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barcaatthemoon · 12 days

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flirty || alessia russo x reader ||

you flirt a little with alessia, despite the team's teasing.

you walked into the locker room like you did every other day. for the most part, nobody paid much attention to you aside from a wave here or there. you sat down in your cubby, immediately catching the eye of alessia, who was sat directly across from you. she glanced up at you and waved, which you responded to with a wink and wave of your own. like always, alessia looked away from you extremely flustered.

"careful, you flirt any more and they'll think you're me," katie teased as she nudged you. you rolled your eyes. there were tons of people already drawing comparisions to the two of you. katie mccabe was definitely your best friend on the team, but you didn't think the two of you played all that similarly.

you weren't overly aggressive, you were just stubborn. katie was the one with a shoving problem, one that you often had to pull her back from showing. almost everybody on the team liked to tease katie that she was more whipped for you than she was for her own girlfriend. the jokes didn't really bother you, but they definitely would have if you knew how much they messed with alessia.

that was where the true soft spot for you was. katie was bound to get her ass kicked one day, but you were prolonging it. in all honesty, you were pretty sure you'd actually be the one to do it. you didn't look out for katie the way that you tried to for alessia. that was something that kim and jen had quickly shut down anybody messing with the two of you about. both of them could see the care in your eyes every single time that you looked at her.

"that's funny, i don't remember shrinking six inches and losing all my muscle mass," you joked. katie wound up to hit you, only to be interrupted by kim clearing her throat. "morning kim!"

"good morning (y/n), you seem to be in a good mood," kim noted. you nodded as you started changing into your training kit. you turned your back to katie, and incidentally alessia, whose jaw dropped when she saw the new tattoo you'd gotten.

"what the fuck is that?" katie asked as she rushed over to touch your back. you were glad that you had gotten it a little over a week ago whenever you were on injury leave. katie's fingers poked and prodded at the tattoo, as if she couldn't believe that you had done it. "who the hell is that for?"

"katie, shut up, it looks cool," alessia said as she walked over to the two of you. you shot her a grateful look over your shoulder before you pulled your training kit on.

"thanks less, i'm glad someone has good taste around here," you teased. alessia blushed as your attention was focused solely on her for a second. "walk to the gym with me? you're much better company than mccabe."

"hey!" katie exclaimed.

"i'd like that," alessia said. she let you finish getting ready, surprised when you linked arms with her. you walked ahead of leah, beth, katie, and caitlin. you could feel all of their eyes on you, but you chose to ignore them.

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"what's the deal with you and lessi?" leah asked as the two of you walked through the parking lot together. you quirked an eyebrow at her, unsure of what she meant. as far as you knew, there was nothing going on between you and alessia. if there was, you really wished that someone would have told you sooner. "you're very flirty, someone might get the idea that you like her."

"a little flirting never hurt anybody," you said. truthfully, it was starting to hurt both you and alessia. you wanted her to take the things that you said seriously, but she always seemed to dismiss it as friendly and jovial remarks.

"you like her though, don't you?" leah asked. you glanced down at your feet as you nodded your head. "talk to her then. i'm sure that she likes you too."

"leah, if she doesn't-," you started, only to be cut off by leah's hand covering your mouth.

"don't think like that, okay? i've seen the way she looks at you, and it's sickening. absolutely disgusting, i can't sit there any longer while the two of you dance around whatever this is. don't ask her out for you, do it for your team, who are all sick and tired of your flirting without getting anywhere," leah said. you knew that she was teasing you, but that she also believed alessia wouldn't reject you.

alessia and leah had a tendency to talk to each other, most likely more about these sorts of things than you did. leah knew why you were so closed off, having remembered your first big heart break. if she was pushing you towards alessia, then it absolutely had to mean something. that was what you told yourself when you made your way towards her apartment after practice was through.

"(y/n)!" ella shouted excitedly, ruining your surprise. alessia quickly turned to face you, a small smile appearing on her face. she seemed somewhat frazzled, most likely by what you assumed was ella's surprise visit. "just the woman we were talking about. come on over, give me a big one, it's been a while."

"you're ridiculous," you laughed. still, you walked over and engulfed ella in the biggest hug you could muster. behind her, you noticed a somewhat sad look on alessia's face. "don't worry, you can have a hug too."

"it's not-," alessia tried to protest, but it was no use. you stood in front of her with your arms open, and alessia walked right into them. she was a bit taller than you, just barely noticeable, but you took full advantage of it. your hug with her lasted longer than yours with ella's, the two of you not wanting to separate. "what are you doing here?"

"i wanted to see you, that's all," you told her. it was sort of a lie, but also so unbelievably true. alessia blushed as she tried to duck away from you. "if you're busy though, i can go back home."

"no, i want you to stay for a while. maybe you could help me with dinner and stay for a movie?" alessia suggested. you nodded, following her inside. ella ended up only staying for a late lunch, leaving you and alessia alone for the majority of the night together. alessia ordered in your favorite while you put on a movie you knew she'd love. "this is nice."

"yeah it is," you agreed. you were cuddled up beneath her arm, feeling warm and safe. you glanced up at her at the same time that she looked down, both of you pausing to look at each other's lips. "careful, if you look at me like that again, i might just have to kiss you."

"i want you to. god, i want it so bad," alessia confessed. you were immediately put into a state of shock as you stared up at alessia. she looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole, and as she started to move away, you sprung into action.

"i want to kiss you too. i've wanted to since the euros," you told her. alessia looked surprised. the euros was really the first camp where the two of you had played together. before then, you'd only been competitors, which hadn't left much room for making friends.

"will you kiss me?" alessia asked nervously. you nodded, moving up to press a feather-light kiss to her lips. it was supposed to be a peck on the lips, but alessia grabbed onto your face to deepen it. she pulled you further onto her lap, holding you against her with no intention of letting you go. "stay the night."

"that's moving a bit fast less. i'll finish the movie, but i really do have to go after that," you told her. alessia looked a bit upset by the rejection, but she understood nonetheless. and so, she kept you close to her until the movie was over and you got up to leave.

"can i have a goodbye kiss?" alessia asked you. you leaned down and pressed your lips to hers for a quick kiss. "oh, and a goodnight one? oh, and an advance on my good morning one since you aren't staying over?"

"you can't trick me into staying by making me kiss you," you told her. alessia pouted up at you until you gave in to her demands of more kisses. she may not have convinced you to stay, but she had gotten a good ten minutes of kisses before you actually left her for the night.

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queen-of-reptiles · 3 months

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𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈

description: in which kyra cannot help but fall in love with the baby of the arsenal team, the 20 year old nicknamed 'cherry' was as sweet as anyone could be

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kyra cooney-cross x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: just plain cuteness, like a few kisses and curse words but mainly just fluff and mutual pining

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uta (women)

mccard: guys i've added kyra to the gc !

goonerno.1: ayy, she finally got the right sim card

y/n: leah never say ayy again

thegoat: hi kyra!

beffy: hi!

kyra: hi guys!

y/n: hi kyra! <3

kyra: hi y/n! <3

foordfiesta: awww look at them! 😩

littlescott: you all better be on you way to training!

y/n sent a photo

y/n: on our way

kyra: 🚗🚗

beffy: hmmmm 😏

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y/n pulled up to her usual space, Leah already bending down to pick up the sign which said 'cherry's space' on it as she pulled in. y/n laughed at the blonde who waved at her as she waved back.

"Thanks for driving me." Kyra repeats for what felt like the hundredth time to y/n.

"Of course!" y/n smiles, leaning over to peck Kyra's cheek before getting out and running over to Leah to hug the blonde. Kyra follows, gaping dumbly as she holds her bag with shaky hands.

"You okay Kyra?" Leah asks the girl with a smirk. Kyra nods, rubbing her arms in the November wind.

"Are you cold?" y/n asks worriedly before tugging her jacket off and wrapping it around the Australian.

"I'm fine." Kyra promises but a raised brow from y/n has her blushing and shutting up.

"Ayy, cherry!" An Irish voice calls out, y/n suddenly being hoisted over Katie's shoulder as she carried her inside, Kyra watches with a laugh as Leah picks up y/n's discarded bag.

Caitlin follows Katie inside, shrieking when Kyra launched herself onto her back, groaning as the twenty-one year old clung onto her with a cheeky grin.

"I've brought her!" Katie yells as she kicks open the door and places y/n down, the girls in the locker room laughing as y/n spins and sends a wave.

"Bag." Leah warns as y/n moves to her locker.

"Oh, thanks Leah!" y/n grins, kissing the blonde on the cheek as Kyra follows her to their lockers, which happened to be next to each other.

The two changed quickly, talking and giggling as they did so, the team around them sending them knowing looks as y/n finally sat on the bench waiting for Kyra.

"Here!" y/n chimes, moving Kyra's foot onto her lap and tying the laces, before tapping the other thigh.

Kyra flushes pink, switching her feet to let y/n tie the other lace and once she has removes her foot all together from her lap. Caitlin watches from the doorway a smirk on her face.

"Thanks." Kyra smiles, y/n grins kissing her cheek before running over to Katie who wraps and arm around her shoulders and tugs her outside.

"Awww, kywa got a cwush." Caitlin teases as Kyra rolls her eyes and shoves her into the lockers. "Oi!" Caitlin yells, chasing after Kyra who runs away.

Katie and y/n turn to see Kyra waiting behind the tunnel as as Caitlin comes out, shouting her name, Kyra sticks her foot out, grinning widely as she watches Caitlin sprawl on the floor.

"Enjoy your trip!" Kyra calls before Caitlin scrambles up. "Uh oh." She realises before screeching and running from her angry friend.

Kyra moved quickly, barrelling into y/n who gasped as they sprawled out along the floor. y/n groaned as Leah stormed over, her and Steph gripping Kyra under the arms and pulling her to her feet.

"Careful!" Steph chides Kyra as Katie helps y/n onto her feet, the player wincing as she presses a hand to her ribs.

"y/n I'm so sorry." Kyra says but y/n just smiles at her kindly as she reassures her that it was okay.

"No it is not, we know how easily she gets injured." Leah chides. Katie moves and picks y/n up, the girl laughing and clinging to her like a koala, running her away from Kyra who pouts.

"Come on kid." Leah sighs, pulling Kyra into a walk to join the group.

The group finally start training, going through their stretches and runs up and down the pitch, warming their bodies up to get into a solid training session.

They are told to pair up and Kyra slides next to y/n, the two sharing a grin before Caitlin and Katie appear either side of them.

"Kyra, you're with Caitlin, Cherry you're with me." Katie warns.

"Aw. Okay!" y/n shrugs, taking Katie's hand and pulling here to get a ball.

"How'd you get stuck with me?" Kyra asked Caitlin who had glared at Katie.

"We played rock, paper, scissors." Caitlin huffed and Kyra sighed, looking over at y/n one more time, but the girl was too focused on the drill she was doing with Katie.

Caitlin and Kyra usually fought like sisters, Kyra was nothing short of complete chaos and it did Caitlin's head in to the upmost. However, Caitlin watched her younger teammate watch y/n.

The way her entire body had tensed while she watched her, arms floppy in front of her like she was mimicking a T-Rex. Her eyes glued tightly to y/n.

"You really like her, huh kid?" Caitlin asks Kyra who looks over at her with a defeated sigh.

"She's like my best friend. But she's so pretty." Kyra admits softly and Caitlin sighs, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her away.

"Come on, lets go kick some balls." Caitlin says and Kyra hums.

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Eventually training came to a stop for lunch, the group of footballers all piling in to the cafeteria. Kyra looked around, trying to catch a wisp of y/n's hair as she grabbed her lunch.

"Kyra!" y/n called, already sat with Beth and Viv, she gestured the girl over and Kyra bounded, almost leaping into the seat next to her.

"Hey." Kyra breathed with a smile.

"Hi." y/n smiled. "I got you some strawberries, there weren't any left after this." She adds and Kyra flushes pink once again.

"Thanks Cherry." Kyra smiles, y/n flushing at the nickname.

Beth and Viv share an exasperated look, almost in shock of how oblivious the two idiots were as the continue to talk and giggle with one another.

As they ate, y/n found her ankle hooked around Kyra's, the girl's arm wrapped around her shoulder as she ate her strawberries with the other hand.

The four on the table were discussing Beth and Viv's new puppy, happily chatting away, unaware of the amount of team-members that were snapping photos of Kyra and y/n.

y/n's head leaned onto Kyra's shoulder as she continued to talk to Beth, Kyra's sweet smell infected y/n and she couldn't help but sink closer into Kyra's side.

"Comfy?" A voice asks, and suddenly Kyra and y/n are pulled apart, Leah pushing herself between the two and wrapping an arm around both of their shoulders.

"Yeah I was." y/n pouted, Kyra however rolled her eyes and pushed her elbow into Leah's side, the blonde yelping before turning to y/n.

"Come on munchkin, let's get to the gym for strength training." Leah says to y/n who nods and the two get up as Kyra watches.

"What did I do wrong?" Kyra asks Beth and Viv who both sigh.

"Leah is just protective of Cherry, has been for years." Viv explains kindly to Kyra.

"They grew up together, from the same place, trained together, and when Cherry made her first debut 4 years ago, take a wild guess who calmed her down from her panic attack." Beth says and Kyra sighs.

"It'll be fine." Viv promises Kyra. "Don't worry..." She begins.

"Be happy." Beth sings, interrupting her as she and Kyra start singing said song, both pointing at Viv to finish the chorus for them.

"I don't like it." Viv states, before getting up and walking off, leaving Beth and Kyra to finish the chorus together.

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uta (women)

foordka: everyone who wants to know, the shrieking cats are beth and kyra who are running down the corridor screaming 'don't worry be happy'. 👍

goonerno.1: wondered what it was!

y/n: it is very off key 🫣

kyra: how dare you! we sound beautiful

y/n: you are beatiful - text deleted

y/n: keep dreaming CC 😙

beffy: OI CHERRY

y/n: see if Jen's guitar can save you

beattiejuice: it cannot

littlescott: if the SIX OF YOU are not in the gym in ONE MINUTE you will be doing bulgarian squats for twenty minutes

beffy: OMW!

kyra: please no, please

mccard: jesus - keep ya hair on we're coming

y/n: i don't understand how I read Katie's texts in her voice 🤨

foordka: because she's got an annoying voice!

mccard: OI

y/n: HAHAHAHHA 🤣

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Once the gym session had finished and everyone was showered and ready to go home, Kyra had looked across at y/n hopefully, the girl not having seen y/n much in the past few hours due to Leah keeping y/n protectively close.

"Do you wanna come round for dinner tonight, munchkin?" Leah asks y/n who was trying to pull on a jumper.

"Um." y/n says, stuck in her sweater.

Kyra giggles and leans over, pulling the jumper over the red sports bra y/n had on and the girl grinned in thanks, Kyra sending her a smile back.

"I can't tonight, sorry Lee!" y/n smiles and Leah huffs. "I promised Kyra we'd have a movie night, we've already postponed twice." She adds.

"No junk food and not too many sweets, you have a game tomorrow." Kim calls. "Early night." She adds.

"Okay Kimmy!" y/n calls before Leah sighs and kisses y/n on the forehead.

"Okay, have fun." Leah says and y/n grins, yelling out a goodbye to everyone before grabbing Kyra's wrist and tugging her out of the room, Kyra yelping in shock.

Leah watches them go with narrowed eyes, arms folded as Kim comes over and pats her on the back, sending her a pointed look which made the blonde defender huff.

"I don't like it." Leah denies.

"Kyra's a good kid, and they are cute together." Kim chides.

"Still don't like it." Leah mutters.

