#and fran cross mention

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hello! 'tis done, and just in time for tomorrow when i am free of school for two weeks. salvation

[image desc: a digital page of collected doodles showcasing mainly lumina along with her daughter serena, op's characters. the first is a full-body drawing of lumina. lumina is a woman with short, fluffy dark hair, wearing a light blouse decorated with a bow and a long skirt to her ankles. she pushes her sunglasses to her forehead as she looks to her left with a happy grin, saying something. her name is decorated above her.

then is a few clippings of a shopping adventure with lumina and serena. lumina gladly holds up a decorated coat and shows it to her daughter, cooing, "Awhe, sweetie, look~! This coat is a must for your girlfriend's attire."

serena uncomfortably looks to the side with a blush forming on her face, muttering, "Not my girlfriend."

next is another moment, with lumina holding up a lipstick in her hand as she wears a pleading expression. she says depressedly, "Honey, at least buy her a rouge! She loves rouge!"

serena faces her mother, muttering again, "Still no."

last is chibis of the two, with lumina sulking and an annoyed serena off to her side. text pointing to lumina reads, "pouted all day". // end id]

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Want to recreate? (franco x reader)

Smut; 18+

word count: 1,0k

contains: nicknames (amor), franco finding out you are reading smut about him, breeding kink (the fic they are reading has cum pushed back into the reader, mentions of them in the fic), unlocking a door with a knife, female anatomy, franco being a tease, italics is the fic they are reading, just so it's a bit more clear

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“Hey amor, what are you doing?” franco says while moving to the couch where you are laying down and reading.

quickly you lock your phone and let it drop to your chest, moving your arms towards franco, motioning wanting a kiss. “nothing i was just reading”.

“what were you reading?” his brow raising.

“oh nothing much, just my book”.

franco gives you a confused glance, “you are reading it on your phone, when you have the book with you?”

you nod, “yeah”, while franco is moving the couch, he quickly snatches your phone and locks himself in your shared bedroom. “FRANCO, GIVE IT BACK” you yell, while running after him, not getting a chance to catch him, making you slam your palm against the door in frustration.

“franco, please don't read it!”

“WHAT IS THIS” he speaks after a few seconds, “why is he fucking the cum back into them with his fingers” he states in disbelief, you can only imagine what his face looks like now, his eyebrows raised higher than even, and his mouth covered by his hand.

quietly you move to the kitchen to grab a knife, and slide it into the slit of the lock, where you apply steady pressure to unlock the door. once the lock clicks open, you burst through the door and snatch your phone back from him. “oke, this is enough invasion of my privacy”.

“you read porn? ABOUT ME?” franco yells while gently but firmly wrapping his arms around your middle and bringing you to stand between his legs.

your face now heating up, with the quietest of whispers you confirm his questions.

“wow, i can't believe my own girlfriend reads porn about me, do i not please you?”

“no franco, don't be stupid” you say, “ i just wanted to know what people were writing about you”.

“and is it any good?” he teases, moving your hips to now straddle his lap.

where an idea crosses your mind, “why do you think our sex life is so great? where do you think i get the ideas from?” you question while playing with his hair.

his eyes flew open, “what-”.

“yeah, maybe we could recreate the one you were reading” you speak, while moving your lips closer to his, but not connecting them. “hmmm how does that sound?”

“the whole thing?” he stammers, him now looking up into your eyes, while his hands move under your shirt. “i wouldn't mind fucking you, cumming into you, and you having to keep my cum in”.

“yeah? so what are we waiting for?” you ask, before you got to finish the sentence franco has flipped you over so that you are now kneeling on the bed.

he moves his hands to your waistband, “can i remove these?”

“please."

while sliding down your underwear, he catches a wet spot in them, making him groan, “fuck amor, was the story this good?” he questions, moving one of his hands to your clit, gently circling it, making you moan.

“here amor, open your phone, and read to me what else i have done to you”, he speaks, while still playing with your clit.

“mhm”, you let out a breath, “you finger me next preparing me for your cock”.

“no, no, amor, read it out to me, the same way it’s written in the story”, the teasing of your clit never stopping.

“fuck fran, please just fuck me” you whine out.

“i don't think that's what it says in the story”, he now moves his fingers to run along your slit, “the sooner you read it out for me, the sooner i can do it amor”.

“fuck” you mumble lightly, making franco smile, you grab your phone, unlock it, and find where the smut begins. and you start to read “he gently circles your clit-” making franco move his fingers from your slit back to your clit, gently circling it, pulling a breathy moan from your lips.

“-making sure you are wet enough, and carefully slides two of his fingers in you-”, so franco follows your lead, he softly drags two of his fingers from your clit to your entrance, where he slides his fingers in, moving them rhythmically in and out of you, making you bite down on your own hand to keep focus on the fanfic you are reading.

“-he brings his other hand to your hips, and holds you up with it. the argentine slowly scissors his fingers, stretching you out for his third finger-” and with utmost care in the world, franco starts scissoring his fingers to stretch you out, making sure to always brush against your g spot.

the sensation makes you drop your phone for a second, releasing a loud moan from your lips. after a moment you catch your breath and continue reading. “-gently he adds a third finger, and keeps on thrusting until he deems you ready.”

“want us to skip this step amor, you are very wet?”

“yes please”. as soon as those words leave your mouth, franco removes his fingers from your hole, and brings them to his cock, stroking himself a few times. he climbs on the bed behind you, lines himself up with your entrance, and with one gentle motion bottoms out.

you start reaching for your phone again, when he interrupts, “that's enough amor, i have read this part, put your phone away, just focus on the pleasure”, his words pull a moan from you. while franco is pulling moans out from you, from his perfect pace and perfect hits to your g spot, he also brings one of his hands back to your clit, again gently playing with it.

all of the sensations combined, of his pace, of him hitting your g spot and him playing with your clit, without warning bring you to the edge. making you grab on to the sheets and moan francos name.

the sensation of your walls tightening around him, also brings him to the edge where he cums into you, once he catches his breath, he gently pulls out of you, brining two of his fingers to your entrence, to keep all of his cum inside.

gently he brings you down from the kneeling position to your stomach, so that you are now laying flat on the mattress.

“we are doing this again amor”.

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My Funny Valentine [Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader]

Masterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 1.9k|| AN: I have been binge-re-watching The Nanny for the first time since I was a teenager and got to the episode where Fran buys a billboard for Mr. Sheffield after thinking he was her secret admirer. I had to do this for Hotch and Reader!

Tags/Warnings: female reader, BAU reader, will they won't they relationship, Valentine's Day, mentions of Haley, mentions of a creepy police officer, based off an episode of The Nanny, fools in love.

Summary: Given your undeniable chemistry and attraction for one another, when an unsigned card with flowers and a teddy bear shows up on your desk, you assume it's from Hotch. After making a grand gesture for what you thought was in return, you both soon realize the truth.

Ever since you joined the BAU, your interactions with Hotch have been a mixture of professional respect and undeniable chemistry. Over the years, the flirty banter had evolved into a dance of “will they, won't they,” much to the entertainment--and sometimes frustration--of the team. 

Everyone could see the mutual attraction except, it seemed, the two of you.

Being Hotch's subordinate, you treaded carefully, harboring feelings you dared not confess, always secretly hoping he'd be the one to break the professional boundary.

You were younger--not inappropriately so (maybe just a little)...well, enough to make you question if this chemistry was all in your head. Enough questioning to allow these feelings to remain at a standstill--or at least until he broke first. 

This Valentine's Day seemed like any other day at the BAU, but when you arrived at your desk, you found a bouquet of pink carnations and a teddy bear holding a card. Your heart skipped a beat as you read the flirty message. 

"To the one who captures my thoughts as easily as she profiles unsubs. Happy Valentine's Day."

You couldn't help but think it was from Hotch. Carnations and a teddy bear? Not what you would have imagined Hotch picking out, but nonetheless, thoughtful. Unexpected. Thrilling. 

He was finally crossing that line drawn in the sand. The one you blurred and blurred but ultimately never swept away. 

Excitement bubbling up inside you, you rushed to share the news with Penelope Garcia, your go-to confidante for all things romantic and dramatic. The one who had been arguably rooting for you and Hotch more than anyone. 

Maybe it was the hopeless romantic in her, or maybe…just maybe, the proof was there in plain daylight with the way you and Hotch played your games with one another. Like a tennis match of back and forth--over and over. 

“My gosh,” Penelope squealed, looking at the card, “I mean…I can’t believe it. What are you going to do? What are you going to say!?” She leaned forward, capturing your arm, almost to steady her own excitement. 

“I want to do something for him…something nobody’s ever done for him before.” You thought carefully. 

Many would argue that you were…of the dramatic kind. Maybe that’s why you and Penelope got along so easily. Hotch would argue that you were dramatic the most. You often used it to your own advantage with him. 

You knew--although you’d both never admit it--you had Hotch wrapped around your finger so it was easy to use those puppy dog eyes when you didn’t feel like completing a case assignment or if you wanted the bigger room at the hotel. 

“You know,” Penelope pondered, “Now that I think of it,” She scrunched her face, “All of these years here, I’m not sure anyone’s ever left Hotch a Valentine. I mean…I gave him a pink fostered sugar cookie once, but even Haley…I don’t think there was anything here for him.” 

You smirked, raising an eyebrow, “He doesn’t seem like the type that’s going to like a velvet heart-shaped box filled with fruit-filled chocolates.” 

“That man is a closet sweet eater,” Penelope pointed at you, “But to your point, you’ve gotta do something…something grand. Something that will knock his argyle socks off.” 

You snorted, then really thought. Grand. Grand? What would be grand? Then it came to you. 

“I have the best idea.” 

The two of you giggled and brainstormed extravagant ideas to win Hotch's heart, finally settling on a grand gesture that no one could ignore--a billboard confession. You found the idea so wildly romantic, the perfect way to tell Hotch how you felt.

With Penelope's enthusiastic encouragement, you commissioned a billboard on Hotch's route home.

“Be My Valentine, Aaron Hotchner! Love your Y/N” 

However, as you prepared to leave work that evening, you received a call from the local police department asking if you enjoyed the flowers. Your stomach dropped as you recognized the voice--it was the overly friendly officer from your last case, the one Hotch had given a look to the entire time. 

The cheesy teddy bear. The cheap carnations. The corny card. None of that would be Hotch. You wanted to die. Crawl into a ball and die of embarrassment and stupidity, but not until after you got rid of that billboard!

Frantic, you rushed to find Rossi, Derek, and Spencer, blurting out your predicament and the mistake you’d made. They erupted into laughter but saw the urgency of the situation.

"We’ve got to get that billboard down before Hotch drives home!" you exclaimed, your face burning with embarrassment. You paced around the bullpen, looking up to Hotch’s office, then to them, then back up. You ran your hand over your face, stressed. 

Rossi, Spencer, and Derek gathered around you, each wearing an expression that meant business. Derek leaned against his car, arms crossed. "You know, you could just leave that billboard up. It's about time one of you made a move."

Rossi nodded, his wise eyes fixed on you. "We're all tired of the dance, kid. It's not just you suffering from all this uncertainty--Hotch is right there with you. You both need to take that leap."

Spencer chimed in, "Statistically, the likelihood of mutual feelings being reciprocated in situations like these is quite high. You might be pleasantly surprised."

You appreciated their support, but the thought of Hotch seeing the billboard without understanding the context terrified you. You grabbed your car keys and headed to the nearest hardware store. "I just need to fix this before it gets worse," you muttered more to yourself than to them.

At the hardware store, you picked up a bucket of paint and a roller, your hands trembling slightly at the thought of climbing up the billboard. Heights had never been your friend, but today, they seemed a lesser evil compared to the embarrassment of Hotch reading your unintended public declaration.

With the sun setting, you parked your car by the billboard and stared up at the looming structure. Steeling your nerves, you looked up toward the tall ladder that led to a ledge where the freshly painted billboard sat. You wished the service you paid earlier was available after hours to come and take down the work they had done so quickly. 

Each step up made your heart pound louder, but the fear of making a fool of yourself pushed you onward.

Once you reached the top, you positioned yourself to start painting, but a sudden wave of vertigo hit as you peered down. The can of paint slipped from your grip, tumbling down and splattering the ground below with white paint.

You looked up to the sky and raised your hands with defeat and tears forming in your eyes, “Is this some sick joke?!”

Climbing down was even harder, with your hands shaking and tears of frustration starting to blur your vision. Just as you reached the last few rungs, a pair of steady hands gently guided you down. You almost jumped out of your skin, only to turn and see Hotch, his face filled with concern.

"Hey, it's okay," he soothed, keeping his hands on your shoulders to steady you.

You took a deep breath, wiping away a stray tear, turning as you took your last step off the ladder. He steadied you on the last few steps down, his touch reassuring.

"I'm so sorry, Hotch. There’s been a huge misunderstanding," you began, your voice a mix of embarrassment and relief. "I thought those flowers and the teddy bear were from you, and Penelope and I--we…I just got carried away."

Hotch gave you a small, understanding smile. "Emily and JJ told me there was a surprise waiting for me on the freeway home. I left early to see what it was." The last thing you expected was Hotch’s calm voice breaking through your flustered apologies. 

Your heart sank, imagining what he must have thought seeing that message. "I was trying to cover it up before you could see it. I didn’t want you to find out like this." You gestured up to the brightly colored billboard with what felt like the most embarrassing thing in the world displayed for everyone and their mother to see. 

“You don’t need to apologize for anything,” His gaze softened as he looked up at the message, then back to you. "I saw the billboard," he admitted a hint of awe in his voice. "Nobody has ever done anything quite like that for me. It was...unexpected, certainly, but kind in a way only you could manage."

Your heart fluttered, surprise etching across your features. "You liked it?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper, unsure if your ears were playing tricks on you.

"I loved it," he corrected gently, his hands still resting lightly on your shoulders. "You have a knack for the dramatic, but it’s one of the many reasons I..." His voice trailed off, and he hesitated, his eyes searching yours for a reaction. The pause was palpable, every second stretching longer than the last until finally, he continued, "It’s one of the many reasons I love you."

