#maybe I'll come back to it after I watch someone else get kicked around for a while

[waterme-stories]

Whyyyyyy did they put three Miles whump episodes in a row. I actually really like "Paradise" (it's stuck with me since childhood), but I cannot watch that rectangle man go through it for one more minute

[xoxo-sarah]

Hello my love I have a request for a reader who is like best friends Stevie and you know he’s a caretaker of the group, so she kind of is too anyways she is the caretaker always the mom of the group and everything but he can pick up on some signs that maybe she doesn’t wanna always take care of everybody else like maybe she wants to be taken care of, and he slowly starts doing things for her. But maybe she is reluctant to accept the help so she kinda gets snippy at him queue a frustrated, love confession from Stevie to her. Ends happy because my life is in shambles and I need a happy ending.

Distant

↝a/n: thank you for requesting. I hope you enjoy! 🩷

↝pairing: Steve Harrington x female!reader

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Steve Harrington, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 12.20.24

Steve had always been the caretaker of the group. Whether it was driving the kids around or making sure everyone was safe, he was the go-to guy. But there was someone else who shared this role with him—his best friend, you. You were the “mom” of the group, always looking out for everyone and making sure things were in order.

You had become close to the kids shortly after Steve had. Dustin liked you, liked how Steve acted when you were around. It was also fun for Dustin to pick at Steve when you weren't around; talking about how Steve would blush when you looked at him. You never seemed to notice, though.

It wasn't unusual for you and Steve to be attached at the hip. You pretty much thought as one. One followed after the other. So it was natural when you took the group of kids under your wing. You would do anything for them. That was evident when you had a stern talking-to with a group of kids that were messing with Dustin's group at school. You had spent countless nights making and bringing them food when they were busy playing DND. You always made sure they had a ride home. Or, if they needed to go somewhere, you were the first to call. It became a habit to pick Steve up on the way, if he wasn't already with you when you got the call.

It was fun, spending time with them. They were funny and nice, a contrast to other kids their age.

But, all the times playing “mom” could be tiring. It seemed like every time you got the call, you would drop everything. They needed you, why would you decline?

It was one specific night when you had finally had enough.

Dustin kicked Lucas' feet out of the way, walking toward the phone. He knew your number by heart. Honestly, it's a surprise the number hadn't worn off from how much he typed it in. The phone rang…and rang. Usually, you would've picked up by now. Dustin turned, looking at the clock. 2:37 pm. You were off work today. You typically answer. Plucking the phone back into the base, Dustin turned, eyebrows furrowed. “She didn't answer.”

“How are we supposed to get to the arcade?” Mike sat up straighter, kicking himself for breaking the chain on his bike. Nancy was at Jonathan's, and his parents were out with Holly.

“Call Steve.” Lucas looked at Dustin like that was the obvious answer.

Nodding, Dustin turned back to the phone.

“She didn't answer my call either.”

Steve sighed, turning down the familiar street. The other kids were squashed in the back of Steve's car as Dustin sat in the passenger seat. The kid was quick to tell Steve about his worries. Sure, you just didn't answer the house phone. But that wasn't like you. If you had missed it, you always called back. Or called from Steve's house phone.

“Maybe she isn't home.” Mike watched the trees out the window. Truthfully, he just wanted to go to the arcade. He had a high score to beat. Yours, specifically.

Pulling into your driveway, Steve unbuckled, before getting out. Your car was parked in front of his. “I'll ask if she wants to come with.”

Steve practically skipped to the door, knocking and waiting. It took a few moments before you opened the door. “Hey,” Steve took in your appearance. You looked tired, sleep clumped at the corners of your eyes, eye bags apparent. “Uh, the kids were wondering if you wanted to come with us to the arcade.” He used his thumb to point behind him, where the kids were watching.

“Um,” You opened your mouth, looking at the kids, before furrowing your brows. “You know, I actually have to catch up on some sleep.”

“Oh, okay. Dustin was worried about you. You didn't answer his calls or mine.”

“Yeah,” I have a life outside of you and the kids. I don't have to constantly drop everything to play pretend and do their parents job. “I was asleep.” You weren't going to tell him about how you listened as the phone rang, not daring to even get up from the couch.

“alright, just wanted to check up on you.” Steve turned, not wanting to leave, but feeling like you wanted him to.

You smiled, “thanks, and sorry. Enjoy dealing with those hooligans all by yourself.”

Steve laughed, before you closed the door.

~

Days passed, and it was always the same answer. You had other stuff to do. Until Steve came to visit you at work. He saw you through the window, laughing with a coworker. You looked like you. He missed it.

“I'm having a little get-together at my house tonight. You should come. Food, board games, movies. Everything you love.” Steve smiled, begging you with his eyes.

For some reason, you couldn't say no this time around.

As you all gathered at Steve's house for a movie night, he noticed something different about you. You seemed a bit more tired, your smile a little less bright. You were still taking care of everyone, getting everyone snacks, making sure everyone liked the movie before it was put in, but Steve could see the weariness in your eyes.

You didn't pay attention to the movie, mind elsewhere.

“What's going on?” Steve had asked, after everyone was asleep, and you helped clean up.

“What do you mean?”

You didn't meet his eyes, instead focusing on grabbing the candy wrappers and throwing them away.

“You're distant. You don't answer the phone anymore. Did I do something? Did one of them do something?”

“No.” You sighed, “No one did anything. I just…I'm tired. I don't want to be the caretaker all the time.”

Steve slowly nodded, letting you know he was actually listening.

“I mean, I've had to drop so many things just to take them somewhere or pick them up. I have my own life, you know. I have a job so I can pay bills. If I wanted to be a mom, I would have kids myself.” You hated how that made you sound. You felt selfish for wanting time for yourself, but it's just how it is. They're not your kids, you're not their mom. You're a young adult that has to live life without the constant burden of children.

“You don't have to. I'll talk to them-”

“No. Don't do that. It's fine.”

“It's obviously not fine. You're having to ignore us just to get some free time. I'll talk to them.”

You dropped the trash bag, looking up at him. “I said no. It's not that big of a deal.” You huffed, moving around the living room toward the door.

Steve watched as you grabbed your stuff and left.

He knew first hand how it was to be the caretaker of the group. He found it easier to do with you by his side. But obviously, it wasn't like that for you.

Maybe you wanted someone to take care of you for a change.

Steve started doing little things for you. He'd stop by your house to bring you snacks without you asking. He brought you flowers once, claiming it was from him and the kids, for burdening you. Steve tried to do stuff for you, but you were reluctant to accept his help. You'd always been the one to take care of others, and it was challenging to let someone else do that for you. Sometimes, you'd even get snippy with him, telling him you could handle it yourself.

~

You finally came around again- not as much as before, but you didn't decline their calls anymore.

One night, after a particularly long day, Steve found you in his kitchen, cleaning up after everyone else had left. He walked over and took the dish from your hand.

“Steve, I can do it,” you said, your voice tinged with frustration.

“Why won't you let me help you?” he asked, his tone equally frustrated.

“Because I don't need your help!” you snapped back, but your voice cracked, betraying your true feelings.

Steve put the dish down and turned to you, his eyes filled with concern. “You don't always have to be the strong one, you know. It's okay to let someone else take care of you for once.”

You looked at him, tears welling up in your eyes. “But what if I don't know how to let go?”

Steve stepped closer, gently cupping your face in his hands. “Then let me show you,” he whispered. “Because I love you, and I want to be there for you, just like you've always been there for everyone else.”

Your breath hitched at his words, “You… you love me?”

“Yes,” Steve said, his voice firm and sincere. “I love you, and I want to take care of you. So please, let me.”

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you finally allowed yourself to lean into his embrace. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice soft and full of relief. “Okay.”

Steve smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We'll figure it out together,” he said. “One step at a time.”

As the days passed, Steve made it his mission to show you that it was okay to let someone else be there for you. He'd surprise you with your favorite coffee in the morning, leave little notes of encouragement on your bedside table before he leaves at night, and always be there with a listening ear when you needed to vent. Slowly, but surely, you began to let your guard down and accept his help.

~

One Saturday afternoon, Steve took you to a quiet spot by the lake. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water. You sat together on a blanket, watching the ducks swim by.

“Thank you,” you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“For what?” Steve asked, looking at you with a gentle smile.

“For everything,” you replied. “For being there for me, for showing me that it's okay to lean on someone else.”

Steve reached out and took your hand in his. “You don't have to thank me,” he said. “I care about you, and I want to be there for you. Always.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that you hadn't felt in a long time. “I love you, Steve,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And I'm not going anywhere.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you knew that you had finally found someone who would always be there for you, no matter what. And for the first time in a long while, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

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[venusindelusion]

Giving In (to the Love): Once More to See You

4th chapter

SUMMARY: Being in her presence had an unclear effect on you, but how far would you allow yourself to go with it? WC: 3K PAIRING: Vi x Fem!Reader WARNINGS: alcohol, underage driving, miscommunication A/N: let's pretend we didn't watch the last episode of arcane girls Previous chapter

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Waking up to another headache from drinking had you thinking you really needed to refuse having your glass refilled. You sit on the bed and take in your surroundings, it was strange to wake up at someone else's bedroom, someone you barely knew.

As you were getting up, you could hear laughter coming from the living room. Your phone was still on the night stand so you grabbed it and opened the door.

"So you just punched him?” a familiar voice asked.

"Yeah, had to—" Violet turned her head around and saw you standing by the door frame, she was about to grab a cup from the cupboard, "Morning, sunshine."

"Good morning," you answer while she's filling the cup with coffee, then hands it to you, "Uh..."

"Cait made it, don't worry," she says when she sees your face twisted in disgust, the clear memory of a coffee made by Violet still haunting you.

"Cait?" you ask in confusion then walk to the table and see your best friend sitting with her own cup of coffee between her hands. Caitlyn greets you and smiles, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I had to bring some stuff and Vi told me you were here, so I stayed," she replies and takes a sip at her coffee. You nodded in response and drank your own coffee, listening to them chatting about what happened last night with that costumer Violet had to kick out.

Your headache wasn't as painful anymore but you could feel your body asking for water. Just when you were about to ask Vi for it, she hands you a bottle and winks at you. Feeling your cheeks already warm, you thank her and drink, your throat getting finally hydrated and more fresh. Caitlyn was watching you curiously, seeing your face heated up after that small interaction with Violet but she said nothing about it. Instead, she finished her coffee and got up from her seat, saying she had to go back to work or else Marcus would literally kill her.

"Already?" Violet asked her, getting up herself and grabbing her keys while Caitlyn walked to the door.

"Yes, but I'll text you the rest of the details later." Caitlyn says before waving you goodbye and walking out of the apartment with Violet behind her.

You sit there in silence, staring at the mug; it had little drawings on it, very colorful just like the ones hanged on the wall downstairs, and one single letter "V" on the side. Was this Violet's mug? Maybe her sister made it for her, it certainly was a few years old, you could tell the colors were a bit washed out.

While you were inspecting that, something on the table catches your attention; an envelope directed to Violet, sealed with a stamp you'd recognize anywhere. It was the Kiramman's stamp. Your stomach twists in a knot and you grab the envelope, refusing to believe Caitlyn would write a letter to Violet. It seemed impossible, you knew Caitlyn, she wouldn't do that kind of thing for a random person— so this meant they were really close, for her to even use her family stamp on it.

"Why do I even care?" you think to yourself, unable to figure out the reason behind this awkward feeling, but you couldn't stop looking at the envelope, a million questions going through your mind at the same time.

The door slides open and you rapidly leave the envelope where it was, your heart beating fast at the sight of Violet walking in. She catches your fast movement and looks at you confused but she shrugs it off and walks to be beside you, holding herself with one hand on the back of your chair. Being this close to each other was too much for your nervous system.