In the car park, y/n and Kyra were now in her car, Kyra fixing on some music as y/n slowly pulled out the two driving toward their usual coffee spot which they went to.

"Sorry to take you from Leah." Kyra said sheepishly and y/n shrugs.

"I don't mind Ky, I spend two nights with her anyway." y/n giggles. "Besides, I like spending time with you." She adds, pink heating her cheeks up.

"I like spending time with you too." Kyra says quietly, smiling softly as y/n pulls up in the parking space. The two get out heading into the coffee shop to order their drinks which are quickly given to them.

"Smile!" y/n calls, taking a photo of Kyra sat on the bench, she glares and whips out her own phone, y/n screeching as she tries to hide her face. "Stop, stop!" y/n calls, almost beggingly.

"Why?" Kyra asks. "I think you beautiful." She adds as she pockets her phone and y/n looks up at her. "Not as beautiful as me of course." Kyra hums and y/n laughs, moving over to shove her.

"Dork." y/n laughs and Kyra smiles, y/n's laugh making her feel like mush. "Come on, let's go get our snacks. I've got our chicken pasta ingredients already." She hums.

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y/n just posted on their story

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kyracooneyx just posted on her story

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The two had started movie nights a few months ago, making them a weekly thing after Kyra joined and y/n did her best to make her welcome.

The two had seen a creamy, chicken and spinach tagliatelle meal and made it that evening, the two making it every week together there after.

The plates now sat on the side, the two having completely licked them clean, and they sat close together, oversized hoodies on as they watched Friday Night Dinner, a TV show Kyra had found a lot of humour in.

y/n moved under the blanket, pushing herself closer to Kyra and onto the girl's shoulder, Kyra let out a breath and wrapped an arm around her pulling her closer.

"You're so warm." y/n hummed, as if she was a purring cat. Kyra giggled and lent back against the sofa arm, pulling y/n with her so the two were happily cuddling on the sofa.

"I really like this." Kyra said after a moment. y/n slides up slightly, so she could see her face, trying to decipher the words.

"Me too." She tells the Australian who watches her.

"I really like you." Kyra says after another moment. "Really like you." She adds and y/n smiles shyly.

"Really?" She asks and Kyra nods. "I really like you to." y/n hums, her fingers tucking a strand of Kyra's hair behind her ear. "Really like you." She adds.

Kyra grins, her eyes shining excitedly as she suddenly races forward, her forehead slightly bumping y/n's as she kissed her. y/n gasped, not expecting it but quickly sunk into the kiss. Ignoring the head bump from Kyra's enthusiasm.

The two held their lips together, hearts both beating nervously as they did so, their hands found each other and they held on tightly, pulling each other closer.

Kyra hummed happily into the kiss, having been waiting for it the moment she met y/n, and when they finally pulled away, Kyra couldn't help but run her fingers over y/n's lips.

"Cherry lip balm." Kyra whispers, y/n giggling softly.

"Thought it was appropriate when I first bought it." She admits and Kyra smiles, before gasping.

"Leah's going to kill me." She realises.

"Maybe." A voice says and the two turn to see Leah, spare key in hand and y/n's kit bag in the other.

"Oh shit." Kyra says.

"Definitely." Leah then says and Kyra screeches before throwing y/n back onto the sofa and sprinting toward her room.

"Leah no!" y/n tries but the blonde has already run after her.

"You break her I break you!"

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y/n just posted on their close friends story

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uta (women) foordka: NO FUCKING WAY 😭😭😭

mccard: I CANNOT BELIEVE IT 😭

littlescott: so happy for you two trouble makers 😌

beffy: literally crying - i was so sick of the pining

thegoat: proud of you both!

beattiejuice: cuteeeeee!!! 😍😍

angelotte: aren't you two the sweetest

y/n: thank you all - however we won't be if leah keeps trying to kill her 😞

beffy: WHAT

mccard: hell no - I've waited too fookin long for this

foordka: we're on our way

catlady - but she has a dog: I'm already here 😎

y/n: i texted steph first - and she got here in fuckin moments it was crazy

littlescott: i'm omw too!

y/n just sent a photo

y/n: please come quick

thegoat: i'm going to bed...

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private message from goonerno.1

goonerno.1: you're such a snitch

y/n: ...

goonerno.1: if she upsets you - if she even annoys you - you come to me okay?

y/n: love you lee xx

goonerno.1: love you too kiddo x

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Arsenal babies do your thing !!!! xoxo <3

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wosoamazing · 1 month

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Too Late To Be Fair

Warnings: death (caused by drunk driver), mentions of emotional abuse (R as a child), mentions of drinking and drunks, implications of self doubt and associated things, wishing someone would die. Please let me know if anything else.

Note: Grace is a fake player, due to previous ideas and maybe future ideas I had to make a player up... she does some things none of the girls would ever do....

A/N: Story inspired by Pray (Jessie Murph) & Mansion (NF) - and other things but I listened to these songs and I was like ooo good story idea. There probs will be a part 2. I hope you like it - also I know I said one of the McFoord fics would be out next but um yeah...

“Y/N We’re sorry to inform you but your Dad was in a car accident he was hit by a drunk driver” you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony, you dad the drunk being hit by a drunk driver. Everyone looked at you in disbelief.

“Y/N that’s not very appropriate,” Grace said, before others death stared her, clearly not knowing your situation, of course you were going to blow, especially at her, the thing you had wished for, for so long, finally happened, yet just after you cut him off, so it didn’t matter, it didn’t mean you could have an easier childhood, it was just another way of the universe punishing you. Waiting until you had moved out, cut your ties and in the spotlight, to finally kill him. Almost exactly a year since you cut him off, won the trial, got the restraining order, the one which he protested, causing the gruelling 3 day trial, to decide whether it was needed or not.

“Oh, sorry we don’t all have perfect little lives with perfect Mummies and Daddies, some of us actually had a shit childhood, faced real world problems, no rich bitch problems, oh Mummy and Daddy told me to pick up some rubbish, oh my life is shit they abuse me” you were dragged out of the locker room and into an empty physio room by Leah, Beth, Katie, Caitlin, and Steph who all sent you a glare when the door had shut, “Oh like she didn’t deserve it,” they all couldn’t but help let out a smile. There was an awkwardness in the room, as the girls all looked between each other not knowing how to approach this.

“You guys can all go, I’ve got this, thank you though,” Leah spoke, breaking the silence, everyone left except Beth, but Leah didn’t mind. You and Beth had a very close relationship, you had been close friends since your grassroots team, Beth helped you through the year of your life you realised you were gay, and then when you crushed on your now girlfriend, your then national Captain. Beth felt bad the year you told her about your Dad, she knew something was off but you never told anyone, barely anyone stills knows the full story, but that day Beth and you promised that you would be there for each other forever, and that was true, she had been there during your trial and so much more, and you were there for her when Dan broke up with her, Beth was really your rock and you were hers. Beth moved to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the room, giving you both space, whilst also being there in case you needed it.

“Are you okay?” Leah couldn't find the right words, but she knew deep down the wrong words were what you needed her to say, you weren’t going to break, and release it all otherwise.

“Of course I’m not fucking okay Leah,” you looked up at her, she hadn’t even flinch at your words, instead she pulled you in for a hug. Which caused hot angry tears to fall from your eyes “Why now, why couldn’t it have been a year ago, 3 years, hell any time after I was 12. It’s unfair, its fucking unfair,” you paused, and Leah slowly slid her back down against the wall, bringing you down with her, your legs either side of hers as you sat in her lap. Your eyes connected with her soft kind caring blue eyes, and you could see how her lips formed a soft kind reassuring smile. You broke, big fat tears streamed down your face, as you sobbed, Leah gently pulled your body forward, so you were no longer sitting up, but leaning on her, she placed your head into the crock of her neck, before moving her arm to wrap around you lower body, her other hand was placed on your back, her thumb moving up and down, as she whispered reassuring words in your ear.

“W-why now, when I’ve already lived the hard life, when I’ve been through all that shit. When I’m already screwed up, when I already have trust issues, when I already doubt myself everyday, so much so that I do it unconsciously” you sobbed into her neck.

“I know baby, it's not fair, and it's not right. But I’m here now, and I’ve got you.”

“I-I I used to wish he would die, I used to imagine cops showing up at the door when it was later than he used to come home, them telling me and me not being upset. I used to hope he just wouldn't come back from work trips. I used to imagine people asking me why I wasn’t upset when he died. I used to think of the fact that he was an alcoholic so he wouldn't get a kidney or liver transplant, unless it was a directed donation. I had to say yes, how could I say no if I was a match, but how could I say yes. You know how fucked up you feel when you think that stuff, you know how messed up I thought I was, but that was all his doing. It's just unfair.”

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You had calmed back down and decided to go see all the girls again, the only problem was that no one had realised what song was playing in the locker room, too deep in conversation to be aware of it.

Waking up but wishing that you don’t. It’s something that I pray you’ll never know.

A song that connected with you so deeply sent you back over the edge, and you quickly spun on your feet and speed walked away, Beth followed behind you.

“What the actual fuck were you thinking McCabe” you girlfriend yelled.

“Wha?” the room had gone quiet and attention was drawn to the music, “Oh fuck, shit, sorry, we werent listening to it, its just automatically come on. I promise, I wasn't trying to be funny, I wouldn't do anything like that to Y/N”

Leah just turned around packing your bag and hers, “Tell Jonas we’re going home.”

“Sorry” Katie yelled as Leah went down the hall.

Leah found you sitting in the middle of one of the side hallways. Beth’s arms were wrapped around you and your body was shaking.

“Come on baby, let's go home.” She said as she placed a hand on your back, Beth slowly released her arms around you, which Leah quickly replaced with hers.

_____

“What’s on your mind? I know it's something more than your Dad” your girlfriend said as she sat down on the bed next to you, legs crossed and leaning back against the headboard. You had just arrived home.

“It's stupid.” you sighed, looking away from her eyes.

“I promise you, it's not stupid, it's your feelings, and your feelings are valid” she said, voice unwavering before pulling you into her lap.

“I don't know, I just feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.” “What do you mean baby?” “I don't know, I just feel like something is going to happen, like something is going to happen and you’re going to realise that this was all a mistake and leave. You’re going to get sick of constantly being second guessed for no reason just because I’m messed up, because I don’t believe someone could actually love me this much. You’re going to get sick of me, and all my insecurities, ” she pulled your body into hers, your head finding a place in the crock of her neck, tears started to fall from your eyes, causing her neck to become wet.

“Y/N, baby, I love you so much, and I promise, there is not another shoe that will drop, we have been through so much together, we got through those 9 months together, we got through the trial together, and I promise we will get through whatever life throws at us together, forever, we will go through the highs and lows together. I love you so much, and I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else. I will never hurt you, I promise.”

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reminiscingtonight · 6 months

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Hoodie ;)

I've already done a blurb for this but I actually loved it so much so I thought why not do another one

Hoodie Blurb II:

It was a fool proof plan.

There's this one particular hoodie of hers that you've taken a liking to. It's one of Leah's original pieces of clothing that she got when she first signed for Arsenal all those years ago. So it's sentimental to her in a way.

So for course you wanted it for yourself.

No matter how many times Leah takes it back, not matter how deep on her side of the dresser she hides the worn-down, ratty looking thing, it somehow always ends up back in your possession.

So Leah rolls with it.

It comes to her as a late-night thought. As she's watching your peaceful form sleeping so soundly next to her Leah knows she wants you to be hers. For good.

You're off having lunch with Steph when she does it. Having just done the laundry, it's one of the rare times you've left the hoodie to Leah's care. So slipping the tiny box into the front pocket, Leah carefully folds the hoodie back up, making sure to take extra care to plop it closer to your half of the drawer when putting it away.

When she grabs a pair of socks the next day, Leah's happy to see the piece of clothing gone.

Now all she has to do is wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

It isn't until the third day has passed and you still haven't said anything about her engagement ring that Leah musters up the courage to say something.

"Babe, have you seen my favorite hoodie?"

"Nope." you pop the 'p,' not even glancing away from the television. But the smile playing on your lips tells Leah you know exactly where it is.

"Well I'm cold. Do you mind finding it for me?"

If anything, you seem to relax into the couch some more, propping your hands up behind your head. "No can do, sweet-cheeks."

Leah narrows her eyes at the pet name. "Muffin-buns, why not?"

At that, you look up, not able to keep a straight face at her choice of words. "'Muffin-buns'?"

"Would you prefer 'honey butter biscuit cheesecake pie'?"

It's quiet as you stare at Leah. Leah does nothing but stare right back.

The silence only lasts three seconds before you're both howling, laughing at the ridiculous pet name.

Clutching her stomach, Leah's wiping away her tears when you shove hard at her shoulder.

"'Honey butter biscuit cheesecake pie'? Baby, why?"

Leah muffles her snort into your hairline as you snuggle into her side, scoffing under your breath about how much you hate her. Here Leah only feels her love for you grow. This is the type of afternoons she wants to have for the rest of her life. Wrapped up around you, swapping jokes and laughter. Leah's heart beats for you and only you and she wants you to know it.

Before Leah can bring up her hoodie again however, you beat her to the punch.

And she instantly feels the ice settle in her veins.

"Katie was shivering after practice today so I let her borrow it. She said she'd return it tomorrow though!"

You've long passed out on the couch, the tiredness of today's training catching up to you. Slipping away into the guest bedroom, Leah closes the door shut before pulling out her phone.

To her relief, Katie's contact picture lights up the screen before she has a chance to press call herself.

"Katie--" Leah starts... Only to be interrupted by a loud, angered Irish accent.

"Mate! Of all of the places in the world, why would you hide your goddamn ring in your stupid little hoodie?! Caitlin nearly passed out thinking I was going to propose when I pulled it out! And then she cussed me out when I told her it wasn't mine!"

Leah cringes. "In my defense, (Y/N) was not supposed to loan you out the hoodie."

There's a slight pause on the other side of the phone. And then a sharp sigh. "Please don't tell me this was you plan for proposing to (Y/N)."

Leah bites her lip. "Okay, I won't."

"Leah!"

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yelenasdiary · 9 months

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The Archer

Pairing: Kate Bishop X Fem Reader.

Summary: Kate asks you to be her first.

AC: Reposting this, it was originally posted on my smut only blog that no longer exists.

"Are you okay?" You asked the brunette has she pulled away from your kiss. "Y-yeah, sorry" she smiled softly as her eyes dropped, gently you cupped her face and made her look at you, "What is it?" You asked as you looked into her eyes. Kate sighed slightly as she twirled her fingers together in her lap. "Why do you like me? I mean…. you could have any other girl in college" her eyes drop once again and your brows frown with concern.

"Katie" you kissed her forehead, "I don't want any other girl. I like you because you're fun, you're caring and so sweet. You do whatever you want, and you don't care for what others think and I can't skip over the fact you are so beautiful"

Kate looked up at you once again with worried eyes, her fingers still twirling with each other as she took in the meaning of your words, "You really mean that?" She asked. "Of course! Baby, what's going on? Why the sudden need to pull away?" Your thumb gently strokes her cheek. There was a moment of silence as you waited for Kate to speak, you could see her mind running a million miles per minute, but you knew better than to push her or rush anything.

"It's just…the others talk so much about their private life and…sometimes it gets me thinking about ours" she starts. "We…we don't do anything but make out and cuddle because of me, and I sometimes think that I bore you" the girl adds with a sigh in her tone.

"Katie, baby, no! I don't care about that stuff, I told you when we first started dating that we'll only do whatever you feel comfortable with. I love our cuddles and make out sessions, I do. You do not bore me, you never could" you assure her as you pull her into your arms. "Don't worry so much about what others are doing, just focus on what we have" you add. Kate made herself comfortable and wrapped her arms tightly around you as she nuzzled herself into your neck leaving the two of you in silence once again. You rubbed her back and enjoyed the tender moment before she stirred a little and looked up at you.

