'll be alexander. the prince hardly knows how to pack light."

  a giggle escapes from your sister, her hand reaching out to grab yours once more. you intertwine your fingers with hers, letting her pull you towards the home. the grass is soft between your toes, dandelion seeds dispersing as you walk through them. once you reach the front of the house, the prince is already exiting his carriage. 

  he has a wild smile on his face, eyes searching the large family. his gaze lands on you and it's like he was searching for you through the small crowd of people. you avert your eyes, swallowing phlegm. "hello! l/n family, it's great to be a guest at your home once more. i trust you've had a lovely harvest," he greets your mother first, father second.

  "oh prince tetsuro! we greatly appreciate your visit. the harvest has been more than enough and we will absolutely see to it that some of it is given to the kingdom," your father shakes the prince's hand, a smile on his face. 

  prince tetsuro.. it's been a while since you've seen him. the way his hair spikes up and his laugh becoming irritatingly contagious. however, this visit, he looks a little different from how he normally appears. more mature, more confident in his stature. for once he may actually live up to his title of prince and complete a job. 

  "ahhh well this year the whole kingdom has been graced with great soil. if you'd like, your contribution should be used for better things. like expanding your farm, or maybe visiting the castle every so often."

  visiting the castle? you narrow your eyes at the ground, why would your family visit the castle? you look back up at the prince and catch his eye once more. it wasn't that you despised the royal family, but rather, you didn't want to eat poultry with them. they lived above so many others and take weekends away to live amongst those who live below them.

  he gives you a soft smile, turning away from your parents, "anything delicious from the personal garden this year?"

  "uh- yes. the peas are the freshest they've ever tasted," you tap your bare foot against the ground, feeling the little pebbles that near the road. 

  "absolutely! you should join us inside and we can serve you a dish. then you can remember just how delicious the vegetables and fruits grown here can be," your mother hooks her arm with the prince, as if they're lifelong friends, and helps him into the house.

  most of your family follows, ella staying back a second to look over at you. she rolls her eyes as you turn around to head back to the back of the house. "why aren't you joining us? we should be celebrating! we no longer need to dedicate some of our food for the kingdom!"

  "because if he didn't know us, he never would've done that. what about the other farms that are 'so plentiful'? ella, i understand your appreciation for the king and his son, but I don't feel the same. prince tetsuro seems lovey, but by the end of the day, he's still just a prince," you pull away from her, turning back towards the gardens and the horses' stable. 

  the walk is tedious, the sun beginning to lower in the sky. the wheat fields moving graciously through the wind. your head turns, looking back at the house. inside is your family gathering with the prince. they all look so happy, so peaceful with him. but why wouldn't they? he secures futures for you all, just not for others. 

  you turn back around, shaking your head. the basket seats in your hand as you spot the stable. it's small, only enough room for a couple horses. however, you always like going down there, alone. you quickly make it to the horses' stable and set down your basket, grabbing a muddied carrot. the horses always enjoy your gifts, unable to say no to a carrot or apple. 

  "oh rusty, you're the only one i care to be around right now. everything is prince tetsuro this and tetsuro that. he may be a prince, but it's not as if he does much for this kingdom."

  "well, tell me how you really feel," a voice echoes through your head, a voice that would be the last one you would want to hear in any scenario.

  you turn around and see prince tetsuro standing there, his arm leaning against the entrance of the stable. his cloak hangs over his shoulders and down to the ground. your breath catches in your throat, heart beating quickly. tetsuro's thumb hooks onto his waistband, the rest of his hand resting on his pants. "i'm joking.. you're not the first to underestimate my abilities to lead," his gaze flickers between you and your horse. 

  "right, uh i apologize for the comments, prince tetsuro," you curtsy, scowling at the floor before looking back up at the prince. 

  he shakes his head before standing up straight and walking over to you. "no need to apologize, i appreciate hearing a truthful opinion every once in a while. especially when it comes from a friend," prince tetsuro's eyebrows raise, his body in front of you now, uncomfortably close.

  "i wouldn't exaggerate that much prince tetsuro. you've been kind to my family, but royals and farmers simply don't mix. they never will," you bite your lip, turning back to your horse, only stealing glimpses of the prince. 

  prince tetsuro stands beside you, also staring off at your horse. it hasn't been the first time you've caught his eye. growing up, he'd always gravitate towards you during all of his visits. the prince would always gift you things, even if you didn't have the guts to accept them. it wasn't until recently that you realized just how different the royals truly are from you. how they live their life so lavishly compared to your pigpens and work horses.

  "then let me show you that we can," he turns to you, lifting one foot onto the lowest rack of the railing. 

