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The other Bronze – Part 12

I tell you guys - this was a very complicated birth 😅😅 I hope you enjoy it and next part (if wanted) will be more happy and chaotic again ❤️❤️

I want to thank all me patient anons... and of course @valewosomtb and @samkerrworshipper for having me back in every situation... and new to that list is @georgiaswifey who literally saved me ass from dying this week due to boredom ❤️❤️

After breakfast all of you boarded the bus to St. Georges Park for the first training of Camp. You of course tried to sit next to G just for Lucy to pull you up by your shirt and push you further down the way disposing you next to Mary as she slipped into the row next to you

“You can't be serious?” you growled towards your sister and her actions

“Dixie Chicks serious” your sister smirked back as she pushed you slightly into Mary

“Yeah... you do actually behave like Aubrey” you grumbled as you let Mary pull you into her side without even watching the interaction as she looked out of the window

“You ready for training Bubs?” Lucy asked now and you knew she was just being concerned after what happened a few days ago in Barcelona

“Yeah... if it gets too much I just go into the bosses office... I promise I won't bolt” you reassured her

“Okay... if you need anything Kei and I are always there okay” your sister said insistently

“Yeah I know...” you smiled softly

“Hey y/n” Rachels head shot up from the seat in front of you

“Yeah...” you already saw the glint in her eye which meant fun

“Truth or Truth?” the blonde asked grinning

“Ehrm... truth?” you played along smirking

“Good choice... okay... Have you ever faked sick to get out of a party?” Rachel grinned knowing the answer already

“Not a party but school and training, yeah” you shrugged your shoulders

“Training????” now Lucy looked up from her phone

“Sure... it's like suuuuuper easy.. down a bottle of water and sprint a few meters... boom... getting sick everywhere” you answered nonchalantly “Go on Rache... I'll give you one more”

“Excuse me?? Hold on.. when...” your sister interrupted

“Just before we had that “friendly” against the Arsekiddos...” you shrugged as Beth Mead turned around glaring at you

“It's Arsenal” she corrected you and you saw that she wasn't as serious

“There's a reason why there's an ARSE in Arsenal... and if you cut out the “rse” you get Anal... so... you can't argue with that” you smirked and shrugged your shoulders

You absolutely loved your Arsenal women but it's just as much fun to rile them up

“You just wait Pumpkin... you just wait...” Meado smirked back and you knew the worst thing what would happen would be a noogie “I'll just tell Viv to not bring any stroopwaffle back from camp this time”

“You wouldn't” you exclaimed shocked

“Oh I will...” Beth smirked

“You can't... Viv's me friend” you whined

“I licked it it's mine” Meado smirked evilly

“Oh god... disgusting” you shuddered as she winked at you

“Have you ever been nude in public?” Rache now spoke up again and a few heads turned towards you – including Keira, Georgia and Lucy

“I mean... Less, Toons and I went moonlight skinny dipping last year... does that count as nude in public?” you looked expectantly at Rachel who just bursted out laughing at Lucys horrified face

“Totally counts... got room for another?” now Millie got involved as well

“What's the weirdest thing you've done on a plane?” the larger blonde asked

“I... got on the wrong plane” you mumbled embarrassed as the bus around you interrupted in laughter

“You what? How can you get on a wrong plane??” Millie asked shocked

“It's easy when you're seven and just walk behind a man and the attendant mistakes you for his daughter and just pushes you through....” you fidget with fingers

“Where did you end up??” Mary asked chuckling

“Lucy??” you looked at your sister for help

“Iceland... she ended up in Iceland” your sister growled remembering the exact moment she realized at the airport that you were gone – and how she freaked out when the airport security from Reykjavík Airport contacted her telling her what happened. And how she needed to fly to Iceland to pick you up since you were a minor who wasn't allowed to fly on your own

“Beautiful country” you said wishfully as your sister groaned loudly

“I had to pick you up” Lucy huffed out

“But you can't deny that Iceland is a beautiful country” you shrugged your shoulders

“May I have a throw in as well?” now Leah asks not even waiting for an answer “y/n... truth or truth?”

“You can royally fuck off Williamson” you sneered and suddenly the whole bus was quiet and everyone was looking at you with wide eyes

“y/n!!!” Lucy said sternly “Apologize... Now”

“She first” you said reluctantly

“No... you will stop using your ass as a hat and get a grip” your sister gritted out “She's the Capitan and you will NOT talk to her like this... and if you can't accept her as the Capitan then it's still Leah and you will not talk to Leah like this – the person Leah not the player Leah”

“I wasn't talking to the person Leah” you huffed out “I was talking to the Capitan Leah”

“Okay wow... the different Leahs giving me headaches” you heard Tooney mumble which made you chuckle and had the effect that the situation got a little bit lighter

“Talk to me pumpkin” the blonde said softly as she ushered your sister away to take her place sitting down.

“I'm not talking to the Capitan... because she fucked up” you grunted pushing yourself further into Mary like a three year old

“Then talk to your friend” Leah tried again

“We're in a professional environment...” you grumbled

“Okay...” Leah accepted that she wouldn't get anything out of you just now

She leaned back in now her seat and sighed deeply. After a minute she pushed herself out of the seat walking to the front of the bus. She sat down in the first row next to Sarina

“I need to talk to her in private before training” Leah came straight to the point not even looking at Sarina but keeping her eyes trained forward

“I think so too...” the dutch said lowly “... but first I want to know why you roomed them together”

“I wanted that they maybe talk and whatever caused the riff between them could maybe resolved... I want her on the team too... she's good and she needs something to occupie her... I don't want to ever see her like two years ago.. never again” the blonde said lowly so just Sarina heard what she said

“What happened two years ago?” Sarina asked confused and concerned at the same time

“You don't know?” Leah asked surprised

“No” the dutch shook her head

“She tried to overdose... she called Leila because she got scared and Leila rushed over and basically forced the pills back out... then Leila called Hempo and Hempo called Beth... you know how the chain works... we got her to London on the lie of her missing Millie because even her parents didn't catch on...” the blonde said seriously

“I had no idea” Sarina said shocked

“Neither do Lucy and Keira” Leah said insistently

“No one had the guts to call them?” the dutch smirked

“We would all be dead if they knew... Keira just moved to Spain.. what would you think would have happened if we call her that y/n just tried to commit suicide?” the blonde snorted humourless “But seriously Sarina... I need to talk to her”

“I'll can excuse you for 15 minutes... but Leah... you may be the Capitan but I can tell you know... what happened between them won't be resolvable...” Sarina warned Leah

“You know?” Leah asked surprised

“I was there... I saw what happened... and I'll be honest with you Leah... it was bad” the dutch said as the bus came to a halt in front of St. Georges park “But the only one who should talk about this is y/n herself....”

“OKAY EVERYONE... YOU KNOW THE DRILL!! YOU HAVE 20 MINUTES TO GET ON THE PITCH – LOOK AFTER THE NEWBIES!” Leah yelled as the bus came to a stop and she pushed herself out of her seat facing the team

The players shuffled of the bus one by one the sensible veterans (not Millie and Rachel) showed the new players around and took them under their wing knowing how nerve wrecking it can be. Just as you exit the bus Leah was by your side

“Not you... you and I will go to the office” the blonde said and before you could complain (or bolt) she already had your arm in a death grip pulling you along

“That's literally textbook kidnapping” you said outraged

“If I wanted to kidnap you I would whack you over the head so I would have some peace while kidnapping you” the blonde grumbled as she pushed you into an empty office

You stood in the middle of the room while Leah went over to the big table leaning against it arms crossed over her chest

“Look... I just tried to do what I thought was right – I want you on the team... I need you on the team – I need you FOR the team” Leah started talking but stayed away from you.

She knew you well enough to read your body language which told her you wouldn't accept physical touch from her right now. So she stayed leaned against the table but let her arms fall to her side to signal you that she doesn't mean any harm

“You don't realize it but you are the glue in this team... and I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you about the rooming situation but I wanted to just give you a little push... both of you... I know you were friends and suddenly you two can't even talk to each other... I just wanted to get you to talk” Leah said apologetic

“There's a reason why we don't get along anymore” you said reserved

“I know that NOW...” the blonde rolled her eyes “I mean I don't know WHY but I know there's a reason...”

“So you talked to Sarina” you mused defenesly

“I did... If you wonder she just said it was bad nothing else” Leah said quickly

“So why are you so desperate for us to get along?” you asked weary

“As I said... I want you on and for the team... you know Sarina would give her last... waffle thing for you to join the Lionesses” the blonde tried to make you understand her point

“I can't play anymore...” you plopped down in one of the chairs

“But you can help us win... you have an eye for situations and plays like no one else... but I also know YOU... you might be grown up as a footballer – but as a person you are still a 16 year old girl... and I REALLY want you on this team but I fear that you wouldn't be unbiased...” Leah said softly “I know you can be.. I know you will be... but I needed to do something”

“Very wrong approach” you scoffed

“I know.... and I'm sorry” the blonde sighed

“Okay...” you shrugged your shoulders

“Okay?” Leah asked confuse

“Look... I am the reason LJ is still on this team... I won't tell you what happened because I know you love me and you will try to make it up to me somehow... but I told Sarina to keep her on the team... I told Keira not to do anything... so I may not be her fan personally... but as a player I can act civil and give my unbiased opinion” you told the Capitan seriously looking her straight in the eye

“Keira knows?” the blonde asked surprised

“Not by choice... she overheard something she shouldn't have... but that's beside the point... you fucked up... you apologized... we're good” you grinned “... AFTER you get Viv to bring me back stroopwaffle”

“You really had to get the comment about Arsenal out there didn't you?? How long did you work on that one?” Leah smiled back

“Not long... Leila and Greensie helped... we had fun” you shrugged grinning

“So... we're good Pumpkin?” Leah asked again

“Yeah... we're good Lee” you smiled as you pushed yourself out of your chair walking over to her and let yourself fall into her arms

“I love you Pumpkin” the blonde mumbled into your hair

“Love you too Lee” you mumbled against her neck

The two of you stayed like this for a minute until it knocked on the door and Sarina stuck her head inside

“Need you on the pitch Leah...” was the only thing the dutch said smiling softly seeing you in her captains arms

“Okay... let's go Pumpkin” Leah pushed you two off the table but kept her arm around your shoulders “Let's get out there and be great”

You entered the pitch together with Leah under the watchful gaze of Lucy and Keira but as soon as they saw that you had a small smile on your face and Leah had her arm around you they went back to their warm up

“They made up” Lucy spoke lowly as she stretched next to Keira

“Good... I already have you, LJ and G to keep an eye out for... not to mention Bitsy... if I needed to added Leah to that list too I would have shot myself” Keira mumbled back

“What do you mean me??” your sister exclaimed

“You were a dick to G yesterday and this morning... keep it up Lucia and you and I will have a nice talk once back in Barcelona” the blonde murmured back before standing up being done stretching “I know you actually don't mean any harm to them but I think you don't know how much both of them need your approval”

“It's not like G asked me to give my blessing” Lucy grumbled

“But she will one day” Keira said sternly before walking away

“Hey Liefje...” Sarina smiled as you joined her on the side-line watching the doing some basic drills to get the newbies used to the style and pace of style

“Ehrm.. why are there just 24 players on the pitch?” you puckered your lips and bashed your eyelashes

“Huh?” Sarina started to count the players – with you already knowing who was missing – and then whistled.

The girls came over confused why their coach called them over

“Where is James?” the dutch asked sternly looking at the vets while you had to bite your tongue really fucking hard to keep a straight face

“She was next to me in the locker room” Lucy said confused as she turned around looking for LJ

“Leah?” Sarina looked at her Capitan expectantly

“No clue” the blonde replied “I thought everyone was already out since I had something to take care off...”

Finally LJ emerged from the tunnel looking stressed – and she was barefoot.

“James... you're late... five laps after training” Sarina said strict

“Coach please... It's not my fault” LJ tried to reason with the dutch “It's y/n fault” she send you an evil look

“Moi??” you pointed at yourself innocently “I didn't do anything”

“I'm pretty sure I didn't pack two left cleats this morning... nor did I pack socks with holes in them” LJ sneered towards you

“I mean... I know Less has two left feet James...” you got quickly interrupted by Lessis “Hey... wait.. naah.. sounds about right” before you looked LJ dead in the eye “... but I never thought you have two... your passing is 90 something...”

You knew you were pushing your luck here but after what happened yesterday in your room you didn't give a flying fuck anymore

“You changed my cleats...” LJ growled

“I didn't do anything... if you accuse me of doing something...you better prove it” you growled back using her own words against her

“Okay... enough” Lucy pushed herself between you two to defuse the situation “Bubs... did you change LJs cleats?”

“How and when should I have done this?? You didn't let me out of your sight... I wasn't even allowed to say good morning to me girlfriend” you exclaimed annoyed

“True... you were with me the whole time” your sister mumbled but unsurprisingly Keira threw you a smirk knowing you somehow pulled this prank off

“I KNOW IT WAS YOU!!” LJ now exploded behind Lucy not believing you one bit

“Prove it” you said calm and looked her straight in the eye

“Okay... you do it again... LJ I have a second pair in my locker come on... you can have them” Lucy said as she pulled LJ away so the two of you wouldn't start fighting

“That backfired Bitsy” Keira grinned as she stood next to you

“Keira... sweet lovely Kei...” you grinned evilly “... since when does my sister pack a second pair of cleats?”

“Huh?” Keira looked confused before recovering “Never...”

“Exactly... so take a guess who threw the second pair in her bag?” you smirked seeing your plan enfold perfectly

“Why Bitsy... why would you help LJ?” the blonde mumbled

“Is it help if she has to do a three hour training session in shoes that are not hers?” you mused

“What do you mean?” Keira look at you lost

“The cleats are fitted to Luce feet... so either they are too big or too small... so tomorrow LJ either can't walk or she doesn't feel comfortable in her own cleats anymore and that will affect her play one way or the other” you smirked evil before turning around leaving an stunned Keira behind joining Sarina a little bit down the line.