"I think I'm ready" she said in an almost whispered, "I mean, I am ready" she began to sit up, "I want you to be my first, I trust you and I…I love you" she looked at you once again. You smiled softly, "okay" you said softly before pulling her back into your arms, "I love you too Kate" you whispered as you held her.

After a few moments you felt Kate start to kiss your neck up to your left ear, "I'm ready now baby" she whispered before she pulled back to look at you once again. She looked at you with hunger, the same hunger she'd seen Wanda look at Vision with, the same hunger when Nat looked at Maria. Slowly you moved towards her and kissed her softly as you lent her back down on her bed before kissing her check and down to her neck.

"Are you sure? We can stop at any moment, okay? Just say stop and we'll stop" you said between kisses on her neck as your hand moved up to behind her bra and unclasped it. "Please just shut up" Kate giggled softly as you helped her pull her shirt over her head and throw it to the floor. She took her bra off and threw it to the side as you admired her naked chest, "Is…is everything okay?" She asked in a worried tone as you smiled softly.

"You're perfect" you whispered as you kissed between her breasts, one hand slowly moving up her body to gently toy with her nipple. "Oh" she moaned slightly, "you like that huh?" You looked up at her with a smirk as she nodded. Your lips wrapped around her free nipple as your hand pinched her other, her back arched slightly as she moaned quietly not to alarm anybody outside her dorm. After a few moments you switched and gave her other nipple the same attention before kissing down her body to her waistline.

"Can I take these off?" You looked up at her, Kate nodded in reply as she watched you unbutton her jeans and pull them off her to expose the purple panties she wore underneath, "Purple really is your colour" you kissed her lips softly. Your fingers gently ran over her clothed core, "mm, baby, you're soaked!" You smiled against her lips as she moaned at the feeling of your touch, "t-take them off…please" she whimpered. You didn't have to ask twice before you had her panties on the floor beside her bed.

"It's going to hurt just for a moment" you explained, "but I promise, I'm going to make you feel so good" you added as Kate began to slowly spread her legs for you. The sight of her was enough to make you lose your mind the way she was ready and there for the taking. "I trust you" Kate reminded you with a soft smile, "you're such a good girl" you replied before crashing your lips onto hers again.

She moaned as your fingers moved through her soaked folds, her clit was swollen and begging to be touched but you'd safe that for later you told yourself. Your lips moved back to her neck so as you used her slick to lube your fingers, "Are you ready?" You looked up at her. "P-please" she whimpered. Slowly you moved two fingers into her entrance, her breath hitched, and her eyes shut. "It's okay baby, you're doing so well for me" you kissed her neck and back up to her lips as your fingers moved in deeper, "tell me when you're ready for me to move them" you whispered as her body started to adjust.

Kate opened her eyes and looked deeply into yours as she nodded, "You're doing so well Katie girl, my pretty girl" you smiled softly before kissing her once again. Your fingers moving in and out of her slowly giving her extra time to adjust to the new feeling. She was tight as you felt her walls clench around your fingers. She whimpered and moaned when you started to pick up the pace. "M-more…P-please" her right hand on your shoulder pulling you into her as she bucked her hips.

"You're so beautiful" you spoke as you fingered her faster, adding tight circles around her clit when her moans got louder.

"B-baby! I'm….I'm gonna –"

You could tell by the way she was clenching harder around your fingers that she was close, "it's okay darling, you can let go. Be a good girl, cum for me" you whispered into her ear as she arched her back with a moan. Her nails dug into your back as you continued fucking her with your fingers, curling them, getting her close and closer to her release.

"Y/n!" She moaned a few times before finally; a louder moan of your name and she came on your fingers.

"You're okay baby, I've got you" your fingers moved slower to help ride out her high she gripped onto you tightly, "you did so well baby, so good" you added.

After a few moments, she started to come down from her orgasm and you slowly removed your fingers, bringing them up to your lips and licking them clean. "You taste so sweet" you smile softly before you lay beside her and pull her into your arms as she faced you. Kate smiled softly, her tired eyes looking into yours once again, "That was….wow" she chuckled as you kissed her forehead, "Do you feel over?" you asked her just assure yourself that you didn't hurt her, "I feel amazing, tired, but amazing" she smiled before kissing you softly, "thank you" she whispered before nuzzling into your neck once more.

"Oh Katie, you're so sweet, I can't wait to introduce you to new things" You wrapped your arms around her and rubbed her back until she felt asleep in your arms, her naked skin against your body made you never want to forget this moment.

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totaly-obsessed · 6 months

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kcc hurt/comfort pls (:

Breaking a Sweat

Kyra Cooney-Cross x reader request

-> Reader struggles to be alone and gets sick, leaving Kyra to look after her

-> Sick reader, also for this anon!

-> I don't know if hurt/comfort fics are my strength - I tried!

➳ Masterlist

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

When Kyra transferred to Arsenal at the start of the season it was a joined decision, that she would not live alone – and who to better pair her up than with you?

You were the same age, already knowing each other from the national youth teams and while you were an introvert, Kyra was an extrovert. It was a good match – and Katie obviously did not try to set you up.

She would never do that…

Living together was an adventure, that is for sure. It was Kyra’s job to do all the phone calls while you did all the paperwork for the apartment and while the brunette was obnoxiously loud, you would not change it for the world.

But now it felt lonely when the young Aussie was gone, having been called up to represent her country for the Asian Olympic Qualifiers. Whilst you could not be prouder of your new friend, you missed her.

Most of your teammates were gone as well – they had left for the Nations League. With only a few people in training everyone worked harder than you already did, desperate to get some more minutes on the pitch, representing the club.

Alone again, you struggled.

Cooking for one person? Too much work.

Buying groceries for you alone? Waste of money.

And while you forgot to care for yourself, your teammates noticed. And they tried, they really did try to get you to eat at the cafeteria but you were so focused on training that it was of no use.

Kyra returned from National camp when you had an off day, and she half expected you to have cooked something – your love language being acts of service. But even in front of the door, she could tell that something was wrong.

She could not hear any music, not even the TV running as background noise – highly unusual for you.

Just as fast as she had the door open, it fell shut again, a gust of wind pulling it close. It had gotten cold quickly, and it was not just cold outside, but also in your shared living space. Quite the contrast from Australia where she had been just twenty-four hours ago.

In complete darkness, the young Australian felt for the light switch, and as she pressed it the first thing, she saw was the messy living room. This was even more unlike you, who always tidied up after yourself.

“Y/n?” Her call was met with more silence, but after closing the wide-open windows and turning up the radiator she saw the lump of blankets on the couch move.

“Honey?”

No reaction.

Carefully Kyra pulled off blanket after blanket until she was able to see your face. A very sweaty one. “Shit. Let’s get you up.”

While you normally would have told the girl off for swearing, you did not even react – barely hanging onto her shoulders as she dragged you to the bathtub. She did not need to take your temperature to know that you had a fever – so the water was not as warm as you would like it to be, especially not with your high body temperature.

After wrangling you out of your sweaty clothes and into the bath, Kyra called Steph for help who had also just gotten home.

“Okay, you want to get her as dry as possible, her hair as well. Sit her on a chair when you blow dry it. get her into light clothes, no heavy jumpers. Lots of water, ibuprofen, sleep, and cool rags will do the trick.”

You were bibbering in the tub, your body temperature cooling down significantly – and while it took a while Kyra had managed to dry you off she managed to do it – cooing at you in a desperate attempt to calm you down. While you tried to help, falling over as soon as you moved a centimeter was not much use.

Dressing you in one of her shirts, the young Australian managed to get you into her bed, after deciding that your bedding needed to be changed as sweat clung to it.

“Don’t fall asleep honey – need to drink something first.” As fast as she could Kyra had gotten a water bottle and some crackers, practically force-feeding you until you fell asleep.

After placing a cool rag on your forehead, the brunette decided to clean up as much as she could. Cleaning the living room, and throwing every blanket that she could find, into the washing machine alongside your sweaty clothes left on the bathroom floor.

It terrified her to find you like this.

Once you were back on your feet, the two of you were going to have a serious talk about self-care. It was hard to grasp for her though – you had been just fine living on your own, so what happened?

Leah helped the young midfielder realize that it was not her fault that you had ended up like this – she had shown up at your shared apartment after Steph called her that you were sick.

With most of your teammates gone, you just missed them a lot.

You had gotten lonely, and if possible, Kyra would do anything to prevent this from happening again. Even if she would need to drag you to Australia.

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woso-fan13 · 8 months

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Sicktember 2023: 6

Sick & Injured

Soccer- or football, since you play in London now- is more of a contact sport than one would think. It wasn’t uncommon to leave practice sporting a few new bruises, sometimes worse. You’re glad you play at Arsenal, facing Katie in practice is hard enough, you knew you would be constantly injured if you had to play her.

Apparently, though, it’s not just Katie you have to worry about. Because right as you go to head a beautiful cross right into the back of the net, Mary decides to clear the ball by punching it. Either would have worked individually, but when the actions are done together, it ends with you getting punched right in the side of the head. Really, really hard.

Impressively, you land on your feet. Almost instantly though, you begin stumbling as you try and maintain your balance. Thankfully the goalie gets a firm grip on your arms, guiding you to sit on the turf instead of face plant.

You can hear voices shouting indistinctly, but your head is too fuzzy to be able to make out words or voices. You try instead to focus on keeping your eyes open, your vision blurry as you watch two identical opposing goalies squatting in front of you. (Spoiler- there was, in fact, only one goalie.)

What you couldn’t see was Leah, Beth, and Viv on the sidelines, shouting frantically to their teammates. They were begging for any updates as to how you were. You had become somewhat of a little sister to them, and you were a constant third wheel whenever Beth and Viv went out.

Eventually, after you fail your concussion test instantly, you’re escorted off the pitch and led to a medical room. The three players follow, crowding in the doorway as they watch the medical staff flit around you. They knew how important it was that you were assessed and treated, but the three of them wanted nothing more than to rush into the room and push them away.

The next while is a blur for everyone involved, a slew of tests, instructions, and explanations. Finally though, the four of you are leaving the stadium, five working ACLs and three working brains between you all.

Leah insists that she is more than capable of taking you home and taking care of you. She eventually manages to convince Beth and Viv, only after promising that she would text frequent updates and that they could visit you in the morning.

The three women get you settled in Leah’s car, Beth and Viv standing in the doorway to say their goodbyes.

“Bye, little love. You get some sleep tonight and we’ll see you in the morning. Tell Leah if you need anything, and if you want us, we can be with you in 15 minutes, okay?”

You nod slightly at Beth, instantly regretting it and screwing your eyes shut. She frowns slightly, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. When you reopen your eyes, she gives you a kiss on the forehead before backing up and allowing Viv to take her place.

“Be good, Schatje, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” she keeps her goodbye simple.

You don’t make the same mistake again and you remember not to nod your head. You say a final goodbye to both women, assuring them that you’re okay, and then watch as they shut the car door gently.

Leah climbs into the driver’s seat, buckling her seatbelt before looking over at you. She reaches up and grabs her sunglasses, opening them and slipping them onto your face to block some of the light. She strokes a few of your flyaway hairs back, before setting off to get you home.

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Later that evening, you had settled into bed. Leah stubbornly insisted on you staying in her bed with her, just in case. You managed to fall asleep for about an hour before your eyes shot open upon feeling an all too familiar feeling.

Leah’s on the other side of the bed, scrolling through her phone. She notices as you suddenly wake up, and she knows what’s going to happen next. She watches as you close your eyes and take deep breaths through your nose, trying to fight through the concussion-induced nausea. From experience, she knows you will not be successful.

Your hand grabs the edge of the blanket, moving to pull it off of yourself. Your head is killing you, and the last thing you want to do is stand up, but it seems like your stomach is insistent.

Leah notices your actions, stopping you with a firm hand. She scoots next to you and sits propped against the bed frame. She tugs you up, allowing you to settle in a similar position leaning against her.

“No, Le,” you murmur, trying to move out of her grasp, “‘m gonna be sick.”

“Shh,” she soothes, “I know. Just hold on one second, you’ll be alright.”

Before you know it, she’s pressing something into your hand. Opening your eyes to a squint, you look down to an emesis bag, very clearly stolen from somewhere. Finally, you give in, allowing yourself to be sick as the pressure in your head builds.

Leah keeps her arm slung around you, rubbing her hand up and down your arm and whispering sweet words to you. You eventually stop, pulling the bag away and breathing heavily.

Leah grabs a tissue from the nightstand, gently wiping your face and throwing it in the bag before tying it and throwing that into the bin she had placed beside the bed.

“Alright?” she asks, keeping her voice low.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, clearly not alright.

A second later, “God, Leah, I’m so sorry. I just threw up in your bed.”

You feel more than hear the rumble of laughter.

“You did,” she agrees, “but I kind of made you, no? I knew you were going to be sick, that’s why I grabbed some bags from the medical team. It’s okay, we’ve all been here.”

“You’ve thrown up in your teammates bed before?”

“Well, no, I haven’t done that. I was so hungover once that I threw up on a teammate though. I meant that I’ve had concussions make me sick before, I know how awful it is. I doubt you’d be steady enough to get to the bathroom, and I won’t be much help moving quickly, so I figured you could just throw up in my bed.”

You’re quiet for a while, thinking. Leah had thought you’d fallen back asleep before you quietly said.

“Thanks, Leah. I love you, you know that, right?”

She presses her lips to your head and holds you just a bit tighter.

“I know, I love you too, bubba. Let’s get some sleep now, Beth and Viv are going to be over in a few hours.”

She lays the two of you back down in bed, your injured head resting on her. She uses her fingers to gently massage your temples, taking away some of the pain. She continues even after she feels your body relax and hears your breathing even out. Once she’s sure you’re deeply asleep, she brushes back the hair that she had messed up, and allows herself to fall asleep.

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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year

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I’d Do It Again For You

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: The tracksuits set fire to Kates apartment while she’s out on a mission with Clint. What will happen when Kate realizes you’re still inside?

Word Count: 3,872

Warnings: Apartment Fire | Violence | Hospitals

Kate was woken up by a persistent ring coming from her bedside table. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room and process what was going on.

When she realized it was her phone, Kate carefully reached over to grab it as she didn't want to wake you up; who was sound asleep with your head laid on her chest.

She looked at the lit up screen which read Clint Barton. Kate mentally groaned and pressed the green button to answer the phone, bringing it up to her ear, "I swear you're like nocturnal. Do you ever sleep?" Kate spoke quietly to not disturb you.

"The work for a hero never stops. You busy right now?" Clint asks from the other end of the phone.

Kate glances at the clock on the nightstand, "Yeah, it's one in the morning. I'm busy trying to sleep with my girlfriend which is something you should be doing too." she replied before going quiet, thinking about the words that just came out of her mouth.

"I- I'm not trying to sleep with Y/N like- like that. I mean I am, but- but not right now. And you shouldn't be sleeping with Y/N too, obviously. I meant that you should be sleeping with- with Laura, but also not like that, you know? You should be resting your eyes—"

"Are you done yet?" Clint questioned, interrupting her rant.

She squeezed her eyes shut out of embarrassment, "Yeah, yeah I'm done, sorry."

"Meet me at the end of the street in fifteen. I need your help with something." he informed her.

Kate gazed down at you, debating whether to go or not. You got so excited yesterday when she told you that she would take you out for the day today, and whenever she goes on missions everything is very unpredictable. She doesn't know if she'll be back in time to follow through with her promise to you.

