#the skip in front of unc I NEED MORE OF THAT

[elliesglock]

can paige like be an asshole sometimes? i love how team oriented and humble she is, but like for once can u rub how good u are in other peoples face?

[terrortalesv]

uncle skips time :-)

Benson has Skips watch Stella when something unforeseen arises.

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Skips leans against his van and sips at a cup of coffee that is slowly but surely going cold. He looks up to see his boss approaching him hurriedly, holding his daughter’s hand. The yeti raises his index and middle fingers in greeting and places the empty cup on a nearby workbench.

“Skips,” Benson addresses him, sounding slightly out of breath, “can you do me a favour and watch Stella today? I know it’s short notice, but something’s come up and Mordecai and Rigby both have plans and–”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“I��ll look after her, just go do your thing, Benson,” Skips puts a large hand on his boss’s shoulder and offers a small smile.

“You sure? You’re not too busy?”

“Yeah, I’ve got nothin’ goin’ on.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks, Skips.”

With that, Benson crouches down to give Stella a kiss on the cheek, then leaves, offering a “bye, Pumpkin!” as he goes.

—

“So, what’d you wanna do, Sweet Pea? D’you need to eat or has Dad taken care of that already?” Skips gets down on one knee to be slightly closer to her eye level.

“Yeah, I just had breakfast,” Stella bounces on the balls of her feet as she speaks, tone of voice much more cheery than that of most people he talks to at work. He can’t help but smile at that.

“And what’s the plan for today?”

The little girl looks at the ground for a moment, appearing deep in though, before the answer flies out of her.

“Blanket fort!” she shrieks, throwing her arms up into the air.

“Blanket fort?” Skips can recall Mordecai and Rigby mentioning one of those before, can form a vague image in his head of what it might look like, but is otherwise lost, “care to explain?”

“It’s a fort made of blankets and pillows and stuff! And you sit in it and it’s fun!”

He supposes that makes sense.

“So, all we need’s a few blankets and pillows?”

“Oh, and a couch,” Stella draws a rectangle in front of her with her index fingers to illustrate this.

“Oh.” Skips blinks. He doesn’t have one of those.

She seems to notice, because she becomes silent and thinks again for a second.

“Follow me! I know the perfect place!” the little girl grabs his finger and starts walking, to which the yeti responds by skipping slowly behind her.

—

Soon, they are standing in the living room of the house in the middle of the park, surrounded by a large pile of seemingly every pillow, blanket, throw rug and stuffed animal in the vicinity.

Stella stands back as Skips moves the coffee table out of the way and pushes the armchair up against the couch. When he is done, she starts laying pillows down on the floor, taking care to layer several on top of each other for maximum comfort. The yeti tosses the blankets over the couch, leaving a large gap between the ones at the front to serve as a doorway.

Stella finishes the project by placing two plushies in front of the fort, “so they can be the greeters,” she explains.

—

“Gah!” Stella cries, “Unc-ie Skips — I mean, princess! Help, the tiger is attacking me!” She rolls around on her back, holding a plush cat to her face, simulating an attack.

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll save you!” Skips simply grabs the toy with one hand and puts it in a corner, then places a cushion in front of it to prevent any possibility of escape.

Stella sits back up, breathing heavily, “thanks. You’re… really strong.”

They both burst out giggling.

—

“Have you been in love before?” The question comes out of nowhere and catches the yeti off guard.

He is silent for a second, but decides to answer truthfully, “yeah.”

Stella stares up at him and settles into her spot on the floor, quietly prompting him to elaborate further. Skips sighs. As painful as it is to think about, maybe sharing the story with her would help some.

“Her name was Mona. We met at school. And, yeah. I loved her a lot.” He gently pulls a gold chain with a locket out of his back pocket.

“What’s that?”

The yeti carefully opens the locket to reveal an old picture of himself, whom Stella recognises, and a woman, whom she doesn’t.

“Is that her? She’s really pretty.”

Skips nods sadly.

She stares at the pictures, “can you tell me the whole story?”

And so he does. He tells her the same story he told Mordecai and Rigby all those years ago. He talks about how he’d been expelled from every school he’d attended up to that point, about meeting his immortal friends and the first run-ins with Klorgbane. He talks about meeting Mona, their connection, the skipping and planning of the prom. The Fists of Justice. How pretty Mona looked in her prom dress. How much fun they had that night, the way they danced.

As he’s recounting every little detail, Stella listening intently through it all, he feels tears brimming at his eyes, but refuses to let them spill out.

He takes a short break to breathe before talking about the fight. The next part he doesn’t mention in detail. He simply says, “and now she’s… gone.”

By this point, the little girl is looking up at him in awe, holding one of the plushies to her chest.

“Wow.”

—

Skips eats a pudding cup and makes a big show of listening as Stella rambles about whatever comes to her mind. He nods, shakes his head, mumbles in agreement, exaggerates his facial expressions and occasionally replies to her. He isn’t even sure if she’s actually talking to him, but he does it anyway. It’s the polite thing to do, he thinks. From what he can see, from where he is sitting, she’s having fun. And he has to admit to himself that he is too.

“Anyway, there was a shark in the lake but that’s okay because Applesauce got into a fight with him and saved us!” She waves her arms around excitedly as she tells this totally true story that definitely happened.

“No way!” the yeti places his hands on his cheeks and widens his eyes.

“Uh-huh! And there was a rainbow and it was really, really pretty and then we all walked off into the sunset. But Daddy said it was too early for a sunset and we turned around and it was actually a explosion!”

“What?!” Skips gasps, “you must surely have the most exciting life of all, Sweet Pea.”

“Yeah!” Stella bounces up and down on her knees, “but you have stories too. I bet you’ve got like a gazillion of ‘em!”

“Oh, no, none as exciting as yours.” He chuckles.

—

After his long day away, Benson approaches the house. He stops when he hears the sounds of giggling and chatting coming from inside. One of the voices is obviously his daughter, the other much more gruff.

He sneaks into the living room and stands there for a few seconds before taking a peek into the fort. It surprises him to see his employee sitting next to his daughter, Skips’ head partially obscured by a blanket, both of them wearing princess dresses and pretending to sip from tiny teacups. A few stuffed animals have food stains around their mouths.

“Oh, Mrs. Bear, you are so right, this has been fun!” the yeti says to one of the plushies, poorly faking a British accent.

Benson snorts. Neither of them seem to notice him, they’re clearly too busy.

“Hey, you guys!”

His boss’s voice prompts Skips to jump and drop his teacup.

“Daddy!” Stella cries, at the same time Skips yells “Benson!”

“You’re back,” it’s just the yeti’s voice this time. He clears his throat.

“Yeah, I’m back,” Benson chuckles, “can I come in?”

Only if no one ever finds out about this, Skips thinks, but his mouth simply says “yes.”

[shirophantomvox]

Flower Pedals Hisoka x reader Part 2

Part 1

❤️♣️❤️♣️

As the day went on, Hisoka volunteered as a chaperone to your younger cousins. They wanted to play in the water while Hisoka sat under a coconut tree, sipping on a strawberry margarita. It would be pointless for an intoxicated man to be a chaperone but he is quite immune to heavy alcohol. Somehow, the sun’s beautiful reflection made Hisoka look like the man you slowly fell for. His job as a bodyguard for the most dangerous mafia in the country, his ability to speak French like a flipped switch, and of course his bulging muscles. Seeing him interact well with your cousins made him seem father-like. But why did he have to act so egotistical? Why couldn’t he be like the guys you saw on the Hallmark channel? Is being loved that hard to ask for? Then the hurtful incident earlier that day entered your mind once again. You didn’t want to break up with Hisoka but it was the only choice.

A tear ran down your face, something you hadn’t done in a while. A silent weep is something everyone needs to do once in a while but weeping in front of others can feel humiliating. Suddenly, you hear a knock on your door and someone enters without your permission. You quickly wiped your tears away and turned around quickly expecting it to be Hisoka. Instead, it was your beloved uncle smiling with a DVD in one hand and popcorn in the other but once he got a quick glimpse of your sad face, his smile disappeared. This time he didn’t run to your rescue but rather asked what’s wrong from a distance. He already knew it had to do with Hisoka but he was curious to hear more.

“Is it about your boyfriend?”

“Yes…”

“Did he hurt you?”

“Physically, no. Emotionally, yes. He has flirted with many people and disregards that I am there. He used to be all over me and now he acts as if I do not exist!”

“That’s horrible. But I have to break it to you. Some men like it when their significant others are jealous. It’s thrilling to them. If you dislike that, you should tell him.”

“I have! He will not listen to me!”

Your uncle grunted in anger and shook his head. He placed his index finger and thumb under his chin, thinking hard about something. Tears rolled from your eyes and felt like they could not stop.

“Come with me, darling.”

Following behind your uncle like a 5-year-old, he led the way to his newly renovated basement, and in that basement stood something that mimicked a lab. He removed a large blanket that covered a table full of glass test tubes and pink liquid. You were hopelessly confused as to why your uncle was smiling at his little creation.

“Uncle…what is all this?”

“Can you guess?”

“Sorry. I have no idea what it is.”

“It’s a love potion!”

You gasp and step back rather far from him. You frowned, not believing what your uncle has told you. Love potions were depicted and always fictional; they simply don’t exist. Hell, Cupid DOES NOT exist and yet he claims that he has made a love potion?! You have always known your uncle to be a wacky man but NOT THIS wacky! Not only did he have a small test tube of this love potion but he had at least 100 small bottles of it too!

“Uncle….don’t tell me…”

“Maybe Hisoka can take a shot of this…”

“U/N! No! That’s wrong!”

“Huh?”

“If he doesn’t love me anymore, I’ll break up with him. Plain and simple.”

“But y/n!-“

“No buts!”

Gosh, you sound like your aunt!

“Why do you have that anyway? I could have sworn you and auntie madly in love anyway.”

“We are….” He stopped talking for a brief moment as he made his way to the door. He did not want your aunt to overhear him speak or else she’d have his head.

“We’ve had a few tiffs lately and she is being distant. I was thinking of giving her this potion.”

“You can’t just…give her that! What if she’s allergic to any ingredient you put in there?”

“SHHH! It’s not a drug, ok darling? It’s essentially a cupid’s arrow in liquid form.”

“Oh yeah! And Santa Claus is real, right? Come on Unc. I’m going to sleep now.”

“Y/N wait! Wait!” Your uncle ran up the stairs after you to try and have an actual heart-to-heart conversation with you. In reality, The love potion wasn’t anything that would harm Hisoka or your auntie; it was something that everyone had. This “love potion” has many variants in the market already. It has its own juice, pop, and merchandise line. When people gave testimonies about them falling madly in love with their partners, you thought it was an absolute joke!

The day had reached 11 PM. The sun had set for the day and the bright stars shined brightly against the beach. Chrollo and the others had left hours ago probably forgetting that you and Hisoka had tagged along. As you cleared the dinner table, the love potion sat there, in its small slender glass frame. This had been extracted so it could be digested but still, you didn’t go anywhere near it.

“Don’t leave this unattended. If a person drinks too much, they’ll become a fool for you and as romantic as that sounds, it can be VERY overwhelming.”

As you turned the lights off downstairs, the front door barreled open. Your eyes had been adjusted to light for the last few hours; seeing in the dark was nearly impossible. But one thing is for sure, that infamous bubble gum small dashed towards your nostrils.

Hisoka.

The lights turned on once again and this time, they began to flicker a little. Hisoka’s piercing golden eyes were able to grab a hold of yours instantly. It felt like you were paralyzed with sudden fear and anger. So many emotions raged throughout your body; your brain sending many signals to the various parts of your body. Both of your cousins come running in, arms stuck out like airplanes zooming all through the living room. One flew underneath Hisoka’s legs and the other flew many times around you. Their sudden joy made you smile a little; they were so full of joy and hope…that is until they grow up.

“I like your boyfriend, y/n!”

“Yeah! He’s so fun! He taught me how to play Poker!”

“You what?!”

“Hey! She needs to know in case she needs to make some cash.”

“Ok, you two. Up to bed. Mom and Dad are waiting for you.”

Both of your cousins zoom into their rooms making loud airplane noises.

“I must admit, I see potential in those kids. They made their own marshmallows, mingled amongst people their age, and even reminded me when their bedtime was.”

He looked from the staircase to you. “Thank you for—“ he stopped as he looked at your angry face.

“—Are you still mad about earlier?”

“What do you think, jerk?”

“Would you stop playing hard to get? You haven’t given me a kiss today.” He bent down and puckered his lips, expecting you to respond. Instead, you turn the lights off leaving a kiss-less Hisoka in the dark. Hisoka stood in the middle of the dark living room beyond confused at your actions.

Finally! Alone at last. No one to interrupt your thoughts or sleep, just you in your auntie’s guest room. The bed was extra comfy! It was so fluffy that it almost made you get up and inside Hisoka to sleep with you.

“No. He needs to learn his lesson,” you thought to yourself. Besides, a non-married couple sleeping in the same bed together was NOT going to fly in this house. Before you knew it, your eyes were closed for what felt like 20 minutes but were actually 8 hours. The sun beamed through the curtains acting as your silent alarm clock. Stretching your muscles and yawing felt amazing after a good night’s sleep. Checking your phone was a reflex but feeling an odd source of shadows made you freeze. As you slowly turned around, Hisoka was laying in your bed, with his boxers on, smiling, and gawking at you; something he’d never done. You thought rubbing your eyes twice would make him go away, but he was still there in the flesh. Still angry about yesterday's encounter, you stare at him plainly.

“What in the world are you doing here, Hisoka?”

“To be with you, of course, my dear.” His tone was much softer; it felt as if he was barely moving his tongue. His lips slightly puckered as he spoke. Your boyfriend was always mysterious but it can be said that he was never predictable.

“What are you talking about?”

He scoots closer to you; his bare chest rubbing against your right arm. He places his left arm around your neck pulling you closer. So close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body. He took his index knuckle, placed it under your chin, and lifted.

“Oh, how I missed your face…the sound of your voice…my heart aches for you.”

You blink twice.

Am I dreaming? What is going on here?!

“Hisoka—“

He placed his index finger over your lips; his long nail gently scratches the top part. “Shhh….” Quickly but softly, Hisoka gives you a kiss but not just an ordinary kiss, one that is very breathtaking. His lips were much softer than you remember and a lot moister. He didn’t force anything; he gently moved his lips to make you more comfortable. What felt like a lifetime was truly only 10 seconds and on the 11th, he parted. Gazing into his golden eyes this time made your heart skip a beat. You remained silent, slightly afraid to say a word as he stared into your eyes deeply. This was not his blood-lust look at all but awfully similar. His eyes were half-lidded but they were soft, much softer than you had seen before. Just as you were about to say something, he gently grabs your face and begins to kiss you all around without remorse. This overwhelming amount of affection not only made you bluff but be utterly embarrassed if your aunt and uncle caught you two in this state. It’s more of the family “aww’ ing” than anything else.

“How did Hisoka suddenly do a 360 from last night?”

“Might as well enjoy this while it lasts.”

Hisoka continued to place soft kisses. He began to pepper your lower jaw with them, earning a slightly satisfied grunt from yourself. He then professed his love for you as he kissed you in between phrases. The magician himself was as red as an apple while you were a giggling mess. He moved his lips to another part of your body. His hand kisses felt amazing once more. He moved his way up your arm and to your shoulder.

“You smell terrific, kitten,” he said in a lower huskier voice.

You growl in response; something so embarrassing that you are happy your nosy little cousins did not hear.

“You’re so adorable, kitten. So delicate that I’d be afraid to touch. So beautiful like the colors and aroma omitting from a blossom tree.”

“I love you to the moon and back.”

Before Hisoka said another word, he placed his right hand where the bottom of your head and neck met. He gently caressed it as he pressed his forehead against yours. The soft feeling of his nose moving swiftly against yours felt like ecstasy. Nothing could ruin this moment.

“Hisoka’s a simp!”

Both of you jerked your heads to the door. Through the crack, you could see two curious pairs of eyes, staring into your room. Before Hisoka could leave the bed, you jump over him and march to the door.

“You know, it’s rude to stalk people in their bedrooms.”

“And? It’s rude for you to be staying the night in my beach house and not giving us any money. Hand it over sis.”

You close the door and jump back into bed with your new boyfriend. Hisoka practically had hearts in his eyes. It’s as if he saw no one but you.

Maybe he has changed….

Your uncle’s voice could be heard a distance away and that’s when it hit you.

“Don’t leave this unattended. If a person drinks too much, they’ll become a fool for you and as romantic as that sounds, it can be VERY overwhelming.”

Oh shit! Where is the potion?! No! It was left on the table last night!”

"Really, Unc? I think I can deal with this. After all, he is less insufferable. I’ve always wanted my beau back and I hope he remains this way…falling on his knees before me."

To be continued....

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Now Kiss - Alyssa Naeher x Reader

Prompt: Maybe an Alyssa x reader, where Alyssa is totally in love with R and Ash + team try to set them up. 

“Alright bitches, meeting in my room right now,” Ashlyn announced to the trio of keepers, throwing her arms over both Alyssa and Janes shoulders.

