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thewritercometh · 5 months

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A little g/t one-shot that I don't think I posted on here yet. This idea came from The Lion King, specifically Scar's "life's not fair" remark. If you look close, you can find it!

(And the French was using Google translate, so if there's any mistakes, I'd appreciate hearing it! Thanks in advance!)

The four-inch-tall girl slowly padded out from her hiding place behind the toaster, her head on a swivel, watching for the giant of the house, who had been getting closer to catching her on the last couple borrowing runs.

Ella eased out toward the middle of the counter, in an attempt to get a view of the whole room, when she heard a tiny noise, just over the counter's edge. Her mind screamed danger, to retreat as fast as possible. Another part of her mind said it was just a noise the house made as it settled.

It wasn't.

The giant popped up face to face with Ella, who quickly yelped and tried to backpedal. She saw those dark eyes glinting wickedly as the giant suddenly rose up and pounced on her, their huge warm hands forming a living, inescapable, bowl.

Ella cowered down as the hands closed in on her, working together to corral her into the giant's grasp until she was firmly, but not painfully, pinched around the waist. She struggled and wriggled, but all for naught. Ella was the giant's plaything now.

The giant's free hand moved away as Ella was lifted into the air, coming face-to-face with the giant.

They sighed, their breath washing over Ella. It was warm and humid, like a tropical summer breeze, and smelling vaguely of… strawberry? "Well, well," the giant drawled as they leaned against the counter. "What do I have here? A fairy? Perhaps a bug? You're certainly not much bigger than that," they teased as they eyed Ella. "What were you doing, prowling around?"

Whimpering on the edge of fearful tears, Ella tried to plead her case to the giant, how she was just looking for food, she hadn't eaten in nearly two days. How she would've taken so little it wouldn't have mattered to the giant.

They shrugged. "Oh, I'm sure you think it wouldn't have mattered, little creature. But it's the principle of it all. If I let you steal from me once, who's to say you wouldn't do it again? No, thieving little creatures like you need to be stopped before it gets out of control." The giant's other hand came up to pinch Ella by one leg and dangle her in the air, as they smirked devilishly.

"But, but it's not fair!" Ella wailed.

"Life's not fair, little one," the giant cooed. "You see, in my case, I'm not a powerful deity, worshipped by countless admirers. And you," they trailed off to give Ella a quick sampling lick. They purred, satisfied with the tiny girl's taste. "You… shall never see the light of another day," they murmured as they raised Ella over their open mouth, giving her a full view of sharp, pearly-white teeth and an eager pink tongue, glistening with warm, sticky saliva. Slowly lowering Ella down toward their waiting maw, they gave her a playful wink. "Au revoir, mon amie."

Ella was close enough to put her hands on the giant's lips, or the tip of their wet, teasing tongue, when she took a big breath and yelled, as clearly as she could- "GULLIVER!"

Immediately, the atmosphere changed. Ella was lifted away from the moist, waiting maw, which closed as the tiny girl was gently deposited into her joyfriend's palm. The hand she now sat on moved so that Ella could see Artemis' whole face, their warm, caring, sunlit-whiskey eyes staring down at her lovingly and with concern.

"What's up, mon petit amour? Did I go too far?"

Ella smiled. "No, mon ange géant. You were perfect!" She stood up and kissed the tip of Artemis' nose. "You actually had me a little scared that time. I had goosebumps!"

Artemis raised an eyebrow as they looked at their joyfriend. "You were scared? Why didn't you say the safe word earlier?"

"Because, as scary as you were, mon ange, I knew I wasn't in danger." Ella hugged Artemis' nose and lovingly stroked it. "I trust you."

She could feel Artemis begin to blush, their face slowly getting warmer, and she giggled.

Artemis chuckled, before a thought crossed their mind. "So, why did you say the safe word?"

Ella stood up straighter as she remembered. "Oh yeah! I saw a popcorn hull in by your back teeth and I was worried it was bothering you."

A sheepish nod from the giant told Ella everything. "Well, let me grab a toothpick and then pick me up again."

"What's the plan, mon petit cheri?"

"Simple, you're gonna dangle me by the legs so I can reach that hull, and I'm gonna evict that sucker. No one causes my joyfriend discomfort and gets away with it!"

Ella soon had a toothpick and was once again dangling over Artemis' mouth, but this time she was on a mission.

Of course, that didn't stop her giant joyfriend from teasing.

"Mon Dieu, une petite gâterie douce, et tout pour moi."

"Oof, I love it when you talk fancy, Artie."