The world seemed to stop spinning as his words hung in the air. "You love me?" you repeated, your voice a mix of hope and disbelief. Hotch reached up to brush a stray hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek gently. Your hand reached up to cover his, leaning into his touch. 

Hotch nodded, a soft chuckle escaping him, as if it was common knowledge, like you should already know it--or maybe he realized he should have already said it. 

"Yes, I do. And I think it’s about time I said it."

Emotions swirled within you--relief, joy, and a love that had been quietly simmering for too long. It all bubbled to the surface as you stepped closer, reducing the space between you. "I love you too, Hotch," you confessed, your voice steady with conviction.

His smile was all the encouragement you needed. You both leaned in and under the soft glow of the streetlights and the shadow of the billboard, your lips met in a kiss that sealed the confessions of the day. The kiss was gentle at first, exploratory as if both of you were still gauging the reality of the moment. But as certainty took over, it deepened, affirming the years of unspoken feelings and flirtatious banter.

As you both pulled away, Hotch's eyes twinkled with a mixture of contentment and mischief. "Next time," he said with a playful grin, "I'll be the one buying flowers; you’ll know they’re from me. I wouldn’t dare buy you carnations, and they won’t come with a cheap teddy bear."

Your laughter filled the air, light and free, as you both made your way back to your cars, the billboard forgotten but its message now etched in both your hearts.

The next morning, as you walked into the BAU, you stood surprised. There, on your desk, stood two dozen long-stem roses in a vase, their crimson petals vibrant against the mundane backdrop of your office. Attached to the vase was a card, Hotch’s neat handwriting spelling out a message that was both flirty and utterly him: 

"For the record, I prefer dramatic gestures that involve flowers on days other than just February 14th. Here’s to many more, just the way we like them. --A."

The smile that spread across your face lingered long into the day, as did the warmth in your heart, knowing the dance of “will they, won't they” had transformed into a harmonious “finally, we did.”

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The Finer Details

Post DI! Leon Kennedy x Painter f! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Session 1, Session 2, Session 3, Session 4, Session 5, The Reveal)

Description: Leon realizes that retirement is in his best interest now that he's getting older. All of his accomplishments as an agent mean he's truly earned a painting to commemorate..

Warnings: Not Proofread, Age gap! (reader is anywhere between mid-late 20's and Leon is 40), Porn w/ Plot, Use of she/her pronouns, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alcoholism, mentions of trauma/PTSD/depression, P in V smut (wrap it NEOW), Leon cries during sex 💔

Tags: Older Leon Kennedy, Younger afab!Reader, Leon is SAD but he is your muse, Crying, mentions of Leon masturbating, starts off with Dom! Leon and Sub! Reader, falls into switch territory because that man needs some serious TLC, Praise kink, Hickeys, Handjob, Nipple play, Oral sex (m! and f! receiving), and a heavy dose of Aftercare

Author Note: You know how each president of the U.S. gets a painting at the end of their term? I'm thinking like that. Plus, my favorite hobby is recreating renaissance art, so I figured this was a good fit (hopefully).

Cross posted onto AO3

Session 1: The Sketches

It was late at night when Leon made his decision to retire fully.

He had gotten home over an hour ago from reviewing mountains of paperwork, most of which pertained to missions that other agents have gone on or will be going on.

Younger agents. More energized agents.

The fact that he hadn't gone on a full mission since San Francisco was driving him up the wall. But that's what he wanted. He requested to hang back the last two years.

Both Chris and Claire had fully retired themselves right after San Fran, Claire being the first to retire to focus on her growing family with Chris following suit only a few months later. Jill was still around, but she was doing similar work that Leon was, only she was in a completely different department which was states away.

Of course Leon still talked with them all as regularly as possible, he'd go insane if he didn't, especially with Claire having a couple kids now. He wasn't the greatest with children, but it was refreshing seeing his friends achieve such normalcy. He wanted them to have the best life they could away from everything.

Having turned 40 a few some months ago, Leon was having a bit of a mid-life crisis. The mission to San Francisco a couple years ago had made him realize just how much toll the job itself had taken on his body. After being assessed and allowed home a few nights after returning from the mission, his body ached; joints creaking, back nearly thrown, just... tired.

Don't get him wrong, he was always tired after missions, but this was different. This wasn't just the regular aches and pains he dealt with after being tossed around like a rag doll, this was age.

Deep in his mind, Leon was still that 21 year old boy in Raccoon City. He never got the chance to properly grieve and move on, his mind forever changed by that event. Mentally, he was stuck there and had been this entire time.

It had taken the man this long to truly recognize the fact that he's older now. He's not that boy from Raccoon City anymore. He hadn't been in a long time.

What was he do to now? Leon had wanted so badly to serve and protect the people, but not like this. Not like he has for the past 29 years.

He spent his most formative years fighting unimaginable horrors, watching people suffer, watching people die. You don't just come back from something like that.

And unlike the friends he's managed to keep close, Leon didn't have someone he trusted. Hell, he barely trusted himself most days.

So now here he was, sitting drunk in his shower with his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms resting atop his knees while the water pelted down on him, silently mulling over everything he's ever seen and done during his time as an agent.

The water had grown cold at this point, Leon having quickly lost track of how long he was sitting spaced out like that for. Thankfully, he'd already cleaned himself before he ended up sitting down, so the hardest part now was just standing back up to get himself back out.

It took him a couple more minutes before he finally hoisted himself up with a tired groan, both his knees popping from being stuck in position for such a lengthy amount of time.

Once out of the shower, towel loosely wrapped around his waist, Leon stared at himself in the mirror; busy studying the crow's feet on both outer corners of his eyes as well as the prominent bags sitting under them, the smile line around his mouth, his now brown hair, the stubble on his face and neck that's he's neglected to shave, and just how exhausted he looked.

How has he never noticed any of this before? Why's he look so different now?

Settling into bed after this brutal realization was a tough task. The man followed his nightly routine of taking four Tylenol and two of his prescription sleep meds before setting his a/c 65 degrees Fahrenheit. He learned quickly many years ago that tossing and turning at night would make him overheat and sweat.

But tonight, nothing Leon did could ease that sinking feeling in his chest, that feeling of unfulfillmemt and shame weighing on him more than ever before.

The poor man barely slept at all last night, hangover evident by the way he was still slightly uneven on his feet as he leaned over the center island in his kitchen, head between his forearms while his hands sat clasped together.

Leon knew what he had to do. He's been feeling it ever since Chris and Claire made their departure, but it was so easy to deny. How was he suppose to give up the one thing that made him important? Sure the stress of his work was heavily tasking on the mind and body, but it's what gave him purpose. He felt useful doing what he did.

The man showed up for work late that day, barely having managed to dress himself. He didn't know exactly who to go to in this scenario, but everyone seemed surprised that the Leon Kennedy would show up for work in some ratty t-shirt and grey sweatpants. The stares were making him incredibly uncomfortable and he was quickly regretting showing up at all.

After sitting in his own office for awhile to avoid the looks and whispers, Leon eventually sauntered over to his superior's office, an almost solemn look on his face as he let himself in after knocking.

Needless to say, Leon was relieved his superior knew this was coming. Slightly offended, but relieved nonetheless.

It had been a long time coming, and it was only a matter of time before Leon threw in the towel, especially since he was now just working behind the scenes instead of on the frontline.

He was allowed to return home for the rest of the day if he wanted to, which Leon quickly took. He really didn't want to be in that building for much longer.

As soon as he returned home he went right back to drinking. And as ashamed as he is to admit, he even cried a little, half empty whiskey bottle in one hand while the other was clenched tightly into a fist as he gripped the pant leg of his sweats.

There wasn't anyone Leon could talk to about this. Chris and Claire had their own respective partners to come home to after retirement, but Leon? Leon had nothing besides a dingy and cold two bedroom house with only the basics inside, including his alcohol cabinet.

The man didn't even give himself time to date, only the occasional one night stand with randoms from the bar. He was too afraid that he would endanger anyone he allowed into his life like that, not to mention he'd been betrayed one too many times to trust in someone that way again. It was his way of keeping himself and everyone else safe.

The therapists he was assigned throughout the years all had the same concern regarding his love life, and deep down Leon was just as concerned, but he rationalized it with that hero complex he developed.

But he just couldn't rationalize it anymore. Leon was alone. He was alone, sad, and afraid.

About a month after Leon's retirement was processed and announced, word spread quickly throughout numerous government branches. There was a celebration set up at the White House to honor his service as a field agent.

The President had separated him and Leon from the party to slowly walk through the many hallways in the building. The old man could tell just how bothered the now ex-agent was by his retirement, so he figured now would be the best time to talk to him about his final task.

"You know," The President spoke up after a couple minutes of the two walking in silence, prompting Leon to slowly turn his head to listen. "I'm sure you've heard it so many times tonight, but you truly were one of the best agents I've ever seen."

Leon chuckled quietly, shaking his head a bit at the compliment. He had heard it a lot tonight, but obviously it was different coming from him.

"I'm serious. This county, probably the entire world, would've been in shambles if not for your hours spent." The President continued, slowing his walking to a stop.

"It means more than you know." Leon responded simply, voice a bit gravelly from the few drinks he's had. He took a couple steps more before stopping as well, turning around to face the prominent old man.

The President sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile while nodding. They stood in silence for a brief moment before the old man spoke up again, pointing lazily down the hall. "Follow me, I've got something I want to show you."

From there, the two wandered further down the halls until eventually reaching one hall that had lights more centered towards the walls, highlighting the picture frames that sat evenly spaced out amongst them.

Leon seemed a tad confused until he was able to focus on the first painting they walked by. He knew each president got a portrait painted after their full term was served, but the man in this painting wasn't a past president.

He stopped walking to stand in front of the painting, admiring the details it had before glancing down at the bottom of the elegant frame, a placard reading a name he didn't recognize. What he did recognize, though, was the word Agent that sat in front of the man's name.

While zoned into the placard, Leon didn't register the gentle hand that had been clasped on his shoulder, the President's voice breaking through his trance. "For as long as there's been bioweapons, we've had agents fighting to stop them. But only a few agents have truly outdone themselves. Agents like you."

Leon blinked a couple times before turning his head to look at the hand on his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. He wasn't quite understanding what he was saying.

The President took his silence as a cue to continue, his sympathetic smile turning into a happier one as he gently tugged Leon's shoulder to get him to start walking again. "The D.S.O. has produced some of the greatest agents since Benford created it back in 2011. You were amazing before, but you've outdone yourself time and time again."

Leon still wasn't quite understanding, really only half listening as he kept his eyes trained to the numerous portraits of agents as he slowly passed them.

The two stopped in front of the last painting in the hallway, only a few spots away from leading into another hallway. It was Chris and Claire in this painting. Chris was sitting down in a chair while Claire stood next to him, hand resting on back of it, both of them smiling.

He studied the painting for a minute longer before whipping his head around to face the President, who was still smiling, as the realization slowly settling in.

"I-" Leon struggling to speak, glancing back at the painting before quickly looking back at the old man standing next to him.

The President simply nodded his head, smile widening with a gentle laugh. "Right. The painting process takes a bit of time, but I think you've more than earned this."

The ex-agent had so many questions. Firstly, why hadn't Chris or Claire mentioned this? But more importantly, he gets to have his own portrait painted?

"The painter knows all about you. She's excited to meet you." The President started down the hall again, Leon not far behind, still stuttering out nonsense as he attempted to form even a sentence. "I'll give you the information you need to get started with her. I have it written down back in my office."

A painting?

A painting. A painting for him. A painting to honor him. What?

Leon was once again sat on his couch, blankly staring at the small business card with a date and time written on it in pen. He'd read the info on the card so many times already, wanting to make sure he got absolutely nothing wrong.

Apparently he didn't have to call and confirm, all he had to do was show up to this random address at a specific date and time, which was soon. In a couple days kind of soon. Also, he thought he was reading the time wrong, but no, it was four in the morning, not four in the afternoon. What an odd and rather inconvenient time.

Even after memorizing the business card front to back, Leon would be lying if he said he didn't forget about meeting up with this mystery painter. He'd been rather aloof the past couple months, it was hard to pull himself out of that funk. He'd been staying up late and sleeping in even later, so hitting snooze on his alarm a good few times was just muscle memory at this point.

It was almost 5am when he realized where he was suppose to be, eyes shooting open as he yanked himself out of bed, desperately trying to clean himself up enough to be at least presentable.

The man was mentally chastising himself the entire drive. It was a short drive, which he was surprised by, and the building seemed quaint; red brick with large windows that sat on what looked like either a second or third floor.

He parked his bike right near what he assumed was the main door, pulling off his motorcycle helmet before knocking and waiting.

The last thing Leon was expecting was you to unlock and open that door; young and pretty, so pretty...

"Mr. Kennedy?" You asked, eyebrows raised slightly with a small smile. He nodded, just barely noticeable, reaching a gloved hand up to wipe at his eyes as he caught himself staring.

Your smile only widened at his nod, stepping aside to allow him into walk in. It took him a minute to realize you were still talking, shaking his head out to refocus himself.

"-again, really, no need to worry about being late. I was trying to work with your schedule but I should've known it's changed up a bit by now, right?" You lead him up a set of narrow stairs, though he was mostly following the smell of your perfume. It was such a light smell but he definitely picked up on it.

You opened a door immediately to the left of the stairs, letting Leon follow you inside. The sun was just starting to rise, shining through the large windows in the open room.

The place was cluttered, yet organized. Crowded, but that just made it all the cozier to Leon. His house was bare and lacked any sort of personality, but this... this place was covered in you.

"I'm glad you like it in here." You said in a quiet voice, looking up at him as he took in your workspace. He was smiling ever so slightly, which you mimicked with a smile of your own. "I try to make it welcoming in here, my apartment is the same way.."

Your voice trailed off as you walked over to a mostly put together set up near the back of the room where the only wall without windows sat. There was a chair sitting close to the wall, the same chair Chris was sitting in for his portrait with Claire, along with your easel sitting empty a few feet away.

Leon stood frozen, only moving his head around as he took everything in. He followed you with his eyes as you fumbled around with something, eventually producing a blank 24" x 36" canvas that was still wrapped in thin plastic.