But Kate knew she couldn’t turned this down, "Fine. But I have to be back before eight. Y/N's an early bird so she normally wakes up around that time, and I promised her I'd take her out today."

"I'll make sure you're back by then no problem. It should only take a couple hours anyway." Clint assured.

"Okay, see you in fifteen." Kate responded, ending the call.

She sighed and stared down at you for a couple more moments, brushing a few hairs out of your face before slowly slipping out from under you to get ready.

She put on her purple archery suit and the back quiver that held her arrows. She considered just leaving a note on her pillow in case she wasn't back before you woke up, and so that she didn't have to wake you. But she at least wanted to hear your voice before she had to leave.

Approaching the edge of the bed, she laid a hand on your side to coax you awake, "Hey, princess? Can you wake up for me for a minute?" she whispered.

You mumble some incoherent words that were slurred together from your sleepy state, making her lightly chuckle, "Hey, I've gotta run out and take care of something with Clint. Are you gonna be okay here until I get back?" she spoke softly.

At that, you opened your eyes and tried to focus them on her, "Are we still going out later?" you murmured.

"Yeah, of course, baby. I'll be back before you even wake up." she answered, caressing your side to reassure you.

"M'kay." you mumbled. "Be careful, Katie? Don't make any dumb decisions. Promise you'll come back to me in one piece."

A smile crept across her face, "I promise, darling." she leaned down to press a kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger there for a few moments before pulling away.

You frowned and gently grabbed her hand when she turned to walk away, and a confused expression settled upon her face.

"You missed." you said.

She noticed the pout on your lips and playfully rolled her eyes, returning to your side to bend down and give you a few long, soft kisses.

"I love you." she whispered against your lips.

"I love you too." you replied before she grabbed her bow and trotted down the stairs of the loft. Once you heard the front door shut, you closed your eyes to try and fall back asleep, knowing that your girlfriend would be there when you awoke again.

As Kate exited the apartment building and walked down the street, she saw Clint already waiting at the corner.

"Who'd you piss off now?" she joked, approaching the well-known archer.

He scoffed, "No one. It's the same guys from last time. They somehow found more men to carry on their work."

"Alright, let's make this quick. I have a girl to get home to." Kate said, walking past him.

"You say that like I don't too." Clint responded, watching the young girl stride down the street.

"Well then hurry up and let's go!" she called out.

He started jogging to catch up with her, "You're going the wrong way!"

"Okay, move faster and show me the right way!"

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A couple hours later, you woke up once again. You were confused as to why since the clock only read 3:24 am. It was only then that you realized you had to use the bathroom.

You laid there with a sigh, not wanting to get out from the comfort of your bed until you got the motivation to finally get up. Right before you closed the bathroom door, you thought you heard yelling coming from outside. But you brushed it off, thinking that you were just tired.

What you didn't know was that you had heard right.

"Kate Bishop!" a man called from outside, but you didn't hear him now that the door was shut.

There was another yell of your girlfriends name followed by a bottle that was lit on fire being chucked through the window, shattering and setting fire to everything around it.

A few more flaming bottles were thrown through the other window panels, causing the fire to spread even more. Neither the fire alarm or sprinklers in the apartment room went off because they had broken, and Kate never got around to getting them fixed.

So you were completely unaware of the situation until you heard the crashing sound made by part of the ceiling falling down outside the door, effectively blocking it.

When you heard that, you quickly reached to open the door to figure out what was going on. Though you winced, flinching away when your hand came in contact with the burning hot door knob.

You covered the knob with the hem of your shirt to hopefully minimize the heat, but when you tried open the door again you couldn't.

It was as if there was something blocking it. You turned the handle again, pushing on the door this time but it still wouldn't budge. That was when you noticed the smoke coming into the room from under the door, and you started to panic.

There wasn't anything in the bathroom that you could use to block the gap between the door and the floor, so you started banging the door, screaming for help.

"Help! Hello, can anyone hear me?! Help!" you desperately yelled, but deep down you knew that probably no one could hear you.

The longer you were stuck inhaling the smoke, the harder it got to breathe. So you eventually got tired of screaming, and passed out on the bathroom floor.

~~~

Meanwhile...

"Dude, the way you fought all five of those guys by yourself was crazy! You've gotta teach me how to do that thing where you rolled and still made the shot!" Kate said, reflecting on everything that happened during the mission.

Clint shrugged his shoulders, "Their fighting style was pretty sloppy anyways. I don't know if you did it on purpose, but when you did that thing with the flip and then the arms; that was pretty cool."

"I know right! I surprised myself with that one. I didn't even know—" Kate's rant was cut off by something that sent an unsettling chill down her spine.

"Hey, Kate Bishop!" she heard a man's voice call out.

She looked at Clint with furrowed eyebrows, turning down the street of her apartment building. But the scene that she was met with made her heart drop.

The infamous Tracksuit Mafia; lighting bottles on fire and chucking them through the windows of her apartment, flames engulfing the floor.

Black smoke poured out of the windows and into the outside air. At that point, there was only one thing at the top of her concerns.

"Y/N." Kate whispered to herself, shrugging off her bag of arrows and dropping her bow to the ground, darting down the street with Clint hot on her heels.

"Kate Bishop! Nice of you to finally show your face!" One of the tracksuits spoke up when he saw her.

But the smile was wiped right off of his face when Clint punched him square in the nose. He took care of the rest them, holding them off while Kate made a b-line for the front door.

She unlocked it with trembling hands, and then bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

"Y/N?!" she called out as she opened her apartment door, the amount of smoke stunning her, "Y/N, baby?!?" Kate yelled again before coughing into her elbow.

She ran around the apartment, looking for any sign of you. When she came up empty handed, she took the stairs up to the loft multiple at a time. She noticed that the blankets on the bed were pushed back, yet you were nowhere to be found.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, pausing on the bathroom door that was obstructed by debris. Kate rushed to the door, almost tripping on her own feet in the process.

"Y/N?! Baby, are you in there?!" she yelled, pressing her ear against the door. "Please, say something if you can hear me!" Kate practically begged. When she got no response she attempted to haul away the rubble blocking the door.

Kate struggled a lot, but she was determined.

After moving the last piece of wood with a grunt, Kate swung the door open, choking on the smoke that left the room. Once she could see clearly, she saw you lying on the floor, unconscious.

"Shit, Y/N!" she cursed, swiftly kneeling before you.

Kate put her ear to your nose to make sure you were still breathing, which she thanked god that you were even though the breaths you were taking were uneven and shallow.

She lifted you into her arm's bridal style and stood to her feet, "Alright, baby. We're gonna get you some help, okay? I've got you." she reassured even if you couldn't hear her.

Kate exited through the fire escape just as Clint knocked out the last tracksuit, "Clint!" she yelled to get his attention.

"Is she okay? Is she still breathing?" he spoke out of breath, approaching her.

"Yeah, but she needs actual help, Clint. I don't know how long she was in there before I got her out, but she's struggling to breathe. We need to get her to a hospital." Kate said, listening closely to your breathing.

"Kate, you know we can't go to the hospital under these circumstances. It's dangerous." he responded.

"I know. I know the risks, Clint. But, she needs professional help and we can't give her that. So please, help me get her to the hospital." Kate was pleading, tears threatening to gloss over her eyes.

The sounds of sirens could be heard from around the corner, making Clint sigh, "Okay, let's go." he said and they quickly made their way to his car that he parked on the side of the road earlier.

Clint got into the drivers seat while Kate slid into the backseat so that she could still hold you, "See, baby? We're getting you help. You're gonna be okay." she softly spoke to you.

Kate started to take your hand into hers until she noticed the red mark forming on it. She held your hand out to examine your palm, her thumb ever so gently caressing below the burn.

"I've got you now, princess."

When Clint pulled in front of the hospital, they bursted through the emergency room doors, "Can somebody help us, please?" she called out in an urgent manner.

A doctor led her to an empty bed for her to lay you down on, "What's her name? What happened?" he asked.

"Her name is Y/N. There was a fire, and she passed out i'm assuming from the smoke. It took me a few minutes to find her and get her out, but I don't know how long she was in there for before that." Kate quickly explained.

"Alright, let's get her on oxygen and an IV." the doctor ordered his colleagues.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" Kate asked as she moved to your side, holding your non-injured hand.

"We treat cases like this all the time, but I can never promise anything." the doctor answered, "In the meantime, you need to get yourself checked out. Your friend as well."

"Me? No, i'm fine. What—" Kate was interrupted when a nurse started to lead her to a different area.

"Those cuts on your face and burns on your hand say otherwise." the nurse spoke.

She gave up on arguing, not wanting to cause a scene while Clint did the same, leaving the doctors to take care of you.

~~~

"Hey, how you holdin' up?" Clint asked as he pulled back the curtain of the room Kate was sitting in.

It was about an hour later, and Clint was all bandaged up. The nurse suggested that he take it easy for the next few days, but he obviously was not going to listen.

Another nurse had given Kate an oxygen mask. Although she wasn't in the fire for as long as you, they just wanted to be safe.

Both of her hands were wrapped in bandages to allow the burns on her hands to heal from when she was trying to get the bathroom door open.

Kate took the oxygen mask off of her face to speak, "Fine. You?"

"Same." Clint answered.

They sat in silence; Kate stuck in her thoughts, and Clint trying to read her facial expression, "None of this is your fault, you do realize that, right?"

Kate shook her head, looking down, "Yeah, well it sure feels like it."

"Beating yourself up over something you couldn't control isn't going to get you anywhere, trust me it's just gonna eat you up inside. It happened, so all you can do now is move forward." Clint said, giving Kate some of his dad advice.

"I'm the one who pissed them off. It should've been me in there, not her." Kate spoke in a low voice.

"But it wasn't you, it was her. Y/N wouldn’t haven’t wanted it to be you in there either. So right now she needs you to be there for her, not filled with anger and guilt." Clint put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Kate took a deep breath, "You're right."

"When am I not." he responded, making Kate roll her eyes.

"But when we get out of here I am planning on beating the living shit out of them." Kate said, only half joking.

Clint shook his head with a small smile, "Now we both know going into fight fueled by rage is a recipe for disaster. Believe me when I say I got a pretty good hit on all of them."

Kate lightly chuckled for the first time since all of this happened. She knew that everything Clint had said was true; it always was. But she wouldn't admit that.

Just then, Kates head perked up at the sound of the curtain being pulled back, revealing the doctor from earlier. She immediately sat up straighter, anxious about what she had to say.

"You're here with Y/N, correct?" the doctor asked.

Kate quickly nodded, "Yeah, yes. Is- is she okay? She's okay right?"

"Y/N inhaled an alarming amount of smoke, so we still have her on oxygen to treat that. She also had a minor burn on her left hand that we wrapped up, but she'll be fine and make a full recovery." he informed the two archers.

At those words, they both exhaled a sigh of relief, a weight feeling like it's been lifted off of their shoulders.

"Thank you so much. Is she awake? Can I see her?" Kate questioned.

"She's not awake at the moment, but she should be anytime now. If you follow me i'll take you to her room." the man answered.

Kate glanced at Clint who nodded his head. She stood up and followed the doctor out of the room. After making numerous turns, and walking down multiple long hallways, Kate almost ran into him when he suddenly stopped in front of a door.

"She's right in here. If you need anything just ask or press the red button on the wall." the doctor said, and Kate mumbled a 'thanks' before he disappeared down the corridor.

Kate opened the door, shutting it behind her before dragging a chair over to your bedside and sitting down. She gently took your right hand into her bandaged ones, letting her thumb caress over the back of it.

She gazed down at you; watching the way your chest steadily rises and falls thanks to the nasal catheter in your nose. Your eyelashes tickled your cheeks, and she reached a hand over to brush some stray hairs out of your face before letting it stroke your cheek.

She wanted to talk to you. To say at least something to let you know that she was there, but Kate just couldn't find the words. Luckily, she didn't have to because your hand shifted in hers as a few tiny whimpers escaped from your lips.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes slowly fluttered opened, but immediately shut again at the bright lights in the room. You blinked a few times so that they could adjust to the light before your tired gaze landed on Kate.

She exhaled in relief when your eyes met, "Hey. Hi, babygirl." she cooed, fixing the hospital gown that had started to slip off your shoulder, "You're finally awake. You gave me quiet the scare." she lightly chucked.

Kate noticed how you were slightly squinting when looking at her, "Are the lights too bright, baby? Here, I can turn them down." she said, standing up to dim the lights before quickly returning to your side, "Is that better?" she asked, and you nodded your head.

"Good. How are you feeling?" Kate questioned, grasping your hand in hers once again.

You took in your surrounding; noticing the monitors and machines beside your bed, the IV in your hand, and the window where you could see all of the people walking back and forth through the blinds.

"I'm okay." you answered before furrowing your eyebrow, "What happened? I thought you were taking care of something with Clint."

She took a deep breath, "I was." she started, "We finished the mission, but when I came home, the tracksuits had set the apartment on fire...with you inside. Clint dealt with them while I got you out when I realized you were still inside, and then we brought you here." Kate had to slowly explain since the memory of it all would haunt her forever.

You didn't exactly know what to say as you were just in shock. You didn't really know how everything had happened; you just remembered feeling scared and frantic trying to get out of the bathroom as it filled with smoke.

"I know," Kate said, letting a hand comfortingly stroke you cheek again, "I know it's a lot to take in, but I've got you now." she spoke in a soft, reassuring tone.

As she caressed your face, it felt a little rough on your cheek compared to how soft the skin of her hand normally felt. That's when you noticed you were feeling the white bandages that both of her hands were tightly wrapped in.

You frowned, "What happened to your hands?"

She glanced down at her hands, and then back to you, "I burned them when I was trying to get you out, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'd do it all over again for you."

Your gaze softened as you stared at her until your mouth dropped into a big yawn, making Kate gently smile, "If you're tired, princess, you can go back to sleep. You need to rest while you recover." she said.

"If I do will you cuddle me?" you asked.

She got up from the chair and laid next to you in the small bed. There wasn't a lot of room, but you made it work. It just gave her another reason to hold you closer, "I'll be here the whole time. I won't leave you again, I promise."

You moved into her open arms, resting your head on Kates chest to which she pressed kiss to as you did.

You sat in comfortable silence.

Kate was focused on comforting you by running a hand up and down your back, while you were stuck in your thoughts.

Although you were exhausted, you couldn't help but think back to being trapped in that room with no way out as it filled with smoke, screaming for help just for no one to hear you.

The memory of it was too overwhelming and your eyes started to glaze over, "I was so scared." you whimpered out.

It was so quiet that Kate barely heard you, "I just had to use the bathroom, and then the fire started but I didn't know since the smoke detector didn't go off, and I couldn't get out because there was something blocking the door and then I couldn't breath—"

"Shhh," Kate cut you off, noticing that you were starting to work yourself up and choke on your words. "It's okay, Y/N. You're safe now I promise you. You're not there, anymore. You're here in this moment with me, safe and sound in my arms." she spoke gently, pressing another lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You don't have to tell me about it now. I know you're tired, so get some sleep, baby. I'll still be here when you wake up." she gently assured you.

"You promise?" you asked meekly.

"I promise," Kate responded. "I love you, Y/N." she said.

When Kate got no response back, she looked down at you just to find that you were already fast asleep. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile, relieved that you were back in her arms, and making a silent promise to you and herself that she'll never let anything happen to you again...also making a mental note to fix the sprinklers and smoke detectors.

#kate bishop x you #kate bishop fic #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop mcu #kate bishop #kate bishop x fem!reader

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arielburrow · 10 months

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Maybe one where joe gets nervous about the stadium crowd

10 minutes

This one is definitely a little shorter, but I thought it was cute :)

Four years. It had been four years of game days, big crowds, and adrenaline rushes. But never in those four years had Joe ever cracked.