“Evil Genius” Keira smirked to herself before walking over to Leah and Georgia

“It was her wasn't it?” Georgia asked immediately when Keira joined them

“Of course it was...” the blonde chuckled

“She told me you knew... tell us” Leah said hoping to get something out of her best friend

“No... not my business.... I promised her I wouldn't take any actions and that includes not saying anything because if people like Millie or Mary – or god forbid Lucy - get word of what happened than a pair of mixed up cleats would be LJs smallest problem – Millie would go all brickwall on her and Lucy would go out for the kill” Keira said seriously and even G caught on not to push the matter

“Wow... it must have been bad” now Tooney interrupted

“It was... and that's the last time we'll talk about it” the blonde said sternly fixing Tooney with a glare “Did I make myself clear?”

“Totally” Ella held her hands up in surrender

“Oi... less chatty chatty more runny runny” you yelled over to the four players grinning with Sarinas hands on your shoulders as she stood behind you like a proud mother

“What did I do now??” Lessi asked confused

“You did nothing?” you asked back confused

“You just say “Less chatty”...” Lessi said bewildered

“Not Less.... Less” you tried to make your point clear “as in... not so much... not as in Less Russo”

“Eh?” now you lost Lessi completely

“No talking – yes running” you huffed out

“AH... yeah that makes sense” the blonde finally catched on and smiled brightly

“Good... now run” you shooed her away

“What would you do with them now?” Sarina asked you as you watched the team getting back to their passing drills.

She wanted to include you more since she planned to take you with the team to the world cup

“Are you asking as a head coach – because that would be bad if you had no clue how to prepare a team or as Mama Rina who just tries to get me to sign for the team again?” you smirked keeping your eyes fixed on the pitch

“Neither... just interested” the dutch smiled as she stepped next to you

“Group B doesn't click... you should change players” you said focused

“And group B is?” Sarina asked not knowing which group you dubbed as “B”

“Walsh, Greenwood, Stanway, James, Carter” you mumbled trying to find the problem “Their play is off... switch Walsh for Clinton”

“Keira!!” Sarina yelled towards the midfielder “Switch with Grace”

“Better but still off...” you mumbled again after a few minutes after Keira and Grace swapped their places “G!!!” you yelled and beckoned your girlfriend over which caused Lucys head to snap towards you

“Yeah?” Georgia panted a little bit after she jogged over to you

“Cut the crap” you growled and your girlfriend looked at you with big shocked eyes

“I...” G started to stammer not knowing what to say

“No... cut the crap” you said sternly and even Sarinas eyes widen “I know what you're doing... stop it”

“No idea what you're talking about” your girlfriend mumbles out looking at you sheepishly

“You don't work against her...” you said furious

“I didn't” G defended herself

“You did... your passes to her are sloppy and you know it... IF you play a pass to her that is... I know what you are doing but this matter doesn't concern you” you fixed your girlfriend with a glare

“You are my girlfriend... of course it concerns me... Kei said it was bad and I won't...” Georgia started before you interrupt her

“You won't anything... And right now I'm not your girlfriend... I'm just someone because if I'd be your girlfriend right now this would be highly unprofessional and we don't do unprofessional... and the whole situation... NOT. YOUR. BUSINESS” you now sneered “You will be the player I know you are... the player who plays for her team and country... and not for her team minus LJ”

Now Sarina caught on and was actually impressed how you grew as a person that you don't back down from even telling your own girlfriend off.

“Now cut the crap and get your shit together or I'll convince the head coach that it would be beneficial if you'd run some laps with LJ after training”

Georgia looked at you like she seen a ghost but nodded slowly

“Good...” you huffed “... now go and be the player I know”

Your girlfriend scrambled off quickly and you already could see the change in the whole play after you ripped her head off and screwed it back on in place the right way around

“That was...” Sarina started and you raised an eyebrow at her “... big... I didn't think you would rip your girlfriend a new one”

“If she deserves it I would rip Lucy a new one... I don't need anyone to fight me battles” you huffed still a bit angry

“They don't fight the battles FOR you... they fight battles WITH you” the dutch said softly “And Leah told me what happened two years ago... want to say something about that?”

“Nope...” you popped the “p”

“You know we'll talk about it...” Sarina said and this time it was her who had the sternness in her voice

“Ugh... Williamson really can't keep her gob shut” you groaned

“She thought I knew.. and now I'm thankful for her slip up” the dutch said “... What do you think about a 3v3?”

“5v5 … So G is basically forced to pull her finger out of her ass and start acting like a teammate again” you said back easily accepting the topic change

“If I would be a petty asshole... wait.. I AM a petty asshole...” you grinned at your adoptive mom “swap Greenwood with Bronze”

“Why would I do this?” Sarina raised her eyebrow again

“So my sister is forced to play alongside my girlfriend and not against her” you grinned “This gonna be fun”

Sarina actually swapped teams around a little so it wouldn't be to obvious and in the end team blue contained Bronze, Clinton, Stanway, Carter and James. They were up against team yellow who was Bright, Daly, Walsh, Greenwood and Mead.

“Georgia… drop back and come more in the backside” Sarina yelled with her Dutch accent

Your head snapped up (as did several heads from the team) finding the eyes of your girlfriend immediately as you both start to blush furiously while both of you stated a deer caught in the head light look.

“That’s… that’s not how you say it Mama Rina” you cleared your throat multiple times as you tried to avoid looking at your Sister.

“What did I say wrong?” the Dutch woman asked confused as several of your girlfriends teammates started to snicker and Millie even going so far as in clapping Georgia on the back

“Didn’t know you had it in ya, Stanway” the east midlander said grinning like a Cheshire cat

“oh no that wasn’t her…. That was me… I had it in me” you said offhandly realizing a split second later WHAT you just said as you already saw Lucys twitching eye as she turned towards your girlfriend looking her dead in the eye

“Run” was the only thing your sister said dangerously low.

Georgia already turned around sprinting away with your sister hot on her heels

Millie, Rachel Alex and Mary busted out laughing as Georgia ran past them her face red as a fire extinguisher.

“SORRY BABE!!!” you yelled after her as she sprinted past you your sister not far behind.

“See Bitsy… THIS is why I always tell you to think before you speak” Keira said standing next to you as she grabbed a water bottle.

“I don’t understand what the issue is” Sarina looking confused from one player to the next

“Backside is… your behind… you know Mama Rina” you tried to explain as much as possible with saying too much just for having the Dutch woman staring at you lost

“You basically told Stanway to come in someone ass” Rachel blurted out

“Oh… that’s… unfortunate” Sarina said after the words have sunken in.

“And little Bronze here basically confirmed that that’s what G already did” Millie laughed as she pulled you into side

“I didn’t mean too… it just… slipped out” you whined embarrassed

“I bet it did” Millie bursting out laughing as you punched her in the ribs which clearly didn’t phase her

Just as you wanted to respond what an incredible ass Millie is being your girlfriend sprinted past you again

“Stop her…” you heard her faintly begging voice as her breaths came out labored

“Keira please…” you turned to your basically other sister at this point

“Oh no… I’m not getting involved… that’s the Captains job.. or the head coaches job” Keira grinned widely

“Leaaaaaah…. Pleeeeeeeease” you begged at the England Captain now desperation clear in your voice

“Nope… you started it – your problem” the blonde smirked finding the whole situation highly entertaining

“Ugh” you moaned “you know… at least I get them to run… you weren’t as successful earlier”

You knew it was a cheap dig at Leah reminding her how she tried to get Lucy and Georgia to run only to find Lucy staring daggers at the younger one who preferred to hide behind Millie

“I swear I will pull a napoleon move on you and send you to exile” the blonde captain threatened you but her eyes were shining with mischief

“You can’t do that… Mama Rina wants me here to figure out what’s wrong with you lot” you said quickly turning around to the womens head coach “She can’t do that right?!”

“I mean… she IS the captain…” Sarina smirked

“HA!!” Leah yelled out victorious

“I promise I’ll be quiet” you begged again “but please don’t let her kill my girlfriend”

You looked around to find your girlfriend in the stands climbing quickly over the seats as Lucy followed not as graciously but still close

“At this point one or both of them will get hurt…” you heard Keira muse beside you which caused Sarina AND Leah springing into action

“LUCY!!!” Sarina yelled and whistled loudly and you saw your sister stop dead in her tracks turning around as the Dutch waved her back over

“I nearly had her” Lucy exclaimed annoyed as she stood in front of Sarina

“And I would have been one midfielder down…” the Dutch deadpanned back “… now back to training”

“We talk later” your sister shot you a dark glare which made you shrink into Millies side

“Don’t worry kiddo… she’ll get some energy out and she’ll be much more calm” Millie said reassuring feeling your hesitation

Your girlfriend opted to stay in the stands bending over her hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath

“Lucy… Georgia… a word please” Sarina called out to both of them which made your sister turn on her heels to walk back to her head coach.

Georgia was a little slower to come down from her place but made it eventually standing next to Leah so she wasn’t in your Sisters reach

“I understand it’s a… rather complicated situation” the Dutch started “… but if you can’t remain professional on the pitch I will not hesitate to send you both home.. I let you have your moments understanding that you both love her… but keep it either to a minimum or best case – leave it completely.. we have a tournament to prepare for and I can’t have two of my best players at each others throats”

“Sorry Sarina” Georgia mumbled ashamed feeling like a small kid that got scolded for having a cookie before dinner

“Yeah… sorry Coach” Lucy chimed in

“And now kiss” you chuckled finding joy in the fact that for once it wasn’t you but Lucy who got told off.

This comment resulted in a murderous glare from your sister, an eye roll from Sarina, a REALLY shocked face (and a tiny scared squeak) from Georgia and a REALLY hard slap on the back if your head courtesy of Leah.

“Good… now go and rejoin the team” Sarina smiled before turning to you “… and you… you will go inside into my office – I’ll join you in a second”

You looked horrified thinking you’re in trouble with the teams head Coach – which people could trust you on… it’s not fun

“You are not in trouble” the Dutch clarified as she saw the horror on your face “I need your observant brilliancy…” she smiled at you encouraging stroking over your head like a mother would

“Which team am I looking at?” you asked after you sighed put relieved

“Spain… they were always very good but since last year they’re killing it… I want to know why and I want a way to throw them off” Sarina said seriously

“Just drug up your players and let them loose… that’ll throw them right off” you mumbled under your breath but Sarina understood you anyway laughing at your grumpy mood

“I heard you had quite the experience in Barcelona, kleintje” the Dutch chuckled before sending you off to her office.

You just settled into the big leather chair which was normally occupied by the blonde head coach herself as Sarina stepped through the door seeing you in her chair. She just glared at you raising an eyebrow waiting for you to move. You did so with a loud groan and a huff before you plopped down on the other side of the big table into one of the chairs

“Sitting in my chair” the blonde tzked under her breath but you saw the smile tugging around her lips “I have a proposition”

Your ears perked up and you looked at her interested

“I want you as part of the Team… we’re preparing for a world cup and I want the best people…” Sarina started looking for any reaction in your face but up to now you didn’t move a muscle

“You know better than anyone I can’t play… my knees are more fucked than Lucys” you said calmly leaning back in your seat

“I don’t want you as a player… I want you as an analyst / assistant coach… I know it’s very unusual with firstly your age and you having no experience in either of these positions but I know how good you are… you pick up on the smallest things and I fully believe you could change the Game.. I also want that World Cup Title” Sarina explained and you saw she was serious about it

“I talked to FIFA about it – no pressure but I wanted to know the legal side of it… as long you have a “guardian” they see no problem since other teams send girls your age as players” the Dutch said furthermore

“Who would that guardian be?” you asked equally as serious

“whomever you want… as long as they have an English citizenship and there isn’t a conflict of interest” the blonde answers your question already knowing this would be the first thing you’d pick up on

“So Lucy is out of question” you mused to yourself

“If you keep it professional she doesn’t have to be ruled out” Sarina said lovingly knowing how much your sister means to you

“No… people could pick up on it and throw a fit… “ you said rolling your eyes

“So you accept?” the Dutch looking at you interested

“I’m not saying yes… but I’m also not saying no” you answered honestly “I need to think about it”

“Of course, mijn kleine Liefje” Sarina smiled lovingly

“You know… at this rate just adopt me already ” you smirked sensing that the serious part of your meeting was over

“Your sister would have my Head if I announce our new analyst “Y/n Wiegman” …” the Dutch deadpanned

“I mean…. I WOULD be funny” you smirked your eyes shining with mischief

“I could also announce you as a Stanway” now it was the blondes moment to smirk as you frantically shook your head

“Oh I bet Georgia and your sister would be over the moon” Sarina teased you

“They might be but I'll be six feet under” you mumbled

“I won't let that happen” the dutch grinned and pinched your cheeks

“What is it with you today Mama” you groaned as you tried to get away from her

“I missed you Liefje... and I'm happy for you” Sarina smiled letting go of you before pulling you into a loving hug “And I'm so so proud of you how you handle the whole situation”

“Thanks Mama Rina” you mumbled a little embarrassed as you pressed your face against her

“Now.... I need you to find a weak spot in the spanish play” the dutch pushed you slightly away from her and kissed your forehead “be great”

You sat down in her chair and started re-watching the spanish games from the Euros. As you expected the spanish play was nearly perfect – but just nearly. You watched every game while your sister, girlfriend, best friends and your platonic soulmate ran sprints and laps and went to the gym for recovery. You didn't even notice how much time has passed as you got mesmerized by the spanish play. The quick accurate passes. The wordless communication between the players. The link between Alexia, Jenni, Aitana and Marionna. It was truly mesmerizing. BUT – you found a weak spot which made you smirk internally. You looked up when you heard the door open again and saw Sarina entering her office.

