busting my way into the ukyt tumblr as a ghost reader for so long hehe
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a little about me
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im 20, australian, i have an unnatural desire to live in london and my coffee of choice is an iced long black
i found my love for fanfiction through an “adopted by one direction” fic on quotev 😭😭 and i once wrote a sapnap x reader fic on wattpad that is currently sitting at 65k reads. 2020 was a rough time.
my username is a reference to lizzy mcalpine’s album
but!!!! watch this space hehe pls feel free to send requests in the meantime
a/n: LOL HI IM REVIVED sorry this is so trash it was started in dec last year and i only just got around to finishing now - please send reqs through i need ideas for literally anyone in the ukyt scene
starting a new job can be scary. as the brand new social media marketing girl for willne studios and rodd's, coming in to an already close-knit workplace was positively terrifying. now you were three months in, and you were already best friends with the entire office.
except for will.
he always managed to evade you whenever you came to him with a tiktok idea, stating that he had a meeting or was feeling ill. eventually you only seeked him out if it was necessary, or if james was there and could act as a buffer.
you weren't entirely sure why he avoided you like the plague, considering he's been in front of a camera for years. you tried to ask around, but nobody could tell you anything. ieuan, feeling bad for you, pulled you aside one day after yet another video rejection. "he doesn't hate you." he explained. "he just tends to get a bit awkward when-" and cut himself off, clearly thinking better of whatever he meant to say. confused, you just nodded and turned to james, who was more than happy to be in the tiktok.
will can't focus. he hasn't been able to focus for the last three months, when mikey hired you. he realised he was infatuated when you were filming him for the rodd's instagram story, wearing a scarf up to your ears and a grin that made your face light up. whenever he saw you smile, his stomach felt like it was doing gymnastics. he went home that night, still thinking about the way you seemed so full of joy doing what you loved. whenever he closed his eyes that night, you were all he saw.
so, his solution was to completely avoid you.
until a video idea from mikey came into your email inbox. 'will's tiktok: willne studio tour - MUST HAVE WILL IN.' you sighed, running your hand down your face.
so, then you were there. well, you were standing by the door and will was what seems to be as far away as possible, on the other side of the room. after hours, as he'd been stuck in a shoot all day and you needed to get this tiktok edited and posted first thing the next day.
"what is your-"
"right, lets get this over-"
you both looked at each other in surprise. "you go first", you offered. "no, you go." he could barely even look at you.
"what is your problem with me? you always avoid me, you never give me the time of day and on the rare occasion we end up in a conversation together, you ignore me. people have noticed, will. if i've done something wrong or outside of my job description, please just tell me. i'd rather rip the bandaid off than continue overthinking of why you despise me." you loosed a breath, it was clear you'd been bottling that up for a long time.
will looked like he'd been slapped. "me? hate you? love, i've been obsessed with you since the minute you walked in that door. i've been avoiding you because you were so new to the team and i didn't want to scare you off." he began pacing, looking anywhere but your face. "fuck, i'm definitely scaring you off now. i know i shouldn't feel this way, but no matter how hard i try to bury it, it always comes back." he turned to look at you. "i notice everything about you, love. you don't take sugar in your tea, but you'll have the sweetest coffee in the office. i can tell when you've caught the later tube and it's made you uncomfortable with the amount of people on it. you hit a slump at 2pm and will always have a peice of the chocolate you stash in your desk to get you through the afternoon." he took a deep breath, looking directly at your face for the first time.
your face-splitting grin was back, and so were his stomach gymnastics. "i've never hated you love, i've only been running from what i thought you wouldn't want." he closed the distance between you, grabbing your chin to tilt your head up towards his. "you're it for me, love." you smiled again, eyes shining. he leant in, pushing you against the door, kissing you soundly.
you broke apart, panting. "for what its worth," you breathed, almost silently. "you're it for me, too."
WOW that ended up different to the original idea. hope u enjoyed hehe
summary: after weeks of tension, a drunken confrontation at another party forces everything into the open | Will x fem!reader
notes: i finally wrote a part 2 to whats your problem? so go read that first if you have not! why am I in such an angst mood recently it's all I want to write...
content: emotional angst, hurt/comfort, miscommunication trope (sorry), alcohol consumption, mention of past sexual experiences, sort of happy ending
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The second party feels louder than the first one ever did.
A different flat, different excuse, same people. Same stale beer smell and bass vibrating through the walls. Same tight feeling in your chest the moment you step inside and clock him from across the room.
Will Leney, leaning against the kitchen counter again. His eyes softening as they find you, his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a smile. It makes your stomach turn.
You’ve seen him since that night – of course you have. Filming days, group chats, overlapping circles that refuse to untangle.
He never ignores you now. That would almost be kinder. Instead, he stops being cruel. No more shoulder checks. No biting comments designed to humiliate you in front of other people. Instead, he gets… lighter. Teasing. Almost gentle. If you squint.
On set, he nudges your elbow when you walk past. Steals your seat. Drops low comments just for you.
“Still ignoring me, yeah?”
“Careful, pet, don’t trip.”
“You’re quiet today. That’s new.”
Nothing real. Nothing that touches on the night he left you alone in a spare room with your heart still racing and your dignity in pieces.
It messes with your head more than the meanness ever did.
You drink more than you mean to. Not enough to black out. Just enough to dull the edges. Enough that the laughter comes easier, and the ache feels only a touch lighter.
Eventually, the flat gets too hot. Too crowded. Too much.