His mouth made an 'o' shape as he pulled himself from his small trance once again, beginning to slowly make his way over to the set up you've made. He placed his helmet down on the floor beside the chair.

After placing the canvas on the easel, you walked back over to where you'd gotten the canvas from before grabbing a heavily used sketchbook. It was a large one, the paper a light brown instead of white.

Leon had only just realized that there was a faint sound of some form of classical music playing from somewhere in the room, glancing around for speakers before looking back over at you.

"I'm not getting started today, we're a couple steps away from that, so don't worry about appearance just yet." You said softly with a breathy laugh, quickly making your way back over to where he stood next to the plush chair in your setup, his hand feeling over the worn maroon fabric.

Leon nodded silently, moving to sit down once you requested he did, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched you drag over a small table. You worked fast, that's for sure.

Eventually, you'd set up a little tabletop easel to sit on the table you'd dragged in front of him, grabbing your swivel chair to sit in as you placed your sketchbook on the easel, open to a blank page.

"I just need to get some basic ideas of your facial structure since that's most important when it comes to these kinds of paintings. You're gonna be wearing a nice tuxedo when I do the second- no, third sketch for the final painting, but this is just for me to get a feel for you and vise versa." You rambled quickly, pulling out a pencil from one of your pockets before fully sitting down on the chair, bringing your legs up to sit criss cross.

"Uh.. Alright..." Leon responded, clearing his throat a bit. He didn't really understand what you'd said, you spoke a little too fast for his tired brain to keep up, but it seemed like whatever you were doing was necessary so he just rolled with it.

He was left a little speechless again at how you just began sketching, glancing up to his face and down to the page you were working on over and over. "...do you need me to, I don't know, pose or something?"

The way you kept looking at him was making feel a little uneasy. Granted he's never been in this sort of situation before, this whole process was very unfamiliar to him.

"No, no. You can move your head around and stuff. Get comfortable." You waved off, eyes wrinkling as you smiled at him. Leon nodded again, deciding to take the opportunity to look around your workspace again.

It really was a cozy space. Full of color and life, even the curtains you had lining the windows offered so much pattern and detail to the room. The back of the room where the two of you sat was more cluttered with less decor, but the front of the room was a whole different story with those massive floor pillows, blankets of all sorts strewn about, that big fluffy looking area rug, it was all so... homey. It was even inspiring him to decorate his own house a bit.

The sound of your pencil scribbling on paper and the faint sound of the classical music playing was all Leon could hear for awhile, eventually letting out an anxious sigh before beginning to talk. "So... a painter, huh..?"

"Oh yeah, I've been doing this since I was little. Obviously I wasn't that good back then, but I really improved after high school." You immediately responded, voice a little louder than his. Clearly the topic excites you. "If you want, I can hand you one of my other sketchbooks to look at while I do my thing over here?"

Leon patted his hands against the arms of the chair before nodding to the side, pursing his lips slightly. "Mm, sure. Let's see what ya got.."

As soon as he agreed, you stood up and shuffled over to the corner of the room where some desks sat arranged in a makeshift cubicle. You opened a drawer and pulled out a couple sketchbooks, still as raggedy as the one you were using now.

Walking back over, you carefully handed them to him, which he slowly took after meeting your eyes for a brief moment.

Once you made your way back to your chair, he placed both sketchbooks into his lap, opening up the one on top first. The man flipped through them silently as you began to sketch him out again.

You'd zoned into your work, adding just a bit of shading to your sketches to help emphasis some features when Leon cleared his throat again. You leaned to the side to look at him, your smile quickly returning when you saw his baffled expression.

"These are... wow, okay, how old are you?" Leon asked, head jerking upwards to meet your gaze once more. You just giggled in response, using the pencil as a fidget before returning to sketching.

"Sorry-uh, I don't mean to come off as rude or anything, but to be honest, I was expecting you to be some old lady when I saw the portraits you've done." Leon was quick to try and explain, probably misinterpreting your lack of response for unease.

Your giggle turned to a small laugh, leaning to the side once more to look at the man. "Well, I'm glad I could surprise you a bit. Hopefully I don't look old."

Leon groaned and wiped his hand down his face. "Again, sorry. Didn't mean to imply." He shook his head and looked back down at the two sketchbooks sitting in his lap, continuing to flip through them.

It was only a couple hours until you decided you got a good enough feel for drawing his face. Grabbing the sketchbook, you stood up, pencil still in hand, looking down at the sketches you made as you slowly walked over to him.

The man noticed you standing up, quickly moving to close the sketchbooks you'd given him in favor of seeing your new sketches.

"I... I think this'll be enough today. I don't want to keep you too long." You said, handing him the sketchbook. Leon took it from you, careful not to smudge anything as he finally got to see what you've been doing for the past two hours.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he studied the sketches you'd made of his face, seeing all the different angles, even the smile, how'd you get his smile?

You seemed to grow nervous the longer he stared at your sketchbook in silence, his intense look making it seem as if he didn't really like them. "Are they... Are they okay?"

Leon jostled the sketchbook a bit in his hands before standing up, now towering over you as he kept his eyes on the paper. "Just okay? These are beyond amazing."

You let out a small breath you didn't notice you were holding, heat rushing to your cheeks as you smiled at his compliment. "Oh, thank you.. I'm sorry, normally sketches don't take this long but it was stressed to me that your portrait was very important so I wanted to get everything as perfect as I could.."

"Seriously, you're a mad woman if you think these wouldn't be good." Leon chuckled, handing the sketchbook back to you. He kept his eyes trained on you, even after you turned to look down and close the sketchbook. Only a fool would miss that blush on your cheeks, it looked good on you.

"Anyways, when should I come back for the next.. uh..." Leon paused, crossing his arms loosely as he struggled to think of the word.

Luckily, you finished the sentence for him. "Session. Again, this painting's importance was stressed to me a lot, so probably the next time you're available?" You talked while you shifted the small table back to where it had originally sat under one of the numerous windows, tossing the sketchbook down on the chair cushion.

"Alright, since it's importance has now been stressed to me as well, I can probably clear up some stuff in my schedule. How's tomorrow sound?" Obviously, Leon had a completely free schedule, but you didn't need to know that.

"Tomorrow works great! The sooner the better!" You laughed, placing a gentle hand on his bicep as you walked past him to grab a sticky note. "I'll give you my personal number, just let me know when you're thinking of coming over and I'll meet you here, okay?"

Leon looked at your number before pocketing the note, nodding his head with a smile of his own. "Sounds good. Same way out?" He pointed to the door that you brought him in through, bending down to pick up his motorcycle helmet right after.

You confirmed with a thumbs up, now drinking water from your water bottle as you'd forgotten too while focused on drawing. You felt bad for not offering him any water while he was here, but you won't forget next time.

The man gave you a curt wave before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind himself.

You had to admit, you've worked with a very small handful of agents since it takes a lot for them to earn their own portrait, but Leon Kennedy had to be the one of the most handsome men you've ever worked with. Maybe even one of the most handsome men you've ever seen.

Lucky you pay attention to detail, cause you definitely didn't see a ring on his finger.

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Baby England (Part Two)

Lionesses x Young! Reader, Leah Williamson x Reader (platonic) Keira Walsh x Reader (platonic), Lucy Bronze x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: fluffy angst, mentions of blood/injury, coarse language.

Masterlist

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The Euros were flying past, and before you knew it, you were tapping your studs anxiously against the tunnel floor as you awaited the start of the Quarter Finals.

Every other game up until now had been different. You were promised a secure spot on the bench, assured the security of a safety sub during the last third of the game. You didn't receive the special treatment when you played. If anything, you were pushed harder by your opponents’ attempts to spike you out. You were young, younger than most of the women you played with and against, but you were there for a reason.

Sometimes you needed to be reminded that.

You were versing the Spanish Team. Contrary to many of your teammates, this was your first time playing them. Of course, you were aware of the individuals that you were playing against. You would be lying if you said you didn't idolize them. The mere idea of standing next to Mapi Leon and Aitana Bonmati was a frightening feeling. It was a bugging sensation filling your stomach. You tried searching the floor for any hope to calm your nerves, but the absence of serenity did nothing in response.

You weren't quite sure why Sarina had decided to put you in the starting eleven, especially in such a critical, knockout stage like today. The Euros were your first major tournament. When you told Leah the news, she wouldn't let you go from a bear-crushing hug until you wrenched her arms off you. She was reeling with excitement at the prospect of you standing alongside her in front of thousands of people. She couldn't contain her elation on the way to Falmer Stadium, and you tried to find the same emotions within yourself but the notion was proven difficult.

Hempo and Alex were giggling in a huddle as the team warmed up together. Leah was running laps with Beth. Rach and Millie were dribbling a ball with Ellen and Fran, and you were left stretching by the drink bottles, deep within your own thoughts.

You could see the Spanish girls across the field, eloping the growing crowd that littered the stands, all while split into groups as they carried out their respective warm-ups. You felt your hamstring tug while you ran you hands down your leg, tugging at your muscles so that they wouldn't tweak in the game.

The more time went by, with physios packing up their kits and subs heading over to the sideline, the more of a nervous wreck you became. You could feel the slight shake in your hands, the flood of adrenaline in your veins. Heart thumping out of your chest, beating in your ears, and bile rising in your throat.

This was your first time starting for your country. You had the impression that this was the one chance you could show not only Sarina, but all the media and fans that doubted your ability to set the tone for the game that you were capable of doing so. You wanted to make the first tackles, and produce opportunities. As a midfielder, you strived to cross the ball into the box for your strikers. Your job was to free the field of potential threats and switch between attacking and defensive plays depending on the style of your opponent.

You wanted everyone to know that you deserved to be in the starting eleven. You worked night and day, all the time, to make your dream come true. This was your life, your career, your journey.

The weight of this fell on your shoulders all at once in the tunnel as the narrow hallway blacked out most of the crowd’s roar. Everyone was in their own bubble, preparing themselves for the difficult match to come. Even as you walked out, eyes plastered on the floor, refusing to meet the eager euphoria of the crowd or anyone around you, the gravity of your situation began to set in.

You felt Leah kiss your forehead when walking past. The blush that painted your cheeks when you shook Mapi’s hand went straight through you. Nothing snapped you out of your haze. The crowd’s thundering booms fell beneath you, a level of determination fueling your insides as the whistle blew.

You ran up and down your line for nearly fifteen minutes before you finally gained possession of the ball. You were loosely marked by Guijarro beforehand, but as soon as the ball hit your feet, your legs were cut out from beneath you, leaving you tumbling face-first into the grass.

You were too high on adrenaline to feel the effects of the fall, but you felt fleeting hands sought your body when seeking to regain balance on your feet. There was a slight pang in your legs, but you quickly shook it off when offered a free kick.

“Should be a card, Ref.” One of your teammates quipped, holding your shoulders and pushing you on your way. The referee must've shooed her off too, since no acclimation changed and play resumed.

Both sides held possession well. You felt your confidence slowly increase at the endless support of the crowd. The flow of play made for excellent progress on your side of the midfield. You had curved a cross from the halfway line over to Hempo, but Ona Batlle had swiped it easily.

Georgia and Keira were absolute beasts, using their infinite knowledge to bound your team closer and closer to the goal. Spain was also moving quicker into your half as the game progressed, and the first half was coming to an end, you finally gained the opportunity to find space to shoot.

You were next to Beth, sprinting along the wing after Leah booted the ball to your end. The crowd boomed around you, your lungs gasping for air, your feet carrying you closer to the goal. Cardona was on you now, trailing your figure in the fleeting moments that felt like a lifetime.

Lauren was motioning for a crossover to her end, where no defenders thought themselves spent near. Paredes and Battle were spotting Ellen and Fran while Beth, Georgia and Keira were all making a worthy endeavour to free themselves.

Your heart raced as the wind whipped against your face, your hair whispering behind you in a tight, yet flimsy ponytail. No defenders were near the blonde. Ona and Paredes were stacking up against Ellen, while Carmona was battling Fran. Lauren was sprinting down the straight, her trajectory heading right into the box. Panos was urging her defenders back, but the communication between the two lines wasnt quick enough for your movements.

You made the move of switching the ball from your right foot to left, engulfing the fervour of the crowd as you did so. Blocking out any hesitancy, you kicked the ball as hard as you could, struggling to both watch your cross and keep straight at the same time. To your surprise, your connection with the ball made a successful thump, curving over the defenders and toward the direction of the blonde, who was almost in the box.

You watched with hope, every bone in your body ceasing up at the chance of scoring.

But before the outcome occurred, you felt your knees fall out, your legs crashing to the ground with a potent smack, leaving you winded and heaving for air. Your face made contact with the grass, your nose just skimming the ground as you made the sharp decision to move your head. For the second time that night, you heard the whistle blows to call the game to halt.

This time, however, you felt the potent emphasis of the strain on your body a lot more.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lucy’s thick accent came into range from above you, though you couldn't exactly see since your head was firm on the ground. Nothing hurtled incredibly badly, though you couldn't help but wince at the language falling from Lucy’s mouth.

While in a desperate attempt to pull yourself upwards, Keira came crouching beside you.

“Are you alright, Darling?” She asked, soothing a hand on your shoulders. Her eyes, both cautious and caring, bore into yours. You caught sight of Leah tugging Lucy away from the ref and Mapi, who was shown a yellow card.

You glanced up at the big display screens near the top of the stadium, watching in slight horror at the replay of Mapo taking you out from behind after the ball left your feet. It could've been a red card, arguably, but you were just glad you were still okay.

You told Keira so, thanking her when she pulled you up onto your feet. Lauren was watching from the other end, hauling thumps up your way, to which you promptly responded with a disappointed nod. You wished the ref had just left you on the ground because now you were going into the second half nil all.

You tried not to think about what could've been when sauntering back into the changing rooms. You were met with some encouragement. Leah was shouting all sorts of things to the team as they replenished and rejoiced for the next forty-five minutes. Rach and Millie were on either side of you, making an endeavour to be as loud and boisterous as they could in an attempt to rule everyone up. Lauren was by your side, taking prolonged sips from her water, patting you on the back throughout the break.

You watched all the girls intently while you changed your socks, tying your shoes with a double knot before following the rest of the girls out.