Finally, after some prying and grunting from Ella, the popcorn hull was dislodged. Artemis sighed happily as they carefully set Ella down, but not before peppering her with thankful kisses. "Merci merci, mon petit héros, je t'aime, merci!"

"Easy, easy!" Ella laughed, trying to calm her thankful joyfriend down. "You're welcome! You know I'd do that anytime for you, Artie."

"Oui, but it still means a lot and I'm so really thankful for a partner like you," Artemis said as they kissed Ella once more. The couple nuzzled together in happy silence, just enjoying each other's company.

They stayed like that for a few blissful moments, until Ella broke the silence. "So now it's my turn, right?"

Artemis simply purred.

"What should I pick?"

"Well, we haven't done Gulliver's Travels in a while. Plus it's a good excuse for me to take a nap."

Ella stroked Artemis' nose. "You wanna help me get the thread? Then you can nap while I work."

"Deal," they purred, making no move to get up.

Ella sighed contentedly. "I love you, Artemis."

"Et je t'aime, mon amour lilliputien."

#writing #my writing #g/t writing #g/t fluff #sfw g/t #g/t #g/t community #oc: ella #oc: artemis

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the-universe-in-our-mind · 2 months

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DAY 31 OF FLUFFTOBER: Dreams do come true

Ship: Aislin x Ella

Words: 501

Breakfast at the tavern, in a corner of the room. The one the waitress kept for both of them, maybe because they were her favorite couple. Not without good reasons though.

It was hard not to appreciate Ella and Aislin. Two sweet beings, happy to help and never creating any trouble. Two girls that looked like they were made for each other with how in love they seemed.

Another quest had been asked of them and they were eating before going, to have enough strength.

Ella spoke casually before taking a bite of her food.

"You know… you were in my dreams yesterday." She declared and Aislin stopped for a second.

"Oh? Was I?" She questioned, an eyebrow raised at that comment.

Ella nodded, with an innocent smile.

"Yeah, actually. You’ve been in them quite often recently." She continued and Aislin let a chuckle, which made Ella look at her with a slight confused face.

"How come? What happens in these dreams?" Aislin asked, this time with a small smirk and Ella’s eyes widen as she lightly slapped Aislin’s arm.

“Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t mean these kind of dreams!” Ella protested, her cheeks a bit red, which made Aislin laugh.

“Fine, fine, I’m sorry. You didn’t specify though!” Aislin defended herself and Ella laughed a bit, realizing how this could have been understood.

They both grew silent for a second before Ella kept on going.

“Actually… It’s good dreams. The ones that makes me happy.” She admitted again and Aislin looked at her, curiously.

She approached her head toward her.

“What do you see in them? What do we do?” She asked her and Ella let a small smile escape her.

“You. Me. Us. Together. In love. Having that cottage house we keep speaking about. Having a child too. A few animals, a garden. We had a house that was now a home. And it felt peaceful, like we were at the right place.” Ella said, her eyes soft, hopeful.

Aislin’s heart melted. Gosh, Ella was the cutest, wasn’t she?

She was there, having breakfast with her, following on quests, with not a complaint ever.

And she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her.

She was really perfect, wasn’t she?

Aislin’s train of thoughts were interrupted with a small scoff and blushy cheeks from her girlfriend.

“Stop, now I’m embarrassed.” She whined and Aislin shook her head, with a chuckle.

“Don’t be. Because it’s what I want too.” She said softly, which made Ella’s eyes bigger in surprise.

Aislin’s hand reached for her cheek, which Ella pushed into her hand.

“Spending the rest of my life with you, in peace, is the only thing I want.” Aislin let out softly.

Love in their eyes, softness in their touch, affection in every action.

“I love you.” Ella said, but no words were needed.

They both knew.

Yet… There was no way Aislin would left it unsaid.

“I love you too.”

#flufftober #original character #flufftober2023 #oc: aislin #oc: ella

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thewriteflame · 1 year

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Find the Word

Thank you @megarywrites for tagging me!

Decided to just do the words. And I took some time to copy most of my stories I have saved to my laptop and cloud into different Scrivener files so they are easier to search. Meaning I can now subject y'all to some of my older writings.

Words: Blur, bellow, bite, bitter, and burnt

Blur This one is taken from an old short story titled Desireless Freedom. I think I will re-write it some day. Jayme is eleven here.

