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strniohoeee · 6 months

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Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N hates when Chris does stupid shit and brings her along. This night however it didn’t end up how they thought it would 🚔

Warning⚠️: SMUTTTTTTTTT. They was fucking in a holding cell…dirty HOES anyways ENJOYYYYY

Song for the imagine: Deceptacon- Le Tigre

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

I love Chris with my whole heart, but sometimes he can be a fucking idiot. He does stupid shit that could get us in trouble yet doesn’t seem to care. He’s like a reckless child trapped in a grown man’s body

I always yelled at him for it, but he didn’t care clearly. He had this bad habit as of recently where he takes me out with him. I’m thinking we’re doing something cute, but then he starts pulling these shenanigans

I’ve given up. I just stay in the car and ignore him for the rest of the night because we’re 21 not 15, and this hooligan bullshit had to stop….

This brings us to right now it’s midnight, and I’d prefer to be sleeping or watching a movie, and what does Chris want to do? He wants to go be a fucking idiot, and I agreed like an idiot

He didn’t tell me what he had planned, but I knew it was bad. When he didn’t tell me his plans it usually resulted in crazy shit happening that could get us arrested.

“Chris, where are you taking us?” I asked him

“Somewhere fun come on baby lighten up” he said winking at me

“You know you’re going to get caught soon like this shit has to stop” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Babyyyyy come on live a little don’t you like the thrill” he said looking over at me

“Yeah I like thrill….like a rollercoaster or ziplining not illegal shit” I said

“You know me! I’m safe we won’t get caught I promise” he said

“Whatever….if you get arrested I’m ratting your ass out, and you can stay in jail” I said hugging

“I won’t get caught, but nice to know you have my back” he said sarcastically

He drove for another 20 minutes before he pulled up to what looked like an abandoned building from where he parked.

We got out and started to walk to the building, but it looked new

“Chris what the fuck are you doing this is not abandoned” I said to him

“I’m sure it it, I’ve been scoping this place out for a few days, no one comes in and out” he said

“Scoping out your next stupid activity is bizarre” I said annoyed

“Just come on” he said

We walked through some fences, and finally got to the building

“Alright baby let’s have some fun” he said pulling out spray paint cans from his sweatpant pockets

“Chris where the fuck did you get those, and how did I not see” I said looking at him

“Don’t worry about that, just have some fun” he said giving me the pink spray paint

I reluctantly took it, and we used our phone flash lights to illuminate the wall

Chris went straight in with his red spray paint just spraying dumb shit all over the walls

“Really a dick?” I said rolling my eyes

“Don’t cramp my style babe I’m just having fun” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Whatever” I said and began to paint the wall too

I wanted to hate this so much, but it was so much fucking fun just spray painting random shit on the walls

Suddenly we heard the leaves crunching in the distance

“Chris someone’s here” I said stopping

“No they aren’t it’s probably an animal” he said continuing to paint

“I don’t know I’m getting scared” I said looking around but not seeing anything

“Stop being a pussy” he said laughing

“HEY WHOS THERE” we hear a deep voice yell

“Chris you fucking idiot” I said in a whisper yell

“Shhh” he said pulling me in and turning his flashlight off

“You didn’t check if this place was surveillanced by cops” I said

“That I didn’t do” he said

“You’re so fucking stupid” I said to him

“Shhh I think they left” Chris said trying to listen

It got really quiet and we thought the close was clear, until suddenly a cop appeared flashing his bright light at us

“STAY RIGHT THERE” he yelled

Chris and I looked at each other

“RUNNNN” Chris said

All I know is Chris grabbed my hand and pulled me. We were running through the pitchblack

“I TOLD YOU, YOU WOULD GET CAUGHT” I screamed at him as we ran

“SHUT UP WE HAVE TO GET AWAY FROM HIM” Chris yelled

We saw street lights and a road, so we ran that way and once he was off our trail we’d circle back around to Chris' car.

We ran towards the street, and as we ran squad cars circled us, and four cops came up behind us with their guns drawn

“FREEZE PUT YOUR HANDS UP” one screamed

Chris and I both threw our hands up in the air looking at the cops

“DROP TO YOUR KNEES” one yelled

“Is that necessary we have our hands up” Chris said

“CHRIS SHUT UP” I yelled and started to get down on my knees

Chris didn’t though, and one cop tackled him down causing him to scratch his face on the pavement

“GET DOWN I SAID” he yelled at Chris

“HEY GET OFF OF MY BOYFRIEND HE DIDNT DO SHIT” I yelled as another cop got on my back bringing my hands behind my back

“Both of you shut up before you make it worse for yourselves” they said

“Chris Chris just relax let them arrest you” I said to him

They eventually got us cuffed and picked us up putting us in their squad car

“You’re so dumb” I said not looking at Chris

“I thought we had that” he said

“Yeah well we didn’t, and now we’re arrested, and your face is cut up” I said shaking my head

“I’m sorry” he said

“Yeah you should be I can’t believe you right now” I said rolling my eyes

They drove us to the precinct where we got our mugshots taken and our fingerprints done.

“You guys will be held in a cell block till we hear from the company you vandalized, they can press charges or they can drop them, and as of right now your bail is set at 1,000 each” the officer said bluntly

“This is bullshit” Chris said

“Should’ve thought about that before being idiots” he said smiling at us

“Can I get patched up for the cuts?” Chris asked

“Mmm nurse is off duty right now maybe in the morning” he said chewing his gum like an asshole

“Do I get a phone call?” I asked

“One call” he said

I had called Nick explaining what Chris got me into, and what our bail was set at. They said they’d see what they can do while we all waited for the company to get back to the officers

Chris and I were the only ones in the cell block yet they put us all the way in the last one

“I’m not supposed to put yall together, but you seem harmless” the guard said locking the cell

“Thanks for that how sweet” Chris said sarcastically

“Chris shut the fuck up for once” I said getting annoyed

“As long as you keep your hands to yourself, and watch that mouth of yours you guys can stay in here” the guard said

“Thank you sir” I said nodding my head and sitting down

“My face hurts” Chris said wincing

“Good I hope it does” I said rolling my eyes at him

“The way you tried to defend me earlier was so hot” he said looking at me

“Not now” I said bluntly

“My girl fighting for me….Ouu swore I got hard” he said winking at me

“We’re in a fucking prison cell, and all you think with is your dick….classic Chris” I said rolling my eyes

“Come on baby…..don’t you find any of this hot” he said

“No” I said

“Us running from the cops and being arrested. I don’t know seeing you in handcuffs was pretty hot” he said sitting next to me

“Your face being cut up and bleeding is the only hot thing” I said looking over at him

“Ouuu she finds bloody men hot” he said winking at me

“You’re so horny all the time” I said laughing

“I can’t help it” he said

“You think we could fuck and get away with it?” He asked

“First off no and second off that’s disgusting LOOK WHERE WERE AT” I kind of yelled at him

“Oh come on baby you can ride, and you won’t touch anything” he said

“You’re a dog” I said scoffing at him

“So is that a yes?” He asked looking at me

“Uhh fine only because you’re hot” I said

I got up and straddled his lap kissing him and running my hands through his hair

“We have to be really quiet though” I said to him

“Yes baby anything for you” he said kissing my neck

He came back up and continued to make out with me as I grinded down onto him

“Fuck Chris” I said biting my lip

He kissed my neck as he ran his hands up and down my body occasionally squeezing my ass and breasts

“Chris I need you now” I said grinding on his erection

“Me too baby” he said with half lidded eyes

I got up and removed my sweatpants leaving my underwear on so he could just push them to the side

Chris lifted up to pull his sweats down, and just pulled his dick out of his boxers

“Spit baby” he said stroking his dick

I leaned over and spat on his dick as he stroked his dick

I got back on his lap, and he slip my panties to the side

“Ready baby?” He asked

“Yeah” I breathed out

I slowly slid down onto his dick feel full

“Fuckkk” He whispered out

I slowly started to bounce up and down on him

“Shit Chris this feels so good” I said throwing my head back

“You’re such a dirty girl” he said rubbing my ass

“Shut up” I moaned out

I continued to bounce on his dick and making out with him to silence our moans. I then started to grind on his dick to allow my clit to get stimulated

“Shit Chris I’m going to cum” I said in a whisper grinding harder as he gripped my ass harder

“Come on baby you got this” he said helping me grind harder

“Fuckkkk” I said as my jaw fell and I started to grind down harder

“I won’t be able to hold out much longer” he whispered to me

“Okay okay” I said grinding on him

He brought his hand down to my clit and started to rub with his thumb

“Shittttt” I said shutting my eyes hard

“I’m cumming baby I’m cumming” I said as my mouth fell slack and fell into his chest, my legs shaking as I came all over his cock

“Come on baby you gonna swallow for me?” He said helping me ride out my high

“Yes baby” I said in a whisper

He helped me off of his dick, and I got down to my knees as he stroked his dick, his mouth falling slack as he covered his mouth cumming on my tongue, and I swallowed every last drop

“Fuck you’re so good to me” He said rubbing my cheek

“Always for you baby” I said standing up, and putting my sweatpants back on

He put his dick back into his boxers and pulled his pants up. I got up and laid down on the bench next to him laying my head on his lap

“You better never ever do this shit again” I said looking up at him

“I promise I won’t no matter how hot Jail sex is” he said laughing

“You pervert” I said playfully smacking him

“I’m kidding I won’t trust me I learned, I hope they don’t press charges and I pray Nick and Matt bail us out” Chris said leaning his head against the wall

“Yeah same” I said

We kept talking until we both dozed off

“ALRIGHT Y/N AND CHRISTOPHER YOUVE BEEN BAILED OUT” we heard a guard yell

We immediately jumped out of our sleep

“Shit what time is it” Chris asked rubbing his eyes

“8AM, let’s go” the guard said gesturing with his hands

“Okay yeah” we both said scrambling to our feet and following him

He brought us out to the front where we signed some papers, and we walked outside to see Nick and Matt waiting for us

“Ayyy you guys came” Chris said hugging his brothers

“Yeah you owe us $2,000” Matt said hugging him

“What the fuck did you do” Nick said

“This idiot decided to be an idiot at the wrong place” I said to them

“Typical Chris, come on let’s had back to the house” Matt said

We got in the car and headed back to the house where we showered and had to go back and get Chris' car from the building. What an interesting life I was living with Chris

The End

Alright this was for my bestie, but I hoped all your guys enjoyed this😏🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplet smut #Christopher sturniolo smut #smut #Spotify

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cherryjuiceblues · 1 year

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for the sleepover!!

just a cute little midnight snack fluff blurb. y/n can’t sleep and goes downstairs to make her fav midnight snack— H wakes up and finds her downstairs and finishes making it for her 🥹🥹🫶🏼 no rush at all and it’s totally okay if u don’t get to it!! xx

✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.

You’ve been staring at the side of Harry’s face for longer than you know, long since giving up on attempting to sleep and instead trying to make out your boyfriend’s pretty features in the dark. You don’t know why you’re struggling so much tonight but, it seems no matter what you do, your brain just won’t settle.

You’d considered waking Harry up but immediately dismissed the thought, frowning at the idea of disrupting his sleep. And after tracing his face with your eyes a multitude of times, feeling no closer to falling asleep, you decide to get up. You don’t breathe until you’re sure you haven’t woken Harry, engulfing deep breathes once you reach the kitchen, the tiles cold on your feet. Something warm in your tummy ought to mellow you out a little, you think.