"So," she begins, "shall we get into it, cupcake?" Feeling blood rushing to your cheeks and your heart beating faster than before, you stare at her in disbelief, unable to formulate a single word, and her eyes widen. She laughs outloud and covers her face with one hand, you couldn't understand what was so funny for her while you were feeling like your heart was a little bird trying to get free from your ribcage. After a few minutes of hysterical laughter from her, she clarifies, "I meant studying."

Oh God.

That did nothing to help you calm down, you felt so stupid and embarrassed. What were you even thinking? Of course she meant studying, that's why you were here in the first place. That was the whole reason you got to meet her at all.

You let out an awkward chuckle and nod, then go grab your bag and take out the same things you used the day before for her tutoring. Taking your previous seat, you start your lesson.

The red light was on as Caitlyn waited, her hands on the steering wheel and her fingers softly hitting on it; her brain was working a thousand miles per hour, trying to figure out a strategy for the case she was currently assigned to. She could hear her mother in the back of her head, saying "You have to earn all of this."

Once the red light turned to green, she continued driving to the office. Looking for a place to park wasn't difficult, she had her own special spot, a big hand-written like sign with her name on it. She got out of the car and sighed, looking up at the building with her eyes furrowed; it was still on remodelation, some of the letters were missing and the new door gave an imponent feeling, it was beautifully hand-made, its frame had little details of gold and the thin windows on both sides allowed the insides to be seen. Of course, you couldn't miss the big 'CK' carved on the panels of the door.

Although her relationship with her mother was a bit rough on the edges, she had to give it to her— she had amazing taste. Remodelating was Cassandra's idea, she thought giving a new image would suit the firm, she wanted to tell they were not stuck in the past. They were moving forward. And that's something Caitlyn agreed on completely.

Caitlyn was greeted with a pile of papers laying on her desk and a little note saying "Quick" on its side. She was tired of this meaningless paperwork, but knowing that if she could finish it early then Marcus would let her dive fully into what really mattered: her new case.

It wasn't long ago she was assigned to it after tiredlessly trying to convince her boss; he had said she wasn't experienced enough so he would look for someone else to assist him, but if Caitlyn had a remarkable virtue— or flaw, it was her stubborness. In the end, he ended up agreeing to make use of her unexperienced assistance under the condition of overworking her with all that meaningless paperwork.

To no one's surprise, Cassandra wasn't fond of the idea of Caitlyn helping such a delicate case like this. She prefferred her to dedicate her education and time to more lucrative ones, or like she calls them, "educational"; cases where her daughter would have to defend wealthy tycoons who spent their lives taking advantage of their privileges to commit crimes or abuse their position.

"Hurry up, Kiramman." Marcus was standing by the door, watching Caitlyn carefully as she wrote down on her notebook. She nodded without taking her eyes off the papers, her hand working rapidly on those letters. "Take those to my office once you're done."

She heard his footsteps getting away and stopped for a minute, it felt like she had been working all day on this and it was barely half way done. Looking at the little clock on her desk, it was a bit past lunch time and her stomach was growling at her, pleading for something more than just the coffee she had for breakfast.

Putting her pen down, she got up from her seat and walked towards the cafeteria. One of the requests she had made to her mother when she offered her the job was to treat her like any other intern, no cafeteria privilege either, so she got in line like everyone else and waited for her turn to order.

Once her sandwich and, of course, coffee were ready, Caitlyn took a seat near the window. Her mind was too focused on her case of interest, she felt personally and emotionally involved— which under no circumstance should happen, but it did and she couldn't stop thinking about it. Being able to help such a dear friend of hers was worth all the effort and extra hours she had to do.

Violet broke into her life by coincidence. Actually, more like by a literal accident; Caitlyn almost got crashed by Vi's little sister who had decided she wanted to drive Vi's motorbike and so she did. While Caitlyn was parking her car in front of her best friend's building, she heard someone yelling at her and before she could react, the little blue haired teenager crashed her open door. After many half apologies and some insults from Jinx, Caitlyn was taken to The Last Drop to meet the real owner of the vehicle.

She was already familiar with the place but only from outside, never dared to cross the door given its reputation and the prejudice she carried in the back of her mind, always present. Violet actually apologized to her and reprimended her younger sister, called the inssurance and made sure to give Caitlyn everything she needed to make the claim and then offered her a drink.

That afternoon, after some disgusting coffee made by Violet, was life changing for her. They chatted and Caitlyn found out they took a few classes together, but they never met each other because of Vi regularly skipping. Her never ending curiosity served to make Violet tell her a bit about her life and the bar, she said that it has been closed for a few days due to a tragedy and her ownership was at stake since someone named Silco wanted to sue her for it.

It didn't seem fair that Violet should lose her father's legacy because of an old society that held no legal weight, so Caitlyn offered to help. She put the accident aside and decided this was the reason for her to be working in the firm, these were the kind of cases she wanted to work on; she wanted to help people as much as she could.

Those memories stood deeply in her heart even now as she was finishing her sandwich. She returned to the office more motivated than before and kept working, hoping Marcus wouldn't bother her until it was finished.

Violet waved goodbye to her tutor and closed the door behind her, walking upstairs and getting into her apartment again. It was late in the afternoon and she'd have to open the bar soon and prepare everything to receive the usual customers.

Not many people went drinking during the week days but the ones who did were always at The Last Drop, ready to spend the rest of the night sulking or causing trouble; Vi didn't mind that, she got used to dealing with drunk men and was happy to show them some moves and kick them out. They always came back and apologized once they were sober, then asked for their usual drinks again.

Even though she spent most of her day studying and taking notes, she felt refreshed and full of energy— it didn't feel tiring or draining, the way her tutor explained different concepts and stated the connection between them, how she would prepare actual drinkable coffee for both of them; Violet would make an exception and have some as well, then watch how the other girl's face twists when she realizes her coffee is too hot and burns her tongue a bit, looking back at Vi and laughing.

The little breaks they took in between allowed Violet to get to know her a bit better, to ask about her interests or listen to her anecdotes, her complains about some of the classes which were proving to be harder than expected; she paid more attention to that than the lesson itself. When she cried that night, it had moved Violet— she wasn't expecting that kind of reaction after joking about what Powder used to say, and although the girl was sobbing, she didn't take pity on neither of them, she didn't make any comment about how sorry she was or how strong Violet must have been to deal with any of it, she just cried and then laughed at herself for being too drunk.

She checked her phone and saw a text from Powder, saying "Ooooout tonight sis!" and sighed, then received a second one from Ekko telling her that he had invited her sister over to watch Scream's whole saga and eat burgers. Rolling her eyes at how dramatic her younger sister was and how much she enjoyed making her worry, she put her phone away and got into the shower.

Hot water dripping down her body was all Violet needed before work so after being all cleaned up, she got changed into her usual bartender attire, a black shirt and trousers, and headed downstairs. She turned the neon lights on and played some music, then opened the doors and stayed behind the counter, waiting for people to start coming in.

Her mind drifted for a bit, remembering she wouldn't have the next lesson until next week. That bumped her down a little, she was hoping it would become a regular thing, like part of her routine, since she already got used to having her tutor around— which was unsettling.

"She's just doing her job." She reminded herself while pouring whisky on a glass for her own delight. Violet knew she enjoyed her company but wasn't sure what her tutor thought of her; she seemed a bit awkward when they were together, avoiding her gaze or fidgeting. Perhaps she didn't like her that much since Violet did post that embarrassing picture of her after all.

Vi grabbed her phone and instantly deleted that post she had made the night of the party, not caring anymore about the exams or the tutoring lessons, all she wanted was to at least befriend that girl. She thought about asking Caitlyn, but what would she even ask about? Why did she care so much?

She decided to take matters into her own hands and stop acting like an anxious teenage girl, so she typed a simple question and clicked to send it then immediately put her phone down. God, what was wrong with her?

You were completely exhausted, combining tutoring and studying for your own classes was taking its toll on you. It was a relief Violet understood you would be busy for the rest of the week since you were far behind on some key topics for the upcoming tests.

"Keep reading this last book and take notes." You had told her earlier before leaving her apartment.

"I'll surprise you, cupcake." She had answered, making you blush with that stupid nickname.

Your exams should take priority, you knew that, but part of the reason you decided to take a break from her was because of the envelope— you felt completely out of place, Violet had some kind of effect on you which was unclear to you just yet, but you didn't want to get in between anything. If there was something going on between her and your best friend.

Taking the left overs from the fridge, you take a seat on the couch and turn on the TV. Your mind was far away and you couldn't pay attention to the romcom playing in front of you, these people were so lucky it made you envious.

On the little table beside the couch, your phone made its particular sound alerting someone had sent you a message. You unlocked it and scrolled through your notifications; most of them were from group chats, people taking the same classes as you discussing which topic was more likely to appear in the exam and helping each other with some questions. You keep scrolling until your best friend's name pops up, she had texted you last night when you were completely wasted at Violet's place, saying she still needed your help with her current case and asking when would you be available for that. Sighing heavier than needed, you answer that she was welcome to bring food this weekend and you'd be happy to assist.

Guilt was flooding your senses, it wasn't fair to Caitlyn that you were feeling like this— she hadn't done anything wrong. Who could blame a girl for having a life? Certainly not you. But you just wanted to know what was going on without coming off as nosy, which you were.

She replied straight away saying she'd bring your favourite food as a way of thanking you. Laughing at her exaggeration, you keep scrolling until one message makes your eyes widen. It was from Violet. Your heart pace quickened as you read her text, which said "wanna come see me boxing this weekend?"

Unable to difere a thought from another, you stare at the little letters on your screen uncapable of believing she would invite you anywhere. Did this mean you were getting closer? Maybe she just wanted to fill an empty space cheering for her.

"Sure, should I bring a cheering sign?" You asked jokingly, trying to act cool and less like a nervous mess.

"make it pink and bright." Violet replied almost instantly, making you laugh softly in the solitude of your apartment. You definitely didn't care about studying anymore, this was all you were looking forward to now.

"I'll be your number one fan then."

"you better." Smiling to yourself at her answer, you decide to head to bed and sleep everything off.

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[mochinek0]

Family Secrets

Damian couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen pieces of that costume when he lived in the League, but never did he expect to see his mother, disguised, in Paris! He carefully kept an eye on her as she walked into a bakery. He felt his own breath hitch as a young girl came and hugged her.

"Nonna!" she cried.

'Grandmother?'

"Hello, My Leetle Fairy." his mother replied, hugging her back.

"Are you having fun on your travels?" the girl questioned, "Where did you go this time?"

"Egypt." his mother declared.

The girl smiled, "Did you see the pyramids?"

His mother brought out a keychain of a pyramid and handed it to the girl.

"It's great!" the girl smiled, "I'll keep it on my desk so when I see it, I can think of you."

"I wish you could come with me." the disguised Talia declared.

"Maybe when I'm older?" the young girl answered.

Talia tapped the young girl's nose, "Possibly, but we know very well how hard you work."

"Mom!" announced a man, who seemed the size of Bane, "How are you?"

Damian watched on in shock. He was aware that his mother was much older than she appeared. Hearing someone around his father's age, refer to his mother as a maternal figure was unsettling.

"I'm fine, Tom." she answered.

"Would you like to put your bag down and rest?" he asked.

"Nonsense." his mother replied, "I may look older, but I'm fine. I wanted to see if Marinetta would like to take a ride around the city with me."

"Yes!" the girl cried.

Damian watched as they both got on a motorcycle and drove off.