  "you actually believe in a few days time that you can convince me to deny a fundamental truth?"

  the prince smiles to himself, gaze flickering between your eyes. even if you can't see it, he can see a playfulness flash across your irises. "i know i can," prince tetsuro 

  you shake your head, reaching out your hand to run your fingers along rusty's mane. sure the prince is attractive to an extent, his royal outfit dawning colors you could never imagine owning. he used to be able to make you laugh more than anyone else you knew. prince tetsuro was a pillar of anything good, making this all the harder when you shrug your shoulders.

  "well, if you want to start anywhere, i'd recommend the garden. i could use some help getting the aubergines collected," you reach down and grab the basket of vegetables, turning back to look at the prince.

  he holds out his hand, "i can carry the basket for you, m'lady."

  "don't push it, your royal highness," you push past him and out of the stable. 

  never in your life did you imagine a prince fighting for your attention, affection. especially going to such lengths to pull plants from a garden and smear mud along his pants. despite your clear reservations, you can't help but laugh along as he attempts to gain your time and trust.

#kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfic #medieval au #haikyuu medieval au

[trivialbob]

Our son Matt and his girlfriend Michelle arrived in town yesterday from Santa Fe. Sheila and I picked them up at the airport. I'd never met Michelle; Sheila had met her once before.

On our way home we stopped at Matt's Bar (that's actually the name of the bar) for a Jucy Lucy (that is actually how it is spelled). I hadn't been there in a long time. Which is stupid of me because the burger stuffed with molten cheese is amazing. I thought it was a nice way to introduce Michelle to Minneapolis.

Back at our house we paused to let the dogs bark at the newcomers. Ella seemed to remember Matt. She quickly stopped barking and started shrieking happily, then gave him a big hug when he knelt to greet her. Even Oliver stopped barking pretty quickly. Sulley and Stella were a bit more rambunctious but eventually settled down.

We all hung out for a while and pet dogs. I still don't exactly understand what Matt and Michelle do at their jobs in Los Alamos. Much of it is classified or secret. Nonetheless, we had a nice time catching up with Matt and getting to know Michelle.

Later we brought them to our local brewery. The place was busy. Several groups were having holiday gatherings, as evidenced by large trays of cookies and snacks. At a table near our were several young moms with babies and toddlers.

I will say it again: I like the youngsters in breweries. Adults don't misbehave around the little ones. Two dudes who might otherwise argue and swear loudly over which Viking will play quarterback on Sunday won't do that in front of little Katlynnght (the second T is silent) and Ashlay, nor do they dare wake a baby sleeping in a stroller. The kids hold up their end of the deal too, because I never hear any crying or whining in breweries, except my own when Sheila says it's time to leave.

In the evening we went to Boom Island Brewing in Minnetonka. One of my sisters and her son met us, as did a coworker of Sheila's who is the same age as Matt and Michelle. We played trivia. Out of 18 teams ours finished mid-pack, which I found disappointing because everyone in our group of seven is smart. Or seems smart!!

There was a food truck in the brewery's parking lot. It's well known for having one of the best burgers around (besides a Jucy Lucy). The truck's burger is $17. A bit high, I think, especially when you have to leave the warm brewery and order while standing outside. But the food is good. However, a Matt's Jucy Lucy is just under $10 and a nice server sets it in front of me, next to a basket of hot fries and a cold Grain Belt Premium.

This (below) is getting ridiculous. If it keeps up, what will the real restaurants, which may charge the same price for a burger and have servers who hustle and make multiple trips to your table, start to add for a surcharge? I've already seen mandatory 18% service charges at some places.

#I wasn't all that hungry during Trivia #Making my decision to skip the food truck 25% surcharge an easy decision

[fangirlvibez]

The Bradshaw son and Seresin daughter - part 4

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw x female!OC Madison Ella Hanscott, Son!OC Nicolas Peter Bradshaw, Jake Seresin x female!OC Quinn Kelsell, Daughter!OC Hazel Alexandra Seresin, Son!OC Benjamin Jacob Seresin, OC!Connor Malcolm Oxland

Warnings: in this chapter: mention about teenage pregnancy, mention of abortion, mention of running away, Navy inaccuracy, mention of strong language and vomiting. (Let me know if I forgot a warning)

Summary of the story: The 16 year old daughter of Jake Seresin gets pregnant. The dad: the 18 year old son of Bradley Bradshaw. How will the dads react to their kids becoming teen parents.

A/N: English is not my first language, so if there is any spelling or grammar errors: please let me know

Previous part - next part - masterlist

July 28, 2046

Nick and Hazels house

It has been 5 years, 2 months and 22 days since Nick and Hazel ran away from home. They packed their things and left the night of the dreaded dinner. With two duffel bags filled with clothes and two backpacks filled with other supplies they left to Maryland. Nick took his savings from the multiple student jobs he did for years to buy two train tickets to Maryland. Hazel left a note for Benjamin, telling him how much she loves her brother and that she will try to keep in contact with him.

