#Leah x reader

[suckerforblondeathletes]

Goodmorning love

Leah Williamson x fem!Reader

Summary: Just a soft morning with Leah.

Warnings: None

Authors note: This is short but hope you enjoy!

Saying I hate Mondays was an understatement. It really was. I hated everything about Mondays. The coming back from the weekend off of work, the traffic , everyone attitudes in the mornings I just hated it. Especially when Leah had to get out of bed early and go to practice.

Her morning starts earlier than mine. She gets up at 5a.m every morning to go to practice. Having to practically force me off her chest, she gets up and goes to make her coffee in the kitchen, trying to be quiet, but failing miserably. She is the worst when it comes to being quiet.

As I lay in my cold bed and drift off to sleep with out her. I feel her crawl over me and get back in bed. I still don’t open my eyes but I furrow my eye brows, wondering why she hasn’t left for practice yet. “Good morning love” she says, giving me a still sleepy smile and kissing my forehead.

I mumble something in her chest and I roll over to press myself into her warm body. “Why aren’t you at practice babe” I say, half asleep and with my eyes closed. I hear her giggle above me, probably at my expression and say “practice is canceled hun, so is your work. It’s Sunday. ” I feel her kiss the crown of my head and I smile and pull her closer to me. Finally, a morning going how I want it. With me in Leah’s arms, and her in mine. We slowly drift back into a deep, warm slumber. Knowing we can stay like this all day.

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[alexvolleyball]

His friends saw your quarrel

characters: Paul Lahote; Seth Clearwater; Sam Uley; Leah Clearwater; Embry Call; Quil Ateara; Jacob Black.

warring: fluff; angst; hurt/comfort; dirty talk; Paul Lahote; profanity; lgbt with Leah; 18+ content; rude characters.

a/n: English is not my first language, so apologise for mistakes and other errors. If you don’t like my content, please pass me by. Be kinder and nose reading. Dividers are mine.

w: 5,3k

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Paul Lahote ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

You are once again taking a walk with your best friend, Jasper. To be honest, you haven’t been in the mood since morning because your period started. You knew the nature of your friend, so you were surprised by his composure. But it was precisely next to him that you felt much better. After all, the ability to manage other people's emotions isn't such a bad thing.

But going for a walk with someone your boyfriend can't stand is a terrible idea. Paul is a rock-solid and caring man, always ready to stand by you through thick and thin. However, his short temper is like a ticking time bomb. Even if you merely trip over a tree root, he would likely go on a tirade, ready to unleash havoc in the name of your safety. On one hand, it's sweet that he would move mountains for you, but on the other... being around him can be downright terrifying at times. It's like walking on eggshells, never quite knowing what might set him off.

Taking a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, you smiled brightly. Jasper settled onto a nearby rock, his gaze drifting deep into the woods. Vibrant yellow and red leaves danced down from the trees, gathering in delicate heaps on the ground. A mischievous idea sparked in your mind. You dashed over to a towering pile of leaves and leapt into it, sending a cascade of colorful foliage flying in every direction. Jasper chuckled, walking up to you. “Feeling any better?” he asked, extending his hand to help you up. But instead of taking his hand, you grasped his arm and pulled him down beside you. Now, both of you were sprawled in the leaves, laughter bubbling up like a mountain spring.

“Oh my goodness, what a child you are,” Jasper remarked, shaking his head in playful disbelief. He noticed a small twig lodged in your hair and leaned in closer, his face just inches from yours. He gently extricated the branch and tossed it aside. Before he could utter a word, someone's fist flew into his jaw.

“Don’t you dare touch her, you bloodsucker!” That gruff voice was one you could recognize in a crowd of thousands. Paul. Jasper was trying to dodge the wolfman's blows, not yet retaliating against Paul. But your boyfriend seemed to have lost his mind: his eyes were bloodshot, nostrils flaring as he greedily sucked in air, his body trembling with rage. “You’d better back off, sweetheart!” Jared shouted, a cocky grin plastered across his face. “This is going to be one hell of a show!”

“Jared, stop him!” you yelled desperately at the guy who seemed in no rush to rein in his friend’s fury. “Jared, please!” After yet another one of your pleas, the Indian boy sighed and stepped in to separate the two before things spiraled out of control. “Easy, girls, easy. I've got the lipstick!,” Jared quipped, hoping his silly remark would lighten the mood, but instead, a fist landed solidly in his gut. “Shut up, Jared!” Paul barked, still glaring menacingly at Jasper.

Tension hung thick in the air, like a storm cloud ready to burst. You felt your heart race as you watched the chaos unfold, praying that tempers wouldn’t flare any further. The atmosphere crackled with a raw energy, a powder keg ready to explode, and you knew all too well how dangerous such a volatile situation could be.

You stepped between the guys, tears welling in your eyes as you looked at Paul, who finally shifted his gaze to you, lost in the depths of your eyes. Gradually, he came back to reality. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were going out with that… that idiot?” he asked, fists clenched like iron. “Because I knew you’d be angry,” you confessed, your words sending shockwaves through him. “Are you trying to spite me or what?!” He slammed his fist against a nearby tree, splintering it to pieces. You flinched, instinctively shrinking back. “Paul, calm down, you’re scaring her,” Jared intervened, grabbing his friend by the shoulder, trying to pull him away from you to a safe distance. “Go to hell, Jared,” Paul snapped, spinning around and delivering a punch to Jared’s gut. Jared doubled over in pain, falling to his knees. “Paul! Please, come to your senses!” You placed a hand on his cheek, turning him toward you, but he struck you across the face, sending you flying back a few meters. An oppressive silence descended, hanging in the air like a heavy fog.

“[Y/N], forgive me, darling!” Paul immediately jumped up from his spot, trying to help you, but Jasper dismissed him with a flicker of irritation, his patience clearly at its breaking point. “What the hell, you damn vampire?!” But Cullen ignored the werewolf's outburst and focused on assisting you to your feet. He gently grasped your chin between his fingers, his brow furrowing in concern as he took in the bruise marring your face, the result of the blow.

Jared, seated on his knees, stared in disbelief at his friend, who had sworn to him that he would never let his aggression touch his betrothed. It seemed Paul had failed to keep his promise. “I think it's better if we stay away from each other for a while,” you murmured, refusing to meet Paul’s gaze as Jasper effortlessly lifted you into his arms.

“Go to hell, you slut! I don’t want a fiancée like you, anyway!” Paul shouted in sheer desperation, turning into a wolf and bolting into the depths of the forest. You stifled a sob, burying your face in Jasper's shoulder. Meanwhile, Jared was torn, caught in a tug-of-war between going after Paul or offering solace to Paul’s heartbroken girl.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Seth Clearwater ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Seth had always been an open and spirited guy, that is until a certain moment. For some reason, he started ignoring your phone calls, stopped inviting you out, and simply didn’t want to spend time with you for the past two weeks. You tried to reassure yourself, thinking he was likely busy preparing for his upcoming exams. But your surprise turned to concern when his classmates mentioned that Seth hadn’t shown up at school for over a week. That set off alarm bells in your mind.

Now, you're making your way to the Clearwater house, determined to clear the air and get to the bottom of this mystery.

As you navigate the muddy path, slipping a couple of times due to the incessant rain, you can’t help but mutter under your breath. Of all places, why did Seth have to live out here in the middle of nowhere?

“Seth!” the girl banged aggressively on the door. “Open up, you scoundrel!”

“What on earth are you shouting about?”Seth's older sister appeared at the door, her beautiful face framed by the entrance. “He’s not home; he’s at school.” she paused for a moment, thinking. “Why aren’t you there? I thought school in Forks finished later.”

“That's not important! I want to see my boyfriend!” you stomped your foot and crossed your arms defiantly. “I’m not leaving until I know he’s okay.”

“He’s fine.” Leah replied tersely before slamming the door right in your face. You huffed in frustration and plopped down on the porch steps.

As evening fell, the chill in the air became palpable. The wind whistled through the trees, and the buzzing of nocturnal insects filled the silence. The branches swayed, casting eerie shadows that danced in the darkness, sending shivers down your spine. You were afraid of the dark, but more than anything, you worried about your boyfriend. Leaning against the railing, you succumbed to sleep, your thoughts drifting softly to Seth.

In the midst of a dream, you felt gentle caresses through your hair and the sensation of being carefully lifted into someone’s arms. You lingered in slumber, savoring the warmth enveloping you as you nuzzled against a collarbone, inhaling a familiar scent. Suddenly, you were laid down on a soft mattress, and smiling, you nestled closer to the body beside you.

Morning light poured through the windows, pulling you from your dreams with tender strokes brushing against your hair. Blinking into the brightness, your eyes widened in shock as you took in the sight of Seth lying next to you. He wore an apologetic smile, but before he could utter a word, “I’m sorry, [Y/N], I didn’t mean to—" you were already bolting from his bed, racing down the hallway. Disappearing from your life only to draw you back in like this? How could he dare to touch you?

“Don’t come near me, you traitor!” you shouted, trying to wrench your arm free from Seth's grasp. “I've been on edge for two weeks!” Finally breaking free, you slapped him hard across the face and then gasped in shock. “Oh God! Seth! I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry!” You reacted in a whirlwind of emotions, hitting your boyfriend just like those drama queens you used to roll your eyes at. Tears started to well up in your eyes, and you didn’t even give him a chance to explain.