Jayme had tried so hard. He did his best in sports, forced his fears down as much as he could, he even hid his love for cute things. But it wasn’t enough. Why couldn’t his father love him? Why was it always Tynis this, Tynis that… The Perfect Son. Jayme hated his half-brother. No. Jayme hated his father. Jayme’s eyes widened and he stared at the mirror in horror. Hate was such a dark word. The image blurred again and he sunk to his knees. He thought of all the shoves, kicks, and yelling. The times his father locked him in the hallway closet. Hate was a good word.

Bellow

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Bite From The Revenged

Saavin laughed. He stood, a few bites still left on his plate. He towered above Shuntala but she resisted her instinct to back away from him. He would not win. She would not break or bend to his will. “Such a strong, beautiful woman,” Saavin whispered. He stared at her cheek as he caressed it. “A perfect partner for the king of the seas.” “When I meet this king maybe I’ll consider the idea,” Shuntala said. She batted the offending hand away.

Bitter From The Revenged

Ka’il suddenly lifted his head, pulled from his heavy mood by some inside force. “I’ll tell you more later, take your medicine.” He gently pushed the chamomile closer to her mouth. “Alright, I’ll trust you,” She decided as she placed the spoon in her mouth. She grimaced at the bitter taste that was barely helped by the sweetness of honey. She handed the spoon back to Ka’il. “Don’t trust anyone on this ship,” He told her. “I have no interest in your body but I’ve lost trust even in myself to do the right thing.” He seemed to age before Shuntala’s eyes as a regret filled tiredness weighed his shoulders down.

Burnt From another old short story called Mommy's Prince with the POV of Jayme's mother, Ella. I didn't finish it but I would like to.

They began to eat in a comfortable silence, Ella taking a few moments here and there to watch Jayme eat. She loved how he closed his eyes and mmmed as he swayed back forth. Watching him enjoy her food, no matter what, was one of her favorite things to do. Durion always had something to complain about but her caring son would tell her how much he loved it even when it was burnt. “You aren’t eating,” Jayme observed with a frown. “Ah, sorry.” Ella took a bite. “I was just thinking about my handsome son.” “Mom,” Jayme blushed and Ella laughed.

Tagging: @j-1173 @violets-in-her-arms-writes @oh-no-another-idea @emelkae @pinespittinink

Words: mountain, match, market, muse, minute

#tag games #wip: the revenged #find the word game #wip: atwr #(I guess?)#oc: shuntala #oc: ka'il #oc: saavin #oc: jayme #oc: ella

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floofyflooftheallmighty · 7 months

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Hahaha I am reviving my old edgy oc Heather and making her even EDGIER HAHAHAHA

Heather started her humble beginning as a warrior cats character in Cats Life on roblox where she was inspired by an animated series on YouTube [I sadly wasn't able to find the series]. Most of her story came from Cats Life such as the possession and eventual love interest. One thing to note about her time in cats life is that she wasn't purely black before, instead she had one white paw and blue eyes. She was then transferred to wolves life where she turned completely black, changed eye colors to red, and gained wings. This is also when she got her signature purple emo hair. It's also where the design and name of her love interest was "created" based off another player in wolves life. From then on she went through many design and personality changes where I added more white to her design and attempted to make her "Less edgy"

And now she is starting to fully form and settle down into her own world and story...

#Probably #Maybe I'll make this a bigger story or maybe I'll forget it who knows #digital art #Fennfloofyfloof doodles #Fenns edgy babies #<- tag I'll be using when posting about these OCS and world #Fenn's ocs #Oc: Heather #Oc: Orio #Oc: Ella #Oc: Chaos god

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toboldlywrite · 2 years

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Ella Sanders

The girl who risked everything to find her sister, and ended up having to find herself and her own strength along the way.

Ella’s always been the shy girl at the back of the classroom, doodling instead of taking notes. She doesn’t really have any friends, feeling only comfortable enough to be herself around her sister, Claire, and Claire’s fiance, Tobias, who has become basically a brother to her. She takes her life one day at a time, turning to distractions in books and shows and movies to stop her from panicking about not having a clue what she wants to do with her life. Aliens arriving on Earth is just one more thing in an already overwhelming world. But when Claire sacrifices herself to save their city, Ella loses the one thing that kept her anchored. So when given the chance to travel across time and space to find Claire again, what else can she do? Only by losing everything can she find what’s been inside her all along.

@writeblrsummerfest said to make main character moodboards and well I already made a ton so taking this as a reason to post. Ella is one of the main narrators in Star Bright.