The couple didn’t know what their parents would do. If they would let them be or inform the cops and started looking for them. The only idea that the two teenagers could think about was changing their appearance. Before the train left they bougth hair dye and scissors. They changed hazels beautiful longe blonde hair in short black locks. Nick went a little bolder with his hair. He dyed one part of his hair blue and the other part black. Hazel though he looked very good. They both wore glasses and hats to hide more of their identity. They also left their phones at home, not wanted to get tracked.

When they arrived in Maryland. They applied to have their name changed. Again a plan of them to hide their identity. Nick got accepted into the naval academy and he knew his dad would know if his surname was still Bradshaw. Their changed names: Nicolas Peter Bradshaw became Nicolas Peter Bradfield and Hazel Alexandra Seresin became Hazel Alexandra Serpell. With the acceptance, he had to change his hair color again, since multicolored hair wasn’t allowed. He decided to go blonde.

Had they taken this a little too far? Maybe. But they were determined to raise this baby the best that they could.

After living for 3 months in a homeless shelter, they found a small apartment. It wasn’t in the best neighborhood, but it was affordable with the small amount of money the couple earned with their small jobs. Nick worked as a construction worker for 2 months before finding out he was accepted in the academy. Hazel worked at a small café and managed to get into an evening school to finish her high school degree.

They may haven’t had much, but they were happy. And their little family got bigger on November 25, 2041 when their kids were born. Yes, kids. The couple had twins. Twin boys to be specific. Their names: Benji Theodore Bradfield and Mac Adrian Bradfield. Their firstborn was named after Hazels brother, who she kept in contact with. Occasionally she would send a letter to her brother and Benjamin kept them away from his parents. He didn’t take it very well when he found out that his parents were going to force his sister to have an abortion.

When their parents found out their kids ran away, they went out of their way to look for them. The dads were determined to find their kids, while their mothers were worried more about the dangers they could be in. After a half year of looking for them, their hope left little by little. The fathers, who weren’t really good friend anymore after the dinner, realised their mistakes. It took a while for them to become friends like they were before, but they were as good as they could be after losing their children. The Bradshaw family were lucky with Sparky. A reminder of their son while it took the Seresin family a little longer to accept the disappearance of their youngest and only girl.

After 2 years the couple moved out of their apartment to a smaller house in a nicer neighborhood. Nick had still 2 years left of his education in de academy. During the first year he had received the callsign Dash. Hazel couldn’t stop laughing when he explained the meaning behind the name. Dash: Dumb Ass Shit. Given to him by a friend after Nick threw up all over a commanders officers shoes after a night out.

Hazel found a better paid job in a clothing store. Having a low paid serving job and trying to save as much money as possible. Hazel tried to save money with upcycling baby clothes from the thrift shop. She realised that she had a talent for sewing and designing clothes. Apart from her job in the clothing store she follows an online course for fashion design. The lives of the couple went well and they never regretted leaving their homes at such a young age.

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July 28, 2046

Nick and Hazels house

Back to the present

Hazels age: 21, Nicks age: 23, the kids ages: 4

It was almost 5:30 pm and Hazel was making dinner for her family. The two 4 year old brothers were in the kitchen with her. Benji was coloring a Bluey coloring book while Mac was playing with a kids puzzle. Benji was the loud one out of the two while Mac liked to stay in the background. They were a perfect combination of both Nick and Hazel. They had Hazels Natural light blonde hair and Nicks dark brown eyes. Even though they had Hazels nose, you could tell they were Bradshaw boys. Hazel became very fond of her short dark black hair and decided to keep it. Nick didn’t mind, because he thought she looked very sexy with her bright eyes and dark hair. Nick let his hair fade back towards his light brown color.

“Baby! I’m home!” A deep voice came from the hallway. The front door closes and Hazel called back that they were in the kitchen. Nick came into view. He was wearing his flightsuit and had a big smile on his face. “Here are my favorite people” he said. “Daddy!” The young boys at the dinner table rushed off their chairs and jumped into the opened arms of their dad. “My boys! How was your day?” He asked, hugging his sons close to him. “Daddy! I read a whole book today.” Mac told his dad, while smiling brightly. “A whole book?! Wow kiddo, you’re becoming as smart as your mom.” Nick said smiling up at his girlfriend. After talking about their exciting day in kindergarten, both boys went back to their activity.

