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peachhcs · 2 months ago

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samy coming out to san jose again and getting to see a game of wills and meet all of his team, and maybe they are lcuky and the house is empty as the family is on a trip so they are home alone…

i love #2!!

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy, gabe, and ryan take on sj together to visit will for a weekend!

wc: 7.8k words (omg)

WOW i got so carried away with this i think this is my longest fic ever on here? i’ve been trying to write this for literally 3 weeks and i finally finished it :) sometimes i just write and then i end up with 7.8k words oops lol. there's also no smut in this (sorry anon) bc this was already crazy long, but if u guys want a separate post of it, lmk and i will provide lol. anyways, hope y'all enjoy!

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the san jose mineta international airport was bustling with people as samy, gabe, and ryan stepped off their gate. the two boys immediately shedded their coats once the humid temperatures hit their skin, especially with how many people shoved their way through—it made it feel hot really fast. samy glanced down at her phone where she texted will that they just landed.

"holy shit it's fucking hot," ryan mumbled, already fanning himself out.

"i told you it would be hot. i think will's outside waiting," the girl informed and began leading the way to the exit. this was only her second time navigating the airport, the first time will managed to get them out so she just hoped she wouldn't get herself lost.

the three were excited for the weekend ahead. after weeks of planning around three hockey players' schedules, the four managed to find a weekend before the craziness of the holidays picked up and world juniors began to visit their old friend in his new stomping grounds. gabe and ryan hadn't been yet, so the two were looking forward to a good game of hockey on saturday and spending the rest of it with their best friend.

luckily, samy was able to easily follow the overhead signs straight towards the exit. it was helpful that they didn't have any bags to pickup and just flew with carry-ons. when the three made it to the already long pickup line, their eyes scanned for will's bronco.

"i see him!" gabe pointed towards a tall blonde and brunette leaning against the car waving their hands. a grin spread across each of their faces as they made their way towards will. he met them in the middle, hugging samy first.

"hi, it's so good to see you here again," the blonde squeezed her torso, a large grin on his features.

"i missed you. it's good to see you too," the brunette hummed and quickly pecked his lips before gabe and ryan started arguing for their turn to hug will.

she stepped aside to let them have their turns, hugging macklin in the meantime. "hey hughesy, long time no see," the younger brunette chuckled.

"back at ya, mack," she ruffled up his hair and caught a glimpse of the other three boys group hugging one another. the sight brought another smile to her lips seeing them reunite and the genuine happiness on their expressions.

"jeez, i can't believe you live here now, smitty. you got it good," ryan patted his shoulder.

"i could get used to the warmth. it's like 40° in boston or something," gabe shared the sentiments and the wide smile on will's lips made samy's heart explode with joy.

"welcome to luxury for the weekend. let's get in before some car honks at me," will pulled everyone back to the car where he helped get everyone's luggage into the back.

"shit, this is fucking nice. you wanna share some of this with us?" ryan patted the side of will's car, admiring how sleek and pristine it looked compared to his mom's suv they all used to drive around in michigan.

"we can split 50/50," the blonde teased.

"you're gonna be living in luxury future mrs. smith," gabe commented as they climbed into the car, samy obviously getting the front while the other three squeezed themselves into the back.

both samy and will's cheeks flushed hearing gabe call her "mrs. smith." she glanced over at her boyfriend who smiled sweetly at her, reaching over to squeeze her hand. hearing mrs. smith sent crazy butterflies through his chest because he could not wait until the day it was finally true.

"ew get a room," macklin called when he watched their exchange and his friend's large blush.

"fuck off," will mumbled earning a joint laughter from everyone. samy just squeezed his hand back telling him she didn't mind the teasing while also shooting a glance back to macklin who just shrugged.

they pulled out of the pickup line, escaping anyone beeping at them to get moving. will got onto the main road and the two boys in the back suddenly became amazed at how summery everything looked still despite it being in the middle of december. the palm trees stood tall and the warmer breeze felt so refreshing on their skin compared to the harsh boston wind on the other side of the country. samy drew her window down so even more breeze could come through and her hair quickly flew back against the seat. will's gaze swept over her figure, a glowing wave of happiness on his features having his girlfriend and best friends in the city he called home for the weekend.

"so what are the plans for this weekend?" ryan wondered.

"well the game's on saturday, but tomorrow we have all day to do whatever you guys want. some of my teammates wanna meet you all. you especially," will nudged his girlfriend's hand.

"me?" she raised her eyebrow.

"you're the talk of the locker room. eklund and bordeleau especially wanna meet you," macklin explained from the back and the youngest hughes' cheeks flushed.

"wow, i'm flattered they wanna meet me," the girl chuckled.

"they gotta make sure the wifey is up to their standards," gabe snickered and nudged her shoulder. she rolled her eyes a bit, wondering where this whole "wife" thing was coming from.

"also the fact that you were a hockey pro in your past life and with your brothers being in town tomorrow they wanna meet all of you guys," macklin added.

it was shaping up to be a very special weekend in the silicon valley. the devils were coming to san jose for the redemption match from a few weeks ago and the sharks were eager to prove themselves to their fans in the sap center on saturday night. having the devils in town meant 3/4 of the hughes siblings were gonna all be together and will couldn't be more excited to have some of his closest people at an arm's length for the first time in awhile. samy, too, was excited to see jack and luke who she hasn't seen since summer ended. it was really gonna feel like a michigan summer for three days.

"hey, wait, can we make a detour to the beach?" ryan quickly spoke up when he caught glimpses of the billboards that had the beaches plastered all over them that made him instantly think of sinking his feet into the warm sand and splashing around in the ocean.

"you wanna go to the beach?" will caught his friend's gaze through the rearview.

"i know it's out of the way but i haven't been to the beach in so long. come on," the brunette encouraged.

"i mean, okay. i don't have my swimsuit or anything, but sure," the blonde chuckled and quickly shifted lanes to take the exit towards santa cruz.

"who cares? we've made you jump into water with your clothes on," ryan laughed and will remembered fondly the time he jumped into someone's pool fully clothed on a dare.

"mind you that was my pool," samy cut in and the boys grinned.

"all the more reason then," will took the exit towards santa cruz.

it added another 45 minutes to the drive, but it was worth when as soon as will parked the car on one of the side roads ryan and gabe were rushing towards the water. will let out a laugh as he let them go ahead. "come on," samy urged, tugging her boyfriend's hand as they followed after them.

with it being december, the sand was the perfect temperate on their feet. it wasn't too hot like it usually would be during the summer where they couldn't even stand on the sand without having shoes on. gabe and ryan's shoes and clothes were lost the closer they got the the water and by the time samy, will, and macklin made it down, the two were splashing each other in nothing but their shorts. a laughed escaped the three's lips watching their friends tackle one another.

"i'll race you guys," samy said as she began stripping herself of her own clothes, not caring about being in her bra and underwear in the middle of the beach. will's eyes went wide when her top came off and her pants quickly followed. he swallowed thickly seeing her in nothing but her underwear. macklin didn't hesitate joining her though.

"last one in is a rotten egg!" macklin exclaimed and ran off ahead.

will quickly snapped out of his slight daze to rid himself of his shirt and pants, racing down behind his girlfriend and macklin. he tried reaching out for samy, but she was faster and made it into the water before will could get his hands on her. he admitted his defeat of being the last one in.

"loser gets splashed!" gabe exclaimed and immediately kicked water in will's direction. the others followed suit and the poor blonde was drenched in seconds.

"okay, okay," he called for them to stop, wiping his face off.

"god, i could live here forever," ryan fell onto his back like a starfish as he floated atop the light waves.

the blonde's gaze fell to samy again and this time he was able to reach her and bring her into his arms. she giggled at his quick affection and the longing look in his eyes he directed at her. "what?" she hummed, flushing as she watched his gaze dip below her face towards the rest of her bare skin and then back up.

"nothing. i'm glad you're here. i love you," will leaned down to kiss the top of her head and squeeze her hip.

"i love you too. can't wait to see you play in your home arena," she brushed some of his now loose, wet curls away from his forehead.

"mhm, i can't wait to see you up in the stands. i've missed seeing you there," it was still a hard adjustment for will to go from having samy at every single one of his games for two years to her not being there at all unless she visited. he always thought she brought him good luck whenever she was there.

"i've missed being there," she lifted herself onto her tiptoes to give a wet kiss to his cheek. the blonde blushed and tugged her even closer into his side like if he let go she'd disappear.

"guys, what did we talk about. no pda around us," macklin teased again and the couple flushed. samy stepped out of her boyfriend's grasp much to his dismay and reluctance to let her go, a small frustrated sigh leaving his lips.

"you get used to it," gabe chuckled, winking towards his friends. "i spent every night listening to them on the phone together last year."

"hey, you got to talk to me everyday," samy argued a bit.

"you're right, i did and i enjoyed getting to say hi to you every night," the dark-haired boy agreed.

the five spent another fifteen minutes splashing around before deciding they should head back or else mrs. marleau would start thinking they got lost on their way back to the house. will managed to find some old towels in the back that everyone dried themselves off with.

"thanks for this, smitty. that was fun," ryan said once they were back in the car.

"of course. glad i could fill your beach desires," the blonde smiled and got them back on the highway towards san jose.

for the rest of the ride back up to the silicon valley, the five filled the car ride with everything that's happened so far. gabe and ryan told stories of all the parties, the girls, the games, and the classes which definitely made will and macklin miss being in boston as college students. the rookies went back and forth talking about san jose so far, but all of it were things already talked about through facetime or over the phone. they started talking about world juniors coming up and ryan's possible captaincy.

"dude, you're totally gonna get it. no doubt about it," macklin added and the others agreed. they knew how hard ryan's worked all year in addition to being alternate for boston this season, there was a really good chance he would make it and gabe would be an alternate.

"don't jinx it guys. they won't announce it for another few weeks," the brunette shook his head a bit while also brushing off the praise because on the inside he was really excited and confident he'd get captain.

"jinx it? it's basically in the bag, lean. you're gonna get it," will laughed and the topic of world juniors got all of them talking about who they thought would win the tournament this year.

the marleau home was about to be completely full this weekend with ten people in the house, but christina and patrick didn't mind. they loved having friendly faces in their space and any friend of will's was a friend of theirs. the boys were excited to talk to patrick about his experience in the nhl knowing he'd have great advice for them whenever they made their transition.

after dropping macklin back off, the four of them were greeted similarly to how samy was greeted when she came three weeks ago. patrick was off the couch and christina came out from the hallway with her boys behind her.

"ryan leonard and gabe petreault, it's great to finally meet you both. i've heard so many good things," patrick hugged each of them.

"we were worried you guys got lost on your way back to the house," christina chuckled.

"no, we just had to make a stop at the beach per ryan's request," will explained and the brunette grinned making the family laugh.

"ah, that makes more sense. i can tell you guys are a bit wet," christina observed the four's damp hair.

"thank you so much for having us this weekend. it's an honor to stay in your home," gabe cut in with a grin, waving a hi to the younger sons.

"of course. our home is your home this weekend. we figured it would work out perfectly since the six of us will be at grandparents tomorrow night into sunday, so we won't be in your way or anything," christina greeted each of them with a hug as well once patrick finished his hellos.

"well, thank you again. we appreciate it a lot," ryan echoed gabe's sentiments.

"you guys play for boston college, right?" brody wondered and the older boys nodded.

"we do. you thinking about going there?" ryan asked and he chuckled when the younger marleau flushed and glanced at his dad like he knew.

"it's whatever you decide, bud," patrick chuckled too and reached over to squeeze his son's shoulder.

"well, if you ever have questions, we're the guys to ask, but you probably already asked smitty all that already," gabe pointed to the blonde behind him who rolled his eyes a bit.

"i'll show you guys where you'll sleep," will motioned towards the stairs to lead everyone to their rooms. the marleau house was huge, so everyone had their own rooms plus two guest rooms. the second one was where gabe and ryan would be sleeping.

"shit, this is nice. you're living the good life here," ryan jumped onto the bed and the mattress sunk in around him.

"i better not hear you guys going at it," gabe teased the couple still lingering in the doorway. ryan snickered but the other two flushed in embarrassment.

"i'll rake that as my cue to leave. i'll let you guys catch up some more," samy quickly laughed off their teasing before disappearing to will's room to put her things down.

will eyed his friends once she was gone while ryan and gabe just shrugged, "what? i guess some things never change," gabe smiled.

"you guys are so immature," the blonde shook his head.

"how've you been though? good? sharks good?" ryan became somewhat serious for a second which always seemed to happen after a good laugh.

"yeah, it's been really good. i mean..it's my dream—our dream?—come true. i love it," will admitted becoming a bit sappy, but the boys smiled wider nonetheless.

"i mean it looks like the dream, man. you're a fucking california star with your new bronco and cool ass mentor to stay with for the season," the brunette got up to rough up his friend's shoulders like any best friend would. gabe shared the sentiments.

"we're proud of you, you know. this is all really great," their words warmed will's heart. he worried a lot that he left boston too soon, but he was glad his old line mates didn't think he made the wrong choice.

"you and hughesy still doing good?" ryan lowered his voice a little.

"yeah, we're good. we've been adjusting well and i'm glad i've gotten to see her so many times already," will nodded.

"good, glad to hear that. we think she's been doing better at managing everything, so don't worry about that. we got her back," the hockey player appreciated hearing his friends say that. he still hated being so far away in times that samy picked herself apart for things that didn't even matter, but he felt better knowing his friends were looking after her and the other guys in michigan when he couldn't.

"thanks, i'm glad you do," the three exchanged heartfelt smiles.

"now, enough of being all sappy and cheesy, i want a grand tour of this city," ryan exclaimed making will laugh.

"you got it, lean. i'll show you guys all my favorite places tomorrow," the blonde let the guys unpack and settle themselves in. he stuck his head back into his room where samy had changed into drier clothes. she smiled seeing her boyfriend.

"hi," she grinned.

"hi, sorry about the teasing. i guess they haven't given it up yet," will laughed, but the girl shook her head.

"please, you should know i don't care anymore. they're funny," samy assured and that made the boy smile. he was glad things like teasing from the guys didn't ever bother her.

now that they were alone, will took that as his opportunity to take her back into his arms. he shuffled closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, a bright smile on his features.

"i feel like a really lucky guy with how many times i've been able to see you," will hummed.

"i'm really lucky i get to see you too. i'm glad we made this happen with them. i know you really wanted it to," she pushed some of will's stray curls away again and he flushed under her touch.

"thank you for being so persistent with it and working it out for us. it probably never would've happened if it was just us planning," they shared a heartfelt laugh. it was true. will, ryan, and gabe sucked at planning anything when it came to trying to hang out.

"you're funny, will, but you're welcome. i know i already said this but i'm really looking forward to watching you play tomorrow," her words erupted more butterflies through the boy's chest along with a hot blush from his neck to the tips of his ears.

"wouldn't want it any other way having you guys here," the blonde leaned down to place a better kiss to samy's lips. she reached up to meet him in the middle.

a soft hum escaped will's lips at the feeling of his girlfriend's lips against his. even though they just saw one another three weeks ago, he'd never get tired of kissing her pretty lips and the feeling it created in his body after being apart. samy shifted so her hand was on the back of will's neck pushing him closer. the hockey player tightened his grip on her hip in response, wanting her as close as physically possible.

will began losing himself in the kiss. his other hand tangled in samy's hair not really caring that it was still wet or the fact that he hadn't changed out of his semi damp clothes still. anytime he could get his lips on samy's it was hard to pull him away.

however, a knock pulled them apart. they whipped around and saw ryan and gabe lingering in the doorway that will forgot to close the door to. a large blush spread across both of their faces.

"shit, sorry. maybe we should count how many times we catch you guys in the act," gabe teased.

"what do you want?" will wondered.

"just coming to bother you guys," ryan came further into the room, jumping onto the bed like he did in the other room.

"typical," samy giggled.

"if only all the other guys were here then it'd really feel like a reunion," gabe hummed and a slight frown appeared on will's face. he felt bad that the other guys couldn't make it out, but he knew the marleau's would not have room to house all eight of them.

"maybe when i'm moved back into my own apartment i'll have everyone over," will said.

the guys liked that idea. as much as will was annoyed at them for interrupting his moment with samy again, he liked seeing the happiness on each of their faces as they settled into will's room to spend more time together. it felt like one of those summer days where after a long day on the boat, everyone would crowd into one room to just talk, and considering will probably wouldn't see gabe and ryan until next summer, he decided to enjoy the moment. he joined them on the bed, opening his arms up for samy to climb in next to him. ryan sat on the other side while gabe hung off the end. the two boys were like little kids going their parents' rooms at night to bother them before bed.

—

everyone was up fairly early the next morning, or early in will's eyes and late in everyone else's because they were still on central and eastern time so it technically wasn't late to samy, ryan, and gabe. the four got an early start knowing they had a lot to do with seeing the city and then catching dinner with jack and luke later when they landed.

of course, will picked up macklin on the way. the younger brunette climbed into the car with a smile. "morning everyone," he cheered.

they rode into the city where samy was already familiar with the strip of shops and tall buildings. will parked on one of the side streets, digging out his credit card to pay for parking before they all took off. samy slipped in faster, her card going through before will could pay. he snapped his gaze towards her.

"baby, you didn't have to pay," he immediately protested as samy grabbed the receipt.

"you paid way too much for me last time so i'm returning the favor," she argued with a little smile.

"you don't have to do that. you know i don't care," will countered but the girl shook her head.

"i love you," she pecked his lips and hurried to catch up with the others.

the five walked up and down the main street where gabe and ryan poked their heads into almost every store. samy had her camera out to catch all the candids that would most definitely make their random contract/photo dump posting.

"do you think i should buy this?" ryan wondered while trying on a pair of sunglasses. they were big and square which took up almost half of his face.

"for sure, lean. you look great," macklin chuckled and the others agreed.

"i'm sure julianne would love them on you," samy teased and the brunette rolled his eyes as he put them back on the rack.

"oh, i think samy should get this," gabe grabbed ahold of a shirt that said "i love #2." will's cheeks flushed but samy quickly grinned.

"wait i should. i can wear it tomorrow night," the girl looked at her boyfriend who was a blushing mess.

"you'll definitely catch the attention with that," ryan teased as well. samy was serious about buying the shirt. she grabbed her size off the rack and went straight to the register while will just tried hiding his face of the deep blush that crept onto it.

he still got hot with blush anytime samy showed up wearing something that told people she was his because if anything, he thought it should be the other way around and people should know he was hers.

"i think we should all buy them. we can twin," gabe went to grab one for himself with ryan quickly following. will just shook his head, but smiled nonetheless.

they continued on once the three of them had their shirts. will showed them all of his favorite spots in the city so far, the places him and macklin went to get lunch, the places their other teammates took them after a good game.

ryan and gabe marveled in the warmth and the beauties of the silicon valley. they looked like dads whenever they pulled their phones out to take pictures of the scenery. will hung back letting his friends take the lead and explore whatever they wanted to. samy eventually dropped back to check in with him where he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"you doing good?" she wondered.

"perfect. you?" he asked and the girl nodded.

"same. perfect," they shared a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek. samy's never seen her boyfriend look so weightless like he didn't have any stress on his shoulders or anything. it was probably because hanging out with ryan and gabe was easing any of the anxieties he was feeling about the game tomorrow.

will took a hold of her camera to flip it around. he wanted a selfie of them, using his longer arms to get both of them in frame. the girl smiled widely while will turned to kiss her cheek as he took the picture. when the preview came up on the screen they both grinned.

by the time they finished exploring, it was time to meet luke and jack at the restaurant they discussed beforehand. the brothers were already inside, waving when they caught sight of the group coming in. samy rushed forward to greet her brothers, both of them standing to scoop her into their arms.

"hi squirt. good to see you," jack cheered.

"it's so good to see you guys too," samy smiled.

"wow you already look tan," luke laughed as he noticed his sister's already darker complexion.

"lean, gp, celly, smitty, good to see all of you," jack dapped up each of the boys followed by luke.

"thanks for catching dinner with us," will said, pulling out samy's seat for her as they finally sat down.

"wouldn't ever pass up an opportunity to see our sister. it's crazy we're all here at the same time. i feel like it's summer right now," luke pinched samy's arm where she swatted his hand away.

"i was just saying that. i could get used to this warm weather," ryan laughed.

the boys quickly filled the conversation with hockey which samy expected. it was a good thing she liked it as much as them to talk about it the entire dinner. will's hand stayed on her thigh most of the time as his small reminder to him and herself that he was beside her. neither of them were huge on pda, but the little things liked that were enjoyable because they could still be close without making someone comment on it. the blonde occasionally watched his girlfriend interact with everyone, loving the relationship she had with her brothers and everyone else. she never missed a beat when they poked about hockey or talked about soccer. god, he was so lucky.

when the waiter came back around to ask if checks were going to be separate or all one, will immediately began to speak, but jack beat him to it.

"all one, thanks," the older hughes brother grinned.

"wait, you don't have to pay for us," ryan cut in before anyone could mention it.

"i don't mind. call it our treat," jack nudged luke's arm who nodded.

"jack," samy began but the boy shook his head. he wasn't gonna take any more protests about paying. the two brothers were feeling joyful with it being the holidays soon and paying for everyone's dinner was the least they could do.