“Wow,” Leah exclaimed from the kitchen, stirring her tea. “I never thought I'd witness a classic American soap opera come to life right in front of me.”

“Screw this!” Seth snapped, his expression serious. “[Y/N], please, just give me some time, and I swear I’ll explain everything. Not now, but someday—I promise.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, forcing a chuckle. “Can I at least give you a hug?”

“Don't tell me you're actually asking if you can start a family with her?” the girl scowled, glancing from you to your brother. “That’s just disgusting.”

“Leah!”

“Since the day I was born, it’s been Leah.” She rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her cookie. “I don’t need you to remind me of my name.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Sam Uley ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

You were tired of the ridiculous rumors about Sam. Your boyfriend, the founder of some gang? Nonsense! He is a decent and educated man—there’s no way he’s the head of a gang. But the problem is… your father believed those rumors and forbade you from seeing Sam. Instead of standing up for your relationship, he went along with your dad. Does he really not care about you? Was he just playing with your feelings like he did with Leah?

Determined to get to the bottom of things, you decided to follow him after spotting him outside a store. Throwing on a long black coat, a large black hat, and some ridiculous fake mustache, you waited until he was safely out of sight before you began to tail him, hiding behind lampposts and trees whenever he glanced back. Silly? Yes. Effective? You bet!

Eventually, you found yourself at his house, where a couple of guys had gathered. They were all shirtless, and as you hid behind a tree, you couldn’t help but admire the sight of the muscular guys, feeling both intrigued and a bit flustered.

“Sam, who is that?” one of the Indian asked, pointing towards the tree where you stood. “Do you have secret admirers?” After his friend's words, Sam shot him an annoyed glance before heading in your direction. Grabbing you by the elbow, he brought you to the center of the clearing, and all eyes were suddenly on you. Swallowing hard, you nervously waved your arms, desperately searching for an explanation. In an instant, Sam yanked off your hat and those ridiculous fake mustaches, staring at you in shock. “[Y/N]? What are you doing here?”

“Exactly, [Y/N]!” a girl stomped her foot. “I have the same question for you!” She poked Sam in the chest with her finger, her expression fierce.

“This is my home. I live here.” The man looked at you in confusion, crossing his arms over his chest. You mirrored his action, narrowing your eyes at him, your cheeks puffed up. Honestly, he didn’t want to argue with you, especially not now, when you looked so cute. His cute girlfriend. “Listen, I don’t want to fight with you, especially in front of others, and—” He didn’t get to finish, as his friend interrupted him.

“Nothing! We don’t mind watching a family squabble! Hey, Paul, do we have any beer left?”

“Jared, shut up and don’t interfere in other people’s conversations,” Sam said firmly, while Paul gave Jared a light smack on the back of the head and, putting an arm around his friend's shoulders, walked away, leaving you two alone. “Honey, this is a tough time for me, and I just want you to be safe.”

“Don’t you want to ask me what I want?” You stepped toward him impulsively. “I don’t care if it’s dangerous to be around you or not. I want answers, Sam Uley! Just tell me what the problem is! Maybe I can help?” You lowered your head, feeling defeated, and sank to your knees, covering your eyes with your hands as you tried to calm your racing heart and sort through your tangled thoughts.

The man crouched down beside you, gently stroking your hair. He always did this when you felt low. “[Y/N], I love you so much, and I want to make sure you’re safe.” Sam pulled you close, enveloping you in his strong arms—his broad frame almost shielding you from view. As you melted into his embrace, a sense of calm washed over you.

“Sam, I love you too, but if you keep pushing me away, you’re only going to hurt us both.” You pressed a soft kiss on his neck, your hands gliding over his bare back. “If you don’t want to explain, that’s fine. Just please don’t leave me; don’t abandon me. I can’t live without you!” You trembled at the thought.

He tilted your chin up gently, offering a weary smile. “I too can't imagine living without you,” he gently kissed you on the lips, as if trying to convey what he couldn't say. “I'm sorry; someday you'll understand everything.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Leah Clearwater ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Your girlfriend was so rude to your best friend. Could it be that she's jealous?

Leah had always been hot-tempered and abrasive, but with you, she turned sweet and gentle. However, she could hardly tolerate your friends. They drew too much attention away from her. When she found out you were going to the beach with Bella, it was like a storm had hit her home. Anyone but Bella—the vampire’s girlfriend! There was just something about her that drove Lea up the wall. She acted as if the world owed her something, strutting around like a self-appointed princess.

You and your best friend Bella were sitting on the sand, engaged in a lively discussion while gazing out at the beautiful sea. Suddenly, Bella placed her hand on your shoulder, about to say something, when a jolt of pain shot through her arm, making her cry out. Stunned, you turned to see an angry Leah, her fists clenched tight, glaring fiercely at Bella. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

“Leah! What are you doing?!” you shot up to your feet, scolding your girlfriend. Leah's posture shifted, her arms drawing in close as though she were a scolded puppy, looking back at you with an expression of guilt. “What’s gotten into you?” you exclaimed, rushing to help Bella while dodging Leah’s snarls.

“And why does she think it’s okay to lay her hands on my girlfriend?” Leah retorted, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest. “Right now, you’re the one laying your hands on someone,” you shot back, casting a stern glance at her before turning your attention to Bella’s injury. “Oh crap, Swan, you’ve broken something!” you said, gently helping her to her feet, determined to escort her home.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Leah asked, concern thick in her voice.

“Anywhere but here!” you replied without looking back, the weight of the tension still heavy in the air.

All this time, a shocked Seth stood nearby, wanting to invite everyone over to Emily's house, but it seemed he had arrived at the wrong moment. “What happened?” he asked, approaching his sister. But she just gave him a worried glance and, without saying a word, went inside her home.

Once she reached her room, she lay down on her bed, pulling the blanket over herself. Seth remembered this scene vividly and felt a wave of dread. She had looked just the same after her breakup with Sam. He didn't want his sister to sink back into such a state again. “Leah, is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just go away, Seth. It's my fault,” she muttered, burying herself deeper in the blanket, trembling slightly. “It's all over now.”

“Nothing is over! I'm going to talk to her!” But the girl didn’t respond to his words. Leah knew she had made a mistake and she accepted her error, but there was no way to fix it.

Seth was persistently knocking at your door, and as soon as you opened it, he barged into the house. “Alright, let's measure up!” he said, grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you outside.

“Seth! Let go of me! At least give me a chance to change!” You stood in the middle of the street in your short pajamas, which barely covered your exposed skin. Covering your chest with one hand, you glanced around, hoping no one would see you. “I don't care,” Seth replied, scooping you up in his arms. His body provided some cover from prying eyes. “I'll get you to my place in no time!”

Well, he wasn't lying when he said he'd get home quickly. Just five minutes later, you found yourself standing at the entrance to the Clearwater house. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, you stepped inside, feeling a shiver run down your spine from the contrast of the warm interior and the chilly weather outside. As you climbed the stairs, you winced at the creaking of the wooden steps. Upon reaching your girlfriend’s room, you knocked a couple of times before entering.

Leah's room was dimly lit, almost gloomy. You struggled to find the light switch in the dense darkness, and once you flipped it on, you approached her bed and sat down. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight. Leah abruptly threw off her blanket, ready to unleash her frustration at Seth, but froze when she saw you before her.

“Hello, Leah.”

“[Y/N]?” The girl looked at you in shock, first glancing at you, then over your shoulder at Seth, who was leaning casually against the doorframe. “What nonsense has he been feeding you?” Leah snapped, her eyes narrowing as she took in your appearance from head to toe. “And why are you dressed like that?” After her question, Seth bolted out of the room.

“He said what he needed to say!” you huffed, curling up under the blanket beside her. “Come on, move over—I’m freezing.” You wrapped your arms around her waist and nestled your face against her warm shoulder. “You have no idea how hot are you,” you confessed, and then immediately clapped a hand over your mouth. “Not in the way you’re thinking, though that too. I mean—ugh! Forget it! I’m going to sleep.” In response to your jumbled words, you heard a sweet laugh, feeling her embrace you in return.

“I'll show Seth how to steal you away from home tomorrow! And…” She paused for a moment. “I'm sorry, please forgive me. I don't know what came over me.”

“It's okay, I forgive you. But please, don't do that again.”

“I'll try.”

“Lea!”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Embry Call ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

You like your boyfriend’s friend Jacob is loyal and kind, but Embry has been sneaking away to spend time with him way too often. Today is no exception. You were heading over to your boyfriend’s place to enjoy your usual Friday movie night, where it was your turn to pick the film. Last time, Embry chose ‘Attack of the Killer Tomatoes,’ and to be honest, you were left in shock by his choice. It made him seem a bit silly, and the thought of him picking the next film sent shivers down your spine.

You had decided on a horror movie for tonight: ‘Smile 2.’ You couldn't help but smile at the anticipation of being scared, imagining how Embry would wrap his arms around you, kiss you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear to comfort you. Giggling and spinning in excitement, you knocked on the door, but only silence greeted you. Feeling annoyed, you circled the house, only to realize that no one was home. Anger surged within you at the thought of where he might be, and with a determined turn, you headed towards Jacob’s house. “I’m going to show that little pup how to keep his hands off my boyfriend!”

“Embry, toss me the seventeen,” Jacob shouted, inspecting the car's wheel. “Just a little more and this baby will be as good as new!”