This game was so very momentous given it was Joe’s first time back on the field since the first playoff game last season. The game which was going so well, until it wasn’t. With three minutes left in the fourth quarter, Joe took a third down sack which left him with a torn ACL and a fractured vertebrae. Devastating, to say the least. But the truth was, even in that moment Joe didn’t crack. You remember running to the tunnel to meet him alongside his parents, as he was carted off to be examined. You were so worried, even if you put out a good front to support him.

It was definitely a rough journey, the rehab process truly put you and Joe’s relationship to the test. You had to press pause on your life and focus on supporting him through his recovery. But of course, you guys made it out of the woods, and you truly felt that the two of you were now closer than ever.

His demeanor remained calm and collected as he joined the team again for training camp a couple of months ago. Since then, the guys have been grinding, finding that chemistry again to put on a show when it was finally time to hit the field again, which was now just about an hour and a half away.

It was the season opener, an away game at none other than Arrowhead Stadium. Walking through the tailgate, you could already tell what kind of game this was going to be. While bengals fans were ecstatic for Joes return, the sense of rivalry between the two teams had no intent of sitting this one out. You begin making your way to your seat, saying goodbye to the other significant others, as you decided to sit a bit early and catch up with Joe’s family.

After about an hour of chitchat, it seemed as if the whole stadium had been flipped. What was once a mild crowd, was now and sold out roaring mess, that couldn’t care less that there was still a half hour till kick off. You had no choice but to stop talking with his parents as the stadium had just gotten too loud. It was majority chief fans, with a few bengal fans. scattered about. You watched as the clock ticked down to the 20 minute marker, which caused an uproar of cheering and chanting across the stadium. You turn to yell something to Robin, but you’re stopped by a tap on the shoulder.

“y/n!” Katie yells, motioning for you to stand up. You get up quickly, feeling a little alarmed at her demeanor. She must notice Jimmy and Robins confused faces, because she leans over to converse with them for a few moments. “Katie is everything okay?” you ask in a worried tone as she begins her descent with you by her side to the field access.

“I don’t know y/n, he’s not talking at all, after warmups he came back into the locker room and slammed one of the office doors, he hasn’t come out since.” She stresses as you too hurry to the visitors locker room. “I need you to talk to him, get his mind right, because we need him out there in exactly 18 minutes.” Katie is stern, but you can tell she’s worried, as are you. Joe has never been in this situation before.

Entering the locker room, it’s surprisingly quiet, a few players greet you, but you can tell everyone has picked up on Joe’s funk. “y/n”, Tee runs up to you, leading you to where Joe is. “You know him the best, get our guy right.” he pleads giving you a side hug before going back to his locker.

You stand infront of the door, hesitant to knock. Instead, you just open the door. You frown as soon as you see his appearance. Head in his hands with his eyes shut, he’s sitting in the corner visibly startled by something. “Joe..” he only looks up when he hears your voice. He immediately stands, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hold him for a moment and allow him to feel whatever it is that’s getting to him.

“You can even hear it in the locker room…” he says lifting his head on his shoulder to meet your eyes. “What?” you question.

“I worked so hard for this moment and I knew it would be hard…but hearing that crowd. It’s paralyzing. What if i’m not ready.” His eyes hold a sense of worry, not sadness, just confusion, almost desperation.

“Joe. You are the only person who could do this. Nobody can fight like you, even when you were down, you were fighting like hell to get back to this moment. Who cares about the noise, you know how to tune it all out, you just have to find that mindset again.” You say reaching a hand to his cheek.

“It’s just so loud. I cant even think straight, let alone read a defense.” He stresses as he begins pacing.

“Joe-” “What if that was it?” He cuts you off and the pacing comes to a stop as he now makes eye contact with you from across the room.

“What if I lost the spark when I went down? I mean i’ve made my way through practice, but game days are different. What if I can’t get that rush back?” You walk over to him and sit him down on a desk so you can come to eye level with him.

“Joe, listen to me carefully. You have ten minutes, ten minutes to find that spark.” You place your hands on his knees and coke close to his face. “Whatever the fuck it is that makes you Joe Burrow, I need it, your team needs it, you need it. 10 minutes Joe.” You say quietly but sternly.

“Baby this is it, this is the comeback you’ve been working for. That crowd? That noise? They’re waiting for it Joe. Cmon, put on a show.” you wink and smile as you push yourself off of him. His face now holds a different emotion and he watched you walk towards the door.

“See ya in 10 Burrow.”

“10 minutes left!” Robin yells next to you. “Cmon Joe! We need this!” Jimmy yells amongst the crowd. The crowd that hadn’t given out even a bit throughout all four quarters of the game. Joe was playing alright for the most part. He started rough, with a pick within the first five minutes, but the team pulled through and we’re sitting down by 3 points. A couple more plays go by and the Bengals kick a field goal to tie the game with 5 minutes remaining.

You were nervous, there was no denying, this would be a big factor for Joes outlook on this season, and if they lost he would only be harder on himself. The clock continues to tick as the ball only barely makes it to the line play by play.

With one minute left you watch as Joe fakes a throw to Jamar, only to take off down the field. This was your least favorite part of the game. It sounded selfish, but it was true. Whenever Joe would take off, you just imagined the worst possible hit taking place. You watch as 2 defenders tail him, but he keeps up as you watch the yards decrease.

Touchdown.

You jump out of your seat and hug his parents as you watch the sideline go nuts. The once electric stadium was now mumbles, besides the few bengal fans around you. Joe takes off his helmet and you watch as he embraces Jamar and Tee.

You knew this meant the world for him and it felt like a dream to see him back as his normal self. The sidelines pour onto the field and Joe embraces multiple players and coaches. You see Zac pull Joe in and spend a moment talking to him, then the Jumbotron picks up on it and the crowd erupts. What was once a moderate group of Bengals fans, sounded as loud as the whole stadium. They chanted Joe’s name in union, staying seated as the rest of the chief fans made their way out.

This was going to be a good season, you thought to yourself.

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nattinatalia · 11 months

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Jack Harlow x Reader : Instagram AU

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yourusername Before the day ends, I want to wish my baby boy a happy birthday. We celebrated his birthday last weekend but I’m still spoiling him with a trip to a dinosaur museum so he’s super happy about that. Ezequiel, you’re the most kindhearted, loving, funny little boy ever. You make me the happiest mama. I love you my sweet boy 💙

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jackharlow Happiest of birthdays to my little man, my twin for life. He amazes me every day with his thoughtfulness and all the love he give out at such a young age. I’ll admit it to all of y’all, I missed his birthday party last weekend and it broke my heart when I came home to see my boy so heartbroken, so I have a lot of making up to do. Started with throwing him ANOTHER party and getting him these Pokemon cards he’s been wanting. This is day one of plenty surprises to come ☝🏼

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neelamthadhani getting those cards in such a short time was a hassle. Never again please

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 5 months

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Part 17

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 16 🟣 Part 18

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst. Girl-gossip shenanigans.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I'm very sorry, @deandoesthingstome, but this chapter is exactly what you hate most 😂😂 That said... We need some girl-gossip up in this bitch. Enjoy!

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“Hey, is that Professor Holmes?”

You followed Katie’s gaze to the side only to find that she was right: Sherlock was indeed in the cafeteria of your building, and he was walking towards the table where you and your friends were sitting. “It is,” you answered plainly.

“God, it’s a shame he’s no longer teaching here… I’d almost switch schools to take one of his classes, and that’s just because of that face.” Rose sighed.

Her remark made you chuckle. “You know he’s a vampire, right?” you noted amusedly. “He can hear you.”

Closer inspection of Sherlock’s face showed no sign that he had indeed heard what Rose had said, but there simply was no other option.

“Who cares, I bet the man knows he’s a whole damn meal,” Jenelle helpfully added.

“Mmm, fine dining,” Rose chuckled. “Aren’t you supposed to be a lesbian, J?”

“I have eyes,” Jenelle deadpanned.

“You guys,” you hissed angrily. The whole conversation was making you incredibly uncomfortable. You lived with Sherlock, for crying out loud. You were… involved with him.

His soft chuckle sounded behind you as a strong arm reached around you to put something on the table — a book. “Mike said you needed this,” he said kindly, “and I had an appointment on campus, anyway.” The fact that he skipped out on your usual ‘darling’ left you a little deflated. Of course, you’d never taken the time to discuss if you would take your slightly unorthodox relationship public…

“Oh, really?” you answered, trying hard to keep your nervousness out of your voice. “What kind of appointment?”

“I’m assisting in another plagiarism case,” he answered. “The school was able to replace me as a professor, but my other talents are significantly harder to come by.” His hand landed on your shoulder for hardly more than a second, and then it was gone again. “I will see you tonight, right? August is making pasta.”

“Yeah,” you said softly.

When Sherlock turned around to walk away, it stung. You wanted to hug him, instead of hiding your relationship — although you hadn’t actually ever defined what that relationship was, exactly. One look around the table at your friends told you they already knew there was something going on.

“Seriously?” Katie snapped when Sherlock had disappeared from the cafeteria. “You are cheating on Mike?”

Shit. Of course, you had considered that explaining your situation would be tough, but you hadn’t counted on Katie going full Queen of Judgement.

“I’m not…”

“Save it, bitch,” she hissed. “How could you? Mike is so cute and…”

“Katie, shut up,” you snapped. “I’m not cheating. Mike knows, he’s… he’s okay with it. And it’s complicated.”

“Complicated how, girl?” Jenelle asked, sounding a lot more calm than Katie.

“Alright,” you sighed, “can this stay between us?” The three nodded. We’re you really doing this? Jenelle worked at the Bank, she’d have no problems with this, but Katie… She grew up about as sheltered as you had, and your best guess was that her family wasn’t exactly more forgiving on the vampire stuff.

“I’m a natural,” you blurted out before you could talk yourself out of coming clean to your friends.

“Luxury vampire food, you mean?” Rose said, her eyes wide. “Girl, you can make a killing off that!”

“How would you know?” Katie asked, disdain very clear in her voice.

“Oh, don’t be a hick about it. My sister is one. She’s making fucking bank at some club downtown. She could probably het you an inter— oh my God!”

“What?” Jenelle asked. You didn’t respond.

“You’ve been paying for lunch, not as worried about your student loans… You are making money!” It was impossible to interject, because Rose and Jenelle started to chatter excitedly while the look of disbelief on Katie’s face only grew stronger.

And then she snapped.

“You’re some filthy fucking blood whore?” Right, there it was. She didn’t even wait for an answer — not that anything you could have told her would have calmed her down, because you were, by any definition of the word, a blood whore. Somehow, it stung a lot more now that Katie said it than it had when August had mentioned it.

“Katie, seriously?” Jenelle scoffed. “You know I feed vamps for a living, too, right?”

As she said it, Katie turned pale. “I didn’t,” she muttered quietly, and she began to gather her stuff. “I have to go.”

When she rushed out of the cafeteria, Rose and Jenelle looked at each other, and then at you.

“I guess her family values don’t quite line up with city life,” Rose said.

“With normal life, you mean?” Jenelle sneered, clearly not upset by what had just happened.

“Hey,” you replied, “take it easy, she’s…”

“A bitch, girl.” Rose rolled her eyes. “I know she’s a lot like you, and I know you bonded over leaving your small-town family behind and everything, but even you have to admit that you did a way better job adjusting than she ever did. She honest to God didn’t even try.”

You knew she was right, but it still felt wrong to talk about someone you’d considered one of your closest friends like this. Especially when she was being accused of being what you were, too: A small-town girl.

Then again, they weren’t wrong in saying you’d come a long way since then. In fact, you were absolutely certain that your parents would die of shock when they found out about your arrangement with your roommates. Actually, you were pretty sure they’d already keel over if they only heard you were living with four guys, regardless of whether or not they were vampires.

They also weren’t wrong in saying that Katie hadn’t exactly made the steps you had. Quite the contrary, if you had to admit it.

You sighed.

“Girl, tell us more,” Jenelle said, putting her hand on your arm and squeezing you lightly. “I take it there’s an arrangement of sorts with these hottie-hot-hot roommates of yours?”

“Up to and including Professor McDreamy?” Rose sighed, the look in her eyes revealing she’d trade places with you in a heartbeat.

You nodded. “Yep. I never thought it would be this intimate, though…”

“We’re ditching this lecture, aren’t we?” Rose asked, looking at Jenelle, who nodded.

“Girl we’re out of here. Come on.”

“Hold on, so you slept with Pornstache? I mean… Augustus, was it?”

“August,” you corrected Jenelle, “and… I mean it’s only happened once so far.”

“And the cop?” Rose butted in.

“Not yet…” Why were you having this conversation again?

“And the pretty professor?” Jenelle asked. You’d been wondering about that, actually. Because the truth, which you also told your friends, was, of course, that you and Sherlock hadn’t had sex, even though you spent the occasional night in his bed.

“Maybe he’s waiting for you to bring it up? He seems like that kind of guy,” Jenelle said when you had finished the story of your first kiss — leaving out the part about Mike running off for now — and the nights you had spent together.

“J, we don’t know him,” Rose laughed.

“No, she’s right. He’s that kind of guy. So sweet, so considerate… Very insistent I take my supplements.” The quizzical looks on your friends’ saves made you laugh. “He can tell when I need vitamins. As in… he can taste it. So he makes sure I take what I need… it’s…”

“God, I want someone to take care of me like that…” Rose sighed. Jenelle agreed with her.

You had to admit; it was nice to have someone look after you. And you had four someones, even.

“But like, Mike was okay with all that?” Jenelle asked, and you knew your hopes of leaving out the part about him running off were shattered.

The story left Jenelle and Rose speechless for a moment, and then Rose laughed. “Christ, he's adorable,” she snickered, “I feel so bad for him. No, really…”

“Oh, the impact that remark would make if you weren't cackling like a crazy witch,” Jenelle said.

“I'm sorry, it's just… On brand for him, somehow? Does that make sense?” It did. It really did.

“August would say that it's because Mike is just a baby,” you blurted out before you were able to really think it through.

“Yeah, wait, how old are these guys?” Of course Jenelle asked the question you'd been dreading.

“Eh… Mike was born in the sixties, if I recall correctly. August and Marshall are four hundred years old, give or take, and Sherlock just under nine hundred years.” Was it just you or was it hot in here all of a sudden?

“Hm…” Yeah. Hmm. That sounded about right — you hadn't really worked out how to deal with that information yet, either.

“How old were they when they were turned?” Rose asked, making you instantly worried about something you had somehow failed to consider at all.

“God… I don't even know,” you muttered.

“You never asked?” Jenelle couldn't wrap her head around that. “How could you not ask?”

“It didn't really matter…”

“It doesn't matter,” Rose said matter-of-factly, “but I still want to know.” Ah. Rose's curiosity was the bane of your existence from time to time — and the reason for some of the better conversations you'd had with her.

“Mike was in his early twenties, I believe. And I'm guessing Sherlock and August are in their late thirties, early forties. Marshall… Mid-thirties, I think? I honestly don't know!” And you cursed yourself for it.

“It doesn't really matter. Their legal documents have their original birthdates on them, anyway,” Jenelle pointed out. “I used to work the desk at the Bank before I decided to give feeding a shot.”

“I know Sherlock doesn't have one. His driver’s license says ‘ADB’,” you remembered. Rose gave you a questioning look.

“Approximate date of birth,” Jenelle explained, although that didn't seem to make it much clearer.

“Legislation changed so many times during his life, and he's had to hide and lie about his age and pretend to be human and whatnot… He genuinely doesn't remember when he was born, exactly,” you clarified.