Everything seems to make so much more noise when you’re trying to be quiet, the pot you’re extracting from the cupboard making you wince as it clatters against something and the lid you nearly drop scraping against something else. As the water boils (run from the apparently deafening tap) your body deflates—exhaustion more prevalent now that you’re up, and you rest yourself against the counter, head hanging low. Your eyes fall shut and despite the discomfort of standing you nearly drift off, until you hear the telling noise of bubbling water and force your eyes open.

“What’re you doing up?” A tired voice sounds behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, whipping around to see a dishevelled Harry. You frown. “Don’t be too pleased to see me,” he says sarcastically, scratching at his jaw.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, m’sorry.” You let him pull you into a hug as he walks over, chest hard and warm.

“My body was missing you,” he drawls, and you smile against him. “Get hungry?”

You nod, “Couldn’t sleep,” speaking into his skin. “M’making cheesy pasta.”

Harry hums and fiddles with the hob behind you—probably turning it down. Still wrapped up in his arms, you go to turn but he stops you.

“Lemme. Go sit.” And you want to argue but you’re too tired. So with delayed steps you totter over and lift yourself up onto the counter opposite Harry and the hob; probably a bad idea considering you might fall off it if you drift off, but once you’re up, you don’t want to move.

Harry potters about and you watch him with eyes half-lidded. Gaze as he takes out the pasta and pours an appropriate amount into the pan (you would’ve cooked enough to feed a family of four, most likely) and then as he grates some cheese to make the sauce. It’s a meal he makes well, experienced in the cooking of it whenever you need comfort food. Your eyes shut once more and you’re too gone to panic about where you’re sitting as the delicious smell of cooking lulls you to sleep.

“Hey,” Harry whispers, suddenly in front of you, hand on your knee. Well, you think it’s sudden but then you realise you’re just waking up. He’s holding a finished bowl of cheesy pasta and you perk up considerably, wiping the tiredness from your eyes.

“Mm, thank you,” you hum, reaching out to grab it with slow movements.

Harry pulls it away, removing his hand from you to hold the fork. “I’ll feed you, baby, y’can close your eyes.” You smile up at him, heart full, even though you shake your head in a way of saying you’ll keep them open. Harry knows you won’t. He stabs a couple of pieces and holds them up to your mouth that you open gratefully, eyes shutting immediately at the soothing warmth and taste. You try to reopen them, you do, but Harry reassures you. “Don’t fight it, love.”

He means it in the most sincere and caring way, but he also takes the opportunity to feed himself some, free of your inevitable grumbling and pouting (“Don’t eat my food!” He can picture you saying, before replying, “I made it for you, brat.”).

Once the pasta is all gone, and you are ninety-five percent asleep, Harry sets the bowl down quietly in the sink and scoops you up into his arms—your legs cling to his waist, and your arms to his neck, like the true depiction of a sloth.

When he lays you back down in bed, it takes you all of five seconds to sink into a happy and satisfied slumber, this time with Harry the one to watch your face before he too, falls asleep.

sleepover tag!

#cherryjuiceblues sleepover #blurb night #harry styles #harry styles blurbs #writing #harry styles x reader #soft!harry #softrry #bf!harry #harry styles imagines #harry concept #keepdrivingkisses #concept

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ofallthingsnasty · 1 year

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What about a himbo yandere he seems so nice and well stupid to be dangerous so you let your gaurd down surely he coudnt do any harm and meanwhile the dumb himbo is writing down plans to take you home and preparing his basement for you

omg I LOVE that this! Although the mental image of some random himbo cranking out some crayolas and trying his best to work out a proper plan to get me into his basement is hilarious to me 😂 This is so good omg thanks for gracing me with that thought! And requests are open!

word count: 1.1k tags: gn reader, yandere and everything it might entail, nsfw in those last few sentences, kidnapping, minors dni

The thing is: is he really scheming? He probably didn't even get the idea to turn you into his little basement spouse until he saw it in some movie. Up to that point, he just thought he was extremely overprotective of his crush - maybe with a little sprinkle of jealousy. Something really clicked when he watched some fictional character locking their love interest away to be able to protect them from all the harm in the world... What a brilliant idea! Watch him draw mindmaps and stick-figures on printing paper, fevershly trying to figure the logistics of his own little operation - and then giving up halfway through, haha. In general, it's confusing as all hell to him, all those big feelings. He can't stop thinking about you, how fragile and powerless you are in this big, dangerous world and just how much it'd break his heart if anything ever happened to you. You can probably see the cogs in his head turning while he’s trying to figure this out - he knows very well that he likes you, it’s just the unexpected intensity of it all that sometimes becomes too much for his brain. How does he cope with it? He’ll become overbearing - always happy to help, always texting you, just wants to be around you all the time. He’s so handsy, too. You are already accustomed to his big bear hugs for greetings, now get ready to get lifted up into the air and twirled around and squeezed as if you were to dematerialize the moment he doesn’t touch you. He keeps you close while you’re out and about, maneuvers you around with a hand around your waist and shoulders, just acts like your big, overprotective boyfriend in public. And you? You probably don’t even notice it because he’s always been one to go for physical touches - him being a bit more intense isn’t that noticeable, really. Absolutely develops some form of cute aggression. No matter your stature or your height, when he sees you his one goal is to protect and guard - his hugs are just a little too tight, his grip on your shoulder a smidge too hard, his face a bit to close and eyes too dark when you talk to him. You don’t think much of it when it happens, just chalk it up to his bulky frame and golden-retriever-like over-excitedness. Once he has you locked away, you’ll see all those little details in a different light. Especially how happy he gets when you voice your discomfort or squeak in surprise when his touch gets too bruising. Definitely the type to hit you up with random texts after midnight, just to know that you’re there, sends you the oldest memes during the day and badgers you if you don’t answer them within an hour. He’s quite pushy and there won’t be a day he doesn’t try to hear from you, doesn’t matter if it’s in person or via text. He isn’t quite the stalker type, though. Yes, he’ll make sure to hang around your favorite spots, the place you visit on the regular but he won’t try to watch you shower. Mainly because it doesn’t occur to him. If someone or something is giving you a hard time, be prepared for him to knock on your door half an hour later, with your favorite snack in hand - he’ll try to make you laugh, always. And if it’s someone specific, don’t be confused when you don’t see them in days - he had to be a little forceful with them to protect you, alright? But he’d never tell you that, you’re just too precious and would probably even worry about them! All in all, he’s quite unassuming as a yandere, mainly because you’re used to his (a bit too nice) antics. The actual logistics of getting you into his literal basement? Still blurry to him, he’s a man of the moment, after all. He’ll take the chances as they arise and it solely depends on you - are you a little bit of a party animal, get drunk often, call him at 4 am from some club to pick you up, because he’s just such a good friend and you know you can always count on him? Then a head-splitting migraine won’t be the only thing you’ll wake up to a few hours later. Or are you more of an introvert, happy to spend your weekends on your own but enjoy hanging out with him here and there? Then a movie night might just turn into something entirely different. He won’t plan these things out in minute detail - rather, he’ll have a rough idea of how to get you. He’ll get there when he’ll get there - and should you be able to spoil his plans, he’ll definitely play it of as nothing and wait for another try. But once he has you - oh boy, he’ll be happier than a kid on Christmas Day. All wide, sparkling eyes and flashing smiles while you try to comprehend the situation, probably in tears, struggling to free yourself from the restraints he put on you. He’s probably severly underprepared for the first couple of weeks. You won’t starve or be neglected but watch him not accounting for things like your period (if you can get one), benign little illnesses you might catch, or even that you’ll probably won’t be happy with this form of arrangement (because, hey, he thought you were friends? And you loved him, too? He was so sure you’d understand.) Still, he gives you plenty of time to adjust. There is no use in hurrying, after all. The cute aggression I mentioned beforehand would absolutely get worse once he has you in his grasp, too. He’s like a toddler with an unhappy cat - you can try to fight your way out of his strong arms all you want, he’ll just hold you tighter and tighter until your joints pop and the air gets squeezed out of your lungs. He just can’t believe he finally has you and the need to physically squeeze you until you get dizzy and his muscles hurt gets too much sometimes. And while he’s patient, he gets quite... overzealous at times. I can see him almost, almost nonconning you because he’s just so excited. Definitely the type to masturbate in front of you, even as you squirm around with tears in your eyes - he isn’t doing anything to you, isn’t laying a single finger on you, right? But you have to understand that he has needs, too. And that you’re too sweet not to indulge in from time to time... You’ll definitely wake up with your face full of dried cum more than once because you were just to cute to pass up while asleep. All in all, I’d say a true himbo yandere isn’t the worst to have - he is neither cruel nor sadistic, genuinely loves you and doesn’t really want to harm you - but his strength runs away from him sometimes, along with his common sense.

#yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere himbo #yandere oc

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thatlovinfeelin · 1 year

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Where Do You Go? | four | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw

Your husband died in a training accident, unexpectedly. So what happens when you find yourself leaning on his best friend and wingman, Rooster Bradshaw?

Part One Part Two Part Three

You’re alone in bed one night when your phone rings. You fumble, trying to get around the mountain of pillows you put around you. It’s Rooster, calling you close to midnight.

“Roos, are you okay?” You question.

“Can I come over?” He asks quietly, almost heartbreakingly.

“I-” You look down at yourself, no bra, wearing one of Kurtis’ old shirts and worn out gym shorts. But you couldn’t say no to him even if you tried. Because he sounded like he needed someone, “Yeah…Yeah you can come over.”

You push your sheets and blankets away and make your way into the dark living room. The pictures that used to hang in the hallway were now safely put in a photo album. The walls still remained bare, with nail holes everywhere. Part of you was surprised you hadn’t punched a hole in the wall. Some days that’s all you wanted to do.

Day by day you were starting to learn to live with the pain though. Day by day it hurt a little less and a little less. The ache was still there, but not as pronounced. Though, part of you felt guilty for even trying to move on. Surely Kurtis would want you to move on with your life, but how could you find yourself starting to forget the little moments?

Sometimes you couldn’t even hear the sound of his voice anymore. You’d have to go digging in your camera roll to find a video of him just so you could hear his laugh again, which would cause you to burst straight into tears.

The knock on your front door pulls you away from the bare walls. You don’t want to leave Bradley out in the dark cold. He looked rough, bags under his eyes, hair all a mess. You wondered when the last time he slept was. The sight of him made your heart ache.

“Oh, Roos,” You mumble, wrapping your arms around him.

“I keep seeing it,” He whispers, voice cracking, “Every time I try to go to sleep, I just see it happen over and over again. It won’t stop.”

Your heart then breaks as you lead him inside. His hand is clammy in yours, but he holds onto you so tightly. You squeeze his hand, trying to silently reassure him that he isn’t alone in this. He has been there day in and day out to support you throughout all of this, now it’s your turn to be there for him.

“Come sit,” You said softly, dragging him into the living room and pushing him gently so he sits on the couch, “I’ll go make some tea. That always helps me.”

He does nothing but nod, gulping as he does. You aren’t sure how much good you can do for him, but you’re sure as hell going to try. He’s done too much for you not to try. You care too much for the man to not do anything to help him. Even if you have to hold him for a while until he can finally calm his mind, like he’s done for you so many times already.

You heat up the water on the stove and grab the box of camomile tea out of the cupboard. You’ve gone through more boxes of this than you’d care to admit. But it always puts your mind at ease when you need it, or calms you enough to make you go to sleep. Right now, you hope it does both for Rooster.

“Here,” You whisper, holding him the steaming mug, “Drink some of this. Should help.”

You settle in next to him, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it across your lap, snuggling into the cushions. He takes a slow sip of the tea and nearly hisses, not realizing how hot it was.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You swallow the lump in your throat.