Image description: A grid of nine images with an aqua border around and between them. Top row: a view of a woman’s hair from the back, brown and in a braided updo; someone with brown hair barely visible wearing an oversized lavender sweater; two girls hugging with their faces hidden, one has brown hair and the other blonde; middle row: a close-up view of an open book sprinkled with pastel blue, pink, purple, and yellow flowers; a headshot of Anna Cathcart; a close-up image of half of a daisy with the lyrics “I must become a lion-hearted girl, ready for a fight” from Florence and the Machine’s Rabbit Heart edited onto the petals; bottom row: a girl with brown hair wearing an oversized gray sweater, covering her face with her arm; a platter of light pink and orange macarons; a close-up image of an open sketchbook with the pages covered with sketches of eyes and a pale hand gripping the bottom of it.

#writeblr summer fest #oc: ella #wip: star saga #my ocs #my writing

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faarkas · 2 years

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tagged by @arklay @aartyom @camelliagwerm and @morvaris to do this template (THANK YOU ALL♥♥♥)

I'll tag (no pressure): @vilkaas @rockerboys @eviefrie @trvelyans @denerims @scumpatrol @ugh-my-back @taliaferros @seraphfighter and @baldurians !

#this template has done the rounds before so feel free to ignore if any of you have done this before. feel free to just ignore in general #ksdhgdsjhg OR if you don't want to be tagged in things hmu bc i've got some more templates and other things to do so #ocstuff #tagged #oc: verde #oc: adrian #oc: gwenyth #oc: ella #almost everybody being bi...my Agenda(TM). /joke but also :) hope i didnt misinterpret anybody in general. the fear is nearly paralyzing.#Anyway gonna nap and then try to do a lil writing before my nightly activities. And then more templates tomorrow its my favourite one too #also zev being worse at driving the cart HILARIOUS to me sorry king. tho it rly isn't hard i just think he might find it kinda tedious.#whereas i think ella just enjoys driving. has her own cart pony and everything with a little dog that rides with her. herbs everywhere.

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rosykims · 1 year

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i suck at making funny characters in rpgs bc the games i play are always SO traumatic for the pc so its like. ok how do i play elspeth off as a jolly goofy little guy after her whole family got slaughtered and shes been conscripted to fight darkspawn and drink magic bleach ?

#oc: ella #my main hc rn is the journey from highever to ostagar took about a week. so a week on the road grieving #has her more or less numb to everything when she gets to camp #and then having what she thinks is her ONE chance at revenge fall flat bc cailan/loghain wont help #is kinda the last nail in the coffin and then she's like ''ok well i might as well just get eaten by darkspawn LMAO''#so she starts being a lil jokester again bc she's thinks she might as well laugh at the situation while she still can #i think she'll snap out of it AFTER the battle for alistair's sake. she's not naturally a nihilist and her humor will soften #eventually <3 but she's gonna be making some edgelord jokes for a while at least and good for her tbqh

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woohooincoffin · 9 months

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ella, zariel tiefling, oath of vengeance paladin -- she's looking confused in every screenshot + her big ol sword

#help shes just carrying it around like that #is she too short to stow it #😭#oc: ella #bg3

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rurukas-arcade · 2 years

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oc badges: animatronica (4/12)

#ruruka draws #fnaf #oc #fnaf oc #oc: cryo #oc: bleu #oc: spike #oc: birch #oc: sundae #oc: ashton #oc: ella #oc: crystal #animatronica #oc badge project

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the-universe-in-our-mind · 6 months

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DAY 10 OF FLUFFTOBER: Love of my life

Ship: Aislin x Ella

Words: 732

Aislin realized it in an inn’s bedroom. She was staring at the wall, sitting on the floor, emotionless as she was thinking. As tears was menacing to escape, as the reality dawned upon her. As the dried up blood on her hands was now making her sick. As she was questioning everything, her motivation, her faith, her decisions. As she broke completely, letting it all out in the room, deep regrets and disgust and hatred took place toward herself in her head.

Ella had only been gone for a few minutes to fetch soap so Aislin could shower properly. The cries made her run faster to the door, opening it violently before dropping on the floor to join her partner.

"Hey, hey. Honey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?" She asked frenetically, feeling deep worry and a bit of fear taking over.

Aislin didn’t answered and Ella tried to put her hands on her to calm her down, earning herself a push from Aislin. Ella stared at her, not knowing what was going on… Until Aislin looked up, making eye contact to Ella. And she knew.

She knew the realization had hit her. That the change that had slowly started to come had hit her all at once.

She wasn’t Aislin the strongest evil sorcerer. She was just Aislin. She had came back completely after so many years.