“Years and days are often just an estimate, even if you only go back about a century,” Jenelle added.

“It sounds horrible to not know when you were born,” Rose said quietly, a worried look on her face.

“I know the guys don't mind much… They're mostly glad they can feed legally,” you muttered.

“They must be really happy they ran into you,” Jenelle said with a wink. “I hear these arrangements are kinda rare, like… people pay top dollar to be a part of one.”

There was a question somewhere in that statement, and it was easy enough to tell what it was, exactly; what's the deal?

“Yeah…” You hesitated. You'd barely come to terms with the agreement yourself. Sharing it was something else entirely.

“You know you can trust us, right?” Rose said. She was at least as curious as Jenelle.

“Yeah, it's just… It's a lot, okay? Basically I don't pay rent and utilities, and I get… let's call it an allowance. Please don't make me tell you how much that is. It's basically a very generous grocery budget, that's all I'm gonna say about that.”

Your cheeks were burning and you couldn't keep your hands from trembling as you waited for your friends' reactions to what you'd just told them.

They were silent for a beat, and then Rose squealed. “Girl, oh my God, that's amazing! I'm so happy for you!”

She meant it — as did Jenelle, who furiously nodded in agreement of what Rose had just said.

“Truth be told,” you said. Now that you were fessing up anyway, there was something you had to get off your chest. “I'd do it for free.”

“No way,” Jenelle said, “I've had shifts where the drip — like, the painkiller chemicals — didn't take well, and I swear I wanted to die after the third or so client.”

“But you're not a natural,” Rose replied. “My sister told me it feels good.”

“Oh, it does,” you blurted out, “it really does. They could feed on me all day and I'd be so perfectly happy! Mike even…” No. That was… It wasn't that you'd never shared any intimate details about your sex life with Rose and J, but this…

“Mike even what?” The girls said in unison, and you wished you could disappear.

“God, alright, eh… He likes to drag it out.” You shrugged. As far as you were concerned, that was plenty of information for them. They disagreed.

“Bitch, I sw-"

“Alright, alright,” you shushed Rose, who seemed to calm down — but looks can be deceiving, especially in very tiny, copper-curled physics students. As far as you'd experienced, at least.

“Mike one hundred percent feeds during sex,” Jenelle said indifferently. You hated how spot-on she was.

“Yup,” you said. “And remember how fond he is of, eh…”

“Boobies,” Jenelle sighed — it was just about the only trait she and Mike had in common. “Wait…” She snapped her head in your direction, her eyes wide. “You mean he… Really?”

Why did this even surprise her?

“Oh, that adorable little freak,” Rose chuckled.

“Never tell him — or anyone else — that I told you this!” you said, mild panic clear in your voice. “Swear on your life!”

“Jeez, chill!” Jenelle snorted. “Like we'd ever do that? Ain't none of my business that he wants to suck on your tits.”

“What does that feel like?” Rose asked. How would you even begin to explain that?

Despite being unsure you'd be able to do it justice, you decided to give it a shot, anyway. You’d made it too far into this conversation to back down now. Besides, it was nice to finally be able to talk about this with your closest friends. Minus Katie — which was probably for the best.

“The feeding itself already feels like a warm bath… I mean, the bite is more sensitive, but other than that, it's pretty much the same. It's his reaction that makes it so good. A few nights ago he got so snuggly — he'd had a rough day and he was very hyper and all over the place, but as soon as he was curled up next to me, he calmed down.” You could tell from the look on her face that Jenelle had a hard time picturing Mike in any kind of way that could be described as calm. “Really! And he has this gift…”

“I can't believe we never asked you about that!” Rose interrupted. “Do they all have one?”

“They do. I'll get to that, okay?” you promised before continuing: “Anyway, Mike has this gift. He senses desires.” Rose's eyes went wide for just a moment, but you happened to catch it. “What?”

“Okay so, hypothetically, if at some point I thought about…” It didn't take a genius to figure out where this was going.

“Yeah. There’s a very good chance he caught that. Marshall is worse, though. He straight-up reads minds.”

Rose stared at you wide-eyed. “Well, it’s good to know I can never show my face at your place again.”

“Eh, you're fine,” you said. “A-ny-way, they warned me that after a while, there was a chance they'd kind of ‘share’ those gifts with me while they were feeding, meaning I get to feel what Mike desires, and… It went beyond wanting. He needed me. It was…” A single tear rolled down your cheek, taking you by surprise. “I love him so much.”

Jenelle wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you close. “Girl, quit playin'. You love all of them, it's so obvious, seriously.”

“I really do,” you sighed. “This whole thing feels like home. It feels like forever.”

“But babe, you're not going to be around forever,” Rose said carefully. The thought had crossed your mind before, and every time it did, it made you feel queasy.

“You know,” you whispered, “I’m not so sure about that.”

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hwalyn · 2 years

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ateez social media au !

summary ! seeing cute boys at work was always a plus but when one of them just so happens to be your partner for your midterm project and add in the fact he thinks you’re a raging bitch to his friends. disaster has to be brewing

pairing ! student!yeosang x fem!oc

genre ! non idol au, university au, angst, enemies to lovers kinda, fluff

feat ! the rest of ateez, maybe some other idols

warnings ! cursing like a lot of it, i’m not that funny lmao, mentions of bullying but it’s v v untrue. . . tba

START ! 06/19/22

END ! . . . 09/10/23

join the taglist here

profiles ! fantastic four the boys™

prologue fr saw an angel

01 don’t be a p*ssy

02 it’s always money

03 bi*ch has 10 a day

04 i will kindly pass away

05 moon best girl

06 stop gatekeeping your coworkers

07 press send

08 credit card numbers </3

09 yeah san ! do better !!

10 please please please pray for me

11 bro….

12 we gottem boys

13 two and a half men

14 star retrograde

15 drogas?

16 i hate you i really do

17 bless up 🙏

18 AYO TWO ???

19 okay ignore me ig

20 i’m just a little dumb

21 vibes are not vibin

22 she was REALLY staring

23 san care me <3

24 i will b word at you

25 as a pisces…. ouch

26 crickets

27 what team

28 stay away rat

29 WOOYOUNG IS HERE

30 good luck exercising

31 rob a bank

32 wooyoung you’re the man

33 shut up loser

34 might be a typo tbh

35 heart been broke

36 betrayal feels like

37 absolutely foul

38 what a fucking bitch

39 timeout

40 WHERE IS SHE GOING ????

41 where have you been, loca

42 off your phone

43 oh….

44 #kqbestperformance

45 six seconds ✎(written)

46 that was tragic

47 WHY DID SHE PUNCH HIM ????

48 so i was right

49 a HUGE dick

50 i might cry

51 pancake, waffle twitter meme

52 how the tables have turned

53 kicked out

54 attempt one

55 pathetic

56 don’t you dare

57 fine rainy day

58 um we….

59 life’s motto

59.5 classic katie

60 she misses me

61 IM SORRY ✎(written)

62 the bean bags

63 2:57

64 good mood :)

65 too soon

66 more than once ???

67 pause the music

68 been dumped

69 shooting stars ✎(written)

70 gossip girls :(

71 birds…..

72 five years old

73 nasty rat

74 sit and stare

75 FEELINGS

76 hey girlie

77 juiciest tea

78 not funny didn’t laugh !

79 kitkats

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simplysummers · 10 months

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What songs make you think of your faves?

Ooo this is difficult because my brain is basically a big jumbled mess of songs and story/character relations, and I haven’t made a proper character playlist in a while, but I’ll do my best!!

These are just for my current or very recent faves, and the songs are just the ones I know off the top of my head have correlation in my head.

Alex Summers:

- X Men

These are on vibes alone, not as much storyline

I Saw Her Standing There - The Beatles

Leaving On A Jet Plane - John Denver

Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

I Know Places - Taylor Swift (shut up I know 😭)

Cough Syrup - Young the Giant

I’ll Stand By You - The Pretenders (this one is specifically a Charles and Alex father-son esque song.)

Monster - Caissie Levy

No Surrender - Bruce Springsteen

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance

The Way I Loved You - Taylor Swift

We Built This City - Starship

Iris - The GooGoo Dolls

I have a lot more on hc based storylines but I haven’t introduced that version of Alex to the public very much yet.

Shout out to You Belong With Me as that makes me think of Alex simply because of Lucas Till, and You Are My Sunshine for being the main plot point in my first Alex fic.

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr:

- X Men

Andante, Andante - ABBA (Mamma Mia version) (CE)

As If We Never Said Goodbye - Barbra Streisand (C)

Can’t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon (CE)

Confrontation - Jekyll and Hyde (mostly E but could be CE depending on the AU)

Dos Oruguitas- Sebastián Yatra (CE)

Evermore - Dan Stevens (CE)

From Now On - The Greatest Showman (C)

History Has Its Eyes On You - Hamilton (E)

How To Save A Life - The Fray (E/CE)

If This Was A Movie - Taylor Swift (CE)

Just A Man - EPIC: the Troy saga (E)

Knowing Me, Knowing You - ABBA (CE)

Make You Feel My Love - Sleeping at Last (CE)

On My Own - Samantha Barks (C)

Our Last Summer - ABBA (Mamma Mia version) (CE)

Pieces - Ella Henderson (CE)

Slipping Through My Fingers - ABBA (Mamma Mia version) (C)

Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye (CE)

To Sir, With Love - Lulu (C)

Treacherous - Taylor Swift (CE)

Turning Tables - Adele (CE)

Wild Uncharted Waters - Jonah Hauer-King (CE)

Writing’s On The Wall - Sam Smith (E/CE)

Sebastian Smythe:

- Glee

Some of these will be KB labelled

All You Wanna Do - Aimie Atkinson/SIX

Applause - Lady Gaga

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

Bad Blood - Taylor Swift

Bejewelled - Taylor Swift

Blackbird - Beatles

A Boy Like That - West Side Story (KB)

Candyman - Christina Aguilera

Crazy What Love Can Do - Ella Henderson + more (KB)

Delicate - Taylor Swift

Gee Officer Krupke - West Side Story

Glad You Came - GCV

How To Be A Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds

I Never Dreamed Someone Like You - Katie Irving (KB)

I See The Light - Tangled

I Want You Back - GCV (KB)

King Of My Heart - Taylor Swift (KB)

Make Me Feel - Janelle Monráe

Paris - Taylor Swift (KB)

Shut Up And Drive - Rihanna

Speak Now - Taylor Swift (KB + B)

Patricia Thornton:

- MacGyver

I don’t think you people understand the chokehold she has on me. She’s barely in the show and yet she has me by the neck with those manicured fingers.

Literally so many songs from Reputation by Taylor Swift

Ready For It?

I Did Something Bad (this one is the most Thornton song that’s ever written)

Don’t Blame Me

Delicate

Look What You Made Me Do

Getaway Car

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Okay other than Reputation:

No Body, No Crime - Taylor Swift

Rabbit Heart - Florence + the Machine

Skyfall - Adele

Thumbs - Sabrina Carpenter

Trust In Me - Scarlett Johansson

Yours - Ella Henderson

AHS: James March and Kit Walker:

- Asylum + Hotel

No don’t worry I don’t ship these two. They’re just the only characters I care about besides Sister Jude.

Until I Found Her - Stephen Sanchez (KW)

Insane - Black Gryph0n & Baasik (JPM)

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soraviie · 1 year

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This one too... please 🙊💜

strap ya selves I've had this idea in the back of my mind for a very looooong time so you've unleashed a flood (edit: or a creek more like)

It was as if no time had passed at all. The way your parents dutifully doted on the boy, well, a man now, brought you uncannily back to eight years ago when he became the center of your home.

Yeah...yeah. You had been jealous. Imagine waking up one day to a strange boy wandering the halls of your home and then having to listen day after day -

"Make Seokjin feel welcome!"

"He's so alone, invite him along with you!"

"Don't abandon him, ______________. Imagine how you would feel like in his place!"

What about me, you had thought angrily, glaring at Seokjin at the other side of the kitchen corner. He'd met your gaze and flinched, trying to appear as small as possible underneath your explosive wrath. Does anyone care about what I feel?

But watching from the sidelines as he awkwardly pats your mother back, returning her heartwarming hug, you don't feel jealous. Well, just a bit, though entirely for different reasons.

You don't think you could ever hug him like that. Certainly not after all these years during which the frail bridge of latent friendship had undoubtedly rusted away.

It goes exactly as planned. Jin brings certain souvenirs and foods from Korea, even gifting a thank you card from his own parents, expressing gratitude about having such a nurturing host family. Your parents go nuclear, squealing and fussing. For two weeks now they both put their backs and hearts into making the celebratory dinner. The appetizing smell was wafting throughout the whole house and surely could be sensed down the street. They rush into kitchen to prepare which leaves you and Jin standing quietly in the entry hall.

"Hello," he greets you stiffly. "How have you been?"

You think back on the heartbreaks and laughter, desperation and joy, and boredom, years of growing up that seem to slip by ever faster each moment.

"Fine," you shrug. "You?"

He thinks for a second, plush lips growing thin.

"Okay. Bored. Was missing...this place."

You hum, taken aback a bit. You truly had not ventured that he liked to stay here at all; certainly you had not made it the easiest in the beginning. Recalling all the moments you locked him out of the bathroom or staunchly ignored him, made you cringe. Despite your numerous apologies and his assurances that it was okay, the guilt still gnawed at the ends of your soul.

"How is...Katie?" he asks gently and you laugh.

"You know I haven't spoken her since we threw her shit into the river."

He joins your smile, though quite more bashful, scratching at the back of his neck.

"Well, I left...so I think, I mean, thought, you'd...you know."

"What? Get back together with those skanks? Nah, never."

For all your faults, that at least was something you felt good about. Namely, crunching Katie McMillan's nose and tossing her school bag into the dirty river on the lower parts of the town. Once you found out it was actually her, your supposed good friend, who bullied Jin into depression, the choice between your friend group and Seokjin was easy. In, fact you wouldn't call it a choice at all. Afterwards, you could honestly say that you'd enjoy Seokjin's company. Being outcasts at school who lived together meant that in those nine months you were practically attached to the hip and, yes, perhaps you began to harbor some semblance of a pathetic crush towards him but the guilt and the shame never let up and to this day, you found it difficult to look at him.

Hence why the lack of hugging.

"I'm sor-"

"Don't say it," Jin interrupts. "Stop apologizing. It's fine."

You purse your lips but ultimately shut up.

You sit mutely by the table as your parents hound Jin for answers. From the way his flight was to who cut his hair - they want to know all and so do you, despite not voicing it. You sit and listen, eagerly catching the dealings of his life. He works at a private clinic, the same as his father had. He lives in Seoul and has seven close friends. He's an uncle now, he shows a picture of the little rascal and he's single. That last part he can barely stutter without his ears becoming beet root red meanwhile your mother tosses one of her annoying, pointed glances. All in all, he's leading a good life and you're glad.

Leaning back into the damp garden chair whilst the neighborhood sleeps, you're unwittingly forced to examine your life. Is it going good? You don't know. But how could you if you do not know where it should go or even where you want it to go?

A beer bottle floats in the line of your vision and raising your eyes, you find Jin standing on the patio, tightening a jacket around his broad shoulders. How could they possibly have gotten any wider?

"Stealing from Dad's stash again?" you inquire light-heartedly, accepting his quasi gift. One upon a time you got into quite the trouble for emptying the secret alcohol cupbord.

"For the sake of old times," he laughs, joining to sit by you.

"This is for you," he adds after a pregnant moment of silence, fishing from the depths of his jacket a small box. Your eyes widen at the sight of it and after wiping your hands into the pants, partially fearing you could destroy the gift with your oily grippers, you take it out of his hands. The bracelet is thin but shining, even in the muted light of the darkened back-garden where the only light was provided by the yellow street lamp hanging above the hedge. You're fairly sure it was made of diamonds. There is a sense of luxury about it that you've not seen in real life.

