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enwoso · 5 months ago

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Lovies first football game and she spends half of the time sat on the floor picking flowers until less and the girls who came to support are calling over to tell her to get up and play the match

PRETTY CHAIN — alessia russo x child!reader

HEY EVERYONE! i’ve missed you all! i’ve been a bit mia this past week but i’ve been preparing for worlds in the next couple months so i’ve basically been living at the gym… but i’m hoping i’ll be back in the groove🙃

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today was a special day, it was your first football match. all week you had been telling people about your match, invited everyone you told to come and watch you.

alessia was a little nervous as she didn't know how you were going to react in an environment that was so fast pace but seeing you in your little training sessions you seemed to cope well and it was always a plus that you actually enjoyed it. but still alessia was still stressing.

"and lovie, remember to just have fun! winning isn’t everything" your mummy finished her little pep talk just as it was time for you to start. your mummy tying your boots up and pulling your socks up for you as you nodded a big smile on your face.

"where-" you began to ask but your mummy but you off knowing exactly what you were going to say. "the girls are on the way don't worry, and auntie ella will see all of the game cause i'm going to video it" your mummy told you as you nodded getting the answer you wanted.

getting a little worried that all the people you had asked to come were not coming, considering only your mum was stood on the sideline. ella was the only one that you knew definitely wasn't coming as she herself was playing her own match with man united.

"look it's starting, good luck lovie!" your mummy pointed to where your team was lining to play as she quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead before you ran off to your teammates, ready to start playing.

the whistle went and the first half was underway, and to begin with you were running up and down the small pitch but soon lost interest and just stood around watching the rest of your team play.

it got to a point where your team is behind by one and you were sat on the pitch picking the daisies out the grass. "why is she sitting on the floor? is she injured?" beth asked a hint of worry in her voice.

a sigh coming from alessia as she turned to look at the blonde who was first of the arsenal girls to get there, the other few that could make it following in behind her.

alessia shaking her head at beth's question,"no she's picking the daisy's out the grass" a small chuckle came from the two at how it was just typical that this was your first match and that's what you spent the half doing.

"where's the little superstar?" leah cheered as she walked in with lotte, kyra and steph. the four scanning the pitch before finding you sat in the top corner still picking little flowers out of the grass.

"is she-"

"yep she's making daisy chains" alessia smiled slightly as a knowing hum came from the four.

"well we need to do something! when's half time! she's needs a pep talk" leah rambled out fast, her competitive side coming out as the four looked at the blonde with a slight strange look.

"le, she's only five-"

"half time is in three minutes" alessia cut steph off as she pointed to the industrial clock that was standing at the side of the pitch where your coach was. alessia thinking maybe you did need some sort of team talk at half time and maybe winning was everything…

the next three minutes dragging as you sat pretty contently in the same place, picking the little white flowers from the grass as you joined them together to make a chain. you totally oblivious to what was happening down the field, you not having much interest in it.

the whistle was what brung you out of your own little trance as you heard your coach calling out for you to get up off the pitch.

you just shrugging before rushing over to your mummy with your daisy chain in your hand, your small body filing with excitement at how long your daisy chain.

“look! mummy! my chain!” you grinned holding up the daisy chain in you hand so your mummy could see it as she took it out your hand, a small smile on her face as the others looked on in slight amusement that you currently had no interest in playing football.

“it’s lovely and a very pretty chain,, but lovie your supposed to be playing football… not sitting on the floor-“ alessia tried slowly the last part of her sentence coming out as a hushed whisper as your looked on in confusion.