“I have news” Nick said, hugging Hazel from behind while she was sturing a sauce in a pan. “Good news or bad news?” She asked, turning her head slightly to look into Nicks eyes. “Both, I guess” Nick put his chin on her shoulder. “Me and T-rex got into Top Gun” he said. Hazel eyes went wide and she turned around in his arms. “That’s amazing honey!” She said exciting, hugging him with her hands around his neck. “I’m so proud of you and T-Rex.” she said. T-Rex, government name: Connor Malcolm Oxland, was Nicks backseater. He got his callsign after eating two full racks of BBQ ribs faster than anyone else ate one. Someone commented that it was like watching a Tyronnosaurus eat.

“Yeah, we were very honored to be chosen especially since we only finished the academy a little longer than 1 year ago.” Nick and Connor were one of the best pilot and WSO duo the Navy had seen in years. It didn’t surprise Hazel that they were chosen to go to Top Gun. “Well what’s the bad news then, Lieutenant?” She asked kissing Nick on the cheek. Nick smiled. Ever since he got promoted to Lieutenant, Hazel couldn’t stop saying his rank. “I heard some officers talking in the hallway” he started. “The were talking about the Top Gun teachers that still won’t retire” Nick could feel Hazel stiffen up. Nick swallowed before continuing. “I’m 99 percent sure they were talking about our dads”

Taglist: @confusedpimp @dempy @michael-loves-chickens @massivedetectivestudent @starkleila @mirrorball-6 (if your username is crossed out it means I couldn’t tag you) (let me know if you want to be tagged)

A/N: the callsigns used are real callsigns. Check this website out for more funny callsigns

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[femininefutbol]

i like it when you talk, a lot

idea from here (35) , request from here

prompt: you are shy and don’t talk much but ona batlle loves it when finally you do 

word count: 1.9k

a/n: i am not all that happy with the way this turned out, it went in a completely different direction than what i had originally planned but i hope you guys enjoy it anyway. also can not believe that this is the first time i am writing about my favourite player <3

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“What do you think (Y/N)?” Millie sits next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to force you to join the conversation that is occurring throughout the locker room. 

You just shrug, ducking your head to avoid the stares of your teammates, not feeling comfortable with all the eyes that are now focused on you. 

“I’m taking that as a vote for Dive” Millie proclaims triumphantly to the group. 

“It only counts if she is coming out with us” Ella retorts, not wanting Millie's restaurant choice to be the one that they have to go out to. 

“Come on (Y/N), you have to come, it’s a team dinner” Millie explains, you can feel her eyes boring into your side even though you aren’t looking at her. 

“Um yeah I’ll come” you speak quietly, your voice drowned out by Millie’s excited cheering as your vote is officially the one that allows her option to win. 

You feel the attention that was just completely focused on you dissipate, likely due to it now being on Millie who is dancing around the room excitedly cheering. 

You take the chance to look up again, as you do you are met with the sight of Ona still looking at you, a softness in her eyes. She notices you looking at her and sends you a small smile, you smile back but almost immediately you bow your head again feeling your cheeks heat up. 

The next few minutes are spent quickly packing your training gear, hoping that you are not roped into any other situations that draw the team's attention towards you. 

Just as you are about to leave the locker room you feel a slight hold on your arm, it isn't rough, in fact the colporate has very soft hands and the grip is in no way uncomfortable or hurtful to you. 

You look towards the person who has a hold on your arm, again meeting the soft eyes of your Spanish teammate. Once you realise it is her you look down again, your vision now focused on her hand that is still wrapped around your wrist and the tingling of your skin from the goosebumps that her touch has given you. 

Ona looks down to where you are looking, immediately removing her hand, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be weird, I just wanted to say that I am really excited that you agreed to come out to dinner with us, it will be a good time” she explains quickly. 

“You weren’t being weird, don't worry. Also um thank you? S-see you tonight then I guess?” you speak awkwardly, getting nervous in the middle of your sentence causing you to slightly stutter and speak in a confused tone which is not at all how you wanted to come across to your new teammate who you may or may not be crushing on. 

“Yep, see you tonight (Y/N)” Ona speaks, her tone so carefree and confident. You wish you were able to be that comfortable speaking but to you any time there is an expectation or form of attention on you when you try to speak you completely shut down. 

“See you then” you whisper, noticing as you speak that Ona has already left the room making you feel slightly dejected. 

-

“(Y/N) you made it!” Millie yells as you walk into the restaurant not even allowing time for the hostess to speak to you. Instead she pulls you away from the hostess stand immediately. At first you assumed it would be to the table where the team are sitting but you instead end up standing at the bar with her as she orders the two of you shots. 

“Take this” she hands you one of the four shots she ordered. 

You do as she says hoping that you won’t regret trusting her later. As soon as you down the first shot she is handing you the second, looking at you expectantly waiting for you to take that one as well. You throw all caution to the wind taking that shot. 

“How are you feeling?” Millie asks after the two shots, hoping that a little alcohol is all you will need to actually feel comfortable speaking to the team. 

