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Little shits Pt 3

Arsenal women x Teen!reader

I know a promised this a few days ago but it actually took ages.

Like always enjoy!!

Warnings: spelling mistakes in too tired to read over xxx so if something doesn’t make sense it probs doesn’t

part 1😚

part 2😚

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“What time will you be ready?” Asked Katie through the phone. Whenever she went grocery shopping she would take you with her so you can do your shop. Then she claimed she could also make sure you buy the right foods for a girl living on her own.

You actually liked grocery shopping, it was so much fun now that you were living alone and got to pick the foods for your own kitchen. “Like now. Head over now”

She soon hung up the phone and found herself out the front of your building. You go down the lift and found the white car. You went to walk to the front seat when you found Caitlin in the front. She poked her tongue out at you from behind the glass as you smiled and hopped in the back, only to find a grinning Kyra sitting on the other side of the row. “Kyra!” You exclaimed as you hugged the girl.

“I’m coming” smirked Kyra at you

“Yeah and no being little shits!” Caitlin exclaimed from her seat

“Hi Cait” you said kissing her cheek, Katie pecked your shoulder as you hugged her from behind her seat. After 20 minutes on the road, Katie pulled her car up to the parking lot of the grocery store. Before leaning back to face you and Kyra.

“Ok no going crazy. Specifically you Kyra” Katie said as Kyra gave the older girl a ‘really?’ Look before she continued “have you got your list y/n?”

“Yes mum” you dragged out the last word as you got onto your notes app to check. Kyra only came along cause she was apparently ‘bored’. She already went shopping with mini, even though mini had only been in London a week, she was not happy with the 23 year old’s kitchen.

You all walked in the entrance with you grabbing your shopping basket. After 10 minutes, you were grabbing pasta stuff in one of the aisles, when exiting said aisle. Kyra and her obese puffer managed to knock down one of the cardboard-built shelves, with bottles of fake tanner on the shelves. The noise of 30 bottles of tan falling to the ground made the entire store turn around. You felt embarrassment standing next to the girl so you walked away from her, hiding into the next aisle, trying to hold onto your laugh.

“Sorry” Caitlin announced quietly to workers and other shoppers around as Katie and her knelt down to help the very embarrassed girl. You finally finished all of your shopping as you lined up to pay for yourself. You felt a light shove to your back from behind.

“Oi why did you leave me” Kyra complained “that was the worst thing I have ever experienced” she winged leaning into your shoulder whining.

“Are they done?” You asked Kyra, motioning to Katie and Caitlin

“Apparently not” Kyra said now standing behind you with her bag of chocolates, full on pushing in front of the middle aged woman in the line.

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You were in your room packing a suitcase for Switzerland. Arsenal had some brand sponsorship situation with a travel company that you didn’t understand. But all you know is that the company was sending you, Alessia, Kyra, Vic, Caitlin, Katie, Teyah, beth, viv, Steph, Lia, Kim, Jen, Lotte, Laia, Leah and Amanda all to Switzerland. All in one house. Leah told you to get super excited cause the house in the mountains must be huge to fit 17 girls in.

You texted Leah to ask if she was done packing so you could come down to her apartment. Leah lived in the apartment below you so she took you to things often, you would both drive to the training grounds together so you could get on the bus for the airport.

“This is gonna be sick” you said later sitting at Leah’s kitchen island as she filled up her water bottle.

“Yeah it’ll be cool” she laughed screwing on the lid of her bottle

“I brought my Aussie rules ball” you said wiggling your brows at her, she was horrendous playing it. She let out a huff remembering it.

“We are gonna be in the cold mountains, no one is gonna wanna play with it”

“Ouch”

“Sorry. You know what I mean. Anyways are you ready?” She yelled across the flat, heading to her room to grab the suitcase. You propped yours up on its wheels, turning off all of Leah’s lights for her. You both drove peacefully in the car to the facility, you quickly connected tour phone to Leah’s car when she turned up her own music.

“Ew you just like old people music” you said turning on your preference

“This is not old people music. This is the greatest album of all time”

“Meh meh” you mimicked her as you turned on Nikki Minaj.

“Watch it Missy. And your music taste is just awful” she giggled next to you

“Watch it missy” you said back.

When you sooner arrived, you jumped out of the car and grabbed your suitcases from Leah’s boot, you kindly grabbed Leah’s out and setting it down upright next to the car. “Thank you tiny” she smiled as you both walked towards the other girls waiting neat the bus.

“Ah I do too much” you sighed shrugging

“I did just drive you here. Ever thought about me helping you apply for a driving test?” She looked down slightly at you as you walked together

“Why would I if I have a whole starting eleven who would do it for me?” You said motioning your hands towards the large group of girls ahead, all in their twenties. You noticed Viv’s back towards you as you sped up towards her, before quickly jumping on her back. “Missed you vivvy” you said sweetly.

“Ow you nearly did my spine” Viv whines as you hop off her.

Beth shoved you away from her girlfriend and pulled you into her. “How are you tiny?” She asked kissing the top of your head

“So excited” you hummed, squeezing her tight.

A few media staff would be coming with you. Since you were on the trip with some arsenal sponsor brand, they would film some fun media on the trip. Said staff announced that you could all leave your bags where they were and hop onto the bus. You got onto the bus last and saw Lia sitting on her phone in one of the front rows, you loved Lia. She was one of the sweetest people in the world in your opinion. So you pointed towards the seat, reading ‘is this taken?’ on your face, quickly before she moved her hat that was sitting on it motioning for you to sit next to her.

“It’s so cool we get to go to Switzerland, you have to show me everything” you said to the brunette. Your excitement to go to her country made her heart warm up as she pulled you into her side for a hug.

“You are gonna see everything. I think best travel guide right here” she pointed towards herself, making you giggle. The bus was still too cold for you so you unzipped your backpack to grab your warmer jacket out, you felt the front pocket vibrate where your phone was so you went to grab it. You saw a text from Kyra

Kyra

Im 6 rows behind turn around

You and Lia stupidly both turned around to look at the row before two scrunchies were flown at both your faces, Vic and Kyra both laughed loudly, while you whined at the stinging on your forehead. The elastic flying at both your faces actually hurt.

“Four victims down lets go” Kyra said high-fiving vic with a wide grin.

“You better get her on behalf of both of us” Lia sighed settling back down in her seat.

“The idiot better sleep with one eye open I say” you said making Lia giggle before opening her own phone.

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Later on the plane you found yourself sitting across from Kyra and Alessia. You again, sitting next to Lia.

“Y/n” kyra whispered from across the aisle. You peeked over Lia before Kyra waved at you. You thought it was weird but slowly waved back before mouthing a ‘what?’.

Kyra quickly turned to poor Alessia who was peacefully on her phone, “please switch with y/n/n” she held up being hands and pulled out her puppy dog eyes towards the blonde.

Kyra huffed followed by a laugh before getting her stuff and heading over towards where you were , you didn’t realise kyra had requested this until Alessia had made her way over to you. You were honestly getting bored of the sleepy Lia next to you. So you smiled at her before gabbing your bag and going over to Kyra.

“Absolutely not!” Leah slightly yelled from the other end of the plane, who caught you shuffling over next to Kyra.

“We won’t be loud I promise!” You said peeking over to see the blonde. She raised her eye brows at you before giving in to your begging eyes. You and kyra soon pulled up the games on your phone you could play together, you first started by playing Fifa mobile together.

“Aha! Goal!” You yelled throwing your arms up jolting out of your seat, you scored your eighth goal in the last few seconds “I win” you smiled before settling back down in your seat. Avoiding making eye contact with some of the other girls sending you glares due to your volume.

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You found yourself and 16 of your teammates at this random building having a briefing with an older man. He told you a bit about the house you would be staying at and how the next three days would look like. You really weren’t fazed by any of the given information, instead just excited to get there. It was already freezing you had put on your large puffer jacket, scarf and beanie. You were hoping to see snow while here.

You all hoped into multiple mini black vans to head to the house, you cuddled into Viv’s side of how cold it was. Both vehicles slowly pulled up a long driveway, you were first to notice the house “what the fuck-“ you said in shock looking at the house.

You received a slap to the shoulder by viv and an “oi” from Steph. But most were also in awe of the house, some taking photos. When you got out of the car there were wide faces and glowing eyes at the large house. The house was huge, covered in dark timber, still managing to give it a cozy feel due to its size, you could tell by the large number of balconies, that there would be many rooms. A wide scene of mountains surrounded the outside, which got you excited for the views from the rooftop you spotted. Lia held the list in her hand of how to unlock the door with the key and code, as all of you girls trudged your suitcases up the front stairs.

You noticed Kyra walking up in front of you, you grabbed a small pile of snow in your fist and threw it at her beanie-covered head. “Ow y/n!” Kyra wined.

“Don’t” Caitlin told you. You made a few of the girls laugh either way, so you didn’t really care.

Lia and Leah struggled for a few minutes to get the door unlocked with the code. But it was a success a moment later and everyone was trying to get in the door.

Lots of “oh my god”, “shit”, “this is huge” words could be heard from you and your teammates. A large staircase could be seen in front of you, leading to a range of bedrooms above. The biggest kitchen you had ever seen in your life to the right, with a floor length window containing the best views of the snowy mountains.

“Ok ok rooms, some get their own, some share, made by the staff” Kim said getting people’s attention, “Little room 1, sweet! Foordy and McCabe room 2, Teyah and Vic room 3, Jen room 4, Beth and Viv room 5, Lotte and Less room 6, room 7 Kyra and y/n - wait no” Kim said as most of the girls agreed, you two could not under any circumstances share a room for the next 3 nights. “One of them is gonna share with me. You two pick, who wants to share with me?” Kim asked you and Kyra.

“No its fine one can share with me” Steph said “you get a good sleep” she laughed at Kim.

“Ok I’ll share. At least ill be safe with Steph, Kyra watch out” you mentioned to the girl, noting that you would get her back for the bus.

“You already got me back with the snow to my head!” She exclaimed

“No more pranks” Steph smiled pushing you from behind slightly towards room 9. When the door was opened, Two huge queen sized beds were in the middle of the room, the comfiest looking beds you were sure you had seen in your life.

“Omg omg” you squeezed jumping up and down like a toddler.

“Insane!” Steph grinned wide admiring the room and its view from the large window behind the beds. You both unpacked your suitcases in the respective suitcases provided.

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“Hurry up you two!” You yelled at Katie and Caitlin who took a while to come out and play in the snow an hour later. “Cheeky girls” you smirked at Caitlin before Katie shoved you slightly and Caitlin threw snow at your face. The older girls broke out into laughter as you felt it go down your jumper. You shook your head and moulded the largest snowball you had seen and threw it right at Caitlin’s chest.

Those actions broke the sweet hour of all you girls making snow angels and snowmen into a full snowball fight. Everyone was after everyone at that moment, a hard throw from Amanda to the back of your head had you slowly falling over. You pulled at her feet from the ground, which caused her to join you in the slippery snow. You both were collapsed laughing. You saw Leah next to you, both you and Amanda looked at each other before throwing a snowball to her head. She groaned at the cold feeling.

“What happened” Jen laughed at her

“Just got 2 balls to the face”

“And that my friend is a rare occurrence for Leah Williamson” you smirked before hiding behind Amanda. Since you were on the ground, Leah easily and quickly threw snow at your whole body.

“Your disgusting tiny!” She yelled as you got up and tackled her into the snow, both of your stomachs hurting from laughing.

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Later you were snuggled into Lia’s lap on one of the large campfire chairs. A blanket covering the two of you. All of you girls were working up around it while Kim, Jen and Katie attempted to get the pizza fire maker working.

“What are we doing tomorrow tour guide” you said to the girl with her arms around you.

Everyone all turned their heads, curious for the girl to tell what she had planned. “Well we should all go into town tomorrow morning and get drinks and food there for breakfast. I could see the lights from my bedroom so it shouldn’t be a long walk” You all nodded smiling, “then definitely snow boarding for sure!”

“Yay!” You said in excitement. You felt a buzz in your jacket pocket, you pulled it out and opened your phone.

Mum

Hey girl. Hope your having the best time there! So so happy for you, give me a call when you can chick. Mama loves you.

Your eyes stung looking at your phone, You always got emotional when you received texts like this from your family. Managing to get out of Lia’s arms you smiled at her “just got to call my mum”. Steph brushed her hand against your back in comfort as you walked inside the house.

You were on the call for a good 30 minutes, it made you start to tear up. You didn’t get to see her for the last camp in Australia, so it had been months. You talked to all your older siblings as well as your dad on the FaceTime call. You showed them the house and view briefly. When the call ended you went into the bathroom to check your face didn’t look too sad and teary. When it was all clear, you turned off the light and walked out with a sigh. You went back out. There was now an open seat just next to Beth and Steph.

“You good tiny?” Beth nudged you with a warm smile.

“Yep” you smile back at the older girl. Caitlin and Steph both shared looks, with Caitlin then settling her eyes on your face which staring at the ground. They knew how you got homesick whenever you called your parents.

“Pizza time!” Jen yelled loud, filled with pride after finally getting the pizza oven to work.

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After a very filling dinner made by Jen, Kim and Katie. You all headed back inside and were just chatting in the living room, nearly all of them having a glass of wine. You tried to get a glass, as Vic went to pour you one Kim quickly stopped her at the stupid idea. Everyone was starting to get tired and you announced you would head up to bed first.

“Night” Lia and Leah softly said hugging you as you were sitting in the middle of them.

You walked up the halls, as your’s and Steph’s room was on the bottom floor, when you reached the room you quickly opened the door and fell on your bed. You put your face in your hands, your heart tonight was slightly sinking at the though of missing your family in Australia. You told yourself you wouldn’t let stars fall. You were on one of the best trips of your life with your team. So you took a large breath before getting up to shower the smell of smoke off your body. You heard the sound of laughter get loud for a moment as you were in your bed. Signaling someone was opening up the door, the person shut it before you shot up to see who it was. Honestly scared for a moment since it was a huge house in the mountains.

You expected Steph, but not Caitlin trailing behind. “Gosh you scared me” you said softly making the other girls smile.

“How are you going puddin” Caitlin said sitting next to you on the bed.

“Alright why?”

“You sure?”

“Well I was feeling a bit homesick before, like missing mum and stuff. But its all good” you said looking at the sheets, slightly fidgeting with them.

“You don’t have to, But we really want you to talk to us when you feel like that. You know we are here for you” Steph said softly. You swore she had said those words 30 times since you moved alone to London to join Arsenal. You still felt insane comfort when around the two girls.

“I won’t lie. You two make it easier. It just reminds me of home with you two.” You said to the two of your Aussie teammates, “Kyra…not so much” you giggled.

“Yeah no not her” Caitlin laughed

“She’s alright. Sorry for always being so annoying with her, and like Caitlin I actually feel terrible about your fridge like so so bad. You need to send me your transfer details so I can give you the money to fix it-“

“Absolute nonsense. No need. It wasn’t even you it was kyra” Caitlin said softly

“Still”

“And you’re not annoying. You are one of the sweetest people I know I won’t lie to you. Sure you anf Kyra get a bit too pipped up sometimes but we still love you” Steph said

“Yeah like little shits!” Caitlin exclaimed adding to her words, Steph nudging her with a giggle from both of you.