“We just finished meetings Ash,” Jane pointed out confused.

“This is a different kind of meeting,” Ashlyn winked.

“Ash no,” Alyssa tried.

“Ash yes,” Harris replied, excited.

Jane just followed the two keepers into the room, still confused as to what was going on.

Alyssa begrudgingly sat in the chair on the far side of the room, Jane lingered awkwardly at the door.

“Someone,” Ashlyn looked directly at Alyssa, “has a crush.”

“And someone,” Alyssa mimics, “needs to stay out of it.”

Jane perked up now that she knew what was going on.  

“Who do you have a crush on uncle?”

“No one, just drop it.”

“Y/N!” Ashlyn jumped in.

Alyssa sunk further into the chair, blushing deeply.

Jane made her way to the blushing keeper.

“Good call Lyss!” Jane shook Alyssa’s shoulders.

Alyssa pushed her hands away, going to stand back up.

“If you’re just going to mock me, I’m leaving.”

Jane pushed Alyssa back into the chair.

“We aren’t mocking you unc, Y/N is awesome, you have good taste. Let us help you,” Jane encouraged softly, squeezing her shoulders.

“Y/N is a stud forward, you’re a stud keeper, it’s meant to be,” Ashlyn added.

Jane nodded quickly, agreeing; Alyssa just rolled her eyes.

“So how we doing this?” Jane asked.

“Who’s rooming with her? We could do a room switch? Lock them in a room together? Make them practice PK’s together?” Ashlyn started rattling off ideas.

“Terrible idea, Y/N doesn’t sleep in a shirt, Uncle won’t be able to handle being in a room with her,” Jane giggled, Alyssa blushed even deeper.

“Awww Uncle! You’re too cute, but it’s true, so bad idea. We need you to not be a stuttering mess to make this work.”

“Kelley is Y/N’s roommate,” Alyssa filled in.

“We need the defenders! Kelley and Sonnett are perfect for this!”

“Yes!” Jane and Ashlyn pointed at each other. “I’m texting them now.”

Ashlyn barely even put her phone down when the two defenders came through the door, of course with several other players behind them.

“Nope, I’m out,” Alyssa got out of the chair heading to the door.

Kelley quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back into the room, Alex followed on the other side.

Alyssa pulled her arms away.

“No, this was supposed to be a little thing. Just you guys helping me talk to Y/N, figure out if she likes me too. Not half the team!” She dropped her arms in defeat.

“We got you uncle, now you have all the positions together to help. I’m rooming with her, I’ll do some digging,” Kelley waggled her eyebrows.

Alyssa and Y/N were close, they did crosswords together, exchanged brain teasers to try and stump the other, partnering for workouts, Alyssa always volunteering to stay late for Y/N to take shots. The two practically attached at the hip for camps.

Y/N was difficult to read, no one knew much about her personal life. She never offered information and gave vague responses when asked. Even Alyssa didn’t know much about the forward, so she definitely didn’t know if she had the same feelings or not.

“Alright team, we’ve got a week left in camp, by the end of the week we will have you and Y/N together. Or at the very least we’ll know how she feels, and you can go from there,” Alex immediately took charge of the group.

Alyssa couldn’t tell if she should feel grateful or not for how quickly the team got together to assist her, normally she wouldn’t be interested in their help for something like this. But she had been dropping hints, or thought she had, been for months. She had asked the woman out several times, each time Y/N would say yes, but she never seemed to pick up that it was intended to be a date or teammates would invite themselves along.  

“For now, I’ll see what I can figure out tonight. Work some Kelley magic,” Kelley winked, bouncing out of the room.

Julie squeezed her fellow Redstars arm.

“We got you Lyss.”

The next morning, Alyssa and Y/N were sitting in the banquet room, each doing their own crossword, coffee sitting on the table in front of them.  Alyssa kept shooting glances towards Y/N. She had no idea what Kelley said or did after leaving the room.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Y/N asked, tossing her crossword onto the table, pulling her coffee cup into her chest.

“I’m not, I’m not staring at you,” Alyssa stuttered out quickly, staring intently at her crossword.

Y/N rolled her eyes, picking up her crossword again.

Ashlyn and Kelley skipped over, each dramatically dropping into the chairs next to the two. Kelley threw her arm around the younger forward.

“Whatcha doing?” Kelley leaned in far too close; Y/N pulled herself away.

“Crossword,” Y/N replied sceptically, holding up the mentioned puzzle.

Alyssa watched from across the table, worried about what the two were planning.

“Sweet,” Ashlyn said disinterested, leaning over and taking the crossword from her hands. “Us keepers,” she motioned between herself and Alyssa, “want to practice PK’s after training today. You in to help?”

“Sure?” Y/N replied, confused. Normally Alyssa would ask her separate for something like that. Also finding is odd that Kelley was with Ashlyn asking, not Jane.

“Perfect!” Kelley shot up of the chair with a grin. “See you later you two.” She shot both women a wink and walked away.

“Subtle,” Alyssa tried to whisper lowly to Ashlyn who remained seated.

Y/N gave the two keepers a strange look, very confused about the short interaction.

“I’m going to uh, go,” Y/N got up, uncomfortable, feeling like she was part of some joke or prank.

Ashlyn’s smile immediately dropped. Alyssa’s as well, hating that she made Y/N feel uncomfortable.

“No, shit, Y/N come finish your crossword,” Ashlyn tried to stop her. “I was just leaving anyway.” Ashlyn got out of her seat, gesturing for the forward to sit back down.

“Nah, I was mostly done anyway,” Y/N replied quietly, suddenly feeling out of place. She grabbed her coffee cup and crossword and made her way out of the banquet room.

Alyssa watched her walk away, wanting to stop her and explain, but not fully knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry Lyss,” Ashlyn apologized. “We didn’t think she would leave.”

“Of course she would leave Ash!” Alyssa argued. “You know how sensitive she is and in her head she gets. You two being all weird wasn’t going to help!” Her frustration evident.

Alyssa shook her head, grabbed her things, leaving Ashlyn alone at the table.

For the rest of the day, Y/N was more quiet than usual. The odd interaction this morning had her on edge, she had been trying to keep her feelings towards the keeper to herself for awhile now. She didn’t think the keeper could possibly reciprocate them though, so she had resigned herself to just being friends. But after this morning, it felt like the other two had figured it out and were mocking her.  With that, she decided it would be best to just distance herself from the keeper and hope Ashlyn and Kelley would drop it.

Y/N had a terrible practice, she was all over the place; out of position, missing easy passes, passing the ball away, shots going incredibly wide. She felt like she couldn’t do anything right. By the time it was over, she was miserable. Several players had tried to ask was what was wrong, only to be blown off by the forward.

Vlatko and a couple coaches pulled her aside, each gently trying to ask what happened for such a poor performance. Y/N just hung her had saying she didn’t know. Even though she wasn’t in trouble, she still felt like she had been scolded and made her terrible mood even worse.

Alyssa watched the interaction from across the field, she could see how the practice and now her meeting with the coach was affecting the forward. While not normally one for physical affection, the keeper knew Y/N was and she just wanted to pull her into a hug and explain what happened this morning.

Instead, she jogged over to her, gently grabbing her arm to stop her walking away.

“Hey, we are still doing some PK’s if you want to stay.”

Y/N glanced behind Alyssa towards the net and could see several players all staring at them, some deliberately looking down when they noticed her looking.

“I couldn’t even hit the fucking net in practice, I doubt I’ll be any help to you now,” Y/N growled out.

Alyssa didn’t let get go of her arm, pulling her back when Y/N tried to pull away.

“Maybe it will help you work out some frustration then.”

“I don’t think so Lyss, thanks though. I’m just going to head back to the hotel, maybe swim some laps,” Y/N shook her head, walking away dejectedly.

This time Alyssa let her pull away, watching her walk to her gear. Alyssa turned toward the group waiting for her.

“Y/N not staying?” Alex asked.

“No, she’s heading back to the hotel.”

“We’ll fix this Unc, don’t worry,” Kelley tried to encourage.

“No, you’ll stay out of this like I wanted you to in the first place!” Alyssa snapped.

“What did you do?” Alex narrowed her eyes at the defender. Alyssa rarely got upset, so her reacting so harshly, so quickly was rare.  

“We just asked her to stay with PK’s!” Ashlyn tried to defend themselves.

“And made Y/N feel like uncomfortable. She hasn’t talked to anyone and had a shit practice. So stay out of it. Even if she doesn’t have feeling or does have feelings, I’m not losing my best friend because you guys had to meddle.”

Alyssa turned and joined one of the vans about to leave.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel, Alyssa began her search for Y/N. She needed to talk to the other woman before the rest of the team did. She knew even though she told them to stay out of it, there was no way they would actually listen.

Her first stop was the pool, immediately seeing the forward swimming back and forth. The keeper sat on the edge, dangling her feet in the water, waiting for Y/N to finish but not wanting to disturb her.

“What do you want Alyssa? I don’t want to talk about practice today. I want to swim until I can’t think straight, then sleep for the night, and hope tomorrow I can actually remember how to play soccer,” Y/N stood in the water next to the keepers legs.

“I know, and we don’t have to talk about practice. But I think I know what happened. Was it because of Ash and Kelley this morning?”

Y/N’s shoulders dropped. Alyssa could clearly see the tension in her body in the bathing suit she was wearing. She took a breath to steady herself, seeing the flesh briefly distracted her, but she had more important things. Y/N nodded her head.

“Felt like I you were all part of some joke and I was the punchline,” Y/N mumbled out, shrugging her shoulder, refusing to look away from the water.

Alyssa kicked Y/N’s side in the water, trying to get her to look up.

“Y/N/N, that wasn’t it at all. It was just Ash and Kelley being Ash and Kelley, you know how they are when they get some weird idea in their head.”

“I know, that’s the problem!” Y/N said a little louder, splashing the water. “It wasn’t some weird idea. I thought I was doing a decent job hiding them, but I guess they figured it out and were just teasing me about it, holding it over me without saying anything.”

Alyssa sat up straighter, creasing her eyebrows, now she was confused. She thought she was knew what was bothering Y/N, but now maybe she didn’t. What could she be hiding?

“Hiding what? What did they know?” Alyssa kicked her again.

Y/N froze, her hands pausing on top of the water.

“Fuck,” the forward whispered.

“What did they figure out Y/N?” another kick, firmer this time.

Y/N released a large sigh, her hands gently running through the water while she gathered her thoughts.

“They’re probably going to tell you anyway based off this morning, and I’d rather tell you instead of the I guess,” another kick in the water cut off the ramble. “I have feelings for you. I know you could never feel the same, so I’ve been trying to push them down, I’m fine being your friend. Somehow, they must have figured it out. I’m sorry they were weird with you this morning. I’ll tell them to drop it and leave you alone.”

Alyssa looped her heel around Y/N’s knee under the water, tugging it to force it to bend, causing the forward to crash into her legs. Y/N finally looked up, scowling.

“They were being weird this morning because they were trying to get me to tell you my feelings for you,” Alyssa chuckled awkwardly. “I don’t think they knew anything about yours.”

Y/N blushed, Alyssa could see it across her chest and up her neck. Both women stood silently, neither knowing what to say. Y/N fidgeted with the hem of the towel Alyssa was sitting on.

“Now’s when you kiss her! Or ask her out! Something!”  echoed through the pool. Followed by a smack and a quiet yelp.

They both looked to the doorway way to see Kelley and Ashlyn inside, with Ali and Alex beside them. Kelley rubbing her arm that Alex just hit.

“You know, we’re stronger than them, we could definitely throw them in the pool,” Y/N whispered, quiet enough the group at the door couldn’t hear.

“I’ll take Ash, you take Kelley?” Alyssa confirmed as Y/N climbed out of the pool.

Ali and Alex both seeming to know what was about to happen, moved behind Ashlyn and Kelley to prevent any escape attempts. The keeper and defender both oblivious to what was happening, each throwing out jokes about how neither actually asked the other out yet.

They both squealed when they were each picked up bridal style and carried towards the pool. Shouting at both to be put down and calling out random apologies.

Alyssa and Y/N both just laughed, easily tossing them into the pool.

Y/N squatted next to the edge, smiling at the now socked soccer players.

“Stay out of our relationship,” she attempted to look serious.

Ashlyn just splashed her.

“Really? I’m already in a bathing suit,” Y/N shook her head.

Straightening up, Y/N walked over to Alyssa.

“Coffee?” the forward asked.

“It’s a date,” Alyssa chuckled, shaking her head as well now.

“At least put some clothes on first!” Kelley called as she climbed out of the pool.

“Nah, I kind of like her like this,” Alyssa quipped back.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Homecoming part 2

Summary: Slow burn. You are forced to move back to your home town due to the pandemic. When your high school tormentors return to remind you why you never wanted to come back. This gets darker as it goes. I’m not a good writer folks sorry.

Warning: forced masturbation, groping

Any critiques to make me better are more than welcome.

Dark Steve Roger x black reader and [Dark Bucky x black reader comes in later], Cop AU

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4; Chapter 5

After the run in with Steve and Bucky you were overly nervous when you finally made it to the grocery store. Even with your mask on you felt as if eyes were on you. You kept your head low and shopped for your needs as quickly as possible.

When you arrived back home you parked and got to unloading everything by yourself. It took two trips of you waddling back and forth before you finished. All the while you felt your purse buzz, you knew who it was, but you didn't want to think about it.

Had he followed you to the store? It was as if he knew you were home by now.

*Buzz Buzz

Every buzz sending a cold bolt throughout your body. It had been years since you ran off to the city, but it was as if seeing you today rekindled a spark in him.

*Buzz Buzz

Grabbing your bag from the table you rifled through the purse to find the culprit. As you suspected it all came from the same unknown number.

MSG unknown number: Hey Spit Roast WELCOME HOME!

The nickname once again filling you with anxiety and dread

MSG unknown number: Did you miss me? MSG unknown number: I missed you. MSG unknown number: I'm so excited to spend time with you again

You didn't want to think about what he used to do, but as more messages came in the more flash backs flooded in. The memory of the terror and torment he bestowed on you. Throwing your phone back in your purse you try an sooth the knot in your stomach.

*Buzz Buzz

MSG Steve: *sent image[dick] MSG Steve: *sent image[dick] MSG Steve: *sent image[dick] MSG You: Please stop. Im trying to have dinner

After your plea Steve surprisingly stopped. You were able to start cooking in peace. Calling your uncle to the kitchen for dinner you both  sit and eat.

He didn't ask how you were, because he could tell by looking at you. He finished his plate while you just stared at yours. You hadn't even noticed he left the kitchen until you heard the sound of the t.v. turning back on. Snapping out of it you clean the kitchen before heading back to your room.

Throwing your bag on your dresser before laying out on the bed. You tried to control you're breathing, tried to push him out, but the memories of him were relentless. He was living rent free in your mind and there was no way to evict him.

*Buzz Buzz

You knew the reprieve wouldn't last. Sitting up you walked to the dresser to grab your discarded bag to retrieve the phone.

MSG Steve: Show me what's mine

He wanted to you to expose yourself to him. Refusing him wasn't an option.

Maybe if I send him some random girl from the internet.

You searched on your phone to find someone. It didn't take long to find a girl that kind of looked like you. Cropping it just right you could probably pull it off. Your heart was pounding hard in your chest as you readied yourself to press send.

Holding your breath you waited. Hoping he just might fall for it.  

*Buzz Buzz

MSG Steve: ☹️😡 MSG Steve: I know you Y/N don't play with me.

You fucked up. He did know you. He had remembered you. He had violated you so many times how could he forget. You tried to be slick and you blew it completely. Your hands trembled as you remembered how harsh he was to you when you didn't play right.

What little food you had didn't stay long as you dropped your phone and made a mad dash to the waste bin by your nightstand. As you emptied your gut you hoped that your uncle was too preoccupied to notice.

How after so many years was he still hell bent on tormenting you?

After a few more dry heaves you wiped your mouth with your sleeve. Staring at the phone from the floor. You heard another buzz and braced yourself for the consequences.

Rising to your feet you walk over to the bed and pick it up again. With a deep breath you read it.

MSG Steve: be ready at 7pm and wear a dress 😘 MSG Steve: nite!

*Bang Bang Bang

After a few minutes the front door swung open, your uncle filling the door frame staring Steve down. Both men visibly annoyed at the sight of each other.

"And to what do I owe the honor of your visit Steve?" Uncle Nick inquired.

"Tsk... Ha...its officer Rogers these Days Nick." Steve corrected with a smirk.

"It's General Fury last time I check my ranking" Uncle Nick parried.

Nick knew that Steve contributed to your grade school torment, though he never new the full extent. He did try to help you, tried to get them to stop, but he couldn't. You broke his heart when you skipped town, but he understood it was for the best.

"I'm here for Y/N" Steve huffed clenching his jaw.

"Oh really" he nodded, cocking a brow.

"Yes... really" his says, his mouth closes in a tight line, taking one step forward. Puffing out his chest taking a step forward, crossing his arms.

"Why don't you just go away and leave her alone?"