"thank you, man. i appreciate it," will said and everyone else echoed his words.

"no problem. maybe this will act as a peace treaty when we beat you again tomorrow," jack always liked starting a little friendly fire. gabe and ryan oohed while will and macklin just shook their heads.

the waiter came back around with the check. jack quickly took out his card and handed it right back to her to ring it up, not even thinking twice. the others smiled.

when everything was fully paid for, everyone said their goodbyes until tomorrow. "see ya tomorrow, squirt. mom said she wanted a picture of all of us at some point, so we'll find you," luke said and the girl nodded.

when everyone got back to the house they were pretty tired from the day so a movie night in was quickly decided. with the marleau family gone for the weekend, they had the entire living room to themselves. samy put on her new shirt and when she came back out of the bathroom, will was blushing from head to toe again. he drank in her entire appearance that was only her new shirt and her little sleep shorts, subconsciously licking his lips.

"you like it?" the brunette giggled when she saw her boyfriend's lustful expression.

"you drive me up the wall," will mumbled, bringing her flush against his chest again.

"do i now?" she taunted a bit making the rookie curse to himself. he latched his lips back onto hers, not being able to control his urge to kiss her.

she reciprocated his actions, opening her mouth further for his tongue to fight its way in. like always, will's hands wandered across her hips—a feeling of possessiveness washing over him knowing she would be wearing this shirt tomorrow in front of all the fans in the arena. will was never one to be jealous or possessive all the time, but sometimes he got these little moments like right now where all he could think about was how proud he was gonna feel when everyone knew jack and luke's little sister was his girlfriend.

"we should get back downstairs," samy mumbled when they pulled apart for a second. both of their chests rose and fell against one another, panting for air.

"they'll be fine without us for twenty minutes," the blonde mumbled, pulling the girl back to his lips in another feverish kiss.

when they did eventually make it downstairs, ryan and gabe gave both of them a look that definitely told the couple they knew. gabe held up five fingers towards ryan and mouthed "you owe me $5 now," because they 100% betted on what was taking will and samy so long to join them.

—

the sap center was crowded and electric when the three made it inside after will dropped them off around the front. a few fans recognized the trio, immediately wanting autographs or a picture. samy loved taking photos with fans, so she was all for it, especially in their matching "i love #2" shirts.

"let's find our seats," ryan insisted once they were done talking with fans. he led them into the rink where the sharks were warming up. will, who had been looking for them to come in, caught samy's eye and waved her down.

"will wants to see us," she tugged on ryan's arm.

the brunette glanced down at the blonde who was waving them over. they turned around to get themselves down to the floor. will skated up to the open door, lifting his helmet up as he grinned. a few other guys skated after will that wasn't macklin.

"hey, my teammates wanted to say hi. you've been the talk since i mentioned you were coming," the blonde explained and his other teammates lifted up their helmets as well.

"will eklund. that's tom bordeleau. we've heard a lot about you," the older blonde stuck his hand out to shake samy's hand and then gabe and ryan.

"i've heard. nice to meet you guys," samy grinned.

"i like the shirts. didn't know pup had so many fans," tom teased a bit and nudged will's arm who blushed.

"we're his #1 fans if you couldn't tell," the girl giggled.

"oh we can tell. super cool meeting you hughes and gabe and ryan. we'll catch up some more after the game," eklund and bordeleau grinned as they skated back onto the ice.

"i'll see you guys after," will leaned forward to press a quick kiss to samy's lips. he bumped fists with gabe and ryan before skating back on to finish warmups.

ryan led them back to their seats a few rows up behind the glass. the brunette searched for her brothers and found them over by the bench. luke was also looking for his sister in the stands. he found all of them and quickly waved towards the three. they waved back.

"damn, i forgot how crazier this is than college hockey," gabe muttered as he took in the arena's excessive amount of seats and fans lining each one of them.

"it feels the same to me but bigger," ryan said with a chuckle.

"are you gonna end up getting one of those wag jackets?" gabe teased a bit, nudging the girl's arm beside him. she flushed.

"very funny."

"hey, you're gonna be a wifey, so you might as well embrace it," ryan added.

"not anytime soon though. i wanna at least finish college," the girl said.

"you guys are gonna have a huge wedding party. six of us plus your brothers plus whoever else will wants?" all samy did was shake her head not wanting to think that far ahead yet. she wasn't even twenty.

the three made mindless conversation until the lights dimmed and the announcers got ready to introduce the players as they came out of the shark tunnel which was samy's personal favorite of the home games. will skated out first and the three were on their feet screaming his name like crazy. the blonde waved up at them before he slid into line. macklin came out after and they screamed again for the second rookie.

"that's our rookie!!" gabe screamed down to them.

"we love #2!" ryan joined in.

will blushed like crazy hearing them yell for him while getting eyes from the other players. eklund reached over to nudge his shoulder, a knowing smirk on his lips. the devils came out a few minutes later, some devils fans cheering for them but it was mostly boos in the stands.

the game got underway fast once they played the national anthem. will was on the ice with his line first, the lower bowl on their feet screaming and cheering for the white and teal players.

it felt like old times back when they were in the dev program arena or the conte forum and samy was cheering will on as he flew across the ice with the puck. she followed his number 2 with her eyes, cheering when he made a successful pass or received one from his linemate.

"come on smitty!" ryan called, his rowdiness already starting to show.

the youngest hughes bounced between watching her boyfriend and watching her brothers who definitely knew how to push will out of his comfort zone. it helped that they've played together before, but luke and jack were a powerhouse when it came to being on the ice together. they weaved between the sharks like bullets, adding a few pushes and shoves as they went.

"damn, they're fast," gabe mumbled.

"will knows how they play, or at least he knows how luke plays. they're gonna wanna push him out of his comfort zone," samy explained exactly what the two brothers started doing. luke got himself up close and personal to will, trying to get the puck from him without shoving the younger blonde too hard.

the older brunette had the upper hand and took the puck back. he passed back down the ice towards the other goal leaving will to chase after him.

a wash of nostalgia hit samy as she watched her brothers and boyfriend battle it out together. memories from when they were little flashed in her mind of the same image of luke and jack playing against will on the ice. they always used to be a little meaner to the two of them because they wanted them to grow their skill and become meaner as well. samy knew that was what her brothers were trying to do now.

"come on, come on, come on," ryan muttered under his breath wanting will to score a goal. he was getting closer, but the devils were obviously tough players.

both teams went the whole period without scoring. the sharks had definitely stepped it up since their last game and were trying to make the devils work for a point.

"you guys need anything?" ryan wondered during the first intermission. samy and gabe shook their heads.

"okay, well i'm gonna grab a drink. text me if you do end up wanting something," the brunette said and disappeared towards the food court.

"how've you been?" gabe wondered when it was just them. samy snapped her gaze to him, "i'm good. better."

the dark-haired boy smiled, "i'm glad to hear that. talking with your coaches went okay? you started talking to someone?"

"yeah, yeah. coach klein was actually really glad i came and said something to her and she was sorry i felt that way. i talked to my parents more too and we found someone that i can start talking with every other week. it's been good," the girl elaborated. relief flooded gabe hearing that. he'd been really worried about her, so he was glad to hear she was doing a lot better.

"that makes me happy to hear. don't forget we're always a call away too," the boy said and she nodded.

"i know, thanks, g."

ryan returned a few minutes later just before the second period began. he came back with some soda, offering some of it to them even though they said they didn't want any. gabe took a sip and then so did samy, appreciating his offer.

the players were back on the ice minutes later and the heightened energy quickly returned. the three were on their feet again as will zoomed by their section hoping for a goal this period.

luke was the only one on at the moment. he guarded the goal area fiercely, ready to push back against will's advances. samy's gaze constantly flicked between him and her boyfriend, wondering if will would be able to get past him.

macklin was back on the ice so now both rookies were working to score the first goal of the night. samy's eyes darted between all three boys down there rooting for will and mack while also rooting for her brothers. it was always hard when people saw her cheering for one team and then the other seconds later.

the blonde flew around the bend of the rink, avoiding a hit from one of the devils as he passed down to macklin. the brunette took ahold of the puck, deciding to take his chances with shooting. the little puck flew past luke's stick and the goalies right into the back of the net. the air horns blew and samy jumped up in excitement. everyone else on the arena screamed out while the boys quickly celebrated the first goal.

"let's go mack!" gabe cheered. the brunette pumped his fists into the air and then skated towards around the glass to get everyone to cheer for him again.

for the rest of the 2nd period and the 3rd, the sharks stayed at 1 point and the devils didn't score which meant the sharks had their redemption. samy cheered for will and his team while also sympathizing with her brothers' team. ryan led them back towards the front lobby knowing all of the boys probably had a bunch of press to do before they reunited.

samy got caught up with some fans again as they were leaving the arena. ryan and gabe gladly helped take pictures and even get some of their own with the few that recognized them. things started clearing out a bit more after twenty minutes now that it was just wives and other friends waiting for the players to come back out.

will appeared about twenty more minutes later. he was showered and back in his christmas sweater that he walked in wearing over his dress shirt. samy grinned, opening her arms to hug him. the blonde wrapped his arms around her torso, spinning her around slightly.

"congrats on the win, #2. super proud of you," the girl cheered.

"i told you, you were my good luck charm," the blonde kissed the bridge of her nose. he set her down to greet gabe and ryan again.

"awesome game, smitty. you killed it out there," gabe exclaimed. while the boys caught up, jack and luke came into the main lobby, spotting samy.

"hey! we gotta run, but we wanted to grab a photo with you guys before we left," jack hugged his sister first.

"okay, it was good seeing you two. i'll see you again in like a week," the brunette grinned as she hugged luke next.

"yeah, we'll be home," luke smiled.

"we can take your photo if you want," gabe offered to the siblings who appreciated the gesture.

"we want one with all of you too," jack said as they squeezed themselves together. gabe took a few, handing it back so they could examine them.

"awww cute. mom will love that," samy smiled. they found someone to take a photo of all of them and then jack and luke hurried out of the arena to catch their bus back to the hotel.

macklin finally came out from the back with eklund and bordeleau behind him. "hey, we wanted to properly say hi to you guys," the other will explained.

"you guys killed it out there tonight. i was thoroughly impressed," gabe began with a smile.

"thanks man. it was definitely a tough game, but i'm glad we pulled away with a win," tom grinned as well.

"all thanks to this kid," will patted mack's back who flushed.

"hey, it was nothing guys," the younger brunette laughed.

"so we hear you're a national title holder now," eklund nudged samy's arm, turning the conversation to her.

"first national title. it was super cool," the soccer player chuckled, still reeling from all of the excitement that last weekend was.

"damn, w-2 really has it all then doesn't he? the skill, the friends, the girl. i'm kind of jealous," tom brushed up will's hair. the blonde blushed for probably the hundredth time that weekend, watching the way samy's lips lifted into another grin.

he was so in love with her.

"we should probably head out soon, but i'll catch you guys later," the hockey player broke out of his daze knowing it was getting late and everyone was exhausted from the game.

"of course. we'll catch you guys later. it was a pleasure meeting you three," tom nodded towards samy, gabe, and ryan before heading out the side door. will led the way to his car.

it was a fairly silent ride home just because of how tired everyone was and eager to finally lay in bed. they wished macklin a goodnight and then got back on the road towards the marleau house.

"great game again, smitty. see ya in the morning," ryan patted his friend's back before heading upstairs.

"see you guys in the morning," will chuckled. his gaze slid to samy's who raised her eyebrow when they met eyes.

"so what'd you think?" the blonde wondered as the couple lingered downstairs for a few more minutes.

"of what?" the girl wondered.

"everything, i guess?" as samy knew, will always had to make sure he had her approval because he valued her opinion so much. she giggled. "i really liked them. they were nice," she referred to his teammates.

"that's probably the tamest they've ever been," will admitted with a low laugh.

"i could tell. did you tell them to behave or something?" samy leaned back into the couch for a moment. the hockey player quickly joined her.

"i may have said something a few days ago when i said you were coming to visit again."

"i liked them, don't worry. you played really well tonight. i was impressed," the girl told him honestly which burned a smile into the boy's lips.

"luke and jack kind of tore into me, but i expected it. i knew they were trying to push me."

"yeah, i could tell too, but you handled them well," they shared a sweet smile.

"i'm really, really glad you came this weekend. i had a lot of fun. i mean i always have fun whenever we're together," will said again even though he's said this a hundred times already. the girl flushed.

"well you don't have to miss me too hard this time because i'll see you in cape cod for christmas," samy rested her head on will's shoulder even though they probably should've headed upstairs to change and lay in his actual bed. the couch was also just so comfortable.

"i can't wait to be back in massachusetts for a few days," will hummed, leaning his head against hers.

as suspected, they fell asleep like that—will in his suit and samy in her jeans. it wasn't until will woke up three hours later and realized they were still downstairs that he nudged samy awake and helped her upstairs so they could be more comfortable in his bed.

they hardly changed into their pajamas before crashing back onto the bed. samy quickly snuggled into her boyfriend's side where will pulled her so close there wasn't any space left between them. he pecked the top of her head.

"love you," he mumbled sleepily.

"love you, too," samy sighed, sleeping until they needed to be up and back at the airport the next day.

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cranberryjuice-posts · 11 months ago

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Okay so like hear me out.

Reader went on a quest years ago when her and Clarisse were still young and they went missing/were pronounced dead. But in reality they got stuck in the Lotus Casino so when Chiron sent some campers to retrieve campers that he already knew were stuck there they found the supposedly “dead” reader playing in the arcade.

Reader goes back to camp and finds Clarisse after all these years and returns like some weapon or smth that Clarisse gave them so they could defend themselves. (Reader obviously aged somehow so theres no weird age gap or smth)

- harness your hopes -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Reader

An - i tried to find a way to write this without a plot hole since in the lotus hotel you don’t age key example nico di-Angelo so I hope this helps some 😭😭

“It’s Vegas”

“No it’s the best place in America. AND! And they have legal gambling” you laughed walking along side clarisse down the streets of Las Vegas.

Being placed on a mission together you both had an older saytr leading. Your main assignment was to locate a demigod that was near by and to help return them to camp safely.

Brushing your hands against clarisses you blushed some, it was just a dumb crush. You were 13 and so was she anything that could between you both was just pointless. Contrasting your thoughts however clarisse slowly reached over taking your hand.

The saytr guide gave you both a teasing face causing clarisse to pull her hand away embarrassed. As the guide chuckled turning back to lead the way you patted your cheeks trying to make the burning feeling go away.

After about an hour you all decided on getting lunch. While just waiting outside with clarisse she tapped your shoulder making you look at her.

“Here.. I saw your dagger got broken in our last fight so have mine” she tried hard to play it off but you could tell she was really just trying to show a form of love.

“Thanks” you happily smiled taking the blade back. Looking down at the blade you could see in the reflection clarisse looking Away embarrassed. Cute

It was weird.

One minute you were running away from a hippalectryon, next you were laying on the ground with a glowing wolf over you? Then you woke up in a casino like hotel.

The following week felt unreal, gambling every once in a while. Finding other demigods and running around with them, meeting some kids who said the Roman gods were real? Weird. Even becoming friends with this small kid named nico who un-ironically liked mythomagic just as much as you.

Being so caught up in the moment you hadn’t realized your body and mind growing. On Monday you were happy to eat a tub of ice cream all day while most people treated you like a kid, on Tuesday you were schooling some little kid on why he shouldn’t cheat in games and the older demigods you had seen before suddenly invited you to hangout with them.

Sitting in the lounging area you saw a familiar set of bright orange shirts paired with some of your friends you had just met. Quickly getting up you jogged over. “Hey! Wait up!” Finally standing before them your happy face turned to confusion. “Chris..?”

The Chris you suddenly Remembered had been 14 and recently shaved his head as he lost a bet now.. he looked older, way more muscular than before and for some reason he seemed more mature.

“Holy shit” he spoke shocked. Almost scared he reached out grabbing your shoulders. “What’s your name” he cautiously spoke.

“Yn Chris when did you get so old” you shoved his hands off of you. You had been gone a week not a lifetime.

“Are You dead?” He asked earning him an unamused look from you. Placing your hands on your hips you gave a heavy sigh. “No I’m not dead why are you asking”

“Because you’ve been dead for three years”

…

What..

—

The ride back to camp was weird. While Travis and Connor drove the truck back to camp you talked with Chris as he updated you and all the campers with you that in-fact everyone was trapped with the lotus eaters.

Though what confused him and everyone else was how you were able to age and mature like a normal person.

Pulling your dagger out from your side you studied it ashamed. So much time passed without you.. your siblings grew up, the camp evolved, it was like you didn’t even belong in this timeline. Shining the celestial bronze blade a sudden memory came back to you.

A girl named clarisse came back to you. A girl named clarisse who you loved, came back to you. With that all the flustered emotions of a young teenager followed suit as well.

Stepping inside to camp a familiar sense of comfort washed over you. Three years later and the damn place still hadn’t changed.

Though the walk though camp was awkward to say the least. All your friends were 16/17 now and there was so many new kids and dead ones that it was honestly a lot.

Eventually you found yourself sitting in the Aphrodite cabin with silena, leaning on her bed laughing like it was old times.

“You know what!” The daughter Aphrodite smiled leaning over the side. “There’s a certain lesbian here who misses you”

“Who” You chuckled slowly remembering everything. Silena looked at you with a knowing look. “Wait clarisse?! No no she doesn’t— we never liked each other like that” you laughed trying to play it off.

“Then I guess it won’t be weird for you to go meet up with her right now”

After a silent back and forth you caved in standing up. “Fine! I’ll go see her but we’re just friends” You warned leaving the cabin.

Jogging into the arena you had to take a moment to appreciate what you saw in-front of you. 5’10 and lean just swinging her spear around with a concentrated look plastered on her face. Even even she was taking her anger out clarisse was still beautiful.

She stuck her spear into the sand and started tying her curly hair back. Placing her hands on her hips she let out a heavy sigh just letting the energy fall away from her body.

Slowly walking towards her you cleared your throat nervous… justtt friends that’s what you were. “Hey..” you managed.

Instantly she looked over stunner and a little embarrassed. Clarisse didn’t move, didnt even speak. She opened her mouth for only a second before just closing it again not sure what to say.

Deciding to take the first step you gently patted your sides. Pulling the dagger from your side you held it out. “I figured I don’t need it anymore so I should return it-“

“Keep it” she quickly spoke. “Sorry.. I’m just, it’s been a long time” a tired breath left her lips causing you to blush slightly.

“Right..“ placing the blade away you looked back up deciding that maybe just standing in silence was the best think to do.

What felt like an eternity soon came to an end when clarisse decided to finally speak up. “Can we.. can we hangout tommorow” she slowly asked.

Nodding your head adamantly you smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

———

“Shut up it did not feel like a week” clarisse laughed walking around the forest with you. For majority if the day you both had just spent time together, almost like a date.

Now with the moon rising you both decided to finish the hangout off with a walk in the woods. “It did” you giggled. “I swear to the gods I was only there for a week”

She just rolled her eyes. “Must of been nice” she mumbled shaking her head. Confused you chuckled back. “What do you mean?”

“Well you didn’t have to spend three years thinking the first girl you ever actually fell in love with was dead and having to find some way to continue yourself that leaving her to bleed out after she protected you from dying wasn’t yourself and was the right thing to do”

You stopped walking and just looked up at clarisse. “You love me”

She looked back at you and just shrugged her shoulders. She was completely different from the dumb childhood crush you had. Slowly you grabbed clarisses arm and took her hand into yours. Looking down you smiled as she was wearing one of your favorite rings.

“I don’t remember a lot. I don’t know how I ended up in the hotel.. but what I do remember is that throughout my long week stay I always remembered a girl who could effortlessly make me laugh and always made my stomach do flips” a small laugh left your mouth. “Out of everything and everyone I always remembered being in love with you clarisse”

Shyly with her free hand she cupped the side of your face. Brining you close to her she muttered. “Can I Kiss you..”

Laughing some you nodded. “Yeah you can kiss me”

Placing her lips onto yours you couldn’t help b it smile happily. It made you feel warm how some way some how clarisse waited for you. Guess it was a good think to since you had no choice but to wait for her too.

Clarisse - FUCK ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND SUCK IT

YN - babe 😭

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#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #clarisse x female reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you

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wosoimagines · 1 year ago

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You Didn't Know? - Arsenal WFC/Reader

prompt: R is new to Arsenal after proving themselves at the World Cup, but there are a couple of hurdles they have to face before the team fully accepts them.

warnings: none

words: 6497

I will say that I am not deaf or hard of hearing so if there is anything that I've gotten wrong, please let me know so that I can fix it (I tried to do as much research as I could). Anything that represents sign langue is in continuous italics.

Also, this will become a series, so don't worry about needing to ask for a part two because it will be coming. (I think that this has honestly been one of my favorite ideas for a fic ever and I can't wait to continue it)

part two

(Y/N) POV

I grinned as I got out of the car. I wiggled my eyebrows at the camera once I noticed it. Honestly it wasn’t too surprising that Arsenal would be filming my first day here. I didn’t hesitate to greet the people who were waiting for me either.

“(Y/N), it’s really nice to finally meet you,” the woman that I knew as Clare Wheatley greeted me. I quickly shook her hand once she held it out to me. “Congratulations. We’re really happy you’re here.”