“Thanks mum and dad” you laughed as you hugged them. “Ok I’m gonna get ready for bed too now.” Steph said getting up.

“More wine for me!” Caitlin said before skipping off to the living room.

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russos-ventitre · 7 months

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alessia russo x reader | lezioni di italiano I 🧸

✘ summary: jonas buys yet another midfielder after signing cooney-cross who apparently catches a certain blonde's eye

✘ warnings/tags: bit of swearing, bit of flirting, alessia is a gay mess, reader is mid-20s, AWFC!reader, arsenal!reader (previously InterMilan), ItalyWNT!reader

✘ words: 2234

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part i ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part ii

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part iii

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part iv

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎→ part v

a/n: translations provided as always!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ uno

It was your first day at Arsenal, having been transferred from Inter Milan and finding a new home in North London. It was your first time in England, not including the Euros, but that didn't scare you, you enjoyed adventures and stepping out of your comfort zone so when you got the call that Jonas was interested in you, you grabbed that opportunity with both hands and never looked back.

Unbeknownst to you, you were the topic of the day. Everyone's eyes were on you, not because you weren't from here but because Jonas finally had some sense knocked into him now that he was buying more midfielders. First Cooney-Cross, now you, so in some aspects both of you were on everyone's radars. Regardless, everyone staring at you and whispering about you didn't phase you, you just continued to do what you were here for, football. Even if it did mean you were a bit isolated at first, you were fine being in your own company, that's how it's been for years.

After training you made your way to the locker room, taking a quick shower and changing into fresh clothes. You hadn't noticed but you had an audience. Two blondes to be exact, both leaning up against the wall, watching in awe as you cleaned yourself up.

"Do you think she's single?" Leah whispered to Alessia, noticing how the younger girl was sending you heart eyes and her asking would only further wind her up.

"Oi!" Alessia elbowed her. "No flirting with the new kid-"

"Ti sento.." [I can hear you..] You muttered, looking over your shoulder at the two blondes staring back at you.

Alessia's face immediately went red, she turned on her heels trying to flee the scene before it became more awkward, only to feel Leah's hand grip the back of her collar and pull her back.

"Pardon?" The older blonde stood up from the wall, quirking a brow.

"I said, I can hear you.." You turned your face more towards them. "..you're talking about me."

"Yeah.. uhh.. we were just wondering if you were free this afternoon.." She nudged the younger girl, hoping she would join in on the lie.

"Y-Yeah.. maybe show you around the town.." Alessia continued, fidgeting with her hands.

"No sorry, I'm busy I'm afraid." You replied, folding up your clothes and packing them in your kit bag. "I've only just moved here.. so I'm still unpacking stuff in my flat. Spiacente, ragazze." [Sorry, girls.] You finished, shaking your head.

"M-Maybe.. another night..?" Alessia offered, feeling a bit braver.

You laughed lightly. "Yeah.. maybe.. I'll see you girls tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah, tomorrow at 7." Leah answered, giving you a soft smile as you walked towards the exit.

"Ciao, ci vediamo domani!" [Bye, see you tomorrow!]

You sprinted out of the building leaving the two blondes to themselves.

"Less.." Leah nudged the younger girl. "..Less you can stop staring now.."

"Huh? Wha- I wasn't staring.."

Leah grabbed the blonde's face, closing her jaw with her hand. "Tell that to your face."

"I wasn't staring!" She grumbled.

"Less you were literally watching her as she got changed.." The older woman ruffled Alessia's hair, causing her to groan, and shoot her a dirty look.

The Next Day..

Training was the same as the previous days, running drills, partner work, and spending some time in the gym. It was only your second day at camp but you were slowly becoming used to where things were, even if you did take a few wrong turns.

"Hey.." You heard a familiar voice call from behind.

"Hmm?" You turned around, seeing the same blonde from yesterday, this time by herself.

"Oh hey.. uhhh.." Searching for her name, you looked up at her sheepishly, embarrassed you had already forgotten.

"Alessia.. Less is fine.." She responded.

"N-No, I like Alessia.. it's pretty, one of my favourites actually." You replied quietly, looking down at your kit bag.

"Really?" The blonde sighed.

"Yeah.. it's quite popular back home." You looked back up at her, seeing that her cheeks were flush.

"S-Scusa.. I'm [y/n] by the way.." [S-Sorry..] Having realised you never properly introduced yourself you reached your hand out to meet hers, shaking it gently. You awkwardly smiled back at her, realising that your strong front was suddenly cracking very easily in front of a blonde woman you've only met less than 48 hours ago.

"Nice to meet you [y/n].. could I maybe show you around sometime..? No pressure or anything.. I know you're busy with unpacking-"

"I'd like that." You answered before she could go off on a tangent.

"Great, maybe this weekend?"

"Sounds good." You smiled, making your way for the exit.

"Oh!" Alessia grabbed your wrist before you could make your escape. "I never got your number."

You turned around to see the blonde handing her phone over to you, watching as you put your name and number in, and handing it back over.

"Ci vediamo domani, stella." [See you tomorrow, star.] You gave her a soft smile before walking down the hallway to the parking lot.

When you realised you were no longer in her eye line, you cringed at your awkwardness of that exchange.

"Cazzo! Ma che promblema hai? Perché ti comporti così?" [Fuck! What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?]

You rushed out of the building, entering your car and driving off to your flat, replaying the entire interaction in your head the entire drive home. It even kept you up at night, just barely scraping by on 4 hours of sleep the next day.

The Weekend Arrives..

alessia ⭐️ [11:39]: hey

alessia ⭐️ [11:39]: we're still meeting up today, yea? x

[y/n] 🦋 [11:42]: hey

[y/n] 🦋 [11:42]: yea ill be there :)))

You arrived at the place Alessia sent you to, a local coffee shop not too far from camp. She spotted you instantly, which wasn't hard since you walked around like you were clueless, which to be fair, you were in an unfamiliar country.

"[y/n]! Hey!" The blonde shouted, waving her hand so you'd find her.

You raised your arm back, waving lightly. "Ciao, stella!" [Hi, star!]

Alessia guided the two of you out of the coffee shop, showing you the surrounding buildings to visit. It was a nice section of North London, lots to do and lots to see and you were happy that she was your guide otherwise you'd probably be clueless.

"-and just over there is where me and a lot of the other girls get our hair and nails done." The blonde pointed out a two-story building with an awning just above the doorway.

"How often do you girls go?" You asked curiously, never really dedicating any time to pamper yourself before.

"Nails.. every few weeks.. hair.. once a month..? Depends."

The both of you continued your little journey around the town, allowing yourself to finally familiarise with your surroundings. The blonde's little tour ending back at the same coffee shop, this time you two actually ordering something. You both grabbed your drinks and sat down at a table.

"I was wondering.." The striker started, her fingers fidgeting with the rim of her cup, her eyes looking down at the woodwork. "..if maybe you could give me lessons?"

"Lessons?" You sipped your drink confused. "Alessia.. you're way better a football than I am, I don't think you need my-"

"N-No.. like Italian lessons.." She muttered to herself, her shoulders tensing.

"Oh." You raised your brows, now understanding what she meant. "I mean we can start tomorrow if you'd like." You offered.

"No no, you're probably really busy with unpacking.. it was a stupid ask." She shook her head, embarrassed.

"Alessia, sono serio. Come over mine tomorrow and I'll teach you." [I'm serious.] The words came out of your mouth before you could actually process what you were saying. Any other time someone asked for a favour like this you would've denied them swiftly, liking time to yourself and being alone. You're still not sure what possessed you to agree to a tour of the town with Alessia so the fact that you agreed to Italian lessons was just another added shock. Maybe you were softening, maybe you were suddenly realising that there were so many other opportunities out there when you open yourself up to things. Maybe you felt something for the- no.. no, don't be stupid, you've only just met..

The Following Day..

You heard a knock on your door, just minutes after you finished making coffee. 'Finally', you thought, walking over to the door, mug in hand as you answered it.

"Alessia! Che bella!" [How beautiful!] You smiled, greeting the somewhat anxious-looking blonde.

"H-Hi." She gave you a small wave as she clutched her MacBook and notebook to her chest.

You moved aside so she could enter your flat, guiding her to a dimly lit table near your kitchen. "Caffè?" [Coffee?]

"Please." She sat herself down at the table, trying to make herself comfortable.

You padded back into the kitchen pouring her a cup. "Latte o zucchero?" [Milk or sugar?] You asked, your head peering around the cupboard, waiting for a response.

The blonde looked back at you, slightly grasping what you were saying but not fully. "U-Uh.. milk..? Please.."

You walked back over to her after you prepared her drink, handing it to her and sitting across from her.

"Cheers.." She mumbled, taking a small sip before she tucked her trembling hands under her thighs, her shoulders tense as ever.

"So.. what is it that you want to learn?" You asked, hoping the question wasn't too broad.

"Uh.. well.. I love my culture a great deal and would give anything to be able to speak the language.. I just barely have the time since I play for England and now I'm at Arsenal.. but it would be a dream if I was fluent.."

You took a sip of your drink, waiting in case she had more to add.

"Well, we can start off with basics and work from there if you'd like."

"Yeah.. that'd be great." She smiled shyly.

"I think we should take a break." You stated, just having witnessed Alessia scribble down a bunch of notes as you taught her basic phrases and words and slipped in a bit of slang.

"No! I want to keep going.. I'm really enjoying this.." The striker admitted, not ready to call it quits only 2 and a half hours in.

You shook your head, grabbing both your mugs and taking them into the kitchen to clean them. You returned and saw that Alessia had her head buried in her notes, mouthing to herself the pronunciation and trying to retain their meanings. You quietly walked up behind her, nosying at her notes, noticing that her handwriting was gorgeous and everything was so neatly organised.

"Uh.. I think you misspelled 'ventitre'.." [twenty-three] You delicately pointed out, your arm coming to reach past her shoulder and point at her notes.

"Hmm? Oh! S-Sorry.. I got a bit carried away.."

"Do you want to learn numbers?"

"No- I mean.. I just wanted to know that one.. for now." She looked up at you, smiling awkwardly as she fidgeted with her pencil.

The blonde pursed her lips, her eyes meeting yours. "Could you maybe teach me football phrases?"

"Sì." [Yeah.] You replied, taking a seat next to her.

"-so in the Euros.. against Sweden.." Alessia nodded as you spoke.

"..your backheel, that's 'colpo di tacco'."

"Wait.. you watched our game?"

"Yeah.. I was in the crowd.. we got knocked out by Belgium in the group stages.. not our best performance." You pinched the bridge of your nose, embarrassed at your team's performance.

"It was a great goal that, the colpo di tacco." She stated proudly.

"Alright Russo.. calm down." You replied with a laugh, giving her a light shove. The blonde blushing slightly at the way you pronounced her name in your thick Italian accent.

The blonde began to pack her things away, clutching them to her chest just like she had done when she arrived, instead, a lot less tense than when she first got there.

"Same time tomorrow?" You asked, holding the door open for her.

"Yeah.. I'd like that." She smiled.

By habit you leaned close to her, giving her a hug and pressing a kiss to each of her cheeks, only realising what you had done when you pulled away.

"Merda! Sorry.. force of habit!" [Shit!] You uncomfortably rubbed the back of your neck, looking at the floor.

"..I now realise that's a European thing huh?" You continued to stare at the floor, not wanting to look her in the eyes.

Her hand came to rest on your shoulder, gaining your attention. "It's okay [y/n].. really." She gave you a polite smile, her cheeks a bit rosy.

"Ci vediamo domani?" [See you tomorrow?] The striker questioned, hoping she said it right.

"Sì! Domani!" [Yeah! Tomorrow!] You answered, with a bit more excitement in your tone then you would've hoped for.

"Ciao, [y/n]." [Bye.] She waved, walking over to her car.

"Ciao, stella!" [Bye, star!]

You shut the door when you knew she was safe, your back sliding down it until you were sat on the floor, head buried in your hands. It was going to be a long season.

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#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #england women #woso x reader #engwnt x reader #woso fanfics #woso #woso community #woso imagine #woso imagines #alessia russo imagine #arsenal women #arsenal wfc #awfc #awfc x reader

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abbysleftbicepp · 4 months

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Your ex is bothering you, and you're afraid of him, so abby handles him for you.

Thank u for the request!!

Warnings: sa, violence, alcohol use, angst, fluff, not proofread! lmk if there’s more that I’ve missed!!

It was 12pm on a Saturday night. You and the group were out clubbing to celebrate the start of your final year at college. Nora, Jordan, Leah and Manny had already left so it was just you and Abby, and the swarms of people in the club.

“Abs I’m gonna go grab another drink, you wait here for me okay?” You tell Abby before walking off to the bar and ordering yourself another drink.

“Hey baby..you’re looking gorgeous tonight. You got any plans?” Your ex, Michael, asked in a seductive tone. Your body froze, with your heart falling to your stomach.

You and Michael didn’t have the best history. He was very violent towards you when he didn’t get his own way, so you were scared to death considering the fact he had a hold of your body in this moment.

“I have plans..” you mumbled, trying to subtly tell him to fuck off.

“Cmon gorgeous girl..let me treat you better than I have before. I know you’ll like it..” he pried.

“Michael please..I’m not in the mood for this..” you try and hint to him to stop.

“Oh is that so? I could make you in the mood.” He said. Before he was able to do anything to you, you heard a voice yell.

“HEY! Get your filthy hands off of her before I knock some sense into you, big guy.” Abby threatened him.

“Oh really? I’d like to see you try, D*ke.” This set something inside of Abby off. She swinged her fist straight towards his nose, crushing it with her force. This caused him to let go of you, and hold onto his nose.

“You fuck!” He yelled before storming out of the club.

“Are you okay?!” Abby asked, worried for your safety.

“Never better.” You looked at her, shocked. Seeing her stand up for you like this set a fire inside of you. Maybe it was the alcohol, but it was still Abby. It was always Abby.

“Are you sure? You look shocked.” She asks again, holding onto your shoulders. You look her face up and down, glancing at her lips for a few seconds. She notices this and does the same.

“Abby-“ you whisper out before you both smash your lips into one another. You both had been waiting for this moment for too long. Years of friendship washed away as it grew into so much more in a matter of seconds. God knows what was gonna happen next, but to say you were both excited was an understatement.

#abby anderson #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #modern au #no outbreak au #the last of us #anon ask #blurb #oneshot

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hoe4sports · 1 month

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Katie McCabe | “Ex-girlfriend or long term one night stand”

I was tiptoeing after Jonas, the coach of my new club. He invited me to come an hour early to practice so I could see the facility and get everything from keys to athletic wear sorted. “This is where the physical therapist is, if you have issues or concerns, especially regarding your acl; see him immediately.” He knocked on the door, and a few seconds later the door swung open. “Welcome to Arsenal!” The therapist yelled as he dragged me into a hug. “I’ll take it from here Jonas, I’ll bring her in before orientation.” He cheered as he dragged me along into the room. I wasn’t too sure about what we were doing, but I was thinking of him lecturing me about my acl and how to keep it activated. He signaled for me to hop up on the bench, and being a professional athlete that was common curtesy.