“Yeah fine, you aren’t expecting me to feel drowsy or anything, you didn’t spike them right?” a joking tone falling easily from your lips as you tease Millie. 

“There is no way that all it took for you to banter with me was two shots” Millie exclaims in shock. 

“Are you implying I’m easy Turner?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. 

“OMG! I love this so much, come with me now, the rest of the team need to see this” she drags you towards the table where a number of your teammates are sitting. Your eyes caught Ona who is sitting at the end of the booth seating, furthest away from where you are standing with Millie. 

“Okay guys I have something incredible to show you” Millie speaks loudly, catching the attention of everyone at the table, “Go ahead (Y/N), show them” 

“I’m not a dog Millie, it’s not like you just taught me a new trick” you tease, laughter coming from around the table as well as some gasps. 

“What did you do to her?” Mary asks, causing more laughter. 

“Not too much, apparently after 2 shots, (Y/N/N) is down to banter” she explains. 

“Okay is your show and tell over Millie? Can I take a seat now?” you give her an odd look, where one eyebrow is furrowed and the other is raised, it causes her to laugh loudly before she motions her hand towards the table, a sign that you are free to sit and socialise with the rest of your teammates. 

Even though you so badly want to sit and talk with Ona, you instead decide to avoid that end of the table knowing that two shots are definitely not enough for you to confidently speak to the Spaniard you are crushing on. Instead you take a seat at the complete opposite side of the table. 

You sit talking with Ella and Alessia, the two of them firing questions at you, quickfire style trying to find out as much as possible about you in case they don't have the opportunity to speak to you like this again. 

“Favourite colour?” 

“Cerulean” 

“Favourite movie?” 

“Flightplan” 

“Number of siblings?” 

“Eight” 

“Favourite animal?” 

“Axolotl” 

“If you weren’t playing football what would you do?” 

“Work for NASA” 

“Favourite Song?” 

“La Copa de la Vida by Ricky Martin” 

“(Y/N) in the best way possible you are so damn weird, I absolutely love it” Ella exclaims, herself and Alessia giggling at every single answer you have given them not expecting such random answers for everything. 

“Why thank you” you laugh too, you know that your interests and favourite things are extremely random. You are just thankful that they genuinely seem to be laughing with you and not at you like many people had in the past. 

You are brought out of your thoughts by Millie sitting next to her, you smile at her sweetly.

“I’m sorry if the teasing was too much before, I just thought it may be a fun way to break the ice and also I am a lightweight so those two shots definitely did enough for me” you explain. 

“You don’t have to apologise at all (Y/N), all your jokes were hilarious and I am just happy that you are feeling comfortable enough to interact with us more. Although I know there is one person here who you want to interact with but you are too nervous too which is why I got you this” she holds out another shot, encouraging you to take it. 

You take the shot quickly, “who do you think I am too nervous to interact with?” you challenge her, in your head you know you have been too scared to actually speak to Ona but she wouldn’t know that, right? Wrong. 

“I’ve seen you longingly looking at Ona all night, she likes you too just go talk to her” Millie urges you to go and speak with Ona, knowing that there is little chance that you would actually do it on your own. 

“No I’m alright, thanks anyway” you fake laugh off her comment hoping she accepts what you have said and leaves it alone. But of course this is Millie Turner you are talking about so there is no way that she will leave it alone, which she doesn’t. 

Millie grabs your arm, just like Ona had early except her hands aren’t extremely soft like Ona’s are and her grasp doesn’t give you goosebumps like Ona’s does.

She drags you towards the end of the table where Ona is sitting having a conversation with Ivava, she lets go of your arm and pushes your shoulders down into the chair across the table from Ona. 

“Hi” you speak to Ona through a sigh, looking back at Millie who is looking at you, she gives you two thumbs up and a goofy smile before walking away. Ivana also dips out of the conversation she was having with Ona. She turns to talk to another of your teammates, leaving just you and Ona to make conversation. 

“Hey, I’m glad you could make it, are you enjoying the evening?” she asks, a look of genuine interest on her face. Her hands rest on her chin and she maintains sweet eye contact with you, proving that she is ready to intently listen to whatever you have to say. 

“Yeah it has been good actually, I’m glad Millie made me come and that she gave me those shots, it has made things exponentially easier, especially this” you motion between the two of you in reference to the conversation that you are currently having. 

“You think it would be hard to talk to me?” Ona asks, behind the question there is an air of disappointment. Obviously she is aware that you haven’t spoken to the team much before this unless it was on the pitch. She had some hope though that you could possibly feel comfortable talking to her more once you got more settled in but from your tone it seems to her that you are the least comfortable around her. 