“I think [Y/N] is upset with me…” Embry approached the toolbox, grabbed the required wrench, and went over to help his friend with the car.

“Girls are just… well, girls,” Black chimed in with a chuckle. “Listen, you’d better apologize properly…” Jacob raised his eyebrows, giving him a knowing look. “You know, like really lay it on thick.” He stuck out his tongue and pointed at him playfully.

“What?!” Embry pulled back in shock. “Dude, we’re not even eighteen yet!”

“Yeah, but that didn’t stop our classmate Betty.”

“Because our classmate Betty is just... just…” Embry paused, searching for a more tactful way to say it. “She's just a bad girl! And [Y/N] and I are not like that!”

“Maybe... damn it!” Jacob shouted as the tire slipped off, pinning him under the car while he was still lying underneath it. “Embry, get me out of here! I should have bought a new jack!”

Sitting on the floor next to Jacob, Embry couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't every day that your best friend had a car fall on him. Jacob didn't appreciate his buddy's good mood and shoved him playfully in the shoulder. They started to mock-fight after that. “Listen, about [Y/N]...” Embry paused for a moment, tuning into his friend's words. “Girls don’t just turn on ‘Sex and the City’ for nothing. Use your noggin, bro! Even Seth isn't as innocent as you think!”

“Well, at least you've got yourself a catch!” Your voice rang out like thunder in the serene garage, and suddenly, silence fell like a heavy shroud. “You’ve already stolen my guy! Are there no other options?” You strode up to Embry and passionately kissed him right in front of Jacob. He grimaced and rolled his eyes, while your guy, flustered, turned you both so that his back was facing Jacob. “He's mine!” you declared after the kiss. “And I'm taking him with me!” You grabbed Embry’s hand, intertwining your fingers, and led him toward the garage exit.

“Go ahead and take him, I've got plenty more like him!” Jacob chuckled, genuinely happy for his friend. “Just make sure to name your kid after me!”

“We’ll think about it!” you replied, wrapping your arms around Embry as you strolled casually to his house. You couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the boys’ conversation and realized that, with someone like Embry, you definitely wanted children. He took such good care of you and would never do anything to disrupt your comfort. Thus, you firmly decided that after you turned eighteen, you would gift him your heart and soul for his birthday. Although he was younger than you by just a few months, he certainly looked older and possessed a maturity that surpassed that of typical teenagers.

Lost in admiration as you gazed at his profile, you didn’t even notice that you had arrived at his home. Well, the evening promised to be enchanting.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Quil Ateara ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Quil was always a kind and calm guy. He had never raised his voice at you, and there was always a sense of peace in your relationship. But something had changed; he had grown sharper and more cautious, as if he were searching for someone in the darkness during your walks. He stopped spending the night at home, and you increasingly noticed him without a shirt. You knew the legend of the Quileutes. But surely, that was just a legend, right?

While wandering through the forest, you didn’t expect to encounter anyone else, let alone here, in your favorite spot where you and Quil used to have your dates. But there, sitting alone, was a pale-faced young man. As you accidentally stepped on a twig, the sharp crack echoed through the stillness, and he turned toward you abruptly. Your heart seemed to stop. His red eyes filled you with a primal fear, and you instinctively took a step back.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” the guy smirked as he slid down from a large log, slowly approaching you like a predator ready to pounce on its prey. “What are you doing all alone out here, gorgeous?” He laughed in a way that sent chills down your spine, and in the blink of an eye, he was right next to you, revealing his white, sharp teeth. “Didn't your parents teach you that wandering through the woods alone can be dangerous?” He leaned in closer to your neck, inhaling your scent and rolling his eyes in delight. “Mmm, I can just tell you’re going to be quite a treat…” His tongue traced along your collarbone as he gripped the fabric of your light summer dress, which seemed like it might tear under the pressure. “I’ll show you how…”

“Didn’t your parents teach you that you shouldn’t come on to other guys’ girls?” Quil’s broad back appeared, shielding you from the unknown guy who had been tossed aside by Quil with a considerable force. “I’ll wipe the floor with you, you disgusting bloodsucker.” Your boyfriend’s eyes turned crimson as he bent down and began to shake with rage. You heard the tearing of fabric, and in the place where your boyfriend stood, an enormous wolf emerged—one that was unmistakably different from the ordinary. You noticed another wolf leap out from the bushes, lunging at the pale-faced guy.

They tore him apart together. And then the wolf, which had taken Quill's place, ripped off the guy's head and spat it out.

You watched in horror as everything unfolded. First, some pervert, and then Quill appeared, transformed into that huge wolf; then another one joined, and they tore the guy's head off and... Wait, where did they go? Before you could collect your thoughts, the wolves vanished into the bushes, and then instead of them, Quill and Embry emerged. An angry Quill and a worried Embry.

“[Y/N]! What the hell are you doing wandering around by yourself like this?” he roughly grabbed your shoulders, lifting you off the cold ground.

“Quil, she's in shock, maybe…”

“Don't interfere, Embry!” After he shouted at his friend, Quil turned back to you, ready to say something more, but when he saw your tears, he stopped. “Sweetheart…” As an empath, he seemed to sense everything you were feeling. It pained him deeply, and he felt like tearing his own throat out. “You’re scared, aren’t you?” He pulled you into his gentle embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. “God, you smell like that corpse…” But he quickly added a smirk. “We’ll definitely need to get rid of that stench, huh?” Quil traced a line of soft kisses from your shoulder to your ear. “Tonight, we’re going to relax properly,” he whispered, his warm breath enveloping your ear. “I promise I’ll explain everything to you, now that you… well, you’ve seen it all.”

“Alright…” you whispered, sniffing back your tears. “I trust you.”

“How sweet,” Embry said, wiping away his accumulated tears as he sniffled. “You two are just perfect together.”

“Oh come on, Embry, get a grip, man.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Jacob Black ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

You’re happy that your boyfriend has such wonderful friends. But he talks about Bella too often. Are you having breakfast together? He starts saying how he’s eating Bella. Are you out for a walk? He tells you where he went with Bella. Are you working out together? He mentions Bella's body and how fragile she is compared to you. That was the last straw.

You’re sitting with the guys at Emily’s, ordering pizza. Somehow, the conversation shifts from Seth wetting his pants as a kid to "Bella’s relationships with a vampire." Jacob, of course, chimes in, passionately defending Bella and blaming everything on Edward. Then, out of the blue, Jared makes a slip about the recent kiss between Jake and Bella, and suddenly the room falls silent, all eyes on you.

You bite your lip and bolt out of the house. Jacob barely catches up to you, grabbing your arm. You yell at him in response. Those who were inside the house rush out to see what’s happening. “Don’t you dare touch me!” you scream, shoving him away. “I've had enough! I’m tired of putting up with this kind of treatment! I like Bella and I'm fine with your communication with her, but you've crossed the line!”

“[Y/N], let me explain…”

“No, Jacob. It's over.” You tried to pull your hand free from his strong grip, but it was no use. “Let me go!” You couldn't hold back any longer and slapped him across the face. Everyone who was laughing fell silent at the sound of the pained cry that escaped your lips. “Damn it! Damn it!” You pressed your injured hand against yourself and dropped to your knees. The guy tried to approach you, but you pushed him away with your healthy hand. Then Embry and Quil rushed over, helping you to your feet and guiding you into the car to take you to the Cullens.

“Now that’s a solid punch,” Jared chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. “You know, puppies need to be trained.” Almost immediately, he received a punch to the stomach from Jacob.

Jacob paced back and forth, reflecting on his behavior. Had he really messed up? Undoubtedly. He had kissed someone else's girlfriend while he already had one of his own. Slapping himself on the cheek, Jacob sank down onto his bed, pulling his knees to his chest. Just then, he heard his father opening the front door and conversing with someone. Straining to listen, he quickly recognized your voice and bolted out of his room, knocking things over in his haste.

The moment he caught sight of you, he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground in a joyful spin. With a health hand, you playfully tapped his shoulder, signaling him to set you down.

“Forgive me! I'm so messed up!” He finally set you down on the floor. “I swear I’ll never do anything like that again. You’re my one and only! I didn’t realize how much you were hurting.” He let go of your head but immediately lifted it again. “Go on, hit me as hard as you can so that I feel the pain!” He spread his arms wide, exposing his chest and waiting for you to strike.

“Oh, no! I’m not going to hit you!” You waved your casted arm in front of him, chuckling.

“I think I'm going to hit him!” Jared's voice echoed who had brought you here, as he approached Jacob, and without a second thought, he shoved his friend outside and landed a solid punch to his gut, sending Jacob flying several meters and crashing through a couple of trees. You stood there in shock, mouth agape, watching Jacob laugh as he dusted himself off, shaking off the dirt and debris.

“Well, now he definitely won’t be bothering you anymore,” Jared winked at you, then took off running as Jacob playfully tried to retaliate with a mock punch. You let out a deep sigh, and suddenly heard a matching weighty sigh beside you. Billy shook his head, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and invited you to join him for a cup of tea, sensing that the boys would keep up their antics for quite some time.

© 2024 do not reblog, copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages.