Before you jogged over to find your starting position, you felt someone spin you around gently.

“If that happens again,” Lucy spoke, Keira looking equally concerned by your side. “And you feel like it's too much, we want you to tell us.”

“I'm alright,” You reassured. You knew the pair believed you. This didn't soothe them, nonetheless. “I will, though. I promise.”

Before you could escape their prying eyes, Keira pulled you into a hug.

“You doing so well, Darling.” She muttered, patting your head. “Keep doing what you're doing.”

Both sides came out with a new taste of persistence. Everyone on the field was putting in ten times the effort from before. The anticipation from the crowd and determination in each of the girls’ mind combined to push the limits of the game to an all-new high.

Your hopes came crashing down when Spain’s striker, Gonzalez sent the ball through the back of the net. You threw your head back and groaned, moving your hands to cover your face. The celebration from the red rang out, their supporters in the stands properly dedicating their level of support. Your eyes met Leah, who was already marching back to her position. She gave you a civil nod. That was all. You knew she cared more for this than anything. This was the Euros.

That was enough motivation to keep going.

You tried to find more of a defensive end to your play going into the second half. Keira and Georgia were both creating chances down the line so you thought it best to keep the Spanish forwards on their toes by marking them instead of their defence.

Soon enough, Beth, Ellen, and Fran were all subbed off. You were surprised to find yourself still on the pitch. For some reason, your usual fatigue hadn't hit you yet, the endurance of beating your opponents still raw and fresh in your mind.

With Ella, Lessi and Chloe from now on, your assistance as a defensive midfielder was all the more prevalent. You made conscience tackles when needed. You pushed your opponents out of their zones, leaving them high and dry in different spots of the field. You were continuously feeding Chloe the ball from various passes, and even when some of them fell short, you made the effort to run back and do it again.

Spain must've noticed your team’s constant attacking push since strikers were being replaced for defenders, and roles were beginning to switch amidst the field.

Alex passed you the ball from between Garcia’s legs near the halfway line. You made no reluctance in sprinting down your line, taking no time in peeling the ball to your right in Chloe’s direction. The forward bolted into the centre, finding Lessi behind her. In a swift movement, Alessia found the ball at her feet, connecting a brilliant pass to Tooney.

Everyone on your backline held their breaths, awaiting the pause from Ella as she shot from where she received the ball. It went flying, flying forever, in what felt like a lifetime, before you heard the crowds rising to their feet in Revelation.

You held your arms up high, running towards the closest person, which happened to be Leah, and gripping her tight. She swung you round off the ground, yelling into your ear as the rest of your team celebrated around you.

You were one-all, you thought.

This was it.

When it went to extra time, you were almost certain you were due to be subbed off.

You had never played more than a half before. Going into over ninety minutes on the field, about to play another half hour, was daunting. You were starting to feel the dread of exhaustion pump into you when the extra time started. If you were to stay on until the end, and it was still one-all, it would go to penalties. You had only just made your Senior Debut, anyone would be stupid to think that you would ever oblige willingly to take one.

You stuck by your defensive line for the most part, only ever really leaving your back end of the midfield if you felt there was an opportunity to be given by the other end. You and Alex were pretty much feeding each other the ball if there was nothing else to give. The Spanish girls were growing impatient with it, and their relentless pushing and shoving indicated to the two of you that they were on the last thread.

You finally gave the ball to Millie, who gave it to Leah and returned back to you. For what felt like the hundredth time that game, you ran up your line, lugging the ball cautiously through the midfield. You sent a short pass to Ella, receiving the ball only a moment later. You shot past two of your opponents, glancing up to find none of your forwards free. You waited, fighting for possession for a while, before both Keira and Gee broke free from their markers. You chased them down, booting the ball to Keira.

Keira controlled the ball through the legs of Spain’s centre-back, hauling it along their backline before Gee found a space through the main slipstream. You held your breath, filling the air hitch around you in apprehension. Gee caught the ball, holding it for her side. The world seemed to stop, pause in time. You didn't remember seeing Georgia have a go at shooting, but the screams of the stadium were enough to send you tumbling towards her in a heap of sweat and tears.

You were the first to meet Georgia, jumping onto her back as the rest of your team fought themselves around her. Nothing else mattered to you at that moment, the feeling of absolute euphoria overriding any sort of anxiety you felt beforehand. All the girls were screaming, you were fighting tears. Everything was going your way, and you’d do anything to maintain it.

And that you did.

The rest of the game was defensive for you. You didn't even bother trying to connect any balls with the goal. You were too focused on any coming into your half. Lauren and Keira were subbed off, leaving no more subs available for the game. You played your heart out for the remaining time, counting down the clock for the final whistle.

When it blew, you fell to your knees.

You weren't sure if it was from the utter exhaustion of playing a hundred-and-twenty-minute game or merely because you were going through the realisation of winning. It was a surreal feeling, one you wouldn't shake for days. You stayed on the floor with your hands covering your face, hoping no one would catch the salty tears streaming down your red, tired face.

The Spaniards were all congratulating you by the end. You were quick to shake the apology Mapi Leon sent your way, blushing furiously at any sort of recognition from the defender. You ran into Leah’s arms, letting her ragdoll you around by swayying you back and forth.

“I'm so proud of you, my girl.” She muttered, kissing your forehead.

“Love you, Lee.” You simply replied, gripping her jersey tighter in your hands, relishing the moment with your eyes closed.

You were going to the Semi Finals.

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lionesses, yourusername (pretend its you)

*liked by keirawalsh, alexgreenwood and 43,256 others.

Lionesses — first full game starting AND player of the match. SAY THANK YOU BABY ENGLAND ❤️

Comments:

leahwilliamson — well deserved, beautiful girl 💗

^ yourusername — love you Lee ❤️

^ user1 — THEY ARE SO CUTE AWWWW

user2 — THANK YOU BABY ENGLAND YOU LITERALLY CARRIED US OMG

^ user3 — nah cause fr she deserved to play every minute of that game.

keirawalsh — our stargirl 💫

* liked by yourusername

georgiastanway — yeah the baby

^ yourusername — you can't call me a baby you're literally a few years older than me

^ Georgiastanway — YEAH THE BABY

arsenalacademy — congrats, baby england ❤️

^ user4 — you better start bidding for ur gurl or else she ain't gonna be yours

^ user5 — fr they think she won't leave but if a club wants to pay she’ll go where the money’s @

^ user6 — she wouldn't leave Leah. Period.

^ user7 — I doubt Leah would care where she goes, as long as shes happy.

ellatoone — lets goooooooooo

arsenalwfc — North London raised ‼️

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soccerdrama

soccerdrama — after an absolute masterclass performance from Y/N L/N for the Lionesses against Spain this week, talks from multiple clubs have spurred.

These include;

- Arsenal

- Aston Villa

- North Carolina University

- Bayern Munich

- Manchester City

Where do you think she'll go?

Comments:

user1 — PLEASE SHE NEEDS TO STAY WITH LEAH ARSENAL ARSENAL ARSENAL

^ user2 — she suits nl so much

user4 — her and hemp are gold together. Would love to see them play for city together.

^ user5 — they've also git LUCY, keira, and Alex. City will be unstoppable with Y/N in it.

User8 — I still think she’ll go to UNC

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[bqstqnbruin]

Just Friends - Part 1

Hello friends here we are with a new/old fic. like I said with the prologue, this is a rewrite of a fic I started back in 2021 so here we go

General Warnings for all parts: Swearing, drinking, sex, parental death, panic attacks

WC: 4147

Read the prologue here

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The last thing Emeline wanted to find when she got home from work that day was Francesca and Maddy in their apartment with the music so loud she could feel the vibrations through the door. If their neighbors hadn’t complained yet, as someone did just about every single time the two of them were home with Emeline with them, there was no doubt they were going to. The fact that they hadn’t gotten kicked out of the building was baffling, if Emeline had to admit it.

“There’s no way you can hear anything,” Emeline yells over the music, dropping her bag on the floor and kicking off her shoes.

“What?” Fran yells back, she and Maddy showing no care to the fact that Emeline was unusually late getting home and dancing to Maddy’s ‘feral pop punk garage rats’ playlist that Emeline didn’t need to hear right now.

Emeline reaches over to their speaker and turns the music down a little, ignoring Maddy and Fran’s protests. “Why is it so loud?”

“Music is meant to be heard,” Maddy protests. 

“Yeah, heard, not blowing out your ear drums.” 

“Aw, did someone have a hard day at school?” Fran teases, giving her roommate a playful shove on the shoulder.

“Notice what time it is?” Emeline gestures to the clock she had hung over the TV when they first moved in, 8:15 flashing on it when she normally got home around 5:30 every day.

The three of them sit down in their living room, Maddy on the floor, Fran in the chair she had claimed as hers for the last two years, and Emeline cross-legged on the couch, the music just loud enough that Emeline could still feel the vibrations the sound waves were sending through the apartment, not helping the growing dehydration headache she had.

Emeline recounts her day, from the lab that she had set up the night before for her honors students somehow dismantled and parts of it thrown out, knowing that the janitorial staff had a habit of mistaking some of her lab equipment as garbage at times, which meant she had to scramble to reset it before her AP students showed up to review for the test they had that day. The two free periods she was banking on using to take down the honors lab and set up the college-prep lab she wanted to do last period were both taken away because everyone in her department was getting sick, so she had to go cover other classes and use that time to plan out a new lesson for them for last period. Then, since she can’t say no to her students and they found out she played lacrosse in college, she then had to go to practice despite the fact that their season was in the spring, and it was fall. Once that was over, she finally had time to set up the lab, forgetting that she also still needed to prep for the next school day. 

“So what you’re saying is, we’re ordering pizza, drinking wine, and definitely getting drunk this weekend,” Maddy says, already tapping away on her phone their usual pizza orders.

“Have fun with that. Keelan is coming over tonight, too.” Her roommates groan at the mention of her boyfriend's name. “We haven’t seen each other in two weeks since that weird conversation about the guy in the elevator. Order his pizza, too.” 

“I knew I was happier these last two weeks,” Fran snides. Maddy and Fran had a strong dislike for Keelan since the four of them met during their freshman year of college. No matter how often they were together, no matter what he did for the girls, they never warmed up to him. 

“Knock it off,” Emeline tells them, getting drowned out by Maddy turning the music back up, louder than it was when Emeline first walked into the apartment. Emeline groans, lying down on the cushions and putting one of the pillows over her face. She really wanted to just go to her room and rot in her bed by herself after the day she had. If Keelan wasn’t coming over, she could have changed into one of the hoodies and pairs of sweatpants she had stolen from him and sat in the dark with something on Netflix that she wouldn’t pay attention to playing in the background.

“Do you guys hear that?” Maddy asks, pulling Emeline out of the trance she fell into. “Is someone knocking at the door?”

“We would know if the music wasn’t so loud,” Emeline mutters, definitely not loud enough for either of them to hear it.

“Nose goes,” Fran says, her and Maddy holding their finger to their nose like children, pointing at Emeline to get up from the couch. “Have fun, Em.”

“I bet it’s Mrs. MacGregor,” Maddy laughs, their senile downstairs neighbor constantly coming over to tell them that they were walking too loud and it was disturbing her parrot.

“If it is, you’re buying dinner this weekend,” Emeline calls, hoping their eighty something year old neighbor wasn’t on the other side of the door. “Oh, hi.”

Two guys she was sure she had never seen in the building before were standing in front of her, practically towering over her. “Your music is kind of loud,” one of them says, his cheeks turning red, shoving his hands in his pockets like he was afraid to tell her. There was something about him that she found endearing. His beard was a different shade than the rest of his hair, adding to his charm, the nervous shake of his voice making her wish she met him in a different circumstance. If she wasn’t in a ‘murder everyone’ type of mood, she would have actually wanted to be nice to him. 

“No, it is loud,” the other says, clearly not amused with his friend trying to sugarcoat the subject as Emeline makes a face at them. There was something about them that made her briefly think that they were brothers, cousins, some sort of genetic relationship had to exist between them. Either that or they were both just guys with brown hair and she was too tired to comprehend anything else.

“I know.” The shorter her answers, the shorter their conversation, right?

“Who is it?” she hears Fran calling from her chair. Emeline can picture the smug faces they had as they hoped it was Emeline who had to deal with Mrs. MacGregor and not them.

“People telling us your music is too loud.” 

“Tell them to come in and say it to our faces.” 

Emeline rolls her eyes at her roommates' antics, gesturing to the strangers to come in despite not knowing who they are or why they were in their building in the first place. “They could be murders that you’re inviting in,” she points out.

“We aren’t murderers,” the nervous one says to her before turning to Fran and Maddy once she leads them into their living room. “We aren’t murderers.”

“We just got back from a trip that was way too long. We’re eating dinner and then going to bed, but we can’t do that if the music is too loud,” the other one says. 

Maddy scoffs, finally turning the music low enough that Emeline can finally think without the music interrupting her thoughts. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Murderers,” Emeline mumbles, reclaiming her spot back on the couch.

“We’re your neighbors. I’m John, this is Jeremy.”  

“Well, John, Jeremy,” Fran starts, leaning forward on her chair, “We were just about to order pizza. Want to join us?”

Emeline glares at Fran. She knows what a long day means for Emeline’s social battery. She knows that there is nothing more that Emeline wants than to go to her room and go to bed, Keelan coming over or not. 

The nervous one, Jeremy, starts to stammer. “Uh, no, it’s fine. She doesn’t really look like she’s in the mood for company, we don’t want to bother you.”

“If you’re buying, I’ll eat,” John shrugs, plopping down on the floor next to Maddy as she hands him her phone to put in what he wants. 

“Johnny, we can’t.”

“Emeline is fine. She’s just grumpy,” Fran mocks her. Emeline throws the pillow at her, silently wishing she had something harder. “Exhibit A.”

“It’s been a long day.” 

“Ours was longer,” John counters.

“It’s not a competition,” she shoots back. Before they can say anything else, she gets up, leaving the four of them in the living room. She didn’t need this. Her room was calling. Her sweatpants and sweatshirt were on her bed waiting to be changed into. 