"Unc!" You shout from the kitchen.

"I don't want anyone else to have her" He answered Fury unabashed.

"Unc, it's fine" you say walking up from behind him, trying to wedged through the door and his body.

"You sure about this?" He asked in a hushed tone over his shoulder still blocking you.

Inhaling and sighing slowly you reply "yes."

Side stepping to let you pass you could feel his concern on your back as he watched you file out. Steve's face turns from stern to wholesome as you walked up to him. Placing a hand on your lower back you fight the urge to turn and run inside. Looking over his shoulder to Fury with a smirk as if he had just won a small victory over him. The sound of his chuckle prickled your skin as he led you down the walkway. Each step forward was harder than the next as approached the vehicle.  

Opening the passenger door for you it all of a sudden became hard to breathe. As you lower yourself to get inside your body started to tremble. When the door closed you felt almost suffocated. Your shaky hand reached for the seat belt as he walked around the car to the drivers side. Before he started the car you could tell he was looking at you, but you couldn't face him.

"I thought I told you to wear a dress?"

Instead you wore a pair of boot cut jeans, an oversized sweater and no makeup. You knew he would disapprove and you knew this bit of defiance would not go unpunished, but wearing a dress around Steve would be like showing red to a bull. You wanted to be covered from head to toe. Whenever he touched you your skin felt as if it were on fire, this small barrier of fabric would protect you for the time being.

"I don't have any" you lie as your body trembled. Hoping against hope he was too focused on the road to notice.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk we will have to change that" he said matter of factly as he turned on the radio.

Shifting your body to face the window you stare out at the changing land scape hoping the motion would settle your nerve. Steve rested his hand on the stick shift as he sped through the streets, but eventually found your thigh. At first you brushed him off, but every time he switched gears the hand would fall and squeeze your leg.

"You do that again and I will fuck you on the side of the road in the middle of rush hour." He spoke while keeping his eyes on the road. This time when his hand rested on your thigh you just  left it.

"You remember I asked you first. I wanted you. Remember? Mrs. Pepper's English class?" He chuckled lightly at the memory. Keeping his eyes on the road.

"We were kids Steve that was more than a decade ago" you say flatly facing the passenger window.

He didn't retort only allowing the radio to fill the silence as he drove on.

Freshmen year of High school in Mrs. Pepper's English class was were you first met Steve. The scrawny little boy way shorter than you sat directly behind you. Aside from the occasional passing back of paper assignments you two never really spoke.

Until one day he passed you a note while Mrs. Peppers back was turned. Unfolding the letter and hiding it between the pages of your book you read it. In it he poured out his heart to you.

He talked about the way you wore your hair, your smile and how he was most definitely failing the class because all he could think about was you.

It was sweet and the first ever confession you ever received. But you were interested in someone else at the time. So without a second thought you wrote him back a reply.

It wasn't until the sound of him tearing the note hit your ears that your heart sank. When you told your bestie, Peggy, about it she scolded you for being so cold hearted.

After the twenty minute drive he turned down a cul-de-sac. The car crawled to a stop in front of a white picket fence. Rolling into its driveway where a two story house sat. It looked like the American dream.

You looked at him with dread in your eyes. Steve was really taking you to see Peggy. He ignored your stare, putting the car into park and shoving the keys into his pocket.

"Peggy should be just about finished."  Smiling to himself as he smoothed out his hair in the rear-view mirror.

His hand fell from his hair landing on your lap again. You shifted uncomfortably as his hands trailed up your jeans. You squeeze your legs tightly together, but Steve doesn't stop until he reaches your crotch. You take your hands and try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"Don't" you say flatly. When Steve turned to look at you his sky blue eyes grew dark and you could see a familiar hunger in them. Turning to look at the house you hoped Peggy couldn't see or wouldn't walk out to greet her husband.

"Stop... please" your voice softly pleading. Tears threatening to fall as his finger dip low onto your crotch. The friction of his hand on your jeans sending a jolt throughout your body. When he felt the warmth between your legs he bit down on his bottom lip. Rubbing up and down the seam he watched as you fought against him and the wetness building between your thighs.

"Hope your hungry!" He spoke with a now chipper tone. His wholesome smile returning to match. Slipping his hand from you to unbuckled your belt. You sat there frozen as he then unfastened his own before pulling the strap back. Acting as if nothing had happened before he opened his door to get out.

You watched him from the car as he walked up to the porch, pulling out his house keys. You thought for a moment if there was something you could do or if there was somewhere to run, but you already knew the answer was no.

He waited at the door for you as you finally got out. Even outside of the car the air felt too thick to breathe. Making your way up the porch he open the door and you reluctantly followed.

"Honey I'm Home!" Steve sang out to his adoring wife who seemed to be busying herself about the house.

There was a shuffle in a distant room. A head popped out from around a door way and there you saw her, Peggy. She was breathtaking. She looked like Mary Tyler Moore from the Dick Van Dyke show you used to watch with your uncle. Her hair fixed, makeup immaculate and a dress that you would never cook in.

Running from the kitchen all smiles Peggy kissed Steve on the cheek.

"Oh honey I missed you" she embraced him as if he had been gone for centuries. "Who do you have..." her words stop short as she regarded you. Her smile almost falling when she sees your face.

"Hi Peg" you say meekly.

She looked to Steve as if to protest but something in her eyes told you she knew better of it.

"Oh Hi Y/N, Long time no see." She smiled brightly at you, but it was so fake and empty. Even after all this time she still held that grudge against you.

Peggy and you had been friends all through grade school. You two used to be inseparable, always having sleepovers, eating lunch together and bus rides home.

That was until she started dating Steve. The scrawny kid that had once passed you a note with his heart attached had changed drastically over the summer. Puberty had hit him like a ton of bricks. Coming back over six foot tall, muscles and newly appointed captain of the football team. If his name wasn't Steve Rogers you would've sworn he was someone completely different.  

Despite his new found popularity and budding relationship he made time for you. He started of small by playfully tripping you every time you passed him. Then your lockers lock would break almost everyday you couldn't prove it was him, but he would always be close by when you discovered the broken lock. Your uncles house on more than one occasion would be egged or tepeed leaving you to clean up the carnage.

It wasn't until the day of the incident that everything became truly clear. Immediately after that Peggy ended your years long friendship.  

*Knock knock

"That must be Bucky" Steve said while walking off to get the door. You wanted to say something to her in his absence, anything, but she just turned on her heals. Leaving you to go back to the kitchen from which she came.

As her body cut the corner to the kitchen you could hear the sounds of their voices. You wanted to vomit. You didn't want to be left alone with them. The closer they came the more rapid your heart beat inside your chest.

"Bucky why don't you help Peggy set the table while I give Y/N a tour." Steve suggested as he entered the dinning room.

Your back was facing them. Frozen in place as you waited for your school daze tormentors to make their moves.

"Sure Punk"

You could tell he was annoyed with the order, but complied as he always did. Making his way toward the kitchen he bumped your shoulder and you stumbled on to the chair placed at the dinner table.

Steve came behind you though he hadn't touched you yet the heat that radiated from his body electrified your skin. When he took you by the hand your stomach fell. Turning you around his heavy strides headed to the banister, ascending up the staircase you tried to pull back, but his hold on your hand was like steel. Engagement and marriage photos decorated the walls and as you passed each frame it felt as if Peggy's eyes watched you scornfully.

When he got to the top of the stair case he took a right. Opening a door that was less than a foot from the banister. Flicking a switch the room flooded with light.

"And this is the baby room" he said proudly.

The air smelled stale, as if it hadn't been aired out in ages. Stuffed animals stared out blankly from atop a shelf positioned high above a white crib. Next to it along the wall a window with sheer curtains, further over a changing table with a package of unused pamper sat on top. Opposite the changer a closet filled with baby clothes, shoes and a stroller still in its original packaging. The tiny room looked like it was ripped from an Instagram post.

He grabbed you're belly from behind and squeezed it tight.

Whispering in your ear. "I cant wait to hear the pitter patter of little feet."

A shivered rippled through your spine at the implication.  Pushing you to the center of the room you almost trip over the oval rug in the middle of the floor. The damn in your eyes broken instantaneously. Steve could hear your sobs, but he didn't care as.

"Steve.. Peggy is down stairs... please" Your voice was shaky, turning to look at him your face wet with tears. He stepped in further, but didn't close the door. You could tell by the look on his face what was coming next.

"Get into position"

It was a command you hadn't heard in ages, but it still filled you with the shame just the same as it had ever.

You sunk slowly to your knees. Unfastening your jeans, hooking your thumbs on your belt loops forcing them down past your thighs. Then you did the same with your panties.

From behind you could hear Steve start to rub the fabric of his jeans. He loved watching you, toying with you and playing with himself as you did as he commanded.

Lowering your head to the floor you keep your ass up facing him. With your head pressed to the floor you take one arm and snake it in-between your legs. Separating your folds with your fingers so that he could see your inner pink.

Holding there for a moment before moving on to massaging your clit. Rubbing it slowly with your finger tips. The sensation awaking your sex.

You wished you could press your face deep into the floor as you felt the pleasure build. Moaning as you feel yourself grow wet. Dragging your fingers down your slit you take two fingers and trace around your entrance. Slickening your fingers with the wetness of your cunt. Whimpering as you pressed them into yourself. Steve groaned at the sound of your pathetic noise and again at the sloppy wet sounds that you made as you pumped in and out of yourself.

He huffed out a deep grown. "Look at you, my Y/N, dripping wet like a little bitch in heat." He chuckled darkly.

You could feel yourself tightening and spasming, but you had to ask him for permission to cum. Steve always demanded it that way so you fought of the building climax.

"Are you close" he asked. You refused to answer only focusing on keeping yourself at bay.

The metallic jingle of his buckle could barely be heard, but the down ward pull of his zipper was louder as he step closer behind you. His jeans fell down his legs softly resting a top his shoes.

The sound of your sex became louder as Steve lowered himself to you.

"Show me Y/N, show me how you fuck yourself" he said as his hands glided up and down your ass.

"Look how needy you are for me, just for me"

Stroking himself with one hand while the other halted you. Holding your fingers inside you before slowly pumping them in and out.

"Do you want to cum for me" Steve asked whilst he readied himself behind you.

"Yes!" You begged and you could practically feel his elation.

*Whack

The loud sound rang out through the room.

"Yes what?" He wanted you to call him by his high school nickname.

"Yes Captain" You whimper.

"Mmmmmm... I missed that" he hummed. Steve pulled your hand away you braced for him to violate you.

"Steve! Honey!" Peggy's voice called out through the open door from down stairs.

The tip of his cock was aligned with your sopping cunt, but Steve hesitated sticking it in.

"Steve dinner is ready!" Peggy called again. This time a bit closer than before.

As his nails dug into your ass a pain shot through your body. The grip he had on you only increased in intensity as you could tell he was debating on what to do.

"Fuck" he hissed. The pressure of Steve pushing himself off your butt had you collapsing at his release.

"Coming doll" he shouted back at her.

You could hear him pulling up his pants as you lay motionless on the floor. You had to leave town again, but with no money you knew there came no hope.

The dinner was an awkward affair and if she knew what happened up stairs she wasn't letting on. At the round table Steve sat next to you while Bucky flanked your other side. Once seated Peggy brought out the food.  It all looked delicious there was a roasted dish no doubt at Steve suggestion, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables and a chilled bottled of white wine.

Steve poured you a glass of wine almost to the brim.

"Um I don't drink Steve" you lie as he finishes pouring your glass, but of course he ignored you. When you were around him you wanted to have all your senses. As Peggy served the group Bucky conversed with Steve while you stared at the plate you had no apatite for.

"Are you dating anybody? Anyone missing you in that big city?" Peggy asked with a sly smile as she took her place on the other side of Steve.

"Oh you know how it is now a days" Looking from her to him when you answered. Hoping that response was vague enough to not stroke Steve's ire, but you didn't see any of his familiar tics.

"Well, James is single. Didn't you two have a little thing in high school" she looked over at him, but he was more focused on the plate in front of him.

Could she see the sudden tension on your face you wondered?

Steve's hand glided up in your lap, giving it a squeeze. He had done this before every time you were forced to have dinner at his parents house. When he squeezed again you wondered if she knew about those dinners too. How you both got caught fucking in his room by his mother or that awful time with his father. How each time his she demanded you to stay. As if she wanted you to see your future.

Bucky had distracted Peggy with some mundane conversation about shopping or cooking. You couldn't really focus as you bit down on your fork when he tried to go into your pants again.

Putting the utensil down you slip your hands from the top of the table to unbutton your pants.

Leaning over to your ear. "A dress would've made things a lot more fun."

Even with Peggy at the table he was embolden. Trailing a hand up your thigh while smiling in his wife's face. Before he got to close you turned your wine glass over, spilling the liquid all over Steve.

"What the hell" Steve cursed as he grabbed a table cloth to bolt himself.

"Oh gosh I'm sorry Steve it was an accident" you lied. "Um you know its getting really late maybe I should go home now"

"Fuck fine come on" he stood up still drying himself off.

"You're a mess Honey. I’m sure James could take her home" Peggy interjected sweetly to her husband.

Steve’s jaw tightened you could tell he didn't like the idea, but sighed and resigned his objections.

"Buck would you mind?" The smile plastered on his face was faker than a three dollar bill.

"Sure thing Punk" Bucky patted Steve on the back of his shoulder as he got up. Pushing your chair back you hurry to follow him, you could feel Steve's eyes on your back.

They didn't see you two to the door, but you could hear Peggy wishing you both a goodnight and safe drive.

"Why did you do that?" Bucky as he riffled for the keys in his pocket.

*Buzz Buzz

You hadn't even made it to the car before your cellphone went off.

MSG Steve: Im going to fuck you for hours tomorrow. So get some rest 😈

Chapter 3>>>

[gamergirl929]

It Doesn’t Matter What They Say (All I Want Is You) (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Alyssa Naeher/Reader - something where r and her are dating. R spends lots of time w/ Christen so fans ship them and Alyssa gets jealous and insecure bc R has always dated more feminine women in the past, so she thinks her tomboy-ness is not that attractive in R’s eyes. R ends up coming back to their room and sees A crying bc CP and R did a live stream and A saw it along w/ the shipping comments from fans. R and A get into an argument, but make up when R comforts her and says i love you first.

Alyssa Naeher sighs, her elbows resting on her knees as she watches you and Christen Press whisper in one another’s ears, Christen giggling as your cheeks flush.  

“What’s wrong Unc?” Julie asks as she plops down in the seat beside her.  

The goalie shrugs.  

“N-Nothing.” She stammers, Julie’s blue orbs narrowing as she glances across the room, seeing you and Christen playfully swatting at one another, your cheeks blood red.  

“They’re just friends Lys, you know Y/N would never do that to you, she looks at you like you hung the stars.”  

Just as the words leave Julie’s mouth you turn to the two of them, a grin on your face as your eyes lock with Alyssa’s the goalie’s cheeks flushing as you send her a wink.  

“See?” Julie gives her a nudge and Alyssa chuckles.  

“Ye-Yeah.”  

In the back of Alyssa’s mind though, she can’t help but wonder if you’d want something with a woman like Christen and not like her.  

It was no secret that you’d gone for more, feminine girls in the past, the fans completely surprised when they found out you and Alyssa were dating, pointing out that Alyssa was the only tom-boy you’d dated.  

It didn’t help that the fans had ADDAMANTLY shipped you and Christen together, commenting on every little interaction between the two, every smile shared and every celebration on field together.

Those comments made Alyssa’s insecurities sky rocket, the woman wondering why you were interested in someone like her.  

As soon as the thought would cross her mind, she’d pick her head up, finding your Y/E/C orbs on her, eyes sparkling with pure adoration, a tender smile stretched across your face, washing away every doubt she ever had that you loved her any less because she wasn’t as feminine as your previous relationships.  

Still, the little voice in the back of her mind whispered…

What if you didn’t want to be with her?

                                                           ***

That little voice turned into a literal roar when she saw the two of you were live streaming, a live stream she wasn’t made aware of, and that, that hurt.  

In all honesty, it wouldn’t have hurt if it wasn’t for Alyssa’s insecurities, if it wasn’t for the fan's constant comparisons to her and your exes, and the way they read into every little interaction between you and a certain forward.

Alyssa watched with tear-filled brown orbs as you and Christen answer questions the two of you giggling after a number of silly questions.  

Alyssa tuned out, tears slipping down her cheeks as she dropped her phone, no longer able to bear reading the comments flying by, fans asking over and over again about the relationship between the two of you, one even making a comment about Alyssa’s appearance, compared to Christen’s.  

After that Alyssa turned her phone off and buried her face in her pillow, hoping you’d come back soon, hoping your Y/E/C eyes, soft and warm would lock with hers, again making her forget the comments from fans about your relationship.  

But you didn’t come back early, in fact, you didn’t come back until well into the night, the door cracking open softly before you slip into the room, tip toeing into the room, glancing at the bed where Alyssa is lying, the women feigning sleep.  

You grab your bag and head into the bathroom, leaving Alyssa to her thoughts, which in all honesty wasn’t a great place for her to be at the moment.  