[retrocesosdestacion]

CAPTAIN OF DREAMS. | leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

genre: little fluff.

warnings: reader unable to confess feelings (?), bit of swearing and maybe friends to lovers

notes: yeh this is the first fic that i wrote and that i will post at the same, i hope you like it. I couldn't build a big fic that could deepen the relationship between the two, so it's pretty superficial. 🦦

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Leah Williamson, your best friend, is the woman you have a crush on, but nobody knows it.

Before every match, Leah always put on her captain armband (regularly precise), but today she messed up trying to put it; yet this time, you were here.

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.” Chbosky.

❝ Hey, [reader]. Do you know where they stow the armband? ❞ You heard Leah inquire, standing in front of you, while the blonde rummaged through the clothes thrown inside her own suitcase and in the surroundings. ❝ I don't know where's that shit. ❞

It was game day, specifically against the Spurs. All the players were excited, getting ready for the match and chatting inside the locker room, since there was almost half an hour left for the game to start.

And you were no different, next to Leah's cabin, you had already started to put on your socks while talking to her.

Williamson and you have been best friends for a long, long time. You two have always been known as the football duo, always together; walking, eating, doing anything possible.

The big controversy is that last year your heart has blossomed even more for Leah Williamson. At first, you forced yourself to erase this feeling, but it failed.

Now, you support your love for the english while having to act like a mere friend, unable to confess due to fear of rejection.

❝ Here. ❞ You utter by raising your right index finger, accompanied by the armband on your fingertip. It was even incredible how the defender would not see the trimming on top of the bench, on her other side. ❝ When are you going to have an eye exam? ❞

Leah immediately gape at you, from the moment you burst into silly giggles, mocking the woman's poor eyesight. The defender's iconic grim expression was one of the main reasons to make you laugh.

❝ Huh, shut up. I have a perfect eyesight. ❞ Williamson tried to issue the sentence without laughing, but failed; also laughing at your joke. ❝ It was just inattention. ❞

❝ Oh yes, Captain! ❞ The enthusiastic tone wasn't hidden, you loved calling her by nicknames like that; meant a lot to both of you.

The english cackle again, giving you a little shove on the shoulder.

Suddenly, your eyes fell on the magnificence that was Williamson's face, especially when she display that smile. For moments like these, you would never confess to Leah.

Trading days where you could see that comforting giggles for a single day of anxiety over the answer that, you probably knew, didn't sound fair.

Leah sat next to you, on the same bench as you. The blonde body wedged to your left, now starting to put on the armband.

If it were last year, all this would not matter at all; something common and normal among friends. But now, everything was different, every attitude that Williamson made near or with you, had some meaning.

❝ Oh, what the hell. ❞ You came back to reality when you heard the defender grunt and complain.

When you looked to the side, leaning a little so that you could have a more concrete view, you saw...

…Leah Williamson struggling to put on the armbrand?

For a while your reaction was unusual, after all, Leah almost always wore armbands, it was a recurring thing on match days. Seeing the woman not being able to use the accessory was something even weird.

❝ What are you trying to do? ❞ You grill, slanting your head to the side.

❝ That bloody armband is not closing! ❞ Leah said through heavy sighs, her lungs almost tired from trying to force the accessory to close.

You poked Williamson. ❝ It's not about strenght. It's about technique, silly. ❞

The english turned her face towards you, raising one of her eyebrows, looking to doubt your sentence. ❝ Then help me, lady genius. ❞

Before getting up, you frowned, feigning indignation at the ignorance of others. You lifted your body, stepping in front of Leah and almost kneeling down, to be level with the armband.

❝ Give it to me. ❞ You stretched out your hand, enough so that the blonde could pass you the armband. ❝ Lower your shoulder a little more, please. ❞

And Leah lived up to her sentence. You just didn't expect that with such an inclination, the blonde's face would get so close.

Thus, your heartbeat immediately accelerates, accelerates fast as a race car leaving the starting line. All of a sudden, you could feel your heart almost come out of your mouth.

Your best friend's cerulean eyes managed to be so much prettier up close. The calm, serene breath flying close to your face was just too hard not to ignore.

❝ What are you waiting for, hm? ❞ Hearing Williamson's voice calmed your thoughts; except the heart.

❝ Sorry. ❞

You shook your head in an attempt to dismiss those thoughts away. Back to help, you opened the armband and slowly placed it under Leah's armpit area.

Over the sleeve of the red and white jersey, you stretched the accessory tightly enough so that it could close.

Indeed, the armband wasn't the right size for Williamson, but it wasn't anything that interfered with her blood circulation.

❝ Is that good? Do you want me to unscrew it or tighten it more? ❞ You asked after finishing, with the armband perfectly placed on the woman's arm.

Before answering, Leah waved her arm, staggered from side to side, comforting herself with the acessory. She also didn't fail to run her fingerprints over the fabric.

❝ Yes, perfect! ❞ Williamson brought her fingers to your face, all of them. ❝ Thank you so much, [reader], you are literally my lucky charm. ❞

The words of thanks were enough to make you redden, and the warm digits around your face only help with that.

If there was a mirror in front of you, you could see how red you were; red as a cherry.

Leah's fingers didn't let go, they stayed there. You took your right hand, previously used to close the clamp, now over the english's grip.

❝ You're welcome, but it wasn't a big deal, Leah. ❞ It was the only thing you could think of to answer. ❝ Next time, try first closing and then putting it. ❞

Leah smiled her dear smile, that bright, beautiful smile; the one you wanted to see every day by your side in bed. Amidst the scattered thoughts, you felt your face being pulled.

Williamson pulled your face up, enough so that she could place her lips on your forehead, canoodling it in thanks. ❝ I don't need to worry about it! Next time, you'll be with me again. ❞

That was enough to make you burst into higly strung, anxious, and loving chuckles. Deep down, you loved the way Leah made you feel. ❝ If you say so…I'm available, always. Especially when it comes to you. ❞

You didn't miss the opportunity to emphasis on how you would unconditionally support the english, regarding the friendship between the two of you.

Legs lifted and you returned to the bench, now closer to Williamson, almost glued to her side. From the moment you got up, you didn't let go of the captain's fingers.

Your globes landed back on the face of the woman you loved so much. Her look transcended the words you would never have the courage to say to her, Leah's eyes shone intensely, screaming affection and tenderness.

If Leah Williamson was a little smarter, she might get that message. But she was more focused playing with your long fingers, intertwining them, touching them against each other and who knows what else.

Lost in the midst of passionate thoughts, you didn't even notice the english's eyes staring back at you. ❝ [reader], you know what you look like every time you do that? ❞ Leah said.

❝ Huh? ❞ You blinked once, twice, several times until you came back to reality and understood what she said.

❝ A girlfriend. ❞ Williamson mumbled naively.

You fake coughed, your fingers slowly stopped playing with the defender's and your head wobbled to the side. ❝ How so? ❞ And like anyone else, you didn't miss the opportunity.

❝ Maybe it sounds strange, but having you by my side is the best thing in the world... Just like a girlfriend. ❞ The blonde justified the sudden sentence.

❝ Is this good? ❞ Your lips released without a second thought.

❝ It depends, do you like this idea? ❞ Leah replied.

Each time this conversation went on, the more anxious and hopeful you became. ❝ I think so. ❞ You confirmed with a simple smirk, so you wouldn't betray your nervousness.

❝ So you're like my girlfriend! ❞ Williamson responded quickly and with her typical zealous and fun-loving tone.

At this point, you wouldn't be able to decipher whether this was something positive or negative, something cute or just Leah playing with your feelings. The only thing you were sure of, was that you were enjoying this conversation, and you didn't want it to end so soon.

❝ Right, I'll play that part then. ❞ You whispered, chaffing, close to the side of the woman's face, before you laid your face on her shoulder.

Leah Williamson managed to mess with your mind: as much as you hated this 'joke', you also loved it.

You hated that you couldn't tell the truth, as you couldn't say that you really, really want to be Williamson's girlfriend. But you had devotion, warmth for how Leah treated you so well and how she always heed you, like a friend.

To summarize, keeping your mouth shut and appreciating all these attitudes rather than losing friendship with the english would, perhaps, be the best option.

Being able always here to help Leah Williamson put on the captain's armband would be a thousand times better than confessing.

❝ I love you, my dearest captain. ❞ You murmured so low and comical, but the defender still made the effort to be able to hear your sweet words.

❝ I love you too, [reader]! ❞ Williamson replied in the same tone, confidentially snooping into your face. ❝ Ready to bust in the field? ❞ She questioned, referencing the match that soon would start.

You didn't say anything, you just raised your left-handed fist, demonstrating a movement that meant readiness.

Leah chuckle, aiming to never take her eyes off you.

If you were facing her face to face, you would be able to admire your captain's beautiful dilated blue pupils.

And if you knew this information, maybe, all of this didn't just mean friendship, for either of them.

[animekpopsimp]

You Come Back Home Injured (Stardew Valley Characters)

Abigail

When she hears the door open she turns to greet you with a smile on her face. But it doesn't last long as she notices the state you're in, you were covered in injuries and bleeding. Panicked, she ran over to you and wrapped her arms around you to keep you from hitting the ground. She would be too worried to say anything as she takes you to the bed before grabbing the first-aid kit to patch you up. The whole time you were unconscious she stayed by your side, not wanting to leave you. The moment you wake up, she pulls you into a hug, waring you to be more careful next time.