It took awhile, but Damian finally spotted them near the Seine, eating ice cream. The girl was looking down at something, in her lap. His mother's eyes connected with his and he knew he had made her.

"I'll be right back." Gina spoke, kissing Marinette on the head.

Gina walked in Damian's direction.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Do you plan to kidnap her, Mother?" Damian questioned.

"Of course not!" Gina snapped.

"Who is she?" he asked.

Talia sighed, "Your niece; she's your age."

"So the man who called you mother-"Damian began.

"Your grandfather wanted me out of the way. He was looking for a male successor to take over." Talia began to explain, "He kicked me out of the League, briefly, and I had some semblance of a normal life. I fell in love with a baker. Tom is our son, before I ever met your father. Essentially, he is your older brother."

She sighed, "Everyhting was fine and I was happy, until he sent someone to exterminate us. Before I killed him, I learned my death was a test. Kill me and become successor to the League. I returned with his head and threw it at your grandfather's feet. He looked at me and said he would allow me back on one condition."

"What was it?" Damian asked.

"I had to leave my family." she admitted, "I said I understood and would be back in three months. I knew he would never stop coming after us."

"Why three months?" her son questioned, "You were already there. Did they not know of the League?"

"Tom was getting married and no, my family knew nothing about the League. I returned and told my family I would be 'traveling in my old age'. A few years after he got married, I came back to a three year old granddaughter. Your grandfather found out and forbid my return."

"Grandfather is dead." Damian spoke.-changing subject

"I've been stopping in more." she declared, "They aren't like us. They're not like your father. They know nothing about my past, aside from divorcing a man, who made me happy. I tell them I'm traveling around the word. I wear a wig and makeup. At some point, I will have to stop visiting all together since anyone else will grow old and pass on. The League........you lose sense of time when there. Two years ago, I thought she was still three. She was turning fourteen."

"What about the man?" her son asked.

Talia smiled, "Reminds me of your grandfather, actually. He's all about 'traditions', so perhaps it was for the best."

"Nonna!" Marinette cried out.

"Please, Damian, leave them alone." his mother whispered.

Damian watched as his mother walked away. He had never known her to beg for something.

"My Leetle Fairy, are you ready to go back home?" Gina asked, "Do you have new inspiration for your designs? I can't wait to see the clothes you create this time."

Damian watched as the girl put her sketchbook away.

'Clothes? Designs?'

He smiled softly. She was an artist, like him. He watched as his mother got on the motorcycle with his niece. What surprised him was seeing his niece glare at him. Damian chuckled.

'Mother may not see it, but she is a lot like them. A little fairy.'

"Damian, a Fairy is someone who helps people who are lost in the dark. It's not always in a literal sense; it can be figurative."

The young Al-Ghul turned and walked in the opposite direction.

'Fairy is a suitable name for my niece. I wonder how Mother would feel learning her true nature? A Fae who lures in her prey.'

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[yanderes-galore]

Same anon as the Overblot Idia ask - I lied, I'd also like Overblot Leona Kingscholar too, but I figured one character per ask.

Sure! I'll try my best... I warn you, it may be short :(

Yandere! Overblot! Leona Kingscholar Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Violence, Murder, Sadism, Jealousy, Mentions of 'Mate', Forced "relationship".

Overblot! Leona is... well... feral in nature.

By the time he overblots he's overcome with jealousy, envy, hate...

Along with a destructive desire.

Like all Overblot forms, Leona is dangerous to be around.

Due to his Signature Spell 'King's Roar', everything he touches becomes sand.

Not only that, but sandstorms kick up around him.

When it comes to yandere Overblot characters, I imagine their obsession would also kickstart their transformation.

Not only is he trying to overthrow the school competition and beat Malleus...

But you may also be involved too.

That or maybe this is an alternate form of events where Leona has been watching you for a while....

Maybe Leona has fallen for you long ago, be that at Night Raven or even back in his old country, and he's kept close tabs ever since.

Leona, second prince, is used to having to fight for what he wants.

He never is just handed what he desires... not like a king.

Instead, he's forced to work for it.

That or deceive and steal it.

Leona stalks his obsession, his prey....

He watches everyone who dares to speak with you, everyone he dares to steal you.

Even just watching commoners talk to you makes his tail flick.

Going down this route, Leona's Overblot would be born from jealousy and rage.

Imagine if Leona gets tipped over the edge somehow?

Maybe he sees you with someone else romantically and loses it?

Overblot is deadly for everyone involved...

Including the person suffering from the corruption.

In this state, Leona does not care about his surroundings.

Everything could turn to sand for all he cares.

After all, if he can't rule a kingdom or have the mate he chooses...

Then it shall all be sand.

The sight is terrifying to you especially.

You knew of Leona, the lion often observing you like a future meal.

He's always unnerved you no matter where he is.

He's always watching... always waiting...

But looks like he's met his limit.

Leona can only take so much.

He's tired of being neglected, not even his tricks will get him what he wants.

By the time he Overblots, he's like a force of nature.

He's a drought that slurps anything and everything, leaving only sand.

He can't control his rage...

Unfortunately, his obsession can't either.

Unless subdued, Leona is a being of pure destruction.

He won't even realize it half the time.

He's a roaring beast, yelling about how it's all unfair.

He deserves to rule, he deserves to have you...!

Anyone around becomes fodder for his rage.

Innocent bystanders feel as though they're in a sandstorm, their skin dry and cracking as Leona laughs.

Leona would rampage until he finds the one he's looking for.

Despite his feral mind, Leona recalls one thing.

You.

You are truly what he desires most.

Before his Overblot, he made peace with the fact he can't have the throne...

As long as he could have you, it wouldn't matter.

Yet he lost you to someone else supposedly more worthy too.

You can hide as best as you can...

The sand suffocates you, causing you to cough.

The air is so dry.

Eventually you'll succumb... Then he'll find you.

Leona makes it a goal to hunt your partner, claws sinking into their flesh as he grins.

They don't deserve you... If Leona doesn't deserve you, no one does.

Leona would gleefully turn the one you love to sand if it meant finding you.

By the time he finds you, the corrupted prince is on all fours to look in your hiding spot.

His eyes are predatory, fangs bared in a sadistic grin...

He's found his prey.

Black ichor drips from him, a thick ink that not even his sand can dry out...

It stinks of poison.

Stinks of danger.

Leona doesn't care if he hurts you in this state, reaching out and tugging you into his chest.

It's painful... so painful.

Yet Leona only growls... or is it a purr?

Your skin is cracking as you feel the moisture leave it.

Leona only nuzzles... worsening your condition.

Even now you're adorable... and all his...

Even though his touch is slowly killing you.

Unless Leona is stopped, Leona's Overblot is too volatile to survive.

Leona has one goal as his own magic is eaten away by blot.

He wants to keep you to himself.

He doesn't care if his surroundings turn to sand, if you die, or if he dies...

How can he in such a feral state?

All that matters is you're all his...

After all, if he can't have you, no one will...

You'll both turn to sand if he wills it.

[wileys-russo]

Please would you be able to write an awfc x teen!reader fic based on the photos of the girls playing Aussie rules today in training? Maybe a bit of annoying younger sister energy (kind of like kyra)! I love you stuff thank you for all of it :)

not completelyy happy with this but it was something different to try! drop kick II awfc x teen!r

"oh you're not bringing that are you?" steph sighed as you stretched over to grab the bright red ball from her back seat. "yeah! why not?" you grinned as the two of you stepped out of her car.

"well because we don't play afl we play football." steph shook her head, though she knew better than to even try and argue the case knowing all too well how stubborn you were.

"then it'll be a fun learning experience for the girls! wheres your australian spirit steffy?" you gave her a toothy grin, the older girl clearing her throat as you spun around. "forgetting something?" steph raised her eyebrow and subtly nodded to your bag.

"oh! yeah that might help." you grinned, jogging back and grabbing it, kissing stephs cheek in thanks who pushed you off with an amused roll of her eyes.

"all this time off and she's forgotten what sport we play!" caitlin teased watching you stuff the ball with some difficulty into your gym bag but eventually succeeding, ruffling your hair as you smacked her hand away.

"sorry hard launch i couldn't hear you over the massive closet of your latest relationship?" you cupped a hand over your ear as steph snickered and you grinned, though catching the look which flashed across caitlins face you wasted no time sprinting off.

"ya could have four legs and i'd still outpace you foordy!" you yelled over your shoulder as she gave up chasing you, pausing to fall back into step with steph and flipping you the finger.

"i'll get you later skippy just you wait! i know where you live!" caitlin yelled menacingly after you, and of course she would considering you bounced between her place and stephs, not allowed to get your own as much as you'd begged and pleaded.

you were so busy gloating you didn't watch where you were going and wheezed as your body slammed into someone elses. "speed racers back in town then! who we runnin from now?" jen grinned, hauling you up and over her shoulder.

"i've missed these delightful walks of ours jb." you patted her back affectionately feeling her body vibrate with laughter as you flipped caitlin the bird before jen turned a corner, earning yourself a disappointed look from steph.

"lee!" you called out happily as the two of you entered the change rooms and you spotted her sitting at her cubby dressed for training, the blonde looking up from her phone as jen put you down. "you're back training properly??" the taller girl stumbled a little at the speed in which you crashed into her for a hug.

"much as i can be. missed you skippy!" the blonde ruffled your hair, kissing your cheek and shoving you over toward lia who seemingly appeared out of nowhere, wrapping you in another tight hug.

"hi wally! happy new year." you mumbled into her shoulder making her laugh. "happy new year winzig, did you have a nice break?" the swiss woman walked you toward your cubby which was between kyra and vics.

"yes! god i miss australia so much already. the beaches, the tan, the food, my family. its cruel that i come from warm sunny beautiful summer to this, english winter fucking sucks!" you huffed unhappily, wincing as a hand collected the back of your head.

"language little miss. thats a fiver!" beth wagged her finger at you with a stern look as you rolled your eyes and hugged her girlfriend instead causing her to scoff. "what? you know i am her favourite." viv shrugged as beth made a noise of disbelief and you sent her a smug smile.

you hadn't even separated from the pair for more than five seconds before a body hurtled into you sending you flying, kyras body latched onto you as stina hurried to grab you, stopping you from hitting the floor.

"get off me you rat!" you wrenched off the girls hands and sent stina a grateful look who gave the pair of you an amused smile, turning back to her conversation with amanda.

"rat! you're the little rat, did you forget about the pictures of-" kyra started as your eyes widened and you hastily covered her mouth. "you swore on calvins life you would take that to the grave." you growled quietly, pulling your hand away in disgust as kyra licked it, wiping it on her jersey.

"but i'm the child? grow up cooney-cross." you scoffed, letting out a yell as again kyra leapt onto you, this time successfully taking you down to the ground as the two of you rolled around wrestling until you were seperated by leah and steph.

most of the girls having filed out toward the pitch and steph impatiently tapping her foot in waiting you hurried to get your boots on, grabbing the afl ball out afterward.

"you can't bring it to training." "why not?" "well-" "see, you can't even think of a good reason stephanie."

and with that you tucked it under your arm and strode out of the change rooms as steph groaned. "can you see any greys jenny? she's been back for three days and its already falling out from the stress!" steph huffed gesturing to her hair as the tall scottish woman chuckled and slung an arm over her should.

"what is that!" vic pulled a face as you appeared with the foreign looking ball. "aussie rules ball!" you beamed, kicking it at kyra who dove to catch it, earning yourself the attention of a few more of the girls who looked on curiously.