“but- i wanted to make pretty chains” you pouted as you bottom lip wobbled slightly. a sigh coming from alessia as she quickly tried to rack her head around how she was going to motivate you into playing football.

alessia looking around at her friends for a little help, leah crouching down to your height as she whispered a few things into your ear. the others your mummy included not having a clue what was being told to you.

but whatever it was something seemed to click, as you managed to actually play football. you even managed to poke a ball into the goal, running around your teammates with your arms out. just like your mummy did when she scored.

alessia in pure disbelief as she poked a look towards leah wondering what on earth had been whispered into your little ear. alessia screaming maybe a little too loud as she jumped up when you managed to score. her heart filling just that little bit more with warmth watching you.

the full time whistle came your team winner just 2 and you ran straight into your mummy’s arms, “mummy! did you see- see my goal!” you rushed out, so much excitement filling you - just like before with your daisy chain - so much so you could hardly form a sentence.

“lovie it was awesome, i’m so proud of you!” your mummy grinned, kissing your forehead as you light giggles left your lips. before you squirmed your way down as the girls who came to watch shared there congratulations.

“next top england goal scorer!” beth quipped with a smile as she ruffled your hair you shouting the blonde a look for ruffling your hair.

“and arsenal! isn’t that right tiny!” steph said as you nodded before pelting out your own version of north london forever at the top of your lungs, kyra joining in as the small group started to make their way off the field and towards the car park.

the group filled with laughed at your and kyra’s singing, before it turned into a game of tag down the field.

leah and alessia were walking at the back of the group, on the way back to the car park, you in front as you circled around steph and beth as kyra now chased you around the car park. your loud giggles filling the space as you ran around. the girls slightly wondering how you still had so much energy after running around on a pitch.

"so what did you promise her?" alessia asked with a quirk of her eyebrow knowing something must have been promised in order for you to play as well as you did in the second part of your mini game.

leah stood leaned against her car which was parked next to alessia's, a small smirk on her face, "just that i would get her hamster!"

"oh for god sake! LEAH!"

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leeknow-thoughts · 1 year ago

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Tis the Season : Bang Chan

rating : mature(MDNI)

TWs : fluffy smut, fem!reader, petnames, dilf!chan and the reader is his girlfriend bc I am self indulging, breeding kink!??!?, degrading and praising combo !??!?, slight nipple play!??!, overall pretty vanilla tbh

"Okay we have like another two hours before they're gonna be waking up," Chan says as he glances at his watch.

You find yourself in a set of Christmas pajamas sitting on Chan's bedroom floor with him, wrapping the Christmas gifts for his twin daughters. Chan's face contorts with concentration as he builds one of his daughters, Minnie's, dollhouse.

You had it easy, you were just wrapping his other daughter, Ella's, Lego Friends set.

"Okay I think it's done," Chris sighs and moves to show you his work, "pretty good if I do say so myself!"

You smile, "I agree."

You finish tying the bow on the present as you move onto the next, and last, gift. "Here baby I'll wrap that for you, do you want to start putting the presents under the tree?" Chris inquires.

You nod happily and begin transporting the presents from you and Chan's bedroom floor to under the Christmas tree in the living room. Chris soon finishes wrapping that gift before moving the built dollhouse into the living room. After all the presents had been moved to under the tree, Chan hugged you. "We still have a little while until the girls wake up, you wanna have some fun or stay up?" he asks.

"What kind of fun?" you speak into his chest.

"Maybe a Santa and Mrs.Claus sexual roleplay?" he giggles.

You burst out laughing, clapping your hand over your mouth to prevent noises from escaping. You lean in and place a kiss on his plump lips after you contain yourself. "Only if I get to be Santa," you mumble on his lips.

He chuckles as he holds your face in his hands, "whatever you want sweetheart," he smiles and places another gentle kiss on your lips.

The walk into the bedroom is more of a run, like two teenagers who were left alone together for 5 minutes. Chris shuts and locks the door behind him. As soon as he does that you pounce on him.

Hastily pulling off his pajama shirt, leaving love bites and hickies all down his neck. You begin to trail down his chest, stopping at his nipple, looking him in his eyes before you tenderly take the bud in your mouth.

Chan slaps his hand over his mouth as you skillfully use your tongue on his nipple, alternating between left and right. "Fuck sweetheart," he whimpers through his hand.