Sebastian

When Robin comes rushing down to his room to tell him that you had been taken to Harvey with some pretty bad injuries, he doesn't believe it at first. But after a while panic starts to settle in the bottom of Sebastian's stomach. He rushes to where you're being treated, startling Maru, who takes him to where you're laying. Sebastian feels like he's going to throw up when he sees the condition you're in, unconscious and with bandages wrapped around your midsection. He doesn't say anything as he takes a seat next to you, holding your hand in his own. He waits until you wake up, and all he can feel is relief. He doesn't scold you, he's just glad you're ok.

Shane

Shane spits out his drink when he hears what happened. he's never run faster in his life than at that moment. He finds you being treated by Harvey, and his heart sinks when he sees the condition you're in. Shane watched from a distance, physically unable to get closer until the doctor is done treating you. He can't bring himself to say anything, even when you wake up, he just pulls you into a hug, happy to see you alive.

Harvey

Maru is the one who brings you in, bleeding. He instantly begins to panic seeing the condition you're in, but he keeps his cool for your sake. His hands are shaking slightly as he treats you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He's there when you wake up, warning you to be more careful next time. He can't stand the thought of you dying on his watch.

Emily

You had been gone for a while and Emily had gotten worried, she couldn't wait so she decided to look for you herself. That's how she found you unconscious at the entrance of the cave. She tries her best not to panic as she brings you back to your house and spends who knows how long treating your injuries. She stays by your side the whole time and is the first person you see when you wake up. She scolds you for worrying her as much as you did.

Maru

Maru is working at the front desk of Harvey's office when you're brought in by Sam. Her eyes go wide seeing the blood staining your clothes. She can feel herself shaking as she leads him to the back and watches him lay you down on one of the beds. It's hard for her to wait while Harvey treats your injuries, but she keeps her composure. Finally, after a while, she's allowed to see you. She's happy to see you awake. She doesn't even have the heart to scold you for worrying her.

Leah

Leah is outside when you stumble up to her cabin, she swears she can feel her heart race as she runs over to you, catching you in her arms. Seeing the state you're in she panics and brings you into her home. Luckily your injuries aren't too serious as she can patch you up. She lets you lay in her bed until you wake up, scolding you for being so reckless.

Sam

Alex runs up to Sam, telling him how you had been found injured near the mines. After hearing about what happened, Sam can't think of anything else as he rushes over to Harvey's office where you're being taken care of. Once Harvey finally lets him see you he almost cries. He's glued to your side until you wake up.

Alex

Alex immediately runs to Harvey's office when he hears that you've been injured. He almost can't stand to see the state you're in, and he can't help but blame himself. Harvey reassures him that you'll be ok, and he finally calms down. He stays with you until you're awake, silently comforting you.

Elliot

Elliot swears his heart stops when he's told you're injured, he rushes over to see you, almost crying when he finds out the extent of you're injuries. Elliot composes himself but deep down, he's terrified that he'll lose you. He doesn't want to lose you.

Penny

Penny starts sobbing when she sees your injured form in Harvey's office. She doesn't stop crying until you wake up, she pulls you into a hug, begging you to be more careful.

Haley

Haley can't process the fact that you're injured. She rushes to Harvey's office, desperate to see you and make sure you're ok. She stays with you until you wake up and makes sure to take you home herself.

[clarksels]

Limbo: Leah x reader

You arrived home after working out and greeted your girlfriend "I'm home love" Leah looked upset "are you ok?" your girlfriend looked at you from head to toe "I had a dream" when she said that a laugh came out of you, during the time you have been living together Leah one day wakes up upset because she dreams that you are unfaithful to her, in your defense you used to flirt with many girls but since you are with Leah you only have eyes for her.

"Now who was it with? Vivianne?" you said hugging her and giving her many kisses on her face "Yes, Viv" she surprised you "I'm a witch" Leah rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen.

"baby, I want us to do something special for our first anniversary" you said from the other side of the dining room "we are already planning to go on a trip" for a month now they have been planning to go away just the two of them for a week trip, they can't take more time, even though they are always together they want some alone time away from the city.

"I was thinking about getting a tattoo as a couple" you finished the word and Leah blurted out "no" you already had several tattoos and you always found it romantic to wear something special on your skin, you had already given Leah a necklace with your initial and you were wearing one with hers, but you wanted something more, something you wouldn't have to take off during the games.

"I'm sure Viv would" Leah threw a grape in your face "I'm sorry, but this is important to me" you got up to go to where she was "I was going to ask you since it was our one month anniversary, but I waited" you pulled Leah's hair away from her neck so you could kiss it "say yes baby".

"I don't know y/n, I'll think about it" "you want me to help you think?" you told her in hate with your seduction voice, Leah turned and threw you another grape "Leah Williamson stop playing with your food" she looked at you smiling "and you stop insisting, I said I'll think about it".

After a while of conversation you came back to the subject of the tattoo "you know? call me an ink addict but I already got a tattoo for you" Leah tried to remember if you had gotten a tattoo recently but no, during the year you had been together you hadn't gotten a tattoo.

"it was when we became friends" you started to tell her "it's on my ankle" Leah immediately asked you "left or right?" you smiled when you heard her question, that meant she knew every part of you "right".

"but it just -limbo- it's the only one you have on your right ankle" Leah said not understanding why that tattoo was for her "when I met you, you took me out of limbo, after a long time all life made sense again, because I met you" Leah took her hand to her neck and played with the charm with your initial she was wearing "I love you Leah" your girlfriend came to you and sat on your lap "you win y/n, I want a tattoo" she gave you a short kiss "what idea do you have in mind?" you got up from your seat carrying Leah "you and me in the shower" you said taking your girlfriend for a bath.

[noarawriteszr]

Could we get one with Leah (coral island) being flustered by the farmer internally but hiding it behind her cold exterior she projects?

hey hey! how are you? this was a GREAT request >-< tbh I think I changed a little bit of how the story should go, and I'm sorry I took so long ughh :/ But I really do hope u like it! <3

I care!

When you got into the island most of people were so kind and lovely to you, it really does seem like a dream except when you meet people that weren't exactly that kind.

One of these people was Leah, she was so rude and you definitely couldn't believe when some people told you that she haves a soft spot.

For you, her hobby and soft spot seem like humiliating you or teasing in all the chance she can. You can remember her cold voice whenever she needs to say something to you, and it was definitely not pleasing to hear all the time that someone doesn't care about you.

Although when Erika told you that Leah has a soft spot, you got interest to see what's going on with that pink hair girlie. So your routine changed quickly, and with the help of Erika, you got to know of Leah's schedule. Maybe if you could hang out with her more, she would be more sweet to you...

Oh, how you were wrong.. Leah treated you like a trash and made sure you knew about her "dislike."

Although you weren't dumb.. you saw the way her eyes searched for you in the crowd, the way she always sits next to you in any festival. Plus: You kinda overheard Leah cursing Mark when he made fun of you.

Hmmm.. so that's how it works. You decided to test the theory for real and ask Theo to help you. Basically, if she doesn't care about you, she shouldn't feel jealous when you flirt with Theo, right?

You danced with him all night and felt her angry eyes follow you both the entire time. When you two finally stopped dancing and you went to grab a drink, she went stomping to you and pushed you against the wall(kdrama vibes, hehe sorry)

" What the hell was that?!?!? He's not even your type!"

You laughed in her face, which made her turn even more red with anger. What she didn't expect was you to turn to her and say:

"I don't see why this is a problem, Leah. He's kinda cute and single. You didn't make a move yet, so I thought it was fine for me to do it." You sure know for a fact that she saw red and suddenly she confesses her biggest secret:

"I don't care about him, I care about you, idiot!!" She almost ran away from you, but you manage to grab her arm to pull her against you, whispering into her ears:

"Seems like you care after all."

[valley-of-headcanons]

Hiya!! Your writing is really, really good!!!! I then saw you were taking requests and I just had to submit something lol

If you want (and this can be headcanons or a one shot, whichever you'd rather write!), maybe a fluff fic with Leah and either the farmer asking her out or proposing?

Of course you also don't have to do it if you don't want! ^^ Keep up the awesome work, and I'm looking forward to seeing what you write in the future!! 💜

asking leah to be your girlfriend and proposing || headcanons

leah will obviously be the best girlfriend, and the best wife!

warnings: so sweet it might actually kill you, fluffier than every cloud in the sky, i really don't have any warnings aside from you might get cavities :(

requested by: @ambersky0319 , thank you so much for requesting!! you're so sweet <3 i decided to do headcanons so that i could do both for you! thank you so much for the request!! <33

asking her to be your girlfriend

• Leah is a big fan of nature, you knew that pretty well. You thought incorporating nature into asking her out would be sweet! The custom for asking people out in this town is a bouquet of flowers, so you practically raced to Pierre's. You planned a cute little picnic for her at the beach, prepared with all of her favorite foods and the nicest bottle of wine you could find.

• You two went at night, so that she could listen to the beautiful waves at night and look up at the gorgeous starts at the same time. Small little candles lit up the surrounding area, placed perfectly for her.

• As she saw the beautiful sight before her, she looked at you in disbelief. “Wow ... this is so thoughtful ... and really, really pretty. This is all for me? ... thank you, this is so sweet.” Her face was flushed a soft pink, complementing the purple in her eyes.