"right i'm game. give us a go then skippy!" leah clapped as you tossed her the ball and explained how to hold and position it to be drop kicked. "yeah yeah its a ball, i'm an athlete. i got it!" she brushed you off as you held your hands up and took a few steps back.

you slumped into lotte who appeared by your side, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. "go on lee while some of us are still young, kimmy might have to retire by the time you kick this thing." you grinned cheekily, hiding behind lotte at the look sent your way by your captain across the pitch.

"oh brilliant! she's a natural." you threw your head back with a laugh as leah completely missed, nearly kneeing herself in the face as the ball bounced away. "shut up!" the blonde warned you with a glare, hurrying to grab the ball again.

"show me again." leah demanded firmly as lotte let you go and you grabbed the ball. "oi ireland!" you yelled, katie looking up from her conversation with gio and grinning as you held up the ball and she readied herself to catch.

"like this." you huffed as you kicked the ball with all your might, the red leather sailing up into the air and right into katies awaiting arms. "you know i might need to recruit you to take some of my goal kicks. how much do you really like being a striker?" manu messed up your hair with a gloved hand as you pushed her away with a smile.

"how the fu-" leah shook her head as katie booted the ball toward caitlin perfectly. "its cause she's got a bit of aussie in her, literally." you smirked quietly, leah turning to you with wide shocked eyes at the comment.

"i'm telling steph to wash that filthy little mouth out with soap tonight skippy."

you barely heard her as you were already taking off racing toward kyra who was trying to teach gio how to kick, your body hurtling into hers. "tackle!" you cheered as kyra groaned from beneath you and you plucked the ball from her hand and took off again.

"they don't tackle in afl you little shit thats nrl!"

"nope!" you were suddenly off the ground again as caitlins arms wrapped around your waist and took you down to the ground, tossing the ball to katie and getting off of you.

"piggy in the middle!" you cheered happily jumping to your feet and racing off toward an unsuspecting cloe who was merely holding the ball, the blondes eyes widening as she hurried to toss the ball toward sabs who frowned in confusion before your body hurtled into hers.

"hey steph." the defender looked up from where she was watching you as jen appeared by her side.

"yeah mate, i can see those greys now."

[strangersteddierthings]

What's Eight Plus Seven?

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five

Alright y'all. We had the hurt, let's get some comfort started.

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Steve leans against his door, expecting Eddie to follow him upstairs to continue their argument because Eddie's never been one to back down from an argument as far as Steve can tell, so he's using his weight to keep the door shut. It takes about five minutes of just leaning against the door before he hears a few light knocks on the door. He pretends he didn't hear them and soon starts to hear Eddie monologue-ing on the other side. He thinks he hears a 'sorry' and an 'I fucked up' but he doesn't really tune in until Eddie says something about cancelling Hellfire.

Spinning quickly, he yanks the door open and says, "You better not fucking cancel!"

"What? Don't you, like, want me out of your house?" Eddie looks startled and sounds confused.

"What I want is for the kids to get to play Dungeons and Dorks for an afternoon, just getting to be kids and fight against monsters that can't actually kill them," Steve says as he goes to put his hands on his hips (a move that Robin calls his Bitch Stance) but realizes he can't while still holding a book, so instead he folds his arms across his chest, cradling the book to his body.

He waits for Eddie to call him out for saying dorks instead of dragons, but Eddie just blinks at him, quiet for a moment before he says, "Oh. Uh, okay then. I'll just, uhh, I'll be back closer to noon, then. For the game."

"Don't you have prep to do?" Steve knows he's trying to pick a fight now but he's angry, and sad, and hurt underneath it all. Also, he doesn't understand the change in Eddie suddenly. Ten-ish minutes ago Eddie had shouted back I wasn’t exactly wrong, was I? You were a jock, a bully even! Where is that anger now?

"No. Not, uh, not really," Eddie says, avoiding meeting Steve's gaze, face turning a very light pink. "I was- I mean, yes, there was prep, but I did a majority of that already and what's left will take maybe three minutes so..."

Steve's confused now, still trying to cling to his anger. "But you called and asked if it was okay to come early specifically for that reason."

Eddie doesn't respond right away. He turns around to walk to the wall opposite Steve's door and thump his forehead against it. Steve is perplexed by the behavior (but he's been perplexed by Eddie since finding him at Reefer Rick's) so he just watches in silence as Eddie heaves a sigh and turns around to slump against the wall, facing Steve once again. He runs a hand through his hair, then drags that hand back forward and down his face. "Yeah. I did do that."

"So, what, you lied? Why?"

"I just wanted to hang out," Eddie whispers, like it almost hurts him to say out loud, which is such a weird thing to hear because it makes Eddie seem small in a way Steve's never seen him. Even during spring break Eddie was never small or quiet; his fear manifested as shouting, for fuck's sake. It chips away at the last of Steve's anger. He's long past the days of kicking someone when they're down.

"You... wanted to hang out," Steve repeats before heaving a sigh of his own, long-suffering man that he is. Maybe it is time to bury the hatchet and actual deal with this. If nothing else, it'll result in Steve being less defensive around Eddie when everyone hangs out, like for movie night or BBQs. Also, he knows that Dustin will never let him know another day of peace once he learns that Eddie and Steve don't get along as well as he wants them to so he says, "Listen, I think we've got some shit to hash out, or whatever, so that should probably be done or, like, things are going to be weird when we all hang out, but I can't do that right now, man. So, stay or go, just make that game happen at noon. I'm going to stay up here."

Eddie nods, weirdly sullen and quiet again, as he says, "Yeah. Umm, maybe after the game? If you're feeling up to it."

"Sure. After."

Eddie raps his knuckles against the wall behind him twice before pushing off and heading back towards the stairs. He pauses to look over his shoulder and say, "If you wanna watch, or listen in, or something, I don't think anyone will mind." And then he's heading down the stairs.

Retreating back to his room, Steve tosses the book onto his bed before flopping face first next to it. He groans into his comforter before reaching for the book. He props himself up on his elbows and stares down at the cover before opening it to see Christopher's handwriting on the inside cover.

It's been years since he thought about Christopher and even longer since he's laid eyes on the books. He was so sure his mom had just gotten rid of them. All this time, they'd been right where he left them, shoved just far enough back to be out of sight on the shelf. His last link to Christopher.

That's not true, Steve scolds himself. His cousins, Amber and Robert, are still alive and in Washington. His grandparents still live on that farm in Michigan. Steve just hasn't seen them since the funeral.

He hadn't gone back to the farm the summer after freshman year, or any year since. His parents thought he was old enough to stay home for a whole month in the summer alone now, instead of paying to ship him off to his grandparents. Steve's old enough now to know that was why he'd spent a month every year out on the farm; so his parents could go off on longer work trips. Once they'd decided Steve was old enough to stay alone for the summer, that quickly reached other seasons and by the time Steve was a junior, the were gone more than they were home.

He doesn't even remember when he last spoke to them in person. He thinks the last phone call was right after Starcourt. It was just to make sure Steve got to job hunting, since his place of employment had burned down and the bills wouldn't pay themselves. Which is true. He doesn't have to pay rent, but all the utilities are in his name now.

Jesus, he doesn't want to be thinking about them.

He goes back to the book, flipping through the pages absently. Halfway through the book he finds a couple folded pieces of paper tucked close to the spine. He doesn't have to open them to know exactly what they are.

It's the character sheets he'd made.

He closes the book back atop them and rolls over to face his ceiling. He wants to call Robin, but the phones are downstairs and he doesn't want to go down there just yet. He also kinda wants to cry. To get rid of all these emotions about Christopher, and Freshman First Day, and Eddie.

Fucking Eddie. Who haunts Steve's thoughts more than he'd like because despite the grudge Steve has been holding, Eddie has been fun to be around and so good with the kids, especially Dustin. Fuck, after having watched Dustin break down when they thought he was dead- but he'd had a pulse. It was weak but it was there.

After Eddie'd been cleared of the charges and the months rolled on into summer, they'd spent lots of time together as a group. Steve will admit he tried to avoid Eddie as best he could (he knows he's petty, okay) but could still see how he blended smoothly into their group.

If this Eddie had been the one he met on Freshman First Day, instead of the dick that mocked him, they might very well be friends now.

That's the crux of it all, Steve thinks. That he wouldn't mind being friends with Eddie if not for that bottled up grudge he'd been holding onto. He can't bring himself to let it go and Steve's not even sure why. Thoughts and feelings aren't something Steve processes quickly, and it usually helps to talk it out with Robin. She lets him stumble through his thoughts, and doesn't mock him for messing up, or mixing up, words.

Goddammit, if he's really going to try talking this out with Eddie, he's going to have be open and honest and maybe a little vulnerable and he doesn't know if he can do that.

But he'll have to. For better or worse, he can't just keep Eddie at arms length. They need to either come to the conclusion that they can be friends, or not, and then go from there. (Also, he knows that Dustin will never let him know another day of peace once he learns that Eddie and Steve don't get along as well as he wants them to.)

In the end, Steve's not sure how long he just stares up at the ceiling but a sudden shout breaks him from his trance. It sounded like Dustin. Hellfire must have started.

Steve leaves his room to go lean against the half wall of the hallway, so he could look down to the dining table where everyone has gathered to play. No one notices him, so Steve sinks to the floor and turns, so he can lean against the wall, closes his eyes, and listens in.

The room below is filled with noise. Shouts of excitement, and groans of pain, and sighs of relief. Dustin yells at his dice when it rolls a Nat 1. Mike curses up a storm over a barely missed perception check that makes the party fall into a surprise round. He hears Lucas whoop happily and then what sounds like him taking several victory laps around the table.

He used to be an imaginative kid, able to easily conjure castle, and knights, and dragons in his mind's eye. Listening to Eddie describe a new location, or NPC, or monster makes it easy to bring that part of himself back. Eddie is descriptive and uses so many voices that Steve would be embarrassed to even attempt. But because Eddie is being descriptive, so is everyone else at the table. Erica has adopted an accent of some sort for her character. Dustin and Will go into great detail describing what they want their character to do. The older members of Hellfire do the same, and one of them is using an Irish accent that if he used while talking to Steve, he'd would think it was his first language.

Steve's not sure how long he sat there, long enough that they've taken a snack break and are back at it again, before he decides he might as well watch, too. He gets up and goes downstairs. There's a pause at the table when he wonders in and plops down on the couch. He makes eye contact with Eddie and offers a small half smile. Eddie grins back, and starts back into the game, pulling everyone's focus.

Watching is interesting. He gets to see the Party jab at each other, or lean over and whisper about something. It's nice, to see them being kids. Having fun.

They end around five and Steve is surprised at how quickly five hours had passed.

"So, Steve, how was watching your first DnD game?" Dustin asks, pausing on his way to the door to do so.

Steve considers teasing him, but he goes for honesty instead. "Pretty interesting. It might not be my last time observing. I gotta see you get killed sometime, right?"

"Rude, Steve. Rude," Dustin is grinning though.

"Tell your mom hi for me, and let me know when she's making pork chops again. I'd like to crash that dinner."

Dustin rolls his eyes and shakes his head but he hugs Steve before leaving. Between all the older Hellfire members, they all have rides home that aren't Steve or Eddie.

Speaking of the latter, he's slowly packing things away at the table. Clearly killing time so it won't look like he's intentionally staying after everyone's gone.

Soon, the house is empty again.

"So, I'm not sure... how to start this conversation," Eddie admits to the silence. He's still at the table, standing behind where he was previously sitting, fiddling with a die. "But, I'm sorry. For that day. You were right, you know? When you said I was lashing out at you first."

"Thanks. For the apology," Steve stands from the couch and moves to the table, toying with the tablecloth instead of looking at Eddie. "I, uhh, I'm not sure where to go from here, either? I spent such a long time angry at you. For pointing out all the things I'm bad at in front of everyone there. For making me feel like an idiot."