You slip out onto the balcony with your drink, closing the door quietly behind you. The city air is cold against your flushed skin, sobering in the worst way. You lean your elbows on the railing and breathe.
You don’t hear the door open again, but you feel him.
“You disappearing on me now?” Will asks behind you.
You don’t turn around.
“Don’t play with me, Will,” you say, quietly. “Please. Not tonight.”
He steps closer anyway, leaning next to you. You turn to face him then. He’s close, hands in his pockets, eyes darker than you remember. The city lights cut shadows across his face, making him look sharper. More tired.
“You alright?” he asks, softer than he has any right to be.
You scoff. “Do you ever stop?”
He tilts his head. “Stop what?”
“Pretending! You switched up. One minute you could barely stand the sight of me, now your all-” You gesture vaguely between you. “-this.”
His brow furrows. “I’m just talking to you,”
“No, you’re not! You don’t get to be nice to me,” you snap, “You don’t get to act as if nothing happened.
He exhales slowly. “I’m trying.”
You laugh, but it comes out brittle. “Don’t. Don’t say that.
“Why not? I’m serious.”
“Because you don’t get to ‘try’ now,” you say, chest tight. “You don’t get to joke and flirt and look at me like that after leaving me alone on a bed like I didn’t matter.
The alcohol makes everything spill faster, messier.
“You don’t get to touch my arm on set like you didn’t walk away,” you say, eyes burning. “You don’t get to tease me like it was all harmless fun when it wasn’t.”
He steps closer, concern written all over his face now.
“I never said it was harmless.”
“You never said anything!” you shout, the alcohol and the hurt finally boiling over. “You fucked me and left, Will. You didn’t explain. You didn’t check in. You didn’t even look back.”
Your hands come up without thinking, fists hitting his chest – not hard, just desperate.
“You made me feel stupid,” you manage to choke out. “Like I imagined it. Like I meant nothing.”
He doesn’t stop you.
Doesn’t flinch.
Just lets you hit him again, lighter this time, until your arms give out and you crumble.
You slide down the wall, breath hitching, hands shaking. The sob rips out of you before you can swallow it back.
“I can’t do this,” you cry. “I can’t do this stupid push and pull game anymore.”
“I hate it,” you whisper. “I hate how you make me feel.”
Will drops down with you immediately, sitting on the cold concrete, pulling you into him like it’s instinct, wrapping his arms around you tight.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he says into your hair. Over and over. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
You curl into his chest, tears soaking his shirt.
You cry it out there on the balcony floor, hidden from the party by a closed door and the night sky. His arms stay around you the entire time. He doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t joke. Doesn’t tease.
When your breathing finally evens out, he rests his forehead against yours.
“I didn’t change because I don’t care,” he says quietly. “I changed because I realised I was a dick before. And I didn’t know how to fix it without scaring you off.”
“I should’ve stayed,” he admits, “I should’ve talked. I shouldn’t have left you thinking it was nothing.”
You breathe him in, exhausted, spent, still angry but too tired to hold it up anymore.
“You hurt me,” you whisper.
“I know,” he says again earnestly. “And I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
You stay there on the balcony floor, the party muted behind the glass. Nothing fixed. Nothing solved.
𐙚 you were never one for creepy crawlies. you thought moving to london would eradicate the risk of having creatures spawn randomly in your house. you thought wrong. now, you're stuck, standing on a chair, armed with a broom, blindly swatting at a mouse that is scurrying around your flat.
"for god's sake, this is not what i need right now!" you exclaimed. your day had gone from shit to shitter in the span of an hour. your wi-fi had dropped out, meaning that you couldn't join the zoom meetings you had scheduled, you ran out of milk for your coffee, and that neighbour that just moved in next door wouldn't stop thundering up and down the stairs like they were the hulk.
it had been a week since the mystery person moved in, and you still hadn't gotten a glimpse of them. sure, you could hear their music blasting at every stupid hour of the day, but your curiousity grew more and more each day.
the mouse ran under the couch, squeaking as it went past. you cautiously got down from the chair, pointing the broom at the couch. tentatively poking the broom under the couch, the mouse scampered out and ran over your socked foot. you couldn't help the screech that you let out, jumping around like a mad person.
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alfie heard shouts of "aargh yuckyuckyuck ew gross" reverberate through his apartment from the building next door. he went out into his balcony, where he saw you sprint out on to your own parallel balcony, holding a broom and shouting the whole way.
"hiya love, everything alright?" he questioned. "NO, everything is not alright! my day is in ruins, i've had no coffee and this bloody mouse won't leave me alone!" you were red in the face and out of breath. "i had this problem a few days ago, d'ya want me to come over and help get him out?" he asked, boldly. "god, please. i'll do anything." you said.
"anything?"
"just come over."
soon enough, mystery man had wrangled the mouse out of the apartment, and you breathed a sigh of relief. "thank you so much," you said. mystery man responded, "anytime love, don't you worry. now, i remember you saying you'd do anything for me to help you with the mouse." you paused. you didnt even know this man, regardless of his biceps the size of your head and mouse-catching abilities. now he's in your house.
"no, not like that!" he laughed, embarrassed. "you mentioned not having any coffee today, and i was wondering if i could take you to get one?"
"oh! i would love that!" you were surprised.
"well, let's go before anything else decides it wants to make a home out of your sofa, maybe i'll be next," he joked. "i have to learn your name first." you said, curious. "just call me alfie."
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inspired by his snapchat story last week, absolutely killed me
i lowkey didn't really know how to end this BUT here we are hehe