“Right or left acl?”

He did tests on both my feet to check out my resistance. “It’s my- OW” I yelled as he flexed my right achillies . A sense of embarrassment quickly spread across my body, and I looked at him with an apologetic look. I hadn’t really taken well care of my achillies since I tore it. It was always a bit sore, so I figured that the soreness was the new normal. “I got just the solution for you!” he sang as he disappeared around the corner. For a hot second, he reminded me of the Harry Potter scene where he gets his wand from the old guy. I fully expected him to come back with some sort of rehab device or a program for me to do before bedtime. However, he arrives with a box. He opened the box towards him and pieces of silk paper instantly got thrown to the floor. “I hope these are alright, we don’t have many color options! I can order in a specific color if you want. I already have all your sizes and measurements, so that wouldn’t be no issue.” he sang as he pulled up a pair of cleats.

“This is the new aeroluna 5, made fore post tear women!” I wasn’t really on board as I had tried endless things from before. He practically smacked the shoes on my feet, and lo and behold. They fit like a glove. They were so comfortable and so supportive. I swear, I could’ve almost cried. The shoes however, were hot pink which I honestly didn’t mind. I looked up at my new born saviour with tears in my eyes. “Hot pink it is” I said as I adored my new cleats. I thanked the weird; but kind man and walked to the team warderobe.

“Ah, ladies, this is our new striker! Benedicte. Now, please be kind to her and teach her the Arsenal way of caring for each others.” Jonas said as he patted me on the back. “Ex-girlfriend, finally! We meet at last.” Leah yelled out causing everyone to laugh including me and Jonas. She even did a clap and a little dance. “Your cubby will be next to Leah’s so go ahead and take a seat” the swede said as Leah patted next to her spot on the bench. I was rather flabbergasted by seeing my face mid strike glued to the wall. It was blown up, and I was feeling some secondhand embarrassment. I popped down by Leah, and carefully listened as Jonas went on about his hopes for this new season. Leah lifted my right leg over her thigh just like the old days when my acl would kill me every practice. I looked around the room, all the girls seemed so nice. I recognised quite a few of them, as we played them last season and they were good with their defence. A very well organised defence. Jonas was chatting away about his weekend, and i bent down to retie my shoes. My need for the shoes to be tied equally tight was one of my pet peeves from my childhood. “And then, we need to work on our abil-“ he started as he was cut off by the door swinging open.

“I’m so so sorry for being late, my cat broke down and my car ran awa-“ the woman chaotically stated before cutting herself off. Her voice was awfully familiar, but I couldn’t seem to place it. I smiled as I curiously looked up before my face froze. I stared, she stared, Leah stared and everyone stared. Everyone went silent, including Jonas. “Oh this is gonna be good” Leah mumbled nudging me. Jonas was just as invested in this drama as everyone else remember our last meeting on the field.

“Katie McCabe” I said. “You” she said back. She walked towards me and for a second I was concerned that she was gonna knock me out. “Scared, McCabe?” I asked as she was nearing me. “No asshole, you are sitting next to my cubby.” she said with an annoyed tone in her voice. “Better sleep with one eye open because next time, it’s not my ankles that are getting cut off” I whispered as she sat down beside me, but as far as she could without causing attention.

As Jonas finished up talking, the girls started changing into their workout gear for the field. Everyone was wearing the same t-skirt except for Katie. She had pulled her sleeves up so we could see her bronzed toned arms. “Trying compensate for your terrible tackles?” I said as I nudged her. I mean, it was hot. She was hot when she wasn’t trying to chop my ankles off, but I was not letting her in on that information. Katie turned around and looked at Leah. “How’d ya know her?” she asked with her Irish accent. “Ex-girlfriend or long term one night stand” she spat out as I felt slightly embarrassed. Leah was very fit, so it honestly didn’t bother me too much as she clearly was not ashamed of admitting that we for the last year had slept together at least once a week.

We went out on the field and did drills. Jonas was really testing us, making sure that the girls hadn’t skipped their programs during the off season. After 2,5 hours, we were all fried and while we were drinking; Leah squirted her waterbottle at me making my white top and white sports bra see-through.”Leah!!” I yelled as I got up while removing the cap on my bottle as I attacked her and forced her to the ground while I sat on her. I held the bottle above her head and slowly poured everything out on her face. Katie looked at us annoyed, “For fucks sake, stop flirting” I looked at her with confidence while my nipples were showing through my top. “Jealous of you not getting these?” I teased as she just stared. “Or perhaps you are intimidated by my ability to uno reverse your tackles?” followed by a wink. “Fuck you, Benedicte” she yelled as she walked away. It was safe to say, that she was not gonna get to pick on me for the next 5 years.

#katie mccabe imagine #katie mccabe #woso imagine #arsenal #leah williamson

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 3 months

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Flying/Dream to Believe (2 parter) (TW: mention of gore/fighting/rage/bullying/smoking)(mostly sfw)

@gea-chan96 Here you go!!! Not sure if I did it justice, but this is what I ended up coming up with. There will be a second part soon where your request is actually fulfilled 🤪.

Part One.

I’m late again, which makes sense. Ever since mom took the job at the hospital, she’s been getting home at 8:15 and practice starts at 8.

I don’t wanna give her grief about it, though. I see how tired she is and I love her a lot.

Shoving my worn bag off my shoulders and onto the stage, I look around to see where Ms. Stoller is - rotten luck, she’s starring right at me, eyes narrowed and mouth lined into a scowl.

Well, that’s my first goal for today, then; un-pissing off my teacher.

I walk up, sheepish and rubbing the back of my neck, baby hairs getting caught in my fingers and tangling at the base of my scalp.

“Uh, sorry, Ms. Stoller, I-“

She sighs, disappointment heavy and devastating in her eyes. “Y/n, this is the third time you’ve been late this week. This responsibility is meant to teach you discipline, not further your obstinance.”

I cringe. “It’s just my mom, she-“

She holds up her hand. “You can give me all the excuses you want, but until you can show me commitment, you’ll have to extend your time with us.”

She motions for me to go, and I do, setting to work on cleaning up after the gymnasts and refilling the chalk cauldron as it empties.

I help stabilize the girls as they practice, holding waists and legs and hands and not minding the sticky smell of sweat and old perfume.

Most of them have gotten so used to me that they actively seek my assistance with routines, now. I’m broad shouldered and plump and tough for a girl - the one in class who always volunteers when teachers say they need “strong guys” for something - and the thinner girls know I can hold them steady and help lift them.

It’s nice to be relied on, even if some of them whisper about me when they think I’m not listening or laugh at me when I stumble and fall over divots in the mats. I’m used to it, though, and I have a strong backbone that my grandpa says I got from him.

This particular rainy fall day - maybe it’s the weather making them ornery - Stacy and Leah are out for blood.

I don’t think I’ve turned around or made a tiny mistake once without one of them rolling their eyes or scoffing at me or whispering something to the other. It’s revving me up, skin prickling in the way it does before I punch something - or someone, which is how I landed here on my weekends, anyway.

So, I’m trying to avoid them, but they must take that as a threat or challenge or something, because they start actively insulting me out loud. They remind me of chihuahuas, specifically Sam, the little guy in the down town pet shop who doesn’t need a reason to bite your heel and make you bruise.

Nah, I shouldn’t insult chihuahuas like that. Leah and Stacy aren’t cute like Sam, they’re more like evil porcelain dolls - the kind that the puppet master would make if he valued magazine beauty more than the grotesque and macabre.

My breaking resolve - the only thing keeping my fist from contacting a mouth - almost snaps in half when Stacy “accidentally” spills my freshly refilled powder on the floor. All of it, stark white and glittery, lies there taunting me, and the oven in my chest surges hotter.

Her and Leah laugh for what feels like minutes, and I know I have to get out of here. To avoid hurting something, I have to run. As far away as possible. Down the empty hallways, out the double doors, onto the football field.

I slip on the dewy fake grass and my face implants into the ground, knocking some of the rage out of me along with my breath.

High pain tolerance coming in handy, I roll over with an ache blooming fresh and dull behind my forehead, sigh, and stare up at the cloudy grey sky.

I’m never getting out of this. I’ll never have a weekend to myself again. Not that I did anything fun or productive with them to begin with.

Mr. Barr, the guidance counselor, says I should join something like Karate or Judo to displace my rage, but how can I if I’m stuck doing Ms. Stoller’s dirty work for the rest of the semester?

I tear pieces of sharp, synthetic grass out of the ground, making my fingertips sore and red, not really trying that hard to get myself standing so I can go back in, but then I hear hushed laughing.

Shit. I bolt up, ass taking the full brunt of the grass’s moisture, pants soaking through. I look around, not seeing a person, but, instead, a fat, billowy cloud of smoking floating up and dissipating in the atmosphere.

Come to think of it, I also smell cigarettes. I scrunch my nose. It’s awful, like hot tar and rubber, and I’m about to leave just so I don’t have to inhale it - so much for my alone time - when a face peaks around from behind the bleachers, grinning at me.

As soon as the floating head appears, it’s gone, pulled back in by its companion - because these dummies never go anywhere without one another - and hushed, arguing whispers ensue.

I sigh, start walking away, already too annoyed to deal with the two stooges, but the call of my name gets me to stop and turn.

“Hey, y/n,” Tommy says, fully out in the open, hair damp and clinging to his head, probably because he’s been out here in the rain for a while. “Uh, please don’t tell anyone?”

I wave him off. “It’s whatever.”

“What did she say?” Leo pops out, dragging on his white stick and puffing smoke from his nose like a dragon, grinning like an idiot.

Tommy groans and growls, grabs the cig from him and puts it out on his shoe. He pushes the shorter man on the chest and makes him stumble back. “You freaking idiot! Put that shit away!”

They’re kinda funny in a really annoying way. I can’t fight the smile on my face even if I try super hard, so I just let it happen.

Tommy looks back to me, still with a crimson flush darkening his sun ripened skin. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to bug you..”

“I mean, you were here first.” I shrug and kick the greenery.

Leo nods, agreeing with me, but also blushing. “Yeah, we were.”

Tommy clotheslines him in the stomach, and Leo groans and falls back. I can’t help but find this slapstick routine hilarious, and a tiny giggly hiccup plops out of me as Leo glares at both of us.

Tommy gives me a lop sided grin that’s oddly charming. “Hey,” he says, “you wanna hang out with us?”

I thumb behind me at the school. “Uh, I would, but I gotta get back to practice.”

Is it just me, or does his face droop a little like that sad brown hound dog on morning cartoons?

“Skip it,” Leo shrugs. “Who wants to hang out with some weird contortionist freaks, anyway.”

Tommy glares at him. “Hey, man, if she says she needs to be somewhere, that’s final.”

I look from one to the other, and find myself really wanting to hang out with them despite my commitments and better judgements. Sure, Tommy’s a womanizer, and Leo’s a prick, but they’re fun in an insufferable way.

It wouldn’t be so bad, maybe, to have friends. A purposeful grin is finally allowed to split my mouth. “Yeah, I’ll join you.”

Their hangout is two broken benches under the bleachers. As soon as we duck under, it starts to rain again, and I take this as a sign that maybe I am supposed to be here with them.

Leo lights up another cigarette with a match stick, and hands it to me after taking a lung full.

Tommy snatches it from him. “She’s a girl, Leo. Be respectful.”

I roll my eyes, and grab the cigarette from Tommy, who looks surprised enough to make me laugh out loud.

“Girls can smoke,” I say, and take a long drag. Way too long, way too much. Smoke infiltrates my inner organs and I start choking and sputtering and wheezing. Maybe girls can’t smoke. Maybe our lungs are too small, like Mr. Butler says in 5th period science class.

Doesn’t matter if we can or can’t, because I am never doing this shit again.

Every part of my insides feels flayed and charred like hot dogs on the grill, and I can’t stop hacking.

Leo ends our game of musical cigarette and grabs the stick back. “Maybe girls really can’t smoke.”

“Nah,” Tommy says, patting me on the back absently, “James did this, too, the first time. And then Annie didn’t do it.” He taps his finger on his chin, contemplative. “I think it has something to do with how much you take in at once.”

Leo plops down on the bench, puffing. “Yeah, yeah, smart guy.”

Tommy shrugs. “I’m just sayin’.”

After I’m done choking on leftover lung fire, I sit on the opposite bench and wipe tears off my face. “Why’re you guys out here on a weekend?”

“Well, think about it,” Tommy says, “this is the least likely place someone will look for us.”

“Tell her the other reason,” Leo says, a no good grin forming around his cigarette.

Tommy runs a hand through thick brown hair, shameful, shifting onto his other foot. “We watch the girls practice gymnastics. Sometimes.”

“You help, don’t you?” Leo asks me.

Shoulda figured. Boys. All the same.

“Seems you already know that, Leo,” I quip, leaning both elbows back on the soggy table and trying to sound uninterested and unaffected despite looking at them both a little differently now.

“You think Stacy would go out with me?” Leo asks.

Tommy glares at him. “Dude, she doesn’t wanna talk about her job-“

“Not a job,” I sigh. “You have to get payed for it to be that.”

They both cringe, showing some empathy. I appreciate that whether they’re being genuine or not.

“Oh, that’s what you got?” Leo asks. “For punching Nate in the face and breaking his cheekbone?”

It’s my turn to blush. “You know about that?”

“Uh, duh,” says Leo, “you think anyone can stop talking about it?”

“Why’d you hit him, anyway?” Tommy asks, taking a seat beside Leo.

“I’d rather not say.”

Leo scoffs. “Well, June says it was because he was making fun of those homeless, smelly kids on your bus. Which, no offense, but, seems like a bit of an overreaction.”

Tommy grabs his jacket sleeve. “Leo, you either learn not to be an asshole or shutup, because next time you say dumb shit, I’m gonna punch you.”

“He was trying lift her skirt up to see how dirty she was under it, and the bus driver was doing nothing,” I tell him, trying to calm myself with the guidance counselor’s methods.

Tap your fingers, count backward from 20, try to focus on what you can see and hear and feel rather than your emotions. It works like a wet bandaid.

“Oh… shit.” Leo looks at the ground.

“What a dick,” Tommy tuts, “you should’ve gotten an award, instead.”

“The award was my fist meeting his pretty boy face and taking him out of football for the season,” I shrug.

“Hold on,” Tommy says, looking at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. He narrows his eyes. “You’re sort of a… badass, aren’t you?”

“Hey, yeah,” Leo agrees, perking up.

I look away, not used to praise and wanting to reject it. Calling me a badass is way too much of a compliment. I’m more like an out of control raging bull, as my father affectionately says.

We talk for a little longer, and it feels easy to get along with them. Despite being huge perverts, and kind of pathetic, I find myself fitting in and being entertained. Misfits and degenerates, we eventually come together, I guess, much to the dismay of every normal person.

Tommy teaches me how to do a trick where you press against a wall with your arm, keep your feet planted, lean back, and then try to press again but can’t reach.