By the time you got out of the shower, the room’s lights were back on and Alyssa was sitting at the end of the bed, her elbows resting on her knees.  

Your eyes widen when you see her brown orbs are bloodshot, eyes red and puffy.  

“Hey-Hey, what’s wrong.” You drop to your knees in front of her, the goalie turning away from you.  

“I thought you’d be busy with Christen.”  

You blink rapidly, brows arched.  

“I... I didn’t tell you I was live streaming with her?” You swallow hard, the goalie scoffing.  

“No, you didn’t...  I guess you were too busy with Christen to remember me.”  

You knew what this was.  

You knew Alyssa had insecurities about your relationship, you knew she’d always compare herself to your exes, and knew that she was jealous when it came to Christen, considering the fans had a habit of picking apart every single one of your interactions.  

“Lys...”

Alyssa jumps to her feet.  

“I-I get it, she’s prettier than me, and she’s funnier than me, and-

You shake your head, cupping Alyssa’s cheeks, but the woman steps back, out of your grasp.  

“Alyssa, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just forgot.”  

Alyssa scoffs.  

“Of course, you did.”  

Alyssa goes to slip passed you, but you catch her wrist, stopping her from storming out of the room.  

“Did you watch it...?” You ask her, the goalie’s shoulders sagging, head hanging in sadness.  

“I watched enough of it... After the fans started talking about how Christen looked and how... I looked.” She trails off, though it’s enough to tell you that she’d stopped watching when the fans had started asking about your and her relationship, making comments on how Christen was more feminine than Alyssa. 

“So, you stopped watching?” You ask, eventually pulling Alyssa to the bed, the two of you sitting on the end of it.  

“Of course, I did...” She fidgets nervously and you smile, finding the woman’s awkwardness endearing.  

You take a deep breath, fumbling with your phone before pulling up the stream.  

“I-I don’t...” Alyssa shakes her head, but you smile, skipping towards a specific part of the stream.  

“Trust me.” You whisper, the dirty blonde’s brown orbs locking with yours, the woman sighing before she nods.  

You start the stream, immediately catching on to the fact that Alyssa was uncomfortable at the comments flying by, a particular one, the one about her appearance making her wince.  

“Wait.”  

Alyssa’s brows furrow as you lean in from inside the screen your eyes narrowed. 

“It doesn’t matter WHO I’ve been with before, Alyssa Naeher is my girlfriend and one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen... She’s adorable, and caring, smart and funny.” You shake your head.  

Your eyes remain on Alyssa’s profile as she stares at the screen, wide eyed.  

“And...” You watch yourself freeze on screen, your heart skipping a beat in your chest, your cheeks flushing.  

“And I love her.”  

Alyssa’s head perks up, the goalie’s head snapping in your direction, her brown orbs bulging.  

“Y-You...”  

You cup Alyssa’s cheeks, the woman covering your hands with her own.  

“You love me?” She whispers uncertaintly and you smile.  

“Of course, I do, how could I not?” You whisper, leaning in resting your forehead against hers. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted and more.”

Alyssa sniffles, a tear running down her cheek that you’re quick to wipe away.  

“I’m... I’m sorry, for earlier I didn’t mean to-

You press your index finger against her lips, with a smile.  

“I know... And I know that the fan’s comments make you feel insecure, but it doesn’t matter what they think, it matters how I feel about you, and I love you Alyssa Naeher.”  

Alyssa smiles, eyes glossy with tears as she leans in, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.  

“I love you too.” She whispers, a grin stretching across your face as your foreheads rest against one another.  

“Now that that’s over, get up there, I need my cuddles.” You kiss the tip of her nose, the woman laughing.  

“Anything for you.”  

You don’t realize the video is still running until you hear your own voice, yelling.  

“And if ANYONE says anything negative about Alyssa Naeher again, I’ll literally murder you.”  

Alyssa turns to you, brows arched and you grin, shrugging.  

“Sorry?”  

Alyssa leans in, kissing your forehead.  

“I love you.”  

“I love you too Lys.”  

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What We Have (3)

Viktor Drago x reader

Warnings: None for this chapter.

Summary: Reader is Adonis’ adopted sister, she and Viktor falls for one another.

Word Count: 2,505

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You'd been visiting your brother every day while he was in the hospital. You were standing beside Rocky when he yelled at him. That made you even more nervous about him finding out about the kiss and now the toe curling, mind blowing sex.

When he was discharged, he and Bianca decided to stay with you and your mom since he needed a little help and she was getting far along into the pregnancy.

As the weeks went by and he was getting better. The tension started to ease around the house just a bit. You were in the kitchen talking to your mother when he stormed in.

"Aye, what's this?!" He tossed his phone in front of you.

You stared down at the screen and up at him.

"Shit, umm, I..." You stuttered and looked at your mother.

"This ain't cool. This man tried to take my life!"

"That was before the fight," you said as if that were any better.

"This ain't cool."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's too late for all that! But you wouldn't understand, because it wasn't your father that was killed!" He yelled and snatched the phone up.

"Hey! Woah, alright now!" Your mother interjected.

"Really, Adonis? You gonna throw the little adopted baby story in my face?" Your eyes filled with tears.

"I will not have that, sit down," your mom directed him.

"Nah, I'm good," he said before trying to leave the room.

"I said sit down and I will not be saying it again." She waited for him to have a seat.

Adonis may have been a six foot tall heavyweight boxing champion, but when Mary Anne Creed went into mama bear mode, everyone listened. Including him.

"Now, I will not have my children going at one another like this. We will sit here and we will work it out. Adonis, don't you ever, and I do mean ever, again throw her adoption in her face. She is just as much mine and Apollo’s daughter as you are my son." She silently reminded him that she’d actually adopted him.

"Look, I ain't mean it like that, aight?" He said to you.

"I know what I've done is wrong, but it's done. At this point, all I can do is —" you stopped mid sentence and jumped from your seat.

You raced to the trash can and threw up.

"Yo, you good?!" He ran over to you. "I didn't mean to upset you so much. I just got mad and I shouldn't have said that."

"I'm good, I'm cool," you said as you wiped your mouth with the napkin your mother handed you.

"Here, sip this, it should settle your stomach," she handed you a glass of salt water.

You took one small sip and then another. Your family stood by and watched as you gulped down the entire glass.

"Oh my goodness, I really needed that. Thanks, mommy." You set the glass on the counter top.

"Ugh, okay, I'm out." Adonis said and left.

Your mother looked at you oddly.

"Are you pregnant?" She inquired.

"What? No!" You said.

"Haven't heard you complaining about cramps lately."

"Well, that's because my period isn't due for another... like..." You counted your fingers.

Once you realized that your math wasn't adding up you pulled out your phone and looked through your calendar.

"Shit!" You ran away to your room, but you knew you'd only bought the one test that day.

"What's going on?" Bianca walked in and asked.

"I did something so stupid. So very very stupid," you covered your face.

"Again?"

"Hey!"

"I am far too pregnant to pretend... Oh," she grabbed her stomach.

"What's wrong? Are you —" you looked at the growing wet spot on her pants. "Mommaaa!" You yelled.

You stared at the results in your hands.

"Are you sure?" You questioned the nurse. "I can pee again just to make sure."

"We've tested you twice Ms. Creed, the results are accurate," she assured.

While your brother was a few doors down bringing his baby girl into the world, you were finding out that you weren't too far behind with your own.

What were you gonna do with a baby? A baby by Viktor Drago of all the people in the world. You thanked the nurse, folded the papers up as small as possible and headed back down the hall.

"Uncle Rocky!" You threw your arms around his shoulders.

"Hey, where you been?" He asked.

"Oh, um, I just needed to take a walk. All the excitement was getting to me." You straight up lied to his face.

"Everything okay?" Your mother asked. She knew where you'd gone.

"Yes, all good," you lied to her too.

The doctor walked out to give you all an update and invite you inside of the room. Baby Amara had been delivered safely.

You sighed with relief. Saved just in time before she could question you.

You saw Viktor challenging Adonis on TV again. Saying if he didn't agree to a rematch then he wasn't a real champion. That clip originally aired a week ago. You rubbed your stomach. Three months had passed and you were finally getting a little pooch. Pretty soon, you wouldn't be able to hide this.

You smiled down at your niece. She was such a happy baby. You talked to her even knowing that she couldn't hear you. You held her close, so that she'd learn the vibrations of your voice. She always smiled back.

"That's a good look on you," Adonis said from behind you.

You laid the baby on her play mat and waved him over to sit. You leaned your head on his shoulder.

"You're gonna fight him again aren't you?" You sighed.

"Yeah, I talked to B and unc is gonna train me this time." He confirmed.

"I have to tell you something," you felt the tears stinging your eyes. You weren't exactly sure how he'd react, but judging by the last time, you knew it wouldn't be good.

"What's up?"

You unzipped the light jacket you were wearing and stood up. His face dropped.

"Tell me it's not his," he rubbed his hands over his face.

"It is and I'm keeping my baby," you let him know before he could ask.

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!" He punched the wall.

"Donnie—"

"No! I don't want to hear that shit. He used you to get under my skin and laugh in my face and you fell right into his trap!"

"What if everything isn't about you, Adonis? Have you ever thought about that? What we had was real, even if it was just for a moment."

"You really think he gives a damn about you?" He yelled.

The tears you'd been holding dropped. You didn't know if your feelings were actually hurt or if it was hormones, but his words hit hard. Of course you'd thought about that, but it's not something you wanted to believe.

You couldn't argue with him. You were far more upset than you needed to be. You kissed your niece and turned to leave.

"Don't think I'ma go easy on him either. Not after what he did to me." He huffed.

You kept going as he spoke to your back. You should've said something. Anything. Because you didn't know when the next time would be when you spoke to your brother.

You walked into the arena and went straight to your seat. You hadn't spoken to Adonis since you left his apartment that day. It had been almost two months.

"Did you go wish your brother luck?" Your mother asked.

"No, I didn't want to upset him and throw him off his game." You said.

"Mm, and how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, nervous, but okay." You tugged at the hem of the oversized hoodie dress you'd worn. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep your secret. Pretty soon you'd have to go ghost so nobody would ask you questions.

The lights dimmed and Viktor walked out. He had more than just Ivan by his side this time around. You snorted. They were riding his coattails, every single one of them.

He looked over at you briefly and then turned his attention to the other side of the ring. That's when you saw her. Ludmilla, his mother, sitting proudly on the sidelines. You willed yourself not to go over there and kick her square in the chest.

The lights dimmed again pulling you from your thoughts. Bianca started singing and Adonis and his crew walked out behind her. You cheered them on.

She walked past the ring and stood next to you and your mother. She gave your growing belly a discreet little rub as you watched Adonis climb in.

You sat down and took a deep breath when they touched gloves. This was it. The moment you'd been dreading since you woke up this morning. You knew one of them would come out of this hurt. It was inevitable.

When the fight started Viktor went in heavy.  You jumped back to your feet with the rest of the crowd. Adonis took some hits and avoided some. Your heart skipped a beat with every jab.

Adonis hits him with a quick combo and you cheered him on.

"That's it, D! Stay focused!" You yelled.

The two kept going after one another round after round. Split eyes, bloody noses. It seemed to be never ending.

Once round 4 was closing, you saw Viktor hold on to him and punch him twice in the ribs.

"What the fuck?!" You tried to get over to the other side, but security held on to you.

"How did you not see that?!" You yelled at the ref. "What the fuck is wrong with you Viktor?!"

He turned his back to you. You pushed the guard off of you and turned back to your family. The fight needed to be stopped, but you knew once again that Adonis wouldn't allow it.

You saw Viktor look over at Ludmilla just before the bell. The two men went in swinging once again. You could see Viktor going for Adonis' ribs again. He hit him and your brother dropped again.

"Get up, Adonis! You got this, brother, get up!!" You screamed.

You sighed with relief once he was back on his feet. He went at Viktor like a mad man. He dropped him, but Viktor got back up. He dropped him a second time and then you saw it. She was leaving.

Once again, his mother was walking out on him. He looked over while he was still down and saw the empty seats while he was pulling himself up. He went back in for more.

Adonis wasn't backing off. Hit after hit until he backed him into a corner. Viktor wouldn't stop. He was refusing to give up. Your heart dropped. Before you knew it, you were screaming at Ivan.

"Stop this, Ivan! He's gonna kill him, please!" You pleaded.

He finally threw in the towel. You were sad for Viktor, but you were happy for your brother. You, your mother and Bianca ran to Adonis to be at his side. You could see Viktor breaking down in the corner.

For the first time since you'd known them Ivan hugged his son. The Dragos left the ring, but you stayed put and kept your emotions in check as best you could.

"Aye, go check on your boy." Adonis said to you.

"No, Donnie, that'll look bad for you, I'll do it later," you declined.

"He needs you," his voice softened, "all of you."

You ran away to the locker rooms. You pushed past all of the reporters waiting for him to come out and banged on the door. Ivan pulled it open and stood in front of you as if he wasn't going to let you pass. The reporters shouted out questions as the two of you stood in a stare down.

Fed up, you squeezed past him. Now was not the time for him to act like a fool. You found Viktor sitting in a corner with his head hanging low. You stood beside him.

"Get out, you shouldn't be here," he said.

You could hear his soft sobs. You reached out to touch him, but pulled your hand back.

"You put up a good fight, Viktor... Even though you held on to him to crack his ribs again." You said to him. You wouldn't be you had you not mentioned it.

"I know," he exhaled.

You wanted to scream at him, but you couldn't kick him while he was down. So you lifted his chin up, so he'd look at you. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip was split and you could see traces of dried blood on his nose.

He gently pushed your hand away.

"She left me again," his voice was low. "She was ashamed of me and I would rather have died than fail."

"Oh, Viktor, baby..."

"You should go. Leave me like she did, because I don't deserve you."

"Sweetheart, I'll never leave you," you grabbed his hands and pressed them to your growing bump. "We will never leave you."

It took him a moment to understand what you were saying, but his eyes glittered with tears again once the realization set in.

"You're..." He started.

"Mmm hmm," you nodded.

"And we made this?"

"We did."

He placed kisses all over your belly.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked.

"It was hard considering everything that was going on. I should have, but I didn't really know how." You admitted.

He couldn't take his hands off of you. He was already in love.

"Is it boy or girl?"

"I don't know yet. I figured we could find out what they are together."

"They?" He looked at you in shock.

You were so excited when you found out you were having twins, but you weren't exactly sure how he'd react to the news. First of you being pregnant and then the fact that you were having twins.

He stood and hugged you tight. He was happy. He silently promised to always be there for you and his kids.

Ivan cleared his throat. You'd forgotten that he was even in the room. Viktor stood in front of you like a shield as his father made his way over to you.

The older man stopped in his tracks when he realized what his son was doing. He understood why his first instinct would be to protect you, but he loved his son, so he'd never hurt you.

"Pozdravlyayu, congratulations" he hugged him and then gave you a nod.

"Wait, Ivan, was that a smile??" You asked.

He couldn't keep the grin off of his face. He was genuinely happy for his son. He'd have a family. Something that he always wanted. And after seeing his ex wife walk away from them again, he thinks it's time for him to move on as well.

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Book Review: Legendborn

Title: Legendborn

Author: Tracy Deonn

Genres:  Fantasy

Pages: 512

Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books

Review Copy: ARC from publisher

Availability: Available Now

Summary: After her mother dies in an accident, sixteen-year-old Bree Matthews wants nothing to do with her family memories or childhood home. A residential program for bright high schoolers at UNC–Chapel Hill seems like the perfect escape—until Bree witnesses a magical attack her very first night on campus.

A flying demon feeding on human energies.

A secret society of so called “Legendborn” students that hunt the creatures down.

And a mysterious teenage mage who calls himself a “Merlin” and who attempts—and fails—to wipe Bree’s memory of everything she saw.

The mage’s failure unlocks Bree’s own unique magic and a buried memory with a hidden connection: the night her mother died, another Merlin was at the hospital. Now that Bree knows there’s more to her mother’s death than what’s on the police report, she’ll do whatever it takes to find out the truth, even if that means infiltrating the Legendborn as one of their initiates.

She recruits Nick, a self-exiled Legendborn with his own grudge against the group, and their reluctant partnership pulls them deeper into the society’s secrets—and closer to each other. But when the Legendborn reveal themselves as the descendants of King Arthur’s knights and explain that a magical war is coming, Bree has to decide how far she’ll go for the truth and whether she should use her magic to take the society down—or join the fight.

Review: First off, I want to ask Ms. Deonn - when is the sequel to this book coming out? I need it like yesterday! Legendborn took me on a wonderful ride and when it was done I wasn’t ready to get off. I was so into the story, the world of Legendborn that I would think about it during the day and couldn’t wait to finish my work so I could spend time with Bree and friends.