"I know. I'm sorry."

Now Steve looks up at Eddie. "You say that, but like, why? Are you sorry because what you did was shitty, or because you want to be my friend now?"

Eddie blinks, apparently thrown by Steve's question.

"Because, like, you were pretty dismissive of Lucas before Spring Break and he helped save your life. So, it's like, are you okay with being shitty if the people you hurt aren't people you like? 'Cause I used to be that way, and I'm not going to be friends with someone who is."

"Yeah, no, you're right," Eddie nods. "For all that I scream about conformity, and how stupid it is, I've been rather quick to dismiss everyone outside my own... group. I held rather close to that nerds verses jocks crap for too long. Lucas is a jock, but he's also a nerd, and so very loyal to his friends. And you- you're really fucking awesome."

"I am," Steve interrupts with a cheeky grin.

"Ass. But yeah, you're pretty awesome, and I've been feeling all fucked up today because, we could have been friends, couldn't we? In high school. If I'd just let you take the damn flier and kept my mouth shut."

"Hey, that's not all on you," Steve says. "I would have still joined the basketball team, and the swim team. And, like, I was so desperate for any shred of attention from my parents that I would never have picked Hellfire over sports meetups. I could have joined and still ended up a bully by sophomore year."

"Well, I didn't help-"

"I made those choices, Eddie. And it doesn't matter because it's in the past. So, like, we can just move forward. Start over, or whatever."

Eddie looks him up and down before giving one sharp nod, then breaking out into a wide grin, sticking his hand out for a handshake. "Hi. Name's Eddie Munson."

Steve laughs, reaching out to shake Eddie's hand. "Steve Harrington."

"Great, pleasure to meet you. Do you wanna hang out? We can play 20 questions. Get to know each other."

"Sure," Steve chuckles, extracting his hand from Eddie's. "Let me order some pizza first."

First time hanging out with Eddie alone. Guess they'll find out if they can be friends after all.

[kamisama-kyaa]

ow guys and girls (not all) getting jealous seeing you with a new recruit

TW: Cassidy's headcanon is a little mature... (eyes emoji)

Hanzo He'll have to remind himself that you can be friends and hangout with anyone you want. Being jealous is selfish and childish... right? So why does he feel so sad seeing you happy with someone else? He understands that you love him more than anything. But sometimes this man just wants you to himself. When you finally get back to Hanzo, he'll make sure to hold you close in the privacy of his room and tell you that he just wants to be enough for you. Please tell him he is enough and that there is no one else that will come in between you both. It will make him feel more confident in himself. :(

Genji The ultimate playboy when he was his younger self...oh how the tables have turned. He used to make all the girls jealous of each other if they got to talked to him. He's used to people being jealous of him if anything. So when this weird feeling started when he say you with a random new recruit in the lounge talking and laughing, what got into him? Genji couldn't help himself. He quickly walked up and excused you both as he took your hand and led you out of the Gibraltar lounge. Was it rude? He simply was not thinking nor did he care. He did apologize for the sudden intrusion while walking you to his room. In there all alone with you, he confessed how he felt. It seemed like the most mature thing.

"Sorry, (Name)... I wasn't thinking...Is it okay if we just lay together for a little?" Genji will lay you down onto his bed that he bought for you. He'll lay on his side propped up by an elbow and watch you closely. Feel free to fall asleep, he just wants to feel like he can protect you for a little bit.

Cassidy He'll walk up to that son of a gun and tell them how it is. "Howdy. Looks like you've gotten to meet my partner, (Name). Ain't they a sight for sore eyes?" He'll sling an arm around you and give a look at the new recruit that just radiates 'Get away or I'll kick your ass' energy. After the recruit scurries off to who knows where, Cassidy will give you a big o'l smile. He kind acts like he was never jealous in the first place and just tells you, "I'm just lettin' others know what is mine." No matter what, the day will end with the two of you in bed. Expect him to to be a bit more aggressive and possessive than usual. Think of him being more forceful in the way he'll grab at you and force himself into you. Cassidy will lean down and whisper in your ear, "I'm your huckleberry" "Only I can make you feel like this, pumpkin."

Brigitte "Hey, (Name)...Can we talk?" You looked over to see your adorable lover at the door waiting for a response. You told the newbie that you'll see them around or maybe in a future mission. After walking into the hallway with Brig, she asks if you could follow her to somewhere private. You guys end up in a hidden park outside of Gibraltar. You asked if there was anything wrong. Brig can't help but shift back and forth while trying to form a coherent sentence. "I...Sorry I just felt like I wanted to be alone with you. Honestly, I think I got a little jealous watching you talk to someone." You couldn't help but sadly smile and give her a kiss on the cheek. It took her by surprise. "You're not mad at me? Isn't it selfish of me to whisk you away when you're making friends...?" You tell her that it's something you can both work on; to be able to feel confident in each other and so jealousy doesn't have to be a thing. "You're right. I need to work on it. But, I'm feeling better already!"

Kiriko "Huh...So do you like hanging around them more than me?" Kiriko will playfully ask. Of course, she was only half joking...other half seriously asking. You would reassure her that you like spending time with her but you just wanted to say hi to the new person! "Alright, but can they do this?!" She'll bust out her kunai and start juggling them. You can only watch your silly partner try and impress you while you giggle. Kiriko will join in on the giggling session, making sure to catch all her kunai and stuff them in her pockets. "We're the perfect match... right?" You can see some uncertainty in her eye while she looks directly at you. Simply pull her into a tight hug and this will erase any lingering fear of you leaving her.

Reaper The person literally disappears. You never see that new recruit. Did your lover have something to do with this? You may never know. Maybe you should keep your distance with those who come around...

Moira She would definitely deny any accusations of her being jealous! Do not even try to confront her or ask her why she's acting strange. "What are you on about?" Moira will scoff. You can try to tease her all you like, but it'll come back and bite you in the end. She always knows how to come out on top. After slightly opening up and telling you about her feelings, you'll have to make sure to console her and confess your undying love and loyalty... or else!

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 • 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

Jude noticing you in the crowd and makes a move

Genre: fluff

Warning: reader who isn't into football, Jude flirting (?)

Word count: 600

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x f reader

Author note: thanks for 15k followers. I'll try my best to write more tho

Jude Bellingham Masterlist

Enjoy

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You weren’t really into football as others were. Your friends has managed to dragged you with them to see their favorite team real Madrid play against some other team they didn’t tell you about. You couldn’t even pretend you were interested as they were that’s why you were sitting in the crowd, nose deep in your phone while everyone else buzzed as they waited for the game to start.

“I’m so excited.” Your friend Tessa said beside you. Her legs bounced up and down as she looked out at the field.

“ I’m not excited.” You sighed, tucking your phone into your pocket. “I should have stayed home and studied.”

“Oh my gosh lighten up y/n!” your friend groaned, rolling her eyes. “you’re about to watch a bunch of men chase a ball. That’s way better than studying.” Your friend wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “maybe you’ll find some of them attractive. Like Eduardo Camavinga or Jude Bellingham. Oh here they come.”

Your friend squealed as a bunch of men ran on the field. You eyed them as they ran out to do some warming up.

You were about to look away until one caught your eye. “who’s that?” you pointed at one on the field.

“Oh that’s Jude Bellingham. Hot right?” she turned away to engage in conversation with your other friend. All you could do is nod.

He was extremely attractive. More attractive than any man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

You tried to tear your eyes away from him, but you couldn’t. You stared at him for what felt like forever. That was until his eyes met yours.

Instantly you looked away, heat growing on your cheek. When you looked back at him after a few seconds his eyes were still on you.

You had to be dreaming. Was he looking at someone else? You turned around noticing nobody else barely filled the section you were in.

You turned back to the field to realize Jude was no longer in the spot he was in before. Your attention turned back to your phone, trying to distract yourself. Before long the game started. You watched the players run back and forth, kicking the ball between each other. Everyone around you grew excited and nervous every time the ball got closer to each goal.

What you did know was the ball needed to go in the net and that’s what happened around the 30th minute of the game when Jude kicked it in.

The crowd interrupted in cheers at their Starboy. You smiled watching all his team mates crowd him. He then did his famous celebration and grabbed his shirt showing off the Madrid badge. He found himself pointing in your direction, winking at you as he did so.

You weren’t sure if it was directed at you or not. Soon you found out.

The score was 3-1 when the game was over. Everyone flooded out of the stadium but you and your friends lingered for a bit.

“ma’am you heard from behind you.” You turned around to see a guy you assumed was staff by the real Madrid badge on his suit.

“can you come with us. Someone would like to see you.”

You were confused but you told your friends to get going and you’ll meet them later before following the man.

He took you out of the stands in down through the tunnel. You followed him into a long hallway that was full of people.

“stay right here.” You stopped as he said. You watched him walk away, disappear into a room then emerging with the 6ft tall footballer Jude Bellingham.

He smiled when he saw you standing there. Your breath hitched when he walks towards you. He was walking towards you!!

“ I’m sure you saw me staring and pointing at you like a weirdo.” Jude leaned up against the wall beside you. “ I’m Jude.” He stuck out his hand waiting for you to shake it.

You laughed slightly. “yeah I noticed. I’m y/n.”

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I know cliff hanger. Im not sorry

[ashwhowrites]

Yay!

Well, it's a bit similar to one you have made before - that reader offer Eddie a friends with benefits/rebound situation after Chrissy rejects him. But soon she falls for him and to protect herself she starts to avoid him and when he asks her why she lies (sort of) and says she's in love with someone and can't continue their arrangement because of that and that hurts Eddie way more than Chrissy's rejection did. And then he talks with someone else in the gang about it and they're like "yeah, she's in love with you, you idiot!" and ... happy ending? :D

Haha, I definitely see what you are doing here. FWB but a happy ending in a different fic...I respect that. I'll give you a happy ending!!!

Not proofread

Little bits of smut

~~~

Eddie and Y/N were not close friends, they did not know each other well, just students passing in the hall. They were in different crowds, she was popular and he was in hellfire. Those crowds did not mix.

Y/N wouldn't admit it out loud but she found Eddie incredibly attractive. His long, dark, and curly hair. The images of yanking his hair as he rested between her thighs. His sexy smirk, and the way he oozed confidence. The way he walked down the halls, not caring who looked at him. But she always was. Biting her lip as she pictured his body underneath his hellfire shirt. Craving to feel the chain on his pants in her fingertips. Hear his deep and rough voice in her ear, praising her for taking his cock so deep.

"If you keep staring, you might drool." Chrissy teased, nudging Y/N as they stood at her locker.

"I do not drool!" Y/N gasped, trying to secretly check her chin in the mirror.

~~~

When Eddie stopped her, Chrissy was rushing to the gym, running late to practice.

"Oh hey Eddie," Chrissy rushed out, trying to walk around him.

Eddie quickly grabbed her arm. "Sorry, Can I ask you something?"

"Oh um, yeah, just please make it quick. Y/N is going to kill me for being late." Chrissy laughed

"Okay yeah. I was just wondering if you wanted to go out on a date sometime?" Eddie asked, nervously playing with the rings on his fingers.

Chrissy was surprised, she never knew Eddie was interested in her. But she did know that her best friend was into him. And there was no way she'd step on Y/N's toes like that.

"Oh Eddie, I am so sorry but I no. I have to go." Chrissy rushed out, racing to the gym.

~~~

Y/N was a little sad when Chrissy said Eddie asked her out. Y/N never went after Eddie because she believed that he just wasn't into the popular girls, but he was.

This was her opening.

~~~

Y/N made sure to remind herself that Eddie liked Chrissy, asking him on a date out of nowhere would look too suspicious. He had a crush on her best friend, but Y/N just had an attraction to Eddie. She didn't like him like that....well that's the lie she told herself.