Leo shows both of us how to exhale white, pillowy smoke from your mouth and inhale it back into your nose.

Tommy asks me to arm wrestle him, and I lose horribly, which I just know inflates his already massive ego to an eldritch degree.

I win against Leo, but that’s not much of a confidence boost.

We take turns telling the freakiest, goriest stories we know. Leo’s is the best, captivating Tommy and I from start to finish and probably making it so neither of us will sleep without the light on for a week.

I’m actually sad when it’s time for them to go. We’re all damp and cold and probably look like a gang of wet dumpster cats up to no good, but I wouldn’t mind staying that way if it means I can hang out with these goons longer. And, I have almost entirely forgotten about slamming Stacy’s and Leah’s heads into concrete until I see brains.

Plus, Tommy notices I’m only in a thin sweater and drapes his bulky coat around me, and for a minute I kind of feel like one of the girls that fall victim to his charms.

I try to give it back, and we engage in a wrestling match that’s the opposite of tug of war. Even still, by the end of it we’re laughing so hard that I’m wheezing like I took another hit of the tobacco.

Practice is already over when I go in to collect my bag from the stage, but Ms. Stoller is waiting for me in her office. She’s filing papers, little spectacles perched on her dainty nose, and barely looks up at me as she talks.

“This is not how you show that you are reformed, y/n.”

I actually do feel pretty sorry, only because Ms. Stoller isn’t awful and she has a way of earning respect from her pupils that leads to certain devastation in her disappointment.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Stoller.”

She sighs and takes her glasses off. “Why don’t you join?” She finally looks at me, which is the wrong time to do so because my face is contorted in disgust and fear.

I would be less appalled if she started calling me names and spitting at me.

“What?”

“Join gymnastics,” she suggests, almost casually.

Casually.

Like that wouldn’t be the end of my already 3/4ths dead self confidence.

“Ms. Stoller, thanks but I-“

“It would be a good way for you to exercise and let some tension off. And we’d start you slow. I think you’d do well. Plus, then you wouldn’t have to be forced to do all the grunt work.”

I only blink at her like she’s lost her head.

“Just think about it,” she tells me, ignoring my resistance, going back to paperwork. “And let me know tomorrow at some point.”

She dismisses me.

#keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction #flying/dream to believe

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 5 months

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Hello, I see the asks are open! Here is some of this cake I got after killing a slime in the skull cavern: 🍰 just ignore the purple slime on it, I'm sure it's fine. lol. Definitely not a bribe. Anyway.

I made a character recently who adopted a child. Could I ask for some headcannons for how the characters react to the farmer tearing up after their adopted child casually calls them dad/mom for the first time.

For context, their adoption was from before they moved to stardew valley but is still pretty recent and the child has a few abandonment issues so it's a pretty big deal. If it's ok, could I ask for the expanded characters as well?

*Chewing cake* Oh, I thought that purple thing was plum jam. Hmm... *Still chewing the cake* Delicious 😋 Thank you! So, about the question...

I'm not sure, dear anon, exactly which characters you meant, so I did the bachelors/ettes, also added the ones from SVE as well. Thanks for the question! Enjoy!

Hedcanons is written on a situation where the characters know for the situation of the Farmer and their child, that they had adopted the kid before coming to the Valley, and that the child had a sense of abandonment.

SDV/SVE bachelors:

Shane understands more than anyone how much a tsunami of emotions can knock you down at times like this. The day he put Jas to bed and she sleepily called him "Dad" he'll never forget. The girl had already forgotten it, but Shane remembered it forever.

A feeling of abandonment... When Alex's abusive father left him alone with his mother, and later she passed away... It took athlete a long time to shake off the feeling of being unwanted. It's a blessing that he still has his grandparents, and that this child has a loving parent, Farmer.

If you see a little river coming out of nowhere near your feet, just know it's all Elliott's tears. The writer was so touched by the event, its like as if it was his own child calling him father. Elliott doesn't want to get involved right now, but he will congratulate Farmer later.

Sebastian, without noticing it himself, smiled broadly as the crying Farmer hugged their adopted child. Even though he doesn't fully realize how important this is to Farmer, he's genuinely happy for them.

Sam, who in the absence of his father has become not only Vincent's best big brother but now part father figure, truly understands Farmer, even if their situations are a bit different. Every child should have a family and Sammy is glad that this kid have the Farmer in their life.

Humanity is capable of incredible cruelty, but also great compassion and kindness. And Harvey's glasses get a little wet when he witnesses true kindness. He can't put into words how happy he is for this kid and how proud he is of Farmer.

Victor would definitely need a whole box of tissues, maybe two. The fact that the Farmer's foster child could finally feel like a member of the family touched Victor so much that he cried quietly.

The sight of a crying Farmer hugging their kid makes Magnus both smile and feel unbearably sad at the same time. What it's like when a child calls you dad, alas, Magnus will probably never know.

Lance's heart filled with joy when abandoned children found a family again. The adventurer, however, took it upon himself to scold the Farmer if they risked their lives for no good reason, where a child might be left without a family again.

SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

Penny had to cover her face with her hands, for her face was already a little swollen and red from the endless flow of tears. How happy Penny is for them! The girl wishes all the best for this family.

No child should ever feel abandoned, and Leah is very proud of Farmer that even though they were young, they were able to be a great parent to a child. It's not something everyone can do.

As much as Abigail tried to hide her tears, she failed. And you know what? She doesn't care! Even a man with a stone for a heart would shed a tear. The little one deserves a home and a loving family. Hell yeah, Farmer, good job!

Oh, how happy Emily is for them, how happy she is! Happy people and acts of kindness will always overwhelm her with positive emotions. Especially after all the troubles the kid has been through, she is glad child found people who love and care for them.

"Awww" Maru couldn't help gasp in tenderness, and can you blame her when her friend and their child are so happy? She would congratulate Farmer later, she didn't want to distract them right now.

As Haley was about to take a picture of the happy family to give to them later, she stopped herself at the last moment. It seemed to her that it was too personal to take a picture without asking. So Haley would only observe this beautiful scene. Ugh, her tears made her mascara run....

Sophia is about to cry herself to tears. Such a touching moment, she just can't hold back her tears at the sight of her crying friend and how much a child's words mean to Farmer.

Coming out of Jojamart for a break, Claire happened to witness this moment when she saw Farmer standing in the park in the spot where the cashier usually rested. They were crying and cuddling their child. She was very happy for both of them, and decided to rest elsewhere, not wanting to disturb the parent and their kid.

The happy child and their wonderful parent are sure to be the first gossip Olivia tells her friends. Running a farm and giving a family to an adopted kid is a lot of work and a lot of responsibility, and the woman is genuinely happy for the child and proud of Farmer.

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hummingbird-of-light · 9 months

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Against All Odds

Part 627

McCoy

They had not been lying together long before another knock sounded on the door. McCoy huffed and rolled his eyes as Scotty unwrapped himself to get it.

“Who is it?” McCoy called grumpily.

“It’s me sir,” Spock’s voice called through the door.

Jim entered the room behind Spock as Scotty opened the door.

“I wanted to check if you were alright sir,” Spock said. “It was a surprise to see Jocelyn at dinner.”

“She said her old school closed,” Jim put in.

Spock nodded. “I do not know what happened this summer, nor do I need to know, but it affected you.”

“Thanks Spock,” McCoy mumbled out.

“We’re here if you need us,” Jim said. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I didn’t like the feel I got from that girl.”

“Most likely because she does not like me k’diwa,” Spock said.

“Then she is an idiot,” Jim grinned.

“Your highness,” Spock said, turning back to McCoy, “if you need me, please let me know.”

“Thanks Spock. Just keeping her away from me would help.”

Breakfast the next morning passed easily. The only people around McCoy who didn’t know either what had happened or Jocelyn’s history with the palace were Sulu, Chekov, and Keenser. It gave McCoy a sense of safety to know Scotty and Robbie, Spock and Jim were ready to help him.

The morning went by quickly until Federation History.

McCoy was reading a message from Leah and didn’t notice when someone sat down next to him.

“Hi Len,” a cool voice purred at him. Fingers trailed against his arm to get his attention.

Startled, McCoy pulled his arm away quickly and looked over into Jocelyn’s green eyes. They held a knowing light.

“No,” McCoy said firmly, gathering his things and looking around for a different seat. “And you may not call me that. My name is Leonard.”

Across the room, he found a new seat. He concentrated on the PADD and the message in front of him, but he could feel the eyes of his classmates on him.

Jocelyn was not in any of McCoy’s afternoon classes, and he said a thanks for that as he dove into the pool. The cool water slipped past him, and he knew Scotty was watching him from the bleachers. The thought made him smile.

He finished his warm up laps and gathered with the rest of the team. Mr. Archer was standing near the first lane speaking with Jocelyn. McCoy had missed when she entered the hall with Christine.

Jocelyn got herself ready on the blocks and dove in when Archer gave her the sign. McCoy hauled himself up to sit on the edge of the pool where he could see Scotty better. He didn’t want to pay any attention to Jocelyn.

A moment later someone joined him. Aaron Blaten had pulled himself up to sit next to McCoy.

“She’s no good is she?” Aaron asked McCoy quietly.

McCoy looked over in surprise.

“I know we aren’t friends, but I know you’re a good person Leonard. You wouldn’t just have such a reaction like you did last night for no reason.”

McCoy was at a loss. After Aaron’s comment the night before he had expected the other boy to try to make a pass for Jocelyn.

“She’s not,” he whispered back. “I don’t want to talk about it. Just- just be careful around her.”

“Got it,” Aaron said with a quick smile.

Part 628

Scotty

The morning passed by quite quickly. Unfortunately though, Scotty shared some of his afternoon classes with Jocelyn. He couldn't help but glance at her from time to time.

And life wasn't good to him.

"Mr. Scott, would you please come over here and help Ms. Darnell with this equation?"

He heard the voice of his teacher and suppressed the heavy sigh that wanted to escape his mouth. Slowly, he got to his feet and walked over.

"Of course, ma'am. I will do my best."

Scotty took the free chair the teacher placed next to Jocelyn and glanced at her PADD.

The girl smiled shyly, twisting one of her curls with her finger

"Thank you so much. It's just... I've never been too good at math."

Then why was she in this class anyway? It was for the students who excelled at math. Despite the wish to snap at Jocelyn, Scotty tried to be polite as long as a teacher was around. He didn't need any trouble in his last semester.

"Ye see, it's not too hard once ye understand this."

The Scotsman started to scribble something down on his own PADD. He tried his best not to meet Jocelyn's eyes for he knew that it would only make him angry.

Memories of the last evening passed his mind. He still couldn't believe that he had argued with Christine because of that girl. It wasn't like him to do so. But... he needed to protect Leonard with everything he got. So he'd do it again if necessary.

"Ye see?"

He glanced at Jocelyn to see her looking at his PADD. She seemed to focus on the numbers.

"I... I think so. Then this would mean..."

She turned her attention to her own PADD and scribbled something down. It was correct.

"Aye, that's it. Ye've got it."

Scotty wanted to get back to his seat and stood up, but Jocelyn quickly grabbed his arm. The touch made him tense. This very hand had touched his fiancé not too long ago.

"Wait, Scotty. I... thank you. It means a lot to me that you help me."

After everything she had done to Leonard? Was she trying to say that?

Scotty carefully pulled his arm back.

"No problem. If the teacher asks me to help a student, then I help."

Without another word, he returned to his seat. He didn't want anything to do with that girl.

Scotty was sitting next to Spock, watching the swim team. He hadn't had gotten the chance to talk to Leonard yet, but he knew that they'd have time after training. He wanted to tell his fiancé about what had happened.

His eyes fell on Jocelyn when she dove into the water. She really was a bonnie lass. A lot of lads probably were crazy for her already.

Well... he didn't care too much about who Jocelyn would end up with, as long as she stayed away from Leonard.

Leonard.

Scotty frowned when he saw who was sitting next to his love.

It was Aaron.

The Scotsman's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Why was Leonard talking to the boy who had injured him and had told lies about the incident? It didn't make any sense.

From where Scotty was sitting, he couldn't make out any words. However, Spock seemed to notice his worry.

"I am quite sure that our highness has his reasons to talk with Aaron."

Scotty nodded slowly.

"Aye. Sure."

Still, he didn't stop wondering the whole time.

When the training was finished, Scotty waited in front of the changing rooms. He couldn't wait to wrap his arms around his fiancé and kiss him.

It surprised him to see Leonard coming out of the room with Aaron. The boy slapped the prince's shoulder and winked at him, before leaving.

"Thanks again, man."

Scotty looked after the boy, then turned his attention to Leonard again, sending him a questioning glance.

What had that been about?

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds

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A Mime Walks into a Bookstore || Regan & Leah

TIMING: Current, after Black and White and Desperate All Over (also see The Sound of Silence) LOCATION: Fully Booked PARTIES: Leah and Regan SUMMARY: Regan stops at the bookstore that Cass pointed out to her, hoping to find some answers in the pages of medical texts. Leah has other thoughts about what's going on. CONTENT WARNING: None

Regan had scoured her own library dozens of times, coming up completely without answer other than a few poorly sketched mushrooms in an old journal. As much as she didn’t want anyone seeing her like this, it was time to source some other help. She frowned down at her feet, noting her footsteps had grown eerily silent, as she headed for the only bookstore in town that she knew of: Fully Booked. That girl from the park got her most of the way there, and she was determined to take it from here. But she’d practically ran right into the closed door. Regan backed up, sighing as no sound came out, and pushed her way in.

She tried to ignore the stares from the couple of people perusing books inside. People sometimes stared at her anyway. She was always pale. But as she looked down at her stark white hand, she knew this was beyond even her normal, and it didn’t help that every article of clothing she put on ended up going straight to monotone. She even tried her brightest turtleneck – the beige one. Looking around, she located the counter and tried to get the woman’s attention. But when she opened her mouth to say “hello,” nothing came out. That was still happening? She scrunched her face in irritation.

Still, there were other ways to get attention. She gave the counter a light rap with her fist and tried to hook the woman into making eye contact. Once that was achieved, Regan nodded eagerly. Now what? She twisted her lips. This was frustrating. She assumed she’d be able to explain herself, but the laryngitis was in full force. Regan pointed out toward a notepad she saw, asking silent permission to have it handed to her. She gestured to her mouth and shook her head. I can’t speak.

The duck herding book deliveries were finally… finally slowing down. Still, Leah had piles and piles of them in the back room, no matter how cheap she tried to make the books, nobody in Wicked’s Rest wanted them. So instead, she was stuck writing letters of donation to the closest wildlife reserves in the area, feeling a bit guilty that these donations weren’t out of the kindness of her heart but of the desperation to clear some room in her stockroom.

A light rap on the counter shook her out of her guilt, and she looked up with a bit of a jump. There had been no indication someone was in front of her until the knock- she hadn’t even heard footsteps. Still, she greeted the pale woman in front of her with a smile. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you coming!” she said, closing her laptop and getting a better look at the woman’s pale complexion. She wondered, briefly, if it were a very hungry zombie staring back at her. Or someone allergic to the sun with a very specific fashion sense.