Someone knocks at her door just as she pulls the sweatshirt over her head. She really wasn’t in the mood for Fran to just barge in like she did. “Can you at least be nice to them for like, an hour? They’re cute. And Jeremy seems to be nervous around you,” Fran tells her in a sing-songy voice. 

“So?”

“He likes you.”

Emeline scoffs, tying the strings on her hoodie just the way she likes them. “He just met me.” 

“He said he’s seen you around the building and he’s been wanting to talk to you.”

“So he’s a stalker. How does that get brought up in the less than five minutes I’ve been in here, anyway?”

“Jesus, Emeline. Not everyone is looking to commit a felony.” Emeline avoids looking at her roommate, really just wanting to be left alone. “The pizza is gonna be here soon, the guys are nice, and I’ll even be nice to Keelan when he comes if you come back.” 

“You’re annoying.”

“And you love me, anyway,” Fran tells her, throwing her arm around Emeline and dragging her back out to the living room, finding Jeremy on the couch still looking nervous when she comes back.

Emeline sits down on the other end of the couch, tucking her feet under her. She tries not to stare at the two of them in their apartment, but Fran was right, they are cute. John looks a little younger than the three of them, but Jeremy is about the same age, she guessed. There was something familiar about both of them, though. 

“So, uh, Emeline,” Jeremy starts, not making eye contact with Emeline. “Fran and Maddy said that you’re a teacher?” 

“She teaches chemistry.” 

“I can speak for myself, you know,” Emeline tells Maddy. 

“Not according to that one guy,” Fran points out, she and Maddy exchanging knowing looks about the one coworker that Emeline hated talking about the most just as her phone vibrates.

Her roommates really did forget that she can order sulfuric acid with a few clicks of a button on her computer.

“Should we ask?” John asks, noticing the scowl that was forming on Emeline’s face.

She rolls her eyes, knowing that thanks to her roommates, these guys would find out anyway, checking her phone and groaning, throwing it to the side. She was outside contract hours, he couldn’t make her work. “My department head is a dick. He takes my lessons and my labs and passes them as his own because he claims his ‘department head duties take up so much of his time he can’t plan on his own.’ He just texted me asking what I was teaching to college-prep so we’re ‘on the same page.’” 

“Do you think he’s the one who took apart the lab you set up yesterday?” Maddy asks, Emeline noticing she stole a glance of Johnny while saying it.

“Either him or our custodial staff thought some of it was actual garbage so they threw it out,” she shrugs. “Which, reminds me, I have to order more filter paper tomorrow, remind me to do that.”

Fran and Maddy exchange looks, both of them knowing that they were going to forget to tell her, scrambling for their phones to put a reminder in for themselves.

“That sucks,” is all Jeremy can add, still not looking at her.

Emeline shrugs, her phone buzzing beside her, probably another text from Anderson. “Eh, I have some of the guys in the department who try to stick up for me, and my students seem to like me, so who cares?” 

“One thing you’ll learn about Em is that part of being a teacher is that she can never check out from being one,” Maddy explains, Johnny being the one to steal a glance at her this time. “It’s constant.” 

Fran, Maddy and John fall into conversation, Emeline trying to process that even though she knew it was true, while Jeremy just sat there awkwardly on the couch next to her not saying a word. Emeline was getting more tired by the minute, and Jeremy was still too nervous to say anything to her.

“You left the door unlocked again,” they hear, interrupting their conversation. Fran and Maddy roll their eyes, Emeline’s anxiety growing suddenly as Keelan lets himself into their apartment. “Do you know how many people could just walk by and rob you when you do that? I’ve told you not to -oh, hi.” Keelan stands there, clearly expecting to only lecture the girls about their door. His face turns red, a cup from Dunkin in his hands.

“Keel, this is Jeremy and John, they’re our neighbors,” Emeline explains as he walks over to her, kissing the top of her head and handing her the drink. Emeline took a sip, grimacing at the tea he had brought her, way too sweet for her own taste despite the fact that she had told him multiple times she didn’t like sugar in her coffee or tea.

“Huh, it’s like a triple date,” he says, leaving to drop his bag in Emeline’s room, the three girls exchanging equally confused glances. 

“He really had to come tonight?” Fran whispers. 

“He’s staying over, isn’t he?”

“Yes, and yes, stop it. You knew he was coming. You said you would be nice to him.”

“I said I would be nice to him, not about him.”  

John and Jeremy sit there in awe, trying to figure out what they had just walked into. Before her roommates could protest more, Keelan comes back, sweatpants and sweatshirt on just like Emeline. Both were wearing Boston College lacrosse gear, Emeline definitely changing into the old gear because it was comfortable after what had been a day from hell, Keelan only pulling it out because the guys were there, despite the word ‘club’ written on the breast of his sweatshirt being the noticeable difference between their clothes. That didn’t matter to Keelan in the moment; Emeline didn’t even have to ask, she knew he never wore that sweatshirt unless he felt threatened by something.

“Did either of you play lacrosse?” Jeremy asks, trying to break the awkwardness.

Keelan puts his arm around Emeline, pulling her close to him faster than she was expecting. “We both did, actually. That’s how we meet.” 

“At BC?”

“We all went to Boston College, we all played lacrosse. Three of us did all four years, too, on an actual varsity team, not the club team,” Fran snides, a not so subtle dig at Keelan, causing him to roll his eyes and hold Emeline almost uncomfortably close. 

“That’s because there’s only a club team for men. For some reason, the AD decided the women having a team was more important despite you losing in the championship three years in a row,” Keelan tries to counter, only earning an eyebrow raise from Fran who was, without a doubt, about to say something much worse to him. 

“We only lost twice and won the championship our senior year,” Fran corrected him. “BC hasn’t had a varsity lacrosse team for men since 2002. If you wanted varsity, you should have went to BU.”

“What time is the pizza getting here, Mads?” Emeline changes the subject before the dick measuring contest between her boyfriend and her roommate somehow ends with her roommate winning. Fran was, as usual in her verbal sparring against Keelan, remaining calm, while Keelan himself was two seconds from saying something that would result in him getting kicked out of their apartment permanently. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you were ordering pizza,” Keelan snides.

This was awful. This was the last thing Emeline wanted to deal with when she got home. If she went to her room, then Fran or Keelan would just follow her. As soon as the pizza was there, all she wanted to do was eat it as fast as possible and run away to her room. She needed peace. She wanted quiet. 

“I’m getting a drink, who wants something?” Emeline asks, wriggling free of Keelan’s grip and heading off to the kitchen with the practically full tea still in her hands. Emeline sighed, leaning against the counter with her eyes closed. It was already pushing 9:30 pm, half an hour from when Emeline normally went to bed happily since she had to wake up to take her train way earlier than she would like to every morning. 

“Hey,” Jeremy startles her, causing her to bump her hip harder against the cabinet, making her wince at the pain that would definitely turn into a bruise. “Sorry, we can go if you really don’t want us here. We just wanted the music to be a little quieter.” 

Emeline sighs, knowing that she was acting like a bitch. “No, it’s fine. It was just a long day that was part of a longer week. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Jeremy says, quietly. He shrugs. “It happens to all of us.”

Emeline looks at Jeremy, her entire being feeling calmer with him standing there for whatever reason. “Thanks.”

Jeremy swallows, clearing his throat. “Uh, the pizza should be here any minute. If you want, you can just take it to your room instead of staying out with us,” he tells her, somehow reading her mind, “I don’t think any of us would mind. Well, Fran seems like someone who might.”

Emeline can’t help but laugh. “She means well.”

“She seems to want what’s best for you. And for Maddy. I can respect that.” 

“She’s very protective, that’s for sure,” Emeline says, throwing out the tea and grabbing a glass of water. Without asking, she pours one for Jeremy, him taking it and smiling at her, sending a shiver down her spine that she didn’t quite know how to process. Fran had been there for her and Maddy’s darkest moments during college, which sounds dramatic, but she really was the first person either of them wanted to call if something was going wrong. She just cared, probably a little more intensely than either of them asked for. 

 The two of them go back into the living room without saying anything else, glasses in hand. The pizza had arrived, Maddy and Johnny passing them around, reading off everyone’s order. 

“Why’d you order me this?” Keelan asks when Emeline sits down, box in hand as Maddy  passes off the last two to her and Jeremy.

“You always get the honey barbeque chicken one,” Emeline points out, opening up her box, her favorite pizza making her suddenly excited. She didn’t realize how hungry she was, or remember the fact that she hadn’t eaten since her lunch at 11 that morning. 

“Yeah, you have made a very big deal about how you always get that one pizza, because it’s your favorite,” Maddy continues, spraying bits of her own pizza everywhere. 

“You’re a creature of habit, as you love to say,” Fran deadpans, not looking away from her own food. 

“I don’t want this. What did you get, Emmy?” 

Emeline freezes with her mouth open as she was bringing a slice to her mouth, already knowing where this conversation was going to end up. She tried to ignore Fran mouthing ‘Emmy,’ to Maddy, mocking the nickname Emeline admittedly hated that Keelan always used for her. “The White Greek pizza.” 

“It’s fine, we can just switch.” 

“But,” she starts, looking at her own pizza. “I don’t like barbeque. You know that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want this.” 

The two of them stare at each other for a minute, Emeline’s mind trying to process the fact that Keelan even had the audacity to ask her to eat his pizza when he knew she detested the entire thing. They were nice enough to buy him a pizza, a surprise that he wasn’t expecting, and here he was, demanding that she give him hers? She had called him on the way home and told him all about her day and what happened, and now he was adding to it? “Take mine.” Both of them turn to Jeremy, him already holding his box out for Keelan. “I thought I ordered the barbeque one anyway, not the buffalo one, it was my mistake.” 

“Hey, thanks, man,” Keelan says, all too happy to take the pizza from someone he just met. 

Fran, Maddy, and John start to have a conversation, tuning out the three of them on the couch. Not that they were saying anything. Emeline was too mad to eat the entire thing, only picking off the olives instead. Jeremy was trying his best not to cringe at the overly sweet pizza that he had never had any intention of ordering. Keelan just existing at that moment was enough to make Emeline irritated.

“You know what,” Emeline says, closing the box of pizza, all five of them startled and suddenly turning towards her. “I think I’m going to turn in.”

“Are you sure?” Jeremy asks, a sound of panic in his voice.

“Yeah, I mean, I’m tired, I have to wake up early and I have another long day tomorrow, anyway.” Emeline leaves before anyone can protest.

The five of them watch Emeline leave, Fran and Maddy sending death glares at Keelan. 

“Why must you have the personality of a guy who’s had back pain his entire life? What is wrong with you?,” Fran scolds him, throwing a napkin at him.

“What kind of insult even is that?”

“‘I don’t want this,’” Maddy mimics in a high pitched voice. “What adult talks like that?”

“Go apologize to her or I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass you’re going to taste that instead of the pizza you took from Jeremy,” Fran threatens.

“I offered it to him,” Jeremy tries to diffuse the situation.

“You love buffalo chicken though. Linus has fed you buffalo wings in the locker room before,” John points out.

“We’re going to talk about that in a second,” Maddy starts, “but Keelan, come on. You know how stressful this time when lacrosse starts back up for her. You could have just taken the pizza she was nice enough to order for you.” 

“I knew I should have let you starve.” 

Keelan huffs, putting the pizza down on the table in front of them. He knocks on the door to Emeline’s room, not waiting for her to invite him in since the lights were already off. He sees her in the dark, lying on her back scrolling on her phone. “I’m a dick.”

“I know.” 

He sits down on the bed next to her. “I’m sorry.” 

“For?” she asks, treating him like one of her students.

Keelan sighs, lying down. “How long have you known Jeremy?”

“I met him like an hour before you got here.”

“He was the guy in the elevator.”

Emeline groans. “I thought we were past this.”

“Well.”

“Well?”

“Well, he likes you, Em.” Emeline can’t help but scoff. “I mean, I obviously can’t blame him. But, Em, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time he’s been here. He didn’t take his eyes off you in the elevator either. John even said Jeremy had mentioned that he’s been wanting to talk to you.”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” she groans again, putting her phone on her stomach and covering her face with her hands. “So what? That doesn’t mean he likes me, it means he’s kind of a creep. And if he does, what does it matter?” 

“I’m afraid.”

Emeline reaches over to turn the lamp on, wanting to get a look at Keelan for this, this confirmation she was waiting for. She studies his face as he stares up at her ceiling fan. “Afraid of what?”

“What if I lose you?” 

Emeline lets out a little laugh. “To Jeremy? Please.” She rests her head on his chest, Keelan wrapping his arm around her and kissing her forehead. “At most, he can be a friend. Just like Jack. Just like Marc,” she says, referencing his college teammates.

“Jack and Marc didn’t so obviously like you.”

“Jack and Marc both tried to hook up with me multiple times during college.”

Keelan sighs, pulling her closer. “Just a friend?”

“Just a friend.”

[viandclintbarton-supremacy]

Crimson Mask (EngWnt x !Japan Reader)

Warning: Angst, Mentions of blood and Swearing

This story was inspired by @freefalls06-blog go check them out, they just started writing and they started with a banger

(Just quickly, reader is half English so can speak English plus i wont event try to use google translate to try and use Japanese cuz cant trust it)

It was the group stage of a invitational cup and you would have to take on the Lionesses. Two powerful team will clash together, the challenge excited you not only that you would face your Barca teammates and friends from your time in Chelsea but do so representing the country you loved and facing another you also called home.

After the walk out and singing the national anthems, you would shake hands and say good game to your opponents and friends.

Everything was going to plan as in 5 minutes you and your team managed to get the lead after Endo crossed it into the box to meet you foot to send it into the England net. You would go off cheering to the corner shortly being bundled by your teammates

"We got this! Let's keep going" Yui shouted as she cheered alongside you

"Ok guys, we have 85 mins still left. Focus." Risa said In efforts to keep you and the team focused. As you get up and head back to your side, you notice the glares from Lucy, Keira and Bright.

The match would continue with being a nightmare for the lionesses, getting passes and shots on target putting Mary Earps to the test.