Okay, so now that my “fangirling” is out the way, let me tell you why I loved this book so much. First off is Bree. She is such a wonderful realistic character who you can’t but help to love. Bree is a very smart, very quick thinking young woman who is doing her best while grieving the horrible loss of her mother. The novel opens with Bree learning of her mother’s death and dealing with the fact that their last conversation was a fight about acceptance into UNC’s Early College program. The story then skips forward three months to Bree at UNC. Bree comes across to everyone as strong (and she is really) but that is because she is burying her grief and her guilt. I really connected with her here because so many people put on a brave front when really they are crying inside and that conflict within herself is what really drove the story. Deonn also used Bree’s burgeoning powers as a wonderful metaphor for grief as her powers would show up at the randomness of times and they were often when Bree was at a low point (or in danger). Bree never really comes to terms with her power until she comes to terms with her relationship with her mother and her own history. The wonderful growth that Bree go through throughout the novel is beautiful and (without giving spoilers) she deserves and own what happens to her in the end. I somehow got spoiled to the ending, but it didn’t ruin my enjoyment of the novel and the moment when Bree fully embraced her power I cheered.

I would be remiss to not gush about the world building of Legendborn that Deonn clearly poured her heart into. The King Arthur legend is so complex as it was been played with by so many authors throughout history and I love that Deonn added to the canon. The magic rules were well thought out and made sense, making it fully believable. What I especially loved is that she created what magic would be like from a Black American perspective, called Rootcraft. It had it’s own specific rules that made sense but also clearly felt rooted in Black culture. I love magical stories, but I really loved how Rootcraft was presented and how Bree got to experience it. Having the two magical systems, for lack of a better word, brought a nice contrast to how our ancestors history shapes us and influences our present. The magic, both Rootcraft and Legendborn, felt so real that I could imagine it existed in our society.

Lastly, I cannot say enough how much I loved this novel. Don’t sleep on it and buy it today. 

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PreathFics Madness: Sweet 16

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Division 1:

under pink skies (248782 words) by wnnbh12

Chapters: 30/30 Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press Summary:

Tobin likes her life. She's made a name for herself playing professional soccer, she's got an endless list of girls' numbers in her phone, she's got the life she's always wanted.

But sometimes things change.

And sometimes change is a good thing.

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electric love (23296 words) by blake0tyler Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press, Alex Morgan/Kelley O'Hara

Characters: Alex Morgan, Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Kelley O'Hara, Lindsey Horan, Morgan Brian, Crystal Dunn, Mallory Pugh, Emily Sonnett, Julie Johnston, Rose Lavelle

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, chaotic alex morgan, everyone is oblivious

Summary:

As a best friend, Alex knows — she just knows — that there are really only three things that Tobin genuinely cares about: black coffee early in the morning, playing soccer, and kissing girls at parties when she’s slightly too tipsy.

Alex also knows that dating pretty transfer students from Stanford does not fit into that category anywhere.

She knows.

Okay, she’s fairly sure, at least.

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Christen & Tobin at college.

(& Alex’s perspective on the whole thing).

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Feeling This (180329 words) by 5oclocksomewhere

Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press

Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Kelley O'Hara, Julie Johnston, Ashlyn Harris, Ali Krieger, Alyssa Naeher, Lauren Cheney, Amy Rodriguez

Summary:

Christen is excited to start her freshman year at UNC, rooming with three of her teammates. A last minute transfer changes everything.

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Wild and Young (44193 words) by Hidge Chapters: 19/? Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press, Tobin Heath/Alex Morgan Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Alex Morgan, Kelley O'Hara, Allie Long, Julie Johnston, Crystal Dunn, Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Love Triangles, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Confused Tobin, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, high school parties

Summary:

It turned out that Tobin Heath was totally into that whole good girl thing.

Tobin thought that Alex Morgan was the only girl that she could ever want, and then she got to know Christen Press.

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Lonesome Dreams (286745 words) by whatname0523 Chapters: 36/? Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press

Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Mana Shim, Kelley O'Hara, Alex Morgan, Servando Carrasco, Julie Johnston, Zach Ertz

Summary:

I lie under starlit sky And the seasons change in the blink of an eye I watch as the planets turn And the old stars die and the young stars burn But I don't really know this place, And it's lonesome here in the wide-open space Can it be as real as it seems? Maybe this time I won't wake from the dream

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I was struggling to figure out how lightning works (then it struck me) (128582 words) by alittlestitious Chapters: 25/25 Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Alex Morgan, Ali Krieger, Ashlyn Harris, Kelley O'Hara, Julie Johnston, Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Single Parents, Family, Kid Fic

Series: Part 1 of

Struck

Summary:

"Hey Al, I accidentally kidnapped some kids," Tobin rushes out when her best friend picks up the phone, without so much as a hello.

Tobin possibly makes the best biggest mistake of her life.

AU

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Mixed Messages (110746 words) by elm27 Chapters: 28/? Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Alex Morgan, Kelley O'Hara

Summary:

Christen transfers across country to attend UNC, following in the footsteps of her friend Kelley O'Hara. Once she's there it is one series of events after the other, mostly surrounding her new roommate, Tobin.

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Love on the Weekend (152214 words) by whatname0523 Chapters: 19/19 Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Kelley O'Hara, Allie Long, Lindsey Horan, Emily Sonnett

Series: Part 2 of

Roman Holiday

Summary:

I gotta leave ya, it's gonna hurt me My clothes are dirty and my friends are getting worried

 Tobin and Christen fell for each other in Italy. Can they make a long distance relationship work now that they're home?

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Gold Love (172649 words) by Holom Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Christen Press, Tobin Heath, Mallory Pugh

Summary:

“Christen? It…it is you, right?” Tobin sounded a bit unsure now.

Christen wanted to say something but she felt like she’d forgotten how to speak - like she was 15 again meeting Tobin for the first time. Her eye had caught the light reflecting off something on Tobin’s finger and she was certain she was going to pass out.

Right there, right where she saw Tobin put it on 12 years ago, was Christen’s ring.

“You know I waited for you. I waited for you until that loud u-17 coach threatened to make me run laps for the whole camp. I was so sure you were going to walk into the changing room, Christen. Where did you go?"

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on a scale (from one to ten) (200591 words) by softanticipation Chapters: 28/28 Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press, Kelley O'Hara/Christen Press Characters: Christen Press, Kelley O'Hara, Ali Krieger, Alex Morgan, Sydney Leroux, Tobin Heath

Series: Part 1 of

on a scale (from one to ten)

Summary:

After a summer apart, everything changes between Christen Press and her childhood best friend, Kelley O'Hara. All Christen wants to do it figure it out, but she's got a handful of other things that keep distracting her: thinking about grad school, being forced to make new friends, and - most importantly - trying to get along with Kelley's newest teammate, who seems to be out to make Christen's life a living hell.

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pillowtalk (36823 words) by softanticipation Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Christen Press, Tobin Heath

Series: Part 1 of

pillowtalk

Summary:

Tobin's hurting. Christen's always there.

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“It’s okay,” Christen soothes, moving her hand to come up and tangle in the base of Tobin’s hair. “We don’t have to do this now.”

“But I want to,” Tobin says, jaw setting even as her eyes fill with glittering tears. “I want to do this now.”

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Afterglow (163024 words) by quincindentaldreams Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press

Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Kelley O'Hara, Amy Rodriguez, Megan Rapinoe, Ashlyn Harris, Ali Krieger, Cody Press, Meghan Klingenberg, Becky Sauerbrunn

Additional Tags: Parenthood, Soldier!Tobin, Mom!Christen, Breaking Up & Making Up, G!pTobin

Summary:

"Her father, however, with the back doors closed from all the commotion and the front porch windows open, had recognized it instantly. His hand stopped from where it had been flipping the next pancake, ears tuned in to the outside to make sure he was hearing things correctly, then the sound of that old truck door shutting sounded throughout the house.

Christen angled her head backwards as the back door was opened, watching her father peak his head out quickly and wipe his hands on a hand towel. Every hair on her body stood up, as if lightening was about to strike through the blue sky above her head.

“There’s someone at the door for you, baby.”

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Worth a Thousand Words (69624 words) by Heath17_KO5 Chapters: 18/? Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Tobin Heath, Kelley O'Hara, Christen Press, Alex Morgan, Ashlyn Harris, Emily Sonnett, Lauren Holiday, Ali Krieger

Additional Tags: background kellex, the whole uswnt - Freeform, Photographer AU, possible background soran, Don’t copy to another site

Summary:

Photographer Tobin has been hired to do the (tastefully nude) photography for a USWNT calendar, the proceeds of which will be used to benefit charity. She expected a busy day. She expected the long hours. She expected the nervousness of the women. She did not expect Christen Press.

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Girl Crush (198389 words) by Urbanrebel6 Chapters: 28/28 Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Alyssa Naeher, Kelley O'Hara, Sydney Leroux, Ali Krieger, Alex Morgan Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University

Summary:

Christen has a girl crush

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we'll take the world by storm (it isn't that hard) (30866 words) by bestthreemonths Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press

Summary:

Navigating life, love, and adulthood in Los Angeles is hard enough for the average 26-year-old, but most 26-year-olds don't have several million subscribers hanging onto their every word like Christen Press does.

aka the youtuber AU

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Make Me Like You (40428 words) by LittleHeiHei Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Women's Soccer RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tobin Heath/Christen Press Characters: Tobin Heath, Christen Press, Alex Morgan, Kelley O'Hara, Allie Long, and the rest of the USWNT, Ashlyn Harris, Jill Ellis

Additional Tags: Hate to Love, Sharing a Bed, Secret Relationship, Eventual Smut, I'm as clueless as you are about where this is going, Fluff, They're both rude asf, Enemies to Lovers

Summary:

They’ve hated each other since they met in the 2009 NCAA final. Christen thinks Tobin is cocky and insensitive. Tobin thinks Christen is uptight and far too serious. Fast forward 6 years and the two women find themselves sharing a room during the 2015 World Cup. This could get interesting…

[queer-francis]

Frank Morrison x Reader (part 2)

((Sorry for the horrendously long wait, I’ve been busy and then I’ve been unmotivated, yikes. But it was worth it ;) ))

(tw: blood play, dubcon, knife play, exhibitionism, humiliation, slight degradation, slight breeding kink, slight daddy kink, choking)

You were sitting at the campfire. It had been two weeks since your last Trial with Frank, and you didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Your hand subconsciously touched over where his knife had bitten deep within you- right next to your heart. Something cracked next to you and you jolted on the fallen log you had been sitting on. You heard a breathy laugh, and next to you plopped Meg. She smiled apologetically, brushing a few auburn strands from her freckled face.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” she said sheepishly, then bit her lip and looked back to the fire.

When she spoke again, her voice was much softer- full of regret as she picked at her fingernails, “I’m… I’ve been meaning to apologize. That match with the Legion. I saw when he knocked you down, but I… I ran away instead of trying to help you. I was a coward, I’m so-”

You cut her off with an awkward laugh, not able to meet her eyes as you waved a hand dismissively, “Hey, it’s fine. He mostly just monologued and shit talked about how I don’t need to fuck with him like I did the match before. I, ah, did my best to keep him talkin’ so you guys would have time to finish the gens. He killed me once the exit gates went off and you all left. I think his plan was to mori me the whole time.”

Meg still had a guilty look on her face and toyed with the tail of her braid, but after a few more moments of reassurance, she started to smile again and looked relieved, like that had been weighing heavily on her mind.

After a few more moments of casual conversation, the dark fog around the edges of the forest surrounding the campfire thickened, and soon it overtook your vision. Your heart skipped a beat in fear as it always did when this happened. You took a steadying breath, clenching your fists. You opened your eyes again, standing now as your surroundings came into view. You were back at the campfire, but not. This was the one only four survivors at a time went to, and it felt more like a sacrificial bonfire than anything.

The first thought you had was about Frank, hoping he was the killer again, and you violently pushed it back down, though you still felt the thought lingering in the back of your mind. Yearning.

You spent a few quick moments strategizing with your friends, keeping your voices hushed to keep the killer lurking just out of view from being able to hear you. You had the strangest sensation that whoever it was, their eyes were fixated on you, and you suppressed a shiver. You forced yourself to focus back on what Dwight was saying. All too soon that same swirling mist kicked back up and you were met with darkness once more.

When your vision cleared once again, you found yourself in Léry's, and you fought off a wave of nausea. This place always gave you the fucking creeps with the static TVs and the muted, ghostly wails of previous inhabitants. You looked around you to get your bearings, then began to walk down one of the long halls and doing your best to stick to the shadows. The telltale sounds of mechanical cranks and whirring had you slipping through an opened window carefully, and you landed quietly next to Dwight, joining him on the gen he was working on. He looked up from the gen just long enough to give you a small, tight smile. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his forehead and he got back to business.

It was almost finished when you felt your heartbeat pickup, rapidly in the way that suggested quick movement, and Dwight clenched his jaw and said, "Stay here, it's almost done. I'm going to go distract the killer." There wasn't time to protest, and besides- he had a medkit, he would be fine as long as he could get away quickly enough. You did as you were told, trusting in your teammate, and he was off, leaping through the window and making as much noise as he could without being too obvious about it to lead them away. The amount of time here in The Fog seemed to have strengthened his bravery, you noted, as when you first came here, he had still been a coward at heart.

Just as the generator's lights went off though, you heard Dwight's yelp as he was struck. You were already bolting in the opposite direction he had run, though, and had a decent head start. The burst of speed had been just enough to get you to a pallet, and you turned just in time to slam it right into a lunging Legion. His masked face smacked into the side of the wall, and surprisingly, the mask cracked, a few shards of it falling to the ground. You were as surprised as he was, and when he turned back to you, his only visible eye was gleaming with malice.

Frank's lips twisted into a sinister grin to match the other half of his mask, and he wiped the blood from his nose, never breaking his eye contact with you, and he growled out a single word.

"Run."

You didn't hesitate. Even though you still remembered the way he had kissed you, held you, last time, part of you knew if the hot headed redhead got ahold of you now there wouldn't be any gentle touches. No, that didn’t seem to be on his mind right now. Right now? He was thirsty for blood. Your blood. Or so you thought. He forced you to loop him around a window and a new palette for long enough for him to have regained enough stamina to lose himself in another frenzy, making a mad dash at you, slashing you across the side of your ribs, then bolting away to where undoubtedly the other survivors were. It… left you feeling weird. Before you could think too much longer on it, a soft whimper behind you alerted you to Dwight.

You turned with a little smile, and he said with a raised eyebrow, “Uh, you’re bleeding out. Are you… not wanting to mend in any reason in particular?”

You flushed and said, “A-ah, no I just broke Frank’s mask. I guess I was still surprised about it.”

He looked impressed, then motioned for you to come closer. He patched you up as best as he could, and you returned the favor, though you didn’t have any medical supplies with you. Once you two were good to go, he led you down the long, freezing hall. You normally didn’t mind the cold, but you swore the Entity made the cold feel… sharper… just to fuck with you and the other survivors. Dwight looked back at you, his teeth chattering a little bit, and he quietly pointed at the other generator he had found- presumably during his chase. In the distance you heard the telltale sound of another gen popping, the electrical hum of the old building increasing as more power was fed to the exit gates. As the two of you started working on this last one together with Dwight whispering hushed encouragement, you thought it was… incredibly odd how no one had actually been placed on a sacrificial hook yet, or even hurt badly enough to be man-handled to a hook to begin with. What was he up to?

Dwight noticed your lapse in attention to the gen, and he hissed, “Focus.”

You murmured an apology, but still couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Frank was up to something particularly nasty.

The Trial continued like that, though. He made an appearance for just long enough to hit everyone badly enough to keep them on their toes, and would disappear again. Finally, you finished the last generator with Meg who gave you a victorious smile. “This was an easy one, thank God for that,” She said as the two of you ran for a door together.

“A little too easy. I have a bad feeling about this,” You admitted, your stomach in knots.

Just as you said something, you heard the gnarled cry of Bill as he went down. You came to a dead stop, looking around frantically for his aura. You saw it for a split second before he was picked up, and Meg took off after him, a determined look on her face as she instructed you to work on opening the door. Your hands trembled as you yanked the lever down, the crackle of sparking electricity making you feel even queasier. You looked behind you as you heard the distant wail of Bill being hooked, and your stomach sank as you saw where he was. The basement. You didn’t want to open the door completely and start the Collapse before everyone was safe, so you waited until the third light popped on and headed to the basement. Meg and Dwight were probably already trying to figure out a way to get Bill out safely, but you knew he was just bait. He went down so quickly, after all. That meant one thing.

A hex totem.

You hurriedly searched for it, knowing Bill’s- and Dwight’s and Meg’s- survival depended on it. Soon, one scream followed another, and you knew that they had been downed. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you searched frantically. The thought ‘fuck we’re all gonna die we’re all gonna die trying to save each other’ kept playing through your head, and you nearly cried in relief when you heard the dead giveaway of crackling. The totem. You knelt down in front of it and began undoing the intricate series of knots that kept the macabre thing of bones and skulls together. The fire in the dead center of it kept burning your fingers, making it a slow process, and just as you were about to undo the last knot, a hand shot out and yanked you off of it. Your own scream pierced through the swirling mists and dark corridors. You had been so focused on breaking it that you hadn’t even noticed Frank coming up behind you, but now he had your full attention. You kicked and beat your fists against his back, cursing and yelling at him. Your heart sank when you saw how fast he was walking, almost at a jog, and how tight his grip was. This wasn’t going to be easy.