The woman, for her part, looked like she was trying to communicate something, but it wasn’t until she pointed to the notepad that Leah knew what she was looking for. Okay, allergic to the sun, specific fashion sense, and …couldn’t speak? This was one for the books. “Oh! Yes, okay…”

Hastily, Leah ripped out the first page of the notepad, full of scrawls about what to look up next in the Scribary, and stuffed it into her pocket. Then, she slid the notepad over to the eccentric woman, placing a pen on top as well. “I’m glad to see you’ve been pulled in by the appeal and addiction of literature. Are you looking for anything in particular? Right now we’re running a sale on Gardening Books, and 99% off of this fantastic work I have about duck herding. Are you interested?”

Regan’s relief at having the pad of paper and pen slid over to her was short-lived. What was the woman talking about? Duck herding? There was no way Regan heard that correctly. And what had she so frantically torn off the top of the pad? The woman’s words all kind of blurred together, as did the rows and rows of books behind her, and Regan wasn’t sure which of the two of them was more confused right now. She groped for the pen, annoyed at how clumsy it felt in her fingers.

At least she could write. But what to write? How could she even explain this madness? She looked down at the blank paper with her face scrunched up. Right. Regan slowly started writing. “Mushroom laryngitis.” She tore the page off and showed it to the woman. Well, that probably clarified nothing at all. Regan tried again. “Encounter with unusual mushrooms. Now I can’t speak. My senses are impaired. My shirt is supposed to be beige.” She hesitated, unsure how much offering the name of the mushroom might be of assistance. While the others knew about it, Kaden clearly hadn’t. Still, she included it: “Carbad an bháis.” With that, she shared this page with her, too. Maybe she should have included her complete lack of interest in duck herding somewhere in the explanation.

Was it rude to peek while someone was writing if the message was for you? Leah wasn’t sure. She drummed her fingers on the desk, looking around the shop and trying to seem appropriately nonchalant, even though she was dying to know more about this strange person in front of her. It didn’t take her long to show her what she wrote, though. But Leah didn’t really have an answer for the words laid out in front of her. Mushroom laryngitis. Her mouth opened, and then closed tight and opened again. For a moment, her mind drifted to the fae, and their affinity for mushroom circles. But it was not the season, and their circles didn’t cause laryngitis, as far as she could remember. But she was smart enough to know that not everything they had written on the fae was accurate, thanks to their tricky nature.

By the time she opened her mouth to speak again, the woman had already started writing once more. She squinted her eyes to try to read the writing upside down as it was appearing on the page. Politeness be damned, now she was invested. When the paper was presented to her once more, she had already almost read it all. She looked behind the pale, strange, mushroom infested woman and around her store, noticing that it only housed a few people besides the two of them, all of which were a good distance away.. Still, she felt the need to keep her voice down, to keep what the woman wrote down on the paper hidden under wraps. Because there wasn’t much doubt in her mind that whatever she was experiencing was Supernatural.

“Okay”, she said, a little breathless with a nod. She let out a sigh. “Okay.” She blinked, and then placed her hand on the woman’s, nodding a little at her. “Before we start, I want you to understand that what’s happening to you has probably happened before. I’m confident that we’ll get your senses and your beigeness back, as long as you understand that the methods you come across might appear a little unorthodox.”

She didn’t know if this woman believed in the supernatural. She didn’t even know if she was human. There was a heartbeat there, sure, but it was slower than most. Was that due to the mushroom as well? “I guess… before I go looking for something that could help, I probably need to know if this encounter was… accidental or on purpose. Did you happen upon them in the woods? Put them on an eclectic flavored pizza?”

It was obvious that the woman was watching as Regan was writing, but she just took that as a sign of being invested and helpful. It was good. That she seemed alarmed but not scared was also a good sign. This was far more promising than that fae child she’d ran into yesterday.

Her hearing went dull and quiet for a moment, the woman’s words difficult to make out, as if she wasn’t speaking so quietly already. Like she was hearing them from underwater. Regan’s mind flashed to her training, the first time she took to the water, the hands that held her down and the frantic way she’d clawed at them. Cliodhna had complained about the thick lines her fingers had razed into her skin for days. They were pitiful, she said. When Cliodhna had taken to the water herself, she accepted it without scramble for air. At least, according to her. Regan frowned. Right. Focus. She inhaled a deep breath if only to remind herself that she could. On the paper, she wrote sorry. What had she said? Fox methods? It didn’t matter. Regan flicked the pen against the paper and wrote need to find which antifungal to use.

This was good, though – she had someone’s attention. Someone with resources. And she could hear her a little better now, like cotton had been removed from her ears; she knew it was only a matter of time before it would be stuffed back in. Regan nodded, eyes alight, allowing herself some hope that the woman knew a thing or two about what she was talking about. She had doubted her decision to come here, but now it seemed like the most fruitful thing she’d done over the last few days. In the woods, Regan scrawled, went too close by mistake. They grow around death. No pizza. And the others had tried to warn her. They would know how to fix this. But nothing could make her go crawling back to them. Nothing. Regan had tried to flick through her own books that she’d managed to pilfer from her Saol Eile collection before leaving, but she couldn’t find anything about these mushrooms. She tore off the piece of paper and handed it to the woman, even though it was clear the woman had already seen what she’d written. On the new page, Regan added, I’m a doctor. Where are your medical texts?

The woman seemed deep in thought, and with her face twisted in introspection, Leah really had a chance to get a better look at her, and something struck her. Between the black and white clothing, the pale complexion, and the lack of a speaking voice, she almost reminded Leah of a… mime? No, it couldn’t be, right? She opened her mouth, ready to ask more questions, when she was writing again. “So this is just from inhaling the spores, then? Interesting…”, she said, coming from behind the counter so she could search the store for something that might help the woman.

Hidden among the shelves of Fully Booked were a number of works about the supernatural that Leah considered quite reputable, although she had to classify them as fiction to keep the secret of the town under wraps. Whenever someone needed real advice, like the mime-woman, Leah always pointed them in that direction. A new page was presented to her as she walked by, and what was written there gave her pause. “Um…”, she pressed her lips together, bringing the woman close so no one else would hear. “Did you ever consider that what’s going on with you might not have a medical explanation? I mean, strange things happen in this town all the time, don’t you think?” Choosing to momentarily ignore the mime and her (frankly) ridiculous request, she grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her toward the fiction section, already thinking of a supernatural plant book that might have an answer for them. “Maybe we should explore other avenues first!”

Regan nodded. Yes, just from the spores. Not a fashion statement. It was beside the point that this was just about her usual level of pale anyway. It felt good to be believed, but it was unusual. Had this happened to someone she knew, she wasn’t sure she would have extended the same courtesy. She would need to return someday and thank this woman – finding other words to do so, of course. Presuming she’d be able to speak.

The woman seemed deep in thought, considering something. Did she know what this was? Or – oh. Regan deflated. As far as she was concerned, everything had a medical explanation; the real question was whether or not it was known yet. A silent sigh left her lips, and she shook her head no. Before Regan could take to the paper again, she had the woman’s fingers around her wrist – fingers that were burning hot – and was being tugged into one of the aisles. She looked around, trying to read some of the spines. Why did that book cover have a dragon on it? What kind of medical text section was th– fiction. It was fiction. Regan dug her heels into the ground and stopped the two of them in their tracks. She crossed her arms, and gave a pointed look at the woman, who she knew was trying her best to be helpful.

Fiction? She mouthed the word, clear as day.

Leah paused. Curse her efficient, readable labeling system! It was entirely inefficient at a time like this. “Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘One man’s trash is another man’s treasure?’”, she asked, rocking on her heels a bit. “It sounds otherworldly, but sometimes the same is true for fiction. Plus, my teenage employees are terrible at organizing, so… who knows what we’ll find!” Leah knew exactly what she would find, but this poor, naive woman didn’t seem like she was going to be too keen on it.

She wasn’t good with confrontation, at least not with customers. So, like an asshole, she took advantage of this woman’s temporary inability to speak. “Right!”, she said, clapping her hands together. She ran her fingers over the spines, pulling out a few and handing them over to the woman before she had a chance to protest. “Let’s see…, ‘Mushrooms and the Shapes they Take, Supernatural Quandaries for Dummies, Plants and Mushrooms in Maine: An Expert’s Guide”. That last one was passable as legitimate, it wasn’t until chapter two that it started listing supernatural diseases. “I do think these will all be very helpful, but if you’re insisting on looking at the medical texts, we have a small section back there by the children’s section.”

Before Regan could gesture out a protest, she was having a pile of books stacked into her arms. Betrayed by her own ears, she barely heard any of the titles. But she looked down as a book with the word supernatural was shoved toward her, and she visibly bristled, giving the woman a look that was equal parts desperation and irritation. This certainly wasn’t the kind of help she had been looking for. Regan buckled under the weight of the books and the woman had at least stopped piling them on. What was that about medical texts near the children’s section? She couldn’t use her hands to wave no more, but she shook her head to get the point across. This was enough. She hobbled back toward the counter, dropped the books on it, and took a closer look.

One of them at least appeared to be a field guide. That could have some useful information. She flicked through it in thought, and it looked reputable enough. The other ones, though, made her stomach curdle. She could almost see Cliodhna, disappointment etched deep. Regan shuddered and pushed all but the field guide away, then took out her wallet – which was also now entirely black and white. As were the bills she had on her, and her formerly-blue credit card. She grumbled silently and handed it to the woman, communicating an utter lack of amusement with her monochrome face.

This wasn’t going well. The first rule of customer service was to appeal to what the customer wanted, and this mime-woman clearly didn’t want what she was selling. But, she decided, the first rule of helping clueless citizens of Wicked’s Rest was to play the fool while offering whatever you could. These works probably would help her customer, but it was up to her to trust the process. Leah couldn’t help but urge her along. “I know it doesn’t make any sense”, she said at the woman’s first sign of protest. “But it’s not going to hurt at all to at least read these books, okay? Maybe they’ll surprise you.”

She followed her customer back to the counter, putting on her best, fake, store owner smile. She wished that she could come out and say it- that what this girl was experiencing was almost definitely supernatural, and the longer she denied it the harder it would be to cure, but there was a certain reputation to uphold, and, as a Scribe, a secret to uphold, too. As ran the dull black and white credit card, she caught the woman’s eye contact. “Bring it back if you don’t find anything useful. I’ll give you a full discount. And- here…” She ripped another page off of the top of her notebook, writing her name and phone number there, pushing it over to her. “In case you think of anything else that might help.”

The woman’s insistence only made Regan more firm in her convictions, and she crossed her arms as her card was run. She had half a mind to stick her tongue out and just storm out, which she hadn’t done in many years. Apparently having her voice taken from her brought back some of her recalcitrant attitude from long ago. But of course, she wouldn’t let herself do that. So she waited, her eyes narrowed and her frown deep as she looked at the woman who seemed so annoyingly sure of herself.

After what seemed like an eternity, she had her stupid black and white card back in hand, and she stuffed the probably-useless book into her bag. She looked toward the ones she was choosing to leave behind, her eyes hovering for a moment, but… no. She was desperate, but not that desperate. Regan stared down at the notebook page that the woman had torn off. Leah. An interesting woman. Maybe too interesting. Regan hesitated, but decided to grab the page. She folded it and stuck that in her bag, too. With a quick wave, she ducked out of the store, allowing herself a kernel of hope that she wouldn’t need to come back for the books left behind on the counter.

#writing #c leah

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jojotier · 2 years

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Retail Hell.

The lights were flickering and it wasn’t even time for the ghosts to start haunting her. The red glow of a camera peeking from the chip display was an omen. Leah thought, It’s going to be a long night.

Leah’s lips pressed together as she tried hard not to stare at the light dead on, only glancing at it from the corner of her eye. The camera was perched between the cool ranch and barbecue Doritos in such a way that the buzzing fluorescents above were sharply reflected on its metal surface. She supposed she could thank the youtubers for the courtesy of not even trying to hide it anymore, but she wasn’t entirely convinced that they could have that kind of foresight.

Hell, though. There were CCTV cameras pointed at her all hours of the night anyway. At least the youtubers’ camera worked past 1am.

Leah tried not to pay the camera any mind as she went about her nightly duties. There weren’t that many to complete, really; the 7-11 had taken out its gas station parts years ago, so she really only had a dingy storefront to worry about. She cleaned floors and tried to wipe grease out of the hot dog machine. She zoned the products on the shelves until they were relatively pristine. The usual midnight crowd of stoners had been scared away by the cold and that didn’t bode well for Leah’s night.

The blonde hiding behind the chip aisle was muttering under her breath. Leah rolled her eyes and pretended she didn’t hear, slipping behind the counter to retrieve her book. Technically, she wasn’t allowed to be doing anything except work-related actions, but her boss couldn’t check the cameras every night. She wasn’t above taking advantage with the shit pay she got.

She sat in the chair she wasn’t allowed to have at the counter when the lights above her flickered. Leah tilted her head up and risked burning her eyes out with the artificial illumination, resting her book against her chest. The light remained stubbornly on.

Opening her book to where she’d left off, Leah read the tail end of ‘-claws digging deep into the flesh with the thrill of despair against the base of the nail-’ when the light flickered off again.

Instead of looking up at the seizing bulb she turned her head in the direction of the badly muffled giggling. There was a conspicuously loud “Sh!!!” and then the lights beamed back over Leah’s head.

She closed her eyes and counted to three.

When they opened the camera was still recording away in its home amongst the junk food. The banes of her existence had managed to knock some of the cool ranch onto the ground. Leah was going to have to pick that up at some point. She rested her elbows on the counter, held up her book, and resolved to do it later.

For a while there was something akin to peace. Leah was able to relax with her book as the girls whispered loudly back and forth with “-you do it-” and “-you have the amulet-” and “for the love of the Unholy-” as Leah turned the page.

Mixed with the sleepy drone of the freezers lining the wall and the rattle of the heater pattering on in the back, it reminded her of those ASMR videos Bianca was into. She couldn’t deny that they were soothing, though the themes of some of the videos put her off. There was only so much of “Yandere Killer Clown Girlfriend Puts You To Sleep ASMR | Scary Murder Bedtime” that Leah could listen to before she stopped thinking it was ironic and started worrying about Bianca’s taste in women.

She shook her head and refocused on her book, rereading the paragraph she’d just glanced over as she sank back into her seat.

It was beginning to build up to the climax by then. The suspense that had been slowly building was being topped off little by little by sense details as the protagonist trudged through the halls of a neverending mansion toward freedom. There was the drag of her foot behind with every step forward; the tactile feeling of her hand sliding along wet concrete. The slow, steady thunk… thunk… thunk of footsteps behind leisurely matched her pace. It could reach out any time it wanted with those long, flat hands and snatch her back into the darkness on a whim.

She was being toyed with.

The pull of claws against the wall ceased to be fiction. The lights died and hid what caused the shriek of frozen glass splintering under a cover of sudden darkness. Leah’s breath caught in the back of her mouth. Silence filed in.