“Liefje...” the dutch smiled softly “... it's time to leave”

“Already?” you looked confused

“You've been in here for hours... training is over... you didn't even notice me looking after you three times” Sarina said smiling

“Oh... yeah no.. sorry” you scratched the back of your neck embarrassed

“The team is already on the way back to the hotel...” the dutch said as she walked over to you to shut her computer down

“Do I have to walk back??” you blurted out shocked which caused Sarina to burst out laughing

“No... I have a rental” the dutch laughed “But you still owe me laps for interrupting my meeting yesterday” she winked

“Lessi and Toons too” you shrieked

“They already did their laps... come on... one lap” Sarina winked

“I don't have shoes for running” you tried to get out of it

“Run barefoot” the dutch shrugged her shoulders like it was the most obvious answer

Unknown to you she had a plan. She hoped when you feel the grass of the pitch again that you might be more open to be more involved in training.

“You can't be serious?” you looked at her shocked your eyes wide

“One lap” the dutch nodded

“Ugh” you groaned but started to walk past her towards the field

You sat down at the sideline slowly taking your shoes and socks off. Sarina stood back knowing well enough not to disturb you since this was something you need to experience on your own. That was part of the reason she send the bus on the way without the two of you on board. She didn't need prying eyes nor did you. You probably wouldn't do this right now if you knew there were still people around – even if it were just your sister or your girlfriend. You sat there for another minute with bare feet and Sarina saw your eyes were closed and you wriggled your toes a little bit like you remembered the feeling of grass under your feet but at the same time try to memorize it. Then you pushed yourself up and took a few careful hesitant steps before falling into an easy jog. She saw you rounding the corner flag picking up speed down the goal line before slowing down at the next corner flag. Slow easy jog down the opposite sideline, around the next corner flag picking up speed again – not a full sprint but definitely faster before rounding the fourth flag and slowing down again. To Sarinas surprise you didn't stop. You kept on running but she saw a relaxed smile on your face. Not only relaxed but also relieved. Like you just needed the little push – the little push Sarina provided to get you on the pitch again. The dutch knew you never stopped working out so it was no surprise to her that you kept going for another four rounds making it five in total before stopping at your shoes. You bend over your hands on your knees you panted. You weren't completely breathless but you were breathless in the best way. You don't know why but suddenly you feel tears leaving your eyes and a soft touch on your lower back. You leaned against Sarina both of you just standing there you enjoying the support the dutch offered silently and Sarina just enjoyed the moment she get to spend with you. To see you like this meant more to her than any victory in any big tournament – for the last three years every time Sarina looked at you she saw that broken girl on the ground who was clutching her leg crying in pain but you weren't screaming. You were just laying there writhing in pain crying silently. Sarina was quick to pass the field dropping down to her knees next to your body. You looked so broken and so small. Back then she didn’t know what to do at first but the second your hand fisted itself into her shirt she knew she needed to protect you – and get you into a hospital asap. Sarina untangled your hand from her shirt but immediately held onto your hand with her own. She called her best physio who then came running with two medics. The dutch ordered herself to stay calm for your benefit and it was exactly what you needed. Even when the medics turned you onto your back and she saw the blood seeping through your pants.

It didn't matter how much you pretended to be fine Sarina always saw that little crying girl. But not right now. Now she saw one of the strongest people she ever had the pleasure working with. Right now standing next to you while you catch your breath showed her just how much you've grown. You were still a kid by heart she knew – but as a person you grew up so much. You started to fight your fears even if it started small with five laps around the pitch

“I'm proud of you Liefje” Sarina said lowly rubbing small circles on your lower back

“I'm fucking wheezing after five laps... nothing to be proud of” you panted back

“You started to fight your fear... that's something to be proud of... and now come on – I REALLY don't want to end up on your sisters bad side because I brought you back late” the dutch winked and smiled.

#woso image #keira walsh x reader #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze #lionesses x reader #georgia stanway x reader

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bedsyandco · 2 months

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It wasn’t uncommon for Violet to go home with Luke and eat dinner at the Hughes home after he had a game. Senior year when their relationship was… progressing, they’d always end up in his room, chilling on his bed and watching a movie.

“c’mere,” luke mumbles, tugging on violet’s crop top roughly and she kicks him lightly on the shin from her position next to him on the bed, causing him to sigh and pinch her waist.

“I’m literally right next to you. It’s impossible for me to wiggle any closer,” Violet says and Luke scoffs, putting his hand on her hip and rolling her on top of him, adjusting her so she’s straddling his lap, his hands resting on her hips and adjusting the pillows behind his head so he’s slightly sitting up, bringing them closer together.

“Much better,” Luke says smiling at her and she just shakes her head, placing both her hands on his chest, one of them running up to his neck and ending up in his hair.

“You’re so cocky and demanding when you win,” Violet teases, pulling his hair slightly. Whenever Luke wins a game, one where he played really well, he’s always a little cockier than usual. It kind of reminds Violet of Jack. Any other time Violet would straddle his lap, tug on his hair and kiss his neck? Luke would be a blushy, breathless mess. But not tonight, because he had two goals and two assists tonight, including the game winning goal and nothing was going to take that glint out of his eye or that cocky smirk off his face.

“You like it,” Luke teases, his hands moving from her hips to her ass, casually resting there.

“Maybe a little,” Violet whispers softly against his lips, swiping her tongue across his bottom lip before pulling away, smiling slightly at the pout forming on his mouth.

“You know what I saw in warmups tonight?” Luke asks, a mischievous grin pulling at his lips

“Do I wanna know?” Violet questions, her eyes slightly narrowing

“I saw you. Glaring at this girl a few rows down from you. Don’t know the reason for your devil eyes but I can only assume it had to do with the name on the back of her jersey,” Luke says, a grin on his face when Violet’s cheeks slightly redden

“I didn’t glare, I was just…observing my surroundings,” she replies, remembering the girl who was telling her friends how much she couldn’t wait to talk to Luke at the party tonight. A party Luke opted out of because Violet told him she didn’t wanna go. The girl also mentioned how she’d prefer Jack but his younger brother would do just fine. That girl could thank her lucky stars that Ellen went to the game with Violet tonight and she didn’t want to make a scene in front of her.

“It’s okay. You know I think you’re hot when you’re all mad. Mom thought it was pretty funny too,” Luke says and Violet’s mouth drops open

“Your mom saw?” she whispers horrified and Luke laughs

“Everyone saw babe, you weren’t exactly subtle,” Luke teases and she slaps him lightly on the chest

“Shut up. I’m the most subtle. You’re the one who isn’t subtle. Dragging me up here as if your parents don’t know exactly what we’re doing,” Violet whisper yells and Luke takes both her hands in his, bringing them to his mouth so he can kiss them.

“They don't. We’re best friends. We could be doing anything. Besides we’re not doing anything wrong, just a friendly peck here and there. And I deserve all the kisses after the game I had today. It’s a crime that you haven’t kissed me yet,” Luke says

“You're so dramatic,” she teases, gently cupping his face and connecting their lips.

Luke groans when she bites his lower lip softly, his hands going to the edge of her crop top and looking for her reassuring nod before taking off her shirt, his eyes and lips immediately going to her neck and travelling down to her chest clad in a black underwire bra.

“I’m so proud of you. You played so well tonight. You make everyone so proud. You’re gonna do so many great things lukey,” she says, placing a kiss on his lips between each sentence.

“Stop,” he whines, burying his face in the crook between her neck and shoulder, pressing a kiss there.

“Will you stay the night? Please,” he asks, and Violet nods, never one to deny Luke anything, grabbing her phone so she could text her mom.

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Stay With Me

- pairings: megumi x reader - contents: childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love, fluff, high school au, no curse au - wc: 1.4k

Megumi had always been a quiet child. He was an observer, someone who sat back and didn't get caught up in the petty things.

And you were anything but that. You always had been. On the first day of primary school, you bursted into the classroom with a giant blue backpack and a lollipop in hand despite the 'no food in class' rule. Your voice rang high and clear without a trace of anxiety, "good morning!", successfully turning the heads of every kid in the room.

Megumi had been horrified, absolutely stunned by such boisterousness. And he was even more horrified as you sashayed directly over to him and sat in the seat at his left. Megumi gaped at you while you began to unpack your things without batting an eye.

"Hi," you said. "What's your name?"

Almost inaudibly, from both shyness and reservation, Megumi murmured his response.

Your voice was muffled slightly by the sucker in your mouth, but loud and clear you asked, "Isn't that a girl's name?".

And Megumi scowled at you, mad all over again about the stupid femininity of his given name. "So?"

But you were unfazed by his gruff attitude, which only increased as he got older. And ever since then, the two of you had been inseparable. It was more that you led and he followed, but there was something about you that Megumi liked. You were so unafraid to voice any thoughts you had, even when it landed you multiple detentions each week. You moved with confidence and intention in every step, bending to no one's will but your own. It scared him half to death when you'd force him to sneak out with you, agreeing to run off to the bridge at midnight just to sit and talk under the stars.

Throughout primary and secondary school, you and Megumi always ended up in the same class. Where there was one of you, there would be the other, walking side by side, sharing a clementine, or leaning on each other with your backs against a tree trunk.

You spent so much time at each other's houses that you both had a set of clothes and a toothbrush there. On weekends, Megumi's dad would let you stay up late to watch terrible soapy comedies and eat the candy your mom never let you have. And you would eventually drift off, always being the first to fall asleep, until Megumi would gently shake you awake to guide you to his bed. And you would curl into his side as you slept, the strands of your hair tickling his nose, but he never minded. He'd watch the passive rise and fall of your chest, letting your soft breaths lull him to sleep with the image of your face behind his eyelids.

That was the way it was, the way it had always been, and Megumi was happy. Because you were happy, you were close to him, because the two of you were inseparable. Best friends.

Until the first year of upper secondary school, when you alone were put into a higher-level preparatory class on the other side of campus.

"I'm gonna transfer out," you said over the phone. "This is bullshit."

Megumi agreed, humming as he listened to you rant. This was typically how your conversations unfolded; you would call first, ask him how his day was, then you'd launch into an attempt at one story that turned into several smaller ones. And he would listen to every word, murmuring validations as you prattled on and on. The reality was that he could listen to you talk all day. In his mind's eye, he could see your animated expressions as you talked with your hands.

Megumi knew it would be selfish of him to encourage you to transfer. You were on a path to greatness. Your bold personality came equipped with a ruthless ambition; you had to be the best, had to win at every game you ever played. Not to mention the nightmare it was to play you in Scrabble. You were the brightest in your year- you belonged in the preparatory class.

However, despite all the desperate denying he'd been engaging in recently, there was a small voice itching at the back of his mind: you belonged with him.

But Megumi would never, could never voice it. You had been best friends for nearly your entire lives. He wasn't sure exactly when it had happened, but one day when he'd overheard your name whispered by a group of male classmates, he realized that it bothered him to know other people thought about you like that. You were his, his one and only. Didn't everyone know that? Didn't you know that?

And you were popular- of course you were, with your charm and captivating extraverted personality. Everyone knew who you were. You were kind, smart, funny; it was impossible not to love you. And Megumi was just...Megumi, a quiet kid who had been lucky enough to get swooped up under the wing of someone like you. Where you were the sun, he was the moon, and he would never do anything that might eclipse your radiance.

You'd come over to stay the night with him before the first day of the new school year- the first year without you sitting in the desk next to his. Anxiety often got the better of you since starting secondary school, sometimes keeping you up into the small hours of the morning. It was already well past midnight when the two of you laid propped up in his bed watching youtube videos of video games on your laptop.

The side of your body was pressed shamelessly against his under the comforter. Megumi was trying desperately to focus on the video in front of him, but the feeling of your unadulterated warmth was dizzying. He could smell the remnants of the sweet floral perfume you'd started wearing last summer, a scent that nearly took his breath away each time he caught it.

"Are you worried about tomorrow?"

You pressed the spacebar, pausing the video and engulfing the room in silence. Megumi saw you hesitate as he took in the shape of your face. There were shadows under your eyes from an increase in frequency of sleepless nights. You had this idiotic notion that you had to face all of your problems alone. Regardless of the conviction in your voice when you assured him you were fine, Megumi could always tell when you were lying.

You sighed. "I'm just sad we won't be together anymore."

He was right there with you. You closed the laptop and pushed it to the end of the bed past your feet before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. Your breath warmed his skin and he froze as he felt your lips brush against it as you spoke. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his hands from shaking as his pulse jumped.

"We'll still hang out," Megumi said reassuringly. "At least we're at the same school."

But it wouldn't be the same and both of you knew it. Maybe if Megumi had applied himself and actually listened when you tried to tutor him then none of this would be happening. He'd be next to you with all the other smart kids, wouldn't have to leave you alone with all the boys who thought you owed them something. And then a horrifying thought crossed his mind, one that he'd been having since your classes were assigned. What if you ended up liking one of them? How could he sit back and watch while some idiot tried to take what was his?

But he couldn't tell you how he felt, couldn't voice the potential cataclysm that was his emotions. So, he laid with you, sliding his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him snugly as he'd done for the last eight years. Your legs were tangled with his, your bare skin tickling the hair that had started growing in more thickly. One of your hands rested on his chest, the other squished between his arm and your own head.

Your head turned, and you were peering into his eyes with soul-shattering intensity. "Promise you won't forget about me?"

And a small smile tugged at Megumi's lips, the only kind he was capable of, for the only person who could pull one from him. "I could never do that."

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #friends to lovers #no curse au #childhood friends #megumi x you #megumi fluff #jjk fanfic

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lingering-42-long · 3 months

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The Last Goodbye

When they are Kia

Cod characters x f! reader

Inspired by MW3 and the tragic events that occurred this will be a three-part series if I do not get writers block lol.

So sorry for the not posting as much! It’s been a really crazy month and a lot of things had happened and caused me to have a bit of a depressive episode so thank you all for being super patient!

Warnings: mentions of death

John Price

You saw it on the news first before you got the visit. Your breath hitched when you saw the news of the air strike that had hit the base where your husband of 12 years was stationed at everything was decimated. And you couldn’t call or check to make sure that he was all right as he would not have his personal cell phone with him. It wasn’t until two days after the attack did two uniformed military officers showed up at your door holding prices old hat and SAS badge and dog tags. How they got them so quickly, you weren’t sure, but the news came like a sudden wave of cold water. “ we are so sorry for your loss.” One of the officers told you. The body would be arriving shortly within a week or so for proper burial you two had purchased side-by-side grave plots. And the will was already drawn up well before all of this had happened. John was a very precise man and always make sure to think 12 steps ahead. He knew his job was rough and he knew that at any moment he could drop dead. He made sure that his life insurance would be going to you, which was some relief sense the army didn’t pay much.