Ella smiled sadly as she walked back to her and wrapping her arms around her, keeping her close. Aislin resisted for a second before giving up. Letting herself fall into her girlfriend’s arms, crying. Crying like she hadn’t done in years. And Ella took it. She held her, until the last tear fall and all that was left was the ugly emotions that came with it.

" I did this. All of this. All the killing, the hurting, the vengeance… and all for what?" Aislin said sadly in a whisper and Ella let her go, placing her hands into hers.

"Honey…" She tried softly but Aislin kept going.

"I’m a monster, Ella. I am such a monster." She let out and Ella shook her head.

"Look at me, honey." Aislin said but Aislin shook her head, refusing to look at her again, which made Ella sighed.

"Aislin. Look at me." She said more firmly this time, not letting her any choice. Aislin took a minute but looked up at her partner. Not expecting eyes full of love and compassion.

"You’re not, Aislin. You were hurt. You were betrayed. You were fooled. You were kicked on the ground, almost murdered and then painted as a villain when you had done nothing wrong. You did it because you lost yourself into all of this." Ella told her, as she hold Aislin’s hand tightly. Aislin was looking at her, listening.

"You weren’t right, Aislin, but you are not a monster. You needed help and no one was there to guide you on the right path." Ella said to her, reminded her before smiling softly, placing her hands on her partner’s cheeks,.

"But you are now. You’ve tried and you’re trying again. You get it now. Before it got too late. And now…" She started before pushing her forehead on Aislin’s.

"We can fix it. We can do our best to fix what we can." She declared which made Aislin chuckled, tears still falling from her eyes.

How could she ever had the chance to get with such a perfect partner? Someone she would never believe she truly deserved?

Both of them stayed like this for a few minutes, in perfect silence, nothing needed to be said for now, just love slowly filling the room.

"How can you love me anyway? Even if I was that evil?" Aislin asked Ella as a whisper, as she pulled away and Ella smiled again.

"Because I knew who you were under all of that. Because I believed you were capable of change. I knew the true you." She admitted before pulling Aislin closer, her lips stopping right in front of hers.

"And I could not wait to meet her and spend the rest of my life with her." She whispered back and Aislin smiled before crashing her lips on hers.

It was not perfect. It wasn’t a good ending yet. But it was the start of redemption, if there was even a slight chance to it. And they would do it. Together. Forever.

#flufftober #original character #flufftober2023 #oc: aislin #oc: ella

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doctorsiren · 2 months

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they were in love your honour

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mercurycft · 3 months

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𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐋𝐁

## lucy bronze x reader !!

Enjoy this cheeky little something something while I perfect the next chapter of ‘OFF LIMITS’.. This is probably my favourite thing I've written in a while, as well as the longest too! Love always! - RG! x

can you tell im a sucker for a ‘forbidden love’ type fic? contains: softtop!lucy. age!gap but i promise its entirely legal. thigh riding, fingering, praise, finger sucking.

3.3k words.

CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT & LANGUAGE 18+

“I swear on my life Leah, It isn’t a big deal!”

“And I swear on my life, I will volley him over the bar!” She slurred, pointing a firm finger in the direction of the ‘handsy’ bartender. Before the situation could get any more embarrassing, you pushed her away and towards the table with a timid and apologetic smile back in his direction. Alcohol tended to brew confidence in Leah. Her usual calm and quiet demeanour slipping away with every sip of her drink throughout the night.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head and patting her shoulder. “Sit down, before you get yourself in trouble.” You mumbled, raising your eyebrows to the other girls who sat around the table as Leah slumped herself next to Alex and started ranting. The other girls were tucked neatly around the booth - all of their faces plastered with an amused look as they watched on, disregarding their own conversations to try and listen in.

Most of her words were drowned out by the music, bass bouncing off the walls. From what you could hear, a slightly tipsy Leah had read the situation wrong - assuming the bartender had started flirting and ‘pushing his luck’ as she put it, when you had leaned in to hear him better. You shook your head and tried to stifle a laugh when she started defending herself, encouraged by the rest of the group who were highly entertained by the whole thing.

Leah was a funny drunk, a table-top dancer, shot-encourager and very clearly protective. It was admirable, but so funny. It was funnier, however, listening to her explain to the rest of the group. Her voice cracking and jumping octaves as she tried to shout over the music - throat becoming hoarse.

You stood from the booth after a few minutes, leaning across the back of the booth to pat Alex’s shoulder, bringing your lips into a tight line and holding in your laughs as she you left her stranded with a fuming, blonde companion. Making your escape and b-lining for the dance floor, where the rest of your friends were.