You would one two with yui and as you ran behind leah to receive the ball you would suddenly be looking up to the star filled sky whilst a intense pain around your ankle and your ankle. You immediately response was to sit up on your knees and face the person who tackled you from behind and it was your barcalona teammate Keira Walsh. "What the fuck Kei!" You would let out as the ref would signal for a free kick. Keira just shrugged giving you a oops look, a move that made you hot under the collar and you shoved her. Shocking keira as you weren't a physical person but seeing someone you consider a "friend" act like that made you not think.

The ref would blow the whistle again as your teammates and england would get in-between you guys. Some of the Lionesses clearly pissed you pushed Keira whilst some didn't interfere due to not wanting cards. You could hear the angry voices of Earps, Greenwood and Toone whilst you see Fran Kirby would walk behind you and pat your back "Calm down Y/N, not worth it" You nodded a bit irrated.

"Walsh, L/N here" the ref would signal for both of you to walk towards them and stand in front of them "We are here to play and not fight, any more of this behaviour and you will be penalised. This is you first and last warning. Squash it and let's play" Both disgruntled you would both clasp hands and start to walk back for the free kick.

Keira would mutter a genuine "Sorry, I got carried away" but it would fall on deaf ears and you were still pissed and walked away at a fast pace

Seeing the fire in your eyes Yui would let you take the free kick as she knew where you strength in free kicks are and this being at the edge of the box it was a sweet spot of yours. Determined to get payback you took your spot and breathed in and out, trying to compose yourself and ignoring the pain in your lower hip. You start to drown out the voices of the players and crowd and focus on the corner of the net, with a deep breath you run up on your tip toes and swing you leg across your body hitting the ball in efforts to curl the it over the wall exhaling as you do. You watched as the ball glided with elegance as it skimmed Mary's fingers and sloted into the top corner of the net. Your teammates and home crowed cheered as you wooed to the sky feeling that anger change into happiness ignoring the swear from the england keeper frustrated at herself before being grouped hugged by your team.

Half time would come and you would make your way off the pitch before feeling a bump behind making you stagger, you would look up and see Bronze not even glance at you as she walked by "For the love of. Don't be like that Luc!" You said slighty flabbergasted at her actions. You shook your head and continued to walk but couldn't help shake the slight hurt feeling you have from having been tackled by Keira like that and Lucy to do that. They were the two who help you settle in barcalona and would call close friends, hell they are your neighbours. What is up with these girls.

You sit in the locker room listening to your coach and the game plan but the feeling still bugged you no matter how hard you tried to focus.

"Your doing great, you have had rough games befoe" you smirked looking towards Hamano and nodded

"Yeah and rougher nights with that american last month" you hear from Yui making you turned pink in the cheeks and cover your face as your teammates laughed. As you sighed and chuckled aswell. You may have been caught one day when a friend with benefits walked out your dorm door to meet a bunch of your teammates thus labeling you as a "player" of the group and endless days of jokes at your expense were made.

"Y/N! HERE!" You hear Saki shout as millie blocked your path, you backed heeled it to Saki with faith as you began to make a run with millie trying her best to hold and keep up. You watched the ball pass from person to person until you found an opening "Fuka!" You shouted as you pointed for a through ball, she caught on quickly and sent it to you. You ran and ran and got a foot to the ball but then felt the wind pushed out of your lungs as your body shock with violence sending you crashing down to the floor. You would gasp for air as you turned to lay on your back as you started to hear ringing in your ears, you felt like you just got blindsided by two bulls from both sides of your body and couldn't tell what just happened. You had your eyes closed responding to the pain whatever happened also reawoke the pain from your hip and ankle. As you opened your eyes first blurry you would see the medical staff checking and see Hamano and Kirby with worried expressions. You sat up slowly feeling one of the medics hands on your shoulder, you saw a cluster of Japanese and England players arguing and swearing at each other whilst the japanese crowd were booing down a storm "What the bloody hell happened" You said finally managing to catch your breath though still winded. "You just got crushed you that's what!" You would hear Hinata shout in anger like never before as she came over to look at you. "Can you walk L/N" The medic said, you nodded as you moved to get up "slowly, let's walk to the sideline" you stood with the help of the medics walked off pitch so they can make sure you are ok and not injured in anyway.

You looked at the cluster starting to separate and go into thier positions whilst the ref pulled aside Lucy and Millie. Making you frown as they both were shown yellow cards. Still confused you looked to the screen that was showing a replay. You had the ball but Lucy barged into your right as Millie smashed into you left side. Like Hinata said, you were crushed by two of your friends. Rewatching it sent shivers down your spine You looked at the duo who seemed just irritated and shown no concern for you or remorse. And that action resulted in you being crushed a 2nd time that night but this time emotionally.

The game resumed as the medics checked you and let you breath. A few minster you came back on to applause from the crowd and words of encouragement from your teammates. This boosted your focus and pride. You may have been raised in England but this was your Home.

It was a corner ball for Japan, you would get in between Millie and the goal post readying yourself for a big jump into the air, trying ignore the fear that crept into you being this close to Millie. To you she was the King Ghidorah to your Godzilla and with what just happened you cant lie, it shook you to the core. As the ball was whipped in you jumped up battling bright in the air the ball skimming your head and then felt yourself pushed by millie with force

*ping*

You were face down on the ground dazed, ringing in your ears again, light headed. You got up in one knee as the pain got worse. You couldn't hold head up, you heared someone call to you. Slowly turning your head to you right your would see an impatient Mary looking at you waiting to take a goalkick. As you tried to get up you felt a coldness fall over you face and a liquid run over your eyes and mouth, you would fall back onto you butt due to the liquid covering your eyes and you feeling more light headed. You saw Mary face turn from impatience to frowning to horror as she screamed to the referee as she pointed you. You couldn't make out was being said as she hurried to and kneeling down to you as you lay, Mary would wrap her arms around you sit you up preventing from the liquid on your face from going into your mouth and choking on it. You looked forward before your vision became blurry but managed to see the faces of your friends. Hinata covering her mouth, Keira covering her face with her hands and turning away as soon as see saw your face whilst Yui and Lucy ran with speed towards you with faces of fear whilst Millie stood there like a frozen statue eyes wide and unable to move.

You would feel your eyes drop, ignoring the shakes from Mary and the medics and friends running to you, your head would drop before you would lose consciousness looking at your blood covered hands.

The stadium was silent, Both teams were stunned and scared. Fear, horror, panic and paranoia crept in as they worried for F/N L/N. The whole football world stopped. all that anyone could think of is the image of the crimson mask that covered F/N's face...

To be continued.

"Crimson mask" a professional wrestling term to describe a wrestler's face being covered in his own blood"

HELLO!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It will depend on if you lovely humans want a part 2is wanted let me know and please do . Even if the littlest of things you want to comment on 😁

Sorry for grammar and spelling

Thank you so much enjoying your day and reading 💜

[the-epic-sanses]

Hello! Welcome to the blog!

I noticed that even after all these years, there has never been an account dedicated to this group of goofballs, so I decided I'd be the first! This blog is dedicated to Epic Sanses fans and anyone wanting to learn more about them. Feel free to @ this blog in any posts related to the Epic sanses! It makes my job easier :D

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[walkingintheheartbreaksatellite]

hi! not sure if you’re accepting requests right now but you can kindly ignore this ask if you aren’t! i was hoping if you could write a blurb with famous harry and a twitch gamer y/n, thank you so much!

I Don’t Like This Game!

Okay first of all, THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN. @atharryshouse and I were literally just kind of talking about this so this is extremely funny to me. Hope this is okay!

Warnings- Horror game, possible curse words, mentions of death.

>>>—————————->

“Yeah, okay. I’ll do it.”

I get flustered and I start to argue with him.

“Come on Harry, plea- wait what? You’ll do it?!”

He laughs and nods before he pulls me into his arms.

“I know it’s important to you and how bad can it really be?”

I smile and peck his lips before running into my office to set up.

After ages of asking, Harry has finally agreed to stream with me on twitch and I know just the game to play.

I get my camera situated and I start the stream.

“Welcome back my little lovelies! Today we’ve got a lot in store! But first, I’d like to welcome a very, very special guest, aka, it’s time for a boyfriend reveal! Harry! Come in here please!”

Harry walks in and sits in the gaming chair next to me, smiling into the camera. The chat immediately blows up.

Markimoooooo: OH MY GOD IS THAT- ERROR 404

Irish-coffee-potato: HARRY FREAKING STYLES?!

Narrygrl4life: I KNEW IT!

Fran-Bow’s-Cat: FINALLY! I THOUGHT THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN

Ethanscrank: THE WATERMELON GUY?!

Harry and I laugh at the comments and I hug his arm as I read them a little bit before I decide to get started.

“Okay my lovelies! As I said, we’ve got a lot in store for today’s stream! Today, we will be playing… H can I get a drumroll?”

Harry smiles and starts pounding on my desk lightly in a rhythm.

“We’re playing The Mortuary Assistant! Literally one of the most requested games on my channel!”

Harry looks at me, an eyebrow raised.

“You said we were going to be playing Animal Crossing, Y/N..”

I shrug and smile.

“Yeah well I changed my mind. Anyways! To the game! Now I played the demo and I absolutely loved it! Harry, any thoughts on what this could be about?”

He lets out a sigh and gives me a knowing look.

“It’s a horror game, isn’t it?”

I just shrug and smile.

“Guess you’ll have to wait and find out. Now I’m gonna let you start since I’ve already kind of played it, that way you get your feet wet.”

He nods and takes the mouse and the keyboard, placing it closer to him. He starts a new game and the dialogue begins to play.

“So.. I just need to find her keys? I’ve literally checked every place that makes sense and I can’t find them.”

I snort and shake my head.

“If I’ve learned one thing about playing games, check everywhere and everything.”

He continues to search for the keys and after a hilarious 10 minutes, he finds them and I let out a loud laugh, which earns me a glare.

“You knew where they were, didn’t you, Y/N?!”

“I’m sorry, H! I wasn’t sure if it was the same place as the demo! And I saw them so I thought you would’ve too! I didn’t think it would take you 10 minutes!”

He rolls his eyes playfully and continues to follow the instructions, collecting the materials he needs. He enters the office and jumps when he hears a sound come from another room in the game.

Y/Nisthequeen69: Does Harry not like horror? He seems easily frightened.

I shake my head, laughing as I enter the question.

“It depends how scary it is. When we watched the Last of Us, he hid his head in my shoulder a few times. He’s my cute little scaredy cat, aren’t you bubs?”

Harry rolls his eyes and nudges me with his shoulder. Harry continues to play, his eyes widening at the dialogue.

“Possession?! And I can’t leave! What in the hell kind of game is this, Y/N?!”

I snort and shrug. He continues to listen and shake his head.

“Demonic Possession, Y/N? Are you kidding? Why would you put me through this?!”

The comments blow up again and I snort as I read them.

“Narrygrl4life says ‘that’s not very TPWK of you, Y/N’. Please! He’ll get over it! I’ve seen Love Actually 16 times because of him! I feel like this is my payment!”

Harry rolls his eyes and moves the gurney into the body chamber, but he jumps when the lights flicker.

“Jesus!”

“Harry, calm down!”

He moves a body back into the embalming room when the lights go out again.

“Y/N, I don’t like this game! Take over please for the love of god!”

I laugh and shake my head.

“You’re doing fine, bubs. It’s just a game, remember? Nothing can hurt you. I’m right here.”

He nods and takes a deep breath before he keeps going. He moves into the office and the room becomes blurry and voices can be heard, making me laugh.

“You’re sadistic, Y/N. Making me play this. I’m going to try to leave.”

He makes his way back out to the car in the parking lot and attempts to start it. The car stalls and refuses to starts and suddenly, in the doorway of the mortuary, a shadow of a person appears, making Harry curse.

“Fuck I hate this game so much! Why did I let you talk me into this?!”

I laugh and shake my head, kissing his shoulder.

“It’s gone now, Harry. Just go back inside. I’ll help you with the possessions.”

He sighs and gets out of the car, heading back inside and into the embalming room. He continues to follow the instructions and he seems to remain calm.

“What was that? Why was there a knock at the door? I’m the only one here…”

He hesitantly moves the mouse around and I just shrug.

“Don’t worry about it. Keep going, you’re doing great babe.”

He starts to embalm the body and he freaks out a little.

“Is this how people are embalmed?! This is horrible! Needles to keep the jaw shut?! Your sister really does this?!”

I laugh and hug his side.

“Honestly I don’t know. But god I’m definitely getting cremated. This is horrible.”

He nods in agreement and squeaks a little when a possessed body pops up out of nowhere.

“Y/N!”

I roll my eyes and I wrap an arm around him.

“Calm down. He’s not gonna hurt you, big baby. Keep going. You need to drain her blood.”

He focuses for another 20 minutes or so, cringing every now and then at the detailed graphics of the body.

“Y/N… did you see that? There’s something outside. You saw that, right?”

I shake my head, holding back a laugh.

“I think it’s just a figment of your imagination.”

He glares at me and moves on to the next body.

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“Okay it’s too peaceful right now and it’s too suspicious. I don’t like this. Wait no- things look nuts and the phone is ringing. I’m not supposed to trust the phone-.”

I look at the screen and narrow in, trying to see clearly.

“Is that what I think it is?”

A body appears to be floating in the flooded kitchen, and it’s body starts to rise.

“ You did this to me. This is all your fault-.”

The body jumps out of nowhere and the room goes red and dark, Harry jumping in his seat.

“Jesus fuck! I hate this game, Y/N! Hate it!”

I let out a snort and shake my head.

“H, are you waving a white flag?”

Harry lightly drops his head onto the desk before he sits up.

“Yes. Please for the love of god. I’m about to lose it.”

I laugh again and shake my head as he gets up from his chair and climbs on top of me, his back to the camera as he hugs me tight.

“You owe me for this, love. A romcom marathon. Tomorrow.”

I laugh and pat his back before he gets up again, sitting back in his chair. I take over playing, Harry jumping in his seat every now and then until I find a good place to stop.

“Okay lovelies! So this was- interesting. Harry? Did you like the game?”

He glares at me and shakes his head.

“You’ve done me dirty, Y/N.”

I shrug and smile.

“Thanks for watching guys! Since this one is home from tour, he’s gonna be playing with me more! Stay tuned for our next game; Five Nights at Freddy’s Security Breach: Ruin!”