How to tell your daughter, that her father was not going to be coming back. What is the worst thing you could ever do to her young heart. She was only eight years old. She adored her father practically worship the ground. He walked on. She was always his little girl, and now the war stripped her of him. Stripped you of him..

When she came home from school, you had to sit her down. You held her hands, and with tears, you told the heartbreaking news. The young girl did not understand at first on why her father wasn’t coming back, and once again, you explained that he had died in action, and he would never be able to come home you’re a little girl started to cry, and when he tried to comfort her, she bolted from your arms and ran to her room, slamming the door, and she could hear her wails. You yourself cried yourself to sleep for the first few weeks all the way up until the funeral your friends and family members gathered around you doing everything that they could to comfort you and your daughter people were calling in every single day talking with you for hours on end, while other people stopped by to bring you food.

Every day it felt like a horrifying nightmare. The one that reoccurs every single time slightly more horrifying than the last. As you were going through your stuff and trying to decide what if his you wanted to keep and what of his you wanted to donate you noticed on your phone you had gotten an email from Kate Lasswell. She had sent a video to you actually several saying in the email that he wanted you to have this and gave her explicit instructions in case if he was to ever die.

Pressing the play button, you watched as his face appeared in the camera as he sat down and smiled at you. The way, his eyes twinkled and the crows feet around them creased. “ hello dove” he started at first and you had to pause the video because you were overwhelmed with the emotions. When you stabilized yourself again, you continued. “ I know it’s been a long time since I’ve talked to you and I know that if you’re seeing this, it means that I have passed….. mission was going to be botched no matter what I just didn’t want to tell you the statistics at first…” he paused himself, as he seem to be collecting his words in his own voice was shaking “ I really wish I could come back home to you. I told you that this would be the last mission that I would do before retiring… I promise to take you out on that date that you wanted to go to that fancy restaurant.” he paused again, closing his eyes, and releasing out a large sigh.

“ I’m sorry I never got to take you…. I had so many plans to do with you and Alice… it doesn’t seem fair that I didn’t get a chance to do that” once again, you had a pause the video so that you could take a minute to cry. The plans that you had with each other right now by the wayside. You unpause did it again, and continued on listening. “ I know right now you’re depressed.” he stated, folding folding his hands, and leaning on the desk in a slightly business fashion way. “ in the email that Kate sent you there is several groups that you can join that are for the spouses of the deceased militant partner. Please join one as well as make sure our daughter also goes to one for kids. She’s going to need that support… you both are.” he smiled again, but it was a Sad smile. “ I also made sure to have a college fund started for her. You don’t have to worry about it until she’s ready. There should be plenty of money for her to attend all the way up until graduate year as long as she goes to a decent university. Make sure it’s only used for that if she chooses not to go to university or to go to a less expensive one, you can use the money to buy her a car or whatever she needs to get her life started…. I’m sorry this had all come to this…. As you know I have set aside a life insurance, and the beneficiary goes to you. I also saved up a lot of my savings as well. Feel free to use it as necessary.” he knew that you were going to be smart with the money. “ He paused and looked at you “you are my beloved…. I’m so sorry my dove that you have to face this alone. Please take care of yourself. Find a husband that loves you like I did and a good father figure for our daughter.” This made him tear up. “I will wait for you in heaven and I will watch over you both. You mean so much love. No one or nothing can separate this love. The email that is sent to you also has several videos for Alice. For her birthdays, graduation, moving out to university, marriage and their child. I made sure to make a video for all of that… I also left many for you. Please don’t hesitate to just let me listen to you… I love you.”

The video ended and you sat in the chair, Thinking things though. He set life up for you and your daughter. He was still looking after both of you. You cried for a bit before getting up and knocking on your daughters door. Your little girl opened up with tears on her face. “Hey baby… daddy sent you something.” She sniffed as you picked her up and took her to your old husband’s office. After sitting down with her in his old chair, you turned on the next video. “Hey Angel!” John’s face lit up when the camera started you could see he had been crying. “Angel, im not coming home, it’s not that I don’t want to but it’s because I got called up to heaven. I want you to do something for me my sweet, I want you to watch over momma ok? She is going to need you and you are going to need her. He glanced up as if looking at you then looked back down at his daughter. “You are such a special little girl. I love you so much. Momma has the other videos for you to watch when you grow up. I’m so so sorry to leave you like this. I did not

I did not want to go. I know you were looking forward to see me and so was I… you are my sunshine. My only sunshine.” He stated singing the song he sang when she was down or sad. “You make me happy, when sky’s are grey. You never know dear, how much I love you, so please don’t take my sunshine away…. I love you my angel.” The video ended. Your daughter looked at you. “What now?” She asked. “Well… now we do what daddy said… we do our best to move on, but not to forget him. We will be OK.” You held her as you too watched the sunset fade beneath the horizon, a beautiful white dove landed on he window, cooed and looked at you before flying off into the golden rays of the pink sky.

Simon Riley

You were cleaning in the kitchen when you heard a knock at the door. Putting the sponge back in the soapy hot water. You wiped your hands and made your way to the door. Two military officers took at the door, Solum faces as they greeted you. “Hello can I help you?” You asked

“Mrs (y/n) Riley?” One of them asked.

“Yes that is me.” You looked at them worried.

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant Simon Riley was killed in action.” The officer said gravely as he handed you a box of his things.

You took the box with tears in your eyes. The men told you that his body was found and would be returning soon. You thanked them and closed the door as you held the box tightly in your arms and sunk to the floor sobbing. Your sweet Simon. He was gone, never to come home to you and your son. You knew it was a dangerous job, but it never really hit you till now. Your husband, the man that always let you take off his mask, the man that would cuddle with you at night and rub your back after a long day, the father of your 3 month old son who he would stay up late to let you sleep. He was gone, ripped apart from you. How were you going to tell your son about his father, the man who loved his son from the moment he was born. You cried on the cold floor till you fell asleep, still holding onto the box. You woke up to the sound of your son crying in his room. Getting up, you walked and a dead sonter to his room. Tomas your son named after your husbands brother, was crying in his cradle. Carfully you picked him up and held him close. He looked so much like his daddy, blonde hair, dark blue eyes, fair skin. “Shhhhh my love” you rocked your son with tears in your eyes. “Daddy isn’t coming back.” You stated as a hiccup got you. “He loved you so much…. He loved me.” You knew your son wouldn’t remember this but it was still so sad to hold your little boy and know he would never have a father and son bonding.

You sobbed as you held onto him. Tomas sensing his mothers destress, he quieted down and cooed. After a while you fed him and put him down to bed once more. You opened the box after sitting down with a hot cup of tea, ready to take on what you needed to. With a sniffle, you opened the lid to reveal his skull mask, the dog tags that he wore, his SAS badge, and a few other things. “Oh Simon” new murmured as you carefully picked up the mask and set the box down as he traced over the lines to his skeletal features on his balaclava. It smelled like him. That rich, earthy smell, that he always seems to have with a hint of gunpowder and bourbon. It was a lingering sent, but it was a good one at that. You held the mass close as you leaned back on the couch and close your eyes. You already missed him more than you did before maybe it was because you knew that you would never see him again, to have him be in the house and be present with you and your son. You would go on with your life fine you are a tough woman, one of the many reasons to why Simon married you, but it was your son that you were worried about. You wanted your son to have a father figure. A dad that he would learn to grow up and love. Simon never had that sort of dad, and had always wanted to be that way for his own children.

Now Simon was never going to live out his dream, and Thomas, your son, was never going to have that sort of special bond. I thought made you incredibly sad once more but no tears fell, your eyes were all dried from the previous crying. The weeks came and the funeral happened, your husband looked peaceful in his casket. You wanted some alone time with him first and held his stiff, cold hand. “ Thomas will miss you… I will miss you. You were my rock and shield. It’s going to be hard without you Si… I will always love you and miss you.” The funeral took place and it was a sad time. The team of 141, your family and friends helped with whatever you needed. Now, you were cleaning out things from your late husband. As you were cleaning out his bedside table drawer, you saw a note, folded up neatly. Curious, you unfolded the lined paper and read the words on the paper.

“My dear (y/n), Birdie if you are digging in my drawer then that means I have passed, the mission was botched… I’m sorry… I know Thomas is in good hands with you. Please don’t worry about money. My account will be given to you. As I am writing this, it’s late, you’re sleeping next to me. It’s the night before we leave… I am looking at you for the last time, taking in all your beautiful details. Your face is so soft in sleep, you look so angelic. I am going to miss you… I know you will miss me too… I’m sorry I haven’t said ‘I love you’ that much. I hope you know I cherished and deeply loved you. I still do. I know you are a strong woman, that is what drew me to you. I know you will move on. If you wish, find someone who can love you and our son just as much as I loved you. I will be waiting for you when you come. I will always be watching out for you. Please don’t let our son forget me. I want him to know how much I loved him and you. I love you my Birdie, my beautiful wife. ~Simon.”

You held onto the paper and cried. This was going to be ruff. You were going to be ok. A sense of comfort filled your mind and warmth flooded your body. “I love you my Simon” you smiled and the familiar sent of him wafted and you felt his warmth envelop you.

Gaz

when the news reached you, it hurt like 1000 tiny little daggers. You had just gotten married to Gaz, your Relationship was just beginning. The two of you had been high school sweethearts. Times had gotten tough for both of you and you broke off your relationship before time being until you rekindled it once again, realizing that he was the only person for you. You had only gotten married a few months prior and just had your honeymoon before he was shipped off. Four months he was gone. And he was supposed to come back in two, however, the letter that you received told a different story. He would never be coming home. His body was blown up so badly that they couldn’t find all the pieces to him. We would do everything that they could to get the majority of him back home so that there could be some proper burial. This broke your heart. He would never get to share the life with you that you too so desperately dreamed about, a small home, somewhere on the suburbs of London with a dog, and maybe a child somewhere down the line. That was your plan at least but now things have changed, and now your beloved was gone.

It had been a few weeks since the death, and the burial of what was left at him. You had moved back in with your parents for the time being. As you were cleaning up your room, doing the best to get over your grieving you noticed a note on your bed they have been delivered by your mother earlier. Carefully you walked up to the letter and looked at it. It was addressed to you by Gaz. A sense of panic swelled in your chest. Did he really survive? Or was this some cool trick that somebody was playing? Quickly opened the envelope, and you looked at the letter the date showing that it was a month ago that he had sent this; before his death. With shaky hands, you begin to read the chicken, scratch lettering, tracing over every word, and taking to heart as if it was the gospel.

“Hey Love!

Things are crazy right now! We’re going to be going into a city not too far from here. I’ll make sure to pick up some stuff for you. I know you’ve been wanting to decorate the house for a while and I’m so excited to see what sort of projects you’ve been working on? How’s the art piece coming? I remember you telling me that you wanted to start up painting again. We always had such a pretty drawings. I have no doubt that they’re not going to be beautiful. I hope you hang them on the wall for us to see. I miss you. A part of me wishes that you were here at least the part that isn’t the most violent. Unfortunately, we’re not in the best area we are being attacked left and right. Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll be home soon! I promise I’ll fix the leaky faucet. I know it’s been driving you crazy. I I sent a letter to my folks, but could you tell them that I miss them as well? I want them to know how much I miss them, but I think I miss you the most. When I get back can we get a dog? Also, can we have like a full day of playing video games just with you and me? I know I sound like I’m rambling, but it’s just what’s on my mind recently. Late night cuddles with you while playing Mario kart. It just sounds so relaxing right now. I’m really tired. Well sweetheart, I better get to bed. I love you and I hope that you have an amazing day tomorrow and the next and the next after that.

Your Husband,

Gaz”

Hugging the letter, you cried your eyes out. Tears streaming down your face as you laid on the bed, holding onto the last remnant of what your husband left you. It sounded as if he was somewhere in a safer, better place. You hoped that he died quickly that he didn’t suffer and his last thoughts were good thoughts. A breeze drifted into the room from your open window and a warm bit of sunshine hit your cheek as the breeze drifted passed it felt like a stroke on your soft face. He was there sitting beside you, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel his presence. He was safe and he was watching over you.

Johnny McTavish

The news has gotten to you quickly. It was actually delivered by Price himself. You couldn’t believe it. Your Scottish highland your man was no longer going to come home to you. He was shot through the head. Taking a bullet to save a life. Your young son, John, named after his father, was going to be home from school soon the devastating news hurt you more than anything else out there. How are you going to tell your six-year-old son that he was not gonna have his daddy near anymore? Who was going to play football with him in the yard? Who is going to read bedtime stories? Who is going to play in the rain with him? Your son needed his father that boy looked up to his dad, like he was the sun, its self. The news hurt you hard calling his parents and his family was going to be hard as well if they had an already heard the news. He was close with everybody and his family and he had quite a large family.

The upcoming days to the Memorial as you wish to have been cremated, were hard and brutal. Everybody that you knew, and your friends and his family all gave their condolences to you and to each other he was loved and well liked by everyone your son took it hard he didn’t understand why his dad wasn’t coming home and cried and cried and cried it was like that for almost a whole week, he was doing so bad that you had to pull him out of school for the time being because he was unable to function properly. You did everything you could you hold him tight in your arms until he cried himself to sleep at night in which you also cried your own silent tears. You would go walk on the open, Highlands that overlooked the beautiful scenery where your husband, his father’s ashes, cast out upon the open landscape. A small memorial was placed there in memory. You would have picnics out there are frequently, simply listening to the birds call from high above and feel the warm sun cast It’s beautiful rays. They felt cold and dull to you, but you did your best to hold out for your son.

Cleaning out the closet with all of his stuff. What is your next task as you were taking some of his old stuff down you noticed a hard drive they had fallen out of one of his pockets with your name on it. Curious, you took the hard drive and you plugged it into your laptop. It open the file which had a video and it. You clicked play.