“Well I find it hard to talk to everyone but it is a lot harder to gain the courage to speak to beautiful girls” you immediately slap your hands over your mouth as soon as your sentence is complete. 

“I m-meant ahhh look it it’s just-” 

“I like it when you talk, a lot” Ona states, a small giggle escaping her lips as she speaks, finding your nervousness absolutely adorable.  

“You mean that?” you ask in shock. 

“Of course I do, I have been infatuated with you from the moment you walked into the locker room on your first day” Ona explains. 

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” you blurt out, a sudden confidence coming over you. 

“I would love to, also remind me to thank Millie for giving you alcohol, it is the smartest thing she has ever done” 

“It’s the only smart thing she’s done in recent times that's for sure” you joke, the comment causes you and Ona to crack up laughing as the rest of the table watches on knowing they have just experienced the beginning of an adorable love story. 

#ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #manchester united #manchester wfc #espwnt #spain wnt #spanish wnt

[wraenata]

Awesome fics for @heckitall

These are the fics I am reading/have read in my subscriptions on ao3. I'm a little behind unfortunately. I would link everything in my bookmarks but uhh, theres 699 fics there. So many incredible fics I have yet to read! Also, all of these fic authors have tumblrs except one (Below the Surface).

I'll make a separate post for comics au blogs to check out.

A Tale of Spirits: The tmnt get transported to the atla universe. It's awesome.

all the ashes in my wake: Leo gets Ella Enchanted. ANGST ensues.

Below the Surface: Post movie fic. I really love this one.

Change of Perspective: Body swap fic but ANGST.

hollow mind: Leo gets chased by the EPF. I LOVE THIS FIC.

I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good: Leo is cursed, never to be seen, never to be heard, never to be felt. THIS FIC IS AMAZING.

Like Father Like Son: Whoo boy. My first rise fanfic I read. Probably wouldn't still be here without it. It's amazing. Draxum kidnaps Leo and forces him to be his soldier to destroy humanity. ANGST ANGST ANGST.

Peepaw Multiverse

At My Worst: F!Leo's spirit gets tossed back in time into his younger self's body and now he has a second chance to stop the apocalypse.

Ghost in the Shell: SAINW Donnie from 2k3 gets transported to the rise universe to look after the boys. (Has not read yet and I hate myself for it). Ghost didn't make it to second place in the Peepaw tournament for nothing though. I know it's amazing.

Last Grain of Sand in the Hourglass: Instead of saving Leo from the prison dimension, F!Leo is accidentally pulled out. Now it's a race to save lil Leo before it's too late. AMAZING INCREDIBLE EATS IT ALL.

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis: Peepaw Leo goes back in time. Incredible fic. Very action packed.

not quite kintsugi, but close: Peepaw Leo goes back in time. So very wholesome. No angst. Very lovely fic.

Odd Man Out: Peepaw Leo goes back in time. Slice of life.

too lucky to count: Peepaw Mikey goes back in time. Leo has a problem with this.

Trial And Error: Peepaw Leo goes back in time. Very focused on the relationship between Leo and Peepaw. And world saving.

we'll meet again soon: Let's save everybody! Very comforting.

Separated Aus

Red Rover Red Rover Send My Brothers On Over: Raph was raised by Splinter and the Leo, Mikey, and Don by Draxum. Mostly hurt, not a lot of comfort.

#just for starters #i tried to see if i could just send but i have no idea how so itll have to be a post #fic recs from my subscriptions #not even all of them either #and SO MANY MORE from my bookmarks that i know ill love #wren fic rec #wren screams at 4 am

[nokacchan]

Dad Chan... Honestly so many come to mind when i think about it... But let's see

How about just a day in life with Dad Chan, where you go to movies and like an amusement park with your five year old and you guys have too much fun and then your kid is extremely exhausted so he carries her to bed while she is asleep on his shoulder and then he joins you and you both watch television for a while and cuddle and sleep

Oh and can these all be fem!reader, the dad skz requests??

(i am getting carried away, imma send one more)

pairing : bang chan x fem!reader

genre : fluff , dad!chan , the child name is Ella (according to google, it's a common Australian name🤷🏼‍♀️)

w.c 2.3k

📎rei's notes : I may not know how a 5 y/o behaves and all but I sure as hell do know how a 4 y/o behaves...my lil sis yells at me all the time🤦🏼‍♀️ (she gets annoyed when I disturb her when she's playing roblox) ANYWAYS I hope you enjoy it, ngl feels incomplete (?) not proofread !

"Ella! How about this?", Chan called his 5 year old daughter.

Ella walked towards her dad almost immediately, snatching the minnie mouse headband from his hand. Chan let out a chuckle. He ruffled her hair before letting her run off to put the headband on.