Your hand moves down to cup his growing cock through the confines of his pajama pants. His fingers weave through your hair tenderly. You drop down onto your knees. But before you can move to pull his pants off he stops you with his hold in your hair.

"Babydoll c'mere I want you to ride my thigh," he says with the most innocent glint in his eyes, as if he wasn't about to get his dick sucked.

"You sure? I'm fine with sucking you off," you reassure.

"Watching you cum is easily better than just nutting down your throat," he affirms.

He lets go of your hair and helps you off the floor and onto the bed. You pull down your pajama pants and panties at the same time as Chris lays against the headboard. You settle over his right thigh, connecting your lips with his own. He guides your hips to grind on his thigh.

"Just like that little one, grind in little circles, I know that's what you like baby," he smirks as his helps you move your hips against his thick thigh.

You whimper as the fabric of his pajama pants rubs against your clit just right. You speed up your motions, trying to reach your high as fast as possible.

Letting whimpers slip from your lips as Chan works up your shirt so it's just over your tits. All he has to do is take your left nipple in his mouth and start sucking on the bud and then you're cumming all over his thigh.

You felt yourself slipping into that cozy and fuzzy headspace faster than you could stop yourself. "That's it my little love, such a good slut for me," Chan coos as he runs a hand through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

You sigh with a smile and he pulls his pants down enough so that his hard dick slaps against the bottom of his stomach. His flared mushroom tip is already leaking with precum as he strokes it a few times. "C'mon princess, wan' you to ride me," he whines.

"B-but I don't know how to?" you somehow find your words.

He smirks, "it's okay little one, I'll teach you," he reassures tenderly.

You adjust so you are hovering over his throbbing dick while facing him, "here you go," he says as he begins to guide you down onto his fat cock.

You wince a little at the stretch, no matter how many times you take his cock, it's so big you'll never get used to it. "Oh there you go biiiggg stretch, that's it," he murmurs into your ear.

Once you have taken all the cock you can, you pause for a moment to adjust, "now what?" you question.

"Bounce, bounce like a bunny," he instructs.

You start moving up and down, just like Chris instructed. His tip kissing your cervix every time you sink back down. Whimpers rolled off your tongue. "Oh attagirl, you're a natural," Chris pauses and throws his head back, "such a perfect cumdump for me."

His words pushed you farther into the headspace, where every sharp edge was soft and fuzzy. "Oh you are so far gone, it's adorable," he chuckles.

You begin bouncing faster, "breed... me," you plead.

"Yeah?" he coos, "yeah you want me to fuck all my cum into you, you want your belly to swell with my babies?"

You nod feverishly. By now Chris was also snapping his hips up, fucking his cock into your pussy. You felt him take one of your hands, moving it down to your belly.

You could feel his cock thrusting in you. You had stars in your eyes with a dumb look on your face. "Fuck- cumming-" Chris whimpers.

You felt it seep into, as he kept fucking it into you. You eventually moved your hand down to your clit, you began playing with it. And you almost instantly came all around his cock.

The next few minutes the only noise in the house was you and Chris' heavy breathing. He eventually pulled his softening cock out, kissing your forehead before pulling you into his chest to cuddle. "Merry Christmas my love," he hums tiredly.

"Merry Christmas," you return.

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pixiesfz · 1 year ago

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I know it’s not the normal thing you write so if you don’t want to then that’s fine! But I’d love a platonic lionesses fic (or just Lucy if you’d prefer) when r is the youngest player on the team and they’re all a bit overprotective of her

love this idea of a young teen lioness!!

plot: y/n's partner breaks up with y/n right before camp

warning: them pronouns are used for partner, and crying, I'm not sure what you should call a warning (also if anyone thinks they wouldn't cry like a bitch when they get broken up with is like wrong)

You stared at your phone as your tears dropped down on the text message that now clouded your brain.

You were sixteen you shouldn't expect your first relationship to be your one and only.

But you loved them.

You read the message again.