The last thing you want to do is hear about how your husband died. You feel like you know enough, more than you should probably. You know that his engines somehow failed and the canopy didn’t open properly upon ejection and the blunt force trauma killed him on impact. He didn’t feel anything as his body fell to the ground and his jet crashed somewhere behind him. But you weren’t sure if you could handle hearing about it from Rooster’s point of view, but you would try for him. If he needed to talk, you would do your best to be an ear for him, and a shoulder too if he needed it.

“No,” he said quickly, “That’s the last thing I want to do.”

You nod and silence falls over the two of you once more. Your brain seems to be spinning, going around and around in circles. The silence almost hurts you.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a dog,” You announce quietly, “It’s hard being here alone. We talked about getting one before… I think I want a big fat English Bulldog.”

“You always did like them,” He nods, “A dog would be good. Someone to keep you company.”

You smile sadly. The house is too quiet without another person here. The bed is too cold and empty, which is why you pile almost every pillow you own on it at night now. Just so you can feel like there’s someone, or at least something, else in the bed with you. You feel like it’s pathetic in a way.

Sighing, you reach over and brush some of his hair from his forehead, “You know it’s not your fault, don’t you?”

You’ve never asked him. Nor have you ever insinuated that the accident was his fault. How could it be? The jet engine failed, no one could have expected it. Pre-flight check was normal, even the investigation showed that no one was at fault. Nothing could have prevented it.

“I know,” his voice is hoarse as he speaks, still looking down at his mug, “I just-”

He stops, taking a deep breath before a long drink of the tea. He licks his lips, and shakes his head. Almost like he can’t finish the sentence, or maybe doesn’t want to. You feel like you’re walking on eggshells, and you wonder if he feels the same way.

“You what, Roos? Talk to me,” You start rubbing his back, trying to coax him into saying something, or anything really.

You can feel that he’s bottling it all up, and you know how that ends. In your case it’s always messy and sometimes bloody, it’s horrible and frightening. Nothing good comes from bottling something like this up, just waiting for it to burst.

“I feel like I should’ve been able to stop it,” He sighs, finally finishing his thought, “I know there’s nothing I could have done….but I feel like there should have been something…anything.”

You wrap your arms around him. Your heart breaks open again when he makes a sort of wounded sound, “Roos, there’s nothing you could have done. No one could have stopped it.”

“You lost your husband that day,” he mumbled, “And no one could have done a damned thing to keep him safe. I’m his wingman, I was supposed to have his back up there. My job was to bring him back down to you.”

Tears well in your eyes, “You did do that, Rooster, you did that so many times. I know there are missions that he wouldn’t have made it home from without you. Please, god, please don’t blame yourself for any of this.”

“Aren’t you mad?”

“Of course I am,” you reply almost instantly, “But being angry isn’t going to help anyone. He wouldn’t want us to stay like that.”

“He’d be cracking jokes about it,” Rooster laughs dryly, “So many fucking jokes.”

“You’re right,” You have the same kind of dry, breathless laugh, “He was good at jokes.”

“He always had us laughing up in the air,” He told you, “Always kept things light, even when we were getting ready to do something dangerous. He’d crack some kind of joke as we were loading up and have me nearly pissing myself because I’d be laughing so hard.”

“Sounds like Kurt.”

Tears prick your eyes. Rooster’s eyes are closed, his head hung low. You can feel the pain radiating off of him in waves. You want nothing more than to take away all of his pain. You’d take it on as your own if you could, for him you would endure it, just so he wouldn’t have to.

Something comes over you, so strange in nature. All you want to do is comfort him and make him forget. You want to forget too. Forget about missing your husband, forget about the emptiness and the ache you constantly feel. You want to forget about all of it.

“Roos?”

“Yeah?” He picks his head up, finally opening his eyes to look at you.

There’s something in his eyes, deep and hazel and shimmering. You swallow, feeling something twist in your gut. If you didn’t know any better, you would swear it was attraction and want swirling around. But it was too soon for something like that, right? Surely this was some sort of trauma reaction.

You shake your head, trying to clear it of those thoughts. You couldn’t have feelings towards Rooster. Out of anyone, he had to be off limits. He was your husband’s best man. Surely you’d go to hell just for thinking of him in that way.

Yet, something about the way he was looking at you made you want to lean in and kiss him. Would he taste like the tea or something else? Would his lips be as soft as they looked? Or would they be rough under yours?

“Stop looking at me like that,” He quietly pleads.

“Like what?” You question, furrowing your brows.

“Like you want to do something you’d regret,” He replies, eyes dropping to your lips for a moment, “Something we’d both regret.”

“Roos-”

“I can’t,” He whispers, setting down his mug on the coffee table.

Your hand is still in his hair. For some reason you can’t bring yourself to remove it. His hair is soft and fluffy, the curls all messed up from his attempt at sleep earlier in the night. You want to tell him that you don’t care, that you just want to know what it’s like with him. You never looked at him this way before, but that’s because you always had someone else to focus on. But it feels like you’re seeing him, really seeing him, for the first time.

“I don’t want to be alone,” You whisper, fingers running through his hair.

His hand comes up to gently cup your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbone, “I don’t want to be someone you’ll regret in the morning.”

You shake your head, “I don’t think you could ever be someone I’d regret. If nothing else, just sleep next to me, please?”

He takes a deep breath before speaking, “Sweetheart-”

“Please,” You beg, “Just for tonight. I can’t sleep in an empty bed. Please Bradley.”

The sound of his first name makes him break. Any resolve he has is suddenly gone. You look like you’re close to tears again and he can’t be the one to make you cry. He’s the one that’s supposed to stop you from crying, not cause you to. So he stands, holding out his hand for you to take.

“C’mon then,” His voice is so soft it fills you with a strange sense of warmth, “Let’s get you in bed. It’s late.”

You nod and let him pull you up. He leads the way to the bedroom this time, now knowing the way a little too well. He doesn’t say anything about your mountain of pillows taking up the other side of the bed. You feel as if he somehow understands why they’re there, and won’t mention it at all.

Instead, he slowly pulls each of them off of the bed and peels back the covers before pointing to your side, “Get in.”

“What, are you going to tuck me in?” You half joke.

“Yes,” He replied, “Always made me feel better as a kid. Now get in.”

Your chest feels warm as you climb into the bed and settle in. He smiled softly at you, watching as you wiggle around for a moment before finally getting comfortable. He brings the covers up to your chin, tucking you in a little before climbing into the bed next to you.

“Can you hold me?” You ask him, “Just for a little while?”

He nods before his arms pull you close to him. You have to fight the urge to sigh contently. Being held feels so good after all of these months. You didn’t know you could miss such a simple action so much. But you did. You missed being held and being kissed. You missed the lazy mornings with someone next to you. You missed Kurtis, more than you could ever explain, but you missed the little moments that you shared with another human being just as much.

“Try to sleep,” He whispered to you, “I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you.”

He hums, tucking your head under his chin. The warmth is still prevalent in your chest, begging for you to do something to let it out. But all you can do is just lay there as he holds you and makes you feel more like a human being than you have in four months.

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 44)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (39) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson Mini (3)

Masterlist (other parts here)

((**This is now my largest chapter at 7.5k. Enjoy!**))

YFN had instantly fallen asleep in her seat on the plane and woke to the jolt of the landing gear absorbing the impact on touchdown. She shook her fatigue away and took her phone off flight mode. 11:15am UK time. She gave a sigh of relief that the flight had been quicker than usual. She knew she’d been cutting it close with the flight time and instead of Ruby picking her up as planned, she’d told her to go to the stadium instead so she could get an Uber. It worked out well, because it meant she had time to speak to Jordan without feeling rude talking in front of Ruby.

She collected her bags and timed the Uber well, hopping in immediately as she exited the building. The stadium was thirty minutes from the airport so she’d be arriving just at kick off. She wasn't too concerned, though. Bridget and Emily were also in Manchester for a 1300 game between Man City and Brighton and were getting a bit more experience up onsite with Ruby at her game. She was lucky to have such good workmates.

She slid into the cab with a polite hello and found the only contact with a fish in it.

“Hey chicken! How was Barcelona?”

“Oh my god, Dory, it was amazing. Absolutely amazing. But I’m dead on my feet.”

Jordan laughed. “I’m guessing Lucy didn’t let you sleep much?”

“Don’t be cheeky. But you are correct.”

“How many hours are you running on?”

She counted. “I had two hours sleep on the plane so…about five hours?”

“What?!”

“I think…I remember we had a ‘midnight snack’ but that was about 4am so…”

“You’re unbelievable. Priorities, right?”

YFN chuckled. “I have no regrets beyond the struggle to walk-”

“Oh god! I don’t want to hear it.”

They both laughed together.

“How are you? Tell me everything.”

Jordan hummed and then proceeded to tell YFN about her dreams and the flowers and note that morning.

“Why didn’t you lead with that?!”

“I don't know. Good news before bad?”

“You think the flowers and note are bad news?”

“I don’t know. My head’s all over the place from the dreams. They were good and bad, but it’s just wrecked me emotionally.”

“I understand that…it’s not great for game day. Are you on your way there now?”

“Yeah, I’m on the bus. We have another hour and a half to go.”

“Well, you can’t resolve these emotions before the game because that would be a miracle. So how about you put a movie on and distract yourself? Don’t sleep, you won’t be able to.

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that to be fair…”

“Perfect. Have you messaged her?”

“No. I can’t do that today. Trying not to mess with my head before the game.”

“That’s all good, I was going to suggest maybe not responding until after the game.”

“You’re doing two games today, aren’t you?”

YFN’s mouth almost dropped open. “You have no idea how proud I am that you remembered that? I told you a while ago...”

“Oh, sorry, I should probably keep up my forgetfulness, right? Who are you again?”

YFN laughed. “I love forgetful Dory. She’s my favourite. Along with cuddly Dory. Football Dory though…jeez she’s terrifying.”

“I definitely will be today.”

“Get those emotions out, girl! Just don’t hurt anyone or get red carded please.”

“No promises.”

“As for your question, yep. I have the 1200 Man United versus West Ham game at Leigh and then the 1845 Arsenal versus Leicester game at King Power.”

“Oh that's right! Kyra…”

YFN had obviously told Jordan about Kyra. They both thought it was cute.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Our bus will drop us back at Villa Park about 7pm tonight…I can drive and meet you there?”

YFN could tell that Jordan needed comfort, and most of her friends were in London. She did the timing math in her head.

“You’d arrive about 8pm tonight with the traffic…how about you get a lift with my guy, Matt? He’s relocating to my game and then driving me back to Birmingham after it’s done.”

“Oh, yeah! That works out brilliant, that does. God, you’re so good at this logistics stuff. I just kick a ball around.”

YFN had a giggle at the visual image and messaged Matt. “And you look great doing it. Plus, you do more than that and you know it.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

YFN bit her lip as she thought a little. Jordan needed some love, and she knew just what to do. “What do you think about us asking Katie and Caitlin to stay the night? We’ll all finish up around 9pm in Leicester so they’ll have overnight accommodation. If I message them then they’ll have time for the team to cancel their room. They can come home with us.”

“Ohhh I didn’t think of that! See, this is why you’re the best.”

YFN grinned at the sound of genuine happiness in Jordan’s voice. She knew she missed them a lot.

She looked up and could see the stadium approaching in the distance. “I’m excited! Okay, I’m almost at the stadium. I’ll message the group.”

“Okay, love you!”

“Love you more. I’m so excited to see you tonight! Have a good game today, please. Smash it.”

They hung up happy and she opened a message from Matt that replied with an excited yes. Being a Villa supporter meant his dream just came true. YFN wondered how the car ride with them would be to Leicester and couldn’t help but be amused.