The video with your husband sitting on the couch in your living room, smiling at you “Hello my bonne Lass. if yer seeing this then ye know what happened and I don’t think I need ta say anymore abou tha’. I am so sorry that I cannot be with Yer. I love ye so much. I love our son John so much. Please remind hem’ every day how much I love him. Please play football with hem as much as ye can. Please read to hem every night fer me. I know it’s a lot ta ask with what’s going on but I think it might be good fer both of ya ta share tha’ quality time. I’m gonna miss ye both, but I’m always going te be with yer. I’m always going to be watching over mo little family. Don’t worry Lass, life insurance should cover a huge portion of everything. Hopefully it can help provide some security fer you and fer John. I also have tha’ university fund ye wanted me ta set up fer him. Let the money grow and add te it. If ye want by the time he turns 18 he can open that account. The files are actually in my cabinet on the right side of the desk. It has all the important paperwork and documentaries yer gonna need. I really wish I was there with ya Lass. I’m going to miss holding you at night and whispering I love yous.” His beautiful eyes stared right back at you with his stupid little mohawk and broad shoulders facing the camera. “ I know you got this, please don’t ferget about me, but I do want you moving on. Find a man that makes yer heart is happy to be with as it was with meh. I know it’s a lot ta ask for, and I’m not expecting ye ta get married right this instant… I want ta see ye happy I want to see you taken care of. I love ye, my princess.” he reached over to turn off the device that he was using, and the video ended abruptly. A new wave of tears hit your face as you laid your head on the desk and cried for the fifth or sixth time in the past few days. Your son came in the room and gently touched your shoulder. “It’s OK mama! Daddy’s going to be with us. He’s just going to be invisible.” he was quoting some thing that you had told him. When you had to break the news to John, you had told him that the angels up in heaven needed his daddy to help fight the battle up there because he was so good at his job. One day he would be able to meet his daddy up there as well. Now John had taken this to heart and there’s now quoting this in hopes to make you feel better. You carefully picked up your son and held him close to you. “ you know you’re the best against your father had ever giving me? When you were born, he had tears in his eyes and he was hugging you and kissing all over your face and just absolutely doting on you 24 seven. He told me how proud he was of you. He told me how proud he was of me. Those were good times.” Your son gently hold you tight in his own little arms. “ it’s OK mama will make it out together.” You could almost feel a kiss on your forehead as if…. As if your husband was leaning over to comfort you.

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lovekz · 1 year

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strawberry milk

syn -> rindou accidentally captures your heart with strawberry milk, but he has no regrets.

beware of.. bullying, ran acts like rindou's mom, violence, mention of a teacher-student relationship (not real)

"rin! can you go to the store?!" ran called out from the kitchen.

rindou sat in the living room playing his video game, oblivious to any of ran's calls to him.

he had finally made it to the boss level and was not letting ran get in the middle of it by being annoying.

ran has never been one to care about what others think though.

so, he walked over to the living room and pulled the plug from his game.

rindou let out a horrified scream, standing up from his seat almost immediately.

ran watched as his brother scattered around the room in a panic, looking for the plug that stood in his hands.

when rindou finally noticed, he launched his controller at him.

"what the fuck ran?!" rindou cursed, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.

"i said go to the store. you have all weekend to play the game." ran said, crossing his arms and frowning in disappointment.

where did he go wrong in raising this boy?

"go yourself and give me back the plug." rindou scoffed, crossing his arms at ran.

ran didn't budge though, just staring at rindou like he'd grown fifty heads one time.

kakucho peeked from out of the kitchen, seeing the two brothers stare at each other.

"if it's such a big deal, i can go-" "shut up kaku." the brothers said, glaring at the older male.

he held his hands up in defense, watching the two brother's go back to staring at each other.

"fine. you owe me." rindou huffed, shoving his feet into his sneakers and grabbing his wallet.

"i'm making you dinner, i don't owe you shit." ran said, gesturing to the kitchen.

ran has never cooked a day in his life, so rindou isn't sure if he should trust him.

maybe he'll grab a burger or something while he's out.

the walk to the store was not long, it was just draining to be outside.

it was supposed to rain later in the day, so the sky was full of grey and saggy clouds.

the streets were partially clear for the upcoming storm, save for the people who had work and needed to be out.

and of course, the movie-like bullies from rindou's school.

they were always bothering this timid girl, who'd always mind her business and get her shit over with.

it seems like they found her outside in this shitty weather, as rindou could hear them yelling and giggling from a mile away.

'they continue this outside of school too?' rindou thought, passing the alley they were in.

what made him pause was the low 'let's get a picture for him. he'll love to see her in a short skirt.'

rindou seen you around numerous of times. not once did he ever see you wear something that didn't touch or at least go past your dainty fingers.

rindou stepped into the alley, seeing the flash of the camera go off.

what the hell is he gonna do about a girl that doesnt even give two shits about him?

you little whimpers could be heard, and that gave rindou his answer.

whoop their ass.

rindou let the metal end of his umbrella collide with one of their heads harshly, knocking them out efficiently.

"what are you guys doing?" rindou questioned, rolling his head and stretching lightly.

"don't interrupt us teaching the teacher-fucker a lesson, or you're next." one of the guys scoffed, squaring up.

"try me." rindou chuckled, launching his umbrella square into another guys nose.

he didn't have to do much, because once his hood fell, everyone paused and began running.

yells of 'shit! it's one of the haitani brothers!' could be heard before they scattered out of the alley.

rindou rolled his eyes and looked down at you, who was coward into one of the walls.

you were struggling to cover whatever was revealed, while a slightly sweet but strong scent emitted off you.

it wasn't piss, and perhaps it was the strawberry milk from the carton that was splattered all over the floor.

or maybe...

"did you really?" rindou started, tilting his head.

you looked up at him confused, not sure of what he was talking about.

rindou looked outside of the alley, and then back at you.

"fuck the teacher?" rindou elaborated, rubbing his forehead lightly.

you were a smart girl, so he wasn't understanding why you were so confused as to what he was talking about.

"oh. uhm- no. i didn't." you said, voice coming out peek.

it was the first time rindou had ever even heard you speak, though it was pretty low.

but he was glad to confirm it wasn't some form of semen on you.

rindou nodded, taking in your figure. it was going to get chilly.

in his rush to go to the store, he hadn't taken off his home shorts before putting on his sweatpants.

he didn't want to be cold, but he also didn't want you to go home like that.

the pants were new, and a bit baggy on him. so they'll be much baggier on you.

rindou sighed, before taking his sweatpants off and handing it to you.

his phone buzzed, stopping him from explaining to you.

rindou held a finger up and read the message from his brother.

[5:41pm] aniki : hey rinnie, you can come home. i actually had what i needed from the store. oopsies ;)

rindou scowled at the message, before looking up at you again.

you were trembling pretty hard.

"how about i get you a proper change of clothes and take you home?" rindou suggested, gesturing outside of the alley.

he didn't have to say much earlier, as you put on the sweats that he'd handed you earlier.

at least you were smart enough to put two and two together.

"i can get you something to eat as well?" rindou suggested, looking towards the bag of groceries on the floor.

and you greatly appreciated the kind gesture.

when school started back, and rindou had class with you, he decided to sit next to you.

you allowed it, smiling gratefully at him.

he dug in his bag for a bit, and pulled out a small carton before sliding it over to you.

you raised your eyebrow, before looking at rindou in slight confusion.

"do you like strawberry milk?" rindou asked, taking out another carton and taking a sip.

you nodded, opening the straw and popping it into the hole.

following behind the male next to you, you take a sip of your drink with a quiet hum.

"i remember seeing it on the floor and your clothes the day i helped you." rindou shrugged, sipping his own.

you smiled, muttering a small thank you to him once more.

the two sat in comfortable silence, before you had remembered something.

"oh! i brought your sweats." you smiled sweetly, going to dig through your school bag.

rindou put his hand on your shoulder to stop you, shooting you a small smile.

"it's cool. keep em." rindou said, waving you off.

he wasn't going to take it away from you when you'd look so adorable in them.

when you and rindou had finally gotten closer, you decided to invite him over to your house.

it wasn't anything too serious. you had explained that your parents were gone and you didn't want to be in the house by yourself.

rindou understood, and accepted your invitation.

now the two of you were in comfortable clothes laying in your bed, watching some shitty romance movie with strawberry milk.

rindou wasn't really enjoying it, but you were, so that was all that mattered to him.

"i want romance like that." you groaned in annoyance, resting your head against your palm.

rindou chuckled, and rolled his eyes.

the scene was a short slideshow of the couple. taking pictures, going on dates, sharing things.

everything a cheesy couple could do.

it stayed silent for a couple of seconds, save for the movie playing in the background.

and for a split second, you heard rindou mumble something silently.

you turned your head to give him your full attention, but he'd averted his eyes as his cheeks began to dust a bright pink.

"what was that rin?" you questioned, poking his hip just a bit to get his attention.

rindou took a deep inhale and looked at you, sitting up from where he was laying at.

"i could give that to you." rindou said bravely, looking at you in your eyes.

you blinked in confusion, looking at him. "not a friendship way, rin." you explained further.

rindou nodded, still looking at you.

you sat up next to rindou and faced him, trying to figure out what he was trying to tell you.

rindou sighed, when he realized you weren't getting the memo.

"i like you. and i wanna give you that cheesy romance." rindou said, saying your name in a tone he never thought he'd use before.

you stared at him for a bit, feeling your face get hot.

unfortunately, rindou took your silence as a bad sign.

"it's cool. maybe i should go." rindou muttered, putting down his strawberry milk and gathering his clothes to change.

he didn't mean to make you uncomfortable if he did.

before he could step a single toe out of your bedroom door you launched yourself onto him.

you held onto him tightly and wouldn't let go.

"please?" you asked, looking up at rindou from his chest.

"i'd love to have that romance with you." you whispered, intertwining your fingers with rindou.

and all it really took was strawberry milk.

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reallyromealone · 11 months

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Brome I now have one ask for a part 2 of the alpha steve x pregnant omega. Where he goes into labor and everyone freaks lol

Yesyesyesy

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

Steve shift ended a few hours before dnd, (name) having already eaten his snack from Eddie and snuggled on the couch as Steve got stuff prepared.

Steves parents left the house fully paid for them, Steve's dads work moving him to Chicago but it was fine, Steve's parents leaving him a trust fund that would cover any bills for both their lifetimes "we should get (gross topping) on the pizza..." (Name) spoke up and Steve looked slightly disgusted "we can get you a pie baby, them you don't gotta share" (name) seemed pleased with the compromise and rubbed his belly "hear that? Were getting our own pizza!" Steve found how he spoke to their pup precious as he finished up "so you gonna stay here or in our room?" Steve asked and (name) hummed "probably our room or the den... The couch is comfy" (name) seemed indecisive and Steve gently kissed him, unable to resist the other.

Steve ordered the pizza just before the party showed, table set up and pop and a few snacks set up (Steve was ready to let them starve but (name) didn't want the pups to go hungry).

(Name) was dozing on the couch when the doorbell spammed, startling the Omega as Steve stomped to answer the door "oi! Cut that shit out, when the pups born you better not do that shit" Steve was already such a dad (name) noted to himself as his brother came to see him and gave some candy, watching his brother excitedly eat some "chips!" Dustin said excitedly "thank (name), I was willing to let you all starve" let's be real he wouldn't but dad Steve was fun to see.

They got into their game in the dining room as (name) moved to the den (with assistance from Steve, (name) drooling a bit at his arms) and snuggled into a throw blanket as Steve watched a show on the small tv, letting (name)s head.

"Oi! Let the pregnant one get food first" Eddie and Steve barked and the teens parted as Steve prepared a plate for (name), the others looking horrified as he took a bite only to halt "I need to get to a hospital" (name) said seriously and everyone froze before panicking "HENDERSON, GRAB THE GO BAG" as everyone scrambled, (name) grabbing more pizza before he was grabbed by Eddie to the car "you grabbed more pizza??" Mike asked shocked and annoyed at this and (name) sighed "I'm not eating that shitty hospital food"

Dustin, Lucas and Steve came with the go bag and anything they would need "honestly it's not so baaAAD" (Name) hunched in his seat as he crushed a slice of pizza much to the teens horror and Eddie and Steve were just monitoring the distance of the contractions.

(Name) was walking in the medical room as Steve held his arm, Eddie taking the kids to their respective houses with the promise to collect the pups when (name) had the baby.

"Fuck! Steve your fucking cock is never going near me again!" (Name) screeched out as he pushed, practically sucking the life out of Steve's hand but the alpha wouldn't dare say anything to his Omega who was currently pushing a baby out of him.

"Fair enough!" Steve said trying to console his mate.

(Name) was still in slight shock after having the pup, holding their newborn daughter close as Eddie peaked his head in with (fast-food) in hand "Eds, come meet your neice!" (Name) said in a hushed voice and the metalhead quickly set the food down and washed his hands before coming to see his siblings and neice who was absolutely precious, a perfect combination of (name) and Steve "here" (name) said gently handing the baby to Eddie, Steve and (name) watching lovingly as he looked at the babe with so much love and care, the metalhead not caring that Steve snapped a photo on the polaroid of the moment.

"I'm gonna teach you how to play guitar and good music..." Eddie said lovingly as the babe grabbed his nose, Steve capturing another photo "she's never going to not know love"

"Is that my grandkid?" Wayne asked poking his head in, he had already taken the mantle of granddad for the tiny pup and the two new parents smiled as the older man washed his hands "well aren't you the prettiest thing I ever seen" he said to the babe "you did good kid" Wayne said to his nephew who smiled "thanks uncle Wayne" (name) said as he began eating his food, offering Steve fries and his drink.

Eventually everyone got to meet little (baby) Harrington, Robin and Nancy bringing a little going home outfit for the new arrival and everyone getting a picture with her, all to be added to the baby album.

"I'm serious though, your dicks not going near me"

"Fair enough"

#stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #omega male reader #omegaverse #male reader #steve harrington x male reader #steve harrington x reader

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heich0e · 2 years

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"What if he's ghosting me?"