'It's really not working y/n'

'I think it's best if we break up'

'I can't deal with this anymore'

You wiped away the tears on your face. Long distance was hard and you were leaving every now and then for your soccer career, you thought they would supported you and they did at first.

Then you stopped ringing each other every night, you were sometimes late to their messages because of training and you even saw on your other friends stories of them at parties talking to other girls.

You tried to convince yourself it wasn't going to happen.

But now it has.

The doorbell went off causing you to jump and drop your phone on the floor "fuck, shit fuck" you grunted out as it hit your foot.

You remembered that Ella and Alessia had decided to pick you up to drive you to camp that day.

You quickly wiped the tears off your face and took a deep breath as the doorbell rang again and Ella's voice could be heard.

"Y/N! for god sakes are you deaf!"

It almost brought a smile to your face before you grabbed your suitcase and walked out of your room and to the front door and opened it.

Alessia was about to ring the doorbell again until you opened the door. "Finally" Ella yelled as you looked down and played with your air pod case.

"I uhm- yeah sorry I was on a call with mum" you said with a soft voice as you were already walking towards the car trying not to make eye contact with any of the girls who thankfully didn't think anything of it.

You were quiet the whole ride which weirded the two girls out usually, you would be talking their ears off and you would all sing along to some Disney song.

Even when you had arrived you quickly hurried off with a quick 'thanks' and went to get changed.

"Somethings off" Alessia said once you were out of earshot "no shit sherlock" Ella replied before they ushered over to Lucy and Keira who had also just arrived.

"Why's the little one running?" Lucy asked as she watched you with furrowed brows "somethings up she didn't talk the entire ride" Alessia explained and Keira's mouth dropped "your kidding" she said and then looked at the doors you had just walked through with worry.

You were in the rooms tying up your shoes when Leah and Beth walked in "hey chicken" Beth smiled and you nodded "Hey Beth" you relied softly, still with your head between your legs.

Leah looked at you weirdly before they walked through the rooms again and collected everyone to start training.

You weren't doing well, even when you first walked onto the pitch you looked into the empty stands where you once ran up to see your ex and hug them after a game-winning goal.

You opted to tell someone but you shook it off, you were just sixteen relationships aren't important and they definitely wouldn't care about it much.

But the more you battled your brain about it the more you kept on stuffing up weather it was a dribble, a tackle or a shot at goal.

It was Mary who noticed first "y/n you good?" she asked as you missed another shot "yeah" you replied as you fought away the tears that tried to slip out just by the goalkeeper asking about your feelings.

She nodded before looking at Leah who shot her brows at her.

You kept on trying to kick some goals and missing or taking easy shots and Mary caught them with ease. You knew what was wrong but you didn't think it would impact your playing skills.

It frustrated you and all the girls were sharing looks about your 'skills'.

When training finished you stayed on the pitch and watched as they all went in, leaving you alone.

You grabbed a ball harshly from the sideline and took it to the penalty line and kicked it.

miss.

kicked it again,

miss.

then again,

post.

You were growing so frustrated as tears now ran down your cheeks and you swore loudly at yourself. You walked up to the ball one more time to grab it but your hand stopped once you reached it as you thought about the texts once more this morning and you let out a choked sob.

You hadn't given yourself time to really cry yet and now it finally caught up to you.

You didn't know that some of the team hadn't left yet as they were worried about you but watched from the top.

"She was funny before training" Alessia explained to Leah who had her hands crossed whilst she watched you try and kick penalties "She didn't look at me at all when I said hi" Beth piped up and Leah tilted her head "She never misses" she muttered.

Lucy noticed the frustration growing on your face "Do you think something happened at home?" she wondered quietly before the girls looked back at her and took it in.

You weren't aware of their eyes on you as you dropped to the floor with the ball and kicked it as hard as you could near the goals which hit the net.

"fuck off" you cried out with your annoyance at the accidental goal and you rolled up your long sleeve to your palms and put them to your face which you cried into.

It wasn't anyone's fault it didn't work out, you tried to tell yourself but you didn't believe it.