The squeak of the pilfered office chair cracked through the air and Leah winced at the noise, going still in the middle of standing. She listened. Sound itself had dissolved, turning the shabby outer hull of a 7-11 to turn into an anechoic chamber from which Leah couldn’t extract herself. Every foot she placed in front of the other echoed, tracking her path across the narrow crevice separating the cashier’s nook from the rest of the store. She passed in front of the camera and her stomach lurched.

She glanced at the display of chips. In the dimness of the dark store the overly bright wrappers seemed to shimmer in unnatural ways, highlighted by the steady red gleam of a video camera which was still recording. Its owners were nowhere to be heard. It was only Leah, standing in the camera’s view, looking at the light and breathing.

The spaces between the aisles were plunged in black. At least on the path that Leah was on, walking straight past the displays of region-specific novelty crap and paper towels, the lights flickered dully every once in a while. She hoped that the girls just got bored and left. It didn’t matter if they had or not, because Leah refused to check. She turned again toward the wall of freezers and walked.

The lights within the freezers were still on, casting an eerie glow on the scuffed tile from behind rows of off-brand soda and freezer-burned pizza. Leah took another step forward and the lights brightened, making the shiny gash across the metal and glass shine. The glass had warped away from where mist poured from the open wound as though it had been cauterized. Its edges had been rendered utterly smooth.

The hairs on Leah’s arms were rising against the cold as she stepped into the spotlight cast from a freezer full of Mr. Pep. Even the mechanical drone of the machinery had ceased to exist, leaving the section running without the grace of an end. Mesmerized by the shine of stark white light against the gentle slope of the strangely broken glass, Leah reached a hand out. By the time she registered the compulsion her heart hammered with the desire to pull away. But her hand didn’t stop moving. The tips of her fingers touched the icy glass

and something began to drip.

Leah swallowed, hands magnetized to the pliant edge of the broken freezer door even as little drops of something dark dripped onto her skin. Even if she scrubbed her hands from tawny to red, there would be no taking the smell of rot from her fingers. She slowly looked up at where the source of the oily black substance came from and, hooking around the top edge of the broken freezer door frame, was a pale hand.

The fingers rotated grotesquely about the joints of its knuckles as a second hand joined the first. A dirty blonde head followed after, looking up at the ceiling while its curtain of matted hair cascaded into Leah’s face, sticking to her lips with wiry strands crawling with thousands of little insects which brushed against her skin.

The lights came on.

Leah’s eyes widened as the first audible click of bones crunching together sounded into the quiet. The creature’s neck was bending backward by degrees, each degree bent accompanied by the increasingly pronounced grinding of vertebrae into deformity. Oil spilled from its lips and tracked down its cheeks, dripping into its forehead as its mouth unhinged itself into the slow, sick wheeze of accusation.

Leah knew this face.

Slowly moving back, Leah said, “Ma’am. I’ll have to ask you to get out of the freezer.”

The woman jerked her head to the side, a low howl catching against the twisted hollow of her throat. Leah gave the smile that she had given thousands of difficult customers before and would likely continue to give until the day she died. “I’m afraid I don’t quite understand- could you please repeat that?”

The woman made the same noise again, jerking her head to the other side.

“I see,” said Leah, though she couldn’t understand a damn thing. “... One more time?”

The woman jerked her torso out of the freezer and reached out for Leah with five fingers twisted together into two talons. Leah held onto the hand and tried to ignore how it felt like wet meat stuffed inside of a thick plastic glove. “Take your time, ma’am.”

“Oh what the FUCK.” From the chip aisle came the unmistakable sound of someone jumping to their feet. Leah glanced back and saw another familiar face barreling toward her. She was still smiling, but it suddenly became much harder to maintain. She’d only been seeing this same woman every night for the past month, flanked by her clumsy blonde camerawoman.

“Miss Autumn,” Leah said, “is something wrong?”

“Is something wrong?” Autumn parroted, voice cracking in the middle. She gestured to where the spectre was trying to wiggle out from the freezer. “Is- are you- that? How are you not freaking out right now?”

Leah’s eyebrow twitched. “I know that she can seem a bit… intense, at first-”

Autumn scoffed, shaking the ginger curls from her face with a dismissive shake of the head. “Oh, spare me. I’ve seen things your fragile mortal mind couldn’t even comprehend.”

“Of course.” Leah said and turned her attention more toward helping to pull the creature onto solid ground.

“There are worlds out there you wouldn’t even know,” Autumn continued, her pale hands fluttering to the rhythm of her words, “Magic beyond your reach! There’s an entire community of us who are the last line of defense against this sort of thing- against you having to deal with this.”

“That’s cool.” Leah reached up to help pull one of the willowy stalks of skin that were the creature’s legs down to rest on the ground again.

Autumn was speaking more to the camera in her cohost’s hands than to Leah at this point. “Doesn’t that mean anything to you? Haven’t you looked into the face of terror long enough? You’ve been alone here for how long, without a single soul to see how much you’re suffering at the hands of these things? Do you not live in fear for your life?”

“That’s just customer service.” Leah said.

Autumn’s head whirled toward her. “You can’t actually think this is normal!”

Leah ignored her. Instead, she helped brush the stray bits of frost from the creature’s concave shoulders. The creature towered over her to the point of needing to stoop down to even fit under the ceiling and Leah had to stand on her toes to reach.

Leah told the creature, “There you go- now, if you need some place to warm up for the night, you’re welcome to the back room.”

The creature clicked from under her shaggy hair and ambled on back, her long feet dragging against the already grimy floor. Leah sighed. She was going to have to clean that. And also explain the freezers. Again.

“Hey?” Autumn asked, “Are you even listening?”

“Oh,” Leah said, turning to the camera. “Was there anything I could help you with?”

Autumn sucked in a breath through her teeth. Whenever she wasn’t speaking, she was much more tolerable to be around, as well as being pretty nice to look at. It would have been unprofessional for Leah to admit, but the scattering of freckles across her nose were pretty, and it was a shame they belonged to someone who apparently had made it her mission to make Leah’s life exponentially harder.

“We just,” Autumn said, “need to know one thing.”

“Yeah?”

There was an intense moment where Autumn looked into her eyes. They were a strange pale brown, the color of leaves freshly fallen to the concrete and fading gently in the afternoon sun. They were captivating.

“Do you believe in the supernatural now?” Autumn asked.

“No.” Leah flatly lied. “I do not.”

#my writing #original character #romcom #paranormal romance #body horror tw #horror #like the thing in the freezer is not for the faint of heart lol #thinking of making this haunted 7-11 prospect my nanowrimo project this year!!!#hopefully i finish it lol

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But You Don't Know Where You're Going

Logan: [I knew my girl had been having problems sleeping. She claimed it was typical, though I knew it wasn’t. Not nearly as much as it probably had been before we had gotten married. But it felt like lately, I was waking up without my wife in my arms. Since the battle, things had changed. And I didn’t know if it was a good thing. It made me wonder if she looked down on me because I had Cyrus’ blood on my hands.

I still hadn’t told her exactly what happened in that clearing after she had been knocked out. And I wasn’t sure I was ever going to tell her. It wasn’t something she needed to be aware of. She didn’t need to know just how much of a danger my magic could be. It didn’t want her to be afraid of me. It was a lot to take in if you hadn’t seen it. And no one had seen exactly what I had done. No one except maybe Colette. But that was only because she had an uncanny way of seeing the future.

This morning felt a little more different than normal. I hated the feeling of waking up without Leah in my arms, but since the battle, she had been up before me. She hated disturbing me. That’s what she liked to tell me. But I felt it in my bones that something was different. My arms were empty, and the air was cold. I knew she was okay. She wasn’t in mortal danger. The bond told me that much.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I didn’t hesitate as I climbed out of bed. Pulling on a pair of flannel sleep pants, I let myself stretch before I took another step. I was going to talk to her about what had happened. I didn’t want her to think badly of me. I needed her to understand that I had done what I needed to do to protect her. It was the only reason I could see for her not being in my arms when she woke up.

What I needed to do was talk to someone who knew the fear I had. The fear that their other half would look at them differently if they knew the truth. And I knew exactly who I needed to go looking for. I needed to talk to Beezer. But I felt myself pause as I looked at Leah’s bedside table. It seemed bare. There were a few things missing, but it wasn’t exactly jumping out to me.

Filing it away, I started towards the kitchen. I figured I could wait for him there. But apparently that was unnecessary. I could see the angel tattoo staring me down as I came down the steps. I could only clear my throat as I walked into the kitchen. I didn’t want to surprise the shit out of him and have his wolf try and kill me.

But Beezer had enough common sense to turn and look as I cleared my throat. I just wasn’t sure what the fuck I was supposed to say. How was I supposed to ask this question? It was probably better just I get it out.] How did you keep Rora from freaking out when you told her about how vicious your wolf was?

[The look of surprise was written on his face. It was almost like that hadn’t been what he was expecting. Of course, I had to clear the air so he knew what I was talking about.] Leah’s been having nightmares since she came back to consciousness. Bad enough that she’s been awake before I get up and is out doing something to distract her. And if it’s because she found out the shit I did to Cyrus, then I need to know how to get her to trust me again. Because what I did to your brother was fucked up. And I wouldn’t blame her for being terrified of me. And I know you went through a similar fear with Rora. Don’t lie and tell me you didn’t. You had to have been fucking terrified to let her see that part of you.

Beezer: -I was glad Logan had cleared his throat because he’d still surprised me a little. I was up early. I had to go into the gym for work today. Aurora and the baby were still asleep, but they’d been up half the night. We were at that phase of life where two am meant that Dinah may or may not be sleeping peacefully in her crib or she might be screaming at the top of her lungs. Last night, she’d been restless, but the two of them were resting now, at least.

I was eating some cereal, not sure who else in the House was awake when he walked into the room. I turned to face him, but his line of questioning hadn’t been what I was expecting at all.

It was a good question though. I’d been terrified to let the wolf out around her, but it had all worked out for the best. Maybe that was what he needed to hear right now. He just looked a little scared.-

I just told her, man. I didn’t know how to hide it from her. And I mean, I would have if I could have, but in the end it didn’t matter. She loves me any damned way.

-I pulled out the chair next to me at the table and patted the chair-

I’ve known Leah a long time, and I’ve never seen her as devoted to someone as she is to you. Don’t think you’re going to scare her. She’s seen a lot of shit. She’s done a lot of shit. A lot of shit has happened to her. She loves you enough that whatever happened between you and Cy isn’t going to matter. I promise you she’d have done whatever you did and worse if she could have.

Logan: [I couldn’t stop my mind from racing as I took a seat next to Beezer. There was still a lot to talk about with him, but I guess he was right. I knew there was a lot of history between Leah and Cyrus. And she would have done whatever she needed to to take him out. But it still made me question why she wasn’t here with me. And why it had been a problem for her to sleep at night. But at the same time, those were questions that only Leah could answer. But I could tell Beezer what my fears were. I could confide in someone other than Leah.]

I just feel like she’s shutting me out. And it’s not something I want to deal with. I want her to be okay. I want her to be happy the way she used to be. And these days, I don’t know how to do it. Every time I try to do something, she just shoves me away from her. And I know it’s not something she means to do. But it is something she’s doing. Even as she tries to keep me close. I don’t know. Maybe I’m being ridiculous. Maybe it’s because her side of the bed was fucking empty when I woke up.

[I wasn’t entirely sure why I was telling him everything. I knew I was holding back Beezer. I knew he was due to go back into the gym today. We had more than enough hands to help take care of Dinah, and everything needed to start going back to normal. I just wasn’t sure what was in the cards for Leah and I. I wasn’t sure if Dinah was going to be a strong enough pull to keep us in one place, or if we were going to go back to travelling.

Truth be told, I wanted to stay. I liked it here, and I knew that Leah loved being around her family again. I wasn’t going to rip that from her if it was something she loved. But I also wasn’t going to keep her here if she couldn’t be here. I knew it could be too much to handle going from being alone to having so many people around her. But it was still something I wanted to give her the chance to explore.] I just don’t get why she cleared off her bedside table. It’s like she needed a moment alone. And in doing that, she kind of just left me in the dark.

Beezer: -I was following along with what Logan was telling me until he told me that Leah cleaned off her bedside table. I knew what was on that table. It was the one thing that was always a constant in her life. The only thing she had with her from her old life back in Washington. It wasn’t a coincidence that she always kept it next to the bed. The only picture she had of her father wasn’t something that anyone was going to be able to get rid of or want to keep too far away, especially not when her father had been the only person in her life back there who understood her even a little bit.

My mind had been a little caught up in everything I had to do today. I had plans, and things I needed to get straight, but that one little detail caught all of my attention. If it had just been that Leah couldn’t sleep, I could tell Logan to be patient, that things would get back to normal in time. Her not being in bed this morning with all of the things on her bedside table gone meant only one thing.-

You said all her stuff was gone from beside the bed. I need you to think hard, go back upstairs to check if you need to. Was the picture of her father there? Because if it wasn’t, she’s gone. And not like gone for a walk or gone out to check the mail or any of that. I mean she ran.

-Leah was a runner. I’d known that since I met her. It was written all over her when she’d wandered into the St. Pierre Pack’s bar down in New Orleans looking for a job. She wasn’t like any of the other people around there, and there was more to it than her just being a different breed of shifter than any of the rest of us. She was a nomad. She didn’t have a real home. She hadn’t had one until she came here and started all of this. Whenever she ran, the only thing that always came with her was that photo.-

Logan: Fuck. [The curse slipped from my lips without a second thought. I knew for a fact that it wasn’t there. It was the thing that I hadn’t thought about earlier. The biggest clue that my wife had gone on the run. And part of me knew where she was going. But it wasn’t something I wanted to think about. And I didn’t know how much of a head start she had gotten. If I was going to catch her, I needed to leave now. But that was a big question I had to consider.

Did I want to give her time to think before I approached her, or did I just go barrelling after her? This wasn’t something we had had to address before. She hadn’t run like this since the moment we walked into that church in Las Vegas. We dealt with shit together. It didn’t matter how serious it was, we handled it. And knowing she had run without saying a word just pissed me off. I wasn’t sure what she was doing or why she felt she couldn’t come to me, but I was not a happy person at the moment.

My eyes narrowed for a second before I thought about my next step. And, in truth, I had no fucking idea what to do. I didn’t know if it was going to cause more problems if I ran after her. But I couldn’t let her get too far before I went after her. I didn’t know how she was going to react. And that terrified the fuck out of me.] I need to find her. Fuck that if she thinks she’s getting any kind of time by herself. We’re going to fucking deal with this. You know her. Do you think she’ll run if I find her?

Beezer: -I watched the thoughts rolling behind his eyes go from confusion to realization and then panic before settling on resolve. It didn’t really matter what I said to him. He was going after that girl, and he fucking needed to. It was high time she quit running from everything when she got scared and stood her ground and faced things. It was strange how when something was physically frightening she was the first one to stand up and face it, but when something was emotionally daunting she was the first one out the door. -

She’s running but she needs to be found. I don’t know what’s spooked her, but if anyone can find out and talk her back into her right mind it’s you. She’s in love with you, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her really in love with anyone before. Don’t let her run, anymore.