After a week passed, Eddie looked like a kicked puppy whenever he looked over at Chrissy. Y/N felt bad for him, rejection always hurts. But she noticed his confidence took a hit. He didn't walk with a smirk, or his head high anymore. He was insecure.

Maybe she could just help him with his confidence.

And maybe help get over her crush.

~~~

Eddie was leaving Hellfire, heading to his van when he heard a girl calling his name.

He turned around confused, making eye contact with Y/N, Chrissy's best friend.

"Oh hey Y/N," He smiled politely, he wasn't sure why she was coming up to him. Probably to make fun of him for asking out her best friend.

"Hey Munson, so I heard about Chrissy and-" She started, but Eddie cut her off.

"Look I don't need any bitchy comments." Eddie spat out, nodding to her as he turned back around.

"Wait no," Y/N started again, grabbing his elbow and turning him around.

"I have a small little question for you," Y/N said nervously. Eddie watched as she rolled on her heels, less confident than when she first walked up.

"Yeah?" Eddie asked

"I know that being rejected can really sting, and sometimes make us insecure. I recently went through a breakup and have been feeling alone....I find you extremely attractive, always have, and I was wondering if maybe we could be rebounds for each other? Hang out, chill with each other, and you know have sex?"

And that's how Y/N and Eddie found themselves in a friends-with-benefits situation.

~~~

If anyone told Eddie two months ago he'd have Y/N underneath him, naked, panting, and begging for his cock, no way would he believe them.

It's been two months of amazing sex, drinking on his couch, sharing joints in the woods, and soaking in each other. The physical attraction was so strong between them. Doesn't matter where they were, they would have their hands on each other in seconds.

"fuck baby, look at how good you take my cock." Eddie moaned, his lips right against her ear. Thrusting into her from behind, his hands on her hips, his skin smacking into hers as he leaned over her back.

Y/N loved hearing it every single time. And he knew it. She could feel the smirk against her ear, the way he fucked her just a tad harder, and his chuckle travel through his chest that was against her back.

"Gonna cum huh? Be a good girl and cum on my fucking cock"

~~~

Y/N screwed herself over. She did not get over her crush, she started falling for him instead. She craved him all the time, and not just sex. She didn't sleep nearly as well alone as she did when he wrapped his arm around her. Her head rested on his chest.

The way they cuddled on the couch as they shared a beer. The way he'd hold the bottle and press it to her lips, watching as she swallowed the cold beer. How he'd let her rest her head on his shoulder and start to doze off. Twisting her hair in his hands as he watched the tv.

The way they laughed over everything when they got high. Scooting closer to each other after each puff. She'd end up in his lap, playing with his curls as he ranted about some movie. Her eyes stared into his.

But she did help his confidence. His smirk was bigger than ever. Walking through the halls, a wink sent her way whenever he passed her. He brushed off anything Jason had to throw his way. Rolling his eyes as he threw his arm over Y/N's shoulders and directed them to class.

Half of her plan worked, but the part that failed was starting to hurt.

~~~

"It's been two months, are you ever going to tell him?" Chrissy asked

"No, I can't. I'm his rebound." Y/N sighed. No one to blame but herself, she put them in this position.

"Maybe he's starting to fall for you too. I mean come on, you guys do more than just sex. You spend time together, fall asleep together, and basically go on dates. Just talk to him." Chrissy encouraged

"Okay"

~~~

Y/N did talk to him but left out half the truth.

"Wait, you want to stop?" Eddie asked, his brown eyes scanning over Y/N's face. He had a feeling this day would come.

"Yeah I just fell in love with someone and I can't do this to either of us, anymore." She explained. All she had to say was that Eddie was the one she fell for, but she was too scared.

"I mean if that is what you want." Eddie shrugged. He wasn't surprised, but the rejection he felt was even worse than Chrissy's rejection.

He didn't fight for her

It was just casual sex

"Is that okay?" She asked

"Yeah whatever, good luck with whatever his face is." Eddie rushed out, grabbing his backpack as he got off the bench, walking the trail out of the woods to the parking lot.

~~~

Just like that, his confidence was gone, even worse than last time. His lips didn't curve in any type of way except downwards. He passed through the halls fast and quietly. His head down and his eyes on his shoes.

The kicked puppy looked returned. His puppy eyes watched her, looking away fast when she looked up. She hated how sad he looked. She only saw him smile and laugh.

~~~

"What's going on with you two?" Steve asked, leaning against the counter as Eddie stood against it.

Both boys looked as Y/N searched through the aisles.

"She called it off, something about being in love with someone." Eddie shrugged, trying to sound unbothered.

"It's obvious she's in love. She has that lovely look and dopey smile." Steve chuckled.

Eddie could feel jealousy burning in him, who the hell was this guy? Even Steve could tell? Was it that obvious all along and Eddie was just her passing some fun time.

Well of course he was, she only asked for sex. What did he expect? Her to just fall in love with him because of sex like he did?

She looked up and saw him, he went to offer a small smile and wave but she quickly put her head down.

Well, that stung.

~~~

And it kept happening. Whenever she saw him she'd run off and avoid him.

Chrissy would give him a sorry look and run after her.

They spent countless nights together and now she won't look at him.

Now he needed a rebound for a rebound.

~~~

A few weeks passed and Eddie still hasn't talked to her. She has been avoiding him and he started to do the same.

Chrissy was hosting a huge after-party for one of the basketball games. The whole school was invited basically so Eddie figured why not go, get drunk, forget about Y/N, and move on. Robin was invited and dragged Steve along. Eddie was thankful they were going and offered to drive.

He hated that the second he walked in his eyes immediately saw her. She looked gorgeous. She was laughing with Chrissy.

Eddie wondered if the guy she was in love with was here. His heart hurt, she was wearing one of his shirts, with a pair of jean shorts, and sneakers. So casual and perfect. But she wore his shirt that would probably end up on someone else's floor.

"I need a drink." Eddie groaned

~~~

Which turned into many drinks....many drinks

Which led to him locking lips with a random girl

Out of all the people that had to smack into them on accident just had to be her.

"OH, I AM SO SORRY!" Y/N screamed over the music, embarrassed as she just smacked into a couple making out in the hallway. She was coming out of the bathroom, rushing to get back to Chrissy, and didn't even notice them.

The two pulled away, her eyes connecting with familiar brown eyes. She felt sick to her stomach.

"It's alright." The girl replied but neither did Y/N or Eddie look away from each other.

Eddie swallowed the lump in his throat, about to open his mouth, but Y/N ran.