YFN then put a message in their little four-way group. Caitlin was usually the first to respond whether it be message or Instagram, and today was no exception. She’d answered an unequivocal yes for the both of them before she’d even stepped foot into the stadium.

The national anthems were playing just as she arrived and met up with her workmates. Bridget was running the boundary line, excitedly videoing the singing while Emily and Ruby were taking photos.

“Hey, Em.”

“YFN! Hi!” She gushed, wearing her purple and yellow Lumos hoodie. YFN was wearing Lucy’s hoodie so she opted for a beanie instead. “How was your flight?”

“I slept the entire trip,” she admitted with a chuckle.

Emily snapped a few shots of the starting line-ups.

“How are you and Bridget?”

“Oh, great! Yeah, we’re excited to be staying in Manchester tonight. Because we all have tomorrow off, we have plans to sight see and visit some family.”

They chatted for a little longer when YFN recognised the photographer from the last game she’d been to. The one who followed her home. She pretended to not notice him as she kept speaking to Emily and then made her way around the field to get a few good videos and say hi to Ruby and Bridget also. Bridget was running a mile a minute as she usually did, and Ruby mentioned that she had a date with Matt the next day. Ruby also ran a mile a minute, just with her mouth rather than her legs like Bridget. The whistle blew.

“Oh are those two already leaving already?” She asked rhetorically as Bridget and Emily waved on the way out. “Aw I didn’t say bye! Anyways, Matt said he’d take me on a date but I don’t know where-” she snapped a few photos and then cringed at the tackle she’d just captured, “-and I know it’s going to be amazing because we’ve been talking for a while now and…well not a while but since we all met and we were first partnered up-” she jogged further up the field to take another and came back when she was satisfied, “-and we’ve both been talking about supervising this next group of people coming in and we’re so excited for them to join us-” she took photos while YFN pulled her phone out to get a good Instagram video of Man United’s goal as they were both standing just a few metres from the West Ham goal. Goal number one, just three minutes in. YFN uploaded the video straight to their social media with an update on the score, “-and I just think it’s going to be amazing to have so many people with us. Is that guy staring at us?”

YFN turned to the photographer who’d been following her around the boundary, more focussed on her than the game.

“Yeah…just ignore him. He won’t hurt us.” She said, repeating what Catherine had said to her. Phone still on video mode in her hand, she pressed record but before she could lift her arm up to video him, they were interrupted.

“Now, now, physical violence isn’t my thing.” The voice teased from behind them.

YFN didn’t even have to turn, but she did out of polite habit as Mark stepped next to her, his eyes focussed on the game. She kept her phone on record and down near her body, but angling the mic towards him.

“Mark.”

“YFN. I hear you had a lovely trip up to Edinburgh to meet your…controversial leader.”

Ruby frowned, not understanding.

“He’s just teasing,” she assured. “Could you give us a minute?”

Ruby nodded and headed back up the field.

“So none of them know then?”

“What could you possibly be referring to, Mark?”

“Joanne.” He almost hissed. “That heartless woman.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Well let me be clear, then. I know your boss. She took something from me, so I’m going to tear her whole fucking business down.”

“Which business would that be?”

“The only one not protected by a board. Lumos. Her baby that she’s trying so desperately to hide. And you know exactly how I’m going to start?”

“By getting a photographer to follow me?”

He gave a grin that sent shivers down her spine. “Something along those lines.”

He handed her a large yellow envelope. Against her better judgement, she took it and looked inside. She found several printed photos of herself and Lucy kissing at the airport. The photos weren’t the best quality, they looked like they’d been taken on a phone, but still…it was disturbing.

She turned her attention back to the game as if she were unbothered. “Congratulations. You gave me photos of my girlfriend and I. You do realise that we are public? We have nothing to hide.”

“You don’t think that someone in your position dating one of the most famous footballers of all time is a conflict of interest? Let me give you some advice…people will care. Whoever Joanne has investing in her company will. And this is just the start. I’ll get more and more dirt on not just you, but your workmates also. I’ll drag you all into the fucking ground.”

She sharply breathed in. “You want to ruin a good thing for a little rivalry?”

“A good thing?” He scoffed. “Nobody wants to watch women play. Look around you. The stands are only filled with friends and family. As for everyone who works at Lumos…” He shrugged. “Collateral.”

YFN let herself look at him. He was determined and deadly serious.

“See that photographer? Get used to seeing him around. As for Joe…tell her I’m going to tear down her company before it even begins.”

It was a dominant display by Manchester United who ended up winning 5-0 with five different goal scorers. YFN felt for West Ham who she’d grown a soft spot for since her visit, and especially felt empathetic for their Captain, Mackenzie Arnold, a fellow Australian, as she was the goalkeeper. She couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been mentally after a game like that. You’d feel like it was all your fault while having to be the one to pull the team together.

A few of the players wandered over to her after the match, one being Mackenzie. She gave her a hug and surprisingly agreed to an interview. She interviewed her alongside Mary Earps, letting the two talk business. Mary didn’t exactly have a quiet game, she’d had shots that she’d saved and they both bantered about that, with YFN steering the questions when and where she wanted. The fact that they both pointed out the brilliance in several different moments of each teams and gushed over not just their team but the opposite was the exact reason she’d fallen in love with women’s football. After those two, she interviewed Kirsty Smith and Riko Ueki with Ella Toone and Lucia Garcia. The dynamics of who she put together were interesting and got the results she wanted. She felt like she was Graham Norton putting interesting guests on and leading them here and there with questions, making sure they each felt acknowledged and appreciated for their time and their skill on the pitch.

They finished up around 2:30pm and stopped for a late lunch and some quick editing and posts before they started their two-and-a-half-hour drive to Leicester for their next game. It was only early evening, and YFN could already feel herself getting tired.

As they got into the car, Ruby noted that and told her to get some sleep. She had no idea that Ruby could be quiet for long enough and was pleasantly surprised.

Just before she went to sleep, she sent the video recording of Mark’s voice to Catherine who she knew was busy with few royal duties, and then she fell asleep just after she put her phone on charge.

YFN woke to the loud sound of her phone ringing and she jumped, her face feeling half numb from the window. The car was stopped and she looked outside to Ruby who’d noticed her wake and gave her a thumbs up from the fuel bowser. She gave one back and answered the phone without checking the caller ID.

“YFN! Are you okay?!”

She recognised the voice immediately. “Cath- I mean. Joe? Wow, you really did a great job of sounding not yourself before we met.”

Catherine gave a light chuckle. “One of my secret talents. I listened to your video. Did he threaten you?”

“Not physically, just what you heard on the video.”

“He’s absolutely insistent and much more of a pain than I’d expected.” She sounded annoyed and that was amusing to YFN as she was always painted as the perfect Princess. “I’m so sorry. I spoke to Joe and even she is surprised. He will not hurt you. If you feel unsafe at all, I will hire security.”

“That’s okay, I think we’re okay for now. He seems to be all bark at the moment..”

“He is, I assure you. Also, there is no conflict of interest here. I’m aware of your relationship. We are not even covering her games yet and when we do, it is absolutely not a conflict of interest. The man doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I know you, I chose you for a reason and your judgement, and your actions won’t be compromised by your relationship. Not only that, but there’s nothing in which to base these allegations on just yet. I understand the implications that may occur with you interviewing her and potentially being seen as biased, but I’ve seen your work, I’ve seen you interview friends and colleagues without that bias. I chose carefully.” She sighed. “My plan was for us to build your reputation in the field so high it would surpass any of these allegations before they even occurred.”

“I appreciate the support, and I promise that anything to do with Lucy or her team against another team will not be an issue. I want everyone and every team to be represented, regardless of if they’re against her or not.”

“Perfect. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, I think. In the meantime, you don’t need to hide your relationship. I’d never ask or expect that of you.”

“Thank you…also I’m assuming part of your security check on us is that you look for anything controversial which may be used against us like this?”

She hesitated. “Yes. I don’t like it, but we need to protect ourselves and the business from any potential threats…”

“I understand, and I agree.” Ruby hopped back into the car then with a grin. “You have my support…Joe.”

Catherine took the hint. “He won’t find anything controversial on the other employees because there is nothing. We just need to stay a tight knit group and continue our jobs.”

“Copy that, will do. Would you like me to send out a group memo about him?”

Ruby started to drive again.

“Yes, absolutely. If you don’t mind, I’ll write it and you send it?”

“Perfect, that saves me the work.”

“Lastly, the office won’t be ready tomorrow.”

“Oh?” Her interest peaked at that. She could be with Lucy on her day off. Jonatan had been giving her more days off with her knee. She only had to train four days this week, Tuesday to Friday.

“It’s all related. Mark somehow managed to talk to the local council…anyways I’m sorting it. It’ll be ready by Wednesday, I promise you.”

“Okay. That’s perfectly fine. I’ll meet up with the real estate agent and then the original ten of us will settle in and prep for the new group to arrive.”

“I thought it would be best to start the new group on Thursday instead because of the timing with the office date moving, but I wanted to check with you first to make sure you weren’t losing too much preparation time with them for the next round?”

YFN thought about it a little. Their first game was Saturday, and it was the only one. Catherine had gotten permission for ten employees at that game which allowed her to send two original crew with a full new crew to train. “I think Thursday will work. It’ll give us two full days to cover everything which is enough, and for eight of them, they’ll get experience on Saturday at Stamford Bridge. If I feel we need more, I’ll organise Saturday with the others not at the game to prep more.”

“Agreed! We think very much alike, you know.” It was a compliment that made her blush.

Catherine asked if she had any more questions before the call ended. She wasn’t surprised it wasn’t a long conversation, as she knew she’d been busy all day with regular duties and then Mark’s drama in the background. She couldn’t help but think about the possibility of booking a flight to Barcelona to spend the next two days with Lucy, as she knew she had the next day off. She could explore Barcelona with Narla and do a bit of work on the Tuesday while Lucy was training… She bit her lip and shook her head. Jordan needed her. Jordan was her priority. Thinking of, she looked up Jordan’s game which was almost finished. It had been fairly even all game and Jordan had been subbed on in the 65th minute, having a goal attempt in the 66th minute. YFN smiled as she watched Jordan running around, looking frustrated which was so opposite to her everyday self. Aston Villa were up 1-0 and she watched while Ruby listened to the end of the game. Multiple fouls were made by both teams. Aston Villa scored a second goal. A foul by Jordan at the 90 minute mark. And then it was over. Jordan had only played 30 minutes, but she’d made an impact. YFN sent Jordan a message saying how proud she was of her.

They arrived in Leicester around 5:45pm and stopped at a local café for another snack and a drink before the game. Being too early at the stadium meant boredom. They made sure to arrive around 6:15pm and set their equipment up, capturing the players during warm up. The Leicester players exited first to warm up and a few came over to chat. Luck have it, Courtney was one of them. Australians tended to flock together outside of Australia, she realised. YFN asked if she’d do an interview after the game and she agreed for the price of a hoodie. She liked Courtney and could see why Kyra did too. They were both cheeky.

“Hey stranger.”

YFN turned to see Leah’s smile as she stepped next to her. She was alone and not in kit, not quite ready to play after her ACL.

“Leah!” She smiled, pulling her into a hug. She liked Leah, regardless of her issues with Jordan, and she’d previously spoken to Jordan about their little growing friendship. She was okay with it, of course, otherwise YFN wouldn’t have been so forward. “How are you?”

“Oh mate, desperate to get onto that field, I’m telling ya.” She looked longingly at the pitch and then back to YFN. “I watched your interviews. They’re great! I don’t know why anyone hasn’t interviewed like that before.”