-I fished around in my pockets for the keys to my motorcycle. I wasn’t planning on driving it this morning. The car was much more practical to take into work most of the time, and if I knew Leah she was in the truck on the way to wherever she was headed. I tossed the keys onto the table in front of Logan-

She’s gone. She’s got the truck. You’ll need something to drive. So take my bike. I’m not going to need it for awhile. Just being her silly ass home.

Logan: [I barely stuttered out a thank you before I was running back up the stairs. I didn’t hesitate to grab a bunch of random clothes and shove them into a backpack before I slid my leather coat on. I was gonna fucking fry if I was riding to Las Vegas, but I wasn’t going to fucking risk my skin. As I stood in front of the closet, I thought about it for a second before I threw my wife’s matching leather jacket into the bag. I wasn’t about to risk her ass, either.

There were a million different thoughts running through my head, though. I had no fucking clue what made my girl go on the run. And there was no telling where she was going or how much of a lead she had on me. But I wasn’t going to let her get away. I didn’t even know if she was in Las Vegas. I just knew that she was gone. Vegas was a good place to start, though. If she wasn’t in Vegas, I was going to have to go to the Northwest of the US. There was only so much that I could do, though.

The only good thing was that I knew she was okay. Well, she was alive. The spell was faint, but I could still feel her. It was going to be faint until we were back together again. And I had to remember what Beezer had said. He had known her the longest. He knew how she reacted. And he knew when she was in love. He was my best tool in finding her. But I also wasn’t going to bother him any more than necessary. I didn’t want to disturb the life he had here with Aurora and his little girl. I wasn’t going to ask him to sniff my wife out for me. This was something I needed to do.

Throwing everything I was going to need for this trip into my bag, I pretty much ran downstairs to the garage. I could only let out a low whistle at the two bikes that were there. One was a black 1955 Harley. But I knew that one belonged to my wife. And I wasn’t going to take it out to her. There wasn’t going to be enough space on it to get both of us back in one piece. But the 1960 Indian Chief that was red, black, and cream was the one that I was looking for. I wasn’t going to destroy Beezer’s bike. But I knew what it could handle. It had been years since I had been on a bike, but that was because I stopped driving everywhere. I used the sky to get away.

It was going to take me a day to get where I was going. I was well aware that Leah was going to have 24 hours to run somewhere else, but I wasn’t going to give her much more time than that. There was no way I could do that. Any more of a headstart and I wasn’t going to be able to find her. And that was a thought that terrified me.

It was a matter of seconds before I was pulling out of the garage. There was still so much to figure out, but I was already tired of her running without me. This wasn’t how our marriage was going to work. We were going to do this together. We could, and would, figure out everything together. She wasn’t going to be a one woman show. She didn’t have to be by herself. And I needed to remind her of that fact.]

#ButYouDontKnowWhereYoureGoing

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aquanova99 · 2 years

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Playing with Fire (Demetri x Reader)

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A/N: Wow another mini series in the works, who do I think I am. Thank you so much for the idea @artaxerxesthegreat! I hope it started out okay, if you have anything you want to see please let me know

A/N: Thank you to anyone who takes the time to read this. I appreciate you!! As always requests are open!

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You heard knocking at your door. You checked your phone, two in the morning?? How had you stayed up so late? And who the hell was visiting you at this hour?

You headed to the door. Whoever was knocking was becoming impatient. Anywhere beyond the reservation and opening the door without question could end up badly. You were surprised to find Leah there.

“Y/n. We need your help.”

*SLAM*

Nope. Absolutely not. Sam wasn’t ready to have another girl in the pack. Leah had proved to be one too many. At least in his mind. Leah was still head over heels for Sam and made effort to try and stick up for you. No one else had met you, and honestly in the end it had been a good thing. You hadn’t needed to phase since the confrontation with the two. You’d learned control with out them, you owed them nothing.

“Y/n please. Theres a war coming. We need as many people to testify for the Cullens.”

“Not my problem. I’m not part of the pack. Either one.”

“You heard about Jacob?”

“You forget Paul’s imprint was one of my closest friends. Until Sam found out about that too. Apparently, everyones buddy buddy with the Cullens now.”

“The leeches helped us get rid of some of their own kind to protect the reservation. Well—they needed to protect Bella and we all worked together in the end. Whatever, anyways. There are trained vampires to destroy Jacobs imprint. He needs us to be there if a fight breaks out. The blonde one is convinced we just have to be there to testify shes only half leech.”

Half vampire? Your hand reached for the doorknob. No. This wasn’t your fight.

“Leah, shes useless to us anyway shes never been in a fight.” Who was that? Doesn’t matter, now you definitely weren’t helping.

“Jacob for once in your life, shut up. We need everyone we can get. She had more control than even you when she first phased. If she had the same training we had, she’d be helpful.”

“You two need to leave.” You said through the door. You remembered why you left in the first place. For the most part the pack had this belief that they could do no wrong. Typical misogynistic assholes. Leah still had hope Sam would come to his senses, even if she had finally left the damage had been done.

After hearing very hushed whispering you heard Jacob come to the door. “Look, I’m sorry. I really need to protect my imprint.”

“The child? The very underage child? I am not getting into that. This whole imprinting thing…it’s weird. They choose what you are to them right? Yet, none of you accept that they aren’t into you. Sam didn’t stop chasing Emily, and you wont stop chasing whatever her name is.”

“Her name is Renesme.” You could practically hear his teeth gritting together, “If she chooses someone else, then so be it.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ve heard about all the kids shifting. You don’t need me. I’m not dying for people who would never do the same. Tell little Robitussin sorry on my behalf.” You marched back up to your room. You didn’t allow yourself to relax until the two were out of sight. It didn’t take long for them to disturb you again. This time you couldn’t escape. It was both Sams and Jacobs pack this time.

“I’m sorry did I not make myself clear last night?”

“Y/n, I need to apologize. Even if you decide that you don’t help. I shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss you. You can still be part of the pack. You always had that right.”

You rolled your eyes, “Gee, thanks. Why do you guys need me at all? You have plenty of people to make yourselves scary to any vampire.”

“We’d like to leave some more experienced people on the reservation in case things get bad. They shouldn’t, but still.”

“You don’t trust the younger ones.” Their silence answered your question, “I have no experience to give you.”

“Cut the crap, y/n. I was on patrol when you got that bloodsucker near Seattle.” Everyone froze, apparently this was new information. It was news to you. You’d been so focused on getting rid of that vampire you hadn’t heard anyones thoughts.

“What about it?”

“You phased quick enough to kill them and then phased out as soon as you were finished. We may need you.” Sam continued

“Is—is that even possible?” Someone youd never met asked, he noticed you staring, “I’m Embry by the way. I’m sorry for what happened.” He said that very clearly aimed at Sam and Leah, maybe not everyone had agreed with what happened to you. You shook yourself out of those thoughts, it doesn’t matter, you told yourself.

“Look, before you say anything, if we don’t scare these guys. They will kill all of us. Apparently, they have leeches that can stop you just by looking at you. There are other werewolves that killed people and they were all destroyed. If we don’t stand up to them everyone we care about will be killed.”

“Well, lucky for me all I have is me myself and I.” you crossed your arms

“You’ve been alone this whole time?!?” Embry asked again, he seemed furious

“For the last almost ten years. My parents were never around much, and the last time I saw them was three years ago. They stopped by for a night.”

“And you—”

“Embry. Relax.” Ooh alpha voice, must be nice to be able to have people have to listen to you. “Y/n you will fight with us.”

Was he seriously trying it with you? You laughed. “Seriously?”

“Worth a shot.”

“Whatever you say alpha.”

“You shouldn’t be able to say no to us.” Jacob said.

“You shouldn’t be able to talk at all, but here we are.” You turned to look at the rest of the tribe, they looked anxious. “you guys must be desperate if you are still here.”

“They are.” One of the bigger guys said, “You don’t have to help us, but wed really appreciate if you did. Like Sam there isn’t supposed to be a fight.”

“You’re expecting one though. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so worried about the res.”

“Paul’s right y/n. Please, its just in case. But if what Sam remembers you’d really be helping us out.” Leah said

You sighed, realistically they wouldn’t stop until you said yes, “I’m telling you now. If I feel like theres no hope I’m out. I’m not risking my life for you or any imprint. That includes little ringtone.”

Jacob tensed up. You waved at him and headed to your car. You needed to take a breather. “Let me know when and where.” You closed the door behind you and started your car up. You didn’t even need to go anywhere yet, you just wanted to get away.

The snow had begun sticking to the ground. The battle would be coming up soon. A few of the pack members had actually tried to be nice to you. Apparently they had been ona ‘do not ask questions, do not engage order.’ Not that it really mattered. You’d kept your distance as much as possible. Sam tried to tell you to do patrols once, he wasn’t happy when he found you watching movies at home. The message went through, he didn’t want to be undermined again anyway. You never met Jacob’s imprint, the less involved you were the better.

There was no avoiding it the morning of the confrontation. You couldn’t believe this many vampires and werewolves were ready to die for this child. Well, the pack had no choice but still. The mass of cloaked vampires entered your view. These people had eons of training, there was no way your side would win. Not without major casualties. The ginger vampire glanced your way and snarled at you. Watch it, you thought, before I take out someone on your side and let you lose. His lips formed a tight line and he turned back. Sam looked at you and asked if you were serious. Honestly, yeah probably, something rubbed you the wrong way about the red head. Sam actually agreed with you and you both refocused on the conversations.

Jacob, the kid and her parents went up to talk to whoever the guy in charge was. You looked at the ones closer to him. They would be the most dangerous you figured. The tall one would probably be the biggest problem if you ran into him, your eyes landed on the two kids next. They could maybe, maybe pass as teenagers. Your heart hurt at the thought of having to kill kids, even if they were immortal kids. You froze at the next person your eyes landed on.

There was no way. No freaking way. This shouldn’t even be possible. You imprinted. You just freaking imprinted. And on a vampire no less. You took a step back. He hadn’t even looked at you yet. Theres no way he’d want anything to do with a wolf. Let alone one that was supposed to fight you. You looked at Sam. You had to get out of there. He hung his head down.

“what is it?”

“We cant fight. We aren’t allowed to mess with imprints.”

“I’m not officially part of the pack, you stay if you want.” You could say that all you wanted, with the mind link he knew how desperately you wanted to avoid fighting anymore.

“Y/n, if we stay we cant promise we wont hurt him.” He sighed, “We have to back down.” You would never doubt sam again. You thought to yourself, you didn’t care how many patrols you had to run.

“I’ll hold you to that.” He joked before he tried to get Jacobs attention. You were already getting a hard time from the pack. They all realized how hard it was to try and avoid feelings for your imprint. You would never stop being grateful to them. I bet they wished they hadn’t made me come out now. A chorus of disagreement came from them You felt tears prick your eyes.

The pack started heading out. Jacob and Sam argued for a minute before he realized it was pointless. The pack had given the Cullens an equalizer. You felt bad but you already felt the urge to protect your imprint. What the hell was happening to you? As the pack started backing away your eyes finally locked with him. You should have just kept walking. You didn’t wait to see his reaction, you turned and ran.

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mydiazboys · 2 years

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NOVEMBER [TUWYAN]

“So, do you plan on getting threatened with a gun often or is that just going to be special occasions?”

Buck spluttered as they found the blonde female in the living area, a cup of ginger tea on the coffee table in front of her. The TV was on the news channel, and it took him a moment to realise she had been watching the call they were just on.

“Ladybug-”

“Cause if it’s often, I’m gonna rethink letting you be my baby’s uncle,” she said, and Hen and Chim were laughing out as they passed, sympathetically rubbing Buck’s shoulder.

“Aw, c’mon. I saved your baby daddy from being the one to go down,” he pointed out, gesturing to the ex-medic who was passing them.

“Yeah, I’m not helping you with this battle, Buck.”

Leah was now at the point of her pregnancy where she was beginning to have sudden, dramatic mood swings. And a lot of them, as the team had found out, were directed at Buck. They were grateful for the free entertainment. But sometimes they were reminded that Buck just didn’t know how to speak to pregnant women.

“Oh, you’re a part of this battle too, Eddie. Why weren’t you the one who went down? You’ve dealt with guns before.”

“Leah,” he sighed, setting his hands on his hips. Eddie also wasn’t the best at dealing with pregnancy, seeing as he had missed out on most of Shannon’s because he had enlisted. “You know how we work, we rock-paper-scissors and whoever wins gets to go down. And, we didn’t even know she was armed.”

Leah was sitting up, slowly, and lifting up her cup of tea. “Choose your next words wisely, Diaz.”

“Leah, is chicken a good smell or a bad smell for you?” Bobby asked, as he entered the kitchen. He was flicking through ingredients to work out what to cook up for the team lunch. Lunch instead of dinner, as Bobby had plans that night with Athena’s family.

“Is it the Chinese chicken you make?” She asked, her attention now on the Captain, easily distracted by food.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking of making,” he said, turning to look at her, brow raised.

“That’s a good smell. The curry chicken is the bad one.”

“Which makes no sense, because that’s your favourite,” Buck snorted as he sat down at the island.

“Blame Baby Sterling-Diaz,” she shrugged her shoulders, rubbing her stomach. She didn’t have a bump yet. There was a slight curve to her stomach, but she was definitely blaming that on the constipation. “They do really enjoy Bobby’s cooking though, which is a given.”

“When’s your next scan? When do we get to find out if it’s a boy or a girl?” Buck asked, as he was eating some grapes.

“Next week is the next scan,” Eddie informed him, as he was making himself a cup of coffee. An apologetic look being sent in the direction of Leah, who had grabbed her snack of peanut butter and apple. “The gender-reveal scan is at 20 weeks, but Leah doesn’t want to find out.”

“Are you guys both off for it?” Bobby asked, referring to the next booked scan.

“Yeah, it’s Wednesday. We’re coming in afterwards,” she reminded him, looking down at the recipe he was looking at. “Oh, that sounds good,” she pointed at a few of the ingredients. “Eddie’s taking Chris to school, then picking me up.”

“You guys are so domesticated, it’s hilarious,” Chimney snorted, shaking his head. “Buck’s been whining that he can’t go out anymore, because he’s lost his wingwoman.”

“I told him I’ll go out with him,” Leah pointed out, before she ate a bite of her peanut butter smothered apple.

“But we aren’t going to do that, are we, Ladybug? Because one of us is pregnant and will whine that they can’t drink.” The smile on Buck’s face was sickly sweet, and it was clear the duo had had this conversation more than twice.

“Remind me, why did you get knocked up?” Was the teasing reply from the female, and Buck was pulling her into a headlock.

“Hey! Careful with the mother of my kid,” Eddie said, pointing at the pair with his brows raised.

And that was the first time any of them had really heard him be protective over the unborn baby and it’s mother. He usually just sat back, watched them from a distance. Stewing in his own thoughts, as Chim had teased him many times about.

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“Thanks for picking me up,” Leah said as they walked into the medical centre, approaching the front desk.

“Anytime,” he replied, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“Buck doesn’t think it is safe for me to ride my bike now that I’m all knocked up, but it does mean I get free lifts around the city.” She grinned brightly at him, before she was giving her details over to the receptionist and then heading to the waiting room.