Steve appeared behind her with a look in his eyes.

~~~

Y/N was on the front lawn, taking deep breaths. Sitting on the cold curb.

It was fair for him to move on

She needed to be fine with that

"Mind if I sit?" Eddie asked, she looked up as he nodded to the spot next to her. She gave a small smile and moved over.

"Thanks" He whispered, sitting next to her.

"So I had a talk with a friend, and he pointed something out to me," Eddie said, looking right at her.

"What's that?" Y/N asked

"I'm the guy you are in love with," Edde admitted

"Something like that," Y/N whispered, a sad chuckle leaving her lips.

"Why didn't you just say that?" Eddie asked

"I was too scared. I offered to be your rebound, and I didn't want to scare you off with something more serious." Y/N shrugged, a small smile on her lips as she looked over at him.

"I can understand that. I think it's time I'm honest too. I fell for you too, and you rejecting us hurt way more than Chrissy and that's when I knew I was in love with you. Being away from you has hurt like hell. And I would have never kissed that random girl if I knew you loved me. I thought you loved someone else and I couldn't handle it. I'm sorry you had to see that" Eddie admitted. His heart raced as her eyes grew soft, her cheeks lifting as a smile took over her face.

"Thank you for the apology. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I guess we are both scared idiots who didn't want to say how we felt. I thought you might have still been hung up on Chrissy." Y/N confessed.

"Chrissy left my mind the night you came up to me, sweetheart. It's you and it'll always be you. I love you." Eddie smiled, scooting closer to her. His hand rested on top of hers softly.

"I love you too." Y/N smiled, turning her hand to hold his.

Eddie went to lean in, lips inches away from hers when she pulled back.

Eddie looked at her confused.

"Nah uh, you just tongued a random chick, and drunk as hell. We'll try when you are sober." Y/N giggled.

Eddie's stomach flipped at the sound.

"That is a great idea.....remind me you are mine when I'm sober too." Eddie joked, laughing with her as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Although, I don't think I'll forget this moment," Eddie said quietly, kissing her forehead.

"I won't either." Y/N sighed.

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yk what? go ahead and actually take the intro to a fic I started writing fucking forever ago but ended up abandoning. It's a bit of a heavier mdtb so I hope u werent hoping for fluff, whoops

It was no secret that Uchiha Madara and Senju Tobirama got along like a particularly territorial cat who'd been kicked one too many times and a rabid dog with violence on the mind and enough rabies packed in one bite to kill a man. Which is to say, very fucking badly.  Alright, that wasn't quite true. They could be almost civil about their dislike for each other.  Madara was honestly proud of how neatly he could tuck away his urge to launch himself across the table and wrap gloved hands around that damnable throat every time Tobirama gave one of his half scoffs— always so filled with sharp disapproval and thinly veiled disgust.  Maybe seeing a bruise or two on that pale neck of his every time he looked in a mirror would remind Tobirama to keep his unwelcome words to his damn self. Madara would say that sharing an office space with him was almost an endless game of “who snaps first and starts the days first argument.” But if he did, he would probably have to admit that he may be losing that game. It really was hard to keep track. But really, how was Madara to blame, when Tobirama made the act of provoking him such an art?  In this new era of peace, Madara had quickly found that the only way to make his blood sing like it once had on the now empty battlefields, was to get a reaction out of the Senju ghost.  To make his face flush with anger, to see him grit his teeth as he stood up to shout, to see that damned icy mask of his splinter. Watch it crack in half to give way to the burning, all encompassing passion buried underneath all those layers of disdainful manners and passive aggressive comments.  And Madara knew, he knew, that Tobirama’s blood must sing the same way as his own when they argued. Or why else would he keep coming back?  Ignoring, of course, he didn't have much of a choice.  After all, the village was a team effort. With Hashirama now dealing with the bulk of public politics, more behind the scenes work was left to the two of them. Which meant countless nights shared debating paperwork, up in arms and at eachothers throats over street placements and food stall permits.  Tobirama couldn’t avoid Madara if he tried, and the knowledge weighed warm in his chest, knowing that to run away from him would mean to abandon his duties.  And Senju Tobirama, horror that he is, was not one to shirk his duties. That, Madara knew intimately.  He’d known it before, distant though the fact was. And he’d learned it, been reminded of it, over and over, day and night again with each passing week spent in painful collaboration.  If only that duty of his could have been redirected, played against him perhaps. A dutiful man was a man prepared to give all too much of themselves away, under the right circumstances.  And Senju Tobirama was a very, very dutiful man. A man as horribly loyal as Tobirama was a very valuable man to have in one’s pocket. What Madara wouldn’t give to have someone like the ghost at his own side. Someone willing to tear their own heart out, still beating, and place it at the feet of the one he was sworn to.  Ah... and that would make for a very pretty picture too, wouldn't it? “What are you smiling at?” Scowled the man himself, squinting up at Madara suspiciously from a desk across the room.  “Ah.” Madara hadn’t even realized his lips had begun to pull into a low smirk. He brushed his gloved hands against his mouth as if to banish it, and shook his head. “Nothing.”  Tobirama's eyes narrowed further, obviously unbelieving, but he made no comment. Returning to his work in silence, and allowing Madara his peace.

Maybe I'll finish the fic one day, maybe not. The entire fic can basically be summarized as "genderbent au tbrm gets zapped into canon and Madara, who is deep in denial ab being attracted to Tobirama bc of period accurate internalized homophobia, maybe loses his mind a teeny bit as Tobirama suddenly becomes someone he is ""allowed"" to be attracted to (doubly so bc he views it as "giving him the disrespect he is owed"), and proceeds to be a bit of a fucking freak about it all" Canon compliant, very messy and complicated mdtb, which I always love to see

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[sweetiesicheng]

wooyoung - star player

word count : 979

i need it on record that i know absolutely nothing about soccer besides this one player who was on a cover on a magazine okay thanks bye

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"don't let them past you! you're breaking formation!" you hear your coach yell as you and your team run through practice. your team had previously made it into the semi-finals for a tournament in your district. all of you have been practicing like crazy for the game that is at the end of next week.

after awhile, your team is given a break. practice would last for at least another two hours, but the boys soccer team also had to get on the field with your team to practice for a match they’re in.

"you look like someone ran over you.”

you look up while drinking from your water bottle to see the captain of the boys's team, jung wooyoung.

"what do you want, jung?" you ask him as he drops his bags down on the grass in front of you.

"just messing with you," he says and crouches down so he can peck your lips, "you're doing great, babe."

you smile at him, "thanks."

"hey, coach has to talk to someone. you guys take a break while we warm up," one of the guys says to your team.

"i'll take it."

"yea, i'm beat."

"thanks."

some of the guys start practicing on the field while your team took a much needed break. wooyoung sits down across from you, digging in his backpack before pulling out a container.

"here, my mom made this," wooyoung says to you and starts feeding you snacks that he has in the small container. “good?” you nod your head.

"captain! you're gonna have to practice eventually!" you hear one of his teammates yell from the field.

wooyoung turns around, "shut up!" he yells and turns back to you. "have the rest," he offers, "i have another box," he adds before kissing your cheek.

wooyoung gets up and hurries to the field, immediately starting to practice with his team.

"your boyfriend is so head over heels for you," one of your teammates says as she undos her hair to redo it.

"he's only being like this because we got into semis this year," you reply, "we still bicker like an old married couple."

"you two are so cute," another teammate says before sighing, "if only i could find a guy like him."

"there's a whole team of lunatics right there."

"didn't you like—?"

"shh!"

your coach comes back after a few minutes, and your team starts practicing again. you run through your usual formations with a few player changes just to try new things out.

"woah!"

"sorry!"

it's trial and error as new players are changed. usually, your team is pretty cohesive, but the pressure is way too tense.

"okay, you two switch again, and you two switch," your coach instructs, making more player changes.

you continue practicing and run across the field. someone passes you the ball, and you start running toward the goal.

"come on y/n!" you hear wooyoung cheer for you. you kick the ball and watch it fly into the net. the goalkeeper misses the ball and falls to the ground. "that's my girl!"

"hey, jung. keep it down," you hear your coach say to the captain.

"nice one, y/n," one of your teammates says to you.

"thanks," you reply.

"let's keep this up," another teammate says, "the other teams won't have a chance against us," she says with a grin.

"alright, ladies, let's run this again," your coach says to all of you.

—

practice ends as the sun starts to set. it’s evident that everyone is beyond tired and hungry at this point.

you sit with your teammates by a set of bleachers. most of them are getting ready to leave while the rest of you take a break before going home. the guys are also hanging out, praising all of you for doing well.

"y/n, want to grab dinner with us?" one of your teammates asks.

"nah, maybe lunch or something else tomorrow," you reply as you take your cleats off.

"suit yourself."

"see you guys!"

people from both teams start trickling off the field. as you get ready to leave, you notice wooyoung talking to some of the players on the bleachers higher up.

you whistle, warning a look from everyone. wooyoung smiles at you before saying his goodbyes and walking over to you, climbing over a few bleachers to get down to you.

"you can stay. i'm going home," you say to him while putting your regular sneakers on.

"no, i'll take you home," he says. "i already called your dad and told him i'd bring you home when coach said practice was gonna be longer," he mentions.

wooyoung picks up his bags before reaching over to grab yours. you try to stop him, but he takes your duffel.

"i got it," he says to you. "hand me your backpack."

"i'll carry it," you say to him, backing away from him when he tries to grab your backpack from you. you stick your tongue out at him and he does the same. "are you staying for dinner?" you ask as you two start walking towards the parking lot.

"i need to go home. my brother went on a field trip and brought me a souvenir," he replies. you continue walking through the parking lot and make it to his car. both of you throw everything into the trunk before getting into the car.

you see wooyoung smiling as he starts his car up.

"what's with that face?" you ask him.

"just admiring how sweaty you look," he replies, earning a glare from you. he laughs for a second. "i'm kidding," he admits. "you're adorable."

"you're not half bad either," you reply.

wooyoung suddenly leans over the center console and kisses you on the lips. "you're doing great out there," he says to you afterwards.

you smile, "thanks, babe."

"anything for my star player."

[vulpixisananimal]

Loop 15

(You didn't know what was worse about looping. The fact you had to die to go back, or that when you did, it was in the middle of you falling out of the sky.)

(You landed with a thud, dammit. You let out a frustrated groan and dust yourself off. That sadness was tough! You'd have to get used to how it moved.)

[Why don't you pop by the Favor Tree, Comet~]

(Uhrg, fine.)

---

"So! How can I help you today! Comet~"

(You sat across from Loop, arms crossed, tapping your foot.) "Why'd you want me to come back this time?"

"To chat! Of course~"

(You glare at them.) "Really? Just to chat?"

"Of course!" (Loop rests their head, star? Starhead On their hand.) "You seemed stressed, Cadence~ Last loop a bit too much to handle?"

"Dying tends to stress you out, y'know." (You grumble.) "Look, why don't I just speed this up and go straight back to the house."

"Awww and leave me here all alone?" (They wiped a fake tear from their eye.) "That would make me so sad!"

(You put your head in your hands and groan in frustration.)

"Oh don't be so dramatic!" (Loop kicked their feet.) "It's so nice to talk to people, after all! And who knows! Maybe they have something useful to say~"

(You look back at Loop at that.) ". . . Do you have something useful to say?"

"Of course~!"

". . . . Well?"

"Hasn't everything I've said been useful already? Teehee~ Go out and talk to people, Comet, I'm sure it'll be useful~"

---

(Go talk to people. . ?)

(There were a few people in the Dormont town square area, you could talk to them, maybe? There was a kid running around the big states in the center, you watch them run by a couple times before talking.)

"Hello!!!"

"Hey, kid."

"Do you like running?!?? Do you like to run?!?!"

"Uh. . . Sure?" (Not that you could run in the house.)

"Did you know you can run as fast as you want here?!?! Did you know you can ingore the beat here?!?!? Did you know?!? Did you know?!?! Did you!??!!?"

"Uh, cool! Thanks kid."

"You should do some running!!! Running is great!!!"

(And with that, the kid was off running agian. What a weird kid. So much for talking to people so far. Maybe, uh, talk to someone else? Oh to hell with it, you just need to-)

"Hey!!! You!!! The one with the shovel!!!!"

(You look around, a scrappy looking kid ran up to.)

"My name. . . Is Tutorial Kid."

(The name "Agathe" is sewn into Tutorial Kids clothes.)

". . . Uh, hey Tutorial Kid." (You play along.) "I'm Cadence."

"You're not from Vaugarde, right?"

"Uh. . Yeah, I'm not. I don't-"

"Ah! A wanderer not used to our Vaugarde traditions. . . I see, my time, HAS COME!!!"

(The Tutorial Kid grabs your hand and begins dragging you around. Welp, no getting out of this, huh. The kid drags you to one of the houses and just, walks in?!?)

"Hi Stylish lady!!" (The kid waves to a lady who did, in fact, look very stylish.)

"Hello Tutorial Kid! (She responded.) "Oh? Who's this!"

"I dunno, but she's new to Vaugarde so I MUST SHOW!!"

(The stylish one laughed while you were dragged around the front room. The Kid explained as she showed you stuff.)

"You can walk into peoples houses whenever you want! It's a uh, politeness thing! But only the front room!!"

(She pointed to a dancing statue.) "That's Change God!! Our God!! All about Changing and, stuff."

"'And stuff'?"

"Changing!!! Doing things different!!! Weird!!! Stuff!!!" (Aaaaaand you were being dragged out of the house again, you wave frantically goodbye to the Stylish one.)

(The Tutorial Kid leads you to the statues in the center of town.) "That's our God! You can pray to them if you want!! I'm gonna make my own Change God statue one day and I'm gonna give them the best face!!"

"Face?"

"Yeah!! Each face is different because everyone makes the face differently!!"

"Oh! Changing, right!!!"

"YOU UNDERSTAND!!!" (The Tutorial Kid crosses her arms and nods.) "And with that. . . My tutorage is complete!!!"

". . . Heh, thanks kid." (You smile and rub your neck. . .) ". . Aren't you worried about, uh, the King?"

". . . . Uh. . . I'll just not worry about it! And it'll end up okay!"