“I’m gonna show you around,” the dark-haired woman who was behind Clare spoke up. I sent her a soft smile. “I’m Sadie Ross. I’ll also serve as an interpreter for you should you need one.”

“You know Auslan?” I asked. I didn’t always have the option to take out my cochlear implants here recently. Once Sadie confirmed that she did in fact know Auslan, I couldn’t help the grin that overtook my face. “I use a Northern dialect usually, but I do know the Southern dialect as well.”

“No worries,” Sadie assured me. She moved closer to me before patting my shoulder so I would follow her. “I’ve studied both dialects.”

“Cool.”

I followed Sadie through until we got to the locker rooms where I was given my own Arsenal gear to get changed into. It was obviously just practice gear, but it was nice to be in official gear from my new club.

“It suits you!” Sadie assured me once I stepped out of the locker room.

“I like it!”

“So, we’re going to take you on a tour, show you the grounds, show you your new home,” Sadie said. I couldn’t help but smile as she had started to sign the words she was speaking. “This is obviously the changing room. This is the technical corridor, so we essentially have all of our tech staff in here. Our head coach Jonas in this hall.”

I looked down the hall that Sadie had been talking about. I started to move with Sadie so that I wouldn’t fall behind her.

“If you come down here, this is where the medical section is. Stuff like physiotherapy, massages, cold therapy, all of that sort of stuff will happen here.”

I paid attention as Sadie walked me through where the medical team could be found along with any rooms concerning treatment were. Sadie also showed me where the meeting room was and assured me that she would be at all of our team meetings and regardless of if I had decided to wear my cochlear implants or not, she would be translating everything that was said.

Then we were off to find the gym. This was one of the places that I was most excited to find since I knew I would probably be spending quite a bit of time in the gym. I appreciated that Sadie had also pointed out where each section was.

Soon we were headed outside.

“So, this is where we come out to get to the pitch?”

“Yeah.”

I grinned as Sadie pointed out where the exhibition pitch was. I was sure that I would be out there soon enough. Before long we had made our way to the mess hall that they had. It was there that I met Mikel Arteta.

Sadie had disappeared while Mikel introduced himself to me. Then I got to meet Win. Who immediately had all of my attention as I moved to the floor to play with the dog.

It was ultimately drawn away from Win though as Sadie made a reappearance. I was quick to get to my feet as I took notice of what Sadie had in her hands. I took in the back of the kit that had my number and name on the back.

“Such a beautiful kit,” I said as Sadie handed it over to me. “Honestly, can’t wait to play in it.”

“Come on,” Sadie said with a chuckle. “Let’s get you changed into it.”

I did a little fist pump before the two of us headed out of the mess hall and back to where the changing rooms were. Once I had the kit on, I headed down the hall to the room that Sadie and I had passed earlier.

“How’s it look?” I asked as I entered the room.

“I’d say it’s probably one of the best looking kits you’ve ever worn,” Sadie said. I let out a laugh at that. Honestly, I didn’t have the chance to wear that many different kits. I had left Australia to go to the States to play college football for Stanford. Other than my youth club kits, the only other kits I had been in were with the national team, but those had been more recent. “Not too big or too little?”

Of course, we had to take pictures of me in the kit while I was in front of the logo that was on the wall. It had been one of the moments I had been looking forward to since it was announced that I was signing with Arsenal following my college career and performance at the World Cup. Then I moved to take pictures of me signing my contract.

The rest of my afternoon was filled with a photoshoot in a full kit before we headed to Emirates. It was pretty cool to finally be able to take in the stadium in person considering I had grown up an Arsenal fan. I didn’t mind the photographer that followed me around getting pictures of me exploring Emirates.

We even sat down for a formal interview before Sadie played twenty questions with me so that fans could get to know me better.

“Why Stanford?”

“Why not?” I countered. I laughed as Sadie rolled her eyes. “I dunno why I chose Stanford. I had played with youth clubs, but no one was looking to give me a shot with their senior team in Australia. I was smart enough to get scholarships to attend school in the States. Stanford happened to have open tryouts and I was just really lucky that I was able to impress the coaches there and they ended up giving me a spot on the team.”

“Was it hard?”

“Yeah. I was pretty much all alone in a country I didn’t know and having to constantly prove myself,” I admitted. My time in college, while it had been great, had probably been the worst time of my life so far. “I had to practice all the time while keeping up with my studies and even then, I would barely get playing time. Then we had the 2019 College Cup. I didn’t get a lot of time still, but our coach, Paul Ratcliffe, had taken notice of all the practice I put in, specifically with my penalties so when the game went to penalties, I got to take what ended up being the final penalty. I finally knew what the biggest shot of my career was.”

“Did it help you to prepare for the shootout in the World Cup?”

I shrugged at that. Nothing could compare to the shootout that happened at the World Cup. I hadn’t even expected the penalties to go on so long that I would even take one, but then that plan had collapsed, and I ended up taking the final penalty knowing that France wouldn’t have that much film on my penalty kicks and tendencies.

“Nothing will compare to my World Cup penalty. That has probably been the best moment of my life,” I said. I motioned to my ears. “I do kind of have an advantage. It is nice to be able to literally turn off all of the noise. And if you watch the play back close enough, you can see that I had turned it back on right after the ball left my foot. Being able to go from dead silence to hearing the entire stadium cheering was incredible.”

“Did you get the game ball?”

“I did. It will be brought over after our next national camp because surely by then I’ll actually have my own place.”

“Now to backtrack, because you’ll be getting to play with Lotte and Alessia obviously. Not only did they knock you and Australia out of the World Cup but you, as mentioned earlier, won the 2019 College Cup by scoring the winning penalty which caused the two to lose the same game. Is there gong to be any bad blood?”

“No, I don’t think so. Does it sting that we didn’t win the World Cup? Obviously, but we were able to do an amazing job and we overcame everyone’s expectations that they had set for us. In the end, it just wasn’t our year for it. So, I don’t have any hard feelings about that,” I said. I had been upset and frustrated that we weren’t able to win the World Cup, but I was still really proud of the rest of the Matildas. “As for 2019, that’s a question for Lotte and Alessia. Honestly, I’m not even sure if either of them remembers me from it. I might have scored the goal, but my role that season was not a huge one. I didn’t even see an increase in minutes that second year with the team.”

“What are you most excited about being here with Arsenal for?”

“To play for the team I’ve always loved,” I said before looking over my shoulder at Sadie. “It is really cool that I’m also going to get to play with Caitlin and Steph more than just with the national team. And it isn’t just them. I could pretty much learn from most of the players here with Arsenal and I’m excited to get the opportunity to do so."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I sat by myself again in the mess hall. It seemed that until I got rid of this ear infection, no one was going to approach me except for Sadie. I had really appreciated that she was sitting to eat with me. My hunt for a place to call my own had also been stalled considering I had been trying to rest.

But it had already been three weeks with none of the normal tips and tricks I knew had helped to get rid of this ear infection. Our medical staff at Arsenal hadn’t been able to help me, so they had gotten me in to see a doctor. The doctor had told me it was labyrinthitis, an inflammation of the inner ear.

I had been given medicine for the dizziness that I was experiencing but it did nothing to help the pain I still felt. It led to me ultimately being ruled out of the first qualifying round of the Champions League that took place two weeks ago.

And I couldn’t help but feel like it had partially been my fault when the team came back after being eliminated by Paris FC. I hadn’t even been there with the team for the games. I also wasn’t entirely sure how much the rest of the team knew about why I had been a scratch for the journey.

I looked up at the small tap on the table. Sadie sent me a soft smile as she sat down.

“How you feeling?”

“Tired.”

Not only was I dealing with an ear infection, but the loneliness was starting to get to me. I knew that it would be hard to communicate with my teammates while I wasn’t wearing my cochlear implants, but none of them had tried to get to know me. Not even my national teammates.

I couldn’t wait for the national window to open. Unless I was deemed unable to travel, I didn’t see why I wouldn’t be called up. Even though we’d be in Perth, rather than Brisbane, I was still happy that I’d be back in Australia. I’d even get to see Theo since he had gotten a job with the Matildas. I knew that his main job was to act as an interpreter while I was with the team, but he was also helping take care of all our gear as well.

I sent Kyra a small wave when she smiled at me. The small smile that had taken place on my face quickly turned to a frown though once she moved to join Caitlin and Steph who were sitting with a couple of the English players on our team along with Katie. I sighed as my head dropped down.

“I can say something to them, you know.”

I shook my head. I didn’t need Sadie tackling my problems for me. Besides, once I got over this ear infection, I’d be right there with the other Aussies.

“The last thing I need is for them to think that I’m a coward because I can’t join them and then I send you to confront them for not spending time around me.”

Sadie softly sighed before she nodded. I knew that she hated that I had been left on the outside of the team, but what choice did I really have? I wasn’t really that great at reading the lips of anyone outside of the Aussies and it wasn’t like Sadie could follow me around all day to translate everything for me, she was still one of our assistant coaches.

It was honestly just a really unfortunate situation. One that I hoped would be resolved within two weeks. I wasn’t sure where I would be at mentally if I couldn’t play in our WSL season opener.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My ear infection had finally gotten better a week before we were slated to take on Liverpool, but I was still finding it hard to talk to any of my teammates. Kyra seemed to be the only one willing to seek me out, but it wasn’t often as she was still attached to Caitlin and Steph’s hips. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t been as excited about getting to start against Liverpool. I had questioned Jonas’ decision when he told me, but he said it was the perfect chance to see what I would be able to do so that he could figure out how he would use me for the season.

It would have been fine, if it hadn’t been for the number of knocks that I was taking. It seemed that Liverpool had decided to target me. I wasn’t sure if it was because they weren’t sure what I could do, or maybe they had decided that I was the weak link on the field. But I could handle what they threw at me.

At least until Taylor Hinds and I clashed in the midfield trying to fight for the ball. She had got a hand on the side of my head which ended up knocking off my cochlear implant. This was one of the times where I hated my cochlear implants because it wasn’t like I could just leave it on the ground to come back to while I chased after the ball. No, I had to make sure I grabbed the cochlear implant that had come off my head to make sure that no one stepped on it and destroyed it.

Ultimately, I didn’t even have to worry about Hinds getting too far because the play was called dead. I had assumed that Hinds was going to be reprimanded for the swipe at my head. I wasn’t really sure, but I knew that it gave me time to put my cochlear implant on.

I didn’t tilt my head in confusion when I saw the ref, Emily Heaslip, going to talk with Liverpool’s coach, Matt Beard. My eyes darted between my own teammates because I had no idea why Heaslip was talking to Beard. At least I didn’t have a clue until Heaslip started to wave me over. I glanced around me to make sure she wasn’t trying to get someone else. I even pointed to myself as I raised my brow in confusion. Heaslip nodded her head and waved for me to go over where they were again.

I shrugged as I jogged over to the sideline.

“She’s cheating,” Beard said once I got close enough to hear them. He pointed to the side of his head. “She’s got earbuds in. Getting information from someone up top.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I watched you put it in,” Beard said as he turned to me. My hand flew up to touch my ear. “Yeah, those!”

“You mean my cochlear implants?”

“She should be sent off.”

“They’re medical devices. I have to have them to hear.”

“I’m sure that’s what she tells everyone so she can cheat. After all, how good can a college walk on be anyways.”

Now that was uncalled for.

“I’m better than you because at least I’m playing professionally.”

“Take them out.”

I froze at that. Surely, I didn’t hear that right.

“Take them out before the yellow I’m going to give you becomes a red.”

Heaslip was out of her mind. My eyes immediately darted over to Jonas as I motioned to my ears causing the man to make his way over to us. I wasn’t surprised that Sadie was following behind. Nor when Kim left the huddle of my teammates to see what was going on.

“She’s getting a yellow for blatantly cheating,” Heaslip said once Jonas asked what was going on. “At least I’m giving her the chance to continue the game.”

“They want me to take my implants out,” I explained. I knew that Jonas and Sadie would both be confused as to what cheating they were talking about. “Neither of them are listening that they’re medical devices.”

“Calm down,” Kim softly said from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder at her.

“No, they don’t get to discriminate against me just because they’re idiots.”

Heaslip had enough arguing I guess, because when I looked back at her there was a yellow card pointed at me. Definitely not how I wanted to start my career with Arsenal, but there was nothing I could do to change it now.

“Kim, go,” Jonas said. My captain hesitated, but she moved away from the group to join our teammates. “She quite literally can’t hear if she doesn’t wear them.”

“They come out. Now.”

Heaslip wasn’t even listening to what we were saying. Jonas nodded before glancing at Sadie.

“Okay, just give us a minute so (Y/N) can get them out.”

Heaslip nodded and stayed where she could watch as I walked back toward the bench with Jonas and Sadie.

“It’s not fair,” I said. I had no idea how I was going to play if I couldn’t hear since I always wore my cochlear implants when I played. “My first game with the team and they get to ruin it because they don’t know what cochlear implants are?”

“I’m not taking you out,” Jonas said. I blinked at that. I hadn’t expected him to keep me in. “You can still play without needing to hear. Just try not to keep playing too long after plays are whistled dead.”

“Oh, because that’ll be so easy.”

It wasn’t like I could just keep my eyes trained on the refs for the entire match.

“Sadie will hold onto them.”

I sighed as I looked between the two. It would be nice to finish my first match with Arsenal. I couldn’t do that if I let idiots ruin it for me. It only took me a second to take both of my cochlear implants out and hand them over to Sadie before was back out on the field.

Coming off from the first half, I knew that I was skating on thin ice with Heaslip with the amount of time it took for me to realize when plays were dead. I wanted nothing more than to keep my head down while Jonas talked to us at halftime so that I could at least pretend that the rest of my teammates weren’t staring at me, but I didn’t have a choice. I had to look up so that I could understand what was being said as Sadie translated it for me.

Going back out for the second half wasn’t any easier. I had been slow to move at kickoff since I was relying on when everyone else moved. I tried my best to stay away from fouls, whether my team was committing them or Liverpool, since they were the most unpredictable ways for plays to be called dead. It wasn’t as bad as the first half had been.

But it really came to a head in the 67th minute. We were already down by one, but Caitlin was getting the chance to make a run. I had made the decision to pull toward the middle of the field from my side as the rest of the midfielders were still behind the forwards and I. Caitlin was clearly fouled by Koivisto, but no one was stopping even though Caitlin stayed on the ground.

My eyes stayed trained on Caitlin who wasn’t getting up as I moved backwards. Then I decided to do something that was definitely risky, but I knew that if Caitlin still wasn’t getting up then it would be good for our trainers to check her out. So, I darted across the field where Koivisto was still trying to move the ball. Koivisto stopped and relaxed as soon as I got close to her, but it didn’t stop me from knocking into her to win the ball back. As soon as the ball was at my feet, I sent it out of bounds.

As soon as I had turned to go check on Caitlin, I knew that I was in for it. Heaslip had her eyes trained on me as she started to march over where I was. I scoffed as I rolled my eyes at the clear fact that it was me that she was coming to talk to rather than Koivisto who had been the one to actually foul another player.

I didn’t even pretend like I was paying attention to Heaslip this time. I was just tired of all of the bullshit from this game. However, my eyes did widen when she pulled out the yellow card again and pointed it at me before the red card followed since I had already gotten a yellow.

“Oh, come on. What do you want me to do?” I asked her as I motioned to my ears. “I can’t hear. You made sure of that.”

Heaslip’s lips were moving, but I had no interest in trying to figure out what she was saying. This was insane and I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to have to fight these cards just so that I could play in our next match.

“No seriously, I would love to hear what you want me to do. Oh, wait. I can’t because you made me take my implants out.”

I shoved the arms that were trying to pull me away from Heaslip away from me. I couldn’t wait to fight these cards though so that Heaslip would never call a game again. There’s no way anyone would ever have her referee a game once they found out that she had discriminated against me by denying me the use of my cochlear implants.

I was a bit surprised when Caitlin got in between Heaslip and I before the older Aussie started to push me back. She was pointing toward the tunnel, so it didn’t take much to guess that she was telling me to get off the pitch. My shoulders slumped forward at the obvious disappointment from the player that I had spent so much time looking up to. I couldn’t bring myself to meet anyone’s eyes either as I made my way off the pitch and to the tunnel.

I didn’t even bother to stop by Sadie to grab my cochlear implants. This had to be the worst debut I ever had.

I took a seat in front of my locker. It was an easy technique that I liked to use to help keep me grounded. It made it easier not to lose myself if I could feel the ground under me. I stayed there for the rest of the game. It wasn’t until Jonas and Sadie had entered the locker room that I realized that the game had ended.

“That was the worst game I have ever played.”

Sadie frowned but she relayed the message to Jonas who rubbed at his forehead. Jonas’ eyes stayed trained on me even though mine had to dart between him and Sadie so I could understand what was being said.

“I should have taken you out. That’s on me. I just wanted to give you the opportunity to prove to them that you were better than they gave you credit for. Which you did. We’ll fight the cards and I’m sure that they’ll be overturned considering you really didn’t do anything wrong.”

I shook my head at that because there was nothing that we could do to allow me to redo my first game with Arsenal. Especially in Emirates. It had all been messed up.

“I have dreamed of this day since I was a kid. And it got completely fucked up. I don’t care if the cards are overturned, but I do want apologies from Beard and Heaslip.”

Jonas nodded in agreement once Sadie let him know what I had said.

“Completely understandable and I’ll be sure that it is known that we fully expect apologies from both for forcing you to do something you didn’t want to with your cochlear implants. Whether or not you wear them should be entirely your choice.”

I nodded as I wiped the tears away from my eyes. I knew it wasn’t guaranteed that I would get an apology from either of them.

“I believe there are some fans who would still like to see you. Even if you did get sent off.”

I sighed and dropped my head at that. Before the World Cup, no one was interested in meeting me. It meant that when I had a bad game, or it didn’t go the way my team had expected, that I could leave without disappointing too many people.

But I knew that I needed to go see the fans. They deserved something good from me today after the game. I got to my feet, and I found that Sadie was holding my cochlear implants out to me. I took them from her before I headed out of the locker room so that I could go see some of our fans.

I fiddled with the cochlear implants in my hands as I made my way out of the tunnel to the field. I just wanted to greet the fans and then head home. But it seemed that nothing was going to go my way as I was snagged by the back of my jersey.

When I turned to see who had grabbed my jersey, I was surprised to find Caitlin behind me. She was holding a microphone causing me to full turn to find her in the middle of an interview. I furrowed my brow because I wasn’t sure why she had stopped me considering I hadn’t crashed the interview until she pulled me back. But my eyes moved away from where she was to the reporter who Caitlin was talking to.

“You’re going to have to give me a moment,” I said once I realized that the reporter’s lips were moving a lot faster than I could decipher. It didn’t take me long to get my cochlear implants on before I looked back at the reporter. “Okay, now I’ve got my ears on. What’s up?”

“I was hoping to get your thoughts on your first game with Arsenal. I know after how you played in the World Cup that a lot of the Arsenal faithful were looking forward to seeing you only to find out that you were an illness scratch during the Champions League games.”

“I won’t lie. It’s all been a bit frustrating. Up until today, none of that had been anyone’s fault,” I admitted. I knew that I had to be careful about talking about my frustrations for tonight because I could still be punished if I said the wrong things. “I’m just hoping things will start turning around.”

“What’s been so frustrating?”

“Well, obviously I was an illness scratch for the Champions League games we had. I had been dealing with an ear infection during that time and it lasted until last week. It was brutal and there were times where I was in so much pain. It was just unfortunate that it had to happen almost as soon as I had arrived at Arsenal,” I said as I rubbed the back of my head. It had honestly been the worst ear infection I had ever had. “It made it hard to communicate with anyone really, so that was really hard because I do enjoy spending time with others. But I finally got rid of the infection last week, and Jonas decided to give me the start. So, things are starting to turn around.”

“Even with how tonight ended?”

I glanced over my shoulder at Caitlin who had asked the question. She had a frown on her face. I wasn’t entirely sure why Caitlin looked upset, but I knew that it probably had to do with me crashing her interview or the fact that I just revealed that I had been in pain and isolated.

“Getting carded for the reasons I did was insane and frustrating. Jonas and I have already agreed that we’ll be appealing the cards,” I said. Honestly, I couldn’t believe that Caitlin was okay with the cards I had been given. “I’m sure we’ll win the appeal. I would like to make formal complaints about both Beard and Heaslip considering how I was treated.”

“Well, I’m not entirely sure that you’ll overturn those cards,” the reporter pointed out. I turned my head back to look at her. “You obviously got into a heated talk with Liverpool’s head coach, Matt Beard, and tonight’s referee, Emily Heaslip.”

“It’s simple,” I shrugged. Was I really around this many people who had no idea what cochlear implants were. “One of my cochlear implants fell off and Beard had to be nosy, even though he can’t tell the difference between earbuds and my cochlear implants. Then Heaslip sided with him without talking to either Jonas or I. Which she should have done to figure out what I had in my ears if she was really worried about someone cheating, but she refused to hear us out as we tried to explain.”

“Well, I wish you both better luck for the future.”

I sent a soft smile to the reporter, happy to finally be done with the interview. Caitlin followed me as I headed to where our fans still were so that I could greet them. Caitlin stayed close to me as we talked with the fans and took pictures and gave autographs. I didn’t think much of how close she was staying to me until we were headed back through the tunnel.

“So those weren’t earbuds?”

I stopped in the tunnel causing Caitlin to crash into my back. I honestly hadn’t been expecting the question. Once I regained my balance, I turned to face Caitlin.

“We played at the World Cup together. Not only that but we spent over a month together to prepare for it and then play in it,” I pointed out as I tilted my head in confusion. I knew that I had tended to stick around the ones on the national team who were closer to my age, but we had all spent so much time around each other. The World Cup was one of the few times where I had worn my cochlear implants even when I didn’t want to. “You’ve seen my cochlear implants before.”

“I thought they were fancy headphones,” Caitlin defended. I shook my head as I let out a sigh. She could have just asked me what they were, and I would have told her. “So, what do they really do?”

“We can come back to that in a second,” I said. There was something else that was bothering me now from today’s game. “Were you upset with me when I got the second yellow because you thought I had gotten the first one for wearing fancy headphones?”

Caitlin only shrugged. My shoulders slumped forward because her silence said it all. My own teammates had thought I was cheating along with our referee and opponents’ coach.

“What is it that they do?”

“They’re basically my ears,” I said. This time it was Caitlin who was tilting her head in confusion. “It’s kind of how I’ve always seen them. I have my actual ears and they can hurt and, obviously, I can still get ear infections. But since my actual ears can’t process sound, I have my cochlear implants which are my hearing ears.”

“So, they’re like hearing aids?”

“They have the same purpose but work differently,” I said. A lot of people asked me about this when they first found out that I had cochlear implants so that I could hear. “Hearing aids just amplify sounds so they can be detected by damaged ears. Cochlear implants bypass the damaged parts.”

Caitlin slowly nodded as she furrowed her brow in thought. I didn’t mind answering the questions she had for me. I never had been opposed to answering questions about my disability. But if my own teammates hadn’t realized that I had cochlear implants or what they did, I wondered how many people were unaware of my situation.

“And we all just ignored you when joined the club.”

“It hurt, yeah,” I shrugged. This time it was Caitlin’s shoulders that slumped forward. “I understood though. Outside of our little Aussie group, no one on the team had ever played with me before. And it wasn’t like I’ve exactly had a lot of experience playing with any of you either.”

“But we ignored you.”

“I couldn’t really talk to anyone,” I pointed out. It might have sucked and hurt while I was being ignored, but I had understood why I was ignored. “Sure, I could talk, but I wouldn’t have been able to understand the rest of you.”

“Ross didn’t ignore you.”

“Sadie? She knows Auslan, AKA Australian Sign Language,” I said. I had gotten better offers from other clubs, but Arsenal had already told me that they had an interpreter on staff. “Sadie is literally employed as an interpreter for me now that I’ve joined Arsenal. It just so happened that she was already an assistant coach here at Arsenal and now they’re also paying her for acting as an interpreter.”

“Oh.”

I furrowed my brow. The last thing I wanted was for Caitlin or anyone else on the team to feel like I resented them for not being able to communicate with me. Maybe if I was a kid then I would feel differently about the whole situation, but I had long ago come to terms with the fact that most people wouldn’t be able to communicate with me sometimes.

I grabbed a hold of Caitlin’s wrist as I dragged her to the locker room. I was a bit surprised when we ran into Kyra who was leaving the locker room. It was obvious that she was headed home too considering she had her bag with her.

“Back in the locker room,” I said to her. Kyra’s eyebrow shot up as she looked between me and Caitlin. I looked over her shoulder though to see that the rest of the team was in the locker room. Even our injured players who were talking with the others. “Team meeting! No one leaves until I’m done talking.”

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to me as I turned back to look at Kyra. Kyra nodded before moving back into the locker room which allowed me to drag Caitlin in. Once the locker room door was shut, I let go of Caitlin’s wrist so that she could move to sit down.

“It’s been brought to my own attention that a lot of you are more than likely unaware that I’m Deaf. I was born deaf, and I do use cochlear implants to hear,” I announced. My eyes darted around the room to see how my new teammates would react. “I also know Australian Sign Language, or Auslan. So does Sadie. I wasn’t ignoring anyone or wanted to be left alone during my first month with the club, but wearing my cochlear implants while dealing with an ear infection is quite annoying for me so I chose not to wear them. And I’ll answer any questions you ever have. I really have no problem answering questions.”

The team stayed quiet as they processed everything that I had just told them. The longer the silence went on, the more nervous it made me. I couldn’t help it as I started to fidget where I was standing with most of the team’s eyes still on me.

“So Heaslip made you take off the only thing that allowed you to hear?”

My eyes darted over to where Alessia was sitting. I hesitated for a moment before nodding in confirmation.

“I wasn’t cheating,” I repeated. Just the idea of my new teammates thinking that I had cheated made me nauseous. “And all the warnings for not stopping at the whistle? I couldn’t hear. I had to take cues from everyone else. Well, from you guys.”

My eyes turned to Kim who got up to move in front of me.

“If anyone else ever tries to make you take off your cochlear implants when you don’t want to, they’re going to have to go through all of us,” Kim assured me as she put a hand on my shoulder. “And I know that I’ll be giving you my full support in appealing the cards and any other action you wish to pursue against Heaslip or Beard.”

I sent her a small smile. It was nice to have someone who was willing to back me up so quickly. Especially considering that it seemed like the whole team had been under the impression that I was ignoring them on purpose.

“You’ve got my full support as well,” Alessia said as she stood up.

I didn’t miss how my fellow Aussies shared a look before they also stood up to declare their support. And soon after they stood up, so did the rest of the team.

I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face thanks to the support that the team was so willing to give me even though none of them truly knew me yet. It might have honestly been one of the first times that I ever truly felt like my entire team had my back.

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raineandsky · 7 months ago

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tw: fire

The villain is woken to the smell of smoke and the flickering of flames in the prison corridor. The dingy little cell is only metal bars—it’s not exactly keeping either at bay.

They get to their feet to better watch the shit show. “Uh,” they say to no one in particular.

The villain in the cell across from them is also looking out at impending death. “Well, it was nice knowing you,” they say drily.

“We’re not going to die,” the villain snaps, though dying is incredibly likely. “The heroes, they’ll— they can’t leave us—”

“What, you think they’ll come back for us? They’ll use us for the media.” The other villain puts on a whiny voice that’s scratched slightly by the smoke now rolling over them both. “Awh, we tried to get the villains out but there was nothing we could do. Such a shame. Oh well, we won’t miss ‘em.”

The villain shuffles on their feet. “I should’ve learnt to pick locks before this.”

“That would’ve been nice.”

An alarm finally blares overhead. Clearly the fire’s gotten upstairs. The agency doesn’t care enough to put an alarm down here.

Shouting breaks out. Footsteps clunk overhead. Heroes, receding, saving themselves.

“A bunch of wusses,” the other villain offers with a scowl.

“Eh.” The villain tries to lean their arms on the door, but the bars are burning and they quickly pull back. “I’d be getting the hell outta dodge too. I wouldn’t come back for us.”

“Thank god it’s not you saving us then.”

The flames are licking at the cells next door now. Thank god the villain in there got released last week. The villain’s body is tense as the fire waves and laughs at them, crawling ever closer, and the other villain doesn’t seem to be faring much better. They spare each other a glance—shifty, nervous.

“Ha,” the other villain says flatly, “yeah, I think I’m done pretending I’m happy to die here.”

“Me too,” the villain replies shortly. With nothing more to say—or feign—the villain turns to bang on the wall. “Hey!” they shout, even though they know everyone’s long gone by now.

The other villain props themself up against the opposite wall, kicking a heel into the hinges of the door. It rattles horrendously as metal scrapes metal, but it doesn’t budge.

“These things are made of goddamn steel!” the other villain cries.

“Obviously, dumbass.” Another thump of fist on solid stone. “It’s prison.”

Footsteps thump on the stairwell down the corridor. The villain looks up—no way.

“Hey!” they shout. It comes out choked, the smoke tearing at their throat. “Down here!”

A silhouette appears through the grey fog, an arm up over their face, a cough announcing their presence. “It’s okay,” they say tightly, “I’m here.”

They pause outside the cell doors, their head bent to a janky set of keys in their hand. They turn to the other villain first, shoving a key in the lock and wrenching the door open. “Can you walk?” the person asks quickly. The other villain nods and they get shooed upstairs.

“No running!” the person calls after them. “Entire agency’s outside!”

They turn to the villain’s cell now, eyes back on the keys. Please, god, hurry up. “Okay.” A key in the lock, clunking as it heaves the door open. “You okay?”

The villain finally gets a glimpse of their saviour: a hero—an obvious conclusion, yet still surprising—one they don’t recognise. The hero shoots them a half-smile and ushers them out of the cell. “Come on,” he says shortly.

The villain wastes no time breaking for freedom. The hero’s right behind them. Fire laughs and chases them the whole way out. Smoke smears the villain’s vision.

After what feels like an eternity, the villain crumples onto cool pavement. Outside. A breeze dances through their hair, a million miles away from the thick stillness of the flames. Thank god, thank god.

The hero gives them a quick pat on the back, his hand much too warm to be comforting. “Get these two some medical help,” he says to someone distantly, “and get them in handcuffs before we regret it.”

These two. The villain glances up at the other villain, leaning down with their hands on their knees, heaving pained, charred breaths. They look up to meet the villain’s gaze, and they can see the same thought in their companion’s eyes that they can feel in their heart.

Too close. And perhaps more specifically, villainy was the wrong place for people who like not dying.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #it took me almost 2 weeks to write this. could not tell you why #it feels like im goddamn free lmao #this thing had me in a chokehold #tw fire

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child0feden · 6 months ago

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FAR AWAY

pelle “ dead ” ohlin x reader x ( platonic! ) oc daughter

- general headcanons for pelle as a girl dad!

you guys are not helping my baby fever at all but it is okay, i hope you like this anon! i will probably do headcanons for how he was during the pregnancy later down the line <3

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reading music recommendations: sketches by daniel lanois - far away by jose gonzalez

- pelle definitely tries his absolute best to be a good father for his little girl!

✩ honestly, he softens quite a lot when she is born! his walls crumble and he really opens his heart to someone other than you for the very first time…

- he stops self harming all together, he realises he just has to be okay for you and his little girl now

✩ he just cannot imagine leaving you and his little girl alone, how his baby would feel after his death and so on, it really messes him up even slightly thinking about it!

- pelle still has the same attitude when it comes to everyone else in his life but his friends can see how insanely different he is around both you and your daughter

✩ they can see the way his eyes soften along with his voice, always being more at peace when in you and his daughters presence

- whenever you guys are at family gatherings and such, pelle and your daughter really just stay to themselves whilst you mingle away with family and talk to them about life

✩ pelle will be sitting on a couch or a simple little bench, holding her in his lap whilst gently bouncing his knee as she giggles and fiddles with his long blonde hair, talking his ear off about every topic under the sun as he nods his head, listening intently to what she’s telling him about today

- every now and again he will lower his face down to her ear and quietly ask if she wants any food or maybe even a drink

“ y’want a drink or something, honey? c’mon… let’s go grab you a juice box, hm? ” ( if a family member approaches them and attempts conversation with him and your daughter, she gets so shy and immediately goes quiet, hiding her face in his neck as he gently pats her back )

✩ if she does want a drink, he will carry her with him to go and grab her a juice box! holding it up for her as she takes sips from the small plastic straw and gently kissing her head

- your daughter is very similar to him when it comes to both personality and interests, she is kind of super shy and reserved, only talking super openly with you and pelle

✩ whenever someone else approaches her, no matter who it is, wether it be a stranger or a family member or a friend, she will very quickly hide herself behind her fathers long legs whilst just barely peeking her head around and eyeing them with a curious but obviously cautious look in her big blue eyes

- i think pelle would really baby her quite a bit, in his own way!

✩ he is just so scared of her growing up too fast and absolutely does not want her to go through what he did before he had her

- pelle would definitely get her a little denim jacket and a whole bunch of metal patches and button pins to go on it…

✩ honestly, her whole closet is a lot of denim stuff he customised for her and metal t-shirts bought in the smallest size and purposely shrunk in the wash by you guys so that they would fit her even better

- when you were still pregnant with her, pelle made a little mobile out of animal bones to go in her nursery!

✩ you were obviously a little apprehensive about putting it above her crib but he was just so proud of it, you could see it in his eyes and the way he had a small smile on his face when showing it off to you and explaining why he made it

“ thought it would be unique… pretty beautiful too, no? you don’t have to put it in her nursery if you don’t want to… ” ( he is mumbling and keeping his eyes on the mobile, away from you, as if afraid of judgment, as you smile softly up at him from your spot on the couch )

- you could never say no to a smiling and obviously genuinely happy pelle plus the bone mobile was kind of cute! you just made sure they were extremely clean and well sanitised before hanging it up

✩ i can see his daughter having a major sweet tooth!

- and as much as pelle wants to make sure she is the most healthy she can be, he can never ever say no to her when she looks up at him with those big blue eyes that mirror his and a small pout on her lips

✩ so he often keeps some candy in the back pocket of his jeans for her, usually some traditional swedish candy that he used to eat as a child

- surprisingly, you end up having to be the “ mean ” parent and making sure she does not get nasty cavities or anything

✩ it is surprising because most people look at pelle and think he probably hates children and dislikes being a father just as much, he has to be the super strict, mean parent right?

- and he does hate children, just not his own! he could never hate his own little girl, you and her and the only things he has ever been thankful for in his life, the only thing he wants to keep safe and treasure forever

✩ pelle is seriously so quick to crumble when it comes to her, he probably tries to be strict and not let himself fall for her puppy dog eyes but it never works…

- most people would probably assume a toddler would get freaked out and scared of a tall, lanky man in corpse paint but not your daughter! whenever she sees her father all dressed up for a concert or something, she just looks up at him with a look of wonder in her big doe eyes and her plushie hanging limply from her hand

✩ the first time he ever did her corpse paint was on her own demand! he had kneeled down to her after catching her staring and quietly asked if she wanted him to do hers to which she quickly nodded, two small blonde pigtails bouncing gently to the movement, before bolting off into your shared bedroom and climbing onto the seat at your vanity as pelle slowly walked in behind her with a small, amused grin on his face

“ y’want me to paint your face, honey? yeah? okay… come on ” ( the second he told her to come on, she was already half way down the hallway, practically leaving him in the dust as you laughed )

- pelle paints her corpse paint the exact same as his, making her look like a little double of him, just with a much bigger smile and a whole lot shorter

✩ you beg him to take so many pictures of them together in corpse paint! i mean, it is just too cute not to document

- pelle always tries to wear long sleeved shirts or a jacket around her! he just really does not want her seeing his old self harm scars and getting scared or trying to replicate them because she does not fully know what they are

✩ obviously he could not hide them forever though and she found them one day when she was a little older than a toddler, tilting her head down at them and scrunching her nose up before simply asking what happened

- he does not tell her the full story, of course not! he tells her a little tiny, more child friendly story about how he got them and thankfully, that is enough to quell her curiosity…

✩ pelle has a whole sketchbook dedicated to sketches of her now too!

- he absolutely adores drawing you guys together and her on her own, trying to put her beauty on paper the best he can! he is so secretly excited when she shows an interest in art too, always teaching her how to draw when she asks, guiding her pencil with his hand

✩ when she is a toddler and has some trouble sleeping on her own due to nightmares, you guys would let her sleep in between you and pelle in your shared bed!

- pelle still might not be the biggest fan of physical touch and cuddling but he definitely softened to it when she was born and has no problem letting her cuddle up into his side whilst he throws an arm over her and strokes her hair if it means she will get a better sleep <3

#requested ✩#dad! pelle ohlin #dad! dead #pelle ohlin x reader #dead x reader #mayhem x reader #mayhem headcanons #pelle ohlin #dead #mayhem #fluff headcanons #headcanons

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Hi! So I love your blog and I have a request if you're up for it!

So imagine Vendetta!Leon or ID!Leon with a younger, Rookie D.S.O agent. So the reader is learning about what it takes to be an agent and they are skilled but a little reckless. The reader and Leon end up going on a mission together and something happens to where the reader does something risky/reckless to save Leon and afterwards while Leon is patching them up he's also scolding them for putting themselves into a dangerous situation...

I just thought it was a cute idea and I adore your blog so obviously no pressure and thank you regardless! :)

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summary: training to be a d.s.o agent has its perks and its fair share of dangers, and who would know that best other than the acclaimed leon s. kennedy? former rookie cop turned myth, you’re troubled as you try to not question your worth to your duty — to him.

warnings: intense violent imagery, d.s.o. agent reader, talk of death / loss, talk of wounds / stabbing, weapons mentioned, angst (comfort i swear!!!!!!!), written with infinite darkness ! leon in mind

a/n: bam stop using deftones songs as titles FAILED. and hello??? ur mind??? revolutionary. but thank u so much for the request!! i did make it more angsty than intended 😭 but happy ending i swear !! this is just a general disclaimer, but i’m trying my best to get as many requests done as possible, but finding myself easily burnt out, so please bare with me if i take some time to get these pieces out!! enjoy :-)

word count: 3.5k+ (help)

You’re well put together — inundated at the seams and bursting in the areas that made you an excelling recruit, something of a common place practice when one gets appointed to a station as alpine as the D.S.O.

It’s gruelling at first. The training, not the people — the people here offer you awkward but veritable grins, cloying pats on the head when you’d surpassed a notable fix in your inculcation, maybe even conversation in places you’d expect hard worn expressions, bumps of the shoulders, a lack of acquiescence for a new comer such as you.

“Turns out, there’s a new donut place opening in the city” someone speaks through a mouthful of food, grinning when admonished by their peer. They look at you with tired yet cordial won eyes, something like a respite in comparison to the gruelling training and pains you endure in staple hours.

You laugh, craning backwards, replying “Really? Wanna go sometime?”

And they teem, sheen with surety as you set a date. The date passes and you’ve got your fridge brimmed with donuts — pastel, sugar coated and chockfull of profuse fillings.

You’re home. You’re staring at your laptop. The device whirrs with effort, the screen fulgent with simulated light as block words stare back at you — MULTIPLE KILLED IN GOVERNMENT ORDAINED PROJECT. SEVERAL INJURED.

The next day, you press your lips together and wait for the space ahead to be filled with a familiar face, some day old blistering talk about donut shops and parties and mandated leaves.

No one comes. You chew your bread in wanton silence.

And your days blur as usual — your attitude is unparalleled. You give yourself the credit for coarsening against such losses, of confidants who offered you their time and remaining nuance of sentience. You don’t, however, congeal like they do. You do not die or recoup.

You move senselessly and so do the days.

It’s several months later, when you’ve gathered yourself in the training room, greased with sweat and vigour, when you meet him.

Leon S. Kennedy, in the flesh.

There’s talk of him in the corridors, rumours of his barely capricious resolve and even more so of his loyalty to the D.S.O. Of his habitual reclusiveness, ordained leaves and near blank appearances.

He’s almost a myth.

Still, you’re real and working and need to cavort around your training till your muscles bleed and chalk up with pain that marks enough effort for the night — you do not want to stay a rookie forever. There’s a insecurity underscored in your brain somewhere, in bright red lines and despite the sweat of your skill in your hands, but you decide to delineate it for tonight. Try to focus on the knotty feel of the compress against your knuckles as you strengthen your feet, begin to get into a stance most up to par, a gracing thought of ‘please don’t break my bones’ pressed into the bean bag before—

“Hello?”

The addition of another voice, besides the earsplitting one in your mind, makes you falter. Makes you lose your footing and touch the target in front of you, rather than skirting it with a hard worn touch — the sight would’ve made you chuckle on a normal day. But today was not normal, it was marked with a accent of irresolutions. So you swivel on your feet, baring your teeth like the caitiff the D.S.O had disillusioned everyone into being. The pretence doesn’t fool anyone, not even yourself, but you give it a try.

And maybe you give yourself some credit, for stoking it up to the myth, the caricature of duty himself, Leon Kennedy. In the flesh, complexion enervated in his well earned stack of muscle, that seemed to be garbed with a leather jacket. Jeans.

How… normal.

You lose tension in your muscles. Ditch the shout in your brows. Abandon the faux, heavy lined bellicosity in your belly for curiosity. Some guilt and embarrassment, too.

“Leon S. Kennedy?” you gasp, feel the air hit your tongue. The room grows a faltering few degrees hotter, and some part of you is convinced you’ll sink into the floor in a matter of minutes.

But Leon offers you one of his complimentary smiles that scream business. His hands are discarded in the wide sinews of his jeans, where they are distracted and nonplussed with the goal of hurting the material with diverted fingers. Yet you linger ahead of him, visibly sweaty and awkward, and it blunders his heart with some peace that you’re biding that same level of awkwardness.

“In the flesh,” he jokes, but the room is too small, too dark to determine tone. To determine the weight of his words or his presence. You still find sentience in you to laugh, snort even, and it makes the air between a lot more genuine, “I’ve come to discuss something here with you.”

“With me?” you croak, not wanting to sound delirious but inevitably falling for the trap — what did the Leon Kennedy want to do with a single recruit that is you? Skilled, yes, but sharing the innumerable roster of missions as him? Not a chance. Still, you grab a towel and a bottle of water, finding rhythm in your step as you talk alongside him to the exit.

Slogging be damned.

He offers a small nod, resigned in a way that made sense to the both of you, “We’re to be assigned in a collaborative project. A mission, if you will,” he opens the door, allows you to step past the threshold first and doesn’t miss the way you flesh out with a terrible blush as you skitter ahead, “Nothing too out of the ordinary for agents like you and me. Just a simple clear up.”

But we are nothing alike, you want to ink the air with the words. And some part of you stiffens as you hear the intractable comparison. Still, you’re curious above all things else and hear him out — not that I can refuse, you add mentally. Scribble out with imaginable red ink.

“When will it be?” you ask, feet jittery and muscles still sheening.

“A month from now” he confirmes. You work to notice the exigent lines of wear and tear on his face, the follow of a stubble beginning to thread against his chin and jaw. The sharpness giving way to kindness in his eyes as he looks at you.

Oh god, he’s looking at you.

“I see,” you say, gaze falling to the gravel and spit of stone as you corner the exit. As the wind hits your skin, you’re pathetically assuming a shiver. You hope Leon isn’t as perceptive as the rumours pin him to be, but you never truly get anywhere with that wish — he places a warm, kind hand on your shoulder, “You’re freezing.”

“Yeah I should probably—“

“Get back?”

“Home, yeah.”

And an awkward, painfully annoying silence courses the space between you two — between you and this acclaimed proxy you barely knew prior to these graceless seconds. The better part of you ushers the thought away and the worse part of you is antsy to prove something — anything.

“Get home safe…” he offers some semblance of a tight lipped smile, again as reclusive as he can get. His back is turned to you, departing, and you’re pulled in the other direction by your feet, when you suddenly turn around.

He’s gone already.

The month beneath his guidance is as you expect it — resilient and tough on the flesh. He manoeuvres you in ways you’d never have begun to correct yourself (“Lift the end of your arms here, instead of down here.”)

He presses feeling and rigour to his praise (“That’s it — you got it. Good job — now give me 20 more.”)

He holds you back from splintering push forwards, from the bridge between you and your apex. Holds a hand against your wet shoulder to shoulder your eagerness (“Woah, woah — don’t get too ahead of yourself.”)

You make it known of your gratefulness. You buy takeout and share it on the stairs. You communicate your worries and walk out free of them.

You also hate him for rubbing raw of your potential. You hate him for the wounded look in his eyes when you falter. You hate him for the itch in his fingers when you push yourself some more.

But you keep that one for the shadows. Don’t make it known. Hide it behind falsity.

You share takeout on the stairs again.

The night before the assignment couldn’t be more gruelling.

You’re welcome by the sheets, yet find no recluse in them, as you twist and turn as the hours come. Your feet are stretched and throbbing with hurt from the range of pushing exercises from the day before, your fingers curling with effort only.

And your head is plagued. Swimming, bathed, with those reticent thoughts. Those same block letters that spoke back to you, flagged the death of thousands you knew from passing glances to remembered conversations.

You turn on your side, try to flush the thought away. But they come back with vigour, with spit.

You knew them.

You’d eaten with them.

You’ll die just the same.

Fuck this.

Your feet find the cold, hard-wood floors immediately. They’re a ridged comparison to the heat of the sheets, but a blistering reminder of what’s to come tomorrow. You pace your apartment, crowd your brain with tasks, busy your hands, till the sun flits past the clouds like routine.

And with your heart in your throat, you ready yourself to the chin, gripping yourself with the promise of doing what you must to euchre death on its own doorstep — both for you and Leon.

The day arrives with a quick start. You’re deployed in a vehicular that is smaller than anticipated, holding your fears in your hands with cupped palms. Leon sits beside you, eyes vacant of anything palpable. You’d talked once, but that’s all of what either of you offered each other up till now — now, it’s you and your fears, cut-throat and fusty, ahead of you.

A thought of your friend passes your mind.

A thought of the donut shop.

A thought of the bottom of your coffee cup.

A thought of the post-mortem images. Of the flesh. The blood. The time. The place.

“Remember,” Leon cards you out of your worst, thoughts crumbling against themselves as you swivel to glance at him, “on me at all times. No sudden moves. Got it?”

He is far more profound here, the spitting image of the rumours materialised into the skin of a battle worn agent — his tone is pebbly, no semblance of that night’s patience in it anymore.

He’s in it for good. And you should be too.

“Got it,” you reply when the seconds flow too far. He nods back, curt and sharp and you want to talk him up. Want to offer your share of strategies. Want to card through the wounds on your arm and how to avoid the bloody things. Want to loop your fingers through half of his experience and not want to set him back.

But it was never that simple. And the ride is just as silent.

Two hours in and you’re stationed against crumbling brick, jagged stone, MK-45 gripped tightly in your hands. The smell of rot, mycelium, abused your lungs. Makes you stagger forward and hold yourself by the seams like flesh on plying bone.

But when you look at Leon, he’s everything but as discomposed as you — his eyebrows are tightly drawn, a shadow to his eyes that wasn’t there prior. There’s a bite in his step, in the way he holds his weapon, in the way he surveys the area.

Get yourself together, you think.

Within minutes, you force yourself to straighten your back, swallow back the burdensome bile stretching against your mouth and prime yourself to the futile smell of the dead at every carrefour you cross.

“Ahead,” Leon speaks and clings to your attention.

You look ahead, noticing an array of groaning zombies clawing at a car that seemed to have initiated its alarm. The smell is amplified by the rub of petrol curdling out of the car (from the repeated clash of the zombies, you’re sure) and you frustrate yourself into not gagging — think ‘fucking hell, I really hate these things.’

“You go to the left, I’ll take the right,” Leon whispers and you realise his motive.

Mutual accomplishment built on the precipice of trust.

Still, he looks at you like he’ll splinter without a response.

Like he relies on this circulation, no matter how damning, how short. His eyes scream ‘don’t you dare do anything stupid’ and you choose to blur it into something nonsensical, a thought of ‘it’s common procedure, a set of instructions he needs to hand feed me’, choosing to ignore the obvious side of things, the bleeding flush of his words, the trepidation nailing every withering seam of his body.

He’d grown to interpret you as more than just a rookie, someone capable of vigour and strength of the winning.

He needed you alive.

You needed him to look at you other than a wounded animal.

You offer him some little nod, feet hurrying up to the fluster of zombies against the few cars gathered there — as you get close, you can see the vegetation cram against the side walk, the stink of flesh against the windshield.

But you’re skilled, not stupid.

Your weapon purrs with warmth in your hand as you pin down the first vier, working your second round of bullets with the other five you’ve attracted— their fractured groans are animalistic, orotund where human capability shouldn’t be.

But you’re twice the work than they ever are.

“Fuck,” you whisper, realising close proximity doesn’t hold up with your choice of weapon — so, working against better judgement, you retrieve your knife by the hilt, scoring it against the reeking flesh of the first two. You quickly gain footing and stab the other two point black in the skull, feeling the vibrating collusion fill the blade.

And you’re close — you feel it. With another plow, the last of them falters to the floor with a wet thump. Blood pools at your feet, curdles against the material of your boot as you curl a hand against your hip in weariness.

And yet, you have half the nerve to concern yourself with Leon.

As you turn, you quickly see that he is struggling. He’s cornered, stuck between a stretch of the building that allows a swift gateway of those creatures to buckle within arm’s reach. And there’s little solace as you learn the fact, as you ready your weapon — you’re aiming before you can think, firing before you can feel.

Leon spots you, as his jaw goes slack.

His voice is swollen with disbelief and you’re sure you catch the words “get out of here!” but you’re moving on the pure pump of your blood, of the stretch of muscle and skill in your body. Two, three, four enemies crumble at the bite of your bullet and your fingers sink against the sting of gunmetal.

Memorise the step of their movements.

Formulate an opening.

Ignore Leon’s snare and his warnings and the way his arms curl around his weapon and the look in his eye and the fickle hope in them and the way they look at you like you’re something wounded.

Ignore the way a grunt sounds in your ear, a pale and cleft palm clinching your shoulder like an orifice — and finally, you realise, Leon had been right.

The zombie is quick to remind you of your mortality — it swings you to the side with it’s astounding asperity, frightens you with the dexterity of its bones as it makes quick work of the distance between you. It’s teeth stitch against cold bone, blood and meat between the gaps.

You gasp out a hoarse cry — your weapon is out of reach and your arm stings with a burn, a swelter. Your leg feels numb and you’re sure you’ve caught it on something, and you’re convinced you’ll be half mauled to death, when suddenly,

“Shit!”

Leon rattles through the zombie towering you, sears it with a knife — it falls atop you like meat and you shove it off with awfully numb hands. You’re barely catching respite as Leon hauls you above his shoulder as he runs to some place else, and the world quickly melts beneath your eyelids.

The next time you’re conscious, it’s much quieter.

There’s a dripping noise from your right — you try to play with that recurring sound till you’ve figured your bearings, but the throb in your head is searing. Your leg jumps with a pain so awful you choke a cry when you’re all opened eyed and slack jaw, and you catch sight of Leon in front of you, balancing your leg atop his lap for inspection.

“L-Leon?” you gasp, feel the burn of your throat. You’ve said nothing but he quickly hands you a water bottle, and you allow yourself the contents almost immediately — “Where are we…?”

“A few ways off the target location. Recuperating,” he answers, too quick, too harsh. You wince, both from his demeanour and the growing image of your maimed leg — the skin is dented with much blood, the flesh peeling apart with ease and the pain hits you like a train. His fingers are trembling and spat with your blood, moseying around the quiver of the wound.

And you can’t figure out where your pain ends and where his anger begins.

For one, there’s some grip to his movement, in the way he bandages the broken flesh of your leg. The way he swats your hand away when you go to dictate the amount of hurt it would bring.

Only then does he look up and your breath hitches — his eyes are red rimmed, mouth set like hard stone in a frown and his jaw sharp, blistering to a furious degree.

“I’m sorry—“

“Are you? Because you would’ve been dead without me having been there” he spits out, lashing against your apologetic words. You press your lips together, a bitter feeling fermenting in every space your framework can produce.

“I said I’m sorry Leon.”

“Will that fix your wound?” He grates and his voice sounds like a threat. It worries you. It angers you. Its rends you like glass, cuts you like a skiver.

“Maybe if you didn’t look at me like a fucking wounded animal, I would quit taking my chances at dying” you force out, tone through clattering teeth when his fingers pause over that delicate and awfully repulsive spot on your leg.

“What?”

“Oh, please don’t play pretend with me Leon,” it’s your turn to hit the brakes, “It’s that look you give me — like I’m some backwater D.S.O rookie here to drag you through glass. Like—Like I’m here to get myself killed.”

You pause, breath cut short with an unsatisfactory cry as you throw your head back from the gushing pain from the wound. You crack open a weary eye to spot his movements have resumed, but his jaw is quivering, jagged, his eyes unfocused and his hair in his face.

Shit, shit, shit — I’ve really done it now.

“Wait, Leon—“

“Is that what you think this is?”

You blink — his fingers are on the ground beside your hips, his eyes flooded with disbelief. Much like earlier, only this time, it’s counterpart being woe instead of anger of disappointment. He lifts his head, cradles the anguish in his eyes with a tattered sigh and you realise, oh. You had it all wrong.

“That you’re just some agent I don’t care about?” he’s close, somehow, “that—that I care for you out of duty?” closer, now, with his breath on your neck, on your face, in your ear, “That I don’t want you gone so soon because I only tolerate you? Not because—I like you?”

Your anger drops its futile act.

“What?” you whisper, because you’re so beguiled that it’s a trick. A trick from the pump of adrenaline in you, from the fear. The sweat. But he’s looking into you, at you, and his stare is not sympathetic. It stinks of love and admiration and truth and some close call of fear.

“I’m saying that I like you.”

There’s a few moments of clouded breath. You’ve never done this before — never held this song and dance of emotion between another and certainly not at a time like this, but god, Leon looks at you like you’re something to be worshipped, not admonished like the wounded thing that you are.

He looks at you like hope.

Like love and love and love.

And you’ve never appreciated the stench of rot on you or another, and you’ve never appreciated distractions. But the burn of his lips against yours is delicious and swirling with something addictive when you meet him with nothing but rigour — he kisses you back like he’s meant to, like he’s going to run out of you if he doesn’t.

And when you pull away, groaning as your leg spasms with hurt, you smile at him gently, curve a laugh from your overworked lungs.

“Buy me dinner first, Kennedy.”

“Kennedy?”

“Would you prefer Scott?”

“God, you’re awful.”

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jaegeraether · 1 year ago

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 25)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (24)

Masterlist (other parts here)

YFN had the worst sleep she’d had since she arrived in England. She woke feeling fatigued and found herself patting around for Lucy which woke her from her half-asleep daze. Of course, she wouldn’t find her. She was 1200km away.

She forced herself to get up, dragging her feet to the bathroom to start her day. She showered miserably, thinking about the airport, the feel of Lucy’s lips, the sudden jolt of her heart when she’d said those three words. She’d frozen, unable to say them back, and Lucy had looked a little disappointed. She had no idea why, but her fight or flight had been triggered by that, and it completely took her by surprise. She looked out through the glass shower pane at Lucy’s little blue toothbrush. She caught herself and shook her head.

You need to grow up, she told herself. YFN had been alone for most of her life, this was pathetic. She was better than this.

Out in the kitchen she found a note from Jordan.

Good morning, roomie!

Breakfast in fridge.

Smash your first meeting today!

Love you! x

Jordan saying that was vastly different to Lucy saying it, perhaps because she was so obsessed with Lucy. She smiled at the note and replied to her as she ate the oats and yoghurt she’d made her.

You’re amazing. Thank you for breakfast, Dory! *big eyes emoji*

Still on to pick up Blu tonight?

She knew she wouldn’t reply at training and went on with her day, packing and preparing for their first meeting. She made sure she looked sharp and was extra early, arriving at the generously sized conference room Joe had booked in a luxurious hotel in town. Her mouth dropped as she’d entered the hotel, and the booked room was beyond anything expected. She set herself up for a long day, making sure to talk to the hotel staff about the food options. Joe had already booked canapes for them, and the hotel had a service to regularly offer them any food or drink they needed throughout the day.

She was pleasantly surprised when all of them arrived early, seemingly keen for their first meeting. There were 9 in total, 4 videographers: Samantha, Ethan, Bridget, Matt, 4 photgraphers: Daniel, Ruby, Olivia, and Emily who was in a relationship with Bridget, and then there was Noel, their IT guy who dabbled with a bit of everything. YFN realised quickly that Noel was incredibly technologically gifted, he just happened to lack a bit of social skill. The sight of his overgrown, wild hair, and his worn down converse shoes added to the stereotype he so perfectly filled.

It was perfectly clear from the start that Joe had hired some gifted people, she’d obviously put the work in to understand who they were. YFN had been worried at first about clashing personalities but it wasn’t an issue at all; they all were very much happy to bring proper media attention to women’s football.

Everything was spoken about from the company credit cards given to the by Joe for the fuel and equipment, to the creation of a schedule for the rest of a season so all games would have at least 1 photographer and 1 videographer there. They each knew their role, and so with most of the logistics covered, they moved onto creating the brand. YFN was keen to hear their ideas as they were all female football fans themselves, so they knew what they wanted to see as fans. They messed around for a bit using the presentation screen they had set up, picking at their canapes and discussing what would be the most appealing shots and photos to get.

“Oh… my god.. is that Lucy Bronze?” Noel commented as YFN had been flicking through images of players on her MacBook for inspiration.

A few chuckles went around the room. The other eight people had already been following YFN on social media for a while, so she had assumed they all knew they were dating.

“They’re dating, Noel. Are you not on Instagram?” Ruby chuckled.

“D…dating Lucy? You?”

YFN knew Noel didn’t mean offense by it, he was just awkward. “I know, right? Lucky me.” She laughed. “Well, hey, if that excites you then have a look at these.”

YFN found a few of the more recent photos she’d taken of the footballer get-together they’d all had the night before. Somehow, Lucy had managed to take a photo on her phone of all of the one hundred and sixty-two players, though she was standing on chair to do it, her grinning face taking up a corner of the photo.

If they weren’t already excited, that certainly did it.

“Holy shit, is that Leah Williamson? Katie McCabe? Jill Roord?!” Matt was gawking.

“So, I’m sure most of you have already seen a few photos from last night on the players accounts, but this is the only photo of the whole group.. we had over a hundred players show interest in us as a company, and the results from last night are the player notes I’ve uploaded to our shared drive.”

They each had an iPad, and their shared drive was going to be used for all of them to have access to all of their work. She told them how interested the players were, how much work Joe had done behind the scenes, and showed them through that part of their shared drive, encouraging them to also collect similar information on the players she hadn’t met, by asking questions she had created.

“So.. all of these players have agreed to work with us?” Sam asked. She was more shy than the rest, but wickedly talented. YFN had seen her previous work.

She nodded. “Yes, so they’ve all agreed to give us priority for photos, videos and interviews. They do understand we’ll be starting slow and rolling into it.”

“And we’ll all be doing interviews?” Ruby asked. She was the more outspoken one of the group. She reminded YFN of Beth Mead a little.

“That’s the aim.” She saw Sam and Noel look a little nervous. “I understand it can be a little intimidating, and we do have our own beliefs we need to adhere to regarding the types of questions we ask, et cetera. Because of this, I’ll start the interviews myself, and one by one, I’ll make sure to give you all some training and do some dual interviews and supervising until you’re all comfortable. The last thing we want is to accidentally ask an offensive question, or ruin a players trust in us. This is what all of the information on each of the players is about. We need to be reading them before every interview so we know what they do and don’t want to talk about, et cetera, okay? Also, it’s vital as a company just starting up that we build their trust and keep it. We’re going to be different than the others, that’s our whole brand image.”

They nodded, a bit more at ease and understanding. They each acknowledged the homework they’d need to do on players, and understood their limitations at the start. Great suggestions were made, for example, Ethan had suggested they wear something that stood out so the players would know they were Lumos. A great suggestion that Joe had already thought of, being the businesswoman, she was. She’d had merchandise made and sent over for them to wear to games that would stand out. Their brand colours were purple and yellow, and their logo was well visible. They had a few items, all modern and comfy, and primarily for the colder temperatures. Shirts, hoodies, beanies and scarves. They could wear whatever they wanted, as long as it stood out for the players to see. They all loved the beanies which were a sexy royal purple with their logo in yellow, offset, and they agreed that while players got used to their colours, they’d prioritise wearing the beanies.

Their schedule set out for the upcoming week were as such:

Aston Villa vs Chelsea (Bescot Stadium, Birmingham): 4th Nov 1230 - All to attend.

Arsenal vs Man City (Meadow Park, London): 5th Nov 1230 – Bridget, Emily and YFN to attend.

Spurs vs Everton (Brisbane Road, London): 5th Nov 1400 – Matt and Ruby to attend. YFN to stop by at the end.

Liverpool vs Leicester (Prenton Park, Liverpool): 5th Nov 1400 – Ethan, Daniel and Noel to attend.

West Ham vs Bristol (Chigwell Stadium, London): 5th Nov 1500 – Sam and Olivia to attend.

Brighton vs Man United (Broadfield Stadium, Crawley): 5th Nov 1845 – Bridget and Emily (relocate from Ars vs Man City), YFN to come later after stopping by the end of the Spurs and Everton game at Brisbane Road.

They were working right up until YFN realised it was late, and they needed time to get home. Only Matt and Ruby lived in Birmingham, Ethan lived in Liverpool, Daniel in Manchester, and the rest were from London. Limiting driving had been her main concern when she’d created their schedules, and also the reason they didn’t need an office just yet.

They all parted ways, agreeing to meet again in that same conference room for rest of the week to go over more prep work for the interviews, editing and games.

“I’m sorry, I was so distracted with everything going on!” YFN admitted as she walked through the front door. Jordan was home from training and making dinner.

“That’s alright, chicken, I thought you had.” Jordan laughed. “Figured you’d want an early dinner. Plus we have three hours of driving to do, so I figured we’d eat early so we can leave early!”

“Good idea! And that smells amazing, pasta?”

“Chicken pesto pasta. Go get dressed, dinner’s almost done. I want us to try and leave by six.”

Two hours later they were in the car and approaching Sheffield. Jordan’s parents were visiting family there for the night, and had brought Blu down for her to pick up. Jordan’s parents were Keith and Kerry, and they were lovely. Although it was a brief introduction, they’d gotten along well. YFN loved meeting parents, it put into perspective for her just what made Jordan the bubbly little affectionate person she was. They said their goodbyes and YFN drove home so Jordan wouldn’t be too tired for training the next day. Blu was sat cuddled on her lap in a blanket, as affectionate as his mum.

“All of these guys are like this.” Jordan said, referring to the breed, Dachshund. “I just love him so much.”

“He’s adorable. I especially love how he looks like he’s walking fast when he’s walking slow.”

“Argh, isn’t he the cutest? Our new little roomie.”

“I’m going to buy him a little hoodie.”

Jordan loved the idea. “How did your goodbye with Lucy go?”

They hadn’t spoken about that on the trip up, they’d spoke about their days, Jordan talking about her training and YFN talking about her plans with the company. Jordan had been so interested in what she had planned, also excited to hear that the first official match to cover was going to be Aston Villa vs Chelsea in Birmingham on Saturday.

She gave out a sigh and explained to Jordan about how emotional the day had been. “I’ve never had to rely so much on one person, or want to shift my whole life around someone before. It’s terrifying to be honest.”

“How was Lucy..?”

“She was okay during the day… a little quiet. She got a bit emotional at the airport. There were quite a few tears.” She admitted.

“Lucy cried?” Jordan seemed surprised. YFN was a little surprised by Jordan’s reaction, until she thought about it. Lucy wasn’t overly emotional with anyone. She didn’t like to be comforted or cry. But with YFN it was different, and she regularly saw that different side of her so often that it was easy to forget. Her vulnerable Lucy. It was a good reminder as to how open she was being with YFN.

“She’s okay.. also there’s something else I need to get off my chest. I’m really ashamed about it.”

Jordan looked at her with kind eyes, encouraging her to go ahead.

“I…. Lucy told me she loved me at the airport.”

“What?! That’s amazing! Oh my god, she’s not usually so open-” She cut herself off as she realised. “You didn’t say it back?”

“I kind of froze? My fight or flight triggered. I didn’t tell her that, I just sort of… cried because I was so happy and sad and overwhelmed and upset that I’d disappointed her by not being able to say it.”

“Do you love her?”

“Yes! Of course. For as long as I’ve known her. She’s it for me, I want her in every way, I just… I have no idea why I reacted like that.”

Jordan thought for a little bit, stroking Blu as she went into that little zone she fell into often. “Do you think… it’s because you’re scared that you’ll lose her?” She asked softly. YFN could tell it was triggering her feelings about Leah and their breakup.

She thought about it. Was she just scared that she’d let herself open up and that Lucy would leave? Like her mum did? Her dad? Tears sprung to her eyes and she had her answer. “Yeah… I think you’re spot on there. I’m so used to being left behind. The thought of letting Lucy in too deep is terrifying because if I lose her… I don’t know what I’d do. She’s just… fucking… wormed her way into my heart and I can’t bear to lose her.”

Jordan nodded, fully understanding and still in her little zone.

“How are you feeling, Dory?” She asked gently.

“I miss her.” Jordan’s voice was quiet and full of emotion. Admitting that was huge.

“I know she was going to ask you to this charity event.. would you like to go in my place?”

She shook her head quickly. “Training has been really good for me lately, it’s clearing my mind a bit. I think I’ll give it a few more days and then if I’m ready, you can tell me how she’s doing at the event. I’m not going to open myself back up if she’s given up.”

“Oh, I think she’s far from given up. The way she talks about you..”

Jordan thought for a bit and then chuckled. “Jeez, what a pair we make, huh?”

It didn’t take long until YFN found herself on day three of thirteen. YFN was tired, with an inability to sleep. She’d managed to get herself into a little space half-way between asleep and awake when her mind was overwhelmed. Lucy. Lucy. Everywhere she looked. Lucy. Social media? Lucy. People talking? Lucy fucking Bronze. She groaned and forced her eyes open, looking at the ceiling. What was happening to her? Why couldn’t she stop her brain? This obsession?

She sighed and let herself fall victim to it instead. She loved her. Lucy had quickly become the most important person in her life, and there was nothing wrong with that, she just wasn’t used to that much emotion. She felt like she’d lost a lot of her control with her mind always on her, and her body physically wanting her at every second. She feared for her work productivity when she would eventually arrive in Spain.

“Just go with it,” she whispered to herself. She took out her phone and looked at the photos Lucy had posted earlier to social media. Oh, she knew what she was doing with those. YFN bit her lip as her mind went on a happy little journey of the times Lucy had touched her. She looked at the photo, one in particular. Those lips had been on her, those muscly thighs had been driving that strap into her, that gorgeous face with her goddamned jaw had been under her when she demanded she sat on her face. And that she had. Gratefully.

“Fuck.” She groaned. How did she have this much hold over her from such a distance? She put the phone on the bed next to her and had a ‘fuck it’ moment. She took hold of one of her nipples, teasing it with flicking and pinching as she slid her other hand underneath the waistband of her underwear. She felt how moist she was there, only getting worse the more she thought about her Lucy. She felt through her own folds, two fingers landing on her clit. Her breathing became ragged as her two fingers worked her clit, dragging more wetness up from her core when she needed it. She’d never particularly been good at masturbating, she always got into her head too much, but it seemed to be a lot easier when Lucy was on her mind. Still, she didn’t know if she could get there. She rubbed and squirmed as her other hand found her other nipple. She went at it for a while, her body slightly sweaty as she chased the feeling Lucy made her feel. Her clit became sensitive, so she moved her fingers down and thrust two inside of herself wondering what she felt like to Lucy. The wet sounds were audible even under the blanket as she fucked herself like that a little, her back arching and breathing getting louder. Lucy. Lucy. Lucy.

She knew she wouldn’t be able to come without her tonight, her mind too frustrated. She groaned and grabbed her phone, slowing her hand to a slow circle over her clit. She was about to embarrass herself out of sexual need.

“Little one?” Lucy answered, obviously just being woken up.

YFN pulled her phone back to look at the time. It was midnight, which meant it was 1am there.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” she cried softly. “Go back to sleep, Luce.”

“No! No.. stay.. I miss your voice.” YFN loved Lucy’s sleepy voice. Less cocky and more… big kid Lucy.

“I miss your voice too,” she admitted.

“Why were you calling, love? Did you need to hear my voice too?”

“Y….yes…” She said but Lucy caught on.

“That was a lie.” She switched to Facetime and YFN squinted at the now brighter screen. Lucy stared at the screen in front of her, half-asleep and so adorable it broke her heart. She reached over and took her glasses off her nightstand and put them on, smiling and settling back down onto the pillow when she could see her better. “God, you’re pretty.”

The sight and sound of Lucy was getting her wetter than she ever thought possible, and her clit pulsed under her slowly moving hand. Her lips trembled and she gave a little gasp, her face reddening slightly.

Lucy’s face dropped and her mouth opened slightly as she moved closer to the camera with darkening eyes. “Little one, are you… touching yourself?”

She pressed her lips together and stopped her hand, trying to tell her face to stop getting redder. Oh, she was embarrassed now.

“Don’t stop.” Lucy pleaded.

“I’m sorry..” she whispered, ignoring Lucy’s plea.

“Don’t stop.” She said harder. YFN’s fingers began moving again. “Good girl. That’s it, keep doing as I tell you.” Lucy was awake now and clearly happy telling her what to do.

“Luce..” she whispered.

“Shhh love. Do as I say. Put the camera down there, I want to hear how wet you are for me.”

YFN trembled but did as she was told, holding the phone down near her pussy. It was too dark for Lucy to see anything, but she could hear her groaning. She left it there for a minute or so before bringing it back up.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy. Fingers inside. Now.”

YFN reacted automatically doing as she was told. She thrust two fingers inside and jerked, gasping.

“That’s right, fuck yourself. Be a good girl. Yes… yes right there, I can see you like that. Fuck yourself there.”

YFN’s eyes were closed as she did what she was told, listening to her girlfriend.

“Put the phone down. Use my pillow so I can see you.”

YFN did just that, leaning it against Lucy’s pillow so she had a decent view of her.

“Ugh, I wish I could taste you right now. You have no idea.”

But she did, because she would have done anything for the opportunity to be in Lucy’s mouth right now.

“That’s my girl, keep going. You were just going to call and let me go back to sleep, huh? You know better than that.” She growled.

“I… I really miss you, Luce,” she whimpered.

“Nothing feels as good as me inside of you, does it?”

She shook her head.

“Out loud.”

“No,” she whispered.

“Keep fucking yourself in and out. Your fingers are mine, that’s me fucking you right now. Keep going, my girl. That’s it, you’re getting closer now.” YFN’s back was starting to arch.

“I want your free hand to pinch your nipples. That’s my girl, you’re so good at doing what you’re told. Fuck, your tits are amazing. I want to be sucking them right now.”

She knew Lucy had a good view from where she’d put the phone, able to see most of her body from the side and especially her back arching off of the bed. She was so frustrated at getting barely anywhere, now just teetering on her edge and unable to make that final push.

“Patience, little one, we’re almost there. Push those blankets off, let me see you.”

YFN pushed the blankets off that were covering the lower half of her body. She pulled her feet up the bed further, widening her knees apart. She was brutally aware that Lucy couldn’t only hear her whimpers and moans now, but the wet sound from her fingers fucking in and out of her also.

“Argh fuck. Fuck. Fuck, you’re so… fuck.”

YFN turned her head to look at Lucy who seemed incredibly frustrated. Her eyes were dark, her lips parted and breathing heavily.

“L…Luce. You can touch yourself too.” She gasped, knowing she must look a state at the moment. Lucy’s attention moved from her fingers to her face as they locked onto each other’s eyes across the screen. Lucy didn’t say anything, but she saw her shift and her eyes flicker into the back of her head for a second as she found herself.

“I’ll slow down and wait for you..” YFN offered and calmed down a little, her fingers coming out of her and moving up to circle her clit slowly. One more push and she could get there.

They fucked themselves across the screen, gasping and saying dirty, sexy things to work each other up. The sound of Lucy’s whimpers had an effect on her that nothing else had, because she was letting herself be so vulnerable.

“Lucy I’m coming… I’m coming..”

“Good girl, you can come.”

She could come? She had permission? Lucy was controlling her orgasms? She certainly was.. that last sentence sent her body shuddering into a wet mess, her back arching and muscles locking as she rode that excitement, listening to Lucy’s voice. She worked herself down quickly, knowing Lucy was also close. She knew she was watching and so she took her dripping fingers out of her body and dragged them up to her nipple closest to the camera, rubbing it between her fingers and biting her lip as she wound herself down.

Lucy groaned at the sight and YFN turned to her with a little dimply smile as she put those two wet fingers in her mouth and sucked on them like she was giving head.

“Argh don’t stop. Please… don’t stop…” Lucy pleaded and YFN started to moan as she sucked and licked the taste of her from her own fingers. “Oh fuuuck. Argh. Ye…yes!” Lucy came suddenly, and it was always something she was obsessed with seeing. YFN watched her eyes squeeze shut and her body lock up in her orgasm. The side view was spectacular, her well earned muscles tight against her skin, and the artery throbbing in her neck. She watched as her girlfriend rode that wave all the way down into a slightly sweaty, but very relaxed mess.

Lucy eventually turned to the camera with a lazy smile. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and adjusted her glasses before she propped her head up on her pillow.

“You’re incredible.”

YFN blushed. “That was… successful.”

“Do you feel better?”

She blew out a heavy breath. “I really needed that, I think. I feel a lot better.”

“Good..” She got a little closer to the camera as she studied her. “Have you been sleeping..?”

She was caught. YFN shook her head. “I can’t seem to sleep without you..”

“Oh, love. I sleep horrible without you too. I can’t wait until you’re here. Ten days.”

“Ten days. We can do that.” She sounded unsure. “I’m sorry for waking you, I genuinely didn’t realise how late it was.”

Lucy scoffed. “You know you can wake me any time, for any reason. I have you on bypass. And that… was a pretty good reason.”

YFN grinned, proud of herself. “Good luck at your game on Sunday...”

“Will you be watching?”

“I’ll be travelling between games, Luce.. but I’ll keep up with the score. Promise.”

#lucy bronze #jordan nobbs #lucy bronze x reader #womens football #woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso soccer #engwnt #lionesses #lucy bronze imagine #woso x reader #leah williamson

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twst-drabbles · 1 year ago

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Silver and Malleus 3

Summary: Halloween is coming around and Silver’s little pet Malleus was more than a little excited to decorate your house as he saw fit. You didn’t stop him.

(??? Weeks without writing and suddenly I can do two a day?? I'm honestly very confused why this is happening, but I'm not going to question it.)

Never have you seen Malleus’s wings vibrate so rapidly like that. Practically looked like hummingbird wings, like he stole them right off as the little dragon zipped around your roof like a bug exposed to light.

“He’s uh,” you tilted your head towards Silver, who also can’t pull his eyes away from the sight, “he’s a little excited to be here today, huh?”

Malleus’s head suddenly shot up to the skies, sharp green eyes glinting for just a moment before thorns bloomed from his shadow. They reached up high before the vines braided themselves in a complex pattern that made sense to him, but seemed like knots to you.

Silver gently laughed with a smile, shrugging in defeat, “I know you’re letting him decorate your house however he pleases, but I still feel like I have to say sorry. He’s usually happy but never this excited for Halloween.”

“I’ll say. It feels like he’ll burn himself out, but I’m pretty sure he’s got loads of energy to spare,” you patted Silver’s shoulder, “though, where are the rest of your pets? You’d think they’d be helping Malleus out.”

“Right there,” Silver pointed to the tree right around the entrance to your house, “I think Malleus wanted to take charge, so they’re relaxing over there.”

“’Relaxing,’ huh?” Sebek was obviously consumed by Malleus’s own excitement and was shaking with the strength of his cheers and roars, but it was pretty clear to you that he also wanted nothing more than to zip right on over and help him out, but can’t.

The only one truly relaxing was Lilia, almost looked asleep, hanging upside down from the branch like that, but he periodically opened his eyes just to check his surroundings. Every time you caught his eye, he would flap his leathery bat wings before snuggling back into them.

“I’ll help you clean up once it’s all over,” Silver nudged his head against yours to grab your attention.

“That be great,” you rubbed his back in appreciation, because the grotesque that Malleus was making out of his thorns looks way too big to tackle by yourself. The plant nymphs can’t exactly help. They’d be too scared to touch them.

When he was satisfied with his work, Malleus ran on his stumpy little legs to the ledge of your roof. He spread his arms and wings wide, as though saying “Look! Witness the beauty of my creation!” with the confidence a little kid would have with their first clay art.

“He can’t make gargoyles yet,” Silver whispered just as you gave Malleus a thumbs up and a smile.

“I’m sure he’ll get it one day,” you whispered back.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #diasomnia #malleus #malleus draconia #silver #house pet au #reader insert

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cutepresea · 2 months ago

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So uh, Shirabe Meshi chapter 37, part 2

Immediately after the end of the first half, a group of people suddenly appear

They are very obviously up to no good, singing happy birthday and bothering people by getting in their faces saying stuff about "bathe in the light of deconstruction and it'll heal all sickness and end climate change" but Chris somehow comes to the weirdest conclusion that they got a flash mob for her birthday.

She turns to Miku, "Look, I don't feel right saying this to someone I owe my life to, but this is in really bad taste" and Miku says that she also doesn't have a clue what's going on

They all take out a bunch of summoning crystals and let loose a bunch of Alca-Noise

Chris: "This surprise took a turn for the disastrous!"

Hibiki: "We didn't know anything about this!"

Chris: "Why are you here?!"

So these people think they're creating some new world by breaking down the old one

"This world's bloated population will be culled by Alca-Noise! This filthy world shall be reborn on this day! Let's celebrate the birth of a new world! Happy birthday dear New World"

So yeah, these poor girls happened to be there the same day as some Alca-Noise death cult so now they gotta take care of it

As they're fighting the Alca-Noise, Maria eventually gets in contact with everyone and tells them how the group she was tracking down was one that would deceive wealthy people who were into the occult into sponsoring them. She had found evidence proving their connection (as she mentioned she was investigating in the first half) but she was too late to make an arrest

The cult keeps making their speeches and Chris is obviously not too happy with them

"Even without Noise, people will always be at conflict with each other...because there would be people like YOU! Today's the new world's birthday, you say? Small world, mine too! Take this! A heaping helping of missiles as a birthday present!"

And blows up the Alca-Noise

So the cult members get arrested and Chris makes it back to her apartment, disappointed that there wasn't a surprise after all but as she opens her door

"Happy birthday Chris-senpai!"

Kirika and Shirabe had been waiting the whole time

Hibiki and the others start patting themselves on the back for things going mostly as planned outside of that little incident

But Chris starts telling them that when nobody said anything she thought they forgot and starts crying, saying she's at least glad they didn't forget after all

Tsubasa, Hibiki, and Miku start apologizing saying they should've considered how it'd make her feel a bit more

"Um..."

Kirika and Shirabe walk up with the cake saying they worked hard to make it for her hoping it'd make her happy. Chris wipes her tears and takes a bite of the cake, which reminds her of the cakes she had as a child

"It's sweet...! But so good"

Afterward, absolutely everyone starts showing up

So of course Chris gets overwhelmed by everyone coming all at once (though Hibiki claims she's actually happy)

#senki kanshoku symphogear shirabe meshi #senki zesshou symphogear #symphogear #chris yukine #tsubasa kazanari #hibiki tachibana #miku kohinata #kirika akatsuki #shirabe tsukuyomi #maria cadenzavna eve #serena cadenzavna eve #kanade amou #komichi ayano #yuki godai #otome kaburagi #kuriyo ando #yumi itaba #shiori terashima

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v1x3n · 1 year ago

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꒰୨୧◞ 。SELF HARM AND THE 141.ᐟ

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୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : your boyfriend doesn't know about your habits, he might have a feeling your mental health is quite bad but didn't expect this. so what would would happen when they do find out?

୨୧ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 : fluff - sh (obviously), scars, comfort :3

Price

He would know deep down you had issues, scars. He just didn't know the scars were caused by you, on your own skin.

He would ask about it at first calmly, then get more worried the more you hide it.

“y/n..? What's that?”

He would be so soft with you, knowing what someone could go through in their life, he had seen tons of shite in people's lives. It wasn't something he had never seen.

Asking gently to see your scars, making sure you were comfortable with him looking at and asking about them.

“Sweetie.. How's this happened then?”

He knows the answer, everyone does. He just wants you to say it. For it to snap you into reality.

He wouldn't get mad, only a little at himself for not knowing you weren't happy. He would look at them and swipe a finger over them.

He would clean them up if it was fresh, wiping them, drying them, plasters or bandages if needed. Small kisses on your forehead, telling you it's okay and you will get through it.

"It's okay love.” He would whisper reassuringly.

"Don't do it again yeh?”

"I'm not mad sweetie… I'm just worried “

Ghost

Has probably self-harmed before, so he understands. Understanding the feeling of doing it , the rush, the happiness, the relief .

Wouldn't judge you at all, he wouldn't show you his scars. Depending on how long yous have dated he will show you or not.

Wouldn't react much when he saw them, would kiss the scars and rub them softly.

If you relapsed, he would know what to do. He would gently clean them up and comfort you

“Ur okay love, don't be mad at yourself.”

“Come give is a hug, yeh?”

He would pull you into a hug, then slowly massage your sides and kiss your forehead.

After cleaning them up, making sure they arent too deep or infected he would wrap you over him and put on your comfort show/film

Wouldnt make you talk about what's wrong if you don't wanna. He would be okay if you didn't wanna vent and would be okay if you did.

"It's your choice darlin, you wanna talk 'bout it or not? He tilts his head while tracing your thighs.

Gaz

Shocked at first, wouldn't bring it up in front of everyone though. He would bring you to a private place and ask:

"Y/N..? Are you okay?" " Are you sure?"

Wouldnt bring it up instantly but would get a tiny bit frustrated if you didn't open up. If you keep denying that anything is wrong, he would look down at you and sigh.

"i know your lying, ive seen the scars luv."

Wrapping his arms around you and breathing softly in your ear whispering small comforts. Letting you cry and hug him back. He would kiss your temple and let out a groan.

"why didn't you tell me?" he would sigh and lean down still having his arms around your waist.

He would never have had any experience with people who sh, knew people who bit their nails or picked when nervous. But never hurt themselves to help their issues

Wouldnt really understand the point but would try, he promises he tries to understand. Just wouldnt, he couldnt get it through his head that people harm themselves to help their issues.

He would check on you daily and praise you if you had managed to stay clean. He wouldn't be angry if you hadn't though.

"Luv , why now..?"

"You don't need this sweetheart, come here." He would bring you into a hug and then go shower to clean you up. Gently rubbing his hands through your hair and body, comforting you and smiling gently through his worried mind.

Soap

He knew from the start but wouldn't say anything, but when he saw it he knew something needed to change.

Finds a time when you don't have anything on your schedule and knock on your quarters door. Once you let him he would sit down on your bed- patting the side next to him.

"come 'ere,lass."

"We need a small chat."

After you sat down he would put his hands on your thighs and look up at you. He would sigh, not knowing what to say and then ask if something was wrong.

Knowing you, he knew you would deny. But then he would just flat out say it.

"lass. I know you sh."

Watching you panic and start tearing up, he would rub your back slowly. He wasn't angry or upset he was just worried.

"tell is whats up y/n."

He would pat his lap- wanting you to get on. Before you could reply he would simply pick you up and put you there. Then he would look up at you, braiding your hair as you vent.

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bluewhitehues · 1 year ago

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Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Part 4

It was Sunday. The boys have their practice today that means mingyu and chan are going to meet. As soon as Mingyu goes to the practice room he spots chan but chan tries to avoid him lingering by seokmins side.

"YOU you fuvker come here right now-"

Mingyu tries to grab him while Chan's shoving a confused seokmin in between them he's asking what's this about ,what happened.