All too soon he was walking down the stairs to the basement, and you saw the despair on your friends’ faces when they realized you weren’t going to be able to perform another miracle as you had before. You let out a sharp oof as Frank dropped you unceremoniously to the floor, and your heart beat faster. Why wasn’t he sacrificing you? Wha-

“Hey what the fuck?!” You shouted as he sat down over your hips and started cutting off pieces of your clothes, panic making you squirm.

“What? You don’t want to give your friends a show before they die? They’re all gonna find out about us sooner or later,” He crooned, purposefully digging his blade into the flesh of your back as he finished cutting off your shirt. He leaned down and nipped at your ear, drawing a whine from you as he growled, “I’m gonna fuck you like this, and they’re gonna watch, and you? You’re gonna like it. You’re gonna moan good for me just like you did last time, slut.”

He emphasised his point by rolling his hips against your ass, groaning softly at the friction. You couldn’t bear to look up at your team- your friends- watching in horror as he started cutting and ripping through the fabric of your pants and underwear. You couldn’t meet their eyes because you knew how much you’d been wanting this, wanting his hands on you like this again, to feel his knife grazing your skin. A thrill of excitement and humiliation washed over you as he unbuckled and unzipped his pants, then reached down and around you and closed his fist around your throat, yanking you up and backwards. You were naked in front of them, and you felt… so aroused from it.

“F-Frank… please… not like this,” You gasped softly, tears welling in your eyes. “Not while they’re watching.”

He tsked softly and used his other hand to pull off and toss the broken remains of his mask to the floor in front of you.

“You think you can pull a stunt like that and get away with it? Don’t be a fucking dumbass,” He said, his tone chiding. “Besides, you fuckin’ like it. Just like how you rode me last time and let me breed you like that, heh. Betcha you guys didn’t know your friend here was such a willing whore, huh?”

He angled himself properly before snapping his hips up into you, drawing a loud coo from your lips. Frank’s pace was slow and rough, putting as much power behind each thrust as he could without breaking you, making you see stars. You spread your thighs a little more, letting him reach deeper and he let out a low moan of approval as he fully sheathed himself within you. He squeezed a little more tightly around your throat, his coarse bandages scraping against your skin, and he trailed his knife teasingly over your chest, down your abdomen, and to your groin. He reveled in the fear and arousal he tasted on your skin as he bit into your shoulder, moaning and whispering how hot you were when you cried.

“P-please s-st-sto- ah,” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, your mouth hanging open and your head lolling back as he ignored your half-hearted pleas and changed angles.

“What was that, sweetheart?” He asked as he lifted his mouth off of your shoulder, and you could feel blood dripping down over your chest from where his sharp teeth had sunk in deep. “You want me to stop?”

Before you could respond, he pulled out of you, and you let out a cry of protest. It was cut off by him slamming your face down into the grimy cement floor- not hard enough to knock you out, just enough to stun you. He then shifted and lifted your hips up into the air and eased back into you with a sigh of contentment.

“Since when have I ever listened when you’ve said no?” He asked mockingly.

He raised his freehand high in the air before bringing it down over your ass with a loud smack. You jolted, clenching hard around him with a wail, and he gasped at the sudden tightness. He cursed and did it again and again until you were a quivering mess on the floor, your backside decorated in bright red handprints as he changed pace and started drilling into you. You were so close, eyes glazed over with pain and pleasure, and you were faintly aware of someone’s final screams followed by a sickening thunk and the sound of blood splattering onto the floor. Bill’s body was carried upwards into the spiraling spindly arms of the Entity, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. All that mattered to you right now was the hard, throbbing cock pounding into you, and the knife that was still caressing over your skin.

You reached your climax as Dwight’s body was lifted upwards, and Frank didn’t let you come down from your high, brutally fucking into you with every ounce of strength he had. If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn he’d entered into a frenzy, and it was all you could do to scream and mewl his name. You could tell he was getting close himself though, with how his hips started to shudder. He reached down again and grabbed a handful of your hair and jerked you up again, letting gravity carry your body roughly down onto him.

“Mm, baby, tell your little friend how much you love my cock,” He commanded, and you could hear the feral grin in his voice.

“A-ah, fu-uck no!” You cried out, sniffling as he started to slow ever so slightly. You didn’t want to admit that out loud, no matter how much it was true.

“Do it or I won’t cum inside of you,” he snarled, jabbing the blade of his dirty knife into your hip.

You sobbed, and he pulled on your hair to make you look up at Meg who was still struggling with the Entity’s sharp talons.

“I-I… I love his cock,” You said weakly, and he twisted the blade inside of you, spurring you onwards. “I w-want every Trial t-to be against Frank, just s-so I can feel him ins-side me again- ah, Daddy, YES!”

You felt your face flush bright red at that slip up, but he had thrust in just right, and you could feel your mortification grow as he chuckled. He panted hard, and with a final slap from his hips against yours, you were filled with his warm, wet, sticky seed. You felt… so pathetic with how easily he’d manipulated you into that, and you watched as Meg was impaled and carried off, that look of disgust still in her dead eyes.

“They’ll hate you now,” Frank taunted once he’d caught his breath, and he pulled your body flush against his, your back pressing against his leather jacket. “I’m gonna be all you have, doll.”

He pressed soft kisses against your jaw as his hands roamed over your bloody and well used body. After a few moments, he let you drop back to the floor, stood, and stuffed himself back into his pants before picking you up again. He didn’t carry you over his shoulder as he normally did, and instead held you bridal style as the two of you roamed through the halls. He seemed to be looking for something, and he hummed as he- and you- heard the sound of the hatch.

“Don’t worry, babe, Daddy’ll take good care of you,” he smirked, laughing as you looked away from him.

He pressed a firm kiss against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t help the soft moan as you kissed back. He was right, you accepted grimly. The others would hate you after this, and he dropped you into the hatch, sending you off with a wink.

You really hoped you’d see him again next Trial.

[wosoimagines]

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner - Kellex/Reader

I was going to post a lot this week, but then it turned out to practically be midterm week at school. I was surprised by the number of tests I had to take, so I ended up getting no writing done. I woke up today and was in a mood to write something, so here is more of future Kellex and their adopted daughter.

prompt: A squeal to New Home. 

warnings: Swearing.

words: 2333

(Y/N) POV

I couldn't help but look at the messages online as Skye kept her phone in my face to show me all the messages that I had gotten for good luck. I wasn’t entirely surprised about the messages. I had been meeting a lot of former pro soccer players and current pro soccer players. With Kelley and Alex being my moms now, I had met a lot of people that I looked up to.

Kelley and Alex had warned me that they would probably tweet to me today since they couldn’t be here. We had been spending a lot of time around their former teammates and I had become friends with some of them. My favorite to hang out with was Sonnett, so her tweet of good luck definitely didn’t surprise me.

“Dude, you have legends tweeting to you,” Skye said. I knew that she still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that Kelley and Alex had adopted me.

“Skye, I’m just trying to get ready for this game. I need to focus,” I said. Skye shook her head and pulled the phone back to herself. I loved my best friend but we both had very different ways of preparing for our game.

“Who all is supposed to be here?” Skye asked again. This was about the tenth time the midfielder had asked me today who would be coming to watch me. I had gotten tired of repeating myself after the second time. I just wanted to listen to my music and go over the game plan in my head.

“My moms, obviously. They both said that their families were going to try to be here since they’re my grandparents, aunts, and uncles now,” I started. Skye rolled her eyes and I knew that she wanted to know who was supposed to be here that had played soccer. “Christen and Tobin are supposed to be here since they both live in LA. Ali and Ash said that they were going to try to come.”

“I cannot believe that you’ve met Christen Press and Tobin Heath,” Skye said. I chuckled at my friend because I had told her that she could come with me when I met them since Kelley had taken me to work with her one day. Skye had skipped to do something with some of our other friends.

“You do know that they’ve came out and practiced with me, right?”

“You’ve practice with them?” Skye asked. I pulled my headphones over my ears as I turned my music up. I tune Skye out and I knew that she would continue to talk.

It wasn’t much longer before we were supposed to go out on the field. All I wanted to do was play for the State Championship. I was about to get the chance to do exactly that. Kelley had told me that there would be scouts in the crowd, not just for college but for the national team and clubs. I knew that Kelley was pushing me to ignore the scouts that had came out from clubs and wanted me to go to college instead.

I couldn’t think about any of that the second I stepped onto the field. I took a deep breath before I walked out onto the field. I took my spot to play centre-back before the game got started. My only focus was winning a State Championship.

Things kept pretty much in line with how I figured they would go. I had predicated that we wouldn’t allow a goal before half-time. It wasn’t too surprising to me considering we had the best defense in our division. I was a little surprise that we hadn’t scored, however.

Katie was our centre-forward and she was amazing. She was going to go play at UNC once she graduated. Although Katie never said it, we all knew that she was going to be disappointed if we didn’t win the State Championship this year because she hadn’t been able to win it yet and this would be her last year to win. While Katie was the leading scorer of our division, our other two forwards, Olivia and Lauren, helped to allow our team to lead the scoring in the division. They all tended to start the game with an early goal. So, it was surprising that we hadn’t gotten a goal yet.

The most surprising moment was when Katie tumbled to the ground after one of the other defenders made a late tackle. The whistle was immediately blown, but Katie wasn’t getting up. I wasn’t surprised when our coach came onto the field along with one of the trainers. It was a little surprising when Katie was helped off of the field, but Coach didn’t replace her immediately.

“How bad do you think Katie is?” Skye asked me as we headed for the locker room at half-time.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. It must not have been bad if Coach didn’t replace Katie. There was probably a chance she could continue. “We’ll just have to wait to find out.”

We mostly sat around the locker room as we waited to hear something about Katie. It was a little surprising when Katie came back into the locker room on crutches. Coach was following behind her. We all looked at them for the answers to our questions.

“My ankle is sprained,” Katie said drawing our attention to her. “I’m out for the rest of the game.”

Groans filled the locker room. Katie was our best player. Although, Olivia and Lauren were still playing as our forwards, we knew that our game just got 10 times harder.

“Hey, I know that losing a teammate is hard, but that doesn’t change anything,” Coach said. We looked at him. “We still have a game to win. Erin, you’re going to go in.”

I was a little confused by that because that meant that we would have 5 players playing defense. I knew that this was State, but I didn’t think that we needed 5 players in the back. Not with how good our defense was.

“(Y/N), you’re going to move to centre-forward,” Coach said and I froze. I hadn't played as a forward outside of practice. Although Coach had told me that he wanted to try playing me as a forward, I didn’t think he meant in the State Championship game. I couldn’t focus much on what Coach was saying as I tried to prepare myself to play as a forward rather than a defender. When we were heading out to the field Katie asked me to walk out with her.

“Nervous to play as a forward?” Katie asked.

“That obvious?”

“Kind of,” Katie shrugged. I couldn’t help but be nervous because it had been a while since I had played as a forward. “Just relax and don’t overthink things. You’ll do fine.”

“Thanks, Katie,” I smiled at the older girl. 

“Just kick their asses for me?” Katie asked me. I nodded because that definitely was the plan. “Get out there, (Y/N).”

I ran out to the field and joined Olivia and Lauren at the front. The two stopped to talk to me to give me some pointers. I glanced over to the bench to see Skye giving me a thumbs up. I wasn’t too surprised by the shocked looks of my moms. I had told them that Coach was wanting to play me as a forward, but none of us had thought he would this season.

I sighed as I turned my attention to the ball. For the next 45 minutes, my objective was to get the ball to each the back of the net. Things didn’t exactly go my way for about the first 30 minutes. Many of my passes had been intercepted and I couldn’t seem to win any challenges. There was an injury at the 75th minute and I saw Katie waving me over.

“What are you doing?” Katie asked me as soon as I reached her.

“I’m trying to play as a forward,” I said.

“No, you’re trying to play like me,” Katie corrected me. I knew that I had been trying to play like she would. Katie’s style of play worked with our team’s style of play. “(Y/N), you aren’t me. You aren’t Alex Morgan.”

“Thanks for reminding me.”

“You don’t try to play like Kelley O’Hara when you play defense,” Katie pointed out.

“That’s because I’m a good defender. I don’t have to try to play like Kelley did,” I defended.

“You don’t have to try to play like Alex Morgan used to and you definitely don’t have to play like I do, (Y/N),” Katie started as I ducked my head down. “You aren’t me or Alex Morgan, so don’t try to be us. You could be one of the best forwards in the world one day if you would relax and stop trying to play like other people. You aren’t them. You’re (Y/N) Morgan-O’Hara. Own it. Own it as a player. Own it as a person. Once you play like (Y/N) Morgan-O’Hara would, no one is going to be able to stop you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Cause I know (Y/N) Morgan-O’Hara the person, and if she doesn’t let anything off the field stop her, she sure as hell isn’t going to allow anything on the field stop her,” Katie said. She pushed me toward the field as I noticed that we were getting ready to continue playing. “Seriously, go kick some ass.”

I rolled my shoulders back as I sighed but headed out to the field. I rubbed my face before we started playing again. This time I didn’t try to play like anyone else. I just let myself play how I wanted to play.

Even though we kept the ball away from our goal and mostly near the other team’s goal, we weren't able to score. We had gotten some good looks, but we weren’t able to turn them into goals. It wasn’t until the 90+3′ minute that I had gotten the ball and started to head for the goal. The goalie came off of her line, and I nutmegged the defender in front of me before sending the ball soaring to the back of the net. I held my breath when the goalie’s finger tips brushed against the ball, but it hadn’t been enough to keep the ball out.

A lot of bodies collided into mine as my teammates gave me hugs. I knew that we could celebrate, but my focus was on holding off the other team for another minute or two until the final whistle blew. Once the final whistle did blow, my teammates were once again hugging me. Skye and I did our handshake before I made my way over to Katie.

“I told you, (Y/N). You just gotta play your own style,” Katie said.

“How does it feel to finally have a State Championship?” I asked Katie as I pretended to have a mic.

“Oh, it feels amazing. I’ve been trying to do this for the past four years, but this year was special so I’m happy that this was the year that we won. If you think I’m good, keep your eye on my girl (Y/N) Morgan-O’Hara cause she is gonna kill it and no one is gonna be able to stop her,” Katie said. We both started to laugh before we were able to control our laughter. We headed to the field to take a picture with the team and the trophy. “Seriously, (Y/N), you can be one of the best if you just play like yourself.”

“Thanks.”

“Now you just need to join me at UNC in a couple of years,” Katie said.

“I’m pretty sure my moms would die if I did that. One wants me to go to Stanford and the other wants me to go UC Berkeley,” I said. Katie laughed at me but I was just lucky that I didn’t have to decide for a couple more years.

We took pictures before I went to talk to my moms. I was wrapped into a hug by Tobin first. When she pulled back, Christen gave me a smile. I didn’t blame Christen for not wanting to hug me. I was sweaty.

“That was a great nutmeg,” Tobin grinned and I chuckled. “I could see you as taking up my title.”

“No one could ever do that,” I shook my head.

“It was a good goal,” Christen said.

“Thanks.”

I smiled and they let me go past them. Ali and Ash wrapped me into a hug before I could take a step past Tobin and Christen. I let out a small groan, but it only cause Ash to laugh.

“I would have stopped your goal,” Ash said.

“Sure, you would have.”

“You know you wouldn’t have been able to, Ash,” Ali added with a laugh. I let the two of them argue about it and I was a little surprise when Tobin and Christen joined in. I grinned when my parents hugged me.

“You did amazing out there tonight, (Y/N),” Alex started. “I don’t care what anyone else says, you were good.”

“Don’t listen to her, (Y/N). She’s lying,” Kelley denied. Alex slapped Kelley’s shoulder. Normally I would have been disappointed that Kelley had told me that I hadn’t done good, but I did just win a State Championship. “I don’t know what you're friend told you, but it worked. You have the potential to be a great forward if you work hard.”

“Thanks.”

“And, hey, you got a pretty good goal tonight too,” Kelley added. “Besides, you won so you know what that means. Winner, winner, chicken dinner.”

I laughed at that as they hugged me again. I may not have entirely wanted this at first, but now I wouldn’t change this for anything. Alex and Kelley were my parents and I knew that they would have my back through everything.

[enniewritesathing]

Part 8

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Brian: “Oh. My. God.”

“Is... is this really happening? Wh-- why are you down there? John--”

John: “Yeah?

Brian: “Johnny? Is this happening?”

John: “Yes, this is happening.”

(John pauses. Shit, this is happening.)

“Hey, babe, so... I have some things to say.”

“Things to ask. And uhm...” (His hands are shaking. It’s certainly not from the cold.)

(John’s laugh has an edge to it. One he hasn’t felt in a long time.) “Uhm... I’m nervous? Yeah. I’m nervous. Can you...”

“...hold my hand? Please?”

(Brian makes a small noise; it snaps him out of his shock.) “Y-yeah! Sure.”

(Brian’s hand is shaking too. Good, we’re both nervous.)

John: “I have a lot... uhm...”