You shook your head as you stood beside him. Chan rested one of his arms around your waist. "You should really teach Ella to not behave that way", you reminded Chan. He is so lenient when it comes to his daughter.

Chan only let a groan as he leaned his head against yours. "Come on, she's only 5. She's just excited", Chan tried to reason with you.

You gave him a side glare which made him let out a sigh. "Fine~ I'll tell her to say please when she wants something", chan pouted.

Ella lets out a happy shriek as the rollercoaster goes downhill. A wide smile appeared on Chan's face as he watched his daughter have fun.

You on the other hand decided to wait for the two of them to finish the ride. When the rollercoaster ride finished, you saw Ella immediately running towards your direction after her father helped her out of her seat.

"Mummy!", she hugged your legs with her tiny arms. A smile appeared on your face as you gently combed through your daughter's hair.

"Ella! look! the princesses are here", Chan pointed out from behind you.

Ella jumped in the spot while still holding onto you. "Mummy! can we go plwease?", Ella spoke cutely.

"Okay okay, just 10 minutes. Afterwards, we are going to go eat", you told her.

Ella nodded her head before turning around to ask your husband to carry her.

"Carry me!", Ella spread her arms out.

Chan eyed her, waiting for the magic word. Ella looked at Chan confused. "Ella, dear, what must you say when you want something?", you reminded her.

Ella's eyes widened. "OH! carry me, please!~ and sorry for being rude, dad"

Chan shook his head before hoisting his daughter up into his arms. "It's alright baby"

The day went by fast. Soon enough your daughter fell asleep in Chan's arm on the way back home.

Chan tucked your daughter in bed before joining you, to watch a movie.

"Hey", Chan leaned down to kiss the top of your head before settling down beside you on the couch. You looked at him with a tired smile.

"Nothing~ Just really tired", you rested your head on his chest. Chan wrapped his arms around you before pulling you closer to his body.

"We can always watch the movie another day if you're tired", he told you. You shook your head, knowing that he has a packed schedule. "It's fine, I can stay awake till the movie ends", you told him.

Chan looked at you with his brows raised. He knew you were going to fall asleep mid watching the movie.

"Fine, suit yourself"

And his guts were right, you did fall asleep. Chan let out a soft chuckle. He leaned down to leave a peck on your forehead.

"goodnight I guess"

The end.

#chan x reader #chan x you #chan x y/n #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #bangchan x reader #bangchan x you #bangchan x y/n #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios

[conradscrime]

Florence Sally Horner

October 22, 2023

Florence "Sally" Horner was born on April 18, 1937 in Camden, New Jersey to Russell and Ella Horner. Sally's father took his own life when Sally was only 5 years old, and Ella raised her daughter as a single mother with the help of Sally's older half sister, Susan.

Sally was in the 5th grade at Northeast Elementary School and was an honours student.

In March 1948, Sally, who was 10 years old at the time tried to steal a notebook from a local store as a dare by some of her classmates. However, Sally was caught by a man named Frank La Salle. Frank had told Sally he was an FBI agent, and threatened to send her to a reform school unless she reported to him.

On June 15, 1948, Frank La Salle abducted 11 year old Sally. He told her to tell Ella that he was the father of two of her friends at school and she was invited on a week long vacation to Atlantic City.

Originally, the plan was to have Sally write her mother letters to let her know their vacation was going to last longer than expected, but on July 31, 1948, the last letter was received by Ella. Ella contacted the police, who found out the sender address for the letters was in Atlantic City.

On August 4, 1948, investigators found the home empty, besides two packed suitcases and a studio photo of Sally sitting on a swing. Ella told investigators that Sally and Frank were also travelling with a "Mrs. Robinson" who according to Frank was a 25 year old secretary. She left them after they arrived in Atlantic City supposedly.

Over the next 21 months, Frank and Sally moved through multiple US states under different names, with Frank claiming Sally was his daughter. Throughout this time, Frank would rape Sally repeatedly.

The pair first stayed in Baltimore, Maryland, where Sally went to Catholic grammar school under the name "Madeleine La Plante." Frank would always carry a handgun on him to stop Sally from trying to escape.

In April 1949, Frank and Sally were living in Dallas, Texas, and Sally was going by the name "Florence Planette." It was here that Sally ended up telling a friend her secret. Sally also confided in a neighbour, Ruth Janisch, who was becoming suspicious of Frank.

Ruth thought Frank had an extremely possessive attitude toward his supposed daughter. Ruth did not know that Frank also regularly molested her 5 year old daughter while Sally was at school.

In March 1950, Ruth and her husband moved to San Jose, California, to find work, encouraging Frank. to do the same so she could still have contact with Sally.