“The ones from last week?”

“Yeah and this morning. I loved it, honestly. I’ll be happy to do interviews anytime with you, just let me know.”

“That’s just given me an idea…” She hummed as she thought.

“Taking me up on the offer already?” She laughed.

“Actually I’ve been trying to work out different segments and ideas that would make us stand out from other companies….you’re not playing today. There are always players who are not playing but watching their teams. So it might be a good idea to get players willing to on the sidelines with us to interview and to film some of the snippets we upload with their own perspective and jokes and insight. Sort of like when you’re excitedly screaming motivation at the girls from the bench, but this time they’d be in snippets for our social media. It’ll promote the team and show just how supportive all of the players are with each other. Plus, I think it'd be hilarious.”

“Sort of like when they mic up the cricket players?”

“EXACTLY.”

“Put me in, coach. I love the sound of that. Plus, if it mucks up, you can just blame me.”

“You are 100% my scapegoat if it goes bad.” She laughed. “You’d be willing to today?”

She shrugged. “I have nothing else going on and I’m used to the camera so why not.”

“Perfect! Yeah, oh that’s so exciting-” She stopped and bit her lip as she thought of Jordan.

“What is it?”

“Um…maybe not today? Maybe next game?”

The frustrating thing was that she didn’t know yet if she’d even be at Arsenal’s next game. It depended on the roster.

“YFN, just tell me.”

“So…hm…here’s the thing…”

“Please don’t tell me this is about Jordan?” She asked, a little upset. “I was hoping that wouldn’t affect our relationship…”

“It won’t! Dory’s fine with us being friends. It’s just…”

“Spit it out, mate.”

“She’s going to be here in under an hour.”

She swore Leah paled. She definitely froze. “Oh.”

“Yeah…so she’ll already be with me on the sidelines for company.”

“She just finished a game…” she looked at her watch. “…so if she’s coming here I guess it’s to talk about us?”

“Leah…”

“She told you about this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She groaned and ran her hand through her hair. “Look, I don’t know your opinion on everything and I don’t want to drag you into it all, but I promise you I just want the best for Jordan.”

“And the best for Jordan is you?”

Leah held her eye contact. “Yes. Just…I know I don’t have the right to ask but I will. Can you please maybe tell Jordan it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to go with me this Friday night to the awards? I want to win her back, to be there for her but I can’t without opportunity to actually be around her.”

“I won’t convince her to do something she doesn’t want to…”

“I wouldn’t expect you to. Just…advocate for me? You don’t have to push it. Just…please?”

“I’ll have a talk to her,” she murmured.

“CHICKEN!”

The Arsenal players were headed out for their warm up and most were headed her way led by the Irishwoman who was being overtaken by a smiley, wavy Kyra.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. Also, I can still do that thing with you, I can be over the other side away from Jordan if she doesn’t want me near.”

“Thanks Leah, I’ll ask her about it when she gets here,” she replied with a smile.

“Ask who about what?!” Kyra asked as she landed on YFN’s back. YFN’s hands immediately caught her legs.

“Oof. You do realise I’m small, right?”

“Yeah, but I knew you’d catch me. When’s Nobbs here?”

A few of the Arsenal girls looked awkward because Leah was there. “It’s okay…” she assured them. “She’ll be here during the first half.”

“Okaaaaay.”

“Oh, also Kyra invited herself tonight.” Caitlin said as she wrestled Kyra off of YFN so she and Katie could give her a hug.

“Tonight? Where was our invite?” Beth asked.

YFN grinned sheepishly. “Our apartment isn’t big enough for the entire Arsenal squad…”

“I’m just joking, this one wants an early sleep anyways,” she said as she nudged Viv who looked unimpressed as usual.

“Aw what a granny!” Kyra teased.

YFN couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Viv’s face. Kyra giggled at her joke, ducking away from Caitlin’s motherly swat to the back of the head when a blue shirt appeared amongst the red and Kyra stilled.

“Hey…”

“Courtney!” YFN replied, making sure she didn’t feel left out. “Hey!”

Courtney looked around, her eyes finding Kyra and then tearing them away pretending she hadn’t looked at her. “Just letting you know Sam and Sophie are both good for the interview after the game. Do you know who it’ll be with?”

“Awesome! Yeah, I was hoping Beth and Frida would be up for it…”

“Me? Yes please! Not sure if I’ll be subbed on though,” Beth said eagerly.

Viv rolled her eyes. “She’ll be subbed on.”

“FRIDA!” Katie yelled.

“FRIDA!!” Beth yelled shortly after. Viv covered her ears and YFN chuckled at that.

The blonde spun around and jogged over. “Yes?”

Frida Maanum was a Norwegian midfielder who’d been with Arsenal since 2021. She was rarely chosen to be interviewed and softly spoken, so YFN thought it’d be great to involve her and help her confidence out with Beth who she could always rely on to talk if she didn’t.

“Want to do an interview with me after the game? YFN wants to know.”

Frida looked over at YFN with a polite hello wave. “It’s going to be with Sam Tierney and Sophie Howard from Leicester. You can absolutely say no if you want.”

“You want me?” She sounded surprised.

“Of course she wants ya, you’re amazin’.” Katie said with a playful grab of her shoulder.

“O…okay. Yeah.” She smiled at YFN which made the Australian feel good for asking.

“Aw, I’ll look after you mate! No need to be nervous!” Beth said loudly, extending an arm around her shoulder.

“So…Beth and Frida,” YFN said to Courtney with a smile. “And then you and Kyra. Is that okay Kyra?”

“Yeah that’s cool.” Kyra said, suddenly quiet.

Courtney’s eyes widened hearing that she’d be interviewed with Kyra. YFN knew it was sneaky of her but it was an opportunity for Courtney to reject the idea before she surprised her with her ex. Not that they were ever public knowledge.

“Okay. I’ll see you after the game.” She said, directed straight at YFN but she knew it was more for Kyra from the tone of it.

Caitlin and YFN shared a sheepish look.

“Come on girls, Jonas is about to kick our asses. Let’s get warmin’ up!” Katie ordered.

“If you see me shouting from the sidelines, it’s because I’m mic’d up!” Leah warned them and received some amused looks in return.

“You’d better not be focusin’ on my ass.” Katie teased.

Caitlin messed up Kyra’s hair. “You’d better be focusing on this one’s debut!”

They all jogged off and Leah turned to YFN.

“Okay boss, where do you want me?”

Jordan and Matt arrived just after 7pm, both with wide grins. Matt because he’d just spent a car ride with Jordan and Jordan because of YFN.

“Dory! Come here!” She took her friend in a hug big enough to lift the footballer off the ground and a few Arsenal fans spotted Jordan and shouted their love for her as she did so.

“I missed you.” She mumbled into Lucy’s hoodie.

“It’s been a day. Needy, hm?”

“I’m always needy.” Jordan grumbled as she put her down.

“I missed you too.” YFN chuckled before turning to Matt. “You look excited, mate.”

He was still grinning ear to ear and nodded.

“I think I tired him out with all the talking, to be fair.”

“I’m glad you two got on for the drive then. Matt, are you okay taking a few of us back to Birmingham tonight? If not, I can ask Ruby…”

“Yes!” He almost shouted and then cleared his throat. “Um, yes, of course. Who..?

“Uh Dory, Katie, Caitlin, Kyra and myself. Oh actually that won’t work… Ruby will have to take some of us anyways… maybe those three and I’ll ask Ruby if she can take Kyra and I.”

“Done.”

“How was the game?”

“Yeah, great. Noel and I got some great footage. A few of the girls were asking about interviews but I said we’d start next week.”

“Next week hopefully… and congrats on Aston Villa’s first win for the season?!”

“Yeah!” Jordan grinned. “I wasn’t on for long but I think I did alright.”

Loud noises from the crowd turned their attention to Leicester running towards goal. The ball was pushed out by Lotte for a corner.

“I’ll go record that.” Matt said as he ran towards the goal up the side of the pitch. Jordan spotted Leah behind the goal then.

“Leah…?”

“You had to have expected her to be here,” YFN teased.

“Well yeah but…is she recording with a phone?”

“I have her mic’d up for some footage. Trying something new out and she’s helping.”

Jordan frowned but her eyes remained on her, mixed emotions in her eyes.

The crowd went wild as Leicester scored from their corner. Jordan swore. The game reset.

“She really wants you to go with her on Friday..”

Jordan’s eyes flicked up to meet hers. “She said that? What else did she say?”

“Nothing you don’t already know… that she wants the best for you, she wants to win you back, and she wants an opportunity to do so.”

Jordan groaned. “I can’t. We rarely went to events together before. Now she wants to show me off to the world like I’m hers when I’m not?”

“I think she just wants a night with you, Jords…”

“Nope. No way. Unless she has another plus one and you come to chaperone us.”

YFN tilted her head. It wasn’t football but… “I could get an invite?”

Jordan spun back around. “You could?”

“My boss can 100% get me a ticket. Now, did you mean it?”

“I mean…” she looked over at Leah. “If you’re going, I will.”

“And is this really what you want?”

Jordan got a little frustrated and pouted, trying to think. She was a bundle of confused emotions and the dreams wouldn’t have helped. YFN put her arm around her and pulled her close.

“What do you think?”

“I think whatever this is, you need to resolve it. The best way to do that is communication. I think you should go. Sooner or later it’s going to be clear to you if you do or don’t want to have her back in your life.”

Leah looked over at the pair, her and Jordan looking at each other. She nodded. “I’ll go.”

“You’re sure?”

“I think I wanted to, I just didn’t want to admit it. Plus, you’ll be there now so it’ll be less awkward.” She grinned up at her.

YFN rolled her eyes and messaged ‘Joe’. Just as she finished the message, Leicester was surging forward, forward, forward, and tucked away their second goal. Two goals in two minutes. A terrible start for Arsenal.

Jordan settled next to YFN, following her and her camera around, watching the game intently. She always wanted the best for Arsenal. They had more of a catch up in between photos that she’d changed to as Matt was now doing the videography. YFN didn’t miss Leah off and on staring across at them just as longingly as she stared at the pitch she missed. Jordan and YFN gradually moved closer to Leah through that first half, though Leah ducked away to the change rooms for half time with her girls.

While it was half time, Ruby, Matt and YFN on worked on their footage while they talked.

“New office tomorrow?!” Matt asked excitedly.

“Oh…no. That’s been delayed until Wednesday. Waiting on approvals. New group are now starting Thursday.”

“You’re not going to Barcelona?” Jordan asked. “Doesn’t Lucy have tomorrow off?”

“You spoke with her?”

“Yeah she messaged me. I assumed you suggested it,” she laughed, “she’s terrible at messaging.”

“Not with me.” YFN winked. “Also that was all her, I promise.”

Jordan rolled her eyes and nudged her almost off her chair. “She misses you.”

“I was there this morning…”

“You miss her too.”

“Dory…” She groaned.

“No.” She said, putting her hand on the camera YFN was playing with which made her look up at her. Ruby and Matt shifted a little nervously as they could do nothing but listen. Jordan looked serious. “Don’t you dare stay here tonight just for me. You barely get any time with her as it is. She’s my friend too, and I like to see her happy. And you happy. And you’re both never as happy as when you’re together.” YFN opened her mouth to argue but Jordan continued. “Let me live vicariously through you. You’ve already done enough, I have Katie and Caitlin and Kyra tonight! They need a bed.”

“You’re kicking me out of our apartment?” YFN laughed.

“Only if you can find a flight.”

She put her camera down and took Jordan into a warm, long hug, mumbling into her. “I love you, Dory. You know that? If we’re both single in five years, I’m going to propose.”