“I feel better knowing that you aren’t riding your bike,” he admitted, as he sat down next to her, rubbing his thighs.

“This is weird, right?” She looked over at him. “I’m pregnant with your kid, my best friend is crashing at my place. You’re fucking your wife, who just re-entered your life-”

“Wait, you know about that?” Eddie’s brow was furrowed together as he looked over at her. “Did Buck tell you? He promised-”

“I was in the locker room when you told him,” she explained, pulling a face. Before shrugging her shoulders as she took her phone out, scrolling through her instagram feed.

“Leah, I didn’t know how to tell you,” he started, but she was shaking her head.

“You don’t have to tell me anything. We aren’t together, we just had a one-night stand.” She reminded him, patting him on the knee gently. “But, you might have to tell her because, I don’t think I’ll be able to hide away this kid forever. Might come out looking like a little Eddie clone,” she teased him, laughing. He snorted, nudging her side.

“Leah Sterling?” A nurse called out, and then they were getting up and following her to the room.

Eddie made a few little teasing remarks, as the blonde was sitting down on the seat and laying back, lifting up her shirt. This was Eddie’s first scan he would be attending, and his first time seeing their baby when it wasn’t through a picture. He was nervous, of course. He had missed out on this with Shannon, with her pregnancy. Leah had warned him that she would be having more frequent ultrasounds compared to a ‘normal’ pregnancy, due to her family history.

“Alright, mom and dad?” The doctor said, as she entered the room, smiling at the pair. “I didn’t meet you last time, Mr…?”

“Diaz, uh, Eddie,” he nodded his head, shaking the hand of the woman.

“Alright, well, it’s a simple procedure. Same as last time, Leah, alright? Cold, cold gel and then we can take a look at your baby’s health and development.”

“Sounds great to me, Doc,” Leah grinned, leaning back. Her fingers subconsciously reached out, gripping his fingers tightly as they watched the gel being applied and then the wand rub across her lower stomach. Their eyes moved to the screen, as their baby appeared.

“Oh, wow,” Eddie breathed out, his fingers squeezing hers gently. And, as promised, he was already getting teary. Because for Eddie, who wasn’t experiencing all the symptoms and was mostly watching from afar, this was making it all real for him.

“Your little one is looking healthy, I’m really happy with their development. Looking exactly how we expect them to look at this stage.” The doctor was explaining to them. “I know, Leah, that your career is very heavy and hard work-”

“She’s not going out on calls,” Eddie cut in, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“I go out on the medical calls,” she reminded him, smirking because she knew he still wasn’t happy about that.

“Against better judgement,” he looked down at her, and his words weren’t malicious at all. He had the softest look on his face, mixed with the watery eyes.

“I’m staying safe, Doc. No worries there,” she promised, squeezing his hand gently.

“You two work together?” The doctor asked, smiling as she adjusted the wand against her stomach.

“Yeah, he’s our new probie,” Leah said, looking up at him. “Not that I knew that when this happened,” she snorted, and he shook his head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“This is very clearly your ‘Welcome to the Team’ present, Eds.”

He snorted, shaking his head as he looked down at her. If he was honest, there were way worse people he could be experiencing this with. In this exact scenario. He personally thought that Leah was definitely the best possible scenario.

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in the “everyone is in love with Bella” scenario, what about the wolves? Wouldn’t it be really fucked up for Sam to fall in love with her? Would it make the wolves try to redefine imprinting? how would Leah react to the whole situation?

Anon is referring to this post. For the record, I didn't get into them in the post because the plot would veer so far off-course in Twilight that Edward never leaves and Victoria never becomes a threat to Bella, meaning Bella and Jake don't get close and she doesn't need their protection.

But, let's do this.

First encounter

Bella arrives in Forks, and Billy and Jacob are there to hand over the pickup.

Boom.

They fall in love.

Jacob, having never had a real crush before nevermind something so powerful as falling in love, is overwhelmed by these new feelings. He blushes and flushes and stutters, and fails to say anything reasonable or even intelligble to Bella. Too mortified to function, he decides to hide in La Push until the embarrassment fades. Which very well could be never.

Billy, meanwhile, is unable to cope. He just fell in love with Charlie's daughter. Charlie's 17-year-old daughter who used to make mud cakes with Billy's daughters.

This is bad.

This, to a good man like Billy, is unforgivably bad.

He goes from being Charlie's best friend to suddenly being very distant, not wanting to ever cross paths with Bella again.

But, you asked about the wolves, not just Jake and Billy, so let's take this scenario further.

Bella's friends, all of whom are hopelessly in love with her, drag her to La Push

Jessica, Lauren, Mike, Angela, Tyler, Eric, Ben, the whole gang, they're all going to La Push for the weekend.

And it just won't be the same without Bella. She's just so great, you know?

Everyone looks at each other and nods. Yeah, it's just not fun without Bella. Bella's great, someone should invite her.

They all invite her, one by one, all of them with wide, adoring eyes. "It would be so amazing if you came, Bella," Jessica says dreamily, twirling a lock of Bella's hair around her fingers. "Your hair is really pretty," she giggles.

Angela and Ben are each blushing too hard to really say anything to Bella, so they end up running away from her. Bella is left feeling like some kind of freak. She later receives two notes in class, one from each, begging her in cramped writing to come to La Push. Yeah, not helping her feel like less of a freak.

Mike, Eric, Tyler, and Lauren all corner her, each worse than the last.

By the end of the schoolday Bella doesn't know what's going to happen at La Push but she does know that she doesn't want to go.

She complains about this to the Cullens (remember, her and Edward became an item much earlier in this timeline), and they all fawn and coo over her and act like she just went through a warzone. If she wants to go to the beach, she could try Isle Esme Bella. Would she like that, an island vacation? Or an island?

Bella is pulled out of school for a romantic two-week totally-not-a-honeymoon.

La Push never happens.

But surely Bella and the wolves must meet at some point

Billy catches wind that Bella Swan is dating Edward Cullen. As in, the girl he has fallen so deeply in love with is now being preyed upon by a blood-sucking demon.

Billy's own sense of propriety or honor be damned, he has to save this girl's life.

He tries to speak to her, just as in canon, but just as in canon this goes poorly. Bella is a savvy 17-year-old who doesn't need no warning, and besides, the Cullens are all so sweet. They're like hobbits, really, obviously she's not in any danger. She tells Billy as much. Vampires are lovely, does he know they gave her an island?

(Billy did not know this, and yes, that's weird. Doesn't mean they're not evil, though.)

Billy gets nowhere with his would-be intervention.

Time to bring in the big guns.

Sam phases around this time, and imprints on Emily. Break-ups with Leah, maulings, and tragic lovestories all around are had.

It is around this time that Billy brings Sam up to speed on the Bella situation, although leaving out the part where he's hopelessly in love with the girl because that would not be received well. Could Sam go speak with her about this, see if maybe she will take his warning seriously? The situation is dire.

Sure, Sam can do that. No one wants a human girl to get eaten or turned, after all.

Sam goes to see Bella.

And promptly falls in love just as he did Emily.

Emily, who is currently in the hospital from Sam mauling her, which happened specifically because Sam had imprinted.

It's official, Sam thinks, he's the greatest scumbag there ever was.

The Emily and Leah situation was awful enough as it was, breaking all three of their hearts and causing irreparable damage both physically and mentally. Sam wronged them both colossaly, and he can never amend that.

But he imprinted. He wasn't just being a douchebag, actual magic made him do it.

Now, though...

Either Sam imprinted on multiple people, in which case his happy ending is now polygamy. And how would that be a happy ending for Emily and Bella?

Or, possibly even more terrifying yet, he didn't imprint on either woman.

Breaking up with Leah, mauling Emily, making Emily fall in love with him after that and ruining her relationship with her cousin, in short putting these women through hell, all of it- it was for nothing. Sam's just a horndog who sees supernatural intervention where there's really just hormones.

Why couldn't he just have imprinted on Leah?

Sam can't go on a sabbatical to figure this out, his tribe needs him. So he takes to living in the woods alone, where he is alone, to try and figure this out.

But it gets more painful yet, because he can't just disappear on Emily.

So, he tells her. He owes her that much. And it's not goodbye forever, either, just- goodbye until he can figure out how to be the man she deserves. A man anybody deserves, really, because right now Sam's not it.

Emily has no idea what to make of any of this, but she knows her heart is broken.

She has to see this woman all of this is about.

Naturally, she falls in love as well.

The plot thickens

The next time Sam drops by, Emily gives him the news. They're both in love with Bella now.

Sam no longer knows what to make of anything.

Is the universe trying to tell them to form a polycule?

Nothing like that has ever happened before, but not much is known about imprinting. There's a first time for everything..?

At this point they're both giving themselves headaches trying to figure this out. It's a mess.

More, Bella hasn't even met either of them. Sam and Emily can't just walk up to her and say "Hi, be our wife".

Or can they?

If Emily fell in love at first sight, maybe it'll work in reverse. Maybe Bella just has to look upon them, and she'll fall in love.

Sam is dubious, but at this point let's just do this. Let's just do this, see what happens.

They walk up to Charlie's to deliver some of Harry's fish fry. Bella opens the door.

"HIIIII" Emily says, trying to act normal.

Sam's not saying anything.

"Hi," Bella says back, nonplussed, and looks at the bag Emily is clutching with white-knuckled fists.

All three of them are silent.

Bella is starting to wonder if there's something with the town water supply. She is also wondering if these people are planning to say anything, or if they just really enjoy knocking on doors and saying hi to people. Is there something Bella should be doing?

Eventually she clears er throat and asks if there's anything she can do for them.

Sam and Emily glance at each other. Bella's not looking starstruck with love, but she's not acting normal either. Who stands in a doorway and stares at people for almost a minute before talking?

It's inconclusive.

Emily hands over the fish fry. "From Harry," she says, and introduces herself.

Bella nods, remembering Charlie's friend who all but ran out of the door when he saw her and hasn't been fishing with Charlie since. None of Charlie's friends have. Charlie is going nuts. Maybe she should try hooking him up with Carlisle, vampires are lovely, they'd get along so well.

Bella, noting Emily and Sam aren't saying anything else, says bye and moves to close the door.

"Wait!" Sam yells, at the same time as Emily rips a piece of paper from her pocket, and sticks it into Bella's hand.

Bella looks down on it. It's two phone numbers.

She looks back up at Sam and Emily, who by now feel quite certain that this girl hasn't fallen in love with them and that this is the most humiliating moment of both their lives.

Just in case, though...

"Call us," Emily says flirtatiously, winks, and runs away.

Sam follows.

Bella never calls them back, and they never speak of this again.

A few months later, Leah who’d been shopping in Forks happily tells Sam and Emily that she's fallen in love with a girl, she lives in Forks, she's amazing, her name is Bella Swan.

"I took one look at her, and I knew," Leah says dreamily.

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Nothing - Declan Rice

Part One

credit to @superjackgrealish for the gif!

Based on The Script - Nothing, it was a idea I had when I sat in the car, and it’s been in my WIP for a few weeks. Part Two is also finished so I’ll post that if anyone wants it. Enjoy.

tagging: @superjackgrealish @footballerimaginess @silvermistt

credit to @superjackgrealish for the gif!

You couldn’t be without him, how could I just let him walk out like that? Not even a last ‘I love you.’ You just let him go. You just stood there and watched him slam that door and leave. You have never regretted anything more than you do now. Everything felt so strange and sad without him. You needed him like you needed air. Not like, even more than you needed.

Your best friends were currently dragging you to a bar in the city.

“Don’t be a downer, Y/N," Leah said to you, smiling. "You're better off without him.” But you could sense he was lying, and you thought she knew it too.

“maybe a few drinks will help you forget him?” You heard Becca say, stopping you from frowning at Leah's words.

“Yeah maybe.” You say, pulling a forced smile as you walked into the bar following the others.

“I miss him so much! How could I just let him go? How more stupid can I get?” You wailed as you emptied your gin glass. You were now more than just tipsy and all you could think, see, and talk about was him.

His striking blue eyes, his bright smile that made you happy whenever you saw it, his perfect hair.

His perfect, everything.

“You need to slow down on the gin," Leah said. “Maybe, if you find a rebound or something it will help you get over him.” She said, clearly thinking it was time to move on from Dec. But you just couldn’t. He was the love of your life.

"I don't want a guy," you said sarcastically.

“I want Declan”. You spoke, before getting up and swaying out of the bar.

You just ran. Shouting Declan all the time. You could tell the girls were trying to catch up after you, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that matters is to get to Declan.

The girls were getting closer to you, yelling “Y/N! Wait!” after me.

“I can’t,” You yelled, finally giving them some acknowledgement. “I got to get to Declan”

The girls finally got to you after you slowed down. Your feet were already hurting from flinging your heels in the bush.

“Let me go!” You yelled as you thrashed in Becca’s arms to be released “I can change his mind! I swear!”

“Y/N! You’re drunk. You can’t just show up there and make him listen to you when you’re like this.” Leah told me sternly.

“I don’t care!” You yell, still thrashing against Rebecca's strong grip. “He’ll listen to me. If not, I just need to tell him that I love him one last time.”

“so, just call him, Y/N” Becca whispered in your ear "Maybe he'll pick up”

“He’s not picking up.” You grumbled. You tried throughout the day but nothing.

You took your phone out to prove a point as you called him.

One ring, two rings, three and four ringss later, and itwas directedt to his voice mail.

You sighed and hung up and started to run, this time hailing a cab down and leaving the girls standing there.

You climbed into the taxi and proceeded to tell the taxi driver all about your argument with Declan. You pulled into the street you knew all too well.

“STOP” You yell, as the taxi driver braked sharply. “Oops sorry, I’ll get out here.” You say, wanting to keep the house a secret.

"Are you sure?" the taxi driver asked.

You nodded as you paid the taxi and stumbled out, still barefoot, you started to walk up the street towards the house you loved. All you could think about was the memories you shared together.

When the two met, the first kiss, the first date, the first ‘I love you’, the first time. Even the first fight. Everything.

It just helped you realise just how much you loved him, just how much you couldn’t let him go. He was the love of your life and you were planning on letting him know that.

You stumbled to his door. Knocked several times loudly, nothing.

“Dec, Dec, Declan! Declan” You repeatedly banged against the wooden door that was holding you up at this point.

Nothing

You finally let your legs collapse beneath you as you fell against his door and let the tears fall, which you had been holding in all day.

Stop loving him? How could you do that? You couldn’t imagine your life without him, and you knew you couldn’t spend another minute like this, you needed him back.

He was everything.

You took your phone out of your jacket and dialed him. No answer, you hung up and then it was a vicious circle of you calling, hanging up and calling again.

You weren’t thinking straight, and you couldn’t see through the tears that was streaming down your face, with the mascara staining your cheeks.

You called him again, and then…You got something.

You heard the line cut off, you were about to hang up again but you could hear him down the phone.

“Dec?” You said shakily, unsure.

There was what felt like a long silence before you heard his voice.

There was a long pause and then,

“Y/N?”

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