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Five Interruptions | Leah x Sam

Title: Five Interruptions Summary: Five times that Leah and Sam are interrupted. Requested Word Count: 8k Final Word Count: 8009 Relationship: Leah x Sam Tags/Warnings: Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, getting caught in the act, mentions of past Sam x Emily, mentions of imprint breaking

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Five Interruptions

For the first time in years, Leah finally feels like she is truly happy. That for all her heartache, all that she had to suffer through, everything is finally turning around. While her relationship with Emily has been severed to the point that she knows they can’t recover from - from the awkwardness of Emily going from maid of honor to stealing the groom to the now ex-fiancee herself - she does not feel like she really lost anything with Emily. Which meant that she could instead just focus on what she does have - Sam.

“I love you,” Sam murmurs against her neck, burying himself in her, his cock deep inside of her, “I love you so much, Leah.”

Sam’s hands shake against the skin of her thighs, his fingers gripping her tightly to keep his grip. Her skin feels unreal - as if he can not fathom that he’s actually able to hold her again, to feel her like this, to have been this lucky. No matter how often they do this, no matter how often he kisses her, and has himself buried in her like a second home, he will always hold her like he is scared to let her go.

She lets out a shuddering moan when he pulls out slightly only to slam back in. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist, her back against the wall. His hands hold just underneath the back of her thighs, holding her up easily. She forgot just how strong he is; how light she feels when she is in his arms. She forgot how much she enjoyed it, enjoyed him. She had spent so long denying herself. Denying that she missed him, denying that she still loved him, trying to ignore her feelings, and now with the dam broken, she wants to drown in him.

Ever since they have been back together, she has not spent a moment out of his reach. Every patrol, they are latched to each other’s hip. Every time they are alone, his hands wander over her, catching up on the missed time together.

“I love you too,” she breathes as he lightly bites at her neck.

Her legs shake around him as he adjusts their position, before burying his cock into her. He moans her name softly, and she can not hear it enough. Every time he whispers her name like this, it erases the fact that Emily ever existed from her mind.

“I want all of you,” Leah’s raspy voice is soft, as she speaks through rapid breaths and moans, “I want - I want you to give me all of it.”

She whines, grinding her hips into him, desperate for something more. She aches with want for him, her body flushed and warm. Sam feels the way she clenches around him and twitches in his grasp, writhing for him. He lets out a soft groan, struggling to hold himself together, wanting to just give her everything she asks for.

He could never forget just how lovely she sounds when she is like this, how her voice whispers, how her moans stir him, but he never thought he would be able to hear it again. He wants to hear everything - he does not want to stop until she can not make another sound for him.

“Not until you cum for me first,” Sam shudders, pressing himself as close as he can to her, “Cum for me, then I’ll give you what you want.”

Leah shudders, she can already feel her climax approaching rapidly. The tight coil in her stomach winding, ready to release. She leans into Sam until she is trapped between him and the wall behind her, her chest heaving. All she can feel is them. Their bodies pressed together, their warmth spreading, their skin touching. Everything feels electric. She will never get tired of this feeling - of him.

“ Together,” Leah murmurs as his thrusts become more rapid, “Please.”

Sam aches with the command. He may be the alpha of the pack, but he yields to her. With a gasping moan, they hold each other tightly, as their highs start to reach its peak. He goes for a kiss, his lips connecting with hers hungrily, and desperately. He spills himself into her, deeply and completely, as she squeezes around his cock. It feels like forever, the euphoria washing over them as they stay like that for a moment, savoring the way they feel, savoring the fact that they are connected.

Sam does not pull out from her, nor does she make a move to free herself. The living room of their house is empty, and no one should be around for a while. Most of them are already on patrol and her brother is working with their mother at the diner for a change. For once, there is no rush. No urgency. No drama. No reason that they can not just spend the night together, lost in each other.

“We could always go for another round,” Sam whispers, trying to tempt her, a wicked gleam in his eye as he starts to press kisses to her neck.

“Please wait until I’m gone.”

They feel like cold water has been dumped over them, their bodies freezing as they hear the distinct sound of Embry’s voice. Almost hesitantly, they both turn their heads to see Embry standing in the doorway, hand over his eyes, as he waves his hand in front of him blindly until it hits a forgotten jacket on the chair.

Leah is torn between wanting to disappear from embarrassment and yelling at Embry to get a clue and leave; however, her frustration at the pack using their front door like it a public library wins out in the end as she lets out a groan of frustration.

Sam is more embarrassed that a pack member managed to sneak up on him. With the wolf a bit quieter and tamer, he admits that when he is not shifted, everything takes a bit more thought. His senses are more dull when he does not make the conscious effort to use his inner wolf; something that is a small source of frustration, but it is a sacrifice he will make if it means being with Leah. He would give up the wolf entirely if he had to for her.

“Listen, I am so glad you guys are together - really, I am happy for you, but like, really, in the living room? I knocked like so many times, and no one answered, so I thought no one was home and I just needed my jacket but -”

Sam sucks at his cheek, smacking his lips before he finally speaks, interrupting Embry with a stern, slightly cold voice, “Embry.”

Leah has to lightly bite down on Sam’s shoulder to keep from audibly gasping when Sam still does not remove himself. She can feel Sam getting hard again, his cock stirring inside of her and when he adjusts himself, she is acutely aware of it.

“Yeah, Sam?”

Embry still has his eyes covered, but his face is visibly still bright red, the blush spreading across from ear to ear. He thought he smelled something going on, but considering their newly (newly old? reformed?) relationship, he figured that the smell of sex would be prominent in their house. That made sense. He just thought it was old - and there is so much of it that he could not really smell them. The more he thinks about it, the more it grosses him out.

He really wants to just leave. He wants to run and pretend this never happened, and hopefully he can scrub the images and smell out of his mind and never think about this again.

“Get out.”

Leah’s leg twitches again as Sam adjusts himself. He makes it clear exactly what he plans on doing as soon as Embry is gone. He does not even have to use his alpha voice to get his point across as Embry scrambles awkwardly out the door, yelling his apologies as the door slams shut behind him. ___________________

Leah hates to admit that even after being together with Sam again, that Emily still lingers in the back of her mind. Insecurities still whisper in the back of her mind that seem to get louder on nights like this. Nights that feel more empty, more like how it used to feel, even when she can see Sam in the bed beside her.

She reaches out to touch him, her hand shaking as she tries to steady herself. She knows that she should not listen to that voice in the back of her mind, but when he is not there to reassure her, it gets louder. It gets harder when he is not the one drowning it out.

Maybe it is a bit co-dependent of her, but she thinks that even with Emily gone, everything still feels raw. She thought that it would be a happy ending now, that everything would go the way it used to, like how it was when they were engaged, how it was before Emily. And for a while, it was - it is. But it is not a straightforward path like she thought it would be.

It is like a rollercoaster of ups and downs, everything is great and when it is great, it is unbelievably wonderful. Then all of a sudden, she sits down and can not seem to forget how Sam did leave her, how betrayed she was. How he was with Emily. How he treated her.

She said that she forgives him - and she does, so it does not feel fair to still struggle with what he did in the past.

“Why are you awake,” Sam’s voice is groggy, half-asleep, as he turns over and presses kisses to her knuckles, “You should be getting rest. We have a long day tomorrow - council meetings, patrol. The Cullens want to do a meeting too.”

He says their name with bitterness, but Leah just sits back to rest her head on his chest. She lets him wrap his arm around her and hold her close, trying to let it comfort her. After a moment of silence, Sam sits up a bit more, waking up as he holds her close, realizing that in her silence, something's not quite right.

“Do you want to talk about it,” Sam asks gently. “Is something wrong?”

Leah sighs deeply, “I don’t know if I’ll sound like a dick if I do.”

“Why don’t I be the judge of that,” Sam tries to encourage. He used to feel like getting Leah to open up to him was like pulling teeth, but now it feels like the easiest thing in the world. Even though he knows it’s not for her. “Just…Tell me what’s going on then we can talk about it, together. ”

Leah frowns, biting at her bottom lip before she confesses.

“I - I still think about everything that happened. Before, you know. And you apologized, and I forgave you - I still forgive you, but I feel like a dick because I can’t just forget about it.”

Sam nods along carefully, not quite surprised, “Forgiving someone doesn’t always mean forgetting. You’re not holding it over my head. You’re not using it to make me feel guilty or bringing it up in fights. You’re not using it against me. It’s okay to still think about it, to still feel a little hurt, even if you do forgive me.”

He presses a kiss to her temple, and the more he talks, the more she relaxes, “I hurt you, pretty badly, for a pretty long time. It’s okay that it still affects you, even if you don’t want it to. As long as you don’t forget how I feel about you now. How much I love you. How much I’m here for you.”

Their position changes as he talks, with him starting to press kisses along her neck. With each sentence, he starts to trail his way down her body, pressing kissing down her naked chest. She shivers, leaning back as he situates himself in between her legs to kiss along her breasts.

“I love you, Leah,” Sam’s voice is muffled by her skin as he kisses right under her breast. His hand starts to wonder, one up toward her other breast, and the other between her legs. “I’ll do everything I can to prove it to you, every single day if that’s what it takes.”

He takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking at her breast. He pinches her other nipple, rolling it between his fingertips before tugging on it lightly. She writhes, hips starting to buck with a groan, already feeling herself get wet from his actions. She becomes like putty under him, melting and molding under his hands.

His other hand slips between her thighs, his finger starting to tease her entrance. He runs his finger along her folds, feeling how wet she is for him, and teases her briefly. She shudders at the electric, feathery touch of his fingertip before he finally slips his finger into her with ease.

“Such a good girl,” Sam praises as he kisses her breast, “Let me take care of you.”

Leah can’t even find it in her to speak, just groaning as her hips buck into his palm desperately. Everything that kept her up at night starts to fade away, being replaced only by this. Sam keeps rotating between biting and sucking at her nipples, squeezing whatever it is not in his mouth, as he curls his finger inside of her.

When he adds a second finger, she lets out a loud gasp, before whining with want. He picks up his pace, his fingers curling as he thrusts them inside of her as deep as he can, slamming them into her. The sounds of her wet pussy become more audible, mixing in with her moans as her hands start to claw at the back of his head.

But he’s not done with her yet. Just when he can feel her climax approaching, from the way she clenches around his fingers to the way she clenches her toes, he pulls his fingers out. She whines, and looks at him briefly like he’s about to get an earful. He chuckles lightly at her impatient, giving her nipple one last tug between his teeth before he trails kisses down to her navel.

“ Oh,” she groans with realization as he presses a kiss between her legs. His hands go to her thighs, urging her legs to open further for him. “ Oh, Sam. Fuck.”

“Let me taste you,” Sam whispers, his tongue trailing along her inner thigh briefly. He presses a kiss to her skin before he puts his mouth to his prize.

Leah jolts when he presses a kiss to her clit, before blowing on it gently. Her hands go to the back of his head, tugging at whatever hair she can grab before she settles trying to press his head further to her. He listens, his tongue dipping between her folds with ease. He traces every letter of her name with his tongue, rolling it along every bit of her that he can before he dips his tongue into her.

Leah’s legs go on top of his shoulders, as she struggles not to squeeze him between her thighs. He trails his tongue along her, before dipping it back into her. He slides back out to focus on her clit, sucking it tenderly, and she twitches.

“ Sam.”

She is so close. She can feel it building already. He relishes in the way he makes her come undone. When he focuses back on entrance, his thumb goes to her clit, circling it softly before slowly going more frantically to push her over the edge as he dips his tongue into her.

Her climax washes over her immediately, and Sam does not even so much as pause. He keeps going for a moment, to push her stimulation a bit further as he eagerly tastes her.

“You taste so good,” Sam purrs, kissing along her inner thigh, “Do you think you’re ready for more?”

Leah shudders, her legs twitching, and nods, “ Fuck, Sam.”

He starts to move to position himself better when he can smell something other than their arousal - a visitor. He shares a brief panicked look with Leah before she tosses their blanket over them both to preserve themselves, trapping him between her thighs, just as the door slams open.

“LEAH! Tell your boyfriend -” Paul barks out. He is well aware of the smell of sex lingering in the room, just as he’s not oblivious to Sam’s obvious hiding spot underneath the covers between her legs. Paul realizes quickly that Sam is there and listening. The other pack members tried to stop him from just barging in, but Paul is insistent on getting this taken care of now.

“-SAM! I’m not covering anymore of your patrols just so you can get your fucking dick wet!”

Paul is getting frustrated with the two of them, and he knows the other members are too. He is just the only one brave enough to do something about it. His inner wolf is whining, pleading for him to just leave and let it go; that it is not worth starting a fight with his alpha over. He stands his ground as he continues,

“We all have our own needs too, you know! Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to get a fucking date because I have to keep covering your ass!”

Sam sighs deeply, briefly pressing a kiss against Leah’s thigh. He can not risk coming out from under the blanket without exposing Leah’s naked body, but he does speak up, “Can we talk about this later?”

Paul realizes that with the compromising position he caught his alpha in that Sam can not really pick a fight with him even if he wanted to.

Paul snorts, crossing his arms tightly before giving them both a stern look, “Yeah, fine, whatever. You get ten minutes, you fucking horndogs.”

The door slams on his way out and Leah lets out a breath before laughing, “Do you know how bad we’ve got to be for Paul to call us horndogs?”

Her breathing hitches as she feels Sam start to slide his finger into her. He almost wants to see what Paul would do if they go over ten minutes. If he pushes the limit. His inner wolf edges him on to continue. Sam is the alpha, if he wants to take a bit longer to make sure his girl finishes, then he will. Paul can wait. Leah lets out a sharp gasp as he curls his finger into her.

He does not want to waste any time, as he presses a kiss to her thigh, “ Oh, we’re so bad.” _____________________

To their credit, after Paul’s interruption, Sam and Leah do get better. They control themselves. They try to keep their hands off each other. They schedule separate patrols to the relief of the pack; though Paul argues that it is almost worse to hear such lovey-dovey thoughts twice , but the rest of the pack argue that it is much better given that they do not have to deal with the two constantly thinking about fucking every time they so much as look at each other. Sam just barks at Paul every time he bitches, knowing that no matter what decision is made, Paul would find some way to complain about it.

Surprisingly, he bitches a lot less if he patrols solely with Leah. Sam has a feeling that it is because Paul feels guilty about the way he treated Leah before. Now, Sam finds that the two are actually productive patrolling together; Leah barks back anything that Paul throws her way more and the back and forth feels more playful, more like siblings than with genuine menace. Sam takes a step back from being overprotective to accept that it will always be a part of their friendship together.

Things start to go into a more normal routine, one where they live together more peacefully. Sam finds himself enjoying becoming more of a brother to Seth again; he missed the little brother more than he thought he did and Seth does not hide how much he missed Sam as a brother after he forgives Sam for what he did to Leah. Sue is the hardest one to win back over, and Sam expected as much. He does not expect Sue to easily accept him after hurting her daughter, when Sue finally does express her forgiveness, welcoming him back with open arms, he feels a big sigh of relief.

They start to become a family again. It is not like it was before they shifted, or before Emily, instead something better forms. Something stronger and more solid.

The pack starts to get used to the transition and differences of Emily running the house and Leah running the house. While their door is not constantly revolving, all members of the pack still know that they are welcome when they need a place to get away or if they’re hurt. That Leah will never turn them away if they actually have a reason for coming in that goes beyond just trying to bother them.

While the pack does not have Emily’s home cooked meals, the Clearwaters actually step up to make sure the pack is fed with some boundaries that they can not solely rely on their food as their only intake. Sue is very strict on the boys and even Leah to make sure to eat throughout the day to keep up their metabolism, and that if they’re going to eat so much of her food that means they’re going to help pay for it too. No one is brave enough to even try to negotiate her terms nor do they find themselves wanting to. Leah doesn’t dare do the cooking after accidentally starting a fire, but the pack finds that Emily’s cooking does not even compare to Sue and even Seth’s newfound talent for baked goods.

Even Leah’s friendship with Bella grows more, to Sam’s chagrin. He certainly makes no efforts to warm up to the Cullens or Jacob, but he is more peaceful about it for the sake of Leah retaining the only female friendship she has. Neither him nor Edward make any efforts to become friends, but they both start to have a mutual respect for each other, understanding that they are both doing this for their girls.

But even though the pair are doing better at controlling themselves, Sam and Leah still find themselves slipping away into each other. Whether it is in the sanctuary of their own home or on a night like tonight, in the forest when they’re supposed to be on patrol. But with his wolf calming after the imprint broke, Sam finds himself pushing the limits of what exactly he can do with his freedom with Leah.

“We really should be patrolling,” Leah murmurs as they break apart from their kiss.

Sam growls, “We should, but I also want to make up for lost time with my girl. As much as I hate to say it, I think the Cullens have tonight covered.”

Leah lets out a laugh as Sam kisses at her neck, “You can’t just use that excuse to fuck me every time you want.”

“ Fuck?” Sam mocks being offended, “And here I thought we were making love.”

She lets out a shudder as he playfully bites at her ear. She groans when he slips his hand between her thighs, his fingers finding her entrance with ease as they slip inside of her. She leans into him as he holds her close, pushing his fingers deeper into her. He curls and scissors them inside of her until he feels her shudder with release.

There are two good things about doing this during their patrols. The first is that they can be fairly confident that no one in the pack is going to be wandering around; none of the boys tend to patrol more than Sam makes them and days off are like a goldmine that they don’t take for granted. The second is that it is much easier to fuck around in the middle of the forest when you don’t have to worry about your clothes. Given that they planned to patrol, their clothes are neatly tucked away on the back porch for when they return.

“Hmm, sometimes,” Leah teases, “Sometimes it’s making love, but now? This is fucking.”

She pulls him close as she says it, making him shudder as their dynamic starts to shift. Leah starts to take more control. She bites and kisses along his collarbone before trailing her way down his torso. She takes a moment to admire and kiss along his chiseled chest before sliding down to her knees.

Sam shudders as Leah takes his cock to her lips. She presses kisses to his tip, swirling her tongue around him before taking the tip into her mouth. His hands go to the back of her head, petting her hair, but not once pushing her toward him or urging her to do more. He lets her set the pace and tone, letting her do only as much as she wants at a time, even as his cock throbs against her mouth.

Leah teases him for much longer than he would have wanted. He becomes like putty in her hands as she takes her fingernail lightly against the underside of his shaft before grasping it firmly in her palm, pumping him for a moment before taking her into her mouth.

He shudders, his hands gripping on her hair, desperate to hold onto something as she sinks down to his base. She slowly pulls herself up with a wet pop, taking a second to catch her breath, before taking him into her mouth again. Steadily, she sets a rhythm as her head bobs up and down on his cock. Each time he looks down at her, he lets out a string of moans and curse words.

Her hand starts to keep herself busy, as she can feel how wet she is. Even after cumming once for Sam, she aches for more as Sam’s cock fills her mouth. She lets out a low groan against his shaft as she slips her fingers into herself. The wet sounds of her mouth and her fingers plunging into her pussy seem to be deafening, as they lose themselves into each other. Her fingers pump messily, as she slips a third digit in. Sam’s cock comes out of her mouth with a wet pop as she lets out a low groan before taking it back in with a teary look in her eyes.

“You’re doing so good,” Sam praises, encouraging her, “ Fuck - yes, if you keep going like that, I’m going to cum into that mouth of yours. Would you like that?”

Even with the filthiest words coming from his mouth, he speaks softly with a loving infliction in his voice. Leah looks up at him with wide, glistening eyes, his cock shoved deep into her mouth as she nods. The look on her face as she looks up at him, giving him her approval, is all it takes for him to go stumbling over the edge, shooting himself into the back of her throat.

Leah pulls away, gasping for air, as she slides her fingers out to wipe at the corner of her mouth, her face flushed and knees too weak to stand just yet.

There is a distinct yowling from the woods behind them, making them both tense. The loving mood shifts into something more dramatic as Sam immediately shifts. He is mindful of Leah, his large wolf form jumping across from her to stand in between her and the source of the noise protectively. Leah is about to shift, when she can smell who their visitor is and relaxes, preferring to hide behind Sam instead of shifting and hearing whatever conversation the two are about to have. She would jump in without hesitating if things seemed too tense, or if they started fighting, but given a choice, she would rather not have to listen to whatever Sam and Jacob have to say.

“You got to be fucking kidding me,” Jacob immediately voices through the link, “They said you were back to together and that your imprinting broke with Emily, but I couldn’t believe it.”

Sam relaxes some, but still stands his ground protectively by Leah even as Jacob’s wolf form starts to emerge from the trees. He is careful to stand in a way that shields her naked body from his view, even though it makes Jacob snort.

“You don’t have to hide her, I know what she looks like naked.”

Sam growls, but Jacob just lets out a noise of frustration as he flinches.

Jacob starts to defend himself, his hackles raising, before he forces himself to relax, his voice softening, “ I didn’t mean it like that, Sam. I was just talking about when we used to be a part of the same pack and when we used to be kids. It was a poor choice of words.”

Sam relaxes, but his posture is still stiff. Poor choice of words is an understatement; it had immediately set off his inner wolf to hear something like that about his girl from another wolf. Specifically another alpha. He forces himself to stay in control knowing that Jacob did not mean anything by it, and reminding himself just how casual the entire pack is about nudity. Of course, Jacob had seen her a few times, just as much as he would have seen any other member of the pack.

Sam snorts, knowing that out of all of them, they have gotten more glimpses of Paul than anyone else.

“I just came to see if it was true,” Jacob admits, “I can leave if I’m intruding.”

There is an undertone of something unreadable in Jacob’s voice, almost like he is sad, but Sam has a feeling that it has more to do with the reality of imprints than it does with him and Leah being back together. He softens. He can not imagine what it must be like for Jacob. Someone who gave up so much to try to form an imprint with a specific girl. Someone who advocated that it did not matter that he did not imprint with Bella, that he still loved her. How much the entire pack, Sam included, fought him on it.

Now, Jacob has to see how he was right - that the imprint did not really matter in the end. That it was possible to love someone outside of the imprint and possible to break an existing bond. Only for everyone to realize it too late - after Jacob had already made his sacrifices and chose Bella, chose the Cullens.

If everyone had just realized it sooner, then maybe Jacob would have had a better chance with Bella, or at the very least, Jacob would have to feel like he was choosing between the girl he loved and the entire pack.

Sam wants to apologize, but true to his word, Jacob starts to turn and leave, sending Sam one last look over his shoulder.

“I’m happy for you guys, congrats.” _____________________________

No one thinks to tell Emily the new rules that have been established. Do not tease Leah too much anymore (between them feeling guilty and Sam being a protective alpha), give Sue an appropriate amount of money to contribute to the pack’s appetite, give appropriate warning if you’re coming over unexpectedly and don’t just barge in. The last two rules are the ones Emily breaks.

She did not think that she had to give any warning. Leah and Sam were both ignoring any texts or calls; she is not sure if she is blocked or if they were just reading any messages to themselves. She did not expect them to be moved in together already. She figured she could just come in like she always has, see Sam like she used to, and maybe she could see Leah, but she is not too thrilled to see her cousin again after said cousin ruined her relationship. She supposes she could if she had to; but she honestly would be worried about Leah shifting on her, scarring her like Sam did in the heat of the moment if Leah lashes out.

But first and foremost, she mostly just wants to talk to Sam. She knows that Sam said he loved Leah, but he said he loved her too. Maybe not that day, but he has said it. He said it when they were imprinted, when she was at the bonfires, when she was taking care of the tribe and the pack.

And she has one thing Leah can never have. Unlike Leah, what Sam and Emily had had been determined by their ancestors, by fate. They were soulmates. That was what Sam had said, what everyone said. She knew the imprint was gone. She felt the moment it broke, and she has not felt it the same way again since. She never felt the pull to go see Sam, or felt his emotions through their link.

Oddly, it left her feeling a bit empty. Hollow. She tried to see other people after leaving, but nothing really compared to what the imprint felt like. No one was willing to make the Earth shift for her or worship her the way Sam did.

So she is back after convincing herself that like any other relationship, after some time apart, things can change. Maybe they just needed a break. Maybe Sam is just confused. Maybe they just need to talk it out. Maybe she just needs Sam to see her and just like the first time, he will look into her eyes and fall in love with her all over again. Maybe this whole time, he and Leah had actually fought and broke up - after all, her cousin is more short tempered, and it couldn’t have boded well with her that Sam had broken up with her before. She believes that this whole time, the reason he never answered her was because he did not know how to admit that he made a mistake.

That was okay, she would forgive him. She would swoop in and be the perfect girlfriend, the perfect girl. She would save him. She would come in, and just like it was with the imprint, he would crumble at her feet, apologizing, and weeping, and he would worship her. He would love her. She would become his everything again.

When she gets to the door, she is a bit thrown off that a few of the loose boards in the porch are fixed; the same boards that she had begged Sam weeks to fix, but he never seemed to find the time for her or what she needed from him the same way he made time for the pack. She shakes her head and comes through the front door to find the lights off.

She almost thinks that maybe she caught him at a time when he was gone on patrol. She could wait - at least for a bit, if needed. But then she spots the light coming in through the crack of a slightly opened bedroom door and immediately knows that it is him.

She only stops when it becomes clear to her that beyond the door is something she never really imagined.

“Fuck, Leah.” Sam groans out, “You are so perfect. My beautiful, sweet girl. You take my cock so well - fuck.”

Emily’s hand goes to her mouth, her back to the wall as she stands just behind the slightly open door.

“I’ll fill you to the brim until you’re carrying my pup,” Sam groans, “ My perfect girl, I love you so much.”

Something in Emily twists as she starts to leave, unexpected tears bristling in her eyes. A bitterness forms in her chest - he never was like that with her. Every time they had been together, Emily would go as far as to even describe it as just average - nothing particularly special, but she enjoyed having someone like Sam (chiseled, good looking, who knew what he was doing). He always made sure that she finished. He always put her first and never asked for her to do anything for him. She enjoyed herself, she would finish for him, and he would insist that she did not have to take care of his still raging hard on so she would not. She would just give him a kiss, and he would happily just lay back down with her, cuddling with her, going to bed.

He never said those things to her. He never sounded like that with her. He never called her perfect, never talked about having kids, never made that much noise. He was never that eager. Her heart twists, and she thinks maybe - maybe he is not the one who made a mistake.

Maybe she did by coming here.

Emily is gone by the time that Leah opens the bedroom door, her body aching and covered with sweat after a particularly long stint with Sam. She stretches her arms out, planning on indulging in a shower (she might even convince Sam to join her). But she does not get very far before she can smell someone.

Leah’s face contorts with bitterness at the familiar stench of her cousin, but at the very least it is not fresh. She would almost think that it is from when Emily still lived there, but she knows damn well that Emily’s scent disappeared in the house shortly after she took over. Which meant Emily was there recently. Anger starts to bubble under her skin, but strong arms wrap around her from behind as Sam kisses along her neck.

“She was here sometime during the middle of me praising you,” Sam admits softly, “She left sometime after I talked about filling you.”

Leah turns her head to look at him in astonishment, “You knew she was here?”

Sam does not seem that guilty about what he did, just smirking as he presses a kiss to her shoulder, “Of course I did, but if she comes barging into our home, I don’t know what else she expected. I figured I might as well give her a show - let her know just how much I love and adore you, that she could never compare to you.”

He lays it on thick as he trails kisses along every bit of skin he can reach. Leah leans back into his arms, holding his hands at her waist with a devious chuckle. She never expected Sam to be the one to do something that cruel - but she can not really say she is against it. If she knew Emily was there, she would have done the same thing.

Turning her head back, she manages to sneak a kiss to Sam’s lips, “Mmh - are you going to keep going?”

Sam laughs, holding her tightly, “For you? Always.” _______________________

Leah and Sam no longer make it a habit of fornicating during patrol as Jacob later had put it, and to the pack’s relief, no one has walked in on any more scarring situations for a while now. Enough so that the pack’s not bombarded with dirty thoughts all the time and can tolerate a patrol schedule with both of them. Paul still refuses to do it if both of them are together, insisting that he would rather walk in on them again then hear all the ‘lovey-dovey gooey shit’ that they still flood the bonded link with. Sam finds that he was right - no matter what they do, Paul will be Paul.

But right now, neither of them are scheduled to patrol, leaving them with some free time to just themselves in a more PG-friendly rated way. There is something just freeing about being able to walk and run through the forest as wolves together with no pressure to patrol or to hunt, just to be able to run.

Leah laughs over the link as Sam playfully chases her through the forest, the wolf in her yipping happily as her tail wags. She pretends to be shocked, erupting into a series of laughs as Sam tackles her to the ground. He is careful with her, mindful of his teeth and his claws. He makes sure not to hurt her as they wrestle on the ground, their wolf forms rolling in the dirt with laughter before it slowly starts to calm down.

Leah pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as she lays down on the dirt. Sam lays down beside her, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. His larger wolf encompasses her as he rests his head on top of her, protectively guarding her even as they are both exhausted from running through the reservation. For a moment, they stay like that in silence. Leah enjoys the sounds of the nature around them, and the warmth of Sam lightly on top of her, closing her eyes to just savor the peace. Sam’s snout buries into her fur briefly before he gives her ear a lick, grooming out of place fur lovingly.

“Leah,” Sam gently says, “Do you ever think about us getting engaged again?”

Leah’s tail flicks, “What brought this up so suddenly?”

Sam lets out a long huff, snorting through his snout. His head feels a bit heavier as it lays back down on the back of her neck, “I’ve just been thinking, but I can’t think anymore or make a decision unless I know where you stand on it and it’s not something we’ve really talked about since being back together yet.”

Leah, oddly, does not feel suffocated by the way he lays on her as he questions her. Maybe if it was done earlier in their relationship, she would have flicked him off to give herself some space, but now, she lays down contently, letting his weight gently press against her. She makes no move to push him off or get up.

“...I’ve been thinking too,” she admits. “I - I don’t like to think about our original plans. If it’s something that we decide to do again, I’d want to start from ground zero. A fresh start. A new plan, a new venue, new everything . I wouldn’t want so much as the same cake design.”

It would be a hassle, for both of them and everyone involved. Any notes and planning that she did before have already been burned and even if she did still have, she would not want them. She wants to start over - call new places, make new plans. She would not want even the same color scheme. She would feel a little more guilty about it if she did not know for a fact that all the members of the pack that were going to attend the first time around had already returned their tuxes for a refund.

The only exception she would make for this rule is her mom, knowing her mother still has the dress she was going to wear to the wedding tucked back into the closet. The store refused to refund her or take it back. Her mom spent too much money on that dress to not get the chance to wear it and Leah would never be as selfish to ask her mother to spend that amount of money again just to get another dress.

Sam lets out a chuckle, not expecting anything less, “Are you sure? I think we still have a credit for that one place -”

Leah whines, and Sam quickly realizes that the joke hits a bit of a sore spot. He changes his tone quickly, licking at her ear as an apology, “I was kidding, Leah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“A fresh start,” he continues, agreeing, “I like the sound of that. We could go through everything like it’s the first time, just maybe a little wiser on some decisions.”

“I’d get a new dress,” Leah adds, “Something that’s not even remotely like the first one. I’ll get something that suits me now.”

Sam hums in agreement. Through their link, their own fantasies of the thought start to flash through. They both think about what it would be like. Images of Leah in a dress, of her walking down the aisle, of them saying their vows. Finally getting married. Leah lets out a content sigh at the thought, more comfortable with the idea than she anticipated.

She thought long and hard about this even before Sam brought it up. She didn’t want to talk about it until she knew how she felt about the idea, and if she could stomach going through it again. But the more she thought about it, the easier it became. She was not as bitter as she expected nor was she sad that Emily wouldn’t be her bridesmaid anymore. Instead, she got excited at the idea of having Bella be her bridesmaid of honor this time. The only thing that makes her sad is that her father would not be there; he would not get to attend the wedding, or walk her down the aisle, but she finds comfort in that she is at least marrying the man he approved of. The one he liked and knew and was friends with.

More importantly, the more she thought about getting married to Sam, the more she realized that she was not expecting something bad to happen again. She was not waiting for the other shoe to drop or for something to keep them from getting married. She did not doubt him, did not even think for a moment that he would leave her again. That was when she realized that she is ready.

“Sam, I want to get married again,” Leah admits.

“Again?” Sam teases, “ I don’t know what you mean, this is our first time getting married, isn’t it?”

Leah laughs, her tail wagging as it thunks against the ground, “Does that mean that we’ll do it? That you’ll marry me?”

“That’s the oddest proposal I’ve ever heard,” Sam laughs when she playfully gets up, pushing him off to swat at him, “But it’s a yes, Leah. I’ll marry you, I would be honored to marry you.”

Even as she playfully tries to bite at him and swat her paws against him, Sam comes closer to her until his snout is against her cheek, rubbing against her lovingly. She immediately returns the gesture, rubbing her face against his, her heart thumping wildly in excitement.

Their moment is interrupted when Leah is tackled to the ground by a familiar, smaller wolf, whose tag wags as his tongue droops out of his mouth with excited slobber. Seth’s wolf pins her down playfully in excitement, with his mind buzzing.

“LEAH! LEAH! Do you really mean it? Are you and Sam really getting married? Am I finally going to be a wedding bear?”

Sam’s howling laughter can be heard as Leah shoves her little brother off of her, “It’s bearer. For the last time, I’m not going to let you show up to the wedding wearing a bear costume.”

Seth is not deterred, hopping around like a puppy with a new toy, his excitement is contagious. Sam finds himself watching his little brother in amusement; he can imagine the scene Seth will cause being the ring bearer, putting his all into it like it is the most serious task he could ever do. He has a feeling that the younger boy will take it more seriously than he takes his patrols.

Sam nudges Seth, “That means you’ll be stuck in a monkey suit just like me.”

Leah shoots him a playful, dirty look that makes him laugh as Seth voices his confusion over the term, “Why would she let me wear a monkey costume instead of a bear one?”

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writing-for-twilight · 11 months

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Anonymous asked:

AU where at Sam and Emily's wedding, Leah objects? "Speak Now", "You Belong With Me" from Taylor Swift vibes please.

Emily’s dress looks like the pastry that she made once.

That is the first thought that goes through Leah Clearwater’s head as her cousin floats down the aisle like a pageant queen, her hair done up and threaded with shining jewels from the Uley family. The same jewels that Leah had been forced to return...

And, of all places, a church? Nobody here was any sort of Christian, and this ugly dress that Leah was wearing would have been suitable on a white girl, perhaps, but only made her look awful. Her sneakers are her little rebellion, hidden beneath the long skirts.

Leah wonders yet again about the vicissitudes of fate - how was it that she, who had understood Sam’s sense of humor and knew his story like nobody else, had been the one that fate itself deemed not enough? Surely she was the one that belonged with him, as she once had, before gods and monsters decided to intervene?

She stands when the priest is mid-sentence. “Don’t say yes, run away now - I’ll meet you when you’re out of the church at the back door.”

She hopes Sam will remember that she was the one who made him laugh when he knows he’s about to cry, that she’s the one that knows his favorite songs, that he had first told her his dreams.

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #twilight fandom #leah clearwater #sam uley #sam x leah #for anon #mod cassandra

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No Sound But The Wind - Editor

Sam doesn’t have much to say about it, but he knows the worst thing he’s ever done is what happened between himself, Emily, and Leah. he doesn’t regret the end result, at least not all of it, but the means to get here are events he can barely look back on. What it used to be, a home, a family, feels like it slipped away. He is alone, or at least as alone as one can be with their soulmate. Or something like that.

He’d give anything to fix it, to put it back together, to get to the light. He can look away, he can hide, he can avoid it, but it’s all in his head.

He needs help.

send me a song title (include artist please) and i’ll write a summary of a twilight fanfic based on the song

#sam uley #emily young #leah clearwater #sam x emily #emily x sam #leah x sam #sam x leah #twilight #twilight fanfic #twilight headcanons #tts #ttsfanfic #twilightfanfic #twilightfic #back sover song summaries

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I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 15

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: fifteen

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahhh that's it i'm quitting this job tillies my baes you guys hiring? 🙏

stairway NOOOO Y/N IM SOO SORRY

willybum Y/N NO

elton ABSOLUTELY NOT

kyra ABSOLUTELY YES

cha cha YESSS WE WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS

stephy of course! 🥰

the REAL karate kid NAHHH

neev WE DIDNT MEAN TOO Y/N WE'RE REALLY SORRY

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ NO YOU GUYS ARE NOT

meado what did you guys do this time

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

stairway it was nothing!

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ NOTHING?!

willybum did you just make a meme of me ....

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ i've made memes of all of you BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT RN i hate you all except lotte i love you you're the only lioness i'll support

tom holland's twin while i really appreciate that pls don't leave me with these idiots 🥺🙏

meado waittt i wasn't part of all this why hate meee

earpsy yeah i wasn't there either why do we gotta suffer tho

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ MARY you not being there was what caused this torture and suffering in the first place 😭😭

keira i'm so out of the loop rn

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ SO THESE IDIOTS THOUGHT I'D BE GREAT FOR TARGET PRACTICE IN GOALS AND SHOVED ME IN THE BATTLEFIELD WITHOUT MY CONSENT ME WHOS THE OPPOSITE OF ATHLETIC GOT ABUSED BCUZ OF THEM ALL only lotte being the angel she is helped me

willybum it wasn't even that badddd

stairway yeahh you're being kinda dramatic

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ WASNT EVEN THAT BAD?! EXCUSE YOU I HAVE A CONCUSSION BCUZ OF YOU GUYS AND A MASSIVE BUMP ON MY HEAD AND YOURE CALLING ME DRAMATIC?!

tom holland's twin yeah it was a nasty bump ngl y'all knocked out her braincells

elton i mean to be fair she kinda didn't have many braincells to begin with anyway ....

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ SPEAK FOR YOURSELF THATS ITTT TILLIES YALL MY NUMBER ONE MY MAIN MY HOMELAND

the REAL karate kid

willybum NOOO NOT THEMMM WE SHOULD BE YOUR NUMBER ONE

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ WELL YOU SHOULDVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YALL ATTACKED ME AFTER EVERYTHING IVE DONE FOR YALL AND THIS IS HOW YOU GUYS REPAY ME?!

kyra charli and i are coming to get ya rn from these losers we're on our way

stairway WHO YOU CALLING LOSERS?!

willybum this is unacceptable

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

willybum

the REAL karate kid

neev NAHH WE'LL WAGE WAR

kyra

come at me you colonisers

tom holland's twin NAHH NOT COLONISERS 😭😭

stairway WE WILL

cha cha imma bring in the big guns

cha cha added brick wall, ford, lani and sammy the skippa

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

OMG MORE AUSSIES AYEE

cha cha um that photo .... anyway macca cait lani protect y/n at all costs

brick wall

aye aye

lani on it!

ford okay!

sammy the skippa um what is happening rn

stephy all you need to know is that we gotta protect y/n from the lionesses

sammy the skippa

neev we got our own big guns lucy millie mary rach need ya rn

earpsy here!

brightness yes.

daily i was summoned

rusty metal yeah?

kyra well WEVE GOT MCCABE KATIE MCCABE

the REAL karate kid WHAT?!

willybum SINCE WHEN WAS MCCABE WITH YOU GUYS?!

brick wall since always?

stephy yeah katie's an honorary aussie

meado katie?!

mccard yeah i am

elton WELL WEVE GOT ONA ISNT THAT RIGHT?

rusty metal ona?

ona well ..... i'm afraid to tell you that we spaniards have formed an alliance with the aussies

kie THE BETRAYAL 😭😭

willybum what is this blasphemy

tom holland's twin wait isn't spain also a coloniser tho ....

stairway oh yeahhh that's hypocritical of you

ona shhhhhhh

kyra

cha cha well y/n is successfully ours

willybum ABSOLUTELY NOT

neev WE'LL GET HER BACK JUST YOU WAIT

stairway YEAH WERE COMING FOR YOU KANGAROO RIDERS

samma the skippa

what are you all gonna do? drown us in your cup of teas?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ DAMN yall got violated haha

the REAL karate kid

neev i cannot believe this just happened 😔😭

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Bf Leah being wound up after a bad game and takes control. Smut pls!!!!

BLED BLUE

leah williamson x chelsea! reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, humiliation, dom/sub dynamics, age gap (legal + consensual), hate sex, enemies w/ benefits, rough, coarse language.

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Part of you wondered how long it would take Leah to take you home. There was not an ounce of blue in her body, taken only by the lifelong allegiance to North London, but the thought of you, a blue-born Chelsea girl, taking up the space under her sheets, was addictive.

Chelsea were the better team. Always was, and always will be. The Blues were better at everything. Their players were more advanced, their game plans had been executed to perfection. Arsenal were sloppy, poor, and unjust. It was embarrassing to the point where it stood out as entertaining to you. Seeing the almighty, reigning Arsenal fall on their knees and succumb to the superiority of your team was endearing, and you found yourself searching for the thrill increasingly more as the game progressed.

And the sight of the woman you hated oh so much angered by the defeated notion of the final whistle was your idea of an indescribable victory.

“What a shame, Williamson.” You snagged, clutching the fabric at your hips, looking down at her bent figure. “I thought you’d play well.”

“Ah, it is you.” She replied with just as much spite. “I thought I saw someone falling flat on their face. Makes sense now that I know it was you.”

You smirked, folding your arms over your chest. “Yeah, tried to show my humility… y’know, after scoring two goals tonight I thought it was only necessary.”

Leah scoffed, straightening her posture to display her authoritative height over you. “Both off deflections… sounds brilliant.”

“Player of the match worthy.” You bit back, stepping forward, pressing your chest against hers, suppressing the heat in your face. “Don't worry, I’ll make sure to credit your own goal in the interview.”

“Always have an excuse to talk about me. Can't stop, can you?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“I don't think of you.” Leah shook her head, grabbing the hem of your shorts and fiddling with them persistently. “But if I did, I’d be sure to let you know.”

“If only I cared enough to hear it.” You tutted, not really caring about the openness of your situation. The stadium was still quite full, with both of your teammates lingering on the field. Fans were banking the barricade, no doubt looking for the two of you.

“I could tell you now if you’d like.”

“Aw, are you thinking of me now, Williamson?”

You felt Leah’s hand move to the inside of your thigh, pressing a tight pinch to gain any type of reaction from you. Biting your lip, you hoped that the post-game redness covered your blush.

“I bet you love the thought of people watching this, don't you?” She asked, glaring at you with such hatred that her words felt bittersweet. “Always so desperate for attention that you’d do it in front of everyone. Fucking needy.”

“You’re the one touching me.” In anger, you snapped. You didn't like the way Leah seemed so confident, so right in what she was saying. You wanted to be right. You were the one who won it for your team. You were better than her. She needed to realise that.

The only separation between the two of you was by your arms crossed over your chest. Leah was drawing furious patterns along your thigh, pressed up against you with her face above you, your height earning her to look down.

“Pull away then.” She uttered, now pulling you into a hug. You knew this would send fans into a spiral. Everybody knew about your rivalry with Leah. It was evident in the tackles, the cards, the teams, the games, the interactions. This was unclaimed territory. You had both teased each other after the games. There was always fire and spite, anger and resentment, but never contact. She told you to pull away, and by the tension that lingered, if you did she would let you have there was something else there. You felt it between your legs, running down your spine, making your core yearn.

It was in the way she kept her hand in between your thighs, deepening her fingers just below where you needed her most. She held you tight, closing any physical gap, forcing your arms to circle her waist as she wrapped her spare arm around the name on the back of your shoulders. You don't know why, but you held her back just as tight, breathing heavily when she started moving her fingers upwards.

“So tense.” She spat, rubbing your shoulder.

You shook her arm off, keeping the contact but still resistant. “I pulled it at training, of course it is.”

“Wasn't talking about your shoulder, baby.” She chuckled, her voice sending goosebumps down your neck. “In those thighs. Clenching them so hard and I'm hardly touching ‘em.”

That was when you knew your cheeks were burning.

There was a hint of humiliation in your tone, but your anger was still prevalent. “I didn't even notice your hand.”

“Yeah, alright.” Williamson grinned, pulling away. You felt the cold air nip your cheeks at the sudden loss of contact. Her fingers were no longer soothing the ache in between your legs. “Alright, baby, no, all that flushed cheeks from the big game, hm? Breathing so heavily cause you scored two goals, is that you’re so wet for me?”

“I’m not— you're so—”

Leah stepped away again, and you were too stupid to step forward in response. “God, is that what you're gonna sound like in the interview? You a mess, Baby, really. All flustered and red.”

“I'm not red.” You snapped. “And stop calling me baby. You're only four years older than me.”

Leah could see straight through you. “But you love that though.” She saw straight past your visible persona. “Why don't you show me how mature you are then? Can't call you baby if you prove that you're not.” She could tell by your flustered state, your wide eyes and your tainted disposition that you were struggling to handle the conversation.

“I don't need to prove anything to you. I just won the match. That's enough to prove that I'm better anyway.”

“But you needed help to get there, didn't you?” She retorted. “It’s not your name on the score sheet, it's mine. Look,” she pointed up to the screen, almost condescendingly, above the stands, where WILLIAMSON (OG) was printed boldly in white below the score. “All that hard work and I still get the mention.”

There was a fight for dominance, but the fight was so clearly won when you audibly gulped, unable to come up with just enough answer to compel yourself into a deeper state of anger. If anything, you were willing to resort to forbidding, but you were stubborn and bled blue.

“You’re just mad that you lost and we won. Chelsea was always better anyway, and you were just too slow… bet that's always the case.”

Leah’s jaw clicked, her lips settling into a thin line.

“In what case?” She muttered distinctly.

“You know what case.” You failed to notice the challenge, finding yourself in a superior position of confidence to realise the hole you were digging for yourself. “Slow and boring… on and off the pitch. You definitely get around, but you never seem to see one person twice. Maybe that's because they don't want to see you.”

Leah grabbed your wrist, yanking you off the field. It was a tradition that you would see the fans after every game, so you tugged back in retaliation.

She pivoted to face you, glaring at you with so much affliction that you yearned for more.

“You seem really interested in how I ‘get around’. Sounds like you wish it was you.”

No matter how hard your body was willing to succumb to her words, you stood firm by scoffing, rolling your eyes at her cockiness. “If only I was so desperate.”

“I’ll show you just how desperate I can get you.” The captain spat, holding your forearm now, easily leading you further down the tunnel where fans or players could no longer find you. “Didn't even properly touch you before and you were a needy mess.”

“You’re always so fucking sure of yourself, aren't you, Williamson?” You snapped back, hearing the clad of your boots fail to drown out your ungrateful tone. You did not care for what Leah was so keen to impress you with. Never had anyone told you that Leah did not impress. She was determined to make sure everyone was supplied with the right things for their needs. She valued giving pleasure over receiving. But if there was one thing she hated, it was brats like you.

You stood outside the Chelsea changing rooms, your kit still adorned on your figure.

“Go get your shit.” She snarled, letting go of your arm and jabbing you forward.

You scoffed, stopping dead in your tracks. “And what? You're gonna wait for me and drop me home? I have a license, Williamson, I'm not your fucking—”

You couldn't finish your rant, yelping when Leah cut you off, grabbing the collar of your shirt and mashing her lips against yours. One of her legs found its way between yours, her knee pushing against your core. A moan fell from your lips, and the woman wasted no time in slipping her tongue in, caging your figure between you and the wall.

She waited until you were kissing her back before grabbing your neck. She instantly moved down to litter harsh kisses down the nape of your neck, using her hands to move underneath your shirt, massaging your breasts. You were a mess beneath her, breathing heavily when the pressure on your clit intensified when her knee started rubbing patterns up and down.

“Swear at me again and see how it turns out for you.” She muttered in your ear, relishing the whines that fell from your lips as her knee continued its work. “If I tell you to grab your bag, that's what you do, yeah? You understand, Chelsea?”

The nickname left you shrinking, her words making your core glisten. You weren't completely sure whether the Arsenal girl was planning on taking you home. You didn't understand why you were all of a sudden pretty much moaning at the friction of her knee.

But you weren't fucking complaining.

“My teammates are in there.”

Leah let out a laugh. “You had no problem letting me touch you in a filled Stanford Bridge, Babygirl. I think it’d be healthy if your teammates realised who fucks their Stargirl after a home game.”

“You haven't fucked me, yet.” Your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the thought of the England captain fucking you sending you into a spiral.

“Go get your bag and then I can use that pretty mouth for something other than moaning my last name… not that I mind when you do that.”

You wasted no time in doing as you were told, forever thankful that all of your teammates were either still interacting with fans or showering. You grabbed all of your stuff and quickly followed Leah over to the away changing rooms.

She let you walk through, since none of the girls were present, grabbing your belongings and chucking them inside her cubby. You felt her figure cage you back into the nearest wall, her hands how playing with the hem of your shirt, inching it further up your waist until it was completely disregarded, and you were left in your sports bra and shorts.

“Why so quiet?” Leah asked, kissing down the column of your neck, fondling your breasts. You sighed at the growing ache in your core, throwing your head back when Leah’s knee came back into contact with your clit.

“Some— someone’s going to walk in.”

Leah snorted. “Like you would mind.”

You huffed, grabbing the back of her neck and pushing her head further down your body. Leah’s knee stopped in return, leaving you writhing at the loss of pressure.

“Use your words or you can get off yourself.”

“Like you could get me off.” You retorted.

“I don't make brats cum.” She spat, moving back up to tower over you. “I edge them until they’re desperate and getting themself off my thigh. I treat them like brats, and maybe you need to work a little fucking harder for what you want.”

“You were just teasing me!”

“You're just desperate.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Leah.” There it was. Music to her ears.

“What?”

You whined, using your hips to drag yourself along her knee.

“What was that, Baby? Couldn't hear you under all those whines.”

“Leah, c’mon.” You stated potently, getting more impatient by the minute. “I'm not begging.”

The number six shrugged, looking down at you with wide, innocent eyes like she had no clue what you were going on about. Like she didn't even realise that you were humping her leg longing for some relief.

“Begging for what?” She moved her finger painstakingly down your chest, tracing your abs ever so slowly.

“For you.”

“For me?” She questioned, feigning confusion. Her hand dipped into the waistband of your shorts, circling your clit over your underwear. “Answer me, Darling. What do you want me to do? I'm touching you.”

“Touch me more.”

Leah tutted, moving her hand away. You groaned, throwing your head back when no pleasure was offered. “I'm afraid that's not how you ask. It might get you somewhere at Chelsea, but at Arsenal, we treat our Captains with respect. Even our star girls use their manners in the North end.”

“Touch me more, please.”

“Where, Chelsea?” Leah moved closer to you, peeling off her own shirt, removing your shorts, leaving you in your underwear and bra. “Be a good girl and tell me where.” She asked, her body lowering itself closer to the ground. You watched her kneel before you, hands gripping your waist, kneading your hips, lips biting your inner thigh.

“My clit, Lee, please. I need you to touch me there.”

“Such a good girl for your Captain, aren't you?” Leah ran her tongue along your folds, your underwear pooled at your feet. Your legs were swung over her shoulders, your hands buried in her hair, pulling taunt to her ponytail and the hairs that had fallen out during the game. Your moans were still muffled by the bite in your lips, the nerves of someone hearing your desperation for your enemy is still evident in the way you kept your mouth shut.

It was when Leah’s tongue latched onto your clit, sucking harshly on the swollen bud that your noises fell so adamantly from your reddened lips. You felt Leah’s cocky smile, her chuckles sending vibrations of pleasure through your body.

“Sound so pretty, Baby.”

“Leah— fuck, Lee. I'm gonna—”

“You’re going to hold it. Taste so good, you can wait.”

The coil in your stomach was forming long before Leah had even started, and the more Leah attacked your bud, the more your orgasm led to burst. Your moans had doubled in volume when one of her hands came up to play with your nipple, pinching it and playing with the nub every time her tongue licked up your folds. Her other hand worked its way through your pussy, spreading your slick all over your thighs, letting it run down your shaking legs and make your skin glisten with the glossy arousal.

“Want Stanford to hear you,” Leah spoke from below you. You whined at the thought. You were in a state of pure bliss that all cautionary thoughts of interruption were so far gone. All you could think about was Leah’s face between your legs.

“Feels so good, Lee. Want to cum so bad for you.”

“You can hold it, baby.”

“Mh, Lee, please.”

Leah moaned at your whines, nuzzling her nose up against your clit, pinching your nipple hard, reeling at the moan you let out in response. She saw the way your hole clenched around nothing, smirking at the way you rolled your hips across her face, working your pussy into her mouth so easily. She felt powerful knowing she had you at her disposal. You were stunning always, but there was something about you now that set Leah off. It made her angry knowing that you weren't hers to fuck at her discretion. It made her protective over you in ways she had never felt before. You were Chelsea’s protege — everyone worried when going up against you.

“Leah.”

It wasn't like something had changed, but Leah had realised that her hate was actually protection and adoration. She wanted you for herself. She wanted to steer you away from anyone that would hurt you. She hated Chelsea, she despised the West side more than anything, and it wasn't the sex that made her realise this.

“Leah.”

It was her name coming from your lips.

“Cum for me, Baby.”

That was all you needed to hear before you were barreling over the edge, your legs relying entirely on the strength of Leah’s upper body to keep you balanced. Your moans exemplified the stimulation of your orgasm riding out, and Leah’s endeavours to lick the result of it up as it poured into her mouth and onto your thighs.

The woman made sure you had somewhat caught your breath before she moved, having a moment to catch her own breath and comprehend what just happened. When she knew you were able to stand independently, she moved over to her cubby, grabbing the baby wipes she always had handy, moving back down to her knees to clean the mess across your legs as you covered your chest back with your jersey, and later your shorts.

Leah moved to do the same, except she watched as you fumbled with what to do. She gave you a pointed look as if to question your thinking, and you simply sighed and waddled over to her, slight humiliation at your wobbly legs painting your cheeks as you grabbed your bag.

“You all good, Baby?” She asked, her voice no longer authoritative and rather empathetic.

“Yeah, thanks.” You nodded. “Erm… sorry for being… rude… actually I'm not sorry but I am.”

“Yeah, same,” Leah replied a cheeky grin settled on her complexion. “I think we can settle for friendly rivalry from now on.”

“If that's what you call this, then sure.” You added, laughing along with what to make of the situation, feeling more out of place than ever in the middle of the Arsenal room. “I better go.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

“Lee, I've got my license—”

“It wasn't a question, Chelsea.”

You stood there defeated, knowing internally that you had no way home after Millie had driven you to the stadium and would have left by now anyway. Leah must’ve known that by the way she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her chest.

“Besides, wouldn't want that Player of The Match Trophy getting forgotten now, would we?”

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A/N — bad ending but oh well… HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

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invaded l.wm

plot: y/n moved from man city to Arsenal and one specific man is not happy about it.

warnings: violence, talks of a stalker, more of a arsenal x reader than a lotte x reader, blood etc

He was one of the main reasons you left Manchester city, his eyes that lingered on you when in the crowd.

When you first met him he seemed like a normal fan. He asked for a photo and challenged you to a rock paper scissors to secure your top, you noticed his anger when he lost but you gave him your jersey anyways to soften the blow.

He came to every game and yearned for your attention everytime, whenever you didn’t he would then wait outside in the parking lot.

At first you thought it was cute, you had never had such a big fan well that was until he started showing up outside of the field.

You were having a coffee with your mum when you heard the clicks of a camera, turning around you saw him, with his Man City scarf on taking photos of you and your mum.

You politely waved at him and he smiled. When he next showed up it was in the off season as you went to see your girlfriend Lotte.

“You alright love?” Lotte asked as you spotted him behind a tree, how did he know you were here “Lotte we need to go” you ordered as your heart sped up, he scared you “y/n-“ “now” you cut Lotte off as you grabbed her hand and ran to your car trying to ignore his pleas as he followed you.

He stopped for a month after that but maybe it was because you stopped going out as much, he was still at every man city game and still waited for you in the parking lot where you politely smiled and waved at the crowd but he took it as you were only waving at him.

Lotte had told you to try and get a restraining order but their had never been enough evidence to even try.

One day before you announced your transfer to Arsenal you saw him again but at your front door. You slammed the door before he could try and get in but it didn’t stop him.

He bashed his fists on the door “You’re leaving me!” He yelled “your betraying me like this?” He asked.

You pushed your weight on the door, tears falling down your eyes as you pulled out your phone to call Lotte.

“Hey y/n” she answered sweetly as you sniffed “he’s here” you whispered out “he’s where y/n?” Lotte asked and you could tell her by her voice that her heart had dropped.

“My house Lotte. He’s found my house!”

“I’m calling the police, can I hang up darling just for a little bit I will call right back” she told you and you closed your eyes “I love you” you whispered in fear

“Don’t talk like that y/n” he is not going to hurt you” she said and you shook your head “I’m scared” you admitted as his fists became louder

“You bitch! I saw you at the Arsenal training grounds, you’re leaving!” He shouted and Lotte’s face turned white from the loudness of his voice “y/n I’m going to call I’ll be back”

The beep of the phone call ending made you sob again, without Lotte’s voice calming you down you were in a forensic mess.

His voice was drowned out by your thoughts and you heard sirens wailing from nearby, he did too as his fists stopped.

“You’ll regret this” he finally stated before you heard him ruffling away.

You never felt safe fully after that whilst you played your last weeks at Man City, you scanned the crowds in fear and always walked to your car quickly after a match, sometimes having Lotte pick you up.

When your news about transferring came out rumours started to spiral, until an anonymous writer came out.

Y/n y/l/n moving to Arsenal because of stalker?!

You pressed on it right away as you laid on Lotte’s chest, photos of you on walks and at cafes, one of you in your home which you moved out of as quickly as you could.

He had took these photos and now he was sending them in to make profit, your privacy for his benefit.

‘We hope y/n is well before her move to Arsenal’ it ended with and you felt yourself snuggling to Lotte even more.

You had been with Arsenal for almost a month now and it was time you versed your old team. It was bittersweet.

You loved the girls on the team and they were now your on field enemies. Lotte was the captain of the game and you were proud of her.

But nothing could stop the weird feeling in your stomach, it made you nervous and your mind was racing.

You thought it would go away as you play but the feeling was still there.

You had subbed on for Beth for a fresh pair of legs on the field on the 64th minute and it wasn’t long before you started making an impact, high giving your girlfriend as you scored a goal agains Man City.

You hadn’t even checked for the man in the crowd as you now sported the red, you should’ve maybe you would’ve seen him and the state he was in.

His eyes were baggy and it was clear to anyone around him that he would be drinking but security weren’t the best for the women’s games so they gave no mind.

It was about the 75th minute he jumped the barrier, a beer bottle in his hand, he wore your old jersey you had given to him as he stormed over to you.

You had your back to him so you couldn’t see him but some of your team mates did and the audience as they boo’d at him in the crowds, thinking he was a trouble maker wanting his 5 seconds of fame.

You looked behind you out of curiousity before you locked eyes with the man, your heart dropped before he raised his arm which the glass bottle was held in and smashed it on your head.

You dropped instantly as he yelled “traitor!” And kicked you at the head.

You had been near the sidelines so the low number of security members latched onto him as he yelled out to you but you were unconscious, on the floor with blood pouring down your face.

Almost the whole field and Audience went quiet and the TV channels who were broadcasting were lost for words.

Medics were on you quick as Lotte tan over with tears in her eyes. She looked at you and towards the man who was tackled to the floor “that’s him!” She yelled and told the security to take him to the jail.

The blood on your face wasn’t going away as more blood from your forehead and your eye fell down.

“Lotte” you choked out and sue dropped to her knees and grabbed your hand “I’m here, I’m here” she told you and kissed your knuckles “I’m scared” you cried as the medics came back with the stretcher “he’s gone now” Lotte told you, tears running down her eyes at the sight of you.

The medics pulled you up and the whole stadium was silent, the Arsenal and City girls watching you with tears in their eyes.

The game stopped.

Lotte followed you to an ambulance and most girls quickly got into their cars to follow you, not bothering to change.

You only needed a few stitches but Lotte demanded for a plastic surgery, saying you would never forgive her if she let you have a big scar from your eye to your temple.

So she waited with her head in her arms, her bright yellow captains arm band tightening around her bicep as she was joined by both the arsenal and Man city team in the waiting room.

“She’s going to be fine” Leah told her England team mate and she nodded “I know it’s just she- she was so scared” Lotte sobbed as she leaned into her team mates embrace and cried.

Both of the teams waited for you to come out of surgery, on their phones as some read articles or watches the film clip multiple times in shock of what had happened.

Lotte saw it every time she closed her eyes, the way you had no idea of the danger running towards you, the way he moved so quick nobody could stop him before the action was done.

The TV was on in the corner as the news talked about what had happened to you. Lotte watched as the reporter talked about the lack of security and how they interviews some of the games watchers, some crying.

Two hours later a doctor came into the room, shocked to see so many players waiting to see your results.

“Y/n y/l/n?” She questioned and everyone’s head shot up “yes?” Lotte stood up and the nurse nodded “she’s awake now but I think it’s best if we send people in groups” she said and Lotte let out a sigh of relief.

“You go first” Alanna said from her seat in the corner to Lotte and she nodded and walked behind the Nurse who took her to your room.

Your stitches looked oily from the numbing cream that they had lathered on top of the stitches. You don’t say anything, your eyes stuck to the ceiling.

“Why me?” You breathed out and Lotte grabbed your hand

“I don’t know baby” she replied and you looked at her, your eyes were blood shot “did they get him?” You asked and she nodded “he is behind bars and the court is allowing us to ask for a restraining order, he’s already not allowed to attend a soccer game ever again” she said and you nodded.

“Do I look as bad as I feel?” You asked and Lotte let out a little laugh “Do you really think I care about what you look like?”

“No but I care what I look like” you smiled and Lotte kissed your hand “you look beautiful, just like you always do”

You smiled “is it just you here?” You asked and Lotte scoffed “uhm actually” she started and went to the window and opened the blind which revealed the waiting room.

“Oh wow” you breathed out seeing both of your teams sitting down in the uncomfortable chairs.

“Maybe send in my national team mates, they’re most likely to tell me if I look ugly or not” you joked and your girlfriend rolled her eyes playfully at your comment.

“Actually almost all your national team mates are here” she breathed out before walking out to collect them.

When half of the Matilda’s team walked in Caitlin scoffed

“You just had to one up me from the World Cup didnt ya”

The whole room laughed at her before she laid on the bed and cuddled into your side.

“Well this will be a fun story to tell in a couple of years” you joked and your team mates laughed.

You smiled as you looked around, Lotte chating to your team mates with a smile as you cuddled into some of your younger players “I was so worried” Kyra told you and you shook your head.

“Takes a lot to take me down chicken”

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mxlti-lover · 10 months

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Sick {Paul Lahote}

Summary: You fell sick with a really bad cold, but how were you supposed to tell your werewolf boyfriend you didn’t want him to cuddle you?

Warnings: none, just a sad Paul.

Word Count: 1059

(P.S. please don’t judge too hard if this is terrible, I haven’t written in a while and I’m a little rusty…)

*do not steal or copyright any of my work pls and thank you*

You woke up that morning feeling horrible. Your nose was so clogged you could barely breathe and you had the worst honking cough.

You laid in bed, curled into a ball watching your favorite Disney movie. You knew you should tell Paul, but you didn’t really want him at the moment. Don’t get it twisted, you loved Paul to death, I mean, he was your mate, but when you got sick like this, his body heat didn’t help.

You knew he would want to cuddle you, give you some scalp massages as he checked up on you every minute of the hour, but right now, you just wanted to be alone.

That is until you heard the front door opening.

“Y/N! Baby! Where are you?!” Paul shouted.

You knew he probably sensed you weren’t okay as he still had an hour before he usually got home from patrol. Probably talking Sam into letting him leave early.

“I’m upstairs!” You called out the best you could, your throat feeling raw from coughing.

You heard footsteps rush up the stairs and soon Paul’s tall figure stood in the doorway, scanning you over, a frown on his face.

“Baby…why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” He asked softly as he made his way over to the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed as he leaned over kissing your forehead and cheek softly, checking if you had a fever.

“You’re burning up baby.” He spoke sadly, sitting up again to look at you.

You knew you weren’t a pretty sight as you hadn't gotten up at all that morning. Your hair probably a tangled mess, your nose probably red and chapped from how much you had to blow it and your face looking as pale as a ghost.

“I didn’t want to bother you..” You lied, as you spoke barely above a whisper. Your voice raspy as you knew you were probably gonna lose it soon.

“Baby, you wouldn’t be bothering me at all. I would rather be by your side taking care of you, than on patrol.” He says frowning at the idea of you being alone all morning like this.

You sigh as you rub your face sitting up, his hand coming down to softly push you back down.

“You’re not getting up baby. Whatever you need I’ll get for you. Now, have you eaten at all today?” He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head no as you leaned into his touch, his warmth radiating against your skin.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He says as he gets up and his figure disappears from the doorway.

You sigh as you curl back up into a ball, watching the movie again, guilt washing over you. You knew he would want to cuddle you, as his love language is definitely physical touch. Especially when it comes to taking care of you.

But you didn’t want his cuddles at the moment. Your skin was already burning underneath the thin blanket you chose, let alone having your own personal heater of a boyfriend coming to lay next to you.

You took a deep breath as you let that thought slip your mind for now, closing your eyes as your body needed sleep. That is until you struggled to breath again, groaning softly as you sat up, blowing your nose for the hundredth time that morning.

A few minutes later you heard Paul coming back into the room with a small tray. On it sat a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a glass of apple juice - your two favorite things to have when you were sick.

You smiled up at him as you sat up in bed, fluffing up the pillows behind your back to sit more comfortably.

Paul set the tray down carefully into your lap as you immediately dig into the soup, humming softly as the warmth from the soup soothed your throat.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you looked up at Paul.

“You’re welcome baby girl.” He says sitting down next to you as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head.

He looked over at the TV as he chuckled softly at the movie that was playing. “Should’ve known you were watching this.”

“It’s my favorite movie to watch when I’m sick.” You protested shooting daggers at him as he raised his hands up in defense.

“I know my love, I was just messing with you. Now finish up your soup and I’ll give you some well deserved cuddles, yeah?” He says leaning over kissing your cheek.

You nod as you put on a fake smile, sighing into the bite of soup you took. How are you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you don’t want him to cuddle you?

~ ~ ~

It’s been 10 minutes now since you finished your soup and your boyfriend immediately pulling you into him to cuddle.

Your head laid on his chest, as your arms wrapped around his torso like you usually would. Your legs tangled with one another.

You will admit that it was nice for the first few minutes, sighing contently as you closed your eyes. But now, it was starting to become unbearable. Your skin felt like it was on fire, as you began to squirm uncomfortably.

“Paul, can you please let me go? I can’t do this anymore, you’re making my skin burn up more than it already is.” You mumbled as you tried to get out of his grip.

He looked down at you, hurt. He let go of you as you moved away from him, panting softly to yourself as you enjoyed the cold air hitting your body.

You knew Paul was hurt, and you didn’t mean for it to come off so harshly, you just needed to get away from him.

Paul watched as you relaxed feeling terrible that he made you feel even more uncomfortable than you already were.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything..” He spoke barely above a whisper, as he leaned over, kissing the crown of your head softly, before getting up, exiting your room.

“Paul, don’t leave! I still want you with me.” You begged as you tried to reach out for him, but he continued to walk out your room, upset with himself that he made his girlfriend uncomfortable.

~ ~ ~

I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!🫶

- Paige

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babiebom · 2 months

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Heyyy! I was wondering if u could do the bachelors & bachelorettes reactin to / dating an s/o who has really intense nose bleeds when they're stressed. But plot twist bc this is literally the norm for the farmer bc they have crippling anxiety, especially social.

Thank u sm!!

A/N: I don’t know why I thought this was funny??? My anxiety just makes my stomach upset but a nosebleed in front of everyone like some sort of anxious demon is funny. Not the clean up tho. I’ve never had a nosebleed but I know they bleed SO MUCH. Also no problemo!!! Always glad to get requests!! I did different things (so not just stressed because I would’ve written the same thing for anyone I made crush aspects as sort of for stress too lmao) for each hopefully they’re good enough!

Tw: cursing, blood, anxiety, the nose bleeds are VERY dramatic because it’s fiction lmao. Physical fights(in Leah’s part), arguments(in almost all of them). Pierre hate Pam hate(kinda) Demetrius hate Morris hate. And Kel is gender neutral! let me know if there’s anything else to tag!

Wc: idk lmao hopefully at least 100 words for each

Stardew Masterlist

Sebastian:

Just frowns

Actually helps unexpectedly

….we can never talk about this happening again if you want……

It’s not often that you get to see the towns resident emo, even after visiting Robin multiple times for various building needs. So when you wander into the house, looking for Robin so you can upgrade your coop, seeing him makes your brain malfunction.

“Oh…hey farmer.” He greets, moving past you to head further into the house. You blink for a second before returning the greeting, watching as his dark hoodie disappears behind a wall.

You try to force your breathing to slow down. There is absolutely NO reason you should be this worked up over a literal one second conversation. While you sit with your thoughts, foot steps fill your ears and the sight of Sebastian returning from wherever he went makes all of your progress regress. “So…you here waiting for my mom?”

You nod quickly, clearing your throat, “yeah…um…just need to upgrade my chicken coop.”

“Oh well, she’s not in today. She usually goes to Pierre’s store to work out with the other moms.”

You frown to yourself, how did you miss that she wouldn’t be in today? Damn now all you can think about is how you just made a fool of yourself. Lost in your thoughts, you miss that Sebastian had cleared his throat a couple times until he waves a hand in front of your face.

“If you want, I can take your order and tell her when she gets home later. That way she can get started tomorrow.”

“Would you?” Your heart flips as you perk up. Was he usually this nice? You kinda heard from Robin herself that Sebastian never really interacted with people he wasn’t already friends with.

“Yeah sure.” He shrugs and moves to go around the counter, setting his slowly cooling food down. “Okay so she usually charges 10,000g and you have to have 400 logs of wood and 150 things of stone. Sound right?”

You nod and hand over the bag of money. The second your hands touch it’s like your body decided it couldn’t handle anything else from him. Luckily he just takes the money and pretends like your nose hasn’t become a geyser as you scramble to try to keep the blood from dripping all over their furniture.

Sam:

WOAH DUDE IS THAT LIKE….NORMAL?

it’s like from a movie or something

Is overall sorta scared but at the same time thinks it’s cool

“And this is how I do a kick flip!” Sam shows you skateboard trick after trick and honestly you can’t get enough of it. It wasn’t a secret that the both of you had crushes on each other, and even now it was very obvious by how you were watching him do his tricks that you had feelings for him. Yet still you two weren’t in a relationship, just sort of friends who like each other in a romantic sort of way.

“You’re so cool!” You clap as he lands another trick.

“And you’re cute!”

“What?”

You freeze in your spot and watch in confusion as he sort of freezes midway through his next trick and crashes to the ground. His words echo in your head, making your face heat up and your heart soar. He smacks his face on the ground, sending you into a panic because now all you can think about is how he thinks you’re cute, and now how he probably has a concussion from hitting his face directly onto the concrete.

When he lifts his face off the ground, you’re kneeling next to him, trying to check on him. His forehead is bleeding, his nose is bleeding, and so is his mouth. You shriek and try to go through your backpack to see if you have anything to help him. You didn’t.

You already know where this is leading, and you let out a groan of annoyance right before your nose starts leaking just like his. His eyes widen and he lets out a loud laugh. Maybe you two can move out of the weird friendship you have after all.

Shane:

Would just stare silently

Like no comments no nothing

Doesn’t even act like it’s happening

Having a part time job at Joja Mart during the winter is one of the absolute worst ideas that you’ve had in a while. But you didn’t make a lot during your first year of farming. Stacking the products onto the shelves, your only saving Grace is the fact that you’re allowed to have earphones in. Except for the fact that Pam is now standing next to you asking loudly about where something is. Shane is stacking the shelves behind you.

“I don’t know Pam…the alcohol is probably on the wall in the back.” You frown at her. She obviously knows that you don’t know this store that well, you were a FARMER that NEVER shopped here before. She rasps out another question and it takes everything in you to not snap at her. Trying to calm yourself of course there’s gonna be something else that makes you lose your mind. That something is Morris, coming over and being the absolute WORST and in turn making Pam LOUDER and more insistent.

He’s lecturing you, Pam is agreeing with him way too loudly, the music on your headphones is now overwhelming instead of calming, and the sound of random things in the market is making you want to bite a chunk out of the loaves of bread in front of you, plastic and all. With everything building up inside of you, you already know what’s going to happen. It always happens, but instead of excusing yourself you stand there, staring Morris down as the blood begins to flow from your nostrils.

Pam yells out curses and Morris begins to stutter, but behind them Shane just stares for a second before continuing to work. When you’re finally left alone with him in the aisle as your two stressors hastily take their leave, all he does is let out a dry chuckle.

“Sam has a hell of a mess to clean up…”

Alex:

Oh DUDE your nose is like….LEAKING

Doesn’t help

Just watched and comments

“AND THEN HE HAS THE NERVE TO TELL PEOPLE THAT MY HARVESTS ARE HIS BUT HE ONLY DOES IT IF ITS GOOD!” You rant to the brown haired boy, pacing back and forth in his room. Thankfully both Evelyn and George were out so you weren’t bothering anyone except for the man in front of you.

You huff and puff as he watches, slightly amused slightly concerned. Alex wasn’t the best person to go to when you’re upset unless it was something absolutely devastating. So being in front of him now, complains about your farming woes meant that he was only half ass taking it seriously. “You should go and speak your mind.” He says.

Turns out you should NOT take advice from Alex. Standing in Pierre’s shop, you’re staring him down angrily, anxiety creeping up your throat from you trying to will yourself to call him out on his bullshit. The older man just kind of stares at you in confusion because all you had done was shout his name angrily as you entered the shop then stand in front of him seething.

“You….you…..” you point a finger at him. This was the moment, the moment you stand up for yourself and tell Pierre how HORRIBLE he is!

But of course things don’t work how you want and your nose gushes out blood all over the counter before you can work yourself up to the point of accusations. With a gasp you run out of the shop, hoping that he would keep his mouth shut with Alex running behind you laughing. Again, NEVER let Alex talk you into anything.

Elliott:

Panics

How do I help PLS LET ME HELP

Everything probably gets messy

Fishing had never been your favorite pastime, but now trying to fix up the community center you had to. Unfortunately Willy was gone and couldn’t properly teach you even though he had gifted you an old rod of his, so the next best thing is getting your boyfriend to teach you since he does fish often. Now you stand on the docks, waiting for a fish to bite the hook.

“Keep calm, the fish can feel your fear and it makes them upset.” Elliott spoke. In all honesty you didn’t even know if that was true or not, but you take in a breath to calm down. You did not want to be here all day you had cows to pet.

The second your line begins to pull you try to pull the fish in. And you succeed until it comes time to unhook the eel you managed to catch. The eel is slimy and slippery and all around not a good thing to try to grip. A shriek leaves your lips and the eel struggles, Elliott tries to help you but is also struggling to catch hold of it. And now your nose is bleeding adding another layer to the already hellish experience.

You’re unhappy, the eel is unhappy, and Elliott is unhappy. After what seems like an hour, the stupid thing slips out of your grips and back into the ocean, washing your nose blood off of it and splashing you with saltwater. 0 out of 10 you will not be trying again.

Harvey:

Calm but concerned(after panicking for a second)

Has a doctory approach to it

But is secretly like WTF inside

Your heart thumps in your chest as you sit on the clinic bed. It’s been a while since you’ve been in Harvey’s clinic, having taken a break from the mines, and somehow this seems more shameful than having been beaten almost to death by living slime. Your hands bleed into the cloth you have pressed into it. One of the pigs knocked you over into the broken fence you were in the middle of fixing. Now you sit waiting for the good looking Doctor.

When he walks in he’s all smiles, tapping his clipboard with his pen. “While I’m sad to see that you’re injured, I’m glad to see it isn’t from those mines again.” The eye contact he makes with you makes your heart twist for a second.

He starts speaking of all the shots you need and the antibiotics you need to take, rust poisoning is quite serious you know. “Now,” he says, moving towards you, “let me see your hand.”

Your heart thumps erratically at the close proximity of him and you. You only really ever got to see him this close when you were half dead and barely conscious. His face is much too close for you to be able to do anything but focus on how pretty his eyes are, and how fluffy his mustache is, and how…

“OH MY DEAR YOBA” He yelps and jumps away from you. It takes only a second after him to realize what’s going on, and now your furiously wiping away at your nose with your hands instead of with the cloth, and he’s trying to get something on your nose to catch the blood. It’s a disaster, really. But at least you’re already in a clinic!

Penny:

Probably panics

Doesn’t know how to deal with it

Would try to help though

The warmth of the pool in the spa did nothing to ease your nerves as you waded in the shallow end of the pool. Penny had invited you to come sometime after 7 pm, and when you had arrived she was already waiting for you, kicking her feet in the pool. The thought of her asking you here made your stomach turn, did you do something wrong…? Was she inviting you here to tell you she hated you or something…? You had grown close to her over your time here and would hate it if she thought you were too much or something.

“Do you know why I invited you here?” She asks, moving closer but keeping her eyes on the water.

You shake your head, “I’m not exactly sure, no.”

She frowns and sighs at you, meeting your eyes for a fleeting second then looking elsewhere. “Really? I thought you would’ve noticed by now…” her words trail off and her eyebrows furrow.

The next few seconds are ones that you simultaneously want to remember for forever and forget. She confesses her feelings for you. Feelings that you obviously reciprocate, and the emotions in you mix and grow, rising up your throat as if you were a volcano of conflicting feelings. As soon as you open your mouth to tell her that yes, you like her too, her face morphs into one that’s horrified instead of hopeful, disgusted instead of smitten and you realize a second after she does that your nose is spouting red, dyeing the water you both were swimming in.

Penny shrieks for a solid second before trying to scramble out of the water as fast as she can. You do the same, swirling the red around the pool as both of you splash trying to exit the now crime scene looking pool. When you get out of the water, she’s holding a towel right in your face, smooshing it so hard you can barely breathe and now your nose is throbbing with slight pain. “What do we do?!” She asks moving about quickly. She’s so confused that she just keeps walking and turning as if she’s remembering and forgetting things at the same time.

You just tilt your head downward and cringe inwardly, this was not the way to get a girl to like you. “It’s fine…I’m fine,” you say voice nasally and muffled. “And I like you too by the way.”

Haley:

confused staring

wtf is happening

Actually speechless

It isn’t every day that you get to talk to a beautiful blonde. It isn’t even every day that you talk to anyone. So when she approaches you on one of your trips off of your farm you couldn’t help but feel like either everything is out to get you or that you’re up on your luck. You don’t really know for sure, it honestly depends on how things go.

“Hey farmer!” She smiles as soon as she stops in front of you, the feeling of your stomach twisting makes you want to vomit in all of your nervousness. “I have a favor to ask you…”

“Yeah?” You ask trying to keep your cool. “What is it?”

“I would totally love love LOVE you forever if you could bring me an amethyst? It’s for Emily’s birthday and I don’t really like Clint so I don’t wanna buy anything from him. I’m willing to pay 150g!”

You cough into your fist, nodding along and taken aback by how casually she’s speaking to you. Before you can accept doing her the favor, the horrified look on your face makes your words falter.

She looks absolutely horrified, and touching your hand to your face you can feel why. Your nose started dripping blood, and by dripping you mean you can now feel it running down to your chin. A flurry of curses leave your mouth as confused noises leave hers. It's not much of a surprise that this has happened, but man did you wish it wasn't in front of her.

Emily:

Surprisingly chill about it

Probably has a weird story about a nosebleed or something

Actually helps

You sit at the bar alone, upset at a horrible farming day. You tried your best, you really did, but those stupid ass crows actually ate ALL of your seedlings. Or…almost all of them but that’s basically the same thing! There is no way you’re gonna make enough to make it through winter comfortably. You told Emily exactly this, appreciative of her listening ear in the middle of her busy shift.

“You know they probably didn’t mean it…or maybe they did,” she sucks in a breath eyebrows furrowing as she thinks, “you know crows are very smart they probably know that you’re using that land to farm and stay there because of all the free food.”

“But it’s not free!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up in annoyance, “I have to buy those seeds! They’re just putting me into debt!”

She hums and nods, wiping the bar next to you where a person had just left. You had only a couple months left until the snow started falling and making it virtually impossible to grow anything. The little plants you had left you had to fight the crows for. And by fight I mean you angrily swung a broom at the with the intent of scaring them (not hitting them that’s mean). Still the growing anger inside you was not easily crushed by her warm and quite frankly outlandish words. No, in fact your anger grew the more you thought about it.

You felt it coming before anything had even exited your nose, hurriedly snatching the rag from Emily’s hands. Damn now you would have to buy the bar a new one. She just blinks then nods as if your nose becoming a bloody waterfall was normal.

“You know…nose bleeds cause by stress is usually because your heart rate and blood pressure increase and it causes your blood vessels to dilate!”

You stare at her before laughing. Maybe she was helpful after all.

Abigail:

WOAH

WTF

WHAT DO WE DO?

You stand in front of Pierre in front of the shop, arms crossed as you watch his face grow redder the longer time goes on. “-IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH MY DAUGHTER?” You’re not really listening to his tirade, over the whole ‘protective dad’ thing.

“Dad I’m an adult! You have no say in who I date!” Abigail yells back, face equally red. Who would’ve known that he would have a problem with the farmer he rips off constantly dating his daughter?

He yells out more reasons that the two of you shouldn’t be dating, and in turn points a finger into your chest roughly. You sputter out an offended sound, moving away from him. “Don’t touch me!”

“You shouldn’t be touching my daughter!”

“What? Dude we just started dating, you’re weird as hell!”

The arguing only gets worse from there, accusations flying around and now an audience comes with the drama. It’s almost too much for you to handle with now Caroline, Harvey, Haley, and the Milner family standing and watching the chaos. “Abby let’s just go to my place…” you try suddenly feeling the need to escape and no longer feeling the ‘fuck you dude’ attitude.

“No! He needs to understand that he can’t control my life!”

It’s like a volcano in your body and just like a volcano your nose begins to erupt. Now you’re screaming, Abigail is screaming, Pierre is screaming, the Mullners are screaming. Could this get any worse?

Turns out yeah, it can get any worse, like a family fight worse and now all of you are sitting in Harvey’s clinic. At least you aren’t the only bloody one now.

Maru:

Is surprised

Also forgets what to do

Would probably make things worse

Maru talks about robots and space the way you would talk about her: totally and completely enamored. You sit on her bed listening to her talk about her newest invention, some sort of robot that can cook and clean and basically be a free maid. You laugh and move your arm to get in a more comfortable position to watch her. Unfortunately your arm had other plans and smacked hard into her bed post. Groaning out in pain, your eyes close and begin to water from how much your elbow hurt.

Demetrius is in your face before you even realize that he was in the room. You yelp out in surprise as he starts ranting about you ruining his daughter’s future. You blink in surprise and try to retreat back into the mattress. What was happening. You can hear Maru screaming over his words but your ears feel like they’re filled with water.

“We’re just friends!” You find yourself shouting. Like damn is the man insane? It wasn’t the first time he’s gotten upset at you over Maru, but it was the first time that he was absolutely losing his mind.

“Dad stop!”

Time froze for a second as you and Demetrius stared at each other, Maru standing near him. Breathing in you can taste blood in your mouth before your nose starts bleeding, yet you can’t bring yourself to do anything but sit and catch your breath.

“Oh my god!” Both Demetrius and Maru exclaim moving around the room trying to find something to help. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed at him acting concerned now.

Thankfully Maru looked cute trying to help you which at least made things a little better.

Leah:

Is also freaking out on the inside but calm on the outside

Helps you with tissues

Is understanding

Going on a date with Leah is a dream come true. There’s paint, wine, food, and you’re sitting in the prettiest meadow you’ve ever seen, well it’s pretty because Leah is there and she’s pretty and you’ve been here multiple times because it’s near her cottage but it still looks different today.

You sit, paintbrush in hand, laughing at something she’s saying. It’s fun and if she hadn’t have asked you would’ve spent the day farming like usual, this little break was needed. The day couldn’t be ruined, absolutely nothing can ruin it.

Okay, one thing can ruin it and that one thing is Kel coming and ruining everything. The argument that ensues is one of the worst that you’ve seen. Kel tries to walk up on you(translation: Kel wants to fight you), Leah stops them but in turn gets into a fight with them which causes you to actually get up and try to defend her.

You kinda block out until you can hear Kel call out “I made your nose bleed bitch!” Which again causes you to want to drown in your anger.

“My noses is bleeding because I’m stressed, stupid!” You back. It’s obvious Kel hadn’t been able to hit your nose so claiming to be able to hit you so hard your nose bleeds isn’t even possible. It’s almost childish how the two of you argue.

Leah finally gets Kel to leave and hands you a bunch of tissues as she sits you down on the now rumpled blanket. As the two of you catch your breath and calm down, you find yourself smiling at her behind the wad of tissues catching blood flowing from your nose.

At least the situation would be funny in the future.

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animekpopsimp · 1 year

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How Stardew Valley Characters React To You Kissing Them Out Of Nowhere

Abigail

It takes her a moment to process it when it happens

Abigail's eyes go wide and her whole face goes red as she stares at you for a moment

When she finally processes it, she looks down at the ground, a lovestruck smile on her face

Abigail looks back at you, planting a kiss on your cheek but she doesn't say anything.

Sebastian

When you kiss him out of nowhere, he almost drops his cigarette

Sebastian stares forward, not saying anything

Finally, after a moment, he looks over at her, his face turning a shade of red

A smile appears on Sebastian's face as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close

Shane

Congratulations, you've broken him

Shane starts to sputter when you kiss him, eyes going wide in surprise

He looks at you for a second before he has to look away, not wanting you to see the blush on his face

Harvey

He's only caught off guard for a second, but it doesn't last long

Harvey smiles as he looks at you, a lovestruck look on his face

He leans over and places a kiss on your cheek, still smiling

Emily

Her first reaction is to laugh

Emily blushes as she leans in, kissing you back

After she pulls away she wraps her arms around you in a hug

All the while she teases you

Maru

She wasn't even caught off guard

She just smiles at you, the tiniest hint of a blush on her face

Maru laughs to herself as she pulls you into a hug

Leah

She was not expecting it at all

Leah's entire face goes red as she stares forward, too embarrassed to look you in the eyes

When she finally does, she can barely maintain eye contact

After a moment, she places a kiss on your cheek before looking away again

Sam

Sam tries to play it cool

But there's still a blush on his face as he rubs the back of his neck nervously

He makes a comment about how you missed, pointing to his lips with a smirk on his face

Alex

He also tries to play it cool

But it's easy to tell that he's embarrassed and caught off guard

He laughs after a moment before kissing you back

Elliot

He looks calm, and he is

He looks over at you, a loving smile on his face

Elliot places a hand on your head, ruffling your hair in an affectionate manner

He then places a kiss on your forehead, telling you how cute you are

Penny

Her whole face is red

She can't look you in the eye as she processes what just happened

After a moment, Penny smiles, placing a kiss on your cheek

Haley

A smile immediately appears on her face

Haley looks over at you, a slight blush on her cheeks

She teases you a bit, placing a kiss on your cheek to see you blush as well

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thebiggerbear · 3 months

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Sam x Leah Masterlist

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#sam x leah #leah x sam #sam uley x leah clearwater #leah clearwater x sam uley #sam x leah fanfiction #sam x leah masterlist #sam uley #leah clearwater #twilight fanfiction #twilight fandom

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katiemcabeswife · 4 months

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Daddy Issues

Biv Meadema x Teen!Reader || The Christmas break was ruined by your Dad's anger issues but Beth and Viv are there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

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You were more than happy to be back in dreary London after the Christmas break, which was abnormal because you loved your home country and having Christmas with your family.

This Christmas had been a good one, after a couple years of cold and rainy summers, Australia had finally had a cracker of a summer and for the first time in years, the lead-up to Christmas actually felt like Christmas again.

You always loved getting to be home with your family and being able to go to the beach every day and this year was no different. Christmas day was wonderful, it started with a swim at the beach and was followed by a beautiful lunch filled with laughter and joy from friends and family.

Your relationship had always been a bit rocky. Sometimes you got on like a house fire, poking fun at your sister together and doing work around the house but other times you got on like cats and dogs. Your mum had always said that you two were too alike and that’s why you fought as much as you did. But it was also known within the four walls of your house that your Dad could be bipolar at times and had an explosive temper and should definitely be in some sort of program for his anger issues that seemed to come out of nowhere.

It was a few days after Christmas and only a few days were left before left to go back to London. You and your Dad were joking like usual and everything seemed fine, until it wasn’t.

You had some family friends over and you guys had just started a game of poker when your Dad asked you to go clean up the kitchen.

“Dad, we literally just started. I’ll do it after, don’t worry,” You weren’t facing him so you couldn’t see his unamused face and took his silence as a silent agreement.

Not even five minutes later he asked you again, “Alright. Now go do the dishes, Y/N,” He said sternly. You had an ongoing joke between the two of you where he would pretend to be stern about something and you would jokingly say ‘No’ right before getting up to go and do whatever he had asked of you. As you were still facing away from him and knew he could see you were still engaged in the game of poker, you assumed he was only joking.

“No,” You giggled slightly and so did the others around the table, “I’m almost out anyways, I’m running out of candy canes,” You joke as candy canes had been the substitution for money.

He only became more consistent with his asking and it was starting to piss you off. You weren’t very good at gambling and were trying to focus and his nagging was throwing you off.

Once you finally got out, first by the way, you were getting up to go and clean the kitchen when your Dad once again asked you to go and do exactly that, “What does it look like I’m doing?” You were fed up with his nagging and your voice portrayed that and the others around the table picked up on it.

“Someone’s mad they lose,” Your sister called out to you.

“Don’t be mad just because you lost!” Your cousin teased.

“Off you go to clean the kitchen,” One of your Dad's mates called out.

“Don’t be mad that you lost!” Your Dad called out which was the final straw for you.

“I’m not mad about losing, I’m pissed off because you’re sitting right behind me asking to clean the kitchen every 5 seconds when you can clearly see that I was in the middle of a game!” You can understand why your Mum says you and your Dad were so alike, but to be fair, he was extremely annoying with his constant nagging behind you.

After making your way inside and to the kitchen you began cleaning but were soon interrupted by your father storming into the kitchen pervaded with anger, "How fucking dare you?" You turned around and saw him making his way over to you.

You thought he was joking in the way you two had been for the past week you spent together, "What?" Your tone held an essence of humour to cover the genuine confusion.

"Get the fuck out!" Your father screamed at you.

"What!" You screamed in confusion as your entire body filled with dread and fear.

"After everything we've done for you! Get the fuck out!" You were trembling with fear when he stepped closer to you, held your arm with one hand and raised his other. You coward away from the large man you recognised as your father.

You ducked under his arm, picked up your keys and ran out of the house and towards your car. You got in and sat in silence for a moment before a wave of sadness washed over your body like a cold shower and you began to sob. You held your hands over your face and cried, you cried like you did when you were 7 years old and didn't finish your dinner because you were sick and your Dad yelled at you just like he had just now, like you did when you were 14 and stood up for your sister who was too scared to and your Dad's face was just as angry as it was a few minutes ago, just like you did when you were 16 and talked back to your Dad, fed up with his borderline misogynistic comments and you were almost as scared of him as you were right now.

You cried because you were scared your father was going to hit you. Your Dad always had a temper and exploded from time to time but never had he ever grabbed you and never had you genuinely believed he was going to hit you. Your hands were shaking and your chest hurt as you couldn't take in a full breath of air and your head was beginning to hurt from crying so hard. You were 19 years old and still crying over your Dad.

After 15 minutes of crying your heart out you started your car and went on a drive. You drove to the beach and took out the towel that was still in your car from your trip earlier that day and you walked towards the water. The waves had calmed and were no longer crashing into the shore with great force but softly rolled through the water and flattened against the sand with grace. You set down your towel and stripped from your clothes, thanking yourself for staying in your bikini all day and walked into the water.

You dove under the water and relished in the calmness and quietness you felt swimming. Once you'd swam out until you couldn't touch you moved to float on your back, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You floated there numbly for at least 20 minutes before you got out and wrapped yourself in your towel. You sat in the sad, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as you watched the sun dip below the horizon. Once the light had been stripped from the sky you walked back to your car before the light of an ice cream shop caught your eyes.

You treated yourself to a double-scooped waffle cone and sat down outside the shop, looking over the beach you could barely make out. You knew how your Father would act if you went back home, he would ignore you, pretend you didn't exist and not talk to you until he felt better and after that time was up you would have to pretend nothing happened. You always did so because he was your father, your best friend at times and how could you not forgive him for screaming in your face?

You were grown now though and you weren't going to pretend this never happened and you decided that you weren't going to talk to him until he apologised. You knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon so, you got out your phone and booked a flight back to London.

Once you had finished your ice cream it was well into the night and you had a flight to catch in 6 hours so you went back to pack your things.

You thought that everyone would have left by now and your family would be asleep but by the number of familiar cars littered through the street and the lights still on in your house, you knew that was not the case. You took a deep breath before walking into the house, keeping your head held high but not making eye contact with anyone. You walked straight past the living room ignoring the calls of your name and headed straight to your childhood room.

You were putting the few things that were spread around back into your suitcase when your Mum walked in, "Y/N, what happened honey?"

You tried to contain your tears as you turned to look at your Mum but as soon as you started speaking, the floodgates opened and you sobbed again, "I thought he was going to hit me," You said through the tears and your mother took you into her arms, securing your head with one hand, the other rubbing up and down your back to comfort you.

"I'm sorry, y/n/n, I'm sorry, but you know that you shouldn't push your father like that," You ripped yourself out of her hold and stared at her in betrayal, "You two are too similar, it's only a matter of time before joking become reality and laughing becomes crying. You know he has a temper, you need to be careful. I also think you should be the bigger person and apologise." She said. Whilst you didn't blame your mother for your father's actions a part of you despised how she always sat and watched you and your sister cry while he yelled at you two minutes after laughing with you.

You turned around silently zipped up your suitcase and walked to leave, "Where are you going, baby?"

You faced her with fresh tears born from anger, " I am leaving, I'm going back to London because I shouldn't have to 'be careful' around my own Dad. You know how fucked that is!? I shouldn't have to be the bigger person! He's a grown man, he needs to learn to regulate his fucking feelings and act like it!" You had never shouted at your Mum and you barely ever swore around her but you were tired of her picking your Dad's side over yours.

She tried to reach out to you but you brushed past her slightly and walked out the door. You should have been the bigger person and left silently but you heard your Dad laugh in the living so you left your suitcase at the door and walked to where your Dad sat. You walked straight up to him with a straight face, flung your middle finger into his direction and said, "Fuck you, you fucking pussy." You walked straight out the door and didn't hear a word from anyone in the house.

You spent the entire 24-hour trip back to London reflecting on the past day and what it meant for the future of the relationship with your parents. You knew your Mum just wanted to be the mediator and that your Dad was too stubborn to apologise. You also knew that you were going to stick to your word and not speak to your parents until they apologised. You also grieved the relationship with your father as you knew that it would never be the same ever again. It was one thing that he grabbed you and then he had to restrain himself from actually hitting you.

You grieved for the little girl who just wanted to please her father, who wished she was a boy because your Dad often talked about how much he wanted one. He was the reason you started football. Girls didn't really play it, it was seen as something only boys should be doing, so you cut your hair and signed up for the local club. He came to every game and cheered you on and after a good game he'd say to you, "Who needs a son when I've got you," It seemed like a nice statement but looking back on it, it really messed with you.

It was only when you moved out and overseas to play for Arsenal at 17 that you realised that your Dad really wasn't the best guy and an even worse Father. Albeit that you never said or did anything about it because you thought of all those kids whose Dad hit them or left them when they were young and reminded yourself that you were lucky.

But now, after 2 years of living by yourself and a therapy session here and there you realised that just because other kids had it worse didn't mean that what you went through was ok or that you didn't deserve to be treated the way you were.

When you landed and got your luggage it was 8 in the morning and you felt your phone buzzing in your hand. Beth was calling you and you weren't sure if you should answer but you knew she would worry if you didn't so you headed to the nearest bathroom and answered her Facetime, "Hey, Beffy," Your voice was a little hoarse from crying and you hoped Beth wouldn't pick up on how red your eyes were.

Beth smiled at you, "Hey chicky," She must have noticed that you were hiding in a bathroom, "What you doing?" She questioned.

"Umm," You hesitated, "I'm in the bathroom... In the airport," You said sheepishly.

Beth's smile dropped and her face took up a concerned look, "Why are you at the airport? Which one?"

You picked at your nails, anxious to tell her where you were and scared she would ask why, "London," You almost whispered.

"Oh," She looked really concerned now, "Do you want me to come pick you up?"

You shook your head quickly not wanting to be a nuisance, "It's alright thank you, I've ordered an Uber," You smiled slightly at the thoughtfulness of your friend.

"Well, why don't you come over for breakfast. I want to hear all about your holiday and I can even get Vivi to make the special waffles you like?" She was so hopeful you couldn't deny her offer and you really wanted Viv's special waffles.

"Yeah ok, I'll be there around 9? Is that alright?" Anxiety pulled at your chest at the thought of telling her and Viv about what happened with your Dad.

"Perfect, I'll see you soon, chicky!" You smiled and hung up the phone. You walked out of the cubicle and splashed water on your face to try and even out your breathing.

"Fucking idiot."

Thanking the Uber you rushed up the stairs towards Viv and Beht's place eager to fill your hungry stomach although once you'd got to the door you hesitated to knock. You checked your eyes in your phone camera and concluded that you could blame the slight redness and puffiness from sleeping and hayfever (it seemed you had hayfever all the time and the girls always made fun of your sneezes and even kept count, each time urging you to beat your 'high score').

You took a deep breath to release the hold anxiety seemed to have on your heart before knocking on the door. You instantly heard Myle and Rona barking and the sound and smiled, now excited to play with the puppies.

"Y/N/N! Oh, my little chicky," You were immediately wrapped in a hug from the girl and whilst reciprocating it you felt the urge to cry taking over you once again but you had cried enough for a long time and told yourself to suck it up.

"Hi, Beffy," Your voice was muffled from you pressing it into the crook of Beth's neck.

Beth waited for you to release the hug (she seemed to have a sense of when people needed a hug) and when you did she took your face between her hands, "How have you been, y/n/n?" She asked worriedly.

You smiled sadly at her, "I'm alright, thanks, how are you?"

Beth didn't seem convinced but knew you were aware you could talk to her at any time and if you weren't ready, she would wait, "I am even better now that you are here!" She exclaimed before taking your suitcase in one hand and your hand in her other and dragged you into the house, "Oh, Vivi! I've just gotten a very special delivery!" She turned back and winked at you but continued to lead you to the kitchen.

"Y/N/N!" Viv said with mock enthusiasm, trying to match Beth's with great difficulty with it being early in the morning.

You met her in the middle and gave her a hug, knowing she was joking and that she wasn't a morning person, "Hi, Vivi," You greeted.

Once you broke out of the hug you sheepishly looked to the waffle machine and back to Viv who caught on to your looks, "They'll be 'bout 2 minutes. I know two fluffy little girls who would love to see you," She egged on and you quickly went to find the puppies.

Once you spotted them you dropped to your knees and soon you had two dogs jumping on you and licking your face, "Hello Miss Rona and hello Miss Myle! How are we today my girls!" You spoke in a baby voice and continued to talk to the dogs as if they were such, oblivious to the conversation happening in the kitchen.

"Is she alright? She looks like she's been crying. And wasn't she supposed to come back in another 4 days?" Viv questioned.

Beth sighed and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, "I don't know what's up but she definitely has been crying and I bet that would explain why she's back so early. When I called she looked like she'd only just stopped crying, I don't know what happened," She looked desperately at Viv. Beth and Viv were unofficially your step-in parents whilst you were in London or wherever you travelled with Arsenal. Beth was a second Mum to you and she took her role very seriously, always checking if you'd had a good sleep and what you had for dinner and if neither of you had plans she would always invite you over for dinner and a movie.

Viv was your unofficial 'Dad' as you'd claimed and would come over to your apartment to fix anything that needed to be done and give you piggyback rides when you were 'too tired' to walk, "Do you want to ask after breakfast? I don't want her to feel overwhelmed, maybe I'll take Myle and Rona for a walk and you could talk to her then?"

Beth nodded, "Yeah alright, I'll do that," She agreed with a sad face.

Viv noticed the look and hugged her again, "She'll be alright, she's with us now, yeah?"

"I just worry about her when she goes home. I miss her as well," She took a deep breath and put on a brave face when you walked in with Rona and Myle on her heels.

"Umm, I think the waffles are done?" You pointed to the waffle iron that was lightly smoking.

Viv rushed over and took out the waffles that were only slightly burned around the edges, "Crispy edges give them more flavour," she told you when she put them in front of you.

You looked up at her in amusement, "Of course, Vivi," You joked while adding your choice of toppings.

You, Beth and Viv conversed lightly over breakfast about your trip home and what you got up to whilst in Australia. You told them what you did with a smile on your face but they both noticed how it didn't stretch as far as usual and how you talked as if your parents hadn't been there at all albeit you staying in their house.

"Right, y/n/n you can go get yourself sorted in the spare room. You are staying tonight," Beth ordered jokingly to which you smiled and nodded in agreement, not really wanting to be alone for another night, "Vivi's gonna walk the puppies and I'll clean up." She clapped her hands and everyone spread off to their 'assignments'.

As Viv was a very clean cook Beth's cleaning was more or less tidying and she quickly joined you in the spare bedroom, "Hey chicken," She spoke softly when she walked in and noticed you staring at the wall looking crestfallen.

You smiled as brightly as you could, "Hi Beffy, sorry I got distracted. I'm a little bit jet-lagged," You waved off, "Do you need help cleaning the kitchen?"

Beth joined you on the bed, "It's all sorted don't worry sweetheart. How you feeling?" She questioned looking you deep in the eyes.

Her stare was so loving and concerned that it made that stupid feeling of crying come back, "I'm fine? You?" Your voice was slightly off as you had a lump in your throat but tried to play it off.

Beth sighed as she didn't want to press you but had to know what was going on with you, "Chick..." She spoke softly and you had to turn your head so she wouldn't see your eyes filling with tears.

She placed a hand on your shoulder and rubbed it gently and you couldn't hold it anymore, your hands came to cover your face and you brought your knees up to your chest and sobbed loudly.

"Oh, honey, no," Beth hated seeing anyone cry but you had a special place in her heart which hurt her even more. She moved your head to be on her shoulder and your legs to lay across her own. She rocked slightly and continued to rub your back. You were hysterical at this point, the comfort Beth was bringing you reminded you of your mother which reminded you of her taking your father's side which brought on another loud sob from deep in your chest.

Beth had to lift your head from her neck to make sure you could get enough oxygen and wouldn't pass out, "Honey, I know it's hard but I need you to take a deep breath for me please," She grabbed your water bottle from the nightstand and gave it to you and you clung to it like a lifeline.

You truly were trying to calm yourself but you couldn't stop crying and you couldn't get enough air to your lungs which was starting to hurt and you began to cough and gag. "Lovely, what's going on?" Beth was extremely concerned you were going to pass out.

After another minute of coughing and gagging you managed to get enough air into your lungs and nestled your head back into Beth's neck and she took your body back into her arms, "I thought he was going to hit me," You cried out as if the words caused you physical pain.

Beth was shell-shocked from the words that came out of your mouth but quickly recovered to comfort you. "Your dad?" She questioned as you had confided in her before about his temper.

You nodded and whimpered slightly as you had calmed down and were no longer audibly sobbing, "And mum," The thought of your mother made you sob again and it took you another minute to rein it back in all whilst Beth sat there patiently waiting for you to talk.

You managed a deep breath and Beth wiped your face free of tears although they were quickly replaced with new ones, "My dad got really angry and then he grabbed my arm and he had his fist up," You cried, "I thought he was going to hit me!" You sobbed.

Beth shook her head and cooed, "Did he?"

You shook your head and Beth relaxed slightly, "And then mum said- she said that I should know better than to push his buttons and that I needed to be careful and that I should apologise!" You weren't the only one who was angry now but Beth had to contain hers to continue to comfort you.

Beth shook her head, "That's not ok, y/n/n, it's not and I am so sorry you had to go through that and I'm glad that you told me, thank you for trusting me,"

You nodded sadly, "I love you Beffy," And you collapsed into her hold and cried silently as she rocked you.

"I love you too, chick, did you leave straight after that?" She questioned wanting to get a better idea of how quickly you left.

She felt you shake your head 'no', "I drove off to the beach and then got myself an ice cream and booked the flight. And once I got home, that's when mum said all that stuff but I'd already packed my bag so I went to leave but my dad was in the living room and he was laughing. I don't know what he was laughing at but it made me so angry so I went and called him a 'fucking pussy'," You both giggled slightly at it, you weren't known to swear and it always sounded weird coming from your mouth.

"I'm proud of you, sweets," Beth kissed the top of your head.

You nodded into her chest, "Thank you, for being here for me" You spoke quietly. Beth continued to rock you and had to look to the ceiling to stop herself from crying. She looked down when she heard quiet snoring coming from you and laid you down against the pillow and laughed quietly at you hugging your water bottle.

She had walked into the kitchen before she started crying. She didn't know how long she'd been standing there crying until two sets of paws jumped at her thighs and when she looked up she saw Viv's concerned face.

Viv dropped the leads on the kitchen counter and gently took hold of Beth's arms, "What's happened? Where's y/n?" She questioned quickly.

Beth sobbed quietly, "She- and her dad- oh and then her mum-," She couldn't get a full sentence out so after holding her in her arms to calm her down, Viv gave her a glass of water.

They had moved to the couch which was where Beth explained the whole story to Viv who was extremely concerned, "And she was crying so hard she was coughing and gagging. Vivi, I was so scared she'd pass out and oh her little face! I don't know how I kept it together!" She outraged quietly, acknowledging the fact that you were asleep down the hall.

Viv once again held Beth, just like she had you, "I can't believe it. I've met him and he seemed lovely. I mean I know they didn't always get along but I never thought it was that bad," She spoke in disbelief.

Beth nodded and was significantly more calm than she had been previously, "She's sleeping now. God, she must be exhausted. I feel so bad for her, my poor little chicken," Beth pouted at the thought of your sad face.

"I know, love, but she's here now, right? She is safe and she's sleeping, it'll be ok," Viv consoled.

"Yeah," Beth nodded dejectedly.

Once you woke up you checked your phone and realised you'd slept for 5 hours but it felt like you could sleep for an eternity. You didn't feel up to talking to the girls yet so you opened your phone and scrolled through Instagram for a while. Most of the Arsenal girls had posted photo dumps of the year and you smiled every time you saw yourself in one and when you saw the girl's comments. Beth and Viv's photo dumps warmed your heart. You appeared in almost all of the photos and laughed when you saw Katie's comment.

katie_mccabe11 might aswell adopt y/n/n now, hey?

You felt so loved and warmed that you decided to post your own.

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Once you had plucked up the energy to head outside you were met with Viv and Beth tucked under a blanket with Netflix loaded on the screen in front of them and a variety of your favourite snacks on the table.

"Hey, y/n/n," Viv noticed you first and Beth quirked up at the sound of your name.

You were standing sheepishly in the hall with one of your pant legs pushed up to your knee, your hair a mess and your water bottle between your arms. Beth cooed at the sight of you, "Come over here chick," She moved over so you would sit between her and Viv.

"Any movie suggestions?" Viv asked teasingly, knowing which movie you would want to watch.

You smiled at her and leaned against Beth, "Grown Ups?" You offered and Viv snickered at the choice, it being your go-to movie.

"Of course," She put it on and whilst you could recite the entire movie off by heart you were still upset that you missed most of it but blamed Beth running her hands through your hair and Viv rubbing your lower legs for putting you to sleep, somewhere where you felt safe, warm and loved.

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