Jordan laughed but they were both emotional. They just wanted the best for each other. “Okay but Blu will be ring-bearer.”

YFN laughed back into her and sat back, wiping tears away that she didn’t even know had formed.

“You’re putting Kyra on the couch?”

“I’ll let her share my bed if she shuts up.”

“She’s only small, she’ll be asleep before you all finish dinner. She tends to tire herself out fast, the little baby.”

“Little baby,” Jordan mimicked adoringly. “Now look for flights. I’ll message Lucy.”

“Or…how about we make it a surprise?”

“I love it! If she thinks you’re robbing her and knocks you out though, that’s not on me.”

She did wonder what Lucy’s reaction would be. She found a flight from Birmingham to Barcelona at 11pm.

“Won’t you need her to unlock the door?”

“I have keys…”

“You two are adorable.”

“I found an 11pm flight from Birmingham…”

“Do you think you’ll make that?!” Ruby asked. “I’m happy to take you…”

“That…sort of works out perfect because then the girls will all fit in Matt’s car. Um…the game finishes at 8:30pm. Interviews until 9pm. Arrive at the airport around 10pm. Cutting it close for international but it’s a late flight and nobody will be there… I think we can make it?” She shrugged and booked the flight anyways. If she didn’t make it, it wasn’t meant to be.

Jordan grinned. “Tell her to thank me when you get there.”

“Honestly, I’m probably going to be passed out from fatigue all day and not even get the chance.”

Her phone buzzed. It was the flight confirmation.

“Are you sure?” She asked Jordan. Sure, she’d already booked the flight, but it was cheap and she didn’t care. She wanted Jordan to be okay.

Jordan grabbed her around the shoulders and smiled. “I promise it’s okay. You’ve really cheered me up today and helped with my Friday night decision. Plus, I have the girls tonight. We both know you’ll just pass out anyways.”

“How dare you…” she laughed as the crowd began cheering loudly as the players re-entered the field. Ruby and Matt got to work. She stood to do the same when her phone buzzed again.

Joe: Done, they sent us through two invitations. Check your emails. Enjoy!

She grinned at the message and then at Jordan.

“What?” She handed her phone over and Jordan took it, an ecstatic look crossing her face. “Yes mate!”

She took her phone back and pocketed it, holding her camera up to take photos of the players as they ran out.

“One condition.”

“Anything.”

She jerked her head towards Leah who was wandering over to the pair. “You tell her.”

Jordan groaned. “Okay but at the end of the night. She can sweat until then.”

YFN chuckled at that.

Starting the second half 2-0 against them meant Arsenal had to push deep. And they did. Arsenal kicked six goals in the second half. Their first came at a hesitation from Courtney which YFN felt terrible for. She was next to Leah when that happened who filmed a mic’d up scream of joy from behind the Leicester goal as the shot went in. Slowly Jordan gravitated towards Leah more during the match, Leah managing to let her come at her own pace. The rest of the match was an absolute riot. Caitlin with an assist and a goal, Katie with an assist, and Kyra with multiple attempts at goal. She was shocked when she saw Courtney take Kyra down in the 83rd minute and wondered just how much of the history between them she didn’t know. The game ended 2-6 Arsenal. A complete second half dominance that had Leah screaming with joy on the sidelines. It turned out to be the perfect day to test the mic’d up segment, as she posted the live updates with video’s Leah had taken of her yelling at the girls running towards goal and screaming, turning the camera around on herself to show her celebrating. It was great content.

Regardless of the outcome, the Leicester players still came over for their interviews. First she had Sam, Sophie, Frida and Beth who actually did get some game time and almost a first goal since she’d come back from her ACL tear. Beth was the loudest, of course, and helped Frida to open up a bit. Frida had some back and forth with the Leicester girls talking about some of the plays including Sam’s goal. Overall, she was happy with the results of the interview, and how much the girls had come out of their shells.

Next was her interview with Courtney and Kyra who seemed equally nervous next to each other. They knew each other well though. YFN waited to sense the overall mood before she allowed herself to go in with some cheeky questions about Courtney’s tackle on Kyra, and Kyra’s debut. Her goal was to get them to start teasing each other, and it worked. At first, they didn’t want to address each other, and after a few comments here and there, it was more them talking and throwing cheeky comments to each other, and YFN could almost sit back and enjoy watching the show. She had to steer it a few times of course, both were young, but the tension between the two was obvious. For the sake of the viewers and their privacy, YFN made sure to make it known to the camera that they were teammates and brought up that they went to school together as justification which started a whole other line of questioning about their start in football.

Only when she was satisfied that she’d helped them break whatever awkwardness they’d previously had, did she end the interview, but not before she told Kyra how proud she was of her on camera for her debut. Courtney gave her a proud shove for that too.

Being Australians, and women, they all hugged their goodbyes, Kyra whispering a thanks into her ear. As they were packing up, she could see them still chatting as Courtney was being called away. She gave Kyra her phone and she typed into it what YFN assumed was her number. Courtney gave an awkward wave, obviously not knowing whether a hug was appropriate, and ran into the change rooms. Kyra turned to YFN with a grin and a little fist pump. It was adorable.

She looked past Kyra to where Leah and Jordan were standing, Jordan telling her she’d go on Friday. Leah’s expression flashed excitement before she contained it, and then it went a little shy as she pretended to be calm about it. They didn’t speak for long, just enough for Jordan to agree before she wandered off with Leah’s eyes following her longingly. She watched for a while until she met YFN’s eye and blushed, having been caught. She mouthed a ‘thank you’ to which she gave a smile in return.

“We really need to go.” Ruby stressed. She looked at the time and groaned. She only had time for quick goodbyes with everyone and a threat to Katie and Caitlin to not have sex in her bed. Katie seemed to enjoy the idea of the threat, to be honest, and that terrified her.

She rushed through security as quickly as possible and was the last person to board the flight, sweating and grateful she’d made it, though cursing herself for having to stay longer just to make sure Kyra and Courtney were good. As with her morning flight, she passed out immediately and wished she had a chance for a shower before seeing Lucy. Instead of a shower, she tidied herself up in the bathroom at the Barcelona airport when she touched down, changing her clothes and washing away the day. She brushed her teeth and did her nightly makeup routine, ignoring some funny looks. She sure as hell wasn’t going to let her skin suffer more than it already was with the change in weather between the UK and Spain.

Her Uber dropped her off at just before 3am and for some reason she was nervous, jiggling the keys Lucy had given her in her hands and playing with the little flags. At the front door she took a deep breath in and unlocked the door, entering as quietly as possible so as to not wake Lucy or Narla. She kicked off her shoes and left her suitcase in the entrance, not wanting to risk the wheels waking them. The smell as she walked into the house was home. Vanilla and bitter orange, and whatever the hell Lucy had been cooking for dinner. She swore she could even smell the big breakfast they’d had that morning. She looked at the trophy Lucy still had out and smiled, putting her phone on charge next to it before tip-toeing her way into the bedroom.

Lucy was quite literally dead asleep. She was on her back facing YFN’s side of the bed, one hand touching the pillow YFN had been sleeping on the night before. She was beautiful. She loved seeing her so vulnerable and herself. Her dark hair was spread out over the pillow, another thing she loved. Lucy with her hair down. She clicked the door closed quietly and snuck around to her side of the bed, avoiding Lucy’s collection of shoes around the bed. She carefully laid down and when she touched Lucy’s hand to move it, she jerked awake, her head rising and her eyes opening.

“It’s just me.” She whispered and put a hand to her cheek, coming closer so Lucy could see her better without her glasses.

“What? What?” She was dazed and confused, her body tense.

“Shhh. Shhhh.” She comforted and cuddled up to her, her head finding Lucy’s collarbone. “It’s okay, it’s just me. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“Little one?” She asked, unbelieving. “You…you’re here.”

Her arms wrapped around YFN tighter than they ever had before, holding her close to her body, her own body softening into her. “Is everything okay?!”

“Everything’s fine, Luce. I have the next two days off. I’m all yours.”

Lucy groaned happily and kissed her wherever she could reach.

“Sleep now, Luce.”

“You’re home,” she whispered huskily with emotion, her voice already fading.

“I’m home.”

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mrsnancywheeler · 2 months

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i’ve been stuck in my thoughts for ages about this so hear me out.

So we know about reader seeing Conway’s family when she gets back from the games- the way they stare at her, their beautiful son’s killer. but image reader seeing her friends for the first time when she’s back. Becket, Tallulah, ect (sorry if any of this is spelt wrong it’s midnight and for some reason my hands won’t stop shaking😭)

I think it would be so bittersweet for all of her friends. The sweet girl everybody in District 4 likes, the sweet girl who helped all of her friends in their time of need even if it wasn’t reciprocated, the sweet girl who survived. Yet, the same sweet girl who survived is the same one who deceived and killed her best friend.

I have no clue what her friends would even say😭 It’s obvious that there would be some people who couldn’t see her the same way, but her own friends?

Like I always imagine Beckett and reader to have a really close relationship pre-reaping. Cause i totally feel that Beckett is that one friend who has no safety awareness and would do the stupidest shit, especially if it was to get a laugh out of reader. I just imagine him to be such a goofy guy and Tallulah would always be the one to insult him for it. I can just imagine them as a cute lil trio, but the question is, would that trio fade into a duo after reader comes back home?

ITS SO SAD TO THINK ABOUT BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY SHE HAS FINNICK BUT SHE NEEDS HER BEST FRIENDS TOO😭

I can just imagine Finnick’s heart breaking as he watches his sweet girl get socially isolated when she comes back, he’d watch her say that she deserves it and his heart would just shatter. Never in a million years would she deserve it, loosing all of her remaining friends because they can’t fathom what it’s like to be in the arena. They can’t sympathise or understand at all because they just don’t have the experience she has, so they have to resort to the knowledge that they already know. The knowledge that tells them that she’s a monster because she deceived her best friend and then killed him, even if it was for survival.

PLEASE IM BEHHINH ITS SO SAD

-🌺anon

so I believe that district 4 gets away with so much because they're so rich and the Capitol can funnel in so much propaganda, not as much as 1 & 2, but especially for the people who are more well off, the games are somewhat glorified. and I envision beckett and tallulah being victims of this to a certain extent. finnick presents himself as being fine, he parties, he acts like a normal rich young playboy, so it feeds into the narrative that all winning does is make you rich, powerful, but I don't think it serves as an incentive for either of them to volunteer because they aren't the type of people who long for more then the privileged lives they already have.

ao basically I don't necessarily think they isolate her, but I think she isolates herself because of her perception of the situation. she hates herself, thinks she deserves to suffer, that everyone should hate her the way she does, and so she convinces herself that everyone's putting on a facade because she has wealth now, not because they still care about her as a person. so she puts on a face at parties, but draws away otherwise. in the first year or so she probably only interacts, on a day to day basis, with finnick and just enough with her family to support them financially.

finnick tries to get her to spend time with mags, but for a while she won't, the first time she does she sits there in silence until she starts bawling. he doesn't like beckett much but he tries to help him open back up to her, and he does enjoy talullah's company, so he'd invite them over for dinner just try to mediate.

but once he's making dinner and tells her he's invited people over she's pissed and freaking out

"what do you mean? finnick, please, I can't act tonight, just me and you, please"

"you don't have to act, angel, you haven't talked to people in months. they're your friends and worried about you because they care."

"no they don't! how can anybody care about me after what they watched me do? look what I do to my friends."

"I care about you."

"tell them not to come."

"then you'll come to the market with me tomorrow."