"I-I cannot accept this," you gasp, trying to push it back. "Why would you even-?!"

"Because I wanted to," he sternly cuts down your belligerent expression of humility, forcing you to keep onto the gift and struggle with decisions of how to best word the bottomless gratitude you felt.

"I see you're still a coconut head," you mumble, immediately regretting ever opening your mouth. Jin rolls his eyes, suppressing the smile tugging at his lips.

"You can never just say "thank you", can you?" he chuckles dryly, taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, I'm horrible."

"No, you're not," he argues softly. "I did loathe your ass in the beginning but...it was a difficult situation."

"Thanks, dude," you snort, twirling the box in your hands thus failing to spot the way his eyes worriedly linger on your form.

"But we got closer together and I...I began liking you."

You don't move and Jin can feel the shirt stick to his back - he's sweating that much.

"Like a girl."

You blink repeatedly, staring intently somewhere in the grass. The lack of reply goes on for so long, Jin has the time to drain his beer bottle to gather the courage that by now has been all but depleted.

"Like a...girl?" you echo, turning to slowly face him. "Like as in...like like?"

"Yeah."

You swallow. That pathetic crush of yours is rearing its head with the conviction of a tornado.

"When I said I miss this place," he drawls off shyly, ears turning undoubtedly red. "What I actually meant is that I really, really missed you."

You listen to the soft sway of the wind, thoughts empty, mind empty.

"Thank you."

Jin drops onto his back, laughing.

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

#jin x you #jin x reader #jin x y/n #jin angst #jin fluff #jin drabble #jin imagine #jin scenarios #bts angst #bts fluff #bts drabble #file/picture series/jin #bts scenarios #bts imagines

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elizabethxolsenn · 2 years

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Down.

Sub!Wanda x Mommy!Reader

The one where Wanda acts like a top.

Minors DNI

Warnings; G!P Wanda, Maria, Carol, Natasha, And Kate watch, Oral (W), riding, edging, cum in V, bondage, degradation, Dumbification, Mind invasion, Fluff (ig), After care.

Blackhill

Carol X Kate (let’s say carols in her late 20s.)

Wanda had her arms snaked around your waist while you were in her lap. Some of the avengers were hanging out.

“Wait- Who’s top?” Kate asked you and Wanda. Your lover straightened her back and cleared her throat. “Me obviously.” She smirked. You stood up and looked at her.

“Excuse me?” You said, anger in your eyes. “Come on babe, don’t be shy.” She said standing and pulling you by your hips. “Down.” You said stepping away from her grip. Her eyes filled with fear as she immediately went to her knees.

“If you don’t wanna see me punish the slut, I suggest you leave.” You growled through gritted teeth. “This’ll be fun.” Carol said as Tony and Steve left the room, leaving Kate, Carol, Maria, and Natasha. Kate began to get up. “You’re not leaving.” Carol growled, pulling Kate on her lap.

“Y/n please.” Wanda whispered from below you. “What did you call me?” You said bending down to her level. “Mommy. Please. I’m sorry.” She said hanging her head in embarrassment. Maria Chuckled

“Katie, baby. Would you be a dear and take off her pants?” You said, smirking. Wanda looked at Kate and the girls. “Well— uhm..” Kate Muttered.. She was a sweet girl, very innocent. “Do you not want to?” You say, in a sad, apologetic Voice.

“I want to! I’m just..yes ma’am.” She said quickly rushing to Wanda. She stood the older girl up and unbuttoned her jeans taking them off, as well as her boxers. “What do you say to Katie?” “Thank you..”

“Oh sweet thing..you’re so hard for mommy.” Natasha Whispered, assuming no one could hear her. You laughed, “you’re right natty.” She looked up, shocked that you heard her

“Lay down Wanda.” You said smiling. Wanda immediately laid down on the cold ground. “There you go..so obedient.” You whispered. You put laid between her legs as she took her shirt off. “Girls. I want you all to tell her what a dirty dumb slut she is.” You said after grabbing her hair and kissing her harshly.

“Mommy, I’m sorry.” She whispered, “shh, mommy’s gonna play with you.” She nodded and watched as you slowly licked the top of her dick, she moaned rather loudly. You went down and licked up her dick and then putting your hand on the base of it.

“You’re such a whore, look at all that pre cum…” Carol said, acting disappointed.. “S-Sorry, Carol..” “Dumb Bitch.” You whispered.

You slowly slid your mouth down her member, licking the tip every so often. You slowly bobbed your mouth up and down. “Faster, mommy please faster!” She moaned out, looking for something to grip. She knew better than to touch you during punishment.

“Don’t make demands of her!” Natasha said rubbing herself through her slacks. You went even slower, staring your girlfriend in the eyes. “ ‘m sorry Natty..” she mumbled.. you went faster, she thrusted her hips up, you pushed them down as a small warning. You bobbed your head fast, Wanda let out a loud groan as she hit the back of your throat. “Mommy! Please..fuck..”

You immediately came back up. “Watch that slutty mouth of yours.” You growled. “Yes mommy..” she mumbled trying not to buck her hips, “Mommy! I need to cum please..” she said tears forming. “Shut the fuck up.” You said, grabbing 2 handcuffs from your bag and cuffing her to the couch. “Mommy no..please..” she yelled.

“I’ll be back in a bit honey. Girls. If I find out your touched her, you’re next.” You said, walking up to your room. Kate got up and sat next to where Wanda laid. (And got laid) “Hey, It’s okay, You did so well for your mommy Wanda.” She said softly with a smile.

“T-Thank you Kate..” Wanda whispered with tears in her eyes. Kate got up and sat in Carols lap. “Baby. We’re supposed to Acknowledge her slutty behavior.” Carol said before kissing Kate’s Cheek.

“But she— Sorry Babe.” Kate said with a huff, she was very proud of Wanda, because she took it better than Kate would’ve. “Ria..Sweetie She need help..” Natasha said looking at Wanda, Maria scrunched her eyebrows. “Hm? You saw how she acted out, she doesn’t deserve it.”

“But! But she needs our help..Please..” Nat whispered, tugging at her wife’s arm. “Tasha what’s gotten into you?” Maria asked, cupping the redheads cheek. “Pretty sure Wanda has.” Carol said, drawing attention to the girl on the ground, who’s eyes were glowing red. Wanda immediately stopped. “Wanda. I’m telling y/n..” Maria Said standing up. “No! Please..I just need to cum..” She cried. Natasha looked at her.

She felt no sympathy for the girl, the only one who did was Kate.

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You came back around 30 minutes later, Kate was comforting Wanda, making sure to not touch her, Natasha and Maria were gone, and Carol was playing with Kates hair.

You looked at Wanda, who’s faced was tear stained. “Mommy..” she croaked, you immediately ran to her. “Don’t worry, mommy’s gonna fix it.” Kate said, “Right?” She asked, you nodded. You settled on her cock, and slowly bounced up and down, you didn’t want her to hurt from being sensitive.

“Mommy..cum” she whispered, barely audible. “You can cum baby” you said, wiping a tear from her face. She moaned loudly, as she came in you. “Mm, so good Wands.” You said getting up no letting the cum drop down your thighs. Kate stared, wide eyed. “Carol..” she whimpered.

“Did I pull your hair? I’m sorry Katie.” Carol said, truly concerned. “No, Carol I’m all icky.” Kate said, getting out of her girlfriends grip. “Oh sweet thing, let’s get you taken care of.” Carol said smiling.

“Let’s get you cleaned and In bed.” You said, un-cuffing your girlfriend. She nodded and immediately went limp when she was free. “Come on baby, let’s get you in the tub” you said picking her up. She nodded and buried herself in your neck.

You started her water and put her in. She immediately relaxed and sighed.Turing off the water, you grabbed her loofa and put soap I’m on it, lathering her arms.

“Mm, Ria told me what happened with Natty,” you said with a sigh, you heard her small gasp. “I’m very disappointed.” You said, staring to cover her chest area in soap. “I’m sorry mommy! I just wanted to cum.” She mumbled. You ignored her and finished bathing her body. You move to her hair.

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After her bath, Wanda didn’t wanna wear clothes, which was fine. You never minded skin to skin. You laid her down and started taking your clothes off.

When you finished, you laid next to her, “hold me?” She whined out. “Of course dove.” You said after pressing a kiss to her shoulder, and before wrapping your arms around her waist. Wanda buried her head in your chest and smiled.

“I love you Y/n.”

“I love you too honey”

#lesbian #wanda maximoff #mcu fluff #smut #wanda x y/n #lgbtq representation #wanda maximoff smut #mommy wanda #wanda mcu #wanda marvel

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The only thing I focus on is getting into the room assigned to me. I don’t care if anyone is following me. I hope no one is following me. I have to get away.

I catch my running speed with the doorknob. I try to wipe my tears with my sleeve so I can see the lock and open the door with the room key in my pocket. I open the door and charge in, slamming the door shut behind me as quickly as I opened it. I make sure to lock the door behind me so nobody can come in. None of those psychos. None of those people.

Only then I start crying all over again.

I’m already a waterfall of tears, but I don’t care. I slump on the floor with my back up against the door. I can’t stop shaking. I can’t get my hands away from my face to catch the tears. My head is filled with nothing but ugly thoughts.

I’ve been like this before. More than once. More times than healthy. But at least then, it was me being pathetic and stupid and beating myself up about it. I’d cry about how disastrous of a human being I was, but I’d get told over and over again it was false and I was overreacting.

This is real.

This is far more justified, I feel.

This is the end of my life.

It has to be, right? I already broke. I already broke down in front of everybody. I already failed. I already failed the school that teaches its students how to kill each other.

I’m going to die here. I’m going to get killed by someone else. I’m stuck here for the rest of my days, however long I have left. I’ll never go home.

I will never go home.

I’ll die instead. I don’t want to die. I’m not ready to die yet.

If I die, I’ll never…

I’ll never see them again.

My parents. They’re going to be devastated to hear their daughter has been killed. I’ll never apologize to them. I’ll never say goodbye to them.

I never hated my parents. I hated that they signed me up to this program, but I never hated them. They loved me. It’s my fault for not saying no to it.

Maybe they’ll at least get a chance to start over with my brother. I’ll never meet him. I’ll never know his name. He’ll never know me. He won’t have a sister.

And Katie…

Oh gods, Katie.

Even in my flood of tears and my weakened state, I manage to pull out the notebook from inside my jacket. I open it to the first page.

The drawings are still there. The cheesy drawings of hearts and stars. The writing ‘K + S’ is still there. The photograph is still there. The one when we were in high school at the student novel ceremony. Her blonde hair was longer back then, up in a ponytail in the picture. I had my dimmed purple hair down, and was only wearing a plain white blouse. Even back then, she was more fashionable with her gold yellow turtleneck sweater. I’m hugging her tight in the photo. My head is on her chest with a shy expression on the camera she is holding.

I want to hug her like that again. I want her to hold me. I want her to show up out of nowhere, see me crying, and hold me close. She’d shush me and stroke my hair and tell me it’ll all be okay.

I wish she was here. I wish I was back home in Clovis. I wish I was back in my room, my real room, writing away late in the night with my parents blaming me for my exhaustion at school. Then school would mentally beat me, and the people would suck. Then I would come home and see Katie so she’d hear me out and then fill me with hope.

Tears fall on the paper, making scattered wet spots.

“I promised her. I promised her.” I cry silently, my voice gritty. “I promised her I’d come home…”

My voice raises in a raspy cry as I slam the book onto the floor. “Goddammit! I didn’t even want to come here!! I didn’t even want to accept the transfer!!! Why?!?!?!”

My crying and bawling becomes worse and worse by the minute.

There’s no one here to comfort me. There’s no one here to help me.

I’m dead for sure. I can’t kill. I have nothing in me to kill. I’m frail and stupid and sensitive, and I don’t know anything about murder. With the way I freaked out and stormed out like that, I think those people are thinking about targeting me.

Murder frail, whiny, stupid Sara…

I bury my head in my knees.

This is how my fuck ups get me killed.

*Knock Knock*

The shock of the sound and the banging on the door trip me over my feet. Now off the door, I’m on my hands and feet like a crab. I look up to hear a voice.

“Sara? You in here? I’m just here to check on you cause you-”

“Go away!” I shout. I don’t remember whose voice it is, and I don’t care. I don’t want any of these crazy people with murderous thoughts coming near me.

“Huh… that’s not what people usually say when someone knocks on their door…”

What is this person talking about? They act like they never-

“Ah well, the next and probably appropriate thing to do would be to pick the lock and come in anyway!”

What?! No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no! Already?! I’m dead already?!

I said I was gonna die, but this soon?!

“Don’t!!” I scream, my heart beating hard against my chest. With my breathing hitching, I scramble through my pockets, or whatever is on the floor near me I can use to defend myself. “Don’t come in! I have a… a…”

My hand meets one of two pens in my front jacket pocket. I open one and aim it at the door. “A PEN!! And I’m not afraid to use it for stabbing!!”

A pen. I sound pathetic.

“Oh wow. She really has snapped already.”

I stop breathing for a second.

That’s one of those bunny things.

What are they doing with a student-?

“You sure you want to go i-”

“Absolutely.”

I hear a click from the lock, and the door opens. I step back, still keeping my pen out.

It’s Senri Endo. He has a massive grin on his freckled face like this is some happy greeting. Why does he always do that like this is normal?

More importantly, why are all six Monobunnies standing around him?!

“Heyo, Sara.” He greets happily. “I hope you’re not too troubled.”

Dude…

“Good. Good. Good to see you already getting in the right spirit.” He says to my silence and my tear streaked face.

Does he not see I have a pen aimed at his face?! He walks up to me and clasps his hands, smiling like it’s nothing. Am I really that bad at being intimidating?

“So, how do you like your room?” He asks. “You haven’t seen it yet, right?”

“Uh-room?” I didn’t even look. I was busy crying.

Holding KiBunny on his shoulder and petting them, he says, “Oh yes. The Monobunnies put in a lot of effort into each student's room. So we hope you appreciate the space.”

MidoriBunny, standing by Senri’s feet, explains, “Each student's dorm room has the essentials. Bed. Wardrobe. Desk. Floor. Walls. A lock on their door. A private bathroom with a security camera so we can see. But we also included varying colors, decorations, and crannies to suit the student living in it. So you won’t see the other’s rooms look exactly the same.”

I spaced out when they started talking. “...wha-”

“Aw come on, I love a little room arrangement! Especially since we’re staying here for the rest of our lives as classmates!” Senri pulls my arm down. I guess the pen wasn’t threatening in the slightest. How can he be so cheerful about all of this?! “The Monobunnies and I came all this way, you want us to show you?”

“No-”

“Great!” He grabs me by the shoulders and turns my body around. I have to admit I’m too scared to fight against him.

The walls are white. The carpet is a similar purple color to my jacket. That much I know. AkaBunny and MomoBunny have their paws on lavish purple curtains.

“We know purple doesn’t match your hair, but we really wanted to express your love for the color.” MomoBunny says.

My favorite color is cerulean blue. My hair isn’t even that purple… well it is still purple, but it’s still a more dull shade of it.

“And you’ll never guess what’s behind these!” AkaBunny says.

“Window plates?” I quietly guess.

They open them up.

“Window plates!”

Of course. At least there’s curtains so I don’t have to stare at the window plates.

There’s five of these curtain things. The second one to the right has a white roll top desk with a purple swivel chair and a small trash can.