Leah, by nature is protective. The captain of the team, and now headed towards being a european champion. But before all of this, she was a big sister. Your big sister. You were only a year and a half younger but she made it her life mission to protect you and this wasn’t a role she took lightly. She looked after you, steering you out of harms way and at times, getting herself in trouble instead. Just like tonight.

You had been around football, and most of the girls, for a majority of your life. It was Leah’s passion, and it filled you with pride as she got to live her childhood dream. As a result, you and the rest of her teammates had spent a lot of time together - and you got on like a house on fire.

You went to most training sessions, filming content. You went to almost all matches, and her friends quickly became your friends. So when the group had gone out for celebrations, following the match that shot them straight into the semi- finals, naturally you were invited along.

You were now in the midst of the crowd of bodies. Drink in hand and arm in the air as everyone sang, no massacred, a Kings of Leon banger. Stomping their feet and dancing along, screaming. You were stood laughing between Lucy and Jordon - who were surprisingly joining in the chorus, arms strung around each other.

Waiting until the song ended and the room filled with cheers to poke your head between them both, shouting “Can I steal Lucy for a sec, mate?” Jordon simply laughed, leaning back in to reply with an ‘of course’ and shuffling away towards another group of the girls.

Before you could speak, her mouth was pressed to your ear as she tried to reach a hearable volume. “Tenner on your sister two-footing someone tonight!” You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes and shoving against her.

“That’s because you lot encourage her!”

“I do not! I simply tell her to express her anger how she sees fit!”

“Oh so in other words, encouraging!” You laughed back, sarcasm lacing your words. Lucy was always easy to talk to, a familiar face. Leah and Jordan spent a lot of time together, which meant Leah, Jordan and Lucy spent a lot of time together. It wasn’t unusual to find the three scattered around the living room on a Sunday, practically dead to the world, often after a particularly messy night.

“Tenner that we’ll be the ones carrying her back to her room later as well!” You added, clinking your glasses together as another song reeled through the speakers - greeted by a crowd of screams and cheers.

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You were right, though you always were when it came to Leah. Now you stood inside the lift, Leah with one arm draped over your shoulder and the other over Lucy’s. You both tried to hold her up as best you could, which was hard when she was pretty much falling asleep between you.

It felt like three hours had passed when the three of you, four if you included an also drunk Jordon who was trailing behind the group with her head tucked into her phone, had finally made it their shared room. Scanning Leah’s key-card and dragging her through the door and getting her on the bed.

Fifteen minutes later, her makeup was off and pjs on. Though that was mostly the work of you, physically having to peel her clothes off of her body and replace them without any help on her end as she dead-weighted against you. You did all this while Lucy put her phone on charge, and made sure she had a water bottle beside her bed for the night.

When you had finally put her to bed, Lucy spoke up from behind you. “Does this mean I owe you a tenner?” you scoffed at her remark, turning to face her.

“If that was the case, you owe me about a grand in bets since we met!”

“Oi, don’t even! I have definitely paid that back in all the takeaways I buy you and your bloody sister!”

“Touché, Bronze,” you grumbled back, turning to place a kiss on Leah’s forehead and say goodnight to Jordan, who was laid beside her and almost asleep before you had even left the room.

When you got outside and shut the door behind you, you looked towards Lucy to thank her for her help and apologise for ripping her away from the party, but were met with her hand already lifted to stop you. “Don’t even say it, you know I don’t mind.”

You smiled at her, taking a deep breath and checking the time on your phone. “Shit, I need to get an uber. I’ll text you in the morning?” You said, looking up periodically from your phone whilst typing in your address.

“Why don’t you just stay here? I don’t think I like the idea of you in a taxi alone this late,” She started, checking the time on her phone. “It’s past 2, absolutely not.” She confirmed, shaking her head and pulling out her own key-card. “Just stay with me. I’ll get you a taxi in the morning,”

“It’s fine! I’ll just hop in with the girls-”

“If Leah finds out I let you get in a taxi, she will actually punch me in the face.”

“You do have a point..”

The pair of you had started walking through the hall by this point, still arguing lowly at the idea of you in a taxi alone. Lucy didn’t take no for an answer, swiping her card and unlocking her room. “If you don’t go and get in that bed right now I will call your mother.” She pressed, teasing. Her accent seemed to get thicker with the presence of alcohol in her system.

“Oh really..” You shot back folding your arms together across your chest, challenging her. You watched as she fumbled with her phone, mumbling some sarcastic comment under breath while pulling up your mum’s contact and hovering her finger over the call button.