• She couldn't believe her eyes when you pulled out the gorgeous bouquet of flowers. She covered her mouth with her hand, soft giggles escaping her lips. As you went on about how much you enjoyed spending time with her and how much you wanted her to be your girlfriend, her heart was exploding.

• “Of course I'll be your girlfriend, you're just so- ... so wonderful. I'm not the best with words, I'm definitely better at showing you how much I appreciate you with gifts, and actions, and stuff like that ... but I really do appreciate everything you do for me, and I feel the same way you do. I'll be the best girlfriend I can be.”

• She couldn't sleep that night when she got back to her cabin, so she ended up creating a sculpture. It was a small statue of hands holding a heart, representing herself giving you her heart to keep. She delivered it to your mailbox during the night, a small love note beside it. It was too sweet.

proposing

• Leah is a smart cookie, so she was suspecting that you were going to propose soon. She had no earthly idea how or when you would do it, though. She was starting to get a little nervous, what if she accidentally ruined it in some way? She was so worried, but when her anxious thoughts got to her, she realized that she would be marrying the love of her life. All that stuff didn't matter if she was with you.

• However, you were set on making this perfect. You had to one-up asking her out, you had to absolutely make this perfect! You thought and you thought about what you could do to make this perfect. You decided to commission for Robin to build a treehouse in your yard. You had the perfect idea.

• You brought Leah up into the treehouse one night, covering her eyes with your hands as soon as she was safely up the ladder. As you led her in, she was beginning to get sick of waiting. “Love, what's the surprise? You're killing me over here!” she said with a soft giggle.

• Uncovering her eyes revealed the beauty of the small treehouse. It was decorated with beautiful vines and fairy lights, a stunning nature aesthetic. There was a pallet of blankets and pillows, along with a projector. There was also a seating area with the most comfortable chairs to eat dinner in. Her favorite food was prepared on the table, along with her favorite flowers in a vase.

• “All of this is for us? ... this is beautiful, I can't wait to spend endless time in here ...” she smiled softly as you led her to the table. Soft, lovey dovey talk filled the air. You couldn't believe how much love she had for you, and how much love you had for her. It was beautiful, ideal, and perfect.

• As you brought out the shining mermaid pendant, tears filled her eyes. She was beyond excited, her response perfectly painted on her face. Your proposal was beautiful, and all she could do is nod as she began to get hysterical. “Gosh- I love you so much! Of course I'll be your wife, I've wanted to marry you for so long ... I'm so excited! I-I was so nervous, but when I'm with you it all goes away because I know ... I know this is where I'm meant to be. This is where my life is supposed to take me, and I'm so glad it's with you, my love.”

• You two stayed up all night, cuddling and talking in your newly built treehouse. A space just for you two, a sanctuary away from daily life. You two loved each other so much, and the rest of your life was about to begin. It was beyond exciting.

[kur0m1sblog]

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Thrax NSFW headcanons. 18+

SUMMARY: NSFW headcanons for Thrax from Osmosis Jones, MINORS DNI.

The Best Things About Thrax.

SUMMARY: Some of the best features of Thrax if you two were dating

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[eileenslibrary]

omw to ask for a leah (stardew valley) x fem! reader where leah and reader had a hard day and just cuddle. (pls only do this if ur requests are open and if you feel comfortable writing it! <33)

Of course ask for anything (minus what I say I won't write) also @keith-rammonhoth1 I know you love her and Elliot, gender is not specified because I didn't know where to put it without making it sound weird so please excuse me on that one.

You wipe the mud from your face sweat dripping down your forehead, you check the time on your watch 4:30 P.M. looking back at the volcano you promise you'll comeback bright and early tomorrow. You walk to the dock to board Willy's boat, on the way back you see fish swimming near the top of the water, you fill up on a few magma caps before you pull up to the dock. After you reach the shore you immediately make a run for your farm.

You check in with your animals before entering the house. When you enter an inviting waft of tropical curry flies in your face.

"Oh my god Leah that smells Devine" You sigh as you approach her wrapping your arms around her waist.

"And you stink, go wash up and hurry wouldn't want to miss this delicious Tropical curry" she teases in a sing song voice.

You quickly run to the bathroom to shower rinsing your hair and body before changing in a stretched out T-shirt and some soft sweatpants, you head back into the kitchen taking notice of the new arts and crafts on the kitchen table, you look at your beautiful wife and take notice of her in one of your favorite hoodies and a pair of shorts, Leah turns over her shoulder to look at you.

Smiling gently she asks "what are you standing there for? for come and eat" she says handing a bowl to you.

You roll your eyes and grab the bowl before dishing up and walking to the couch, you place your food down and pick up the fluffy blanket before holding it up for Leah to slide under, you pick up the remote and put on your guy's comfort movie. After it started you grab your bowl and begin digging in.

"How was your day my love?" you ask.

"It was fine, I nicked my hand while wood working, and then I had to run into town because I ran out of paint" she sighs in a grumpy tone.

"What about you?" she asks you in return.

"Not much just the usual fighting lava creatures and nearly burning to death" you say sarcastically.

She laughs before standing and taking your bowls to the kitchen, she comes and sits back on the couch, you roll over and stretch out letting her arms wrap around your middle section laying her head on your chest.

"I love you, and I'm glad you came back home safe" she says breathing in a breath before releasing it.

"As am I" you reply.

Eventually she fell asleep in your arms, you pick her up bridal style and carry her to the bed, tucking her in you go to your side and get under the covers, you hear her shuffle, she tucks herself in your arms her head laying on your chest.

"Sorry I tried not to wake you up" you whisper out in apology.

"It's fine, I just missed you today" she admits into the side of your neck.

"Do you have to go tomorrow?" she asks in a quiet tone.

"Well I guess I can take a day off" you sigh looking at her with a smile.

"Thank you my dove" she exhales into your neck.

You both drifted into a peaceful slumber cradling each other closely.

a/n: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed I love doing your requests, I have lost track of that plot board I will try to finish it. Please send more. I will leak a sneak peak of an up and coming fic. Its title is gonna be something like "Earthy Ground Not Best Suited For Those Of Stars"

-Time to do what my tumblr name says now love ya guys and take care.

[writing-for-twilight]

For Anonymous

Who asked: Please one where Leah finds a girlfriend/ her imprint. Like they both work at an animal rescue or the imprint finds her as a wolf. Thanks

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POV: Third Person 

Characters: Leah Clearwater, Female!reader

Pairing: Leah Clearwater x Female!reader (established relationship) 

Genre: Fluff 

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Leah never imagined that she would find love again, but she had. 

In the most unexpected place. 

At the animal rescue she volunteered whenever she had free time. It was there that she met Y/N and they immediately clicked, finding out that they had many things in common. 

Being with Y/N was easy. 

Time flew by so quickly that before Leah knew it, the sun was beginning to set and she had to go back home. 

Leah hadn't felt this way in such a long time, and never wanted it to end. 

She was already looking forward to spending time with Y/N again. 

[yeehawbvby]

Leah with a farmer that was trying to be an artist, but got stuck in the dead-end Joja job and decided to quit to be a farmer, but now they miss being able to make art cause there's like no time in the day for it, so Leah sets up a whole thing for them to just make art for a whole day.

I’ve barely written for Leah before, so fingers crossed this is alright!! :’) Hope you don't mind the established relationship either.

Thanks so much for your patience, I hope you enjoy! x 

Down by the River (Leah x GN!Reader)

Rating: G | WC: 933

Sometimes when I’m out amidst my crops, I lay down for a bit and look up at the sky. I study the way the clouds make vivid shapes from their vapor; how birds fly in a perfect pattern, going Yoba knows where; the way the inner atmosphere of our planet looks hand-painted by Lupini himself. 

Other times, I’ll sit amongst my chickens and ducklings by the pond, amazed at how brightly their feathers contrast against the dull dirt, and how the water sparkles as it splashes against their plump little bodies that float atop it.

There’s so much beauty in nature, and while I love what I do, I want nothing more than to be able to create something just as beautiful as the scenery I work in every day, of every month, of every year.

My wife gets to do such things for a living. I love Leah more than life itself, but I can’t help the jealousy that seeps through me as I watch her etch away at old wood, or paint anything she wants on hand-stretched canvas at any given time of the day. It’s one of the things I love most about her – her love for art being just as fierce as mine – but I wish I could be at her side, collaborating on pieces, or simply being in each other’s presence while we do our own thing.

One early spring morning, I wake up to an empty bed. I’m used to this, though. Leah’s always been an early bird. Unlike most mornings, there’s a note waiting for me on her pillow.

“Hope you slept well <3

There’s something I wanna show you! Meet me at my place at 10.

(Don’t worry about the farm – I got up extra early to water the crops and feed the animals.)

Enjoy your morning off! :) 

P.S. There’s some freshly cut fruit in the fridge, if you want some with your breakfast!”

Relief washes over me as I lay back down on my pillow. Even through winter, I’m often busy cleaning the barns and coops or upkeeping our wine and cheese fermentation... It’s been so long since I’ve been able to simply be, much less spend even a few mere hours with my love. I take the opportunity she’s given me to sleep in a little bit longer.

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As I approach Leah’s cottage, I shift through a few different emotions. 