AoBunny is on the chair, depressingly saying, “This is the place where you can write down all your melancholy thoughts. On paper, or on the desk itself, we really don’t care…”

There’s stacks of paper on the desk. Lined and blank sheets. There’s a pencil sharpener and a cup of pencils as well.

AoBunny turns the chair around to hand me a sheet of paper of sorts. Senri takes it and hands it to me. “It’s a letter from the Monobunnies.”

I read the first sentence to myself.

‘We Monobunnies are dedicated to helping students enjoy their stay here-’

I shove the paper in my pocket. No one's gonna read that shit.

KiBunny and AkaBunny are jumping on the bed on the wall to my right. The pillows are a lavender color, and the quilt is white with butterfly patterns of several colors on it. There’s a nightstand with a drawer and a lamp.

MidoriBunny is trying to sit on the edge of the bed, but the jumping is making them wobble on the mattress. “This is what humans call a ‘bed’. From my understanding, you can do a lot of things with it. Sleep on it, jump on it, read on it, do a lot of clean pure and responsible things with it-”

AkaBunny jumps on the bed hard enough that MidoriBunny falls off. Senri catches them in his arms. MidoriBunny groans, “I think I prefer sleeping on dirt.”

“Alright, get off.” Senri politely demands.

“Awwwww…” The Monobunnies whine like little kids.

MonoBunny, getting up on the beds end, explains, “The water is shut off during nighttime. The dorm room bathrooms have locks on them, but the other bathrooms around the campus do not. Please keep that in mind. The flat screen TV on the wall will display any announcements at any time they appear, the channel will automatically switch to that when they happen. This goes for morning and nighttime announcements, class announcements, body discovery announcements, and so on. Otherwise that’s for your entertainment. Don’t break it. That camera on the ceiling, the one over the bed, that’s so we can keep an eye on you twenty four seven, so don’t ever think nobody is watching you. We’re always watching.”

They said that last part in a deep creepy snarl. My breath hitches at it.

“Also, don’t break it. The camera is equipped with a gun, so we can gun rule breakers down any time.” They say that part enthusiastically.

Great. I’m going to sleep with a gun hanging over my head.

“Room keys are designed to be resistant to lock picking, so you don’t have to worry about people picking the locks and coming into your room unannounced!”

I glance at Senri. “Right…”

“Huh? Oh…” Senri notices. “Oh don’t worry, we all checked the students' abilities. The only one who can is me.”

Why is Senri doing it okay but no one else? My head is littered with more questions than answers.

“They’re also hard to replicate.” MonoBunny says, then jumps up to my face to give a snarl, “DON’T. LOSE. YOUR KEY.”

I’m tense and shaking. “P-please don’t get that close…”

They jump down on the floor, obeying.

“Aaaaaaaaannnnndd that’s the basics!” Senri claps with a smile.

I think I feel worse than I did before.

“H-hey Senri-”

“Oh! And you have got to see the best part!” Senri interrupts me. I guess I get no say in any of this. “I know you’re a writer, your talent and all, so we put together a little nook for you to write to your heart's content!”

He grabs my arm to turn my body again, facing the left side of the room.

Indeed, there is a nook. The space is claimed by a white circular carpet with the same pattern as the bed quilt. There’s an end table in the center with a purple lounge chair, and surrounding it is a white book shelf that spirals around half the carpet. There’s already books in it, as well as some fake plants, drawings, and other things. On the side of the bookcase is a mini stairwell to climb to the top of the shelf, where there’s a little space with pillows and blankets. MomoBunny, on the top of the shelf, turns on a little lamp up there to reveal a ceiling lighting of a fake galaxy. They keep clicking on the lamp, and the lighting switches to other environments, like a rainstorm, a crowd of bustling people, the seaside, and a field of whistling birds. It even plays the sound effects.

Is it… beautiful? Why do I like this?!

“Well?” Senri gets in my view with a smile. He’s jumping in place. “You love it?”

“U-uh…” I can’t talk.

The bunnies already start digging into the books and drawings on the shelves before Senri adds, “And the best part? We managed to collect all your private projects from home!”

That gets me to scream an audible, “WHAT?!?!?”

They stole my-?!

“Okay, well, not exactly your private projects from home…” Senri dials back. “We just replicated them exactly into some blank notebooks we had laying around. So while you don’t have your stuff from home exactly, we made exact copies.”

“THAT’S NOT ANY LESS CREEPY!!” I scream. I’m running to the area to try and snatch the books from Monobunnies. They’re digging in them like greedy monsters. This wasn’t how I expected to start crying again, but here we are. “Hey! Stop!! These are private!!”

“Don’t worry, we already read through all of these.” MidoriBunny says casually.

“We’re also judging you silently about them, but we don’t have to say it out loud.” AoBunny adds.

“I didn’t give you permission to-!” I try to snatch a book from AkaBunny, but they jump out of the way. I let out an upset cry.

“The amount of unfinished projects here is just sad…” AoBunny is also crying. “I loved ‘The House of Labels’. When are you making the fifth book?”

“Oh, oh my…” AkaBunny found one. “I wonder if your parents know about this fetish of yours-”

“PUT THAT ONE DOWN!!” I beg, my waterfall of tears coming back. “Please stop!”

“Alright, you heard the lady, put them back, we already read them!” MonoBunny commands, slapping.

The other bunnies obey instantly. Maybe that’s why MonoBunny is the leader among them.

MomoBunny is the only one who doesn’t listen. They find another one, flipping through it curiously. “Ooooooohhh, who’s this girl? She’s such a pretty one. Someone got a crush??”

I whip my head around. Is that my diary of Katie?!

“We’re a thing!” I cry.

MonoBunny, out of nowhere, jumps up to the shelf and kicks MomoBunny in the back with their hind leg. “What did I say?! Back off of the lady’s love life!”

“Kyaaa!” MomoBunny crashes on the floor from the kick. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

They’re aggressive bunnies as well. Now it gives me even more of a headache.

It makes me lose it. “JUST FUCKING STOP IT!!!”

They do from my outburst. I don’t care. I’m worn out from crying. I’m angry. I’m embarrassed. I’m confused as shit.

“I DIDN’T INVITE ANYONE IN HERE! I DIDN’T ASK FOR A ROOM TOUR! I DIDN’T ASK ANYONE TO LOOK AT MY WORKS! IS NOBODY GOING TO EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW CAUSE I AM CONFUSED AS ANY PIECE OF SHIT WOULD IN THIS SITUATION!!”

“Whoa!” Senri puts his hands up. “Whoa whoa whoa, calm down. This isn’t meant to be as confusing as you think it is.”

“ROBOT BUNNIES.”

That spawns the first ounce of emotion from him that isn’t happiness, confusion. “You don’t have those in the real world? Huh… that is news to me.”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!” I direct my outburst towards him. “You’re a student! You’re in the same situation as I am! KILL or BE KILLED! How can you be so CALM about all of this?! To the point where you’re casually hanging out with the bunnies with a smile on your face?!?! HUH?!?! ANSWER ME, SENRI!!”

This guy confuses me so much. I thought he was a little strange at first, but he seemed at least friendly and excitable. But I would assume he’d react with dread on the killing game news like a rational person would. Instead he keeps his attitude. Why?!

Just like that, the confusion is gone and returns to a smile. He says, “Sara, there’s a reason why I wanted to talk to you privately. I think you should sit down.”

Without warning and without waiting for an answer, the bunnies tackle me down on the lounge chair. I crash into it, and only then do they get off me. Senri sits on the end table hugging one of his legs, staring down on me.

I don’t know what to expect, but my heart is racing.

“First off, we need to set a very important rule about this.” Senri is serious now. “Consider it another regulation that applies to you: Everything that we’re gonna talk about here is for your ears only. You cannot tell anybody about what I’m going to tell you. Got it?”

“And…” I’m scared. “And if I do?”

Sneri points at the camera gun.

I’m definitely stuck in place now.

“Okay…”

“You asked me about my behavior regarding the killing game, why I’m not scared or shocked or anything. There’s a reason for that…”

He takes off the eyepatch on his face, revealing his other eye.

I expected a scar, or a glass eye, or something normal.

No. It’s a red eye, similar to the bunnies eyes. The eyelashes are made out of blue crystal.

“...I’m the one running the game.”

I can’t breathe.

Did I hear that right?

Senri is…

“I’m responsible for all of this!” He says with a smile, like it’s something to be proud of. “Me and my Monobunnies took over the program, kidnapped all these Ultimates, and organized the killing game. Now we’re running the entire program as the mastermind behind the cameras! Pretty great, right?”

He’s not a bubbly excitable type like I thought… He’s a sociopath.

“To be honest, it’s kind of disappointing you’re also an Ultimate, if you weren’t I certainly wouldn’t have included you in the mix. But killing those evil Ultimates is an all or nothing deal.”

Evil Ultimates?

“No one else in the world was gonna do it, so I took the heroic mantle. No need to thank me for it.” He says as he picks up and pets MonoBunny, who looks pleased at the gesture.

He thinks this is a good thing?!

I hug myself, trying to manage my shaking. Nothing is working. I’m breathing hard again. Everything is blurry and I still have my glasses on.

This guy is the one running this killing game. He casually admitted it to me.

“Y-you’re the one who-who kidnapped me…”

“Correctamundo.” He gives me a smile and a finger gun. “I do apologize that it had to be so confusing, but I couldn’t get you in any other way.”

That’s the least of my problems right now.

What is going on?

Why is this happening?

What does he want with me?

Is he trying to kill me?

Is this-

“Sara.” He gently touches my shoulder to try to get me to snap out of it. “I’m all for good panic attacks, but I do need you to focus.”

I whimper and grip my heart. A cozy lounge chair can never comfort me.

I hear MonoBunny say to Senri, "Master, with all due respect... her? Really? I get she's the writer, but out of all the students with the brain power, the strength, and, well, the basic sanity and confidence, you choose that one.”

“Just… why…?” I ask softly. “Why would you tell me all of this…?”

Not that I would be able to, but for all he knows, I could use this information against him.

So why risk it?

“The rules.” He says. “The two survivors.”

I look up in confusion. “Wh-what about it?”

��The students kill each other, you catch the killers and they get the chain, keep going till there’s only two left.” Senri gives the basic summary. “It’s a matter of who those two are.”

Does he mean…?

“Obviously one of those slots would be myself.” Senri says proudly. “But there’s also the little factor of another survivor. One that would be a dream come true for me to have as that person…”

He points at me.

“But, I can’t guarantee that.” He says once I get the message. He puts MonoBunny down and spins around the table and adjusts his body so he’s hugging both his legs and his side is facing me. “Not if you’re in the same field as the others here. I have the protection of the Monobunnies to keep me from getting killed, but you don’t. Anyone can get the jump on you at any time and you’re dead.”

I kinda get that.

“So what can we do???” He asks himself, giving a fake gasp of an idea. “We could partner up and be masterminds together!”

“Partner up…? With you…?” I stutter. “Y-you mean like a traitor?”

“Traitor?” He hums. “I was gonna call it ‘Self preservation partnership and friendship with your fellow mastermind’, but sure.”

“W-what do I-?”

“You would help me influence the other students here to kill each other.” Senri offers. “With the classes we train them to be killers, but that might not convince them. I would say I would motivate them through the Monobunnies, but honestly, you know more about people than I do. You know what makes them crack.”

No I don’t. I’m one of the most closed off people I know. If that’s the standard, then he must know literally nothing about people.

“But why me?” I ask softly. “Out of everyone, why me?”

Surely he’d pick a more competent traitor than me. The girl in the dragon mask is already scary. The scientist girl would be a smart option. The environment guy is an actual psychic. Hell, I don’t know much about my next door neighbor, but I’m sure he’d be a better option than me. Senri has options. Why pick me?

“You wrote ‘Despair’, right?”

And there’s the answer.

Not that book…

My whole body fills with dread from the implication.

The mastermind of the killing game is a fan of my book. The book I wrote about privileged people slaughter.

“I have been wanting to meet you for so long!” He expresses. “When we finally met, my whole world opened up! And I mean that literally! So really, for being my inspiration, I owe you… the world! I seriously owe you everything!”

I can’t talk. I feel my face going pale.

He pats my shoulder. He clearly sees this differently than I do. "We would be such a great duo! The author and the audience collaborating in the genocide of the privileged to save the world and overthrow all the evils of hope with the power of love, friendship, and despair!!"

He gasps for air. He’s excited about the idea. “I’m just saying, it’s epic! It would be the world!”

This is it. This is my karma. I thought I had my karma, but no. This is where it starts.

He gets serious, making it clear, "Course, you can say no, I can't force you to join.”

“But?” There’s always a but.

“But if you do say no, then you’re on the same playing field as everyone else. And I can’t guarantee you won’t be killed. And you still can’t tell anyone about this, then I’d have to gun you.”

Simple enough.

I sit there and think about this.

If I join Senri and become a traitor amongst the cast, he can protect me from dying in the game. If I don’t take this deal, I’m on my own risking my life like everyone else.

Of course I’d die if I risked it.

Can I even trust him? He’s running the campus. If I say no, he could gun me down anyway. He could be lying.

“Think about it.” Senri adds. “You work for me as the traitor of the class, and me and my Monobunnies protect you long enough for us to be the two survivors of Class B-3.”

That’s it?

“And one more thing!” He makes another part in the deal. “Accept this, and no harm will ever come to the people you love.”

I let out a muted gasp.

He took over the school. He can go after whoever he wants.

My eyes glance at the notebook on the floor, the one of that picture of me and Katie.

Senri notices and asks, “You care about your girlfriend's well being as much as yours, don't you?”

Of course I do.

Katie. My family.

If Senri doesn’t go after them, I can go home after the killing game. I can go back to my normal life like none of this ever happened.

Will he hurt them if I don’t take the deal? Or worse?

He concludes it by saying, “Choice is yours."

He offers me his hand. “Will you be the traitor?”

I hesitate.

I take the deal, and I’m safe. I won’t have to kill. I won’t be killed. I’ll be safe until the game is over and then I can leave. I’ll be protecting all my loved ones. I can go home, returning to my normal life.

I don’t take the deal, and I’m risking my life in a killing game I’ll never win. I’ll be delaying my own death at the hands of another student here.

I want to go home. I want to survive. This is my one shot.

“You’ll protect me.” I want it clear.

“Yep.”

“You won’t hurt my family.”

“Nope.”

“You won’t kill them.”

“No-well, yes, I won’t.”

I take a deep breath.

I take his hand.

Something hot fuels my hand once the shake is done. I let go to see something red glowing on my palm. Then it vanishes in my veins.

What did he do to me?

“You took the deal.” He states. “There’s no turning back.”

I don’t feel any different. It still scares me.

“YES!!!” He lets out all his enthusiasm and jumps on me, wrapping his arms around me. “She said yes, everyone!! We got her!!”

“Yay!!!!” The Monobunnies cheer. Well, except for the main MonoBunny, who has a neutral expression.

“Aw, I’m so excited!!” He’s not hiding that emotion. “I have a BFF! A friend! And it’s the writer of ‘Despair’! This is…. AAAHH I’m sorry!! This is everything to me!!!”

I’m stuck muffled in his hug.

“I-I never had a ‘friend’ before!” He expresses. I wonder why. “This is so much to me! We’re going to run the killing game together! We’re going to be BFF’s behind the cameras doing everything together! This is gonna be awesome!!”

He parts from the hug, which I did not return, and he takes out his E-Handbook. He keeps one arm around me to position me for a selfie.

“Here, here, say ‘Despair BFF’s’!’” He grins and snaps the picture.

I don’t know what my face looks like in that picture, but I guarantee it is not the same happy expression that he has.

I’m a traitor now…

What am I getting myself into?

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