Brian: “It’s okay, honey. Take your time.”

John: “Ha. That’s one of the things I love about you, Brian.”

“I’ve... been thinking about this for a while. A long time even -- probably a year and a half -- and up until now, I just... never got the courage to. I know that may seem dumb but, I guess I just wanted to wait for the right time. Honestly? That’s too long. Because... what if the right time never comes?”

“Brian, when I first met you, I... was in a bad place. We both were. I remember when we sat outside of the principal’s office after the fight. Waiting for punishment. I reached over and grabbed your hand. Squeezed it once to tell you that it’s gonna be okay. And I’ll protect you.”

Brian: “And you kept that promise. You still do.”

John: “Yeah. I made a promise to myself to... get better. Be better so I can give you what you deserve and more. To be honest, I never asked you for anything. I didn’t need to; you’re already doing it.”

Brian: “Doing what?”

John: “You accepted me. You loved me through it all; the good and the bad. There were a few times that I feel I didn’t deserve your patience, your kindness, your understanding. Your love. But... you’re still here after all this time. In front of me.”

“I’m ninety percent sure that you feel the same way, right?”

Brian: “Johnny, stop doubting yourself. I love you.”

(John’s smile is warm. The words make his heart skip a beat.)

Brian: “Did you have some things to ask?”

John: “Hm?”

(He pauses.) “H-hang on. Oh! I do. I promised to myself that I’ll protect you. That means I’ll fight for you too.”

“I wanna be your champion. So, uhm, I’m gonna shoot for a World Title. Again. Who knows, maybe The Crown, but that might take a couple of years to pull off--”

(Brian tilts his head.) “A World title?”

John: “Again.”

Brian: “Again? Johnny, I’m not trying to be funny, but isn’t one enough? That match was... intense.”

John: “And I’ll do it again. Now that I’m older, I can take it.”

Brian: “Well, can you tell me about it? Where is it gonna be?”

John: “Ah. Right. Deadline to enter won’t be for another month, but it’ll be in San Myshuno Garden. Eight man tournament. That’s all I have on details, but the sooner the better so Unc and I can start getting back to it. I don’t know what the prize money will be but... it’ll be more than enough.”

Brian: “Alright... that piqued my interest. Aside from you fighting and wearing those shorts, of course.”

John: “Yeah?

Brian: “I can go back to school and specialize... and maybe... the possibilities...”

John: “What do you say?”

Brian: “Yes.”

John: “Okay.”

(Now, here’s the next part, he thinks to himself.)

John: “I’ll tell you a secret. This ring... I’ve had this ring for months. I started wearing it in plain sight. I didn’t make a big deal outta it. There were some close calls. A few hours ago, you looked at it. You probably saw some words in it, huh?”

Brian: “Yeah. What’s on it?”

John: “’My heart, my soul, my star.’”

John: “I’ve worn this close to my heart. This ring represents my heart. My soul. Everything. I’ll be your sword and shield. I‘ll comfort you and love you until my last breath. I’ll make your wishes and dreams come true, no matter what. I promise to never hurt you in any way. I’ll be your lover and give you what you want and need. I’ll be there to catch you when you fall and elevate you. I’ll sing your praises...”

“You are my Star, my guiding light. I love you more than you ever know.” 

//⏭Next

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Misery Loves Company part 1

                                         Chapter Three:

                     The One Where Violet’s Invention Works

Lemony Snicket could not believe his ears. There was no way that Arthur Poe was taking those children to Olaf’s. That was never the plan. When Beatrice was pregnant with Violet, she and Lemony always agreed that Violet would be sent off to Montgomery Montgomery if anything were to happen to both of them or Bertrand. Olaf was never a part of that plan. Even when everything in VFD was perfect and fine. Olaf never struck either of them as a parental type. He’d be as good of a father as Esme Squalor would be a good mother, which was very unlikely. Both of these characters from Snicket’s past were narcissistic and only truly cared about themselves when it came down to it. So Lemony knew this was a huge mistake. A mistake he had to fix. But how? He was on the lam after all and anyone who knew of his innocence believed him to be dead.

When he finally made it back home, Violet looked at him questioningly. “Why are you covered in ashes?” she asked looking at his suit.

“Oh, just some on the side investigating,” He half-lied. “Have to pay the bills somehow.”

Violet looked at her father in utter confusion. “What are you investigating?”

“Oh, honey. That’s not important. I’m home I really don’t want to talk about work,” He said trying to desperately change the subject. “So how have you been,”

He hadn’t noticed when he walked in, but Violet’s hair was tied up in her classic red ribbon. “I’ve been working on an invention.”

“Of course and what has my brilliant inventive daughter come up with this time?” he asked smiling. He was always happy to hear about Violet’s inventions.

“Well you see,” she said untying her ribbon allowing her brown locks to fall passed her shoulders. “I’ve combined this old toaster with our grandfather clock...I am trying to get the clock to control the toaster but you see…” Violet knelt down next to the invention and Lemony took a seat on the other side of it. “I’m having a problem with the grandfather clock,”

“Can you show me what the specific issues are?” Lemony asked, “Maybe your old man can help.”

“Of course, Mr. Lemons,” Violet said with a small giggle. She, of course, being fourteen had outgrown her nickname she had given her father when she was just a young girl but she knew how much it made her father happy to hear that his little girl was still his little girl. Violet started up her invention and to the untrained eye, it seemed as though it worked flawlessly like all of her other inventions had. “See? It toasts the bread but the minute hand keeps falling behind five minutes.”

Lemony merely nodded. He was someone with an untrained eye because he hadn’t noticed that. “It...could be a problem with the gears?” he replied, trying his best to be of some assistance to her.

“Well, that would be disappointing. I made them myself,” she replied sighing.

Lemony stood up, “Well maybe you should come back to this one. I know you’ll figure it out kiddo, you always do.”

Violet nodded her head but didn’t look back up at him. She had the stubbornness of her damn mother. She tied up her hair again and went to work trying to determine the issue with her invention. Lemony smiled as he walked to his small desk.

At least she was distracted with an invention, that gave him time to figure out where to start in his quest to figure out what happened to Beatrice and what he could do to help her children. There was no way he was going to sit back and allow Count Olaf to take custody of those kids. Especially when he knew that Olaf hated Beatrice and Bertrand, and him for that matter. Those kids were not safe. He looked over his shoulders and made sure Violet wasn’t watching him as he unfolded the newspaper article and began to cut out the picture of the two kids and the picture of the burnt remains of the Baudelaire home. He made sure to cut out any mention of the word ‘Baudelaire’. He couldn’t let Violet know what had happened to her birth mother. Not yet, at least. He had no idea how to go about telling her that all of his research and investigating had failed them both. He was never able to locate Beatrice and she was living in the same city for who knows how long. He also didn’t want her to learn about the fact that she had two half-siblings, whom she couldn’t help. It was his fault, that they couldn’t help in the best, most sensible way possible. He didn’t want to lie to her, but he had to protect her. There were too many secrets in his past that were better left unsaid. He would one day explain everything just not today. Not any time soon. She was still a child, he wanted her to keep her childhood for as long as she could. Heaven knows, he didn’t get that chance. He remembers being thirteen when he had started his apprenticeship and he remembers his siblings being even younger than that. It was somewhat of a blessing, as well as a curse for everyone he knew to think that he was dead because that meant none of them knew about Violet’s existence, which ultimately meant that at least right now, she was safe.

He tacked the two black and white pictures on the wall in front of his desk and began to jot down notes. He needed intel. He thought about who he could call. Who he could trust with the knowledge that he was alive and well. He refused to mention anything about his daughter. There was no one he trusted with that information, not even his siblings. They were still too involved with VFD. They always had been. Lemony feared they always will be. He, too, at one point in his life was very much into VFD and their rhetoric but so many horrible events in his life changed that. Did he still follow them? Yes. Loosely though. He had to. That way he would know the phrases or codes that would help him detect if someone was VFD or not. Like the storekeeper. The storekeeper had commented that they ‘didn’t realize this was a sad occasion’, Lemony knew, just like any VFD member knew, that the correct response to that statement is ‘the world is quiet here’. But Lemony bolted out of there with Violet before the storekeeper could recognize him.

He thought long and hard. Mr. Poe worked at Mulctuary Money Management...Lemony was sure that there was someone there from VFD in charge of making sure things go according to plan. There had to be. This organization wouldn’t leave their precious future recruits solely in the hands of one of the most incompetent bankers that Lemony had ever had the displeasure of meeting. Lemony took the chance and looked up the number to the bank in the phonebook he found in the drawer of the motel room’s nightstand.

“Mulctuary Money Management. Mr. Poe’s office.” a woman answered.

Lemony didn’t recognize the voice but he hadn’t been in the loop with this organization in nearly fourteen years. He sighed and turned again to Violet to make sure she was tinkering with her invention and not eavesdropping on his conversation. “I didn’t realize this was a sad occasion.” He whispered into the phone.

He could hear the woman gasp and he thought he heard her drop a pen on the floor and scurry under her desk but he could be mistaken. “The world is quiet here,” she replied in a whisper. “May I ask who’s speaking?”

Lemony closed his eyes. “Snicket.”

“Jacques?”

“No.”

“Well, Kit...you sure have mastered the art of sounding like a man. I couldn’t tell it was you at all,” the woman replied.

“No...I am not Kit, either,” he replied still glancing over at Violet.

“Well. You can’t be Lemony. He’s dead.”

“Not as dead as Beatrice,” he replied in a low whisper.

“L-lemony? Is it really you. The Daily Punctilio…” the woman began.

“ The Daily Punctilio is lucky I haven’t decided to sue them for defamation and the only reason I haven’t sued them is that I am on the run.”

“Where have you been all this time?”

Lemony looked again to his daughter. “I’ve been in hiding. But that doesn’t matter right now. That’s not why I called. I called regarding the Baudelaire case.”

“Oh.” the woman replied. Lemony could hear in the background that a man, he assumed to be Mr. Poe since Lemony could hear this same person in a fit of coughing yelling at the woman.

“Jacquelyn! Jacquelyn!” he could hear Mr. Poe call out.

“Now isn’t a very good time, Snicket,” Jacquelyn replied. “Why don’t we meet somewhere and we can have a chit chat about that .”

“Fine with me. Although, you will have to meet on my terms. I am on the run and I can’t afford to get caught. I have...I have too much to lose.” Lemony replied.

“Where will we meet?” Jacquelyn replied as she rolled her eyes when Mr. Poe called out her name again.

“Meet me at the building where this all began.” He said simply. “Tonight. 9 o’clock. Come alone.”

“Got it,” Jacquelyn replied hanging up.

Lemony hung up the phone and was startled to see Violet was now right behind him. “Dear God, sweetie. Are you trying to give your old man a heart attack?”

Violet smiled, “Maybe…”

“Did you get the grandfather clock to work?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s next on the agenda of Miss Violet Snicket?”

Violet shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I was hoping to work on my invention that would help me retrieve a rock that I’ve skipped into the ocean but to do that...we’d have to go to Briny Beach.”

Lemony thought about it. He hated going out in public, especially to places that would be more likely to be crowded. He glanced out the window. It was a dark, cloudy day. Briny Beach was usually desolate on days like this. He looked at Violet who was wearing her famous puppy dog face.

“Please Mr. Lemons,” she asked keeping her puppy dog face in full view. Lemony sighed.

“I can be ready in ten minutes…” He said.

The trip to Briny Beach was a quick one. Lemony was lucky enough to have a taxi cab as a car from his days in VFD. He used this on rare occasions and after the stint in the store, he didn’t want to risk being recognized anywhere else. He also was simply not in the mood for interactions of any sort.

Violet glanced out the car window. “It’s so weird that we have a taxi,”

“I told you, Violet. Your uncle gave it to me a long time ago.”

“I know. I know. After he helped you escape the authorities. So when will I be old enough to know what really happened that day?”

“Hmmm...how old are you now?” Lemony joked as if he didn’t already know the answer to that.

“Fourteen.”

“Maybe when you’re fifteen.” He watched her smile fade. He knew she hated secrets, she hated not knowing things especially things about her parents. “Why do you want to know such a dreadful story anyway? It’s not like it ends happily…”

“Well, if you think about it, it hasn’t ended yet. It can still end happily.”

“Spoken like a true optimist.”

“I’m not an optimist, I’m a realist. Besides, you’re the one who told me that stories don’t truly have a beginning or end. They all interject into each other, new stories begin in other stories and life is just a bunch of stories sewn into one.” Violet stated matter of factly, “and all endings are not real endings just new beginnings to different stories.”

“Trust me. This story doesn’t end happily, Vi.”

“I want to believe it still can. We can find her one day. We can be a happy family.”

Lemony frowned at this. He knew he had to tell her, it just didn’t seem right. She was happy, she was excited about her newest invention and he knew this news would kill her. He just gave her a small smile. “Well, I will say...the story did get happier after a while.”

“Why?” she asked glancing out at the window again.

“I may have lost her...and everything else but I gained the whole world.” He said simply looking at her and not paying attention to the road. Violet smiled at him. “I gained my daughter and sure, it wasn’t due to circumstances that either of us liked but in a way, I do have everything I ever wanted.”

“Except for her,” Violet stated.

“But I have you.” He reiterated. “You know, you remind me so much of her every day, Vi.”

Violet looked down at her locket and opened it up to look at the picture of her birth mother that Lemony had put in the locket for her. The picture was one of Beatrice from one of her stints at the opera house. She wore a gorgeous dragonfly costume and she was smiling holding a bouquet of violets in her hand.

“She named you after her favorite flower and color, you know.”

Violet nodded but kept looking at the picture. “How’s your investigation going? Have you found any new leads?” she asked hopefully not looking up from her locket.

Lemony sighed, keeping his eyes on the road, “Nothing yet. But I am sure some news will come up.”

“I hope so, I wish nothing more to meet her.”

“I know. I wish you could meet her, too.”

“Do you know what I would tell her if I ever have the pleasure of meeting her?”

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me…” Lemony began.

“I would tell her that I understand...I understand why she had to give me away. I would tell her that I don’t hate her, even if she continued living her life and got married to another man and had other children; I would tell her that I understand...the timing was off.”

Lemony was taken back by what his daughter just said. He had always believed most kids with the upbringing that his daughter had would show some resentment towards the absent parent. It’s not like he wanted her to hate Beatrice, he much rather she is understanding and respectful...it was just quite odd to him. He glanced at his daughter as he began to park the taxi alongside the beach’s entrance. Maybe he didn’t completely fail Violet. Maybe he was doing a good job being a father to her. For her to be this mature at such a young age, he wondered. “That’s...very mature of you, Violet.”

Violet smiled. “Honestly, it would do me no good to hate her. How would we ever have any kind of relationship if I don’t at least meet her halfway.”

As Violet got out of the car and raced down the desolate beach, Lemony trudged slowly behind her. He wanted to cry. He wanted to just break down right then and there in the hot sands of this beach. Violet was so optimistic about meeting her birth mother and unknowing to her, she would never get that opportunity now. It made him feel only a bit better that Violet doesn’t hate Beatrice. But what if she knew the truth? What if she knew about VFD and what he and Beatrice did to fuck up their lives so much? Would her opinion on Beatrice change? Would her opinion on him change? He couldn’t afford that. When it came down to it, Violet was his only family. Unfortunately, for Violet, that sentiment worked both ways. He was her only family...that she knew of. He quickly thought about Beatrice’s other children. He hoped Count Olaf wasn’t harming them in any way. Tonight, he would talk to Jacquelyn and figure this all out. Maybe he would be able to get everything on track...maybe...just maybe.

When he finally reached Violet she was already setting up her picnic basket in the sand and looking around for a rock. He watched as she began to tie up her hair to keep it out of her eyes. “Need any help, hun?”

“No...not yet. Do you know the angle of the prevailing currents?” she asked not looking up at him as she was too busy looking for the right projectile. Lemony merely shrugged. “It’s fine...it’s more important if I can find the right projectile.”

She reached down and grabbed a regular looking grey rock. “Do you think this would work?”

“Hmmm...maybe we should find a rock that’s not sandstone?” Lemony replied.

“Ah-Ha!” Violet cried out as she picked up a smooth disc-shaped rock. She studied it with a puzzled look on her face. “Are these teeth marks?”

Lemony rushed to her and examined the rock himself, he had never seen a rock so smooth and disc-shaped before in his life. He could see what Violet was talking about. The rock did look like it had teeth marks on it but Lemony couldn’t think of what kind of animal or marine life could have made such teeth marks.

“They look human-like,” Violet said still studying the rock, forgetting about her invention.

“Violet...there’s no way a human-made those marks. What kind of human would bite a rock?” Lemony replied laughing.

“I don’t know. A baby with piranha teeth? Maybe?”

“Now, Violet. Doesn’t that seem silly to you? A baby... a human baby with piranha teeth? Honestly, with an imagination like this, you should dabble in writing.”

Violet rolled her eyes. “When I was a baby, I had sharp teeth.”

“Not sharp enough to bite a rock,” Lemony replied laughing.