“Y/N! No more horror games! No.”

“Oh Harry, calm down. FNAF is literally for babies. Just jump scares and robots.”

“I don’t like these games!”

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[callmebyjay]

my all time favourite games listed because no one asked:

hollow knight, the last of us, detroit become human, animal crossing new horizons, stardew valley, fran bow, little nightmares (1&2), beyond two souls, the sims 4 (timeless classic), league of legends (hate the people but love the game), minecraft, the walking dead series, life is strange 2

honorable mentions: ori and the blind forest, it takes two, unravel (1&2), little miss fortune, pokemon black, sims 2 castaway, my sims (on the wii, that shit SLAPPED), journey, the last guardian, shadow of the colossus.

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

Season 1 episode 6 [Like Angels Put In Hell By God] - part 2/2

- [Louis] "It was an awkward time, but I loved Claudia with all my heart, and I loved Lestat with a wounded one." - better a broken heart than no heart at all, as my Doctor would say.

- Hey, looook, estranged Father and estranged Daughter finally agreeing on something! All for the sake of Daddy, yeah, but still.

- Okay, but if Antoinette is dead, that means no Antoine during Prince Lestat… Unless Lestat is lying again. Which would make things Awkward if they do adapt Prince Lestat and follow that plotline.

- Love Louis playing mediator between his husband and his daughter. Honestly seeing myself trying to mediate between my violently divorced parents and my siblings who have each chosen their side. Fun times all around.

- Love that they sleep in the same coffin, though. Healing!!

- Aaaaw, a Nicki mention! Love Claudia's proxy jealousy, all for the game and the hatred.

[Lestat] "Nicki passed on after he and I parted ways. Took me a century to try again." - you know what, I am now firmly in support of the timeline change. Love the fact that it took a century for Lestat to love again, instead of a decade like in the book. That's my kind of star-crossed doomed romance jam.

- Ah, yep, there it is, not very dead Antoinette. Good job, Lestat. That's definitely not going to come back and bite you in the neck. "There's no place for me other than New Orleans." - 'Stat, chéri, explain to me how you think this is all going to work out in your mind.

- [Louis] "What difference would it make?" - resignation is not a good look on you, Lou baby.

- [Louis] "The numbness remained, hardened somehow into a dissociative shell, a vessel of acceptance, tortured rationalisation." - and here comes the depression with the steel chair…

- Claudia my queen, you deserve so much better.

- [Louis] "Hey sis! You don't need me. You think you do, but you don't. You're smarter now. You see trouble coming a mile away." - excuse me while I sob my heart out. Yes I know how it goes, but please give me that one moment of hope and love before turning it back to hatred and despair.

- [Louis] "But it was 1939, and the only Negro allowed in first class was the porter, and the Negro passenger rode the rear. The Negro vampire made do with what was left, which was fine with her." - oh, hello social commentary. We haven't had much of that in the past couple of episodes. Which is a shame, the 30s are such a rich and ripe decade… But I guess vampire emotional drama takes precedence over sociology.

- [Louis] "'This is the part of my story, back in San Francisco, where you said, and I paraphrase, 'Give it to me. Make me a vampire now'.' [Daniel] 'In the eyes of a 20-year-old, you were wasting the gift.' [Louis] 'You're in your 20s, Rashid. What do you think?'"

More like 520s, but potatoes, tomatoes, I guess. Their little roleplay continues to entertain me when things become too heavy.

Also I just love the serenity of this scene. The sun shining through one window, the others veiled, and the muezzin's call in the background, that's the afternoon prayer, I think, given the slant of the sun rays , the last one before night. It's a such a perfect moment. And Daniel's feeling his meds kicking up, he's starting to go under, but still bitchy and sassy.

- [Daniel] "'And divorce. And die. Save it for the rent boy.' [Rashid/Armand] 'May I be excused, Mr du Lac?'" - I wonder what made Armand react like that; to be called a rent boy, or to be reminded of Daniel's fragility and the fact that he keeps rejecting the gift, maybe in an echo of their affair in the 70s and 80s? I will die on this hill, Devil's Minion did take place between the San Fran and the Dubai interviews, and Armand ran away because he got scared of losing Daniel and both didn't want to go through the giving of the gift. But anyway, look at his face there, he's gutted. In that very subtle Armand way.

- [Louis] "If I was to join Dante's wood of the Self-Murdered, it would be another night." - it's killing me that I have to say this, but Lou sweetie, maybe put down the books for a moment and seek some help. (Me at myself: oh, like you're doing, maybe? Shush, we're talking about Louis, not me)

- [Lestat] "Germany's invaded Poland"- and history inviting herself back in the narrative through the big door.

[Louis] "'Since when do you care about humanity?' [Lestat] 'Well, I don't. But to think our sister, impulsive tot that she is, was on her way to holiday in Europe. I'm so glad she decided the better of it.'"

Sometimes this show reminds you with a big slap to the face that one of its main genre is indeed horror, including psychological horror. Ooof, that shrill music as the camera pans to the rest of the living room and Claudia sitting there panicked and then Louis's terrified face… Chilling. Oh, and Lestat making his way in the train, some more horror for us. Fantastic. I love it so much. And the music here…

- You know what is one of the worst part? Lestat is not wrong. Claudia leaving would lead to Louis walking into the sun, and Lestat absolutely cannot have that.

- And here begins the murder planning… And hello, social commentary. The fact that Claudia's argument is that she and Louis are Lestat's "slaves", given their race and history… Oh, this is going deep. Very, very deep. Claudia's playing three dimensional chess while Lestat is still parading around.

- The way she corners him in that chess game. While she's having an absolutely mind blowing mental conversation with Louis… Brilliant. Chilling. Claudia my queen you deserve everything good in the universe and your parents don't deserve you at all. And Lestat losing his mind as she refuses to finish the game, because now he's finally understanding that he's about to lose it all…

- [Louis] "We were going to kill Lestat. We were going to kill Lestat." - love how Louis repeats that, as if it's the first time he's saying it out loud for what it is.

- Oooh, hello and welcome to the 70s! Just the music choice has me vibrating out of my skin.

Louis's hairdo in '73 is glorious. And also his game at picking up boys.

[Louis] "I have an accent?", says the King of languages and accents.

[Louis] "I have what you're looking for. High quality. Befitting a man of my tastes." - the fact that he could equally be talking about drugs, sex or a story… Lou babe, you've become dangerous.

[Daniel] "'Are you a narc?' [Louis] 'I'm a vampire.' [Daniel] 'I want to interview you.'"

And thus came into being the grand vampire revolution. At least in the books. Pretty sure if Louis had known what he was setting in motion with his picking up a reporter boy in a gay bar in San Fran, he'd have run all the way over to South America instead of going to that room in Divisadero.

- Man, Danny took one look at that gorgeous black guy saying he's a vampire and said "I wanna tap that in every way possible".

Oh hello there Rashid. Lmao. Love the fact that Armand still wears his brown contacts in Daniel's dream memory, because memory is a monster and Daniel doesn't even know what he's remembering.

- Sam Reid's voice is exquisite, I cannot wait to see what Daniel Hart is going to do with Rockstar Lestat…

episode 1 | episode 2 | episode 3 | episode 4 | episode 5 | part 1 | episode 7

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hi. assassin meet up (featuring: somewhat colored and also not)

[image desc: two nearly identical digital drawings of op's original characters. eleanor lloyd stands in the middle, a murderous glare on her face as she clenches her fists at her sides. to her right is fran bow, completely giddy as she holds her clasped hands to her cheek, rambling on about her loved one serena finn, whether she might like her back or not, et cetera. to her left is quinn locke, one hand holding her cheek and the other arm crossed as she seems dreamy, rambling about her loved one celeste, whether she should propose to her, et cetera. eleanor is visibly irritated beyond words. // end id]

[the-s1lly-corner]

To shed more light on zalgo and his role in my au,

and his piece in "All Entwined in One Web" (aka the post previous to this, the slenderman getting comforted one) because as much as i love many my posts heavily lean on my au and hc, i dont really... share much on my au... mostly because im not at all confident in my writing ability and i feel i cant do my brain ideas justice obligatory, i feel that out of all the creepypastas in my au/hc brain, zalgo has changed the most like sure hes still this very powerful entity, but hes so.. different than the main interpretation.. with that being said, welcome back to admins random rambles of their unnamed au that they hardly make real content for outside of vaguing lore stuff in x reader post i blame fran bow for giving me this idea for zalgo (GLARES at mabuka)

NOTE: this was originally written like. sometime in the middle of 2023 but i never posted it anyway-- clearing out my drafts and i figured ill post this up even though its not my usual content

okay so how do i even explain. so zalgo is both a place and person. i think the best way to describe him is if you cross mother mabuka (fran bow) and scp 354 along with the original zalgo meme

so starting off with the basic stuff, zalgo is seen as the beginning and end to everything in the au and is solely responsible for monsters and demons existing. he still corrupts stuff (ie the comics and stuff, zalgo he comes or whatever it was, i mightve gotten that backwards its been a hot minute)

dipping into the "zalgo is a piece of nature" but instead of being a full neutral creature/anomaly thats trying to exist, zalgo is kinda... evil.

as mentioned above, zalgo is responsible for the existence of demons and the like, literally creating them and sending them all out to run rampant. basically any non human character exists because of him with only a few exceptions (really anyone not directly corrupted and twisted by zalgos influence, think characters like laughing jack or jane! this includes proxies! technically eyeless jack counts but in my lore ej is possessed by a demon/cursed by one that was created by zalgo so! yeah! tbf ej wasnt meant to be possessed he just got dragged into it )

anyways

i mentioned somewhere that zalgo doesnt have a fully tangible body. this is true but also. not. he can MAKE himself a body if he wanted, but really he doesnt bother. why should he? hes already planting chaos through his creations!

my thoughts are so jumbled im so sorry SOBS

really zalgo is there to cause issues and make life harder for humans because he thinks its funny + blah blah a bored god thats naturally evil can come out as something ugly and dangerous

he may also be responsible for why some people have the means to become ghosts and linger but thats a huge maybe that i may scrap

[ozkarrzen]

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⏤͟͟͞͞☆ On here, I will post about Undertale, Deltarune, UTMV, AUs, Undertale Yellow, ETC.

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⏤͟͟͞͞☆ Games: Undertale, Deltarune.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆ Characters (Canon Undertale): Sans, Muffet, Papyrus, Toriel, Chara.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆ Characters (Canon Deltarune): Kris, Suzie, Noelle, Toriel, Queen, Lancer.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆ AUs: XTALE, HORRORTALE, DUSTTALE, OUTERTALE, ALTERTALE, UNDERSWAP, FELLSWAPX, SLUMBERTALE.

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[musiclover61]

Little witch pt 2

Fandom: supernatural

Summary: You and your fiancée were about to have people over but you got a knock on your front door then attacked and kidnapped, but you got saved by these two guys. This is a part 2

Paring: Sam Winchester x witch!reader

Waring: Cussing, describing wounds (gashes, cuts and bruises), mentions of blood, yn is used, fem!reader, let me know if I missed something :)

A/N: there is a little more Sam Winchester x Reader in this one but it was more to the end. Again it's been a while since I've watch Supernatural.

I don't know how to link part 1 yet, I'm really sorry 🙏

Proofread!!

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After a few more minutes of driving and me calming down and trying not to ask a bunch of questions I 'woke up' and looked around "where are we?" I asked rubbing my eyes

"We're almost there about 10 more minutes" Dean grumbled looking in the rear view mirror at me

I gave him a nod and looked out the window but I couldn't help but think about what the hell they were talking about.

After another 10 more minutes we had gotten to the motel Sam and Dean were staying at. Sam and Dean got out of the car and had hurried to help me get out of the car. Dean opened the door and Sam gently got me out, holding my arm. Once I was out of the car fully Dean grabbed my other arm, we walked with each one of them holding my arm as I limpped to their room.

When we got into the room, Sam and Dean laid me down on one of the beds, my back was against the headboard and my legs were laid out on the bed. I looked down at my legs to see the one big gash on the top of my thigh and some other little rips in my jeans that had cuts beneath them. I then looked at my arms cuts and bruises all over them, some little cuts and some big cuts, dirt was all over me. I felt dirty, sweaty and my arms and legs hurt from all the cuts, the gash was hurting like hell.

Sam and Dean were over at the foot of the other bed talking about something. They were huddled up, trying to decide something I'm guessing.

"So what are you guys going to do about my cuts and huge gash?" I asked looking at the brothers.

They snapped there heads to me "Yeah, hold on" Dean said then closed his eyes and leaned his head up "Hey Cas, we need help with uhhh.... Y/N" Dean said forgetting my name for a second "She's hurt and she needs help" Dean said

"What the fuck..." I mumbled "you good?" I asked trying to put the pice together on who Cas was and why Dean looked like he was praying

"He's an Angel" Sam said "his name is Castiel" Sam added

'WHAT THE HELL HE JUST SAY?!' I thought, and I guess my face changed because he looked at me and sighed

"We're not crazy" Sam said walking over to me, he sat on the other bed. "Listen you know the storys about Ghosts and Vampires and-"

I cut him off quickly. "Demons and Angels?" I asked "I heard you and Dean talking at the gas station" I told him

Dean looked at me "what did you hear?" Dean asked me crossing his arm

"The demons want me alive for something, your going to get me healed and then I'm going to be bait" I told them, looking between Dean and Sam "which I'm not found of" I added

"I'm not either" A man said that appeared next to Dean, I jumped and screamed covering my mouth

"Where the hell did you come from!" I yelled looking between the three boys "aren't you guys not scared?!" I asked concerned

"I'm Castiel, and if you use her as bait and the demon's actually get her then we could all be in danger" Castiel was a short man? women? thing? Short thing compared to Sam and Dean, he was wearing a trench coat and had a white shirt on, with a tie, he had on black pants. "she's a witch" Castiel told them "a powerful one too" Castiel added "she's not a normal one" Castiel said then looked at me "that's why Angels and Demons will fight for you" Castiel told me and began to walk over to me

He touched my shoulder, closed his eyes then opened them and gave me a nod "we need the Demon that hurt you" Castiel said

"Sorry but frankly I don't want to see the thing that killed my fiancée." I spat "And I don't know if you can't see, but my leg is cut open" I added, annoyed.