(Ouch. . Okay you, won't press on that.) "See ya later, kid."

"Till the next time we meet!!!!"

(. . . You walk up to the statues.)

(The Change God, huh. You look up to the huge statue in the center. A God for the idea of Changing, what does that mean? Changing who you are? Or the people around you? Or. . . Or what?)

(You look to the small little library, and the figure frozen in front of it. That's, that's the person that everyone said would save them. That was supposed to be immune to frozen time.)

(And then the House, the rhythm that flowed through it apparently wasn't supposed to be there. The Saviors were supposed to just, go up. No heartbeat, no constantly shifting walls, nothing.)

(. . . And you weren't supposed to be here either.)

(You. . . Close your eyes, and believe with all your heart. . .)

(You believe that. . .)

(. . .)

(You believe that you will get out of this. And you're going to go back into that House and beat that sadness!)

[spectrechosts]

Maneater

What to do when a giant snake-woman decides your apartment is her new nest?

Full Series

Camilla's apartment wasn't great.

The rent was cheap, and the basement was bigger than the other units in the building, and she didn't have to drag shit up the stairs when the elevator broke on a bimonthly basis, so she liked it well enough.

But it did have that little ground level window with the broken latch that her landlord kept saying he would fix and never fixed.

Which was presumably how the bigass fucking snake got in.

She stood in the doorway of her bedroom, clutching a baseball bat that seemed increasingly useless as she traced over the body with her eyes. It was wider than her torso and seemed to go on forever, shifting and coiling around her furniture as she debated calling animal control.

She didn't really think they could do anything about it, she would just love for it to be someone else's problem. Maybe they'd even make her landlord pay for it, and then he'd fix the fucking window.

"Ahh?"

Huh? Who the fuck said that? Was someone in here?

She watched as a very naked woman rose up from her couch, and was suddenly less preoccupied with the giant snake and more with the pair of tits the size of her head. The girl was a knockout, what was she doing here? Did she need help? Was the snake after her? Were her and the snake friends? Were her and Camilla friends? Could they be more than friends? None of this made any-

The girl lunged forward, her rapidly uncoiling tail propelling her directly into Camilla. She grabbed the bat before Camilla could swing it and the wood splintered in her clawed hand.

"Human morsel in my nest?" She rasped, and Camilla cursed herself.

Good job falling for the lure, idiot. Have fun dying a fish's death.

"This is my house." She said, as if the creature would care.

"Noooo." The snake said slowly. "My nest. Why human morsel here?"

Camilla watched her mouth as she spoke. Her human-like lips were only part of it, she could see a seam traveling out from the sides and up her jaw.

The thing was going to unhinge her fucking jaw and eat her, because she got distracted by a big titty. Goddammit.

"I live here." She seethed. "Get out. I'll- I'll scream."

"Ohh?" The snake woman said, eyes wide. "Good! Love pretty girl screams."

Okay, not the reaction she wanted. Her voice died in her throat as the monster watched her, rapt. After a few moments of silence she pouted.

"No scream?"

Camilla shook her head.

"Hmmm."

The woman moved behind her, her tail ensnaring her in it's coils as she pressed her humanoid torso into Camilla's back.

Oh. S-Soft.

"Waaaaaarm." The snake purred. "Not hungry right now, you keep me warm, yes?"

"Y-Yeah, sure."

Okay, that was a step up from getting eaten. She had time now, to plan, to, uh.

Well, she couldn't move her legs, because of the coils. And the girl was hugging her from behind, and she couldn't get her arms out of her grip.

So mostly just to plan.

The two of them were entangled for hours before Camilla had a plan together, and then another 20 minutes or so after that because it had been a long time for her and she was really hot even if she wanted to eat her okay?

"Hey." She said, over the snake's gentle snores. "Hey!"

"Mmrh." She grumbled, hugging her tighter.

"You got money?" She asked.

"What's money?" The snake yawned, her jaw opening far further than Camilla wanted to see right then. "Mm. Hungry."

Okay oh fuck give the pitch fast.

"Money is-" Faster than that, idiot! "-It doesn't matter, uh, look: You want a warm, safe nest, right?"

"Yes, have that now."

oh god oh god oh god

"Listen, this nest is only going to stay safe and warm if you don't eat me, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because I pay for the rent, and the heating. If you eat me, next month it's going to be cold and other humans are going to come kick you out."

"No, my nest. Found it."

"Yeah well, they won't see it that way. But if you don't eat me-"

"Hungry now, though."

"I can get you food, too. You can stay here and I will keep you warm and fed just don't eat me please."

"Hmmm." The snake hummed, and Camilla screwed her eyes shut and tried not to cry.

"Okay. Get food now." She said, and uncoiled from Camilla's body.

"Okay, okay cool." She said, shaking. "What, what do you want to eat?"

"Human."

She swallowed hard.

"Do you have a second choice?"

[lee1504]

"i fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once" - the fault in our stars, john green

(context: this is when they're a bit older, maybe juniors in HS)

Why did Tyler agree to let Aiden come to his house?

He could feel his eyes on him as he entered his and Taylor's shared room, kicking some of his clothes off his floor, clearing the room. He didn't know that Taylor would be with Ben, Logan and Ashlyn today. He didn't know that he would be by himself.

With Aiden.

He could hear Aiden shuffling around behind him. He felt self conscious. He knew Aiden was rich, and that his family was extremely wealthy, so what was the Hernandez house compared to his? A shed?

"Cool place," Aiden commented. He glanced at Tyler's bed, the bottom bunk. "Mind if I sit?"

Tyler shrugged in return. "I don't really care. Just don't make a mess."

"Okay."

Tyler watched as Aiden sat down, crossing his legs and setting his bag down next to him. He continued looking around, starting to ask questions.

"What's that?" Aiden pointed to the corkboard that hung over Taylor's mirror, with pictures pinned to the material.

"That's just Taylor's pictures. She likes taking them."

Aiden hopped off his bed, striding towards the board. He gently took one picture off, then examined it. "I remember this," he said. He held up the photo. Tyler blinked. "This was when we were using my pool, right?"

"Yeah. I remember that, too," Tyler said. He sat down at his desk chair, watching the other boy to make sure he wouldn't steal or take anything. Not that he would, he just wanted to make sure.

He found himself staring at Aiden's hair, the way it turned golden as sunlight bounced off of it through the window.

He quickly looked away before he could get caught. He cleared his throat, softly. How long was he going to stay, anyway?

"...Do you want anything to eat? Drink?" Tyler spoke up. Aiden was still looking at the pictures, but turned his head slightly, glancing at him.

"Do you have water?"

Tyler nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I do." He stood. "Uh...I'll go get some. Just don't-don't take anything. I'll be right back."

He left his room, entering their small kitchen. He pulled out a mismatched cup from one of the cabinets, then heading to the sink to fill it up.

He leaned against the opposite counter, watching. Even though his eyes was on the glass, his mind was on someone else.

Why did Aiden have to come to his house today? He looked so bright, out of place in Tyler's normally gloomy house, as if he was his own personal sun.

He was so obnoxious, too. Sitting on his bed, taking the pictures from his board...everything Aiden did seemed to be related to Tyler.

His face was warm. Was it warm in here? Tyler snapped back to reality, glancing st the water. He lurched towards the sink, quickly turning it off before the glass could overflow.

Why did Tyler always think about him?

Why was he always thinking about him?

He mumbled something under his breath as he took the cup back to his room, face still warm. He could hear Aiden speaking. Who was he talking to?

"I'm back. Here's your--" He froze, his hand on the doorknob. Aiden sat at Tyler's desk, books piled next to him at the table. His eyes widened slightly as more heat rushed to his face. Aiden didn't seem to notice though.

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. Dr Seuss," Aiden said, reading from one if the pages. He closed the book, reaching for another. "I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once. John Green." He glanced up, finally taking notice of Tyler.

"What are you doing?" Tyler asked, voice shaking slightly. He trembled slightly, making the glass of water in his hand shake. His eyes darted to the books, then back to Aiden's face. He could tell his own face was beet red.

"Some of these were open," Aiden replied, as if that was an actual answer. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes were bright, as usual. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Aiden smiled. It was soft, unlike the usual, almost unsettling ones he did. It looked strange on him. "You're blushing," he said.

Tyler scowled, quickly averting his eyes. He glared at the floor. "Whatever," he mumbled. His eyes drifted back to Aiden's rust-red ones. "Here." He walked forward, setting the glass on his desk before beginning to gather the books into his arms. "Don't snoop around my room, okay?" he muttered.

Even though his eyes were trained on the books, Tyler could still feel Aiden's eyes on him. He was strangely quiet.

"You're blushing."

Tyler's scowl deepened, as if that wasn't already obvious. He turned away, setting the books onto his bed.

"Stop watching me," Tyler grumbled.

Aiden ignored his words. "Why'd you highlight those phrases? Like, 'I fell in love the way you fall asleep' and stuff like that?"

Tyler hesitated. Was Aiden going to make fun of him? Or was he going to be serious for once?

"It...was a project," Tyler replied quietly. He wasn't sure if Aiden heard him. "Just...something I was working on..." He trailed off.

Aiden waited for a moment, before saying, "But why those phrases?"

Tyler stayed quiet. His eyes slowly went to Aiden, who was watching him.

He never realized how pretty a boy can be. His hair was golden, and his eyes were lit by the sunlight. He was still short, maybe a head or so shorter than him.

Tyler swallowed nervously. Taylor had been pestering him for the past weeks, asking him why he was acting weird around the others--and mostly Aiden. He remembered something she'd told him, about how maybe his feelings for Aiden weren't just friendly.

About how maybe Tyler might've had a crush on him.

Tyler swallowed nervously.

"it was just a project." He hesitated, then added, "Something for you."

Aiden's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "What?"

"A song," Tyler mumbled. "But whatever. It's nothing."

He felt something brush against his hand. Aiden's pinky touched Tyler's thumb, causing him to shiver slightly. He looked down at him.

"That's a bad idea," Aiden said, this time half-grinning. Tyler didn't know if he was joking or not. "You know I'm not a good person."

Tyler scoffed. "Of course you are. Everyone's a good person."

Aiden was quiet, then spoke again. "That's what you think." He looked up at Tyler, craning his head. "I like you."

Tyler wasn't sure he heard him right. "What?"

"I like you," Aiden said again. "Like, a lot." He paused, seeming to think for a moment. "I kind of want to kiss you."

Tyler's heart skipped a beat. "Wait--what are you talking about?"

"I want to kiss you," Aiden repeated. "Is that okay? Can I?"

Tyler's heart was thumping again. Maybe this time Aiden could hear it.

Maybe Taylor was right.

Maybe Tyler did have a crush on him.

"Okay," he said.

Aiden smiled. He leaned up on his toes, pressing his lips softly against Tyler's. His breath hitched. He could feel Aiden's hand cup his cheek.

Suddenly, Tyler understood what the passage from his book, The Fault in Our Stars, actually meant.

I fell in love--it didn't matter if he was in love, or if he just had a simple crush. He liked Aiden, and that was perfectly fine.

The way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once--he didn't realize how long his feelings for Aiden had been buried underneath his heart, how long it had been hidden in his brain.

But now, with his lips pressed against the other boy's, he knew that he was all that mattered.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

A Nightmare On Elm Street ✮ Kirk Hammett

Screams echo through the barely lit living room as your eyes roam around the mess surrounding you and Kirk. As of now, stale popcorn littered around your laps on the sofa, half empty cans of cheap beer from the mini-mart down the street dangled haphazardly from each of one of your guys' hands, and there was candy corn spilled against the pushed away coffee table.

You knew your roommates wouldn't appreciate the mess once they got home from the one of many Halloween parties going on tonight, but the small amount of guilt you felt about the inconvenience went away when you looked over and saw the at-ease look on your best friend's face.

Hiding a flinch from the large splash of blood that appeared on the screen in front of you, you send an amused grin to Kirk as he jumps at the touch of your cold hand reaching for the end of the shared blanket.

"Watch it, will you? Someone's getting murdered by Freddy Krueger and you're feeling frisky." He grumbles out in fake annoyance, his narrowed eyes curving up at the exasperated look you toss him.

"This was your idea!" You yell out over the background noise. 'Yeah, we haven't seen each other since the last leg of the tour. Of course I'll come over, babe. Let's do something relaxing.'" You then rasped out once the slasher film went on commercial break, your tone of voice trying to imitate the man now shifting to face you.

Tossing a piece of a flattened popcorn kernel at you, Kirk leans back as he makes eye contact with you lazily, before kicking his leg up to rest on your upper thigh.

"If this is your way of saving face after you begged me to come over, have at it," He drawled out, his grin turning into a smirk as you swat at his toes trying to tickle your side. "Just admit it. There's nothing better than me, and a few cans of Old E."

"Oh yeah, baby. Lukewarm beer, spilled guts and popcorn in places it should never be," you moan out in an exaggerated sigh and grasp onto his restless ankle, biting back a grin as you notice his eyes slightly widen at the sound. "You got me. Maybe I should come with for the next few shows, since I obviously can't be without you, the repeated horror movies, and the socks you apparently refuse to clean."

Scrunching up his nose in offense, Kirk bends his knee and yanks his leg out of your grasp. "Not my fault Cliff and James always get to the washers before me," he mumbles out, before glancing at the tv screen. "Maybe I'll take my smelly socks and myself back to the tour bus and let you finish up A Nightmare On Elm Street on your own."

Huffing out a laugh at his dramatic behavior, you gently pat his leg before fully sitting up and tuck him further into the blanket that was now falling down from his waist.

"You know there's no one else I'd rather be with right now." His signature sharp and crooked smile appears on his face before he could help it at your words, his chest feeling warm at the soft look you send his way. Holding his breath momentarily, he clenches his fist against the softness of the fabric before finding his ground and reaching over for you.

Leaning over toward him, you allow his free hand to gently grasp around your forearm and tug you halfway onto his lap. Now resting an arm around your shoulders, Kirk fully relaxes into the sofa and refocuses his attention back on the almost finished film. Absentmindedly caressing his thumb against the nape of your neck, he murmurs out,

"Yeah, there's no one else I'd rather be with either."