“I’m still going to say it was a baby with piranha teeth.” She said laughing. “Whoever or whatever it was...I wish I could thank. This is the best projectile for this invention.”

Violet pulled out a small piece of white chalk from her pocket marking the rock with an X. She placed it into her left hand.

“Violet? Why are you using your left hand?”

“I’m curious to see if I can skip the rock further with my left hand than my right.”

“Now, you know I don’t mean to criticize but standard scientific method calls for stable systematics. You should use your right hand.”

Violet laughed but smiled at her father. He was right. She hated when he was right but he had to give him credit. He was paying attention to her attentively as he always had. The attention made her feel special. She knew she was his entire world and he was her entire world but it made her feel special to have a father who not only believed everything she created was the work of a mechanical genius but she had a father who paid very close attention to her and her inventions so much that he even noticed her trying to change which hand she would use to skip the rock. She placed the rock into her right hand, “That does seem sensible,” she replied as she skipped the rock using her right hand. The rock went far into the ocean, skipping about eight times.

“Dad, what was that thing Einstein said?” she asked smiling.

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”

“Now, what’s that thing James Brown said?”

He chuckled, “I got something that makes me want to shout. I’ve got something that tells me what it’s all about.”

Violet smiled turning a small knob on her invention and Lemony couldn’t believe his eyes, a mechanical arm rushed out of the picnic basket and extended itself to the far depths of the sea. After a moment, it stopped and the mechanical hand went into the ocean and in mere moments, the hand reappeared above the water holding the same rock that Violet had marked with an X. The mechanical arm reeled itself in after dropping the rock into Violet’s hand. Lemony was purely amazed. Sure he had seen many of Violet’s wonderful inventions throughout the years but she still could surprise and wow him with every new one she showed him.

Violet stood up, her face lit up with a smile. Her father hugged her as they both exclaimed, “I’m super bad!” Violet started laughing.

“It worked!” Violet squealed happily.

“I never expected otherwise, dear,” Lemony replied still hugging his daughter.

Yes. Violet’s invention worked. This would be a perfect time to leave. You can pretend that the rest of the story of Violet Snicket was as happy and wholesome as this day on the beach was. You can pretend that Lemony does get every opportunity to tell her all about his past when she turns fifteen or you can continue reading on and with each turn of the page, with every new chapter, you can weep and wish that you had taken my advice. For you don’t want to know what happens on Violet’s fifteenth birthday. You don’t want to know how she spends the rest of this story as bitter as her father drank his tea. You don’t want to know all the dark secrets that she uncovers and the questions that she never gets answered. You can leave right now. No one will blame you. I wish I would’ve seen this coming and maybe I wouldn’t be as haunted as I am these days. Although this chapter ended happily for Violet Snicket, I reiterate my promise that very few happy things happen in the lives of these three children. Indeed, Violet Snicket doesn’t start to suffer the hardships of her siblings until later on in this tale but that does not mean that her story is filled with happiness. Her story is full of secrets, betrayals, and dark discoveries that I promise you will change her life for the worst. So look away before it is too late.

[amillionsmiles]

A sampling of the letters Peter wrote LJ while they're apart during college

A/N: I see you and I raise you this: not just letters but care packages

“Oh my god.” Marcie stops in the doorway, shrugging off her messenger bag and taking off her shoes.  I can’t help smiling.  When I first moved into my dorm room at UNC, I wasn’t sure what to expect from my roommate, and I thought she might think some of my requests were weird, but Marcie has been more than just an accommodating roommate these past two months.  She’s been a real friend.

“Did a craft store throw up in here?”

“Very funny,” I say, though it comes out as more of a mumble because of the ribbon in my mouth.  Frowning, I take the jar of fruitcake cookie mix out of the box in front of me, shoving a pack of highlighters and pens in its place instead.

My bed is a mess of scrapbook paper and confetti.  I’m going to have a hard time picking some of these pieces out of my sheets later; in hindsight, I probably should have used my desk.

“I’m sending a care package to Peter,” I explain.  Hm. Maybe I should put the blue and orange scarf I knit for him on the bottom, so that it’s covered by everything else—that would make it more of a surprise.  I take everything out and start over.

Flopping backwards onto her bed, Marcie makes a gagging noise, but I know she’s only joking.  She met Peter when he visited two weeks ago, and they bonded over her older brother also playing lacrosse.  Also: teasing me about my grandmotherly habits.

Rolling over onto her side, Marcie props her head up on an elbow and asks: “So what’s in it?”

“Scarf.  Deodorant.  USB power strip, cooling gel pads for after lacrosse practice…”

“Damn, Lara Jean, can you organize my life next?”

“Maybe I will! Since you can’t keep anything on your side of the room,” I say, throwing one of her own socks at her.  Laughing, Marcie catches it.

Turning back around, I slide in the last of the items, a few of the Korean sheet masks Peter and I like to do together.  Then, of course, the letter, spritzed with a bit of my perfume because the last time Peter wrote, he mentioned missing its scent.  

There’s a whole garland of letters from him that I’ve arranged on my wall, underneath the fairy lights and the pictures of Chris, Lucas, Margot and Kitty, my dad.  Peter will write a letter to Lara Jean once a week.  A real handwritten letter, not an e-mail.  He’s been remarkably steadfast about it, so far.  But then, maybe I always knew he’d be, because he’s steadfast about us.

I close the box and start taping it up.  Signed, sealed, delivered.

*.*.*.*

Dear Peter,

Hopefully this gets to you before the big lacrosse game.  But if not, then treat it like a victory package.  Or a comfort package—not that I think you’re going to lose.  You’re going to do great.

I got you face masks so that we can do them together next time we Skype.  Your favorite—cucumber and rose.  The jar should have all the dry ingredients you need for the fruitcake cookies you like.  I also made you a pack of positivity post-its since we both have tests coming up.  And then there’s a surprise at the very bottom… please be gentle with it because I spent a lot of time on it.

Love,Lara Jean

*.*.*.*

Dear Lara Jean,

I made the cookies the other day and they didn’t taste completely terrible, but yours are still better.  Thank you for the scarf.

The weather’s getting colder here and the Lawn is covered with leaves.  When you’re home for Thanksgiving we should go have a picnic on it.

Also I’ve been thinking about it since we watched Say Anything and the Spectacular Now back to back, but don’t you think that John Cusack and Miles Teller look kind of alike?  

Love, Peter

*.*.*.*

Dear Peter,

If that was your way of nicely asking me to send you already baked cookies next time, I’ll consider it if you say please.

I found the most gorgeous dress to use for my Juliet costume.  Do you still have the hairspray saved from Character Day to use for Romeo? I wish we could be together for Halloween.

You know, now that I think about it, you’re right.  Their characters are a little bit similar, too.  Say Anything wins for the iconic boombox scene, though.

Love,Lara Jean

 *.*.*.*

Dear Lara Jean,

I went to an old-school record shop the other day. Picked up something for you there.

Love,Peter

*.*.*.*

“What is it?” asks Marcie, peering over my shoulder at the slim, square package.  My heart thumps fast; I have a hunch.  Eagerly, I tear off the packaging.

The cover beams up at me: AL GREEN written in dripping green letters, his face squinting up at me, that suede and leather jacket.  We have a vinyl record player in our room—courtesy of Marcie, not me, though it’s adorable and pale blue and I’ve not-so-secretly sent a picture of it to Margot in hopes that she’ll buy one for me for Christmas.  I all but skip over to it, sliding the record out of its sleeve and gently placing the needle on top.  The first scratchy notes start up, and I love it for how it sounds: crackling, lived in, like history pressed onto a page, and I love Peter for knowing that I’d love it.

Let’s stay together, I, I’m, I’m so in love with you;whatever you want to do…

“Our song,” I explain to Marcie, beaming.

[lsilv1971-blog]

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Check My Heart Rate Because I Think I'm Falling For You Part 2

Summary: Sebastian takes a tumble on the set of Civil War and becomes enamored with the paramedic who arrives on the scene. But she decides to give him a hard time.

Chapter Summary: The second part no one asked for. 

Warnings: None just fluffy fluff

Also, I could’ve sworn there was a gif out there of Sebastian playing pool. If anyone can find it, please give me it. I can only find gifs of him IN a pool which isn’t too bad but doesn’t really correlate. 

           “Val!”

           She turned when she heard a nurse, Maggie, in the emergency room calling her over. “What’s up?” She wondered.

           “Someone brought you flowers.” The young nurse, who Val knew from crossing paths many times, smiled widely.

           “Really?” Val walked over to the nurse’s station with her and sure enough, a large bouquet of blue and purple flowers sat on the desk.

           “Mhm, do you know him?”

           “Uh…if I’m thinking it’s the guy I met then yes.” Val found the card among the petals and opened it.

           “You should’ve seen him, he was so handsome. He was wearing this leather jacket and jeans. Oh my God, he was so dreamy. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t speaking English when he started talking to me.”

           Val read over the note in disbelief.

           Valentina,

Thank you so much for our paramedic expertise. Doc says I have a small concussion but I’m on the mend. Should be back filming soon. Hopefully, we won’t run into each other again on the basis of medical emergencies. But I’d like to see you again when we’re both off work. Here’s my number so we can get in touch.

           Hope to see you soon,

           Sebastian

           “Wow…” Val whispered quietly. Even after all the grief, she gave him, he wanted to spend more time with her.

           “He was adorable, he asked if you were around but I told him he just missed you. I told him you’d probably be back soon and he was worried the flowers wouldn’t get to you. But I assured him I’d text you. There was also this little boy who broke his arm and recognized him. I guess he’s an actor or something, I didn’t know who he was. And he signed the boy’s cast. Isn’t that adorable?” Maggie squealed.

           “That’s pretty cute.” Val agreed. “So he brought them in himself?” She was impressed. Usually, if a boyfriend or potential boyfriend bought her flowers, they just had them delivered to her.

           “He said he wanted to see you.” Maggie shrugged.

           Val’s face turned red. “Wow, okay…I guess I should text him.” She put his number into her phone.

           “He gave you his number? Oh my God, lock him down.” The nurse replied sternly. There was a sharp beeping and she groaned. “This girl has been buzzing nonstop. She’s been demanding everything.” She rolled her eyes and got up.

           “Mags, will you keep these safe until my shift is over?”

           “Of course. I’ll keep a good eye on them.”

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           Val: Thank you so much for the flowers, they were beautiful. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to see you.

           Sebastian: No worries. You were out saving lives

           Val: Want to get dinner tomorrow? I’m working in the morning. Are you shooting anything?

           Sebastian: Nah, I’m done for the week. They postponed my scenes while I recover. We can get dinner.

           Val: Great, you can pick where we go. I don’t need anything fancy.

           Sebastian: There’s a good pub around the corner from the hospital. It’s casual; we can get a few drinks, shoot some pool.

           Val: Sounds fun. I’ll meet you there at eight?

           Sebastian: It’s a date. Can’t wait to see you.

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           Val stood by the entrance of the pub and checked her phone for the time again. She sighed when it read quarter after eight.

           She’d been thrilled to see Sebastian again. She spent hours trying to figure out the perfect outfit. One that was nice but didn’t try too hard. She settled on a skirt and a nice ruffled tank top paired with a jean jacket. She double-checked with Grace and got the thumbs-up. Now she was standing on the sidewalk, worried that she was about to be stood up.

           He was a nice, attractive actor who probably got hit on all the time. She was just an EMT from a small town. And she didn’t feel she was nearly as pretty as the actresses in Hollywood. She didn’t buy into the fakeness of LA. There was no point. If people didn’t like who she was naturally, then they could fuck right off. But she hoped Sebastian liked who she was.

           “I’m here, I’m here.” Sebastian came jogging down the sidewalk. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I know I’m late.” He ran a hand through his hair. “And I…” He paused when he looked at Val for the first time. “Shit.”

           She felt a huge amount of insecurity and her eyes widened. “What?”

           “Man, I thought you looked beautiful in your uniform but…damn, I didn’t think you could get more gorgeous.”

           Val smiled and ducked her head. “Stop, you know that’s not true.”

           “I’m not blind.” Sebastian scoffed. “But I am sorry for being late. I’ll make it up to you.” He promised.

           “It’s alright. It’s not like you were a few hours late.”

           “Whoa, whoa, whoa, I’m not stupid. I would never pass up an opportunity like this. Frankly, I’m just glad you texted me. I was worried the flowers would be a little much.” He admitted and opened the door into the bar for her.

           “No, they were perfect. They look beautiful in my tiny little kitchen.”

           He chuckled. “I’m glad you liked them. I wasn’t sure what your favorite color was but your uniform was blue so I just…it’s sort of stupid.”

           “No, I like blue. Purple is my favorite though, so you nailed that.”

           “Nice…glad I let the florist decide.” He laughed and grabbed a seat at the high-top tables for them. “So how was your day?” He asked as they got settled.

           Val lost herself in his eyes for a moment as he shrugged off his leather jacket. “I uh…” She was so close that she caught the scent of his cologne and almost melted. “It was good, pretty typical.”

           “Any dumb actors with concussions?” He grinned cheekily.

           “Can’t say there were. I did save Natalie Portman’s life though.”

           “Shut up, you did?”  

           Val giggled and shook her head. “You’re the first actor I’ve treated. The first actor I’ve met actually.”

           “How long have you lived in LA?” He wove his fingers together and rested his hands on the table, just centimeters away from hers.

           “A few years. I grew up in Nevada.”

           “And you’ve never met an actor?” He raised an eyebrow.

           “Well, I’m always working so…” She shrugged. “I might have run into one though and I just didn’t know it. I mean I didn’t really recognize you.” She reminded him. “But! I did watch Captain America!”

           He smiled shyly. “You did?”

           “Yeah, you were pretty cute. Sorry, you died…wait if you died then why are you filming with them?” She realized for the first time.

           “Well, that would be unfair if I spoiled it for you. You’re just going to have to watch the rest of them.”

           “Alright…maybe we can watch them together?” She tilted her head to the side. “Unless this date goes really bad and I find out you’re a selfish douchebag.”

           “Have you gotten that impression so far?” He wondered.

           “No…you seem different than most of the people in LA or in your line of work I guess. I knew this one girl who worked on the set of a movie as like an intern and she automatically assumed she was better than me because she rubbed elbows with Hollywood’s elite.” Val rolled her eyes.

           “People who work on movies aren’t better than anyone. Hell, you’re probably better than me because you actually help people. I just stand in front of a camera and talk.”

           “Judging people isn’t really my thing.” Val shrugged and fiddled with the salt shaker on the table. “I either like someone or I don’t. It doesn’t matter status, it’s about their personality.”

           “That sounds perfectly reasonable.”

           “And I like you.” She admitted and glanced up at him sheepishly.

           He smiled genuinely. “I like you too.”

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           “Tell me you’ve played pool before.”

           “I can’t say I’ve actually seriously tried.” Val grabbed the cue Sebastian was handing her.

           “This is going to get really cliché, okay? Because I’m going to stand behind you and teach you how to play. And you’re going to swoon over how manly I am. And I’m going to realize how absolutely perfect you are.” He said with a dead-serious look on his face.

           Val giggled. “Then could we just skip this part because I think we’re already there?”

           “Nah, it’ll be cute.” He situated himself behind her and placed his hands over hers. “And by the end of the game, I’m going to kiss you.”

           Val’s hands shook slightly and she couldn’t believe this was really happening to her. Gently held in his arms, feeling his warmth, inhaling his scent, and listening to his gentle, low voice was too much for her. She felt faint but she couldn’t let him get the last word.

           “Well, if I win, I’m going to kiss you.”

           He chuckled and his cheek grazed her hair. “Fair enough. I win both ways though.” He pointed out.

           “Me too.”

           Once it was all said and done, Sebastian won the game. But it didn’t matter to Val. Because he walked around the table and took her cheeks in his hands. It was like there wasn’t anyone else in the bar. He kept her close and his eyes flicked over her face briefly.

           Val licked her bottom lip and nodded slightly to give him the go-ahead. He smiled slightly and leaned in to kiss her. He was right about one thing; it was every cliché she’d ever heard of.

           Her ears were ringing as she felt sparks jolting down her spine. The only thought in Val’s head was the way his lips felt. Her knees buckled and she wondered how she had missed out on this experience her entire life. Maybe because she just hadn’t met the right guy. Sebastian was that guy.

           His thumb brushed over her cheek as he drew away. “Wow…” He breathed and the tip of his nose brushed against her cheekbone. “Uh…I think my brain just short-circuited.”

           Val laughed softly and nodded. “Yeah, I totally know how that feels. It just happened to me too.”

           “Want to see if it happens again?” His eyes sparkled and he moved one hand to her waist.

           “Well if we don’t try we’ll never know.”

           “Exactly my thoughts.” He pulled her closer and kissed her again. She did everything she could to not lose her mind completely but he had some sort of effect on her. It was like a drug and her heart raced uncontrollably. It was dizzying but she craved more.

           They pulled away for air and Sebastian laughed. “Yeah, wow, I could get used to this.”

           “I think you need to check my heart rate,” Val whispered.

           “Yeah? Might as well check mine too.”

           She grabbed his shirt to pull him back to her lips.

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