“Don’t make me wake Amanda up..”

“Fine!” You caved, scurrying into the room and holding your hands up in defence. She followed close behind, pleased with herself and shutting the door behind her.

Once in the room you sat on the bed, undoing your shoes and chucking them in some direction away from you - you didn’t care, as long as they were off. You got up to wash your face, wincing when the soles of your feet met flat on the floor. “Fucking heels,” You whispered, walking to the bathroom in a huff.

When you emerged back into the room, Lucy was already changed. Shorts and a sports bra now adorning her tanned body, you had to shake yourself out of the moment as you stared at her back. Admiring the toned muscles as she dug through her suitcase, turning briefly to throw something towards you.

“Put that on,” It was short, but sounded sweet and made you smile internally. Turning back towards the bathroom to strip and put the shirt she had given you on. It was a football top with ‘BRONZE’ plastered across the back of your shoulders, but it did the job and was comfier than your outfit previously.

You stood in the bathroom for a few moments, pulling your hair into a ponytail before shutting off the light and making your way back to the bed. “Left or right?” You questioned.

“What?” She looked at you, her glasses now perched on the bridge of her nose snd you swore you felt your insides shift.

“Uh- Side of the bed? Left or right?” You stammered, pointing towards the sheets.

“Whatever tickles your fancy, I don’t have a side,” She shrugged back, trying to contain her smirk when she caught you looking at her for a second too long.

You made a fake disgusted face back to her, scrunching your nose. “You’re such a freak, who doesn’t have a side of the bed?”

“Me, obviously.” She retorted, rolling her eyes sarcastically.

You had opted for the side closest to the window, walking around the bed with your back to Lucy. She had to stop herself from audibly groaning at the sight of her name printed across your shoulder blades, unable to tear her eyes away. Lucy would be lying if she said she didn’t find you attractive, because you were and she did.

When you had rounded the bed, you pulled at the linens. Yanking them up and over your body as you got comfortable in the bed, sinking into the mattress and sighing when your head hit the pillow - facing the other side of the bed which was yet to be occupied.

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The bed dipped beside you after a few minutes,and Lucy shuffled under the covers next to you after faffing about the room. Flicking the light switch above her bedside table to turn off the lights, your phone now the main source of light.

You lowered your phone to shine in her face, smiling when you were greeted with a smile. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had a Williamson in my bed,” She quipped, winking dramatically as you faked a gag.

“Gross! I’m going to tell then you told me that,” you replied, laughing and turning to place your phone on the table beside you. You faced the window, the curtains closed but still allowing some light from a lamp outside to peak through. With your back now to Lucy, she had a full view of her name once again. “Goodnight Lucia..” You whispered into the dark, sighing contently into the silence.

“Goodnight,” She replied, still scanning your back. Noticing how the shirt sat bunched above your hips, revealing a slither of your back and the lace of your underwear - sucking in a breath at the sight alone. You felt her hand skim gently across the letters on the top, smiling into your pillow.

She had gotten closer, her arm now slung across your waist and holding you against her. Time had passed but still you were awake, and you knew she was too. The loud thrumming in your chest prohibiting any chance of sleep, when you felt her presence beside your ear.

You could feel her breath on your neck as she leaned in towards you slowly, whispering a small “Is this okay?” as her lips lingered over the skin below your ear, awaiting your answer. You nodded and she moved closer, pressing her lips against your neck softly.

They were tender but calculated and you breathed heavily out into the room when she kissed along your shoulder, dragging her teeth over the material of her jersey. You waited a few more minutes before turning over to face her, flushed. Taking a deep breath and looking into her eyes, your faces were close. Closer than you realised. So close you could see every groove, every line and feature. Lips no more than centimetres apart.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

That was all she needed, bringing her lips to press against yours. Hand still gripping your waist and guiding your frame to lay flush against hers as your hands moved to cup the back of her neck and head, lips moving in sync.

The next few minutes were a blur of movement and small, breathy giggles and now you sat on her lap - straddling the top of her thighs with your mouths still connected. The kiss was now a mixture of desperation and yearning, hands grabbing at whatever skin they could find beneath the sheets.

Her head dipped, kissing and nipping at the skin of your jaw and along your throat. You couldn’t help but whimper when her teeth grazed a particularly sensitive patch of skin, right where your neck and collar bone met. You could feel her smirk against you, which only made the feeling in the pit of your stomach worse.

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You had tried to remove your top, well her top, but were met with a protest telling you to keep it on. Her skin on fire at the thought of you wearing her name as you sat now desperate on top of her.