First up is confusion. What’s all this stuff laid out on her front lawn? There’s a huge, yellow gingham picnic blanket sprawled by the river, with a small record player next to it. The blanket is covered in paints, small canvases, wood blocks, clay…

My second feeling is happiness. I notice that on the blanket is also a bottle of Blue Moon wine, with two cups and two water bottles all placed neatly in a straw basket. There are two palettes and two sets of brushes of varying sizes. Two sets of pencils, charcoals, pastels; two clusters of tools to carve and sculpt with.

Third? Love. Having expected me, Leah exits her old home just as I near her set-up. Her hair, as usual, is draped to the side in a long braid, but today she’s woven small flowers into it. Her freckled, sun-kissed cheeks are dusted beautifully pink as she looks at me from large, periwinkle eyes, waiting for my reaction to her surprise. 

“Do you like it?” she asks, basking in the scene she’s created. “I know it’s been bugging you that you never really have time to make your own art, so I figured we could spend the day doing just that!”

I nod, tears welling in my eyes. “Leah, this is perfect,” I sniffle, pulling her into my arms. Her hugs have always been just as warm and welcoming as her paintings. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Thank you.” She pulls away from my embrace, takes my hands in hers, and meets my lips with a soft kiss before explaining herself. “You’re the reason I’m able to spend as much time on personal projects as I do commissioned work. You’ve given me the best life I could’ve asked for.”

Leah beams at me, and I swear her smile makes my stomach flutter with butterflies. She continues softly, “You know, you can ask me for help on the farm any time you want. I know you take pride in your work, but you deserve time to do the things you love too. Okay?”

I nod again, feeling a weight that I didn’t know my shoulders bore being lifted off them. Untangling our fingers, I cup Leah’s face and kiss her again. “I love you so much.” Placing my forehead gently against hers, I whisper, “Seriously, thank you for this.”

“I love you too.” My wife plants a kiss on the tip of my nose before pulling away again. She playfully quips, “You can thank me by making some cool stuff for me to look at! Come on!”

I follow her onto the blanket, my cheeks sore from grinning so widely. “Let me draw your portrait?” 

“Only if I can paint yours!” she counters. 

Having been so long since I’ve last made anything, I start off feeling a bit rusty. But just as fluidly as the river flows, I sink back into a familiar rhythm. With some of the most picturesque scenery one could ever imagine, everything I need to create anything I want within an arm’s reach, and my amazing partner at my side, I have the most perfect day I could’ve asked for.

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Stardew Valley Masterlist

Abigail

Nothing yet...

Haley

WIP - Parents (?k) Starting a family can be scary, but you and Haley are always there for each other regardless.

Leah

Nothing yet...

[sdvbee]

your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon & to saturn ;; leah x reader

ship: leah x female farmer word count: 2.5k description: the slow & tedious development of your relationship with leah. based off "seven" by taylor swift. warnings: mentions of child abuse, abusive parents, physical abuse. (all mentioned, not explicit) do not read if these will trigger you. read on ao3!

chapter i: seven to fifteen

The first time you spent the month of July on your grandfather’s farm, you were seven years old. Your mother stayed with you for that first visit, sharing the guest bedroom with you. Every summer after that, though, it was just you and your grandfather for 31 days. 

Pelican Town was a small coastal town located in Stardew Valley, with few residents and fewer things to do. But as a child, that didn’t matter much to you. It just meant you knew everyone and everyone knew you. Your grandfather always told you that the lack of things to do made you use your imagination. 

There were quite a few kids your age in the town, but your best friend was Leah. Leah came around to Pelican Town once a year, for two weeks in the summer that overlapped perfectly with your visits. Her family owned a little cottage just south of the farm, and like the farm, it had been passed down through the generations. 

The very first place you showed Leah was your treehouse, Maplewood Mansion. You weren’t sure if it was actually made out of maplewood, but you didn’t really care. It was a small little clubhouse, not meant for more than a few kids, but to you it really did feel like a mansion. It was your own space, a place where you could escape from your problems. Pelican Town as a whole made you feel like that, but Maplewood Mansion served as a pocket inside of that where you could just…be.

The interior was insulated, so you could stay in there as long as you wanted without worrying about freezing. It had a few bean bag chairs, and a bookcase filled to the brim. Different drawings you made over the years decorated the wooden walls. Your grandpa worked hard to personalize it to you. 

You giggled as you climbed the ladder up the tree, Leah close in tow. “My grandpa built this for me,” you explained excitedly. She “oohed” as you ascended into the house, looking around in awe.

“Really?” She asked incredulously.

“Uh-huh! He’s real cool.” You took a piece of paper off the wall. It was a bunch of scribbles in various colors, mixing in places to make a weird shade of brown. At the bottom, it read your name and the year you drew it. “I drew this for him when I was, like, a baby.”

“I like that a lot,” she said. Her voice was quiet and timid. 

“You’re shy,” you said. Her face turned almost as red as her hair.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! I’ll help you not be shy.” You shrugged. 

Despite your promise, the two of you really kept to yourselves when she was around. Your days were spent in Cindersap forest, playing in Maplewood Mansion. Every day was a new adventure; it was only a matter of what the adventure was. Some days you were pirates, others you were princesses, and some days you were nothing special at all. You liked those days most of all, where you were just yourself and Leah was just Leah.

After Leah left for the summer for the first time, you weren’t sure what to do without her. You knew about the other kids in town, but you hadn’t talked to them before. Ever the outgoing child, though, you were able to weasel your way into the lives of Sam, Sebastian, and Abigail. 

They were much different than Leah, you found. Especially Abigail. Where Leah liked to be princesses with you, Abigail liked to be a knight. Where Leah was quiet, Abigail was loud. It wasn’t a bad thing, and you liked Abigail a lot, but you missed Leah. 

Sam was loud, brash, and outgoing. He was often the ringleader between the four of you. He was a small blond boy, covered in bandaids and bruises from his many tumbles off his bike or skateboard. Sebastian was always quiet and soft spoken, giving the false impression that he was well-behaved. One of his favorite things was going to the creek and catching frogs. He never kept them, though. He’d catch the slimy creatures in his hands, laugh, then let them go.

“I wonder if the frog would turn into a prince if I kissed it!” You mused one day. You were sitting on the rocks by the creek with your three friends. They were all knee-deep in the water, splashing around and trying to nab the animals. Sebastian was definitely the best out of the three; he always won the little competition that they made frog-catching into.

“What? No way!” Sam said, looking over at you. “That’s only in fairytales.”

“You should try it,” Abigail encouraged. As if on cue, Sebastian pulled a small green frog out of the water. It squirmed a little, getting ready to jump, but he kept a good grip on the amphibian. 

“Demetrius says that frogs carry diseases,” he said, “and that we shouldn’t put them near our faces.”

“I guess so,” you replied, dejected. 

“Kiss it!” Sam said, lifting up his own frog. In response, you made a face.

“No, I won’t actually!” You argued. “I was just wondering if it could happen.”

“You’re scaaared,” he sang. 

“I am not!” You stood up and crossed your arms. “I’m not scared!”

“Then kiss it!” Abigail laughed. You huffed.

“Fine. Give it to me.” You reached out. Sam carefully placed the frog in your hands, a devious smile on his face. Sam was always sweet, but he was also quite the typical boy. 

You took it in your hands and stared at it for a minute. It was slimy and bumpy and gross, more brown than green, but its big black eyes were a little cute. It had spots all over it which put you off, but you were not going to back down from the challenge your friends presented you with. Part of you always felt a little disconnected from the trio. They lived in Stardew Valley year-round, so they were always together. You were just that weird kid that came around once a year to play with them. You had to impress them.

You squeezed your eyes shut and puckered your lips, trying your best to ignore the giggling of your friends. Slowly, you moved the frog closer to your mouth. As soon as your lips touched the scaly creature, you shrieked and tossed it back in the pond. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, making “blech” noises as you did. 

“Eww!” You yelled. 

“You really did it!” Abigail said, laughing hysterically. For a minute, you were mad. They only wanted you to do that for their own entertainment. But before you could let it boil, you found yourself laughing with them. 

Sam, Abigail, and Sebastian were great. You were good friends with them, but your favorite time of year was the two weeks you got to spend with Leah.

One summer, sitting by the fountain, Leah asked you a weird question:

“Do you think we could get married someday?”

She looked over at you, her fiery red hair sticking out in all different paces. In typical childlike fashion, the two of you had spent your day rolling around in the grass without a care in the world. Her jeans were covered in grass stains, dirt smudged on her cheek. Leah never had been a very “neat” young girl, but neither had you.

Giggles bubbled up in your chest. “You’re silly, Lee. Two girls can’t get married!”

For a brief moment, something akin to sadness flashed across your best friend’s face. You didn’t have time to process it, though, before she herself was laughing, too. 

“The streetlights are coming on,” Leah said, once the laughter faded. “I should go home before my dad gets mad.”

“Okay,” you replied. Leah’s family had a lot of expectations of her, but her dad had one main rule, held above all the rest: when the streetlights come on, you need to come home. Your grandfather, an old soul at heart, didn’t care much when you came home as long as you were home for dinner. He really just wanted to know you were out having childlike adventures in the town he loved so much.

Leah stood up and brushed off her jeans, then dipped her hands into the fountain. She rubbed the water on her face, washing off any remnants of dirt.

He doesn’t like when I come home dirty, she had once explained to you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said happily. Leah looked at you and smiled, all crooked baby teeth and freckles. Her eyes shone, and for a moment you thought she looked kind of like a princess.