"No, I healed you" Castiel told me flatly. Looking at my thigh I had seen that my gash was... gone?

I gave him a confused look and looked down at my thigh again to make sure that the gash in my leg was gone, and it was... like completely gone, no scar or anything, just dirt. I looked at my arms to see that the only stuff on my arm was the dirt, no cuts, no scratches, or scraps "what..?" I questioned looking up at Castiel "how did you do that?" I asked him

"I'm an angel." Castiel said flatly. He looked away from me then to Sam and Dean "We can't use her as bait" Castiel said "if she gets captured, it could be dangerous" Castiel told them

"Okay so I have a question" I cut in getting off the bed making Castiel move out of the way "what am I and why do Demons want me?" I asked

Castiel looked at me. His face was blank and his eyes looked dead "your a witch, a powerful one, and to Lucifer your the key of... 'letting hell break loose'" Castiel looked confused when he said 'letting hell break loose'

"I'm sorry... what?" I asked looking between the three boys

"Lucifer is real, he's out of hell, and he's trying to take over the world and make the world a new hell" Dean said 'catching' me up

"W-What?" I said looking at them. They stared at me waiting for me to say something. After a few minutes of silence I spoke. "I need to go outside" I said pushing past them and walking outside the hotel room.

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I walked over to a bench that was near the room and sat down. 'What the hell did they just tell me' I thought as I put my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands. My thoughts were just going and going and going, I didn't know what to think, I didn't know how to think.

I guess I didn't hear the door to the hotel room open, or the footsteps that were coming towards me but I did hear my name being called by the six foot tall brown haired guy that carried me to the car and took me inside the hotel.

"Y/N?" Sam asked "You good?" Sam added putting his hand on my back "Listen I know what Dean and Cas told you can be a lot to take in but uh... we really need you to be on board... the hell thing that Dean said is ture and if what Cas said is true then you can help us" Sam told me. For some reason his voice was... calming to me. It was like he knew how to not scare me. Something in my head was telling me to run the other way but there was a louder, bigger voice telling me to trust Mr moose, so I did.

"I'm on board" I nodded "but I want to know how to use my powers" I said looking up on him. His hand didn't leave my back and to be honest I didn't mind. "Castiel said that I'm a powerful witch so I want to use my powers to help you and Dean. I need to know how to use them" I told him

He gave me a nod and rubb his hand on my back then looked at me "I'll talk to Cas and see if he can help you" Sam gave me a little smile.

For a second we just sat there looking at eachother, his hand was on my back and his eyes were on mine. It felt... good. Now that I was looking at him up close he looked, handsome, stunning, as good looking as a man could get.

"Uh do- do you need a second out here?" Sam asked me moving his hand off my back then looked down at the ground

"Can you just sit here for a second... with me?" I asked him. I was looking at him kinda hoping he didn't laugh in my face

"Y-Yeah," He looked at me and smiled "I'll stay" he gave me a nod.

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A/N: I hope this part was good I'll come out with part 3 tomorrow probably. If not I'm sorry 😔. Also sorry it's kinda short

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red, white, and game over

an american squid game story

last chapter - chapter four - chapter five

summary: venus, a 21-year-old college dropout drowning in debt, enters the american version of squid game. a deadly competition with a $50.1 million prize. desperation drives her to save herself, but she never expects to meet chloe, a tough yet kind person fighting to save their family. together, they face impossible odds, but in the game where betrayal reigns, love might be their greatest risk of all.

word count: 1.9k

warnings: this work is a fan fiction inspired by the netflix original series Squid Game, created by hwang dong-hyuk. all rights to the original concept and characters belong to their respective creators and rights holders. this story is a fictional work based on the original series and includes original characters and settings. this is written purely for entertainment and non-commercial purposes. angst, violence, homicide, mentions of death, descriptions of illness, and reader discretion is advised. I am not responsible for the content you choose to read.

the dorm is quiet, but not peaceful. 

the moist air was heavy with the unspoken knowledge that even sleep, the one time the human body truly lets its guard down, could be fatal. venus sat upright on her bunk, her eyes scanning the room. 

the faint sounds of breathing surrounded her, but the tension was insane, as if everyone knew they were one wrong move away from disaster.

chloe lay beside her, her arm wrapped securely around venus’ waist. the woman’s breaths were steady, her body relaxed against venus, but even in her sleep, chloe’s hold was protective, grounding. 

venus didn’t move. she didn’t dare.

the brown eyes of hers shifted to the bunks beside them, where kayla and francisca were curled up. francisca clung to her blanket like a lifeline, her hand still resting over her stomach. kayla was tucked into a tight ball, her face pressed into the pillow, her body tense even in rest.

alex, however, was awake. venus spotted her at the edge of fran and kayla’s bunk, sitting cross-legged with her back against the wall. her long fingers twisted and unbraided her hair over and over, the repetitive motion seeming to calm her.

venus whispered, careful not to disturb the others. 

“you’re not sleeping either?”

alex glanced over, her dark eyes catching the dim light of the room. 

“i don’t think anyone really sleeps in here,” she said quietly, her voice low and steady.

venus nodded, leaning back slightly as her hand rested lightly on chloe’s arm. 

“i guess we shouldn’t.”

alex’s fingers paused in their work before resuming. 

“you and chloe decided to stay in the game,” she said bluntly, not as an accusation but as an observation.

venus exhaled, her stomach tightening. 

“are you… upset?”

alex shook her head. 

“not upset. just don’t get it.”

venus glanced at the others, ensuring they were still asleep before she leaned forward slightly, keeping her voice low. 

“ninety thousand dollars wouldn’t fix anything. not for me. not for juni. it wouldn’t make up for… everything.”

alex raised an eyebrow. 

“it’s a lot of money, venus.”

“it’s a lot of money in theory,” venus said, her voice sharper than she intended. 

“but not for long-term stability. not after all of this. what happens when it’s gone? what happens when we’ve spent it just trying to catch up?”

alex didn’t answer immediately, her fingers stilling in her hair. venus hesitated before lowering her voice further.

“alex… would ninety thousand dollars really be enough for you?” venus asked carefully.

she swallowed, hoping what she will say next would not be too low or offensive..

“for the rest of your transition surgeries? for a home? for living comfortably without debt hanging over you?”

alex swallowed, her jaw tightening. she didn’t look at venus, her gaze fixed on the strands of hair in her hands.

“no,” she admitted finally, her voice barely audible. 

“it wouldn’t be close.”

venus nodded, her tone softening. 

“exactly. we can’t settle for that. not after everything we’ve been through, everything we still have to face. i’m staying in this for juni. but i swear to you, alex, i’m going to make sure all of us get out of here alive with enough money to actually live.”

alex was quiet for a long moment, her gaze finally meeting venus’s. there was something unreadable in her expression, a mixture of skepticism and cautious hope.

“you’re a strange one, venus,” alex said finally, her lips twitching into a faint smirk.

venus shrugged. 

“i’ve been called worse.”

the silence between them stretched, comfortable now, until chloe stirred beside venus. her arm tightened briefly around venus’s waist before her eyes fluttered open.

“you should sleep, i can lookout now,” chloe murmured, her voice thick with drowsiness as she glanced up at venus.

venus shook her head, brushing a strand of hair from chloe’s face. 

“i’m fine. go back to sleep.”

chloe frowned, sitting up slightly. 

“you’ve been awake this whole time. we said we’d take shifts.”

venus hesitated, but before she could respond, alex spoke up. 

“she’s been busy convincing me why staying in this hellhole is a good idea.”

chloe glanced between them, her eyes narrowing slightly before her expression softened. “she’s good at that,” she said, her lips curving into a faint smile.

venus rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. 

“don’t start.”

chloe chuckled, sitting up fully now. 

“if you’re not going to sleep, at least tell me something. what were you guys talking about?”

venus glanced at alex, who shrugged.

“our lives before everything went to shit,” venus said finally.

chloe tilted her head. 

“well, let’s hear it. alex, you first.”

alex leaned back against the wall, her fingers still twisting at her hair. 

“washington, d.c.,” she started, her tone calm but distant. “grew up there, lived there, worked there... even served there.”

venus raised an eyebrow. 

“served?”

“secret service,” alex clarified, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. 

“did that for a few years before switching to tech. figured i’d rather deal with code than people trying to kill me or the subject i was trying to protect.”

chloe whistled softly. 

“that’s impressive.”

alex shrugged. “it was a good job. kept me busy. but then… well, life happened.” she hesitated, her gaze dropping.

“i had a little sister, just a year younger than me.. she was the first person i ever told about my transition and me being a woman. the only person who supported me completely, until… until you guys.”

venus’s chest tightened, and chloe reached out, briefly touching alex’s shoulder.

“what happened to her?” venus asked gently.

alex’s smirk faded. 

“she passed,” she said simply, her voice heavy. 

“cancer. same as your mom, venus.”

venus swallowed hard, the weight of alex’s words settling over her.

chloe cleared her throat softly, shifting the conversation. 

“what about you?” she asked, glancing at venus.

venus hesitated, then shook her head. 

“not yet. your turn.”

chloe smiled faintly. 

“california. southern cali, but i grew up in the north. i’ve always been into computers and robots, stuff like that. kind of a nerd.”

venus laughed softly. 

“that checks out.”

“thanks,” chloe said dryly. 

“i even got a job at chick-fil-a in high school just so i could save up for a new pc.”

venus raised an eyebrow.

“you worked at chick-fil-a?”

chloe grinned. 

“yep. hated every second of it, but the computer was worth it.”

venus laughed, shaking her head. 

“i was never a tech girl while living in oregon... was more of a history and english nerd. graduated at the top of my class in high school, though.”

“of course you did,” chloe teased.

venus smiled faintly, leaning back against the wall. 

“i played soccer for years, too. guess that explains the athleticism… i was an only child for eighteen years, then juni came along.”

“and changed everything,” alex said knowingly.

venus nodded. 

“yeah. completely.”

venus shifted slightly, her voice quiet but steady as she broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between them. “you know, alex,” she started, glancing at the woman, “hearing your story… it kind of reminds me of my own, in a way.”

alex tilted her head, curious. 

“how so?”

venus hesitated for a moment, her fingers picking at the hem of her tracksuit. 

“well, not the transitioning part or the T in our community name, obviously,” she said softly, 

“but… being part of the lgbtq community. feeling like you’re carrying this huge thing and not knowing how people will take it.”

alex’s brows raised slightly. 

“oh? you’re…”

venus nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. 

“yeah. i’m a lesbian. didn’t come out until i graduated high school, though. i guess i kept thinking, ‘what’s the point?’ i wasn’t dating anyone. didn’t want to complicate my life.” she chuckled softly, the sound dry and a little bitter. 

“and, to be honest, i wasn’t ready for the questions. or the judgment.”

venus’ gaze dropped to her lap. “it was easier when i wasn’t with a bunch of high schoolers anymore. i just… knew. i could never picture myself marrying a man, building a life with one. but a woman?” her smile softened. “i could see that. i’d love that.”

chloe tilted her head, studying venus for a moment before speaking. 

“i get that,” she said quietly. “i’ve always known i was pansexual. it wasn’t really a realization for me..it was just… there. who i am but you know how people can be. it’s not exactly something you advertise when you’re trying to climb the corporate ladder.”

alex nodded, her hands stilling in her hair. “the world has a way of making you feel like you have to hide who you are,” she said, her tone heavy.

venus looked at alex, her voice softening. 

“that’s why i wanted to tell you. so you know you’re not alone. we’re in this together, alex. all of us.”

alex’s lips curved into a faint smile. “thank you, venus,” she said simply.

chloe’s gaze lingered on venus for a moment, her expression unreadable but warm. 

venus met her eyes, and for a brief moment, the room seemed to shrink around them. there was something in chloe’s gaze that made venus’s chest tighten.

“yeah,” venus murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

alex smirked slightly, glancing between the two of them. 

“well, isn’t this cute?” she muttered, but her tone was teasing, not unkind.

venus rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing faintly. 

“shut up, alex.”

chloe chuckled, leaning back slightly. “she’s not wrong,” she said lightly, her gaze flickering back to venus for just a second longer than necessary.

"when’s the next game?” 

kayla’s groggy voice cut through the stillness of the dorm. she sat up slowly in the dark, her arms propping her upper body as she blinked at the dimly lit room.

chloe glanced at her, exhaustion clinging to every part of her body. 

“no clue,” she muttered, shrugging her shoulders.

before anyone could respond, the overhead lights suddenly flickered on, bathing the room in harsh brightness.

“fuck,” venus whispered under her breath, shielding her eyes with her hand.

the abrupt light startled francisca awake. she groaned softly, sitting up with some difficulty. kayla was at her side in an instant, helping her adjust and making sure she was steady.

venus barely noticed… her heart was racing, her breath coming quicker as she realized something that sent a cold wave of panic through her.

she hadn’t slept. not for days.

the nights spent keeping watch, the constant fear of being attacked, the weight of the games—it was catching up to her. her head felt light, her chest tight. 

what if i collapse in the middle of the next game? what if—

the woman’s spiraling thoughts were interrupted by the robotic voice crackling through the speakers.

“the next game will begin shortly.”

venus felt her stomach twist as the players around her began to stir, the room filling with muted voices and shuffling footsteps. chloe was beside her, her hand briefly touching venus’s arm.

“hey,” chloe said softly, her voice steady. 

“you okay?”

venus nodded quickly, even though she wasn’t. 

“yeah. i’m fine.”

the group filed out with the rest of the players, the tension palpable as they were led through the maze of colorful hallways once again. 

venus could feel her legs trembling slightly, the lack of sleep making her body feel heavier with every step.

when they finally stepped into the new setting, venus’s heart sank. it was another outdoor field, vast and open, but this time, it wasn’t empty.

a bit flags lined at particular points in the field, their red color bright and unmistakable. venus froze, her breath hitching as her eyes locked onto them.

oh no.

she knew those flags. she knew exactly what they meant.

“shit,” she muttered under her breath, her chest tightening with dread.

not this. anything but this.

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