"This bastard told me he'd set me up on a date with y/n, turns out he told her it's a blind date instead of telling her it's a date with me"

"Ah hyuuung.. come on I tried my best for you two I had no other way i thought this would be the best option" chan whined

"Yah dino-ya that isn't nice, think about how he must've felt he was so excited to go" Seokmin scolds chan.

"Exactly my point ...what best option chan, did you even think about me? I thought she agreed on a date because she likes me as well ..did you think my feelings were a joke? Or am I that desperate that you'd have to lie to her for a date ? If I had known I'd find some other way to do it myself do you think I couldn't ask her myself? " Mingyu asks.. there's hurt clear in his eyes.

Chan feels terrible now his voice gets small when he speaks ,"hyung I'm so sorry...I should have thought about you more I didn't think that far, trust me I just wanted you two to get along and may be like each other cause you both are so precious to me and you both are one of the most amazing people I know ...I swear I just thought about your happiness."

Mingyu sighs," you shouldn't have done that but it's ok I forgive you."

He can't stay mad at his little brother for long anyway.

Chan hugs him suddenly, he really does feel very bad, "I'm sorry again hyungg you know I love you right?"

Mingyu pats his back while rolling his eyes, but he's smiling, "yeah yeah I love you too but never pull such stunts again."

Meanwhile there's jeonghan, hoshi and basically all the boys staring at them, they heard everything obviously.

"so you went on a date? That too with y/n ? And you didn't tell us?" Seungkwan speaks for everyone while they are nodding along with him waiting for mingyu to answer.

"It was a first date I didn't know what will happen ofcourse I was going to tell you all if it all worked out-" chan cuts him off, talking with his eyes widened, "wait a minute..it didn't go well?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then? " Chan asks again.

"I mean uh she was pretty shocked ..she didn't think it'd be me , so I didn't want to make her anymore uncomfortable, so we just talked normally, we went out for a walk then I dropped her off ."

"THAT'S IT??" Chan asked his eyes comically wide.

"uh yeah like I didn't want to burden her so I said we can be friends."

At this, they all collectively facepalm themselves.

"Seriously mingyu??? FRIENDS???" hoshi says looking at mingyu like he's ridiculous.

Jeonghan also steps in, "yeah like it was a date right? no romantic lovey dovey thing happened? Instead of asking her for another date you asked her to be friends?"

"You didn't even try to flirt with her or something? " Says Seungcheol.

"I did all this for nothing then" chan says in disbelief.

Mingyu closes his eyes, rubbing his hand on his forehead frustratingly at their questions. "Can you all just drop it please? I'll manage by myself thank you."

"yeah just lets get back to practice." Wonwoo says rubbing mingyu's back comfortingly.

Then they go on with their day.

And you, You're enjoying your weekend resting at home. When you get Chan's text.

Dinosaur 🦖: So you frienzoned mingyu hyung??

You: WHAT??? He said that??

You're confused Mingyu wouldn't do that, would he?

Dinosaur 🦖: No he said you were shocked,he didn't want to make you uncomfortable so he suggested you can be just friends.

Dinosaur 🦖: But hello I'm disappointed?? I even planned your wedding in my head and what did you do? You frienzoned each other 🤐🤐👏🏻👏🏻just great

You: woah woah no one told you to get that excited buddy and definitely not on a date which you planned by lying

Dinosaur 🦖: Pleaseee I said I'm sorry and don't make me feel more guilty I was already about to cry if mingyu hyung didn't forgive me...I don't think I can ever trouble him again even jokingly

You: was it that bad? Is he ok?

You can't help but feel bad thinking about him.

Dinosaur 🦖: well it's all my fault.. but girl atleast now you take some effort 🙄 I've found you such a great match and you're gonna keep him as your friend??

Dinosaur 🦖: God y/n even god wouldn't forgive such a thing.. I hate to say it but girls would die to be at your place right now.. GAME UPPPP I will even give you tips on how to flirt if you want

You roll your eyes at that.

You: Oh please I'm great at flirting you're the last person I'd take help from, you've done enough just go and focus on your practice for now..byeee

Dinosaur 🦖: BYE🙄🤐

Your thoughts take you to Mingyu again, "he must be hurt", "should I talk to him?", "what if he thinks I'm pitying him."

Your train of thoughts get interrupted by another ping of your phone , you pick it up to see mingyu's name on it.

On the other hand, Mingyu promises himself that he won't be sad anymore cause what is there to be sad about right? He's always the one who thinks about the brighter side of the situation, everyone says he's just too positive and hopeful even in the worst situations but Mingyu takes pride in that .. cause not many people have it, it takes a lot to be that positive,that courageous, that happy. So he's just gonna be himself.

Cause before yesterday, First- he didn't have your number, Second-you weren't on talking basis/you had zero connection, Three- He didn't have you even as a friend.. so for him it's win is a win kind of situation.

You read his text.

Mingyu : Heyy ..so chan asked me something about your purse??

You: oh shitt I forgot to tell you ..I lied about that to get your number from him 🫢

Mingyu: well don't worry I covered for you, you owe me something now👀 ..also should've asked me for my number directly, I'm more than willing to give it to you.

ONE THING ABOUT MINGYU IS HE WILL FLIRT, and your heart will suffer . Well in his defence he said you will be friends...there was no part where he mentioned he won't flirt or he won't try to woo you. So it seems you just gotta prepare yourself.

You huff at his reply, you started talking to him just from yesterday but you already got to know that this boy was a flirt ..a smooth one at that.

And were you feeling giddy, were you blushing? Well may be

You: Oh I'd have definately..asked it by myself. But you see it was an eventful day so kind of forgot to ask ...also yes I do owe you a big one, for yesterday as well ..tell me what I can do ? How about a meal?

Mingyu: Wouldn't that be a date?

You: it'd be whatever we will treat it as ..we said we'd be friends so it'll be us trying to build our friendship may be? Come on friends go to eat together all the time

Mingyu: Fair enough then, when will we go ?

You: Um I've work from tomorrow i'd be only free at dinner time 😕 is next week ok? If yes let me know when you're available

Mingyu: oh that's sad:( .. okay will go next week I'll let you know the time.

You: okayy cool ..see you then :)

Mingyu: Yes take care :))

You don't know but he's smiling at his phone right now, just as you are :)

In evening you meet chan he had promised you a meal so he's here at your apartment with lots of take out food and cake and muffins.

His practice was almost a day long so you had told him to just go home and take rest you'll plan to meet some another time . But he improvised the plan and came here.

You take all the food from him happily smiling looking at it..."Woahh you brought so much food"

He gives a toothy grin to you, "well I know you, I knew it'd keep you occupied "

You instantly stopped smiling and blinked at him ,"oh damn you almost had me distracted" you blink at him again.

He knows something is going to happen now, he is on alert..Then you're placing all the food down on the table, going to the couch grabbing a pillow andddddd he is running then, you run behind him.

"You asshole I promised myself i'd beat you up stop right there you bratttt"

He's screaming when you reach him and hit him with the pillow, "Ahhhhh this feels like some deja vu" he's running again and then going behind couch, giving those puppy eyes ..."I'm hungry" blink blink "I'm so tired and I was dancing the whole day, I'm so exhausted already and you're not even letting me eat I said sorry now stopp"

Your mouth hangs open at his antics..you huff..."Should learn emotional blackmailing from you ,go and wash your hands I'll get the plates"

He gives you a big big bright smile and runs to give you a quick hug before going to wash his hands.

You smile at him shaking your head.

You guys eat your food while talking.

He keeps asking about the date, so you tell him that it kinda got ruined because you were nervous so to make it up to Mingyu you decide to take him out for a meal .. he's teasing you about how it's a date when you keep denying it isn't.

"I don't know about you but on our planet here we humans call it a date" he says smugly.

You roll your eyes at him "whatever chan it's a friendly date then."

He shakes his head at you, saying you're impossible.

"Btw do you remember yunjin?"

"yeah the girl you're currently seeing ?"

"Yeah her...I think it's going to work out for me this time." He's smiling softly at his plate like he's thinking about her..."She's nice".

"woah woah look at you all blushing Lee chan"

He laughs," I just- I really hope it works out this time .. I've always wanted a serious relationship and this time it seems like it'd work ...I'm serious and I feel she is too." He says while smiling looking at you.

And honestly you want that for him as well.Cause he looks so happy just talking about her so sincerely. Whatever you thought about him you were never that childish to be jealous and think I wish I was the girl. No , you can't force someone's feelings. If he feels that for someone you'd always root for him. You always pray for your close people's happiness and he's one of them so why wouldn't you want that.

You coo at him.."Aww, I'm really rooting for you Chan you deserve it you deserve every happiness in this world."

He smiles at you, "thank you y/n, I'm also rooting for you" and then he dramatically winks at you. You know exactly what he's saying so you groan and threaten him to stab him with the fork if he doesn't shut up. He laughs at you.

Part 5

A/n:Hey lovely readers, this is it for today hope you enjoy it💗

Also the female reader isn't someone too deeply hurt or too deeply in love (about chan) she is not the jealous type, she has made her peace with everything so you won't see her feeling all these emotions deeply.

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all-pacas · 5 days ago

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I love aromantic cameron hc because i think she's full of love and empathy and caring (which makes her a great doctor!) but like, 0 romantic love there. Her heart is big and she's so fascinating as a character - with this hc i think different types of admiration or something like that she may get confused for what Love is depicted in the media and stuff. "I can fix him" =/= love most of the time really

But i get what you're saying, the fandom is a misogynist nightmare for characters. The show is too but that's the 2000s eh and this is just my hc!!!

i truly don’t want to attack anyone’s headcanons because it’s fandom and it’s not that serious. if you want to hc cameron or house of whoever as aro, more power to you. it’s just when people go “this is canon, this is backed up by canon, this is a fact” and not “i can read it like so” i get a little ehh; my post yesterday wasn’t about “what if she was ace and we examined that?” but about how literally everyone shrugs and says “well, she never loved chase. or house. of her husband. or.”

the fact is: cameron does feel romantic love for other characters. a lot of it. constantly.

isn’t it kind of crazy that people would sooner justify why they think cameron never loved anyone than say she did?

as much as lowkey i hate cameron always being defined by love on the show: she is literally always in love or in lust with someone (a man, specifically) on the show. she has more canon love interests than anyone (except chase, but only if you count his hook ups, which i do not). it is a little ambiguous how she truly felt for her dead husband, but even if you want to say she never loved him at all: she was in love with joe to the point of wanting an affair. she was in love with house and very much sexually attracted to him. she had a brief infatuation with tb guy. she and chase were involved for ~3 years, being incredibly sexually attracted to one another and then getting married. cameron said she loved him. cameron fought very hard for that relationship. cameron isn't getting remarried accidentally. she then gets married again and has a kid. aside from her first husband and house, she didn’t want to “fix” any of them, nor did any of them need or ask her to.

obviously none of this precludes her being aro/ace in some way, but to me it’s… kind of Telling that cameron is honestly constantly in love/lust/interested in some man or another, pursuing some man or another, and fandom just goes “no. i do not see it. no, it doesn't count.” house? no, just a crush, she was misguided. chase? no, she hated him. other men? who? she wasn’t really interested in anyone! if only she realized she was truly aro/ace/lesbian-but-not-bi, maybe she would have been happy! if only cameron had a love interest that was suited to her, then maybe she would have been capable of love!

again, i am not attacking people’s ships or headcanons. an examination of cameron as aro/ace despite her constant crushes would be a fascinating one. you can headcanon her as literally anything you want. this is internet fandom, it is not that serious.

but in canon, she has those crushes, you get what i'm saying? an examination of the camchase divorce is fun enough without having to pretend that cameron always was neutral at best to chase. hameron was messy enough without patting cameron on the head and going "there there, you don't know what you feel, you don't really like him." and why is it always cameron? why is chase (and his constant boredom with relationships, his stated distaste for sex with hook ups) never called aro/ace/comphet? why are wilson and foreman, who constantly throw themselves into relationships they dislike and hate being in, never called asexual and incapable of love? why not house?

why is it only cameron who gets constantly dismissed and rewritten and headcanoned into someone new? as a matter of course? why do i make a post talking about how cameron did love chase and is cabable of love and get a response going but here's a way she still could not love him!! no shade on you anon. headcanon what you want. but it's such a pattern.

i’d be less suspicious of it if it wasn’t constant for cameron. if being re-written wasn't her default setting. she’s always being changed and edited and having her personality adjusted — by haters, by people who ship one thing or another, by whoever — in a way other characters don’t get. foreman is ignored by fandom and that’s its own problem.: there are degrees of takes for chase — some folks make him too much of an ass; some people make him too much of a wet puppy — but most people agree with the core of his personality and character. cameron? she’s x. she’s y. she’s aro because she didn’t like her canon partners. she’s ace because she doesn’t love. she never loved anyone. she's gay (never bi, because that would imply she was attracted to the past men in her life and that's not okay) because she didn't love her canon partners. she can’t. she shouldn’t. i’d be more excited about these headcanons if just once people talked about the cameron we already have, not the one you wish existed.

#allison cameron #house md #hate crimes md #being very brave and using her tag but come on. guys.#malpractice posting

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applepiesupreme · 3 months ago

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American Apple Pie

Pairing: Low/Mid Honor Arthur Morgan and female OC.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Savigne Ricci is a temporary guest at the Van der Linde camp. Her path crosses with the enforcer of the gang, Arthur Morgan, and despite their differences, a relationship develops between them. Whole lot of smut and fluff, slow burn-ish.

Chapter 45

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54945853/chapters/156741244

Savigne woke up with the kick. Her eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight and the orange glow of the embers in the hearth as she lied there, listening to the movement in her belly.

Soon, the profoundness of the situation washed over her: first night in her cabin. Well… not her cabin yet, but nevertheless, a cabin! An enormous jump and a true milestone! All the years of waking up and heading to work in the heat, the rain and the cold; of hours of sweat and back pain, of passing by shop windows and telling herself she can’t afford it, of never rewarding herself beyond a bath a week, of sleeping in tents…all the schlepping and sweating and hauling distilled into this tiny but intense droplet of success.

Her heart percolated with contentment and the happiness of having achieved what she had set out to do. Ever since she had been a little girl she had fantasized about having a place of her own, that was reserved for her. And now she was here. Even better, on the way here she had stumbled upon something she had never dared to hope: a man to share it with. Her self confidence swelled like a tsunami, dwarfing all her setbacks, her stumbling steps, her slide backs.

Quietly and very carefully she slipped off the bed, then paused to listen to Arthur’s deep breathing to make sure he didn’t wake. He was a light sleeper but lucky for her, he was drained from the activities of yesterday. She carefully crept around the haphazardly strewn about crates and items to the window next to the hearth to look out. Nothing but moonlight and trees. No snoring of fellow orphans. No distant murmur of people sitting, drinking, laughing around a fire. No buzzing of insects and croaking of frogs. The silence behind walls was so much thicker than the silence behind the fabric of a tent. It felt bizarre and dreamlike and she understood why some characters in the books she read were compelled to pinch themselves at times. She stood for a long time, watching the faint swishing of trees in the distance and silently telling the baby poking around inside her why this was such a monumental day.

Then the whisper of fabric, a hand patting the bed. She froze like a child playing hide and seek, hoping he would go back to sleep but her hopes were spoiled when the next moment he bolted to sit upright and the dark shadow of his head turned in her direction.

“Savigne? What you doin’ there?”

Before she could answer he was out of the bed and by her side, eyes darting as if to spot danger outside the window.

“Calm down,” she soothed. “I’m just taking in the view. It’s very quiet.”

His shoulders sank in relief and he ran his hands over his face to wipe off the sleep. His hair was all mussed and sticking upright in spots. She grinned and rose on her toes to comb it back.

“Course it’s quiet: it’s late,” he yawned and shuffled over to poke through the embers of the fireplace before he threw a few more logs in to revive the fire. The room grew immediately brighter when they caught flame. He looked up at her from his haunches. “Everythin’ okay?”

“I think you’ve asked me that twenty-seven times now since yesterday. Yes, everything is okay!” All throughout the packing and then the riding and then when she sat on the bed as he hauled some of the crates in: "You okay?" Obviously, she hadn't been okay. You would think that being around the gang and having lived through the spells of violence she had, she would have been more okay. But there was definitely something different about seeing a person you knew get killed. Still, for his sake if not her own, she had nodded repeatedly and said she was okay and eventually, her anxiety had subsided.

“Wouldn’ be askin’ if you wasn’ perched by the window like a crow in the middle of night,” he grumbled.

“Grub kicked me awake. And then it was too quiet, so I couldn’t sleep.”

He came back over and splayed his hand on her belly. His teeth flashed in the moonlight when he felt the movement. “Feels stronger.”

It didn’t feel any different to her at all, but he seemed elated by the idea so she said “A little.”

“Think breakfast helped,” he mused.

She bit back her chortle at the childish conclusion that eating breakfast two days in a row could make a baby immediately stronger. But just when she was about to tease him, she glanced up at the giant of a man standing next to her, his massive left paw sitting on her bump, his eyes narrowed with concentration as if he was trying to crack a bank safe, and couldn’t bring herself to pierce his delusion.

“Maybe,” she smiled instead.

He nodded and grunted in satisfaction before he took her hand and pulled her back to the bed. The room was awash in the orange flicker of open fire from the hearth and warm and toasty. It smelled pleasantly of fir and burnt wood. They sat next to one another for a while and looked around the room, trying to absorb the bizarre reality that somehow they had made it, that they were here at last. As far as cabins went, it was small and humble, but for two orphans who had stumbled from one makeshift temporary living arrangement to another, the accomplishment felt colossal.

“Feels like a dream,” she whispered. “I walked for so long, I think I forgot the journey had a destination.”

“Should ‘ave left when y’asked back in the Bayou,” he murmured and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Been doin’ nothin’ but losin’ since. Losin’ time. Friends. Money.”

“Are you still crying over that money?” A sullen shrug of the shoulders. “I was poor all my life and I know how you used to live. We’ll be fine.”

“Wasn’ just for us.”

“The grub will be fine. It’s just going to drink milk for a year. Cheap!”

He laughed softly and looked away. There was a wariness and sadness to him that made her uneasy. Maybe this was typical after big, calamitous events. Maybe he had been like this after Mary or Eliza. Maybe he had washed up like this in Guarma after that failed heist. But she was used to the confident Arthur and felt unsure what to do about it.

“I’m sorry about Dutch,” she said quietly and watched him grimace, eyes set on the fire. In the orange glow he looked tired and older. “It must be hard to lose family later in life.” She laid a hand on his knee and he laced his fingers with hers.

“We had a bad run since Blackwater,” he sighed. “Wasn’ gettin’ better and I don’ think was goin’ to. Reckon we was just gonna die off one by one.”

“Still…we did part a little…abruptly. I didn’t get to say goodbye to anyone…” It had been unsettling, the way he had urged her out of there. How he had ushered her on a wagon and spurred the horses as she had tried to get a last glimpse over her shoulder. She could sense his tension and his anxiety, but she didn't quite understand what about. “You don’t really think…” She tried to finish the sentence, but it wouldn’t come. It felt wrong to even think it, let alone say it. The people in the gang had held her hand when she was sick and had shown compassion when she was lost.

He gazed into the fire a long time. “Don’ know what I thought,” he muttered at last, wiping a palm over his face. “But Dutch leavin’ changed things and I wasn’ gonna stick around to see how folks was gonna shape up.”

She squeezed his fingers and he turned to look at her, a half smile playing on his lips in the dim firelight.

“Do you think…” she worried her lip, “...if I had never come to stay in that camp…maybe you’d be in Tahiti right now, happily eating mangoes?”

“The hell!?” was his surprised response.

“Think about it: you would have never moved away from camp, you and Dutch wouldn't have fallen out, Micah wouldn't have happened, and-”

“Get in!” was his frustrated exhale as he rose and shooed her to bed. “Grub makin’ you stupid again.”

She eyed the boxed in side closer to the wall with suspicion. “Why do you want me to lie on that side?”

“Cause that’s where you sleep?”

In the tent, this had been their arrangement. Because he would come and go at odd hours, she used to lie closer to the wagon and he on the side that faced the tent, so he wouldn’t wake her up with his comings and goings. But given that this wasn’t going to be the case anymore, she suspected that he wanted to make sure she didn’t slip out of bed without waking him like she just had earlier tonight.

“This side faces the fireplace, it’s warmer.” She resisted.

“Get in, I’ll keep you warm,” he drawled.

“You just don’t want me to get up without you knowing,” she mumbled and crawled over.

“Woman,” he sighed, joining her under the covers and wrapping an arm around her. “What if you roll off, ever think of that?”

“Why would I roll off? I’m not a child.”

“I can tell yer better cause yer itchin' for a fight,” he mumbled into her neck before he gave it a kiss.

For a long while she listened to the crackling of the fire and watched the sliver of moonlight on the cabin wall.

“Thought ya liked the quiet?” was his late murmur when she wouldn't fall asleep.

“I do, I’m just not used to it.”

“What was you gonna do if you bought a cabin for yerself?”

“Probably perch by the window like a crow.”

She grinned at his chuckle. After another long moment of silence she whispered: “Do you miss the gang?”

“The gang we left just hours ago?” was the sheepish question from behind her.

“Yeah,” she caressed his hand on her stomach.

“No.”

“Do you miss the camp itself?”

“No.”

“Do you miss the-"

“No more baygals for you.”

“What!? Why not?”

“Makes ya twitchy.”

“You didn’t complain about me being twitchy when we came to the cabin after the hotel…” was her coy response.

There was a pause. Then: “‘M buyin' you baygals every day.”

She laughed and pressed her back into his chest.

“Go to sleep” he kissed her neck.

“I can’t.”

"Go to sleep or 'm gonna have to make ya."

"How? Will you sing me a lullaby?" she chuckled.

"Yer the one who will do the singin'," he drawled and his hand glided up to gently cup a breast.

"How can you even think about that after the day we had? Jesus!" But she knew how: Sex was how he relieved his stress and frustration and anger. Arthur always ran hot and heavy and truthfully, now that the grub was driving her crazy, so did she.

“Ya shouldn’ have reminded me ‘bout this morning in the kitchen.” His hand spidered down and gently cupped her cunt over her bloomers. God, I'm turning into such a loose woman, she thought. When his hardness bloomed against her buttocks, her pulse quickened and soon enough she slipped into the same mood despite - as she had scolded him a moment ago - the events of the previous day.

"Seriously?" she grinned and rubbed her buttocks against his erection.

“It’s called a husband bulge,” he drawled as he placed an open mouthed kiss under her ear. She burst into laughter at that and he took it as an invitation to get friskier, rose on his elbow and tugged at her shoulder to make her lie on her back.

“Stop,” she chuckled, trying to evade the lips that were chasing hers. “We’re not even married!”

“Ya never heard of playacting in bed?” The hand threw up the hem of her nightgown below the covers and slipped under the waistband of her bloomers. She clamped her legs close and laughed harder.

“You want us to play a married couple?” She squirmed and flailed and wrapped her fingers around his wrist to arrest its journey.

“Or I can be the robber…” he leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips. “…and you can offer me somethin’ other than money…”

“What the fuck?” she chortled but the act of laughing loosened her thighs and a moment later his hand darted between her legs and quickly traversed the patch of hair.

He kissed her long and sweet as his fingers brushed up and down her folds and she shivered with desire. She let go of his wrist and combed through his hair. “How does that one go?” she whispered when he broke the kiss.

He ran his tongue over his teeth in contemplation, looking down at her.

“I come in late night...” he drawled, fingers tracing and brushing and ghosting. “...sneak in a window...you hear me downstairs...and come to the stairs…” He paused for a moment and added: "Naked.”

She exploded into laughter and pressed her face into his chest. “Why would I be naked?”

He grinned down at her. “Cause that how you sleep.”

“But I don’t.”

The tip of his ring finger ever so slowly teased her opening and she bit back a moan. “It’s pretend.”

“Okay then…" she panted, "...I'm naked BUT...I have the bed cover," she bit her lip as the finger playfully entered her, moved out, entered again. "...wrapped around my shoulders.”

He thought on this for a moment and nodded in acceptance. “Ma’am,” he said roughly. “‘M gonna need all yer money.” The finger spiraled deeper to the second joint, and this time she did moan, undulating her hips in an effort to pull it deeper.

He looked at her with expectation and she watched the movement of his hand under the covers as it pulsed, stroking her and felt herself get wet. “I," she swallowed, "I...pull out a gun and shoot you?”

He laughed darkly, watching her face twist with pleasure, her hips twitching with need. “Where this gun at if yer naked?”.

“It’s…well…" she arched a little as her muscles clamped on his finger and he pushed it deeper while his thumb brushed her clit. A jolt of electricity ran down her spine. "I...left it on the stairs...in case...something like this...happens.”

He snickered at that. "Can't make up shit that makes no sense," he warned her and curled his finger to brush over her sensitive spot and she arched again as her mouth fell open. He dived in to kiss her, tongue brushing against hers, lips suckling and gently biting hers.

She moaned and clawed at his shoulder when leaned away again to watch her with hooded eyes. His cock hardened further against her hip as she twisted helplessly next to him.

“Okay fine," she panted, wishing he would just fuck her already. "I have...a secret...pocket in my covers.”

A chuckle as he slipped a second finger in and curled both. "What I say 'bout shit that make no sense?" Her legs fell apart and her eyes rolled up in her head as her spine bowed again. Already she was drenched but he didn't increase his pace, just casually worked her into a frenzy with every dip of his digits. "'Sides," he drawled, watching her writhe, "Ya can't shoot."

“Okay," she whined, nails digging into his shoulder, feeling the muscles work under his warm skin. "Okay...I run back...to the bedroom...Jesus...and lock the door!”

“I kick it in,” he whispered, leaving a trail of hot kisses on her neck and biting her earlobe.

“Then..." she moaned again as she felt fire erupt in her gut. She was so close, if only he went deeper... She tried to shift her hips to make that happen but he mischievously drew back his fingers. "I take the gun...from under my bed..." she panted and glared up at him, "...and shoot you.”

“Ya can’t shoot, Savigne!” he reminded her and without warning the fingers sank all the way in while his thumb circled her clit. A low moan reverberated through her.

“Okay then...oh god…I...uh...jump out the window!”

“Yer on the second floor. And naked,” he tsked. He withdrew his fingers and crawled on top of her, careful not to put his weight on her belly. “I throw you on the bed and pin you down.” He settled on his elbows and looked down at her. “Ma’am, ‘m gonna need all yer money,” he growled. He rubbed his cock against a thigh. “Unless…ya got somethin’ else to offer?”

Bastard had worked her up and now was teasing her. “You know what?" was her frustrated huff. "Take the money.” He blinked in surprise. “What? I’m naked. Defenseless. What am I supposed to do?”

“Yer supposed to bargain,” he chuckled and licked her neck.

"No. Take the money.”

“Yer really bad at this,” he laughed, teeth playfully biting her neck, refusing to give her what she wanted if she didn't play along.

“Damn it!” she hissed. “Mister Robber, can you please put a pillow under me and fuck me already!?”

He snickered and rose to his knees to pull off his shirt. The soft light of the fire danced on his chest and in his eyes.

“Yes ma’am.”

The next morning she woke up to the whoosh of cold air that followed him in when he returned with eggs that they had left in one of the outside crates to remain cool. She watched him place a trivet on the fire in the hearth and crack eggs into a pan for breakfast and languished naked under the covers, feeling intensely content and happy.

"We should put up a curtain for the bedroom," was her husky assessment. "So our bed and our clothes here don't smell of food."

He hummed in agreement and went around the crates to find the cutlery.

"You know what I miss?" she drawled, watching the economy of his movements.

A grunt of a response.

"Sleeping on my stomach."

He chuckled. "You gonna get up, princess?"

"I hate breakfast," she mumbled as she sat up and fished around for her nightgown and her bloomers.

"Grub likes it." He set the table and retrieved the pan to dole out the breakfast, then set a pot of coffee on the trivet.

There was no convincing him otherwise so she dressed, put on her wool socks and padded over to the table and sank into a chair. They looked at each other across the table and grinned simultaneously.

"This is nice, isn't it?" was her hushed whisper. He nodded as he poured her coffee. She ate, unable to wrap her head around it. Domestic life: something neither had really experienced before. It felt so...strange. Peaceful.

When she was a little girl, sometimes they used to play House in the orphanage and one of the most heated debates was what a family talked about at the breakfast table. This subject used to mystify them because at dinner people probably talked about the day they had, but breakfast? Some girls said people didn't talk about anything at all and just ate. The Sisters always frowned on chatter during meals so this seemed plausible. But there were other girls who insisted real families had long breakfasts where men read the paper while women put jam on their husband’s toast and talked about buying new dresses.

"Thinkin' I'll set up our tent for Marston," he gulped his coffee. "Better than what he has. Warmer."

She was surprised by his generosity because Arthur was stingy and didn't part with his stuff easily.

"You know what? We should have a nice dinner. Food makes everyone feel better.”

"Lazan ya?" he perked up.

"Sure," she grinned. "Also pie. What kind of pie does John like?"

He paused. "Why?" was his suspicious question. His generosity had limits.

"Because we have to invite them?" she said, incredulous.

"Why?"

"Because it would be rude not to?"

He scoffed. "They fine."

"That's preposterous. John literally helped to build the place!”

"Course he was gonna help, told him to."

She gave him a long cool look and repeated: "What kind of pie does he like?"

"He don' like no pie," was the dismissive response.

"Bullshit," she laughed, amused by how territorial he became every time food was the issue. "I was told everyone likes pie."

"See..." he settled back in his chair, "...you do stuff like this, you gonna set an example. Then we gotta feed these coons all the time."

"Nothing wrong with that. I like cooking, I’ll just cook a little more.”

“Ain’t gonna happen,” he waved the idea away.

“Are you suggesting we snuggle in the cabin and eat lasagna while they starve out there?”

“They ain’t gonna starve,” he objected. Then, under her long hard gaze, offered “I can take a plate over for Jack?”

“So the hungry parents can watch while he eats?”

“They grown, Savigne. Plenty game around.”

“In my culture its very rude to exclude people from food. Especially family.”

“You as American as me,” he snorted. “That ain’t a thing here.”

“It’s absolutely a thing, you just grew up around the wrong people. I can go to the market after work today."

He took a frustrated breath, glanced at her, then decided the lasagna was worth the inconvenience. "Fine. One dinner."

She chewed with amusement and shrugged as if to say 'we'll see'. The man actually thought he owned her cooking, imagine that!

Afterwards she dressed up and said she can go to work herself but he insisted. “Heard there’s robbers ‘round here,” he grinned while he helped her up the cart.

She was so happy she felt like she would come apart at the seams and babbled all the way to the steakhouse. Then she ran off, eager to give Luther the news, turned around and ran back to kiss him on the cheek.

“Don’t forget the baskets!” she yelled as she ran off again. “And to ask what kind of pie John likes!”

John was sitting by the fire, drinking his coffee and silently bristling about the mess he found himself in. No gang, no Dutch, no money and no clue how to make more. To make matters more complicated, stuck around a city where his face was too recognizable as someone who had recently escaped from prison. Worse still - everyone around him perfectly happy. Abigail happy. Jack happy because that's just how the kid was wired. Arthur and Savigne obviously happy. I'd be happy too if I was snug in a cabin right now, he thought sullenly and huddled into the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. As if he had spoken of the devil, Arthur rolled around the bend and rode to park by his cabin.

Deep down he knew of course that it wasn't any of the people here that he was upset with, but a man who was probably hundreds of miles away by now. But that man was gone and these people here were...well...here. He knew it was the stupid part of his brain thinking. He was going to come here anyway. Had agreed to it, had even wanted it. But that plan hadn't included him being broke, did it? Ain't nobody's fault but yer own, he thought. Should have saved when you could.

He watched Arthur stride over in his no nonsense manner and drank his coffee dry because most likely he was gonna be asked to do something. Again. I paid my dues, he thought, and I ain't in the mood, so 'm just gonna say no.

When he arrived, those judgy blue eyes crawled over their makeshift camp and their dew speckled blankets and the dim campfire.

"Marston," was the rough greeting. "Come with."

He sighed and rose to his feet. So much for saying no. Coward.

They trudged towards Arthur's wagon that stood aside, a number of crates still stacked in it from last night. His arms started to hurt with the idea of carrying those things again.

"Why y'ain't pitch yer tent?"

"Was tired."

Arthur didn't say anything but he knew him well enough to sense the disapproval emanating from him like heat from a stove.

As he had feared, he was told to help unload the wagon. Good thing I was given time to have coffee at least, he thought sourly. Pack up, pack down. Pack up, pack down. The physical work served as a reminder why they were here in the first place and he found himself saying "We gonna go after that bastard or what?"

Blue eyes flicked at him, then away. "To do what?"

"To get our money back," he spat. Then, the floodgates being finally released, the poison he had built up in his head all night bubbled over: "I got nothin'. I don' know how to make more. 'M stuck here now and the kid eats like a damn locust and I can't do nothin' cause I gotta lie low!”

Arthur didn't answer right away. But after the last crate was stacked aside he gave John a long look. "Lemme ask you somethin'. Say we find these guys. What you gonna do? 'Sides askin' nicely, that is."

John restlessly raked a hand through his hair and rolled his shoulders. "Reckon gonna ask not so nicely then."

"He gonna say no. Then what?"

He chewed his lips and looked away. "Why would he say no? Maybe he say yes?"

Arthur gave him a look. "He didn' steal that money to hand it over when yer ugly mug shows up. He gonna say no. Then what?"

His shoulders hitched. Of course Dutch was gonna say no. He knew this. But he was angry because he was desperate and he was desperate because he couldn't do nothing.

"You gonna shoot Dutch, Marston?"

"He deserves it," was his low mutter.

"Ain't arguin' that. 'M askin' if you gonna shoot him."

"Maybe."

"No y'ain't," was the snort. "Y'aint gonna shoot Dutch but maybe he shoot you." John waved that notion away but Arthur's eyes hardened. "I know you thinkin' he ain't gonna do it. And might be yer right," was the low addition. "But if we was asked two days ago if he would slink out with our money, we would have said no to that, too. Think on that."

Arthur motioned for him to tie the horses off the cart and on to the wagon. He thought on how Dutch had accepted Bronte's invitation to the ball and simmered. "There was signs..." he grumbled as he untied Frost.

"Sure there was signs," was the grumble. "But we was blind, that's my point. We don' know what he gonna do and findin' out might cost us our families."

"You, me, Sadie and Charles - ain't no way he can say no to that!”

"Yesterday I thought the same," the older man sighed as he worked. "Cause I was angry. Today my head clearer."

Course yer thinkin' clearer, John thought sourly. Cause yer warm and yer stomach full and knowing you, you got money in yer pocket. On top of that yer fuckin' right. Again. He huffed to himself and yanked the belts tight. When he looked up, Arthur was watching him.

"John." The softness of the voice stilled his hands. "I know. Believe me, 'm thinkin' the same. 'M hatin' the same. But we gonna be alright."

He stood there, trying to swallow his anger. His disappointment. His helplessness. It took him a few moments but somehow he managed. He glanced over to Abigail and Jack. "Don' know how 'm gonna look after my family," he admitted at long last. "Never had to, before. Not really." He was bewildered at what he was saying and had a moment of panic where he felt like he had said too much. He inspected his boots, waiting for Arthur's expected rough teasing. Maybe a slap on the back of his head. Probably words that questioned if he was a man or not. None of it came.

"We gonna have to learn together."

John looked up, startled.

He had seen Arthur's softer side often enough. Mostly to Jack. Definitely to Savigne. But to him? Rare as a streaking star. Not in years. He stilled, not sure how to react. The moment stretched on and he flustered as if he was a teenager all over again.

"How?" he managed to croak at last.

Arthur climbed up the wagon and jabbed his chin for him to do the same. "First we gonna set up this wagon for you."

"Really?" he blinked, his surprise deepening. Arthur nodded and spurred the horses towards John's campfire. "Has a nice bed. Then we gonna head over to Shady Belle and retrieve them pillars so we can set up the tent proper. Has a second skin, should be warm."

"Okay," he said as his mood lifted. "Yeah, okay. Yer tent was nice. Think them pillars still there?"

"Hope so," Arthur grinned. "Them and the ice box. Then tomorrow, we go to Saint Denis. There a guy who pays good money for feathers and flowers."

"The hell for?"

"Rich people shit."

He turned this over in head and the more he thought on it, the lighter he felt. Hope bloomed in him and he rolled his shoulders as a weight slid off. “Yeah," he said "Okay. Sounds good.”

Halfway there Arthur suddenly asked "What kinda pie you like anyway?"

John blinked. "Pie? Dunno...Plum?"

An incredulous look by the other man. "Plum?" was the disbelieving question.

"Yeah. Plum's nice."

"You makin' shit up or what?"

"I ain't," was his defensive response. "Had it once. Was nice."

"You ain't never ate plum pie," Arthur scoffed. "Where you ate this pie?"

"At a saloon."

"So that mean you was drunk and couldn’ tell."

"'M telling ya, it was plum."

"Right," was the skeptical click of a tongue.

They set up the wagon, then walked the horses to the cart and argued all the way to Shady Belle and that entire time not once did he think about Dutch again.

When she came out he was surprised to see Luther lumber after her. “Luther is coming to the market with us,” she said. “I’ll sit in the back.”

“I can sit th-” Luther tried but Savigne was already scrambling up into the bed of the cart like a spider. He gave Arthur a look, grumbled as he climbed up the front.

Arthur gave a deflated sigh of his own and set the course to the farmers market. On the way she chirped about this and that and both men listened patiently until Luther told her to take a breath, after which she calmed down a little. But as soon as they arrived at the market, she grabbed a basket and ran off, came back, asked him for money, ran off again.

“Lord above,” Luther said gruffly, lighting a cigarette and offering another to Arthur. “Woman yapped my damn ears off all day. Congratulations. Told ya she was gonna say yes.”

He shifted on his feet and tried to tamper down the grin that threatened to slice his face from ear to ear. Savigne ran back with bags of fruit and emptied them into the large basket he was holding.

“Ya need money?” the black man blew out smoke.

“No?” was his surprised response. “We good,” he rolled his shoulders.

“I ain’t sayin’ ya shouldn’ pay it back,” Luther clarified to calm his bristling.

“‘M a grown man, I can make my own,” he said, a bit miffed. It still stung that he had lost his entire savings, and to nobody’s surprise, Savigne had run off to tell Luther first thing.

“I know you can,” was the huff. “But ‘m sayin’, better come to me than I read ‘bout it in the damn papers later.”

He waited until she ran off again before he said “Ain’t gonna do that no more. Thinkin’ maybe I’ll do some huntin’…There a feller who pays for plumes and orchids, might do that.”

Luther nodded sagely. “Don’ buy shit. Come by Sunday with the cart, church has some stuff youse can use.”

Arthur gave him a look under his brows. “Charity?”

“What, you too rich for charity, big guy?”

He bit his cheek and watched her haggle with one of the vendors. “Not anymore,” he sighed.

They smoked in silence until Luther said “Ya wasn’ here, was in the papers. They found who killed Ecco.”

“That so?”

“Vampire said he done it.”

“‘Scuse me?” was his startled response.

Luther nodded and grinned at him. “There a bloodsucker in Saint Denis, you don’ know ‘bout that?”

“The hell?”

The cook grinned wider. “Some sick fool goin’ ‘bout suckin’ people dry.”

“This real?” was his question as he opened the lid for Savigne to dump in bags of dry beans and lentils.

“Who knows?” Luther waved his cigarette. “He been runnin’ hoops ‘round the law for years. Claimed he done it and said chef tasted so fine, he couldn’ stop at blood. Ate him from eartips to toes.”

“Why he lie like that?”

“Cause the freak likes scarin’ folks and teasin’ the law?” the cook shrugged.

“Works for me,” Arthur chuckled, then did a double take, handed the basket to the other man and strode over to wrestle the potato sack from Savigne’s arms.

“Woman, you mad?” he hissed as she resisted until he yanked it off, slapped it over a shoulder and walked to the mouth of the alley to drop it into the cart.

“See how bossy he is?” she complained to Luther before she ran off further into the market.

“Talked to Mister Harrison,” Luther ground his stub under a heel when Arthur returned. “She ain’t gotta come in Mondays and Wednesdays no more.”

Arthur grunted his approval and took back the basket. The streetlights above them flickered on one by one and cast their soft glows on the market. “How you convince him?”

“Wasn’ hard.” the lips bowed. “Told him those are slow days and he gonna save money. Thems magic words to men like him.”

Arthur thought about thanking him but felt like Luther would be insulted at the notion that he needed to be thanked. He wondered dimly what his life would have been like if he had had someone like this around him in his younger years instead of Dutch. Someone who did right by him with no expectations in return.

“You take care of my girl,” the black man said to him suddenly with unexpected seriousness.

“You goin’ somewhere?”

“Ain’t we all, eventually?”

The cowboy gave him a long head to toe, finding himself irked. “Could lose some weight, you know?”

“Then I won’ be as pretty,” was the grin of a response.

He didn’t push and he didn’t know why it unsettled him. Somehow his mind went to losing Hosea and recently Dutch, and the idea of losing Luther as well rattled him. Which was odd because he barely knew Luther. He thought of something to say and all he could come up with was “Reckon you know a priest?”

“I know just the one,” Luther mused. “Lips nice and tight. When you wanna do this?”

He opened the lid for Savigne to drop in vegetables and waited for her to walk away. “Was up to me, tomorrow.”

Luther gave him a sharp look. “You gonna wed my girl dry like that?”

“Thinkin’ you forgot I gotta be discreet,” was the sheepish response.

“Discreet is for mice. Ain’t sayin’ we gotta invite a hundred folks, but we can make it a day.”

“I got no one but Marston and I doubt she got anyone ‘sides you she trust enough to invite to a wedding with a wanted outlaw.”

“Well youse leave that to me. I got lotta friends we can trust,” Luther harrumphed. “Case you forgotten.”

Arthur nodded in acceptance.

“Did you ask John what kind of pie he liked?” she said when she returned, dropping off her wares into his basket.

“Did. Apple.”

“Okay,” she said and ran off to the fruit vendor again.

Their eyes collided. “Fool said plum,” was Arthur’s dry confession.

Luther’s dazzling white teeth appeared. “Well done.” A hand clasped his shoulder just the way Dutch used to. “Cause there ain’t nothin’ better than American apple pie.”

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