Kenma snorts, not even deigning to answer your question with any further response. His attention stays fixed to the screen of his switch as he taps away at the controls, intermittent chimes of triumph ringing through the spacious living room of the house he bought himself at only twenty three.

"Kenma, I'm serious," you whine, flopping across the seat of the couch behind where he sits huddled at the kotatsu. "I really liked this one."

"You really like every guy you go out with," he replies, thumbs still flicking against the device. "Until you decide they're too loud, or too quiet, or talk too much about their jobs, or don't talk about themselves enough, or they're too short, or too tall--"

"He was 197 centimetres! That's abnormal!" you interject to defend yourself, knowing exactly which previous fling Kenma is referring to even without naming him.

Kenma sets his console down with a sigh, glancing at you over his shoulder. His hair is falling into his eyes, still damp from the shower he'd taken just before your arrival.

"You look for reasons to break up with them.”

The two of you stay locked in prolonged eye contact for longer than is needed.

"Want me to comb your hair for you?" you ask quietly, avoiding his accusation.

Kenma's brow quirks but then he nods, and you quickly pull yourself upright on the sofa so he can settle back between your legs, handing you the comb that has been waiting for your attention on the table in front of him for as long as the two of you had been sitting together.

You work quietly to undo the tangles in Kenma's hair as he once more resumes his game, being mindful of the ends where his hair is bleached and more delicate. You always do this with Kenma, though you’re unsure just when the tradition started. It was probably back in high school when his hair was fried from the boxed bleach he’d dumped into it, and you had to beg him to let you put a hair mask on his brittle strands. But now it’s just become a familiar, comfortable routine for you to slot yourself behind him and work through his hair with a wide-toothed comb, and Kenma doesn't so much as wince as you go about combing his hair into a neat, slicked back style.

"I just wish I had some way of knowing what I did wrong," you murmur quietly, returning to the topic that has been eating away at you, dragging the comb back from his temple.

"Did you two hook up?" Kenma asks blankly, and you watch as he clears a level on whatever game he's playing.

He doesn't click ahead to start the next level, waiting for your response.

"A bit," you admit reluctantly, swallowing hard over the knot of trepidation that has wound itself into your throat.

"What, so you sucked him off and now you're insecure because he hasn't called you?" Kenma peers at you over his shoulder forcing your hands to withdraw slightly, resting against his nape.

"Kenma!" you shriek in response to his question, reaching forward and forcibly turning his head away from you again if only to hide the mortified look on your face. You're shocked by his blunt question as though you haven't known him for the better part of a decade.

Kenma snorts. ”If it helps: when you gave Kuroo head in high school, he said it was great."

You curl forward miserably, your forehead pressing into the divot between Kenma's shoulder blades--flustered and horrified all at once.

"We were teenagers and I was the first person to ever put his dick in my mouth; of course he thought it was great," you mumble into Kenma's back, gripping the soft material of his sweatshirt between your fingers. "What if my skills haven't improved, Ken? What if I'm only giving mediocre high school quality blowjobs?"

He laughs.

"I highly doubt that."

Suddenly an idea comes to you. One that you wouldn't consider plausible with any other person on earth save for the boy whose hair you just combed. The boy whose front door passcode you have memorized as certainly as your own.

"Would you tell me if I did?" you say quietly, your hands slowly unfurling from the tight fists you have curled into his hoodie so they rest flat against the planes of his shoulders.

Kenma freezes.

He still hasn't hit play on that next level.

#kenma x reader #kenma x you #kozume kenma x you #kozume kenma x reader #kozume kenma #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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supernovaae · 4 months

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One in Six (Toland x G/N! Reader)

-.'✰'.- [a/n]: finally a full drabble/oneshot. also content for my heinous diabolical king toland (he's coming home soon)

-.'✰'.- Summary: toland decides he wants to play russian roulette while the two of you make out in an empty meeting room.

-.'✰'.- Content Warnings; guns/gun usage (the gun is pointed at both of you/the trigger is pulled, but bullets are not fired), etc.

-.'✰'.- Additional Information: Minors DNI (just to be safe), gets a little suggestive at the end, autassassinophilia and erotophonophilia (i guess), russian roulette (kinda), i know absolutely nothing about describing revolvers, not proofread, grammatical errors, possibly ooc, reader is implied to be an Esper (their abilities are not used or specified).

You're on top of him, legs straddling his lap as your hands grab the lapels of his shirt, pulling him closer. His coat laid abandoned on the floor, having been carelessly thrown away a little while ago. One of his hands gently grasped your waist, the other was splayed on the space between your shoulder blades as he quickly and greedily stole kiss after kiss from your lips. Earlier, while you were collecting Miramon in the field, he'd sent you a message, saying he needed you to do something important for him. You weren't exactly busy – the only assignments you had to complete were some paperwork and your Miramon collection quota, which could finished any time within the week, so you obliged.

You can imagine your chagrin when he ushered you back inside the facility and led you down the halls, all while grinning and telling you what he really wanted. At that moment, you were completely prepared to chide him for lying to you and go back to work just to spite him, but somehow, you found yourself swayed by his silver tongue and honeyed words.

Now, you're both alone together in an empty conference room with the doors locked and blinds shut while you two make out on the lone chair at the end of the table.

His fingernails lightly graze your skin, the hand on your waist moving to your back, keeping you near as he leans closer, tipping your body slightly backward.

He pushes his lips onto yours once more, this time in a deeper, more passionate fashion, to which you wholeheartedly return the sentiment, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him back in earnest.

Finally, you both pull away, and Toland's hands draw you even closer to his body as his lips gingerly press against the corner of your mouth before progressively traveling further and further down. One of his hands leaves your back as his lips land over and over again, gingerly peppering you with kisses on your cheek, across your jaw, on the shell of your ear, and down your neck, his tongue periodically swirling and flicking against the skin.

After pushing his lips to your neck once more, Toland punctuates the action with a, “Bang.” mumbled against your skin. A tinny ‘click’ resonates through the air before he plants another heady kiss to your lips.

Your eyelids flutter open, and you nearly choke on your own spit once you see Toland’s gleaming, silver revolver clutched in his hands, barrel held up to the side of his head. You go rigid, staring unblinkingly at the barrel of the gun. Was that clicking noise the sound of him pulling the trigger a few seconds ago?

Why did he... ? A second passes before Toland notices you've become unresponsive to his affectionate gestures and pulls away, his eyes analyzing your petrified expression. He traces your line of sight and follows it to the firearm in his hand, finally getting the hint.

"Ohhhh." He hums, smile returning. The gun lowers from his head as he turns back to you.

"This is nothing. We're just having a little fun," he lilts, heedlessly waving the firearm in small circles while you look on, horrified. He flicks the cylinder and watches it spin, acting completely indifferent to your very evident alarm. "We'll be fine."

It slows and settles into place with a - clack - . There's a glint in his eye, which compliments the crescent moon grin that's growing on his face, splitting his smile in half. "Trust me."

You would've scoffed if you weren't so scared. Trust him? That statement amounted to nothing but a bad joke, given his track record.

Your voice shakes as you lean back. "Is that loaded?" Instead of addressing your concerns in any rational or meaningful way, he gleefully smiles ear to ear. That expression gives it all away. You look on in disbelief. "You can't be serious. Are you crazy?"

He doesn't answer, ignoring your apprehension once again. This time though, he raises his revolver and nudges it's barrel against your temple, not quite pointing it at you. Yet. Your breath stills once you feel the cold metal touch your skin and you freeze in place once again. Toland leans closer to you as his free hand reaches up and cups the back of your head, his fingers splayed over your hair. "What?" An amused chuckle spilled from his mouth. "Are you scared?” He whispers against your lips, his breath warm. “I-” You attempt to verbalize your unease, but he doesn’t give you a chance, pushing your head forward and pressing your lips to his. Gossamer white smoke, a by-product of his Divine Power, gently wafted around the two of you, curling around both your forms as the two of you kissed once more. His tongue danced with yours in a kiss much more forceful and heavy than the ones before, like he was intentionally trying to silence your complaints. After a moment, his hand leaves your hair and moves down your body, tracing your skin with the tips of his fingers as the hand holding the gun moves slightly out of view. The kiss does it's job and distracts you, somewhat making you loosen back up a bit while his hand inches down your back before finally settling near your midriff, where his arm then curls around.

You nearly forgot all about the revolver, but then he pulled the hammer back, the little - click! - immediately breaking your immersion, making you jolt and look over at the gun that was now pointed directly at you. Finally, Toland pulled away from you, just for a moment, letting you breathe. The barrel barely touches your hair before he attempts to dive in again.

“Wait, wait.” You place your hands on his chest, trying to keep him at bay, just for a second or two. In response, he simply quirks an eyebrow. "Can you put that away first?" You gesture at the gun. "Please?" He clicks his tongue before exaggeratedly sighing. "Come on." His free arm comes away from its position your back in favor of moving so his hand can join the two of yours. "It'll be fine."

He nudges your hands out from between the two of you. "Don’t worry." A grin starts to form on his face again, his amusement reflecting greatly in his tone. His hand doesn't return to it's initial position. Instead, it inches upwards, across your chest, tracing your clavicle, grazing your shoulders, and brushing your arm... Cold, hard metal prods the side of your head. His fingers run downward now, moving down your side, your naval, your waist...

“Put a little faith in me,” he croons.

His hand finally comes to rest on your hip, fingers just barely tracing your waistband.

“You know I’d never let anything happen to you.”

[✰-notes-✰]: please lmk if there are any awkward mistakes or important content warnings that I missed!

#nova writes #toland dislyte #dislyte toland #toland dislyte x reader #dislyte toland x reader #toland x reader #gender neutral reader #dislyte x reader #dislyte

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hunterxreaderoneshots · 1 year

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Starving - Hunter Shy! Fem! Human! Reader

T/w: Mildly suggestive?? Idunno they kinda french kiss… for a bit... They cuddle on a bed. He leaves love bites. I’m sorry

Request By: WinterBlue_Angel22

Prompt: Hi! ✨️ Can I request a fluffy long oneshot with prompts: "Um, H-hunter, d-do you w-want to m-makeout with m-me?", "W-what? A-are y-you s-sure, Y/n?", [French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.], [Tucking his hands beneath his shy!female!human!reader's shirt, just to watch she breaks the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of his warm hands on her skin.] and "W-wow, that is so a-amazing, H-hunter." about Hunter and his shy!female!human!reader are having our first makeout session together on bed in guest room at Luz's house on Human Realm when everyone was gone for movie night? What kind of reaction Hunter has when she shyly asked him to want our first makeout session with her? 🤭 I bet he will be shy blushing mess to it, haha. 😂 Hint#1: suggestive moments ⚠️: french kisses and hickey. Hint#2: She gets makeout idea from Luz and Amity. 🤣 At end, Hunter angrily chases to catch Luz and Amity around Luz's house for corrupting his shy human girlfriend's innocence. 🤣 I really live for flustered Hunter! 💗 Please??

Hunter and his girlfriend had stayed home at Camila’s while everyone else had gone out to watch a movie. Hunter, however, preferred to stay home to watch a movie. This way he wouldn’t be bothering anyone with his reactions of sudden excitement, fear, or random theories and predictions. (Y/N) didn’t mind any of this though; she loved hearing him.

The two decided to watch a movie together on the couch instead. They picked one out called the Megamind. The couple cuddled together on the couch as the movie played on.

Hunter and his friends had been in the Human Realm for several months. He enjoyed it there. At first, he was scared about what would happen next. Everything had happened to suddenly. He was horrified of the thought that his friend would find out if he was a Grimwalker. Things had gotten better, however, when he met (Y/N). He found her on one of the group’s outings to discover more about the human realm.

He looked down at her curled up form and pulled her closer. He remembered how time stopped when he saw her at the park. And then he saw her again at a store, then almost a dozen times everywhere, and then at the park again where Luz finally convinced him to talk to her; that was when it all started. Hunter had always been slightly awkward around others, especially since he never interacted with witches his age until he met Luz and her friends. Now, he had a human girlfriend! He never thought much about it, but sometimes he wondered what would happen once they found a way back into the Demon Realm.

After being about halfway through the movie, he noticed (Y/N) was getting a bit cuddlier. Hunter smiled to himself and he pulled her closer. After a few moments, (Y/N) broke the silence, “Um, H-hunter?” He turned to look down at her again. Her face had gained a deep blush and he smiled, “Yeah?” he asked sweetly. She hid her face in his arm. “D-do you w-want to m-make out with m-me?” she stammered shyly. Hunter blushed madly, “W-what?!” He squeaked, feeling the red burning in his ears. He had never kissed (Y/N) before. He already found that cuddling was a big jump- he hadn’t ever thought that she’d ask to make out!

Hunter’s face was a deep crimson, and he shuffled around shyly on the couch; she wanted to kiss him! He turned away nervously, feeling his heart race: he could hear it throbbing in his ears. He exhaled shyly and danced his fingers over his leg.

He finally stirred up the courage to speak again and looked at her, “A-are y-you s-sure, (Y/N)?” He asked shyly. He felt a knot in his throat: he had never had an intimate relationship with anyone. What was he going to do?

“Mhm,” she hummed. Hunter felt his heart skip a few dozen beats. His ears bent backwards and he bit his lip, Oh my Titan, what do I do?!

“Oh,” He murmured gently, feeling her nuzzle his arm. His mind was racing and so was his heart. Hunter looked away shyly and shifted around on the couch. He pulled his legs up and curled them around (Y/N). He had no idea where to start.

He shifted again, making (Y/N) sit up while he did so. He locked eyes with her for a split moment, but he hastily looked away again. After another few moments, he curled his hands into fists as if he was ready to face a fight, and let out a breath.

“O-ok!” Hunter said, smiling. He was excited, but more so nervous. He didn’t think he even understood the concept of a romantic relationship yet. “Really?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, jumping up with delight. Hunter nodded shyly, his ears bending back and turning red.

(Y/N) giggled happily and embraced Hunter, pecking his cheek as she did so. Hunter’s eyes widened and he blushed madly, his light skin darkening into a deep red. He wrapped his arms around (Y/N) slowly, nervously, pulling her closer to him.

She pulled away from the peck and smiled at him. Hunter felt his heart melt and his entire body relax. His gaze softened as he stared at (Y/N)’s deep pools of (e/c).

Hunter leaned down and pecked her lips lightly, feeling a sudden wave of nervousness and excitement wash over him. A blush ran ablaze across his face from ear to ear. He pulled back hastily and looked away shyly, and (Y/N) did the same.

“I-I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he squeaked bashfully, “um… I’m- I’m just nervous…” he hugged his arms nervously.

“It’s OK,” (Y/N) reassured him softly, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, Hunter.”

He froze for a moment, feeling his heart sink as he realized. No one had ever offered him to not do something. He had always been demanded and expected to do as told. Hunter sighed; he wanted to. He wanted to do so much with (Y/N) but he was too nervous. He was surprised he had even been able to ask her to be his girlfriend.

“No, it’s-” He stammered nervously, “It’s n-not that I don’t want too…” He blushed madly, visible nervousness on his face. “I…” Hunter hesitated, then sighed, “I just… I don’t know how!” He finally confessed, locking eyes with her. His eyes were sad and full of worry. His ears had bent back in shame.

“Oh, Hunter,” (Y/N) soothed gently and placed her hand over his. “Don’t worry,” she said gently. “I… I-I can… show you…” She offered, blushing deeply. Hunter looked away for a moment, but looked back and nodded shyly. He almost looked like a sad puppy!

She smiled at him, “OK…” She exhaled, “Ready?” He smiled and nodded sheepishly. “OK, let’s try again.”

She pressed her lips against Hunter’s, closing her eyes. Hunter flinched slightly, and his pointed ears bent back again. He froze, feeling the warmth of (Y/N)’s lips against his. Slowly, he closed his eyes and melted into the kiss.

(Y/N) pulled away smiling at him; the two were a blushing mess. They began pecking each other randomly, shyly kissing each other’s faces and lips. Every time Hunter pecked (Y/N), she blushed a bit more, feeling a thousand butterflies fluttering throughout her body.

Hunter then sat again, and shifted himself towards (Y/N). He sat down, crossing his legs on the couch. Slowly he leaned towards her again and pecked her lightly. Hunter didn’t fully pull away, he stayed close enough to keep kissing her gently.

Finally, Hunter’s hands slowly went up to her, and he cupped each of her cheeks. He pulled her towards him, and he kissed her for a long time

Hunter pressed his lips against hers, almost as if he wanted to taste her. This was everything he never knew he wanted. He had never felt the warmth of someone else, he had never felt loved or wanted. All he had ever been was useful to Belos. Not anymore though; he didn’t care if he was useful anymore. Now he felt loved and he knew what he wanted: Hunter wanted to be with (Y/N).

He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss as he did so. Hunter began to feel the starvation take control of him, it was in every bit of his body. He didn’t understand what it was but he knew how to satisfy the intense hunger his heart felt: every time he pulled her closer a bit of the starvation lessened.

Hunter pulled her even closer to him. He kissed her amorously and (Y/N) kissed back. Suddenly, he felt (Y/N)’s hands curling around his wrists. Her gentle fingers wrapped around him and pulled him closer to her. Hunter melted again. His face was hot, his mind was racing, and his heart was both racing and melting.

(Y/N) then pressed her lips against his even more. She tilted her head and deepened the kiss. She wanted to get a taste of Hunter. She then bit his lip lightly and he froze for a moment in surprise. He had… liked it. It was like she wanted him close too.

Although they had kissed for a while, Hunter was still nervous about how to continue. Suddenly, he felt (Y/N) part her lip slightly. The warmth of her tongue surprised him yet also soothed him in way. Her tongue began to trace every bit of his mouth, and he followed. They kissed each other passionately as if desperately trying to remember one another.

The two finally pulled apart and were a blushing mess. Hunter looked over to see the credits playing on the TV screen, then he looked over to the front door. He swung his feet over the couch and stood up. He blushed lightly at the idea but continued anyway.

“C’mon,” He said, picking up (Y/N) bridal-style, “Let’s go somewhere more private.”

(Y/N) blushed madly but giggled, “H-Hunter!” She said smiling. (Y/N) hid her face in his chest as he carried her up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. Hunter laid her next to him on the bed and began pecking her face and kissing her softly again. Between the kisses Hunter would nuzzle her lightly making (Y/N) smile. She wrapped her arms around Hunter and kept him close to her.

Hunter kissed her passionately again and again. He slipped his hands under her shirt, feeling (Y/N)’s back as he did so; her skin was soft and warm. (Y/N) gasped suddenly, breaking the kiss and pulling away.

“H-Hunter!!” She squeaked, pulling her shoulders in slightly as if she was trying to hide. He laughed lightly to himself, looking at (Y/N) and pecking her cheeks. Hunter smiled, he had no idea how wonderful loving and being loved could feel.

Hunter started to cuddle her. He didn’t even know what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted to feel close to her. He began to kiss her jawline and slowly make his way down her neck. Hunter nuzzled her lightly, wanting to hide away in her soft skin.

(Y/N) smiled shyly as Hunter went on. She gasped suddenly when she felt a little nip on her neck, and then another, and another…

“H… Hunter…” She stammered softly, “Sweetheart, what are you up to?” Hunter smiled for a moment, but stopped hastily.

“Oh uh…” His ears pulled back suddenly as fear took over his heart. Had he done something wrong? “I-I,” He blushed in shame, “I... I’m s-sorry (Y/N)...” He began to lift himself onto his side. “Did… did you… like that?” He felt his heart race unsteadily. Maybe Belos wasn’t the only one who didn’t want him anymore…

“Mhm,” She hummed gently. She pulled him back in even closer and Hunter felt himself melt. He melted anytime (Y/N) had made him feel wanted.

He smiled, kissing her passionately this time. “Well, I guess I’ll continue then.”

(Y/N) laughed, “Hunter! You’re so sweet!” Hunter smiled at her. He nuzzled her again and continued leaving little love bites all over her neck.

The two cuddled for a while. Suddenly, a thought broke Hunter out of the moment.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N),” he asked, his focus intently on nothing.

“Yeah?” She hummed.

“Ummm…” Hunter frowned slightly in thought, trying to think of a way he could ask. He knew (Y/N) well enough to know she was quite innocent and sweet. “How… uh… why, I guess, did you think of… making out?” He squeaked the last few words.

(Y/N) blushed, her eyes opened and she hid into Hunter. “Um… I accidentally… maybe… walked into Luz and Amity??” She replied nervously.

“Huh.” He said, pulling (Y/N) closer. “Good to know…”

He hid into her chest, “(Y/N)?” he nervously called her name.

She smiled. His voice and been soft and full of nervousness. She knew he needed comfort and spoke gently, “Yes, Dear?” He melted in her arms. Hunter bit his lip for a moment.

“I-I… I love you…”

She kissed his forehead gently, “I love you, Hunter.” He felt ease in his heart, and a sudden completion of his soul. This was what he had been starved from: (Y/N)’s love.

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After a while of cuddling, the two finally heard everyone coming back. They made their way downstairs and towards the front door to greet them. Hunter, however, had something else in mind. He was quite flustered and ready to face it.

As everyone made their way into the house, Hunter looked for Luz and Amity. Everyone was talking about the movie they had watched and how great it was. Guz and Willow were visibly excited to have experienced a ‘Human Movie’.

Hunter finally spotted them. “LUZ! AMITY!” He called out to them sternly. The two girls froze and stared at him in silence.

“Um…” Luz broke the silence, “What is it?” She stared at him and (Y/N).

“(Y/N) told me she got a little idea from you too…” He glared at them with arms crossed. “She said you two were ‘making out’ in front of her… Care to explain?”

They both blushed madly, and Luz was the first to speak. “How much did you see?!” (Y/N) blushed again, looking away.

“Um… a… a bit…?” She murmured, unsure of what to say.

Hunter ran at the girls, “YOU TWO CORRUPTED HER!”

“AGH!” The two shouted in unison. Luz grabbed Amity’s hand and dragged her with her. They ran around the couch, into the kitchen, all over the first floor trying to escape Hunter.

“Niños! Calmense, por favor!" Camila begged them to stop and calm down. It was utterly useless. Hunter was determined to get them.

Everyone else laughed at them. (Y/N) watched Hunter and smiled to herself. If he was willing to protect her innocence, he was willing to protect her from any harm. She blushed lightly and laughed. This is gonna be a long night.

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This was surprisingly difficult to get through. It took me a whole week to finish it. Huh. Well, thank you all for reading and thank you WinterBlue_Angel22 (Wattpad) for requesting! It means a lot that my one-shots have caught your attention enough for you to request! Requests remain open but please keep in mind I they may take a while! Thank you again!

GIF from Tenor

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P.S No matter how fluffy your prompt is I will always find a way to make Hunter emotionally starved and traumatized <3🤞💖💗❤️ 💞 😍😍

-Deathlight Gato (I’m gonna pass out dammit)

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Who is your favorite. Fearless. Hero.

Who is your favorite. Fearless. He-e-roooo.

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restinslices · 2 months

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Hello! I don’t care about which format, just whatever works for you!

I’m not sure any of them would mind tbh but imma still try and give them different reactions slightly

Bi-Han has heard of vampires before, but he’s never actually met one and he wasn’t sure how he felt. Vampires came with many complications and if they decided to backstab you, there was a good chance the victim wasn’t seeing the next day. Maybe Bi-Han was worried about this because he’s done his fair share of stabbing people in the back. Maybe he was just being paranoid. He didn’t know what it was but when he found out, he started to distance himself a bit and I wouldn’t be surprised if he said some not so kind words when he found out.

Bi-Han would be very conflicted. His strategist way of thinking would say “keep them close enough so you can watch them. A vampire would be an excellent ally” but the boyfriend part of him would say “they’re your partner. Don’t be an asshole”. He’d land on keeping them close enough so he wouldn’t lose them and letting his brain figure out what to do next as time passed.

Bi-Han wouldn’t be bothered by things like seeing his partner feeding. I don’t think he’d wanna watch the whole thing but if he caught the end of it, he wouldn’t be too bothered. If it was his enemies though, he’d take delight in watching them be torn apart and being used for food. Feeding on him is definitely not happening. He hates feeling like a juice box or like a leech is always on him, so the answer is no. The weaknesses might bother him simply because he thinks they’re stupid. Sunlight? Yeah, now he knew why they lived in an area that was never that bright and why they always did things at night but it was still bothersome. Way more bothersome since he knew what was up. He’s not sure why. Either way, he’d definitely use their strengths and abilities to his advantage. He likes them so it’s not like he’s just using them, but now there’s no hiding things like their super strength so they can unleash it all now. He needs all the help he can get when it comes to the war that’s coming.

Bi-Han isn’t sure about becoming a vampire though. His partner has offered and he’s always said no. Not because he doesn’t want it though. The strength, speed, flight, and all that other shit sounds great. It’d give him a huge boost. But the weaknesses is something he’s not sure he could deal with. Plus, he doesn’t know if he’d stay a cyromancer. He’s grown up with these powers and he doesn’t want them taken away. He doesn’t care what he’d get in return. His answer will stay no, but if he finds out his powers won’t be affected or they’ll be stronger, then there’s a huge chance he might say yes.

He keeps them around for multiple reasons. He’s not a complete asshole and is just using them, but he does have a bigger plot.

Kuai Liang isn’t necessarily shocked. I think Kuai Liang is smart enough to pick up on certain hints but he didn’t let himself believe them. His idea of vampires is skewed by the scary stories his father used to tell but his partner doesn’t match those stories. Vampires are supposed to be horrifying and blood sucking creatures. His partner wasn’t like that. They made jokes and laughed and got in close quarters with people without murdering them. So when they confess to being a vampire, he doesn’t believe them until they show proof.

Kuai Liang, like his brothers, is conflicted now. He’s not sure if he should distance himself in case they turn out to be some manipulative freak that’s tricked him this whole time, or stay close to them. After all, he never sensed any treachery and they didn’t have to confess at all but this could’ve been apart of whatever game they were playing. He’d especially be on edge if this was around the same time Bi-Han was revealed to be a traitor. He’d slowly get closer to them again. He would need time to think and time to watch how his partner reacted. He definitely wasn’t expecting them to be sad but understanding. Thankfully though, at some point they’d be back to normal.

Kuai Liang makes sure to be careful around them now. He doesn’t use his pyromancy when he’s close to them, since fire can kill any person but it’s especially dangerous for vampires. When it comes to feeding, he’s not helping out much. The whole luring people thing just isn’t for him and honestly it’s not his job. You can eat however many enemies you want but when it comes to normal people living their lives? He will not be participating. Besides that, now that he knows the quirks they had has something to do with their condition, it’s weirdly calming. He has answers for everything now. For example, he likes that he knows why they’re so against morning dates. At first it was just something he thought was a bit peculiar. Now he knows the real reason and he likes not being in the dark. After thought; no he’s not being drank from. His blood probably burns their mouth.

Kuai Liang does not want the bite. It’s a definite no. Kuai Liang is someone that is comforted by death. It’s an ending everyone is supposed to experience and after death he hopes he can be reunited with his father and anyone else he’s lost (or the people he will inevitably lose because this is Mortal Kombat). A life that has no ending is unnatural to him and it would defeat the whole purpose of living. You live and hope you make your mark so you’re remembered. There’s no point on doing that if you’ll never leave.

He’s a bit suspicious at first but once that suspicion ends, it’s back to normal for him.

Tomas has only heard of vampires through stories and the media so his idea of them is also skewed. I don’t think he’s as suspicious as Kuai Liang though. He’s mostly confused. Why lie to him? How long have they been alive? Why choose him as a boyfriend? What other abilities do vampires have? Have they ever used their abilities on him? Did they ever think about about drinking from him? It quickly becomes a game of 20 questions and that’s not even enough to fill his curiosity. He had to know how much he thought he knew was true and how much was fiction. He had to know why he got picked to be their boyfriend out of everyone, especially if they’ve been alive for thousands of years.

Tomas doesn’t pull away as much. Sure, he needs a minute to think but he does that by their side. There’s no real point in pulling away. They might leave and he didn’t want that. The best course of action was to think about what he wanted while still being near them and asking for space on days where he needed it. At some point he’d decide he still wanted them and they’d go back to normal. He’d probably come to this conclusion quicker than the other two. Tomas mainly care for if he feels appreciated and loved. He doesn’t care much for species or other trivial things.

Tomas is mainly fascinated with having a vampire partner. I mean, come on! They can fly! He can too but that’s not the point. Vampires have such interesting powers and they can differ depending on who it is. He’s gonna ask 50 million questions with little to no shame. He’s just very curious and he’s especially curious about how they even became a vampire. If it was traumatizing then he’ll drop it until they’re ready to share. As for feeding, he doesn’t ask. He knows it’s probably random humans being drank from and he doesn’t really wanna know about that. When it comes to drinking from him, the answer is no. I know I’ve said no for all of the, but I don’t think any of them would like being someone’s source of food. Plus it would tire them out and they have to be at their peak at all times.

Tomas isn’t sure if he wants the bite. He’s someone who is also comforted by death and the idea he’ll see his lost loved ones at some point. At the same time being a vampire would be cool and it’d let him spend forever with the person he loves. The answer would be no at first, but as he gets older he knows he has to make a choice. He’s just not sure what that choice will be. He’d give himself a time limit. Something like “I have to make a definite decision by the time I’m 40”.

Adjusts to it easier than the others. He has 100+ questions to ask but it’s Tomas so who’s bothered?

Overall, they still care for their partner and end up keeping them around even if it’s for different reasons. These men have magic. A set of fangs may spook them but they’ll get over it

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idontknowreallywhy · 7 months

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Stars Are Only Visible In Darkness

A scene thrown down in my lunch break. I’m still not particularly confident writing Serious things but this was inspired by two things -

A song on the Scott playlist shared by @lenfantdeverone this morning - Battle Cry by Imagine Dragons which has some lovely angsty chord sequences, gorgeous vocal melody and the cracker of a line that is the title of this little ramble.

The most excellent @sofasurf who is constantly encouraging and has clearly slightly broken my brain with her angsty-ptsd-Scott writing. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right? Here is a weirdly dark birthday present for you… 😘

It’s established fanon that Scott ended up as a POW in Bereznik while in the Air Force, but how did that happen? One possible version of events…

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Fear and fury danced a tango through his veins as he watched the khaki-clad thugs surround the small group of children and a woman he guessed was perhaps their teacher? An impromptu lesson in how to calmly stand up to playground bullies was underway but this particular gang was armed and accountable to nobody. One of them laughed with a coldness that sent ice rocketing down his spine.

He tried to tear his eyes away and move on. But his body was deaf to his logical instructions and so he waited.

It had been nearly 44 hours since he had been spiralling towards the ground with both engines aflame. He hadn’t stopped moving since his parachute caught on a rocky outcrop and arrested his fall with a jolt he was still feeling in his shoulders. He’d dodged the roving bands of soldiers and all the locals too - for how could he know who to trust? And even if he could, he’d only endanger them further. He’d crept slowly but surely towards the local town - hoping for somewhere to hide, food to steal, maybe some kind of weapon more useful than the short length of crumbling iron railing he carried and then… Well. A plan of some kind.

The town had been used as a shield for the local militia and everyone who lived there was effectively imprisoned in their own neighbourhoods. From the moment he’d entered through the heavily guarded gates clinging to the bottom of a truck he wondered how any of them were still functioning.

The devastation and oppression he had witnessed had crept under his skin like a poison he knew he couldn’t outlive. He would carry it for always now.

The latest Allied onslaught had meant half the place was in ruin. The residents were stoically keeping on going as best they could with what remained… as well as the makeshift medical centre he’d clocked a handful of shops, a tiny church and the primary school across the square from where he crouched among those that were still welcoming people through their sandbagged doors.

As for the rest… well… at least all the rubble and mostly-collapsed buildings provided shelter for one who knew how to use it. He’d slipped from shadow to shadow.

Watching, listening.

And it had paid off. His grasp of the local language was basic but he knew some key words and because of that he knew a cargo plane of armaments was due to arrive at the playing-fields-turned-airstrip on the other side of town in 2 hours. All he had to do was get there unseen, stow away until the ship was airborne again and then overpower the single pilot with the sedative that was the sole item left in the micro first aid kit stowed in his left thigh pocket.

The plan kept him upright when the despair surrounding him dragged his bones towards the ground.

The teacher crouched and addressed her flock with a gentle but emphatic tone as the soldiers jeered behind her. One lad shook his head, horrified, and one of the taller girls frowned and grasped her by the arm. She was shaken off and the trembling woman barked a one-word command that echoed through the courtyard

“RUN.”

Even he knew that word. And his brain shrieked at him to obey…

Seconds ticked by. Each one should have been taking him closer to that airstrip. He had a home to get back to. Brothers to get back to. Dad, Grandma, the farm. That cute librarian he’d promised to meet for coffee when he returned from duty. The smell of maple pancakes and bacon. A thousand sunrises. Hugs. Probably a medal and recognition as a war hero.

He had a life to live…

But so did the woman not 30 feet away, who was now stiffening her spine and lifting her chin in defiance to impossible odds.

She was more of a hero than Scott would ever be, the quiet, un-showy type only visible when everything else became so desperately dark. The kind that made the world worth saving.

He tightened his grip on the rusty metal bar and stepped out of the shadows into the square.

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Ok a TBC did happen and got a bit massive…

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mochiimadness · 1 year

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Uhh if you’re available, can you do the turtles’ s/o as a jiganshi (a Chinese zombie girl) and how they would react if she could fight?

Also I love ur fanfics omg❤️❤️

Hello! I did a little bit of research before writing this, if I have gotten anything wrong or if this offends anyone, please let me know so I can fix it! I did play up the supernatural aspect more, mainly the addition of super strength that most forms of zombies seem to have.

I wasn't sure which version you wanted, so I went with the Rise!Turtles, hope that's okay!

The Turtles with a Jiganshi s/o

Neon Leon

It's not every day you meet an undead person-

Much less end up with one as your s/o

Leo was admittedly shocked at first when he first met you

He ended up making jokes ofc- his go to coping method when something unexplainable happens.

"Pleased to eat you! Get it, cause you're a zombie!"

"...I actually don't eat people-"

"Oh-"

Slightly awkward first meeting aside,

You two ended up getting along great!

Sometimes you'd even help him with his zombie puns!

Since you sleep during the day,

You often end up spending time with Leo during his insomnia fueled late nights

You try to help him sleep, but when that fails, you two are happy spending time with each other.

Sometimes, he ends up having to wake you up during the day for various reasons

Enemy fights, watching a movie, pizza dinners-

Whatever the reason, he'd usually say;

"Hey, does waking you up count as raising the dead?"

Leo.

He has a point though...

Leo thinks that you're cool!

Though, he never expected that you could fight

Not that he doesn't think you aren't strong or anything-

It's just that, as a Jiganshi, your limbs are incredibly stiff.

He's seen you struggle to bend down to pick something up

And you literally have to hop everywhere because you can't bend your knees enough to walk.

So, when he saw you literally leap to his rescue, he was worried to say the least.

"Wait S/O don't-!"

Only- you're actually fighting these yokai with no problem???

While you may not be able to walk or run- your hops are incredibly strong

You're spinning with your arms straight out like some sort of zombie fan, smacking opponents away with surprisingly strong blows,

Leo's sitting there with his jaw hitting the floor

By the time you're finished smacking those yokai unconscious, Leo's barely gotten up

Who could blame him? He's in shock

"...So..."

"... you can weaponize the t-pose???"

Leo

He's not wrong though.

After his initial shock,

He's absolutely thrilled!

Not only can you fight, but the way you fight makes for a fun experience!

He definitely asks you to fight with them more often

Overall, you two end up having a blast!

Don Tron

Donnie couldn't believe his eyes when he met you

You are literally something from myths and fiction

A creature of science fiction even!

A living corpse!!

Of course, he had to speak to you-

And also ask some incredibly personal questions

"How is it that you're unable to walk, but can still hop?"

"Do you eat people and/or brains??"

"How did you reanimate???"

Donnie pls-

Q&A first meeting aside, you both end up bonding quite well!

You do answer any questions you can, and he does tone it down if it ever gets to be much

He's just excited!

As a Jiganshi, you're pretty nocturnal

Which works well with Donnie, as he usually stays up late building or just surfing the internet

When he found out that you usually sleep in a coffin, he was horrified

How could you sleep in something so uncomfortable??

He immediately built you a rather spacious coffin equipped with the softest sheets and pillows

It's like sleeping in a silky soft cloud!

Because you have to hop everywhere, and can't really lower your arms, he builds some mechanized leg and arm braces for you!

While it's still hard to actually bend your limbs, it does help a lot

Now you can actually walk!

It's still easier for you to hop everywhere though, but you appreciate the gesture and use the braces every now and then.

Like Leo, Donnie never really expected you to be able to fight.

It's not really something he ever really thought to think of- rightfully so

But one day, during a fight with the purple dragons- Donnie's tech had been turned against him

His brothers were still on their way, and Donnie was struggling against the onslaught of his own inventions.

Just when he thought he was about to be hit with his own weaponized drone-

You appeared from seemingly out of thin air-

Thankfully you had gone with him to receive a supposed 'Genius Award' (which ended up just being a trap set by the Purple Dragons)

You plummeted from the sky after leaping into the air, crashing down onto the drone-

It shattered

Donnie doesn't know whether to be impressed or devastated over the destruction of his beloved drone.

Until he realized you were quite literally fighting and smashing his battle made weapons with scarily ease

Effectively crumpling them like they were nothing but foil paper.

"OH MY BANANA PANCAKES!"

After the battle, and a few tears over the loss of his tech, Donnie was going a mile a minute

"How were you able to stop my tech so easily?"

"Due to always having to hop, have you somehow gained enough strength to leap that high?? Or is that a supernatural side effect???"

"Do you think you could possibly stop an oncoming vehicle-"

You may or may not end up fighting more often or getting roped into strength tests.

Mystic Mike

We all know Mikey is terrified of ghosts-

When he first met you, he had mistaken you for one

He may or may not have shattered nearby windows by shrieking

After clearing up the misunderstanding, and informing him that you were actually a Jiganshi, he's much calmer!

Though, at first, he's still a bit scared

"You won't try to uh- eat me- right?"

"Oh, don't worry, I don't eat people!"

Phew-

"I eat the qi (life force) of others!"

W h a t

After an existential crisis, and many, many reassurances that you wouldn't eat his qi (or his loved ones qi), you and Mikey get along well!

Mikey often hops along with you!

You both have challenges involving how high or far you can jump

Of course, you always win

Mikey does beat you during flips or harder parkour though.

Out of all the brothers, despite his fear of the paranormal, Mikey has no problems seeing you eat

He walked in on you once draining the life force out of a creature, and just smiled and asked;

"Hey, do you wanted to watch movies after you're done? I got the blankets and pillows ready :3"

Very supportive

When you first end up fighting in front of him, Mikey isn't actually surprised at the fact that you can fight

What surprises him is how well you can fight

He always knew you were strong, small instances of accidentally cracking the ground or chipping the wall never went unnoticed by him,

But you were surprisingly quick with your movements.

You're hopping around rapidly, confusing your opponent's then knocking them off balance

"Go S/O go!"

Mikey's cheering on the sidelines, watching you go

And of course, he's always there to watch your back just in case

Not that you need it often

But it's still nice to have him be there!

You two enjoy fighting together

Mikey often flings enemies towards you, which you knock aside or crash down on

The scariest part is that you two are usually smiling or laughing so sweetly with each other.

If this was an anime, would both have starry eyes and flowers surrounding y'all

Enemies sprint away

Big Red

Raph couldn't believe his eyes when he first saw you

You were just minding your own business, hopping along

The hopping might've been excused as something normal, maybe you just had a lot of energy

Or maybe you were doing some sort challenge

Y'know, something believable

But there was also the fact that you are a sentient zombie

Then again, Raph had seen stranger things in life.

After getting to know you, Raph fell hard.

If you ever get tired of having to hop around everywhere, Raph will gladly carry you!

Or if you have trouble reaching anything, he'll make sure to get it for you

Very kind and considerate

Not that he doesn't think you can do things on your own,

After all, he knows you're more than capable of handling your own

But it's nice to have help every now and then

And if it ever gets to be much, let him know!

He won't get offended and backs off

Just wants to make sure you're doing alright ^^

Being the big ol' worrywart that he is,

Raph is concerned about you being anywhere near a battle

Much less being in one.

He won't lie,

He never expected that you could fight so well

You have trouble grabbing snacks that are too high or low for you to reach

So how would you fare in a fast pace battle??

It was a huge shock for Raph when he first saw you fight

"Wait- S/O get outta of here! It aint safe!!"

Genuinely thought he wouldn't be able to reach you in time

You were about to be sent flying!

But you ended up sending the mutant flying instead???

Cue Raph staring, frozen, in shock

Turns out, you're more than capable of fighting

And damn can you fight!

You're dodging and weaving,

Getting mutants to accidentally hit themselves instead

Then hitting them with a powerful flying kick!

Raph's jaw drops as the mutant goes flying through a wall

After the fight, he profusely apologizes for thinking you couldn't fight

"I really hope I didn't offend ya! I swear that wasn't my intention-"

Very sweet and genuinely worried that he offended you

After that, he's never once doubted you couldn't hold your own

In fact,

You two often fight together!

You both end up causing a bit of property damage...

But you two are smiling at the end of the battle,

So, no worries about the rubble around y'all!

Hello! I hope you enjoyed ^^

This was my first time writing about another cultures folklore creature that I wasn't super familiar with (ex: the kitsune), so I hope I did alright.

If I wrote anything wrong, please let me know! I did my best to include some of the details I read when researching the Jiganshi

Reblogs appreciated :3

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