Eventually, Ruth was able to get Sally to tell her the truth about Frank, and Ruth got Sally to phone her family from Ruth's house. Sally attempted to call Ella but the line disconnected, as Ella had recently lost her job and was not able to pay her phone bill. Sally then called her sister Susan and was able to get in contact and tell her to get the FBI on it.

On March 22, 1950, Frank was arrested but continued to say Sally was his daughter. Authorities in New Jersey were able to confirm that Sally's real father had died 7 years previously. On April 1, 1950, Sally was reunited with her mother. Frank was sentenced to 30-35 years in Trenton State Prison on April 3.

Frank La Salle was 51 years old. at the time he abducted Sally. He was a known sex offender and went by several aliases. It is unclear where exactly he was born or even his date of birth. Most commonly the names used for his parents were Frank and Nora, and he was most likely from Chicago or Indianapolis. The most frequent date of birth he gave was May 27, between 1890-1901.

He had an extensive criminal record, beginning in June 1938. In 1944, Frank was convicted for the molestation and sexual assault of 5 underage girls in 1943. He was getting illegally married under false names and had many charges against him. He was released on January 15, 1948, only 6 months before he abducted Sally Horner.

Sally's story ends tragically, as on August 18, 1952, she died in a car accident near Woodbine, New Jersey due to breaking her neck in the crash. She was only 15 years old. Frank had actually sent a bouquet of flowers to Sally's funeral from prison, but they were not displayed.

Frank La Salle died on March 22, 1966, exactly 16 years to the date of when he was arrested for the abduction of Sally Horner. He was 69 years old.

#true crime #crime #unsolved mysteries #unsolved #unsolved case #solved #mystery

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Best friends… forever? | Chapter 14

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"Hi there."

"Oh, shit, Rúben. Aren't you supposed to be leaving for the US?" Mila says, walking into their apartment.

After spending a couple of days at Ella's, catching up on everything that had happened during the summer, she had finally decided to go back home. But she wasn't expecting to find Rúben there. Since the men's team start the preseason before they do, she thought they wouldn't have to cross paths until they had properly started the season. Looks like she was wrong.

"The flight got delayed because of some storm in Florida" he shrugs. "How was the summer?"

"Good, good. Yours?"

"Good."

After that, it's just silence. Very awkward silence.

"I'm gonna go unpack" Mila finally says.

"Yeah, sure."

"Ok."

"Ok."

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"Mila?" Rúben says after knocking on her door. He's leaving for the US today, but before he goes, he wants to speak with her one last time. It'll probably be one of the oddest conversations they’ve ever had, but he needs to know if her time away actually meant something. And also who was the guy she was hanging out with.

"Come in" she says.

"Hi."

"Hello."

"I just wanted to check on you before I leave. Everything ok?"

"Yep."

"How was Spain? Did you have fun?"

"I did, yes. I really missed the girls."

"What about those new friends you met?"

"Oh, them. They were really nice."

"How did you meet?"

"At a pub. They were on a stag party and invited us to a round of drinks."

"You drank alcohol?"

"Oh, no" Mila chuckles. "I had a juice."

"So your friends left you alone while they got drunk?"

"One of the guys didn't drink either, and we made each other company" she says, feeling her cheeks get warm. He knows that something happened with Rafa. He definitely knows. Though he didn't check her Instagram stories or her friends’ after that night...

"What about the wedding?"

"That was amazing. I had a really good time and learnt some new dance moves."

"Good. That's good."

"What about you? Anything interesting?"

"Nah, just the usual. Though we all missed you" Rúben says, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

"I'm sorry I didn't go. I needed time."

"And now? Do you still need time?"

"I think I do, yes. We have a crazy beginning of the season and I want to focus on that. On training and playing."

"Makes sense" Rúben says, still looking at the floor.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, Mila. Take all the time you may need."

"Are you sure?"

"I’m sure."

"Ok..."

"I better go check I packed everything" he says, moving towards the door.

"Rúben?"

"Yes?"

"Before you leave... Can I get a hug?" Mila asks, also finding the floor super interesting.

"Of course you can" he says, feeling his heart jumping of happiness the moment she is on his arms.

"Take care, ok?" she says to his neck, hugging him as tight as she can. She had missed this so much.

"You too. Don't let those two crazies convince you to do something stupid."

"Ella and Lessi? Doing something stupid? Never" she laughs.

"I'm being serious" Rúben says, moving so they are looking at each other.

"I promise I won't let them convince me to do something stupid” Mila says, rolling her eyes.

"Good.”

"But you better do the same and stay away from Jack."

"I will" Rúben chuckles. "Anything else?"

"Nope, just that." 

"See you soon, Mila" he says, kissing her cheek and making her feel goosebumps all over her body.

"See you soon, Rúben. And safe travels."

"Thank you" he replies, finally letting go of her and missing her already.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine