#BETH X HARRY

[forensic-b1tch-aiden]

what you mean they’re dead?

no, I’m sure Dorcas and Marlene are living on a nice blackberry farm and have an adopted son and a snake exhibit.

[jinxfestival]

they are literally me, that's a fact (and yes, another page in my technology diary because I'm just a girl with hobbies)

[ehhhspoofy]

1x1 Roleplay Request!

Hi there! So I had a tumblr account for almost ten years, but for some odd reason tumblr decided to just refuse to let me log into it so I had to start fresh :( Now with places like Amino and Quotev becoming obsolete for rp partners, I was kind of lost on where to look next. So, I'm not sure if this is going to work, but here I am!

This account is still pretty new so I'll have more posts about my rules and characters as time goes on, but for now, I just wanted to make a big masterlist request that includes my rules and fandoms!

Rules

I am a literate-advanced literate roleplayer! I can work with semi-lit or novella sometimes, but my replies are usually between 150-350 words per character, but can that change depending on context and setting. Proper punctuation and spelling are VERY important!

I don't have many strong triggers, and I can handle implied or referenced subjects such as s/a, ab*se, substance use, and g*re for the sake of character/plot background and development! However, I will refuse to glorify or write any of those topics among other disturbing ones in a romanticised light.

PLEASE be 18+! I am 20 years old and am not comfortable roleplaying with minors, even if it's SFW!

I primarily only do romance themed roleplays, but the subgenre can range from slice of life or historical! I do not enjoy horror or apocalyptic roleplay plots.

Please do not spam me to reply! I will try to be active at least a few times a day, but this can vary depending on my work and school schedule.

Fandoms

(Red fandoms mean that I only do oc x cc/double ups! I will add the characters I play!)

(Green fandoms mean I only rp cc x cc pairings! I will also list said ships)

(Blue fandoms mean both! I will still list canon ships and characters I play!)

Stardew Valley (Shane, Sam, Haley)

Harry Potter (Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Oliver Wood, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger/Luneville, Drarry, Fremione)

It (Muschietti Films) (Hanbrough, Reddie)

Hetalia (England, Prussia, Germany, Canada, Japan, Romano/CuCan, FrUk, GerIta, AmeriPan, PruHun, PruCan)

Yuri!!! on ICE (Victuuri)

The Queen's Gambit (Harry Beltik, Beth Harmon, Benny Watts, Townes/Bethenny)

Scott Pilgrim (Scollace)

Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator (Craig Cahn, Brian Harding, Mat Sella, Hugo Vega/VegaMarch)

I can also sometimes do original oc x oc plots!

I know it's not a huge selection, but hopefully this reaches the right people! If you're interested in starting a roleplay, don't hesitate to message me! Thanks y'all! :)

[jackass4evr]

Hey guys! I'm not new here, but I am new at writing! I'm into kinda niche people, but send over any requests! I have no limits really to smutty stuff, except the obvious, consent is key!

[thisisntmytardis]

Are you okay over there guys?

[selenepluto]

"I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen."

- Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

[kerrslvr]

the fact that the UK government has rallied together to get rid of what looks like a bisexual flag on the back collar of a euro 24 england shirt and not to call for ceasefire in gaza, stop innocent children being killed, help the children in their own country not starve (need i go on), really says a lot about this damned fucking country.

[swiftiesforpeeta]

just got diagnosed with cries real tears over fictional characters several times a day disease. it’s incurable.

[sijssjsbssjsnsnnskbskwns]

Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Reader Idea’s For You!

~Zach Orfman And Beth Slocum~

~Y/n L/n~

ZACH ORFMAN X BETH SLOCUM X READER

Plots For These Idea’s: Could Follow The Life After Beth Movie…Or You Could Make Up Your Own Summary/Headcanaon/Imagine/Story For This Ideas…If You Wanna Use These Ideas on Wattpad As Well You Can! Or Just Here On Tumblr, Your Choice!

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Scarlet Witch!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Raven!Reader (Rachel Roth Raven Not The Cartoon Raven)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Vampire!Reader (Inspired by Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Zombie!Reader (Instead Of Beth Turning Into A Zombie It Was You)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Amethyst Witch!Reader (Scarlet Wtch Powers But Purple Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Sapphire Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Blue Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Emarald Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Emerald Green Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Golden Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Golden Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Darkness Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Black Not Red

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Rose Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Dark Pink Not Red)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Amber Witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch Powers But Orange)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Egyptian Goddess!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Agatha Harkness!Reader (Agatha Harkness From Wanda Vision)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Veronica Mayday!Reader (Veronica Mayday From Helluva Boss)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Female!Alastor!Reader (Alastor From Hazbin Hotel But Female Version)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Daki!Reader (Daki From Demon Slayer)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Nezuko!Reader (Nezuko From Demon Slayer)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Maleficent!Reader (Maleficent From ‘Maleficent’ And ‘Maleficent: Mistress Of Evil’)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Captain Marvel!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Wednesday!Reader (Jenna Ortega Wednesday)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Cruella!Reader (Cruella From Cruella 2021)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Half-Vampire!Half-Siren!Tall!Goddess!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Tall!Fey!Goddess!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Half-Angel!Half-Demon!Tall!Goddess!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Half-Vampire!Half-Pheonix!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Famous!Actress!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Blind!Reader (Not A Normal Blind A Toph Beifong kind Of Blind)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Mute!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Tourette’s!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Pyrokinesis!Reader (Fire Manipulation)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Lindsey Stirling!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Hydrokinesis!Reader (Water Manipulation)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Feral!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Dimitrescu!Reader (Your Lady Dimitrescu Basically)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Billie Eilish!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Nancy Downs!Reader (Nancy Downs From The Craft)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Feral!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Electrokinesis!Reader (electricity manipulation)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Chorokinesis!Reader (Plant Manipulation)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Abigail Lazar!Reader (Abigail Lazar From Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Pre-Teen!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Pre-Teen!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Goth!Depressed!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Punk!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Ghostface!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Dark!Yandere!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Yandere!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Yandere!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Siren!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Sadistic!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Jennifer Check!Reader (Jennifer Check Fron Jennifer’s Body)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Demon!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Sadistic!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Succubus!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Male!Zombie!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Werewolf!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Mermaid!Reader

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Male!Vampire!Reader (Inspired By Abigail 2024)

• Zach Orfman X Beth Slocum X Angel!Goddess!Reader

(A/N: Hello! Hope This Inspires You! Remember Your More Than Welcome To Use These Ideas! I Made Y/n Profiles So You Know What You Could Be Like Or Look Like…If You Wanna See More Of My Posts You Can It’s Also Recommended You Do!…Anyways YOUR WELCOME! :)

[dedsocksfanficideas]

Is this even legal?!

Story summary: Harlow Potter has just learned she is not biologically a Potter. Now she must find her biological father, who never signed her birth certificate, and have him sign over his rights or risk losing her son, Teddy. Is this even legal?!

Notes: Sorry for any inaccuracies in spelling/grammar, canon, and honestly the storyline. I don’t really have an outline so let me know if there is anything you’d like to see and I’ll try to do it, if it fits the vision.

Also if anyone cares, face claim for Harley Potter is young Olivia Hussey (rip).

Ch.1 The signature

She was Harley Potter, the girl-who-lived, the woman-who-conquered, savior of the Wizarding world, but most importantly someone not deserving of familial love. She was a tool. And deep down she knew and excepted the fact that she’d never have the family she’d always dreamed of. Yes, this was something she excepted, long before she was declared a hero, long before she knew of the Wizarding world, when she was only an orphaned little girl locked in her cupboard too afraid to make noise.

Deep down, deep below the titles bestowed upon her, she’d only ever be the little hated orphan. She thought with a sigh.

But now she had a reason, her Teddy, her baby, she had her house elves, her creatures, all hers, and may Merlin help anyone who tried to take what was hers.

She had an idea of what to do as she exited the metal death trap, the turbulence was, well, hell. She had to find her bio-mom, she would have to look her up, or find and hire someone to look her up, money was in no way something holding her back. But she’d have to be fast.

So one of the things she does know from her muggle life was libraries, they often had computers, now had she ever used one? No! Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would likely beat her to death before she could even open a search engine. But she’d knew the basic of basics

”B-e-t-h-a-n-y D-u-t-t-o-n” she whispered to herself as she typed her biological mothers name into the thing called ‘google’. “A millionaire, wow.” She said lowly with a touch of surprise. Her eyes widen however, at a group of, reviews? She’s not sure but she was described as well “a bitch?!”-rude.

“Yellowstone-Dutton Ranch?” She mumbled, well she knew where she was heading now. Families usually knew who impregnated their family members, right? I mean it seems obvious.

WRONG! Completely and utterly wrong! Now imagine my surprise, firstly traveling to the state of Montana, beautiful, gorgeous, yes I am much more use to cloudy skies and overall grey but the bright warm glow is something I believe I could get used to.

Approaching the ranch had me on edge, hell just passing the sign announcing the Yellowstone ranch had my heart skipping a beat. But if I wanted peace, if I wanted my son to be raised where I know he will be safe and loved and cared for, I must do this. Finally reaching what I could only assume was the main house I take a deep breath, parking the motor bike Sirius passed down to me, I steeled myself. I knocked on the front door and- nothing.

Her shoulders slumping down with a sigh, she takes it upon herself to look around for any other sign of life, ‘It’s a little passed twelve’ she thought to herself with a barley there grimace ‘it’s likely the Dutton family is out working’ she thought to herself before spotting a group of men ‘cowboys’ she thought with a slight smile.

She moved forward, her small stature garnering the odd glance, as she finally neared enough she could see their eyes widen, ‘veela effect’ she thought with a self hating grimace. Who would have thought that at the age of sixteen she’d her magical inheritance would have kicked in and suddenly, she was no longer considered really human. She sighed and with a small shake of her head she called out-

“Pardon me!” Her English accent as present as ever seemed to cause a bit of confusion among the cowboys.

“How can we help you today Ma’-am?” The deep voice of who could only be assumed to be the one in charge answered back, the unknown cowboy steady and with confident strides approached.

“Yes, Hello, my name is Harlow Potter-Black, I was hoping to have a word with the father of one Bethany Dutton?” She said with squared shoulders and as much false confidence as she could muster.

“Beth?” He seemed alarmed and on edge.

“Yes, I believe I’m looking for one Mr. John Dutton?” Though his eyes were not visible behind his sunglasses, I feel the confusion and possibly a tad bit of hostility.

“Sir!” His powerful voice rang out, his eyes never once leaving my frame. This snapped me out of it, thus far I’d been winging it, hell I had just been informed not three days ago my heritage was a lie. I had not yet really prepared myself for what I’d say. In a matter of seconds an aged man on a horse made his appearance.

“Yes?” He gruffly said hopping down from his horse handing it off to another older man near us, my eyes left the unnamed sunglass wearing fellow-

“Mr. John Dutton?” I said, not giving him enough time to answer, now or never “pardon my intrusion, my named is Harlow Potter-Black. I’m looking for any information on a possible relationship one Bethany Dutton may have had say seventeen years ago?”

He blinked in surprise.

“Seventeen years ago?” The sunglass wearing man asked, my eyes shifting to meet his.

“Yes.”

“May I know why?” Asked Mr. Dutton.

“Well there was no named father on the birth certificate.” I said confidently.

“Birth certificate?!” The unnamed man question loudly taking a step closer to me inadvertently causing me to take a step back.

“Rip.” In an instant the man, now identified as Rip, stepped back- “what birth certificate?” The man asked eyes full of confusion. That was something we shared I suppose.

“The, um, birth certificate of the daughter she gave up for adoption?” I said, confidence slowly draining, do they truly no know? This was a bad idea! I should have thought this through more. “You see I was adopted as a baby, I just recently learned this and well I need to meet my biological father, however my dilemma is that there was no father written down so I was hoping to contact a family member and I thought you being the patriarch of the family would know-“ I said everything coming out rushed “though I suppose I should have just contacted Bethany personally, but she has a waiting list” true “for people waiting to see her and this is something I need done sooner than a few months, it’s time sensitive you see!” I took a deep breath in.

They still had not said a word, my word vomit seeming to have caused even more confusion.

“I’m sorry kid, there must have been a mistake, my daughter was not pregnant seventeen years ago, and even if she was, she’d not have given the child up for adoption.” Mr. Dutton answered with 100% confidence.

“Well you see Mr. Dutton, I have a copy of my birth certificate here” I say with certainty pulling documents from my backpack, the only thing I had to carry a decent set of clothing and any other necessities I might need “as well as a copy of the witness report signed by one Jamie Dutton confirming Bethany was not pressured into giving up maternal right.”

“Jamie?!” He said angered

“Yes sir.” I pause “If you would like, I’m more than willing to submit DNA for testing!”

“Right, yes, DNA testing.” He said still reading the documents provided. “Do you have somewhere I can contact you? A phone number?” I knew I forgot something, a phone! “An email?”

“Email!” I said taking out a pen and blank notepad, I leave my method of contact, and after a second decide to leave the number of the small Inn I was staying in. “This is the number of the Inn I am staying at if you feel the need to call for whatever reason.”

And just like that, it’s over and done with, I’m back at the Inn all thoughts back to my son.

IMPORTANT NOTE: I have more chapters out on Ao3, username: Dedsocks

Story name: Is this even legal?!

[forensic-b1tch-aiden]

Ancestors, hear my plea

I need Barty on his knees

for James Potter in a alley

Please bring honour to us all

[zorya-reads]

Thanks for Tagging!

Tags! Ok, that account is so new, its embarrassing. @darthvadersinhaler @immmortaljunk @biacetrash @lottiepumpkinofficial @olliesmoreno

Blorbo Poll

Rules: make a poll with five of your all-time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.

Tagged by @powersuitup. Probably very predictable picks for anyone who knows me but whatevs.

NP tagging @tweetthang96, @coolnerdyrn, @kayliemalinza, @raaorqtpbpdy, and @thephilosophersapprentice.

[g4zdtechtv]

X-Play Classic - WWE '12 Review

Bigger. Badder. Better.

[ashleighneville]

If Kane does go to Bayern, i want them posting multiple pics of him and Georgia. i want them in a video together and when they win the leagues i want kane doing his stupid little dad dance while Georgia drunkenly sings sweet caroline again next to him.

[endless-ineffabilities]

the only place (Ewan Mitchell x f!reader)

a/n: a purely self-indulgent little blurb inspired by the latest crumbs of our Iceberg! <3

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Ewan attends the press night of The Other Place. As the audience is filing in, and the theatre is abuzz with excitement, he sees you.

Ewan could not stop looking at you.

It was almost silly, the way his head kept whipping back in your direction, as you stood a little distance away, talking to Bethany.

Harry and his friend were telling Ewan of their recent trip to Ibiza, and he didn't want to be rude, but their words were becoming muffled due to him straining to hear the sound of your voice. You gestured enthusiastically to Bethany as you regaled her with a story, and that smile – damn, that smile.

"So we ended up staying until 8 that morning, can you believe that?" Harry exclaimed, pausing to allow Ewan to react.

When he received no response, Harry trailed Ewan's gaze right to you.

"You smitten, mate?" Harry grinned. "Go say hi to her!"

"Wh-what?" Ewan stammered. Smooth. It wasn't an easy drop from high up in the clouds where his mind drifted. You drew him there, and he remained suspended in your allure.

"That's Beth's friend. She's really lovely, you know. You should introduce yourself," Harry said. When he sensed Ewan's hesitation, he pressed on, "Come on, you clearly want to."

Bethany was pulled aside by another friend, so Ewan took that as his cue, his legs moving as if on autopilot. A moth drawn to your flame.

He reached you, and your eyes widened slightly at his sudden appearance.

He had always thought himself a poet at heart, spending countless hours poring over complex books, but all he could muster in that instance was, "Hello."

But it apparently was enough, because you smiled brightly at him. You practically glowed in his eyes.

"Hi," you replied warmly. "Oh, I know who you are. I love Aemond Targaryen."

"Oh?" His heart jumped, pitter pattering in his ears. "Well, I'm flattered. Thank you."

"Yeah, I think you're a brilliant actor." You expressed genuinely, before offering your hand out and introducing yourself.

"That's a beautiful name," he remarked.

"Thanks," you mumbled shyly, looking down briefly. Was he getting to you? Was he having the same effect on you as you have on him? Impossible.

"You're friends with Bethany?" he asks.

"I am, for quite some time now. Ever since I moved to this city."

"Hmm." He smiled, his confidence gaining a much needed boost. He asked you a couple more questions, eager to hear every one of your responses. The attraction only deepened the more he found out about you.

At some point, he asked, "How are you finding the city? Has Bethany shown you around?"

"Well, the city's been amazing. You really can never run out of stuff to do, and Beth's been great at taking me to the best spots out there, you know?"

"Yeah, that's good. There's this... uhhh... indie cinema that I go to all the time. It's quite lowkey, very niche. Do you like watching movies?"

You beamed, shrugging as if to say obviously. "Movies are my bread and butter, Ewan."

"Mine too," he noted, before hitting home. It was now or never. "We should visit that cinema together sometime."

A beat passed. His throat tightened slightly in anticipation. He must have done something wrong. He forgot to say please. He forgot to add, if you want.

Was he coming on too strong?

"Are you asking me out?" You tilted your head at him, eyes narrowing. He took a mental picture, saving it for your grandkids.

Yours and his. He cringed inwardly. He severely needed to get a grip.

"Yes... I am."

"Well, then... I would love to."

He thanked his lucky stars. He thanked Emma in his mind for starring in that play and inviting him tonight.

That play – truly the best and most excellent that there ever was and ever will be. And it had not even started yet.

To Ewan, no other play will ever compare until the end of time.

Because it led him to you.

[gpcwsl]

Leah x Alessia please! could be when alessia moved to arsenal and moves in with leah. become best friends/roommates and then falls in love!

Alessia Russo x Leah Williamson

Undeniable

WC: 2.1k+

MasterList

Warnings: kissing, making out, suggestive.

I am not shipping theses two in anyway. This is a fan fiction. This is fake. To be honest, I felt a little weary writing this.

Song: Cherry - harry styles

Alessia Russo had always known that change was inevitable in football. It was part of the job—new teams, new cities, new teammates. But this move felt different. Leaving Manchester United had been bittersweet, but Arsenal offered her something she couldn’t ignore: a chance to grow, to push herself further, to be part of something special. And, perhaps most importantly, she wasn’t doing it alone.

Leah Williamson had immediately offered her a place to stay until she found her own. “No point in wasting money on a hotel,” she’d said casually over the phone. “Besides, we’ll have a laugh.”

And she was right. From the moment Alessia had walked through Leah’s front door, it had felt right. Like home.

Meeting the Team

Alessia had expected some nerves on her first day at Arsenal, but they faded the second she stepped into the training ground.

Jonas Eidevall had barely finished introducing her before Katie McCabe strode up, a teasing grin on her face. “Welcome to the dark side, Russo.” She pulled her into a half-hug, clapping her on the back. “Been waiting for you to see sense.”

Caitlin Foord was next, offering a warm smile and a fist bump. “You’ll love it here. Just be ready for Katie’s chaos.”

“I resent that,” Katie shot back, but the sparkle in her eyes suggested otherwise.

The rest of the team was just as welcoming. Frida Maanum looped an arm around Alessia’s shoulders like they’d been teammates for years. “Finally, someone to help us score more screamers,” she joked.

Beth Mead, recovering from injury but still very much the heart of the team, gave her a knowing smirk. “Leah’s been talking you up, by the way. Said you’d fit in easy.”

Alessia glanced at Leah, who just shrugged, a small smile playing at her lips.

And it turned out, Leah was right.

Living with Leah was effortless. They trained together, cooked together (or attempted to, in Alessia’s case), and spent their evenings either watching matches or arguing over which show to binge. Leah knew exactly how to make her laugh, how to take the edge off when the pressure of a new club threatened to settle on her shoulders.

It was impossible not to feel close to her.

Then came the realisation.

The living room was a mess. Empty pizza boxes sat haphazardly on the table, a couple of half-finished slices abandoned on grease-stained plates. Two glasses of Coke rested on the floor beside the couch, condensation dripping down the sides. The TV was playing some film neither of them had really been watching, its glow flickering across the dimly lit room.

Alessia let out a small shiver. She hadn’t noticed how cold it had gotten until now.

Leah noticed immediately. She didn’t hesitate—just reached out and wrapped an arm around Alessia’s shoulders, pulling her in. “Come here,” she murmured, voice low and familiar.

Alessia didn’t resist. She leaned into her without thinking, settling against Leah’s side, her head resting just below her collarbone.

And that’s when it hit them.

For Leah, it was the way Alessia fit against her, the way she naturally sought her warmth. The way her blonde hair fell over her shoulder, the soft scent of shampoo and something inherently Alessia curling around her senses. The way her breath was steady, content, like this was exactly where she was meant to be.

For Alessia, it was the strength in Leah’s arms, the way they held her without question. The way her heartbeat was calm and steady beneath her cheek. The way Leah made her feel safe. Wanted. The way she just felt right.

Neither of them said anything.

They didn’t need to.

Because in that moment, with the world quiet around them, they both knew. They were falling. And there was no stopping it now.

The movie had long since ended, but neither of them had moved.

Alessia was still wrapped up against Leah, her body curled into the warmth beside her. At some point, Leah had pulled a blanket over them, the soft fabric draped across their legs, trapping in the heat. The only sounds in the room were the quiet hum of the TV, now playing the looping menu screen, and their steady breathing in the low-lit space.

Leah felt like she was floating.

She’d stopped pretending hours ago—pretending that this was just friendship, that the way her chest ached in the best way when Alessia sighed against her was normal, that the warmth spreading through her ribs wasn’t something more. No, she wasn’t denying it anymore. She was falling. Completely.

She nudged Alessia gently, her voice hushed in the stillness. “Come on, Less. Let’s head to bed.”

A sleepy mumble. “Mmm… my legs are broken.”

Leah huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “Are they now?”

“Mhm.” Alessia burrowed closer. “You need to carry me.”

Leah bit down on the inside of her cheek, trying to steady the sudden thrum in her chest. She’s going to be the death of me.

Alessia had no idea what she was doing to her. Or maybe she did. Maybe she felt it too—the weight of whatever was settling between them, the way it pressed into the space where there had only been friendship before.

Still, Leah didn’t argue.

With careful movements, she shifted, looping one arm under Alessia’s legs, the other around her back. She lifted her effortlessly, feeling the way Alessia melted into her touch, arms draping lazily around her neck.

Leah swallowed, forcing herself to focus as she carried her up the stairs. The house was quiet, dark except for the faint golden glow of the hallway light. The warmth of Alessia in her arms, the slow rise and fall of her breath against Leah’s shoulder—it was intoxicating.

She stepped into Alessia’s bedroom, the sheets slightly messy from where they’d hastily thrown things together when she moved in. Gently, Leah placed her down, the mattress dipping beneath her weight.

Alessia exhaled a soft sound of contentment as Leah tucked the blanket around her, the warmth settling in immediately. Leah went to step away, but before she could turn, a hand wrapped around her wrist.

Leah froze.

Alessia’s fingers were soft against her skin, hesitant but sure. She didn’t say anything at first—just held on, her touch lingering, tethering Leah in place.

Then, quietly, hopefully—

“Stay?”

Leah felt her breath catch.

It wasn’t just about warmth. It wasn’t just about company.

It was about her. About them.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she looked down at Alessia, meeting tired blue eyes that held something deeper, something unspoken but undeniably there.

Leah didn’t answer with words. She didn’t need to. Instead, she exhaled slowly, slipped beneath the covers, and let Alessia curl into her once more.

This time, she held her a little tighter.

This time, she let herself fall.

The next day passed in a blur.

Leah had spent training trying—and failing—to keep herself together. It wasn’t easy when Alessia was everywhere. Laughing with the team, scoring goal after goal in small-sided drills, playfully shoving Leah when she beat her in a rondo.

And every time their eyes met, something stirred.

Something Leah couldn’t ignore anymore.

She knew she was gone. Completely, helplessly gone. And if she wasn’t wrong—if the way Alessia lingered just a little too long, touched her just a little too often, looked at her like she was something worth falling for—then Alessia felt it too.

Leah just needed to be brave.

The changing room had emptied out slowly, the team trickling out one by one. Eventually, it was just them—Leah and Alessia, alone in the quiet hum of fluorescent lights and distant chatter from the corridor.

Alessia sat on the bench, tying her shoelaces with slow, deliberate movements. Leah stood a few feet away, pretending to rummage through her locker, pretending she wasn’t absolutely buzzing with everything she needed to say.

Now or never.

She turned, leaning against the row of lockers. “Less.”

Alessia looked up, tucking a strand of damp blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah?”

Leah’s throat felt dry, but she forced the words out. “I can’t do this anymore.”

A small frown creased Alessia’s forehead. “Do what?”

Leah exhaled sharply, pushing off the locker and stepping closer. “Pretend. Act like this is nothing. Like I don’t feel something every time you look at me. Like last night wasn’t—” She broke off, running a hand through her hair. “Like I didn’t want to kiss you the second you asked me to stay.”

The silence stretched.

Then, quietly—almost dangerously—Alessia asked, “Then why didn’t you?”

Leah’s breath hitched.

She held Alessia’s gaze, searching, waiting, pleading for something—anything—that told her she wasn’t about to ruin everything.

And then, Alessia smirked. Just a little. Just enough.

That was all Leah needed.

She moved before she could overthink it—one step, then another, until she was right there, standing between Alessia’s knees.

Alessia tilted her chin up, blue eyes burning into Leah’s, waiting.

Leah reached out, fingers grazing over Alessia’s jaw, tracing lightly, teasingly, before she finally, finally closed the distance.

The first touch was tentative—soft, testing—but Alessia didn’t hesitate. She leaned into it, pressing forward, her hands finding Leah’s waist, pulling her in.

Then it shifted.

Leah deepened the kiss, tilting her head, fingers sliding into damp hair, gripping just enough. Alessia made a small noise against her lips, and Leah felt it everywhere.

Her heart was racing.

Alessia’s hands tightened, tugging her closer, nails scraping lightly against Leah’s skin where her shirt had ridden up. It sent a sharp thrill down Leah’s spine, heat curling in her stomach.

She was done for.

Eventually—reluctantly—they pulled back, breathless, foreheads resting together.

Alessia was grinning. “Took you long enough.”

Leah let out a breathless laugh, nudging their noses together. “Shut up.”

Alessia just hummed, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against Leah’s waist. “You’re not getting rid of me now, you know.”

Leah smiled, letting her hands rest at the base of Alessia’s neck, thumbs brushing over soft skin.

“I’m counting on it.”

Their first date wasn’t anything extravagant. No fancy restaurant, no grand gestures—just them, walking through the quiet streets of London, wrapped in the kind of warmth that had nothing to do with the cool night air.

Leah had insisted on taking Alessia to a small, tucked-away café she loved, one that stayed open late and had the best desserts. They’d shared a plate of warm brownies, teasing each other over who got the bigger bite. Alessia had spent half the time laughing, and Leah had spent all of it falling even harder.

And now, as they walked back home, hands brushing, shoulders bumping, Leah couldn’t stop staring.

Alessia looked stupidly good under the glow of the streetlights—blonde hair slightly tousled from the breeze, a soft flush on her cheeks, lips curved into a small smile.

Leah had been patient. She really had. But patience wasn’t exactly her strongest trait.

They reached the front door, and before Alessia could step inside, Leah caught her wrist, gently pulling her back.

Alessia turned, eyebrow raised, but before she could say anything, Leah leaned in.

The kiss started soft—slow and deliberate, like they had all the time in the world. Leah let her fingers trail along Alessia’s jaw, then slide into her hair, tilting her head just right.

Alessia made a quiet sound against her lips, one that sent a fire straight through Leah’s veins.

She pressed closer, deepening the kiss, teasing her tongue against Alessia’s bottom lip, pulling her in. Alessia melted, hands gripping Leah’s hips, nails grazing against skin where her shirt had lifted.

Leah groaned softly, pressing Alessia back against the door. Her lips moved to her jaw, then lower, grazing along the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. She felt Alessia shiver.

“Less,” Leah whispered, voice rough, breath warm against her skin.

Alessia hummed, tilting her head, giving Leah more access.

Leah smirked against her skin, pressing another slow, open-mouthed kiss to her neck before pulling back just enough to meet her gaze.

“Be my girlfriend.”

It wasn’t a question—it was a promise, a claim, a need.

Alessia let out a breathless laugh, running her fingers through Leah’s hair, tugging lightly. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Leah grinned, stealing another kiss.

Alessia gasped as Leah’s hands slid under the hem of her shirt, teasing fingers skimming over warm skin.

Leah smirked, her voice dropping lower. “You looked so hot tonight, Less.” She kissed her again, slow and teasing, letting her lips linger. “And I really wanna do stuff to you.”

Alessia exhaled shakily, fingers tightening in Leah’s hair. “Then stop talking.”

Leah didn’t need to be told twice.

She kissed her again, harder this time, pressing Alessia firmly against the door, hands roaming, breath mingling.

And as they stumbled inside, lips never breaking apart, Leah knew—

This was everything she’d ever wanted.