Your hair was now down, and one of her hands sat roughly in the roots. Tugging at the stands to guide you against her mouth, when she felt you start to rock your hips against her. Eliciting a guttural moan from the back of her throat.

She used the hand still on your waist to slow your movement to a stop, moving to lift you up and over until you straddled one of her thighs. The only barrier between you both was your underwear, and when you shifted your weight she felt your wetness graze against her. Smirking and pulling away to look at your face.

“You wanna ride my thigh, darling?” She whispered, eyes locked on yours as you enthusiastically nodded. Eyes glazed over, and eyebrows furrowed with need. She smiled at the action, moving her fingers to push your underwear aside and lift her thigh to meet your warmth. Groaning when she felt you coat her thigh.

You moaned at the contact, your clit already sensitive and throbbing. You didn’t know how she did it, how she had you wrapped around her finger and laying in the palm of her hand but you loved every second of it. Mouth falling agape when she began guiding you up and down the length of her thigh, rocking your hips against her.

“Does that feel good baby?” She asked from your neck, her lips stopping their sloppy kisses for a second. You whimpered in response, nodding slowly. Her hand met your jaw in a swift but gentle motion, pulling you to focus on her. “Use your words, love.”

“Yes it feels good, Luce..” You whispered, licking your lips. Head falling back as you worked her thigh, the sound of your wetness protruding through the quiet of the room and accompanied by the sound of laboured breathing from below you.

“Good girl..” She added, jaw clenched when she attached her lips to your neck again. You savoured the feeling, the delicious feeling as you dragged yourself against her skin moving to tuck your head into her neck.

“Need more, Luce..”

“Hm? What’s that?” She was egging you on, hands moving to squeeze at the flesh of your thighs. Helping you rut against her.

“Want your fingers..” You confessed, dragging your own teeth along her shoulder now - biting down against the skin when you felt your face flush.

She had you flipped in seconds, now towering over you as you laid flat against the bed helping her shimmy your underwear off. Once gone, she spread your legs - moaning at the sight of your juices dripping and now covering the inners of your thighs. You blushed at the sound, biting your lip to muffle any noises you were concerned about making in response.

You felt her fingers next, sweeping through your folds and drawing tight circles around your clit. Moaning when she pressed the pads of her fingers harder into the bundle of nerves, finding it humorous as your body responded to her touch.

“Please,” You begged, hips rising off the bed in a desperate act for more friction. She shut the down quickly, using her free hand to pin your hips back to the mattress.

“Please what, darling..” Lucy stalled, slowing down to an unbearable speed. “What do you want..?” She added lowly, coaxing you out of your shell.

“Want you to fuck me.. Please..” You squirmed, knees now bent and sat on either side of your hips - inviting her in. You felt as she slowly and carefully slipped in a single finger, watching your face contort before she added another.

Stretching you out perfectly and starting to move them methodically inside you. Pulling out the perfect amount before pushing them back inside, curling up against your tight walls to press against your g-spot.

Her pace and pressure increased with the volume of your sultry moans, back arched into her touch and face buried in your arms as her fingers pressed perfectly inside of you. Bringing her thumb to toy with your clit, salivating as she watched you take her.

She could feel you squeezing around her fingers, becoming breathless as you chased your orgasm - chest rising with every thrust of her fingers. “You gonna cum for me?” She asked, her free hand lifting to the side of your face to force you into eye contact.

“Y-Yes,” You stuttered, eyes rolling into the back of your head when her fingers curled. Mouth hung open and hips riding against her fingers.

“Show me how you cum, baby..”

That was all it took for you, orgasm crashing through your body and shaking through your limbs. Legs thrashing around her hand as you came, back arched and screaming out her name - which caused her to smirk, watching you intensely.

Lucy let you ride it out, only stilling her thrusts when your back finally laid against the bed again - catching your breath when you heard her chuckle deeply. Bringing her fingers up to your mouth and slipping them past your lips, admiring how you took them and started working against them. Pulling away with a pop when you felt they were clean, and looking up at her.

A deafening silence engulfed the room, as Lucy fell beside you on the bed. She turned on her side to face you and handed you a towel she had grabbed, which you accepted gracefully and did what you could.

“Jesus..” You whispered, testing the air.

“That’s not my name..” She threw back, earning a weak laugh. There was the normal Lucy you had grown to love, you thought whilst lifting your hand to swat at her chest.

“Let’s maybe not tell Leah about this..”

“Agreed.”

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