"finnick-"

"you're gonna have to pick something because I'm not going to let you rot away anymore. I love you and I need you to take care of yourself, you need to talk to people."

"finn, I'm fine, I just need you."

and he wants to fold for his sweet girl so bad but he has to be strong because he has to get her on a path to healing, it was okay at first, but way too much time has passed and it can't become permanent. so he's clenching his jaw, rubbing his forehead, taking a deep breath, ignoring her pleading eyes.

"they're coming."

"I'll lock myself in the bathroom."

and then he's crying because he just wants to help his sweet girl and his heart aches. he doesn't want to be sobbing the way he is, but it's like he can't stop. it's overwhelmed his senses. and then she's flooded with guilt again and she's crying too.

"I'm sorry I'm so difficult, you deserve better."

and then his heart hurts more when he goes to hug her, to comfort her and she's stepping away because she refuses to accept said comfort. and there's a silence besides the simmering food and sniffling tears before he's able to compose himself enough.

"mags, the market, or dinner? you choose, but you have to choose now or they will come. "

they both know he's strong enough to stop her from running into the bathroom so there's another silence. before she's slowly, shamefully walking towards him, carefully grabbing his hand and tracing up his arm.

"you've already started dinner and it's too late to cancel."

she's muttering it looking at the floor and he can't help but suddenly feel so relieved and ecstatic, so hopeful

"really?"

his voice glimmering so slightly and she's nodding, continuing her patterns up his arm before he's hugging her with all of his warmth. and he's filled with excitement because she's taking a step, she's trying. and it's a rough night, but she tries. the conversation gets awkward and clunky, but she talks, and by the end of the night she's a little less sure her friends despise her.

it still takes nearly two years for her to just be friends again, but she makes small steps through the storm.

and also beckett and tallulah totally end up getting married years later and reader is a bridesmaid, so she does eventually once again become a pretty functioning member of society, up until the quarter quell.

#wanda 💋#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair #the lakes #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair angst #finnick odair x reader fluff #finnick odair x you #the river #🌺 anon

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Payback is a b*itch

Hope x fem reader

*not my gif*

Sunmary: You're Hope's best friend and she's finally got her humanity back. Which is great except the tribrid has been ignoring you and you don't know why.

A/N: so I wrote this before the episode where Hope actually turned her humanity back on and also naturally I assumed Landon would come back to life so he is in here too, briefly... And then forgot about it😬 anyway I hope you like it. Thought I'd post something since legacies has been canceled. Also I've never posted a fic on Tumblr so if this isn't right, I'm so sorry.

🦇🐺🧙🏻🦇🐺🧙🏻🦇🐺🧙🏻🦇🐺🧙🏻🦇🐺🧙🏻

The music is blasting so loud you feel the ringing echo in your ears. The party Lizzie Saltzman had planned as a welcome back for Hope and herself got more rowdy as the hours ticked closer to midnight. Yet you hadnt seen the tribrid anywhere all night. Ever since her humanity came back and she finally returned to the school (after taking a break to physically be with her family) you hadn’t really had the chance to speak to her , let alone see her.

It's as if she had busied herself with enough tasks to help around the school to make up for what her no humanity self had put them through. Not that she had to , everyone had forgiven her and found ways to move on yet it had never been easy for Hope to do the same.

You knew she’d been on a mission today with Alaric and Landon in recruiting some potential new students. Though you’re pretty sure they’d been back for a while and yet no sign of the auburn haired girl had been in sight.

Until of course you catch the tail end of a conversation between her and Landon, not so far off from the party.

“I know I said I’d give us another shot but I don’t think it’s a good idea” you heard Landon say.

“What? Just because we got into an argument during the mission? You’re giving up that easily?” Hope answers and you can hear the hurt in her voice. You don’t mean to be listening in on what seems to be a very private conversation , but you also cant stop yourself. Neither can you stop yourself from slowly moving towards their direction.

“of course not! But between you throwing yourself into hero mode and your weird obsession with y/n lately I think you're just using us as a distraction for what you really want”

What?- was that your name? Did you really hear that or was your brain messing with you. Your cheeks felt warm , your heart racing at the idea that maybe , just maybe your secret crush you’ve had on Hope Mikaelson all this time could lead to something more.

By the time you try to refocus on the conversation its over. Landon's gone and Hope is left staring into the dimly lit part of the woods leading back to the school. It’s then that you realize you’ve stalked your way towards the tribrid and that she probably knows you’re behind her so it’s not like you could just turn around and pretend you know nothing.

“How much did you hear” Hope asks , her back still to you , no way to tell if she’s mad or not.

“Not much” you start, “actually enough, is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” you decide you might as well be honest.

“I haven’t been ignoring you!” Hope exclaims.

Your brows furrow , her back was still towards you and you could tell her shoulders were tense. What was wrong with liking you? You move closer towards the tribrid with determination. Suddenly the frustration of her ignoring you all this time comes bubbling to the surface. So what if she doesn’t like you , you were friends first, best friends even. You don’t just ignore friends.

“Then why won’t you even look at me Hope?” you ask , your voice rising slightly when the tribrid still wouldn’t turn around.

“I’m scared of what I’ll do to you”

What does that even mean? Her humanity was back on , why would she hurt you? Even when her humanity was off she barely touched you instead making you unconscious when you tried to stop her from leaving. So why would that warrant such a reaction from her?

You’re standing close enough now that you can see the way the shorter girls chest is rising and falling faster with every breath. Was she upset? If only she’d turn around and actually speak to you.

“I’m more scared of what you won’t do” you finally answer. Maybe Hope realized that your friendship just wasn’t enough for her or that she didn’t need you. But why would Landon mention her having an obsession with you if that were true? What did he know that you didn’t.

You’ve had enough of this , you grab a hold of Hopes wrist but before you know it she’s spinning around , eyes flashing golden before you feel it. The softness of her lips pressed harshly against your own. You barely have a chance to reciprocate before she pulls away , her eyes now back to blue searching yours for any sort of sign.

“I- Hope” you try to speak but you can’t find the words. What could you possibly say when your long time crush who you thought had no interest in you that way just kisses you?

“I’m sorry I should’ve asked first but ever since my emotions came back these feelings for you just wouldn’t go away— I didn’t even know I had them until a few weeks ago when I saw you at football practice and realized I really , really wanted to kiss you after you winked at me- winked! You just winked , you’ve done it before and I never felt that way but then it happens now and all I could think about was kissing you!”

You’re still staring at Hope , eyes wide. First the kiss and then a rambling confession , your brain was still processing realizing Hope liked you.

You’re still holding onto her wrist, your grip tight but not enough to hurt her. Well you don’t think you could even if you tried. Her gaze lowers to where you’re holding onto her then back to your lips , they linger there for another second before she is looking back at you waiting almost pleading for you to say something, anything. Her cheeks are practically red after that ramble and all you could do was stare gobsmacked.

But you still have no words. So you do the only thing that comes to mind and tug her into your chest. The shock is evident on her face not expecting you tugging her closer but then your free hand caresses her cheek and you feel her eyes on your lips once more once it settles that this is happening. You are going to kiss her. Hope leans in even more , a chill running through her as your hand trails towards her neck and then rests at the nape before pulling her in and just before your lips touch you ask “is this okay?”

The way her breath fans your face as she let’s out a breathy chuckle makes your stomach do somersaults. This was really happening. You were really here in the woods , inches away from Hope Mikaelson's face ready to kiss her. And have her kiss you , AGAIN.

“More than” She whispers out before connecting your lips once more. This time it’s softer , this time you kiss back with no fervor like you can feel Hope is trying to induce. Instead your kisses are languid , you savor each touch ,every taste you get from her lip balm. Bubblegum , not what you expected but not like you’re complaining.

You break a part minutes later , the fire in the tribrids eyes tell you she wants more. Craves it. And sure you want it to but not tonight. Tonight all you want is her and you spending the night catching up on lost time. And if you maybe decide to tease her with lingering touches or skillfully placed kisses through the night or even cutting off the makeout sessions when you feel it starting to heat up and it makes her blue eyes shine golden in frustration. Well let’s just say she deserves it for ignoring you all this time.

Payback is a bitch.

#hope mikaelson #fem reader #hope mikaelson x reader #Hope Mikaelson x fem reader #Wlw #Besties to lovers #Gay #Hope Mikaelson is pansexual in my brain #sapphic

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acciotherapists · 3 months

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Far From Home (Chapter 53: Stephen Strange)

Loki x Reader

Y/n Y/l/n never thought her past would come back to find her. After all who would look for her on Midgard? But one day in the small town of Puento Antiguo her world is turned upside down when an old friend turns up, threatening everything she has built and the people she’d fought so hard to protect. What happens when the life she left behind finally catches up with her? What happens when the old flame she thought had burned out reignites within her?

Warnings: language (sorry, Steve), eventual smut (slow burn), angst, some mentions of torture (most things won’t be detailed but anything that gets a bit more specific will be warned at the beginning of the chapter)

Stephen Strange.

I turned to find the face belonging to the familiar voice and his eyes widened.

“Mary?”

Wong chuckled softly. “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not,” I replied.

“And me?” Loki asked, an edge in his voice. “Do I want to know?”

I shook my head and Stephen slowly approached us.

“W-what are you doing here? Who are they?” he pointed to Loki, Wanda, and Tony.

“They’re friends of mine,” I answered, ignoring his other question.

He placed the books on the counter in front of Wong, his eyes locked with mine.

“I-I don’t understand… It’s been 7 years… and you haven’t aged a day.”

“It’s complicated-.”

“Leave, Strange,” Wong hissed, taking the books from the counter and placing them to the side. “This matter does not concern you.”

Stephen gave a defeated sigh and left the library.

Wong turned to me. “You want to tell me what that was about?”

I shook my head. “It’s a long story.”

“So I knew you as Zoe almost 20 years ago when I was barely a student here… Stephen knew you as Mary seven years ago. I always knew you held secrets and your aging was slowed but I never imagined…” He looked back and forth between Loki and I. “You’re Asgardian, aren’t you?”

I nodded.

“You mentioned people were looking for you when you first came to us… is that why you’re here now?”

I shook my head. “Not exactly. I think most of them are dead or scattered. It’s something else. It’s about the Sapphire and Scarlet Witches. You speak of them with such fear.”

“That’s what I was always taught… to fear them. The Ancient One warned us of such beings during much of my training. To say that you could be one of them… it goes against everything I know about them… and you.”

“You don’t understand, Wong. I’ve dreamt of them… of myself. I’ve seen it, Wong.”

He shook his head. “No, you must’ve seen wrong.” He goes to a bookcase covered in chains and removes a book, returning to us and flipping it open to an eerily familiar image. It was a colored sketch of two women surrounded by scarlet and sapphire on either side, purple flames meeting in the middle.

“They are said to either rule… or annihilate the cosmos.”

“You truly believe you are the Sapphire Witch?” Loki asked me and Wong watched us carefully.

“I can’t think of another way to explain what I saw… the way my abilities have grown beyond my control.”

I turned my attention back to Wong. “What does it say about the other one? The Scarlet Witch?”

He looked down at the book again. “Nothing much… other than the two beings are close and have seen or will have seen many battles together.”

My heart was racing in my chest. I knew the Scarlet Witch seemed familiar but it wasn’t until I felt her nails dig into my arm that I realized what I’d been missing. I could practically hear her heart racing next to me as Wong spoke in a language I didn’t understand before translating it from the book.

“God help the soul who crosses them.”

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nightcovefox · 2 months

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Nightmares…

Character(s): Llewellyn (Lu) and Rosa

Plot: Lu wakes up from a nightmare unfortunately his big brother isn’t here to help him, but a certain Bookworm is.