You left to pursue soccer, you left them behind.

They were your first love and you're the reason they left.

You were too focused on your own thoughts to hear Lucy running over to you and you were too tired to pry away her arms which were picking you up.

"y/n/n" she said as she turned you around but you found yourself hugging the older girl in comfort. Keira came in next her heart dropping at the sight of you hugging Lucy in tears.

"Y/n what's wrong?" Lucy asked softly as she looked down at you, you sniffed and looked up "they broke up with me this morning" you said and watched Lucy's reaction.

She breathed in before hugging you tighter "it's going to be fine y/n, you'll get through this" she said before Keira beckoned the other girls to come over "we will help you get through this" she said before nodding her head at the girls which were now on the pitch walking towards you.

You let go of Lucy to look at the Lionesses who where worried about you.

"I'm sorry I was shit today at training" you apologized to Leah who scoffed "Oh shut up we only care about if you're okay" she told you and hugged you as well.

"I do have one question though" Lucy said from behind you "what?" you asked

"Can I find them and beat them up?"

"Lucy!" Keira said and smacked her arm which you laughed at.

"Thanks, guys," you said with a smile that wasn't fake, you couldn't believe you lucked out with a team like this.

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yatiimariiee · 1 month ago

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omg i neeeeeeeeeedddddd jj cheating on reader n shes heartbroken sooo goes to rafes house cuz her bsf is sarah and he picks up the peices of her broken heart and js helps her ans eventually they get tggggg

'𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓽𝔂-𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓪 𝓪𝓲𝓷'𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮.'

Kook!Black!Fem!Reader x Rafe Cameron

outfit i had in mind..: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/799459371387555275/

you were a 'kook' and your boyfriend jj is a 'pogue', pogues and kooks are supposed to hate each other but you and jj were different, go guys just got each other. that is until one day you catch jj with his tongue down kiara's throat.

"jj.! what the fuck.!? and kiara you backstabbing bitch, i thought we we're friends.!" jj and kiara jump at the sound and look at you in surprise, you grab a beer bottle and throw the beer and the bottle at them. you storm off with hot tears streaming down your cheeks, you get into your car and drive to your best friend's house.

tears were still streaming down your cheeks when you stormed into the cameron residence. “you won’t believe what the fuck i just saw!” you yelled, your voice cracking. “what happened?” rafe looked at her from the couch with a confused expression. “. . .where's sarah.??” you muttered, hand still on the kitchen doorknob. "she went out, but back to my question, what happened.?” rafe’s brows knitted together. “i caught jj-” you sounded like a kicked puppy, he stood up and walked over to you, he gently moved your hand from the door and closed it, he pulled you to the couch and sat you down. “hey.. you can't talk to me, what did he do.?” “h-he cheated on me, oh my gosh, I feel so stupid” you whispered, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. “you’re not stupid, if anyone stupid it's him.” Rafe’s voice softened, his hand resting on your thigh. “you’ll get through this, i promise.” “but..” you looked up, searching his eyes. “it hurts so bad.” “let me help, let me make it feel good” rafe muttered, he slid his hand higher up your thigh. “o-oh.. a distraction sounds nice,” you murmured, your breath hitching. “yeah.? then let me distract you..” he moved his other hand on the other side of you and hovered above you “o-ok..” he hungrliy kissed you. you let out a low moan as he placed his knee between your legs. "mm, you like that.?" he chuckled, the sound wobbly. “mhm..fuck..” rafe chuckled again, he spread your legs apart and slid down to your shorts “can i..?” he looked up at you nervously, you slowly nodded. he smiled and slid your shorts and panties down, he put his head down and suckled your clit. "hnng, fuck.!"

TIMESKIP..

"you know i’m here for you, right.? whatever you need.” “i know,” you said softly. “it just feels so hard right now.” “then let’s take it one day at a time,” he suggested, his voice steady. “you’ll get through this, and i’ll be right by your side.” “thanks, rafe. i really needed this.” he smiled, and in that moment, you realized that maybe, just maybe, there was a light at the end of your dark tunnel.

THEE END.

hey yal, i was on hiatus fa a whileee, butt big mamas back so here yal go.

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wintfleur · 2 months ago

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UNDERNEATH THE TREE

⊹ don’t mean a thing if you ain’t holdin’ me tight ⊹

🧦 ━━━ 𝓇osa 𝒽ughes is surprised when she sees her boyfriend 𝒸ole 𝒸aufield underneath the tree

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rosaliehughes yeah I’m sorry that was too far :[

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lhughes_06 then come get her, she’s in her grinch era rn 😒

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lhughes_06 strong words from the guy who locked her in the closet at grandmas 🤨

lhughes_06 and just like that, Christmas was saved 🙏

rosaliehughes ur being dramatic 😾

lhughes_06 you were the grinch reincarnated 🫵

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rosaliehughes merry christmas quinny 🫶🏻

soapy.t you weren’t under my tree dafuq??

rosaliehughes you weren’t under mine either dafuq

finnwolfhardofficial this is reeking of favoritism 😪

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rosaliehughes merry christmas Brock!!! ❤️

kdach77 sleepy cole

rosaliehughes I tired him out 🍪

kdach77 ROSA TMI???

rosaliehughes BY MAKING COOKIES!! DID YOU NOT SEE THE COOKIE EMOJI???

kdach77 I THOUGHT THAT WAS AN INNUENDO???

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_slafkovsky_ did you like the bear?

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markestapa id never sleep in your presence 😵‍💫

lhughes_06 what is that even supposed to mean??

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rosaliehughes HAPPY CHRISTMAS ‼️

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jackhughes hmm strange, where is my picture 🧐

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trevorzegras will forever remember how Quinn totally wiped out on the slopes 🤣

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rosaliehughes I can’t believe you left me alone with them 🙁

_alexturcotte okay but why did cole wear that sweater??

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_quinnhughes never skiing again 👍🏻

rosaliehughes LOL QUINNY 😭

markestapa AWOOGA 🤩😍

daisyedgarjones the outfit??? the dogs??? stunning 😻

rosaliehughes daisy I’m gonna kiss you

lhughes_06 why do the snowman look so wonky

rosaliehughes trev made them :[

lhughes_06 ohh makes sense

trevorzegras what is that supposed to mean ☝️

lhughes_06 ur just a wonky guy 🤷‍♂️

arberxhekaj_ cole is so awkward I can’t, why is he just standing like that 🤣

rosaliehughes STOPPP HES CUTE :[

drewstarkey okay but how many times did you fall…

rosaliehughes next question 😾

nsuzuki_37 please come back safely 😭

edwards.73 PLSS LUKE IS JUST 😼🧍‍♂️

caroliine_brown the cutest 🩷

colecaufield fuck your so beautiful

rosaliehughes ur actually perfect

colecaufield no that’s you …. was that smooth?

rosaliehughes So smooth 🤣

𝓻oro’s note. rosa and cole own my heart, I need to write more for them NEOW ☝️ please send in some thoughts for them 🙏 sorry this is so short :(

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doublesilly · 1 month ago

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Divorce Quartet - Web Weave

made for @aliteral-ghost as part of @mcytblrholidayexchange

sources undercut

Part 1 (Martyn & Cleo):

Green Vision - Werner Drewes // What about “us” though - @/obeliskandmetronome // White Ferrari lyrics - Frank Ocean // Battles of the Sexes: Duels between Women and Men in 1400s Fechtbücher - Hans Talhoffer // You never fail to wipe the smile off my face - @/holisticcommentcollection // Vase with bleeding hearts - John Bennett // Push to Reject - @/screenshotsofdespair // The Future is a Foreign Land lyrics - Ghost // Sculptuur de Rejected Lover - Leopold Harze // i fear only one person has truly ever understood me and i fucking hate the guy - @/uhhitsjoe // OBLIVIOUS lyrics - The Strokes // "it still hurts" bandaid - @/riottsrph // Make me the subject of your desire - @/grlofswords // Scissors - Bonnie Marie Smith // Orange texture - Unknown // Absolute Rejection - @/screenshotsofdespair //Bound! - @/cheerioskid // strangles you with the red thread tying us together - @/alleycatboy // Bleeding heart (Love's doubts and fears) - @/snowrassa // Kiss with a Fist lyrics - Florence + The Machine // Unfucktheworld lyrics - Angel Olsen // IFHY lyrics - Tyler, The Creator // Excerpt from "All My Mothers" - Joanna Glenn via @/mournfulroses

Part 2 (Scott & Cleo):

a plane flying in the sky at sunset - Shubhankar Sharma // Sheet with blue and orange floral pattern - Anonymous // Two of cups card - Anna Surgan // A World Alone lyrics - Lorde // 'It Might Have Been' - Ella Wheeler Wilcox // Double ring - Marcus and Co. // Puppet Show - Reginald Pollack // social climb lyrics - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME // Friendship between Ephelia and Ardelia - Anne Finch // Victorian Clasped Hand Seal - via @/Moonscuriousitems // Scott & Cleo art - @/elven-kisses // Heart shaped earrings - @/snailspng // Twin Stars - Luis Falero // Gold finger ring // Yellow Rose // BIRDS OF A FEATHER lyrics - Billie Eilish // Till Forever Falls Apart lyrics - Ashe & FINNEAS // Team lyrics - Lorde // Rainbow Bridge - Werner Drewes // Heart Axe - @/psychoactivism (deactivated) // Gold rose wax seal - @/adjpngs // the perfect pair lyrics - Beabadoobee

Part 3 (Scott & Pearl):

Blue paper texture - Unknown // This Hurts lyrics - Mindless Self Indulgence // Vintage ring - @/snailspng // Friendship - Daniel Henderson // (The Artist and the Model, portfolio) Confrontation Across Two Shadows - Michael Mazur // Harm crochet block - @/uglyfruit // Double-bladed Processional Axe // Ruby Blue lyrics - Róisín Murphy // Share Pain - @/screenshotsofdespair // "Erasing Soulmate" - @/screenshotsofdespair // Beast - @/snailspng // Possibility lyrics - Lykke Li // The Devil’s Tower from Johnstons - Thomas Moran // Accepted -> Abandoned - @/screenshotsofdespair // Hate - @/literaryvein-reblogs // Red paste paper book cover - Anonymous // Transverse section of a human heart - @/snailspng // Unknown - @/letsbelonelytogetherr // You weren’t chosen. - @/screenshotsofdespair // Wolf locket - @/cherishedpngs // Curiosities - Bonnie Marie Smith // Red Red Red Red Animation - @/cocoabats // Turn it off lyrics - Paramore // The Garden lyrics - The Crane Wives

#double life smp #double life #trafficblr #traffic series #life series #martyn inthelittlewood #zombiecleo #scott smajor #smajor1995 #pearlescentmoon #divorce quartet #webweave #web weaving #martyn #cleo #scott #pearl #we only matched on martyn&cleo but I saw you also requested the 4 of them so I though if i had time #I’d do the whole quartet

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clericallyinsane · 8 days ago

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𝖨𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍:

First of all, THIS IS YOUR SIGN TO STAY ALIVE. The following link has helplines for almost every place/situation that could be found. If you need help, PLEASE get it.

Oh and don't forget to click for Palestine:

Okay, now onto the actual intro.

𝖡𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗌: (copying from my wife)

My name's Ella, I use they/she pronouns and I'm a lesbian, more specifically for my girlfriend @noihavenosanitythanksforasking;

I'm in too many fandoms and this blog is not divided at all but my main fandom is Stranger Things, specifically the byler fandom, as well as ronance;

Secondary fandoms include:

Dead Boy Detectives

Good Omens

My Babysitter's a