You smiled to yourself as you watched your friends swim in the pond. You were sitting in the grass beside Leah, your knees pulled up to your chest. Water dripped from your hair, soothing your hot, sunburnt skin. Alex was on the tire swing, getting ready to launch into the cool water. You didn’t know him well, but apparently he had moved to Stardew Valley a few months ago to live with his grandparents. 

“Alex is brave for that,” you said with a laugh. It was silly, but the idea of launching off a tire swing and freefalling through the air was not all that appealing to you.

“Do you think he’s cute?” Leah asked suddenly. You furrowed your brow in confusion and looked at her. Sure, Alex was cute, but you didn’t know him. Besides, you’d never had much of an interest in boys. 15-year-olds had much more to worry about than boys.

“I mean, I guess so.” You shrugged. “But I don’t think I’d date him or anything.”

Leah sighed, seemingly in relief. Why, though, you didn’t quite know. Maybe she thought Alex was cute. The idea made your stomach twist. Leah was your best friend, you couldn’t imagine losing your already limited time with her to some boy. 

“Um, are you gonna swim?” You looked at her outfit. She was wearing a bikini, you knew that, but it was hidden underneath an oversized, paint-stained t-shirt. She was never very keen on showing off her body. But you’d seen her in a bikini before, and she was beautiful. Tan skin covered in freckles, curves that you could only wish you had…

“I don’t know,” she whispered. You followed her gaze to her scraped, scarred knees. She always had inexplicable cuts and bruises all over her, and you never quite figured out why. She had always been active, so you figured she was just kind of accident-prone. Innocently, you examined her arms. They were freckled, like every other part of her.

“Where’d you get that?” You pointed to a dark purple bruise on her bicep. Her face seemed to drain of all color, and she pulled her sleeve down fruitlessly.

“Um…” she seemed to consider something. “My dad, he got mad at me, and he grabbed my arm. But he didn’t mean to hurt me, he just grabbed me a little too tight.”

Suddenly, everything clicked for you. The strictness of her father since you were children, the way she seemed to curl in on herself at every loud noise, how she was always so scared of going home at night.

“Lee,” you said softly. She shook her head.

“It’s okay. As soon as I turn eighteen, I’m leaving. I’m gonna go to Zuzu City and be an artist.” She sniffed and rubbed her eyes. You took note of the tears that were forming there, but didn’t say anything. You’d hate to make her more upset.

“You can stay with me and Grandpa,” you said, grabbing her hand. “For as long as you need to. I’ll keep you safe from him, I promise.”

Leah looked at you for a long moment. At that moment, you were sure that she was the most beautiful person you had ever seen in your life. Leah, with her shining eyes and freckles. Leah, with her sun kissed cheeks and her pink lips. With her soft skin and her ginger hair and her long eyelashes and…

Suddenly and without thinking, you were kissing her. You were kissing her, and she tasted like peppermint and strawberries and everything good in the world. Every noise around you faded to a dull roar, your universe focusing in on the way her soft lips felt against yours. 

She pulled away from you. Her cheeks were redder than usual. She stood up quickly. Her breathing was shaky as she whispered, “I-I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“Leah, wait, I’m sorry–”

“It’s fine,” she said quickly, turning away from you. You could have sworn you saw her hesitate before she rushed off.

You left the pond not long after her. You wanted more than anything to go after her, to apologize and do whatever you needed to to make her not hate you. Realistically, though, you knew that was a bad idea. If her father found out, you didn’t want to think about what he might do to her. It was best to leave her alone until she came to you.

But she never did.

The next day, you walked past her family’s old cabin. It was empty. The lights were all off, and her father’s truck wasn’t in the driveway. The sight made your blood run cold and your chest tighten. What happened to her? 

Without a thought, you rushed to the only person who might know: your grandfather. He was by the old coop, feeding the chickens and collecting their eggs, when you burst through the gate.

“Grandpa,” you said breathlessly. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and for a minute you felt bad; you didn’t want to give him a heart attack.

“Good Lord, child. What is it?”

“Leah’s cabin is empty.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

His expression softened slightly. “I thought Leah would have told you.”

“...Told me what?”

What could Leah not have told you? You told each other everything. She was your best friend, not just during the summertime but during every other season, too. You’d even written each other letters when the cold weather hit. Leah keeping secrets from you was unheard of.

“They sold that old cabin to the town. Lewis was talking to me about it just the other day.” He put down the basket he was holding. “I’m not sure what they’re gonna be doing to it, but they won’t be comin’ back to Stardew Valley anymore.”

Oh.

Oh…

“Sh-She didn’t tell me,” you whispered. 

“Oh, honey.” He sighed softly and opened his arms. You ran to him, hugging him tightly. Some people didn’t like their grandparents, but your grandpa was your best friend, your greatest confidant. You were almost closer with him than you were with your mom, or your mom was with him. When you had no one else, you had your grandpa. “I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t see Leah again for 8 years.

[clarksels]

Imagine Leah x reader

Mi señorita

You were on the plane back to England after a year in Spain, you had loved it but you already missed London, or rather Leah, your friend, but this time away from her, only seeing her through a screen made you realize that you want more than just friendship.

When you landed you already knew where you were going to go right away, to Katie's, she had told you that Leah would be with her, you wanted to surprise her and ask her once and for all if she wanted to be your girlfriend.

You went with your suitcase, after ringing the doorbell Katie came out to greet you and didn't wait to hug you - I missed you too Katie - you said hugging McCabe - where is mi señorita? Katie opened her eyes when she heard you speaking Spanish - what? I learned a little while I was there - you said entering with Katie - I met Mapi a couple of times.

You put your suitcase aside and when you saw Leah you ran to hug her - you don't know how much I missed you - you told her carrying her in your arms to which Leah answered with a slap on your arm - if you missed me so much why didn't you come sooner? - Leah complained to you

You put Leah down and got on your knees in front of her, you heard Katie say "what the fuck" behind you, Leah looked confused about the situation.

Guapa, you and I have been very good friends all this time, right? - Leah nodded - during these 12 months I've realized that I like you, I like you a lot - hearing that Leah couldn't help smiling - do you want to be my girlfriend?

Leah say no - said McCabe - another time you would have fought like little girls but this was serious, you wanted an answer - Leah? - you were about to start doubting about what you had done when leah asked you to stand up - yes, I want to be your girlfriend y/n - said leah smiling, her smile is so beautiful you didn't understand how she can be single so long

Katie snapped you out of your trance - this is when you kiss her - she said waving her hands at you - shut your mouth already Katie! You don't need to tell me how and when to kiss my girlfriend.

You walked up to Leah and kissed her - finally! - said Rue when she came in.

[percabething]

when the fandom is so small that everybody knows everybody

[valley-of-headcanons]

inspiration || leah x farmer oneshot

leah is stressed because no one is buying from her website, she needs her favorite farmer to cheer her up.

warnings: gender neutral farmer! reader, EXTREMELY FLUFFY, reader is married to leah, comfort from stress, slice-of-life moments <3

requested by: no one, all from me babyyyy

Walking into your farmhouse after a long day of work, you see your beautiful wife sat down at her computer. She had her head propped up against her elbow, a deep sigh escaping her lips. Stress was evident, and what kind of spouse would let their wife just sit with it?

Your hands gently slid onto her shoulders, rubbing circles with your thumbs. “Love, what's got you down?”

“I haven't sold anything in two weeks. This is the longest drought of work I've had! I don't ... I don't understand. I thought my work was selling well ...” she trailed off, bringing both of her hands to hold her face.

You slid down onto your knees beside her, gently taking her hands. “Hey, do you remember when I came over to your house, and I told you that this might be the best method to get your work out there? I meant it. Do you know how many people have bought work that my lovely wife has made? Hundreds! Hundreds of people have bought your work, and that means hundreds more will when they see your beautiful craft.”

She let out another strained sigh, trying not to let her eyes fill with tears. “I know- but what if my quality has declined? Is that it?-”

“Absolutely not, I've seen you working day and night to create what you do. What sets you aside from all the rest is your passion, I've never seen someone this passionate about creating! It feels like you have so many ideas that they never stop coming, there's always a new listing! And I love it, if I could buy every creation you make, I would. I would keep every piece,” you said, pressing a gentle kiss against her knuckles.

“ ... you would buy my work?” she said, wiping the stray tear that had fallen down her cheeks.

“Yes. Every last sculpture, every last painting. I adore your work, love. Even the pieces you hate, what feels like imperfections, I cherish them,” you said happily, squeezing her hand.

“If you wanted more pieces, you could've just told me,” she said with a soft giggle.

“This is way more special though, don't you think?” you stood, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek on the way up. “Now get off that computer, I'm gonna cook you some dinner while you pick out a movie.”

She stood up, protesting. “It's my night to make dinner, you go rest, hon.”

You wrapped your arms around her waist, kissing her lips softly. “Here, let's compromise. Let's make dinner together, alright? But you're still picking out the movie.”

She let out a soft huff. “Okay, if you say so,” she said with a gentle smile. As you pulled away from her to head towards the kitchen, she lingered. She pulled out a small book from her pocket, jotting down an idea she had for a sculpture. One for you.

Wondering what she was doing, you poked your head back into the room. “Coming, Lee?”

“Yeah, just didn't want an idea to get away from me ... let's go cook,” she said, slipping the book into her back pocket and joining you in the kitchen.