Warnings: Warnings a bit of gore? (Explaining it), a bit of death (From Lu’s Dream), but there will be comfort/Fluff (From Rosa), also some mentions of Despair AU? (From Pastelprince, you know if Cursa took over half of the galaxy the heroes lost?) (I wonder if that's the correct AU name?)

A/n: I’m having a nightmare myself, guess who’s not sleeping tonight? But writing helps.. A bit. Ehh anyways, Enjoy Reading~!<3

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Lu shot up awake. He look around and see he was in his room. He was safe.. Safe.. Safe.. Right?!

That dream.. No.. Nightmare felt so real.. He was trapped!! His brother became one of them. Along with his friends! He was alone and about it- No. It's best not to talk about it.

Lu was shaking, looked over to his side, and saw his brother was not there. Where is he?! Wait!! Did they take him too?! Oh.. No.. Oh no… OH NO!!!!?

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Meanwhile on the other side of the room. Here lays Rosa reading her books in her room. She’s supposed to sleep at this hour.. But she wasn't feeling it.. Huh.. Surprisingly..-?

“Hmmm..” Rosa hummed, flipping the pages from her book. She heard a loud thud next to her room. What?! Ehh.. Probably means Lu playing around- It's midnight no way he can be awake-

*THUD*

Rosa sighed and closed her book. Slowly getting out of bed and walking out of her room, bringing her book with her. She knock on Lu’s door softly. “Lu? It's me Rosa.. Are you okay?”

..Nothing from the other side.

She puts her star bunny ears on the door to hear clearly. She can hear whimpers from the other side. Lu..

She opened the door and she was correct. Lu wrapped around in a burrito blanket, trying to calm down quietly. “Lu?” She mumbled placing her book down. Lu sniffed as he saw his best friend. “Rosie!!” he cried, getting up and hugging her tightly. Rosa was cut off guard but wrapped her arms around him. “Okay? Of course, I would..-”

“Rosie.. You are okay... You’re safe.. Okay.. Safe.. Not like them..” Lu mumbled, hugging his friend tighter. ‘What..?’ she thinks in her head. Very confused about what he was saying but realized he had a nightmare..

“Lu..? Did you have a nightmare..?” she asked softly. Lu slowly nods his head. “Do you want to talk about it..?”

“A bit..” he mumbled, shaking in fear. “I’m here to listen..” said Rosa patting behind his back.

“Well.. We were fighting Cursa.. And.. She struck her tentacle to Mari..! He was cursed.. Along with the others.. I-I was running away with Jeanie, Edge, You, and Mario.. Until you w-were attacked.. And I-I didn't s-save you- I watched it all happen.. Blood s-splattered everywhere.. M-Mari.. And t-the others w-were l-like them-!! I-I.. My o-own brother killed m-me.. I-I-” Lu explained, tears escaping from his eye. “Shhh.. Sh..” whispered Rosa hugging her friend tightly. “It was a nightmare.. We're all okay.. You are okay.. Curse is gone.” said Rosa trying to calm down her friend.

Lu sniffled, trying to calm himself down. But more tears came down and he was.. Just so scared. It felt real.

Rosa quietly hummed, removing her arms around him. One hand holding his hand while the other wiping away his tears. For a short minute her little tune calmed Lu down a bit. Only sniffles can be heard from him.

“Would you like me to read a story for you?” Rosa suggested.

Lu nods his head.

“Alright..”

Rosa used her magic to gently lift Lu up and set him down on his bed, climbing up and sitting down with him. “Y-You won’t leave me here.. Right..?” Lu whimpered. “No, I will be here. Not leaving your side,” said Rosa, opening her book.

“Beauty And The Beast Chapter 1. Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle…”

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Lu was fast asleep, sleeping on Rosa’s shoulder. Rosa stopped her reading, looked over at her shoulder, and smiled seeing Lu fall asleep. It was worth it reading two chapters. Until they read Chapter 3 together tomorrow. She put a bookmark on the page and closed the book. Set the book on the side and lay her head on Lu’s blanket head. She sighed, falling asleep.

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I kinda want to right the Despair AU, but I need to check the lore to get it right. And Nightmares can be a pain.

#m+rsoh #rabbid luigi #rabbid rosalina #I headcanon Rosa to have powers like Rosalina #BATB reference?#m+rsoh fanfic

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rabbitlover1027 · 2 years

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Another elucien, a little sad, not super happy Please skip if that's not your ship. If it is your ship but you only like happy elucien, maybe skip also.

Fast, soft thumps smacked on the stairs outside the study and Lucien knew he wouldn't be alone much longer. Angry, little smacks sounded against the tile floor and he sighed wearily and rolled his eyes before turning towards the door he’d left cracked open.

Elain shoved the door open and hissed, slamming her eyes shut and pulling the thick white blanket wrapped around her body up over her face.

“Turn those off,” she snapped.

Lucien flicked a wrist and the faelights went out. The room's fire glowed softly far from the sofa he sat on. The clock resting on the mantle read past midnight.

Elain lowered the fluffy blanket and opened only one eye. She scrunched her nose up and glared at him.

“Why?” she whined. “You’ve been here five days. Why won't you sleep?”

It was true he hadn’t been sleeping. Lucien's life had been stressful enough before Rhysand and Feyre asked him to come and stay for awhile. Lucien was spending most of his day working with Rhysand. Feyre said they couldn't possibly work him so hard and send him to a inn, so here he was back under this roof again.

Lucien looked at her and then turned away, “I can't. I’ve tried."

“It’s keeping me up. Stop it,” she snapped again before whining, “I’m so tired.”

He glanced questioningly at her. She scowled one eyed.

“I told you once,” she grumbled, “I can hear your heartbeat. When you're close. It’s supposed to be sleeping, but you’re not, so I’m not.”

“Sleeping heartbeat, huh? Is different how?” He had no real interest in knowing and was hoping his clear indifference would lead to Elain stomping off. Gods, he would love to see her stomp off and leave him alone.

“It is different,” she stuck an accusatory finger from between the folds of the blanket and pointed it at him. “You're mocking me. You don't sleep here. You used to. But now you pace your room or hide out in here, and I can’t sleep when you won’t.”

Jurian, Vassa, their human neighbors, Rhysand, Feyre, his brother, his father; everyone kept making demands of him. Real demands. They wanted real things to be done and the stress of it all was so terribly crushing and now this tiny, thorny mate cursed upon him wanted to rage at him because he wasn't sleeping.

He laughed bitterly and buried a tired face into his hands. He didn’t bother to look up as she left, walking down to the kitchen instead of back to her room. This was probably the most they’d talked in ages. At some point, Lucien had just been done. Time, space, and patience had gotten him nowhere with his mate and he’d just stopped hoping as much. There was no way she couldn't have noticed how much he didn't try anymore.

He wasn't expecting her to come back in the study but she did. She crossed the room behind the sofa and he heard little clinks on the end table beside him. He sighed again. He heard her walk to the love seat and turn back.

Her blanket brushed against his knee and he raised his head as she threw a velvety pillow at him.

“What-?” he stared.

She crawled up on the sofa and pushed the back cushion up and over the edge until it fell to the floor. The middle cushion was next. She shimmied across the sofa on her knees until she bumped against his thighs and tried to push the cushion up from behind him. It snagged on pressure of him sitting against it and she grumbled before elbowing him forward. He stared at her confused as she shoved the last cushion to the floor behind them. She swung her feet out to sit beside him and bent down to push his boots off his feet.

“What are you doing?”

“There's not enough room for both of us if we leave the back cushions on. And you can’t wear your boots to bed,” she said. There was no more snapping, she just sounded tired. Almost kind.

Lucien frowned. “Bed?”

She made a soft growling sound and thumped the sofa, “We're sleeping. Lay down.”

“I’m not-,” he began as he stood.

She grabbed his hand and tugged lightly. “You are,” they looked at each other. “We are. Please. I’m tired. You’re tired. Please lay down.” She didn't turn away, she didn't break their gaze, and he hated that he couldn't walk away from it.

He sat down in the middle of the sofa and she fluffed the pillow and set it near where he’d been sitting.

“Can you hand me my water? Mine's the one on the right. The one on the left is for you,” she leaned against the hard sofa back.

He stretched a long arm to grab her water and hand it to her. He marveled she’d brought one for him. She was surprising him tonight. He knew better than to hope it would last. He took a drink and put his down before putting hers back too.

He looked back at her and waited.

“Lay down,” she nodded her head at the pillow. He gave her a look but obliged, and swung his long legs up on the sofa. She unfurled herself from the small ball she’d been and fit herself inbetween his body and the sofa back. She twisted out of the blanket and shook it out over him. It fluttered down on top of him.

Unwrapped from the blanket, Lucien could see her nightgown. It was made of thin white cotton that flowed over her body as she moved and had a lower neckline than he would have guessed she would pick. He could make out the outline of her breasts. Gods, he wished they weren't mates. He had no doubt he would still look if they weren't mates, but it wouldn’t ache like this to look then. When she leaned over to tug at a corner of the blanket, the neckline fell loose and he could see more of her than he ever had.

His cock tightened and he looked at the ceiling quickly. It didn't help.

“Stop it,” she scolded.

“I’m not the one who showed up in front of her mate in a see through nightgown,” he snapped back.

“It is not,” she argued, but she still crossed an arm over the front of her chest.

It took awhile before she moved again. Slowly, almost cautiously, she lowered her head on to his chest over his heart. She squirmed and sighed, popping up and pulling his arm away from his body and behind her before laying her head back in the same place. She reached back and pulled his arm around her body, resting his hand near her hip.

“This helps us sleep how?” he asked. She could hear the edge of frustration in his voice.

“Wait,” she said.

He sighed, exasperated, and she slid her far hand up out of the blanket. Propping her elbow on Lucien's other shoulder, she gently placed a hand near the side of his face.

“What are you doing?”

She shushed him. “Trust me,” she whispered back.

She placed a cool thumb between his eyebrows and swept the finger out in an arc. Over and over, she ran her thumb across the top of his face. She was right. It was soothing. Eyes closed, he relaxed into the feeling of it. That feeling of being taken care of.

The sweep of her fingers above his eyes was bringing him closer to sleep than he’d been in days. She knew that somehow.

“My father used to do this to help me sleep when I was little,” she told him softly. “Goodnight, Lucien.”

The sound of his name pulled him out of the almost sleep he’d been in. He opened his eyes and took in the sight of her lying on his chest. Gods, what he wouldn't have given in the past for this. It felt right though, being so close. She ran a finger along the skin above his scarred eyebrow and he closed his eyes again.

Tired, he thought maybe he should ask a question about her father, or maybe thank her for helping him sleep. Instead he clasped his hands together over the top of her hip. Tucked tight against him, she snuggled her head on his chest and ran her fingers along his forehead until the heartbeat by her ear slowed and steadied in his sleep.

Lucien asleep, she craned her neck to stare at his face. They could be very happy together. She knew it, she’d seen it. She fingered his hair. She was so tired, but she wanted to touch just a little bit more of him while he slept. She cupped his cheek with her hand and he smiled in his sleep. Her chest ached. She shouldn't have touched him like that. Through flashes of them together, she knew how he loved it when she touched his face like that.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered and pulled her hand back. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she would stay in her room and not seek him out. Tomorrow, she wouldn't touch him. Tomorrow, she wouldn't stare at his face so lovely like this. So for tonight, she selfishly sank back down into his embrace and closed her eyes.

#acotar #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #elucien #a court of thorns and roses #bratty Elain #selfish elain #over it lucien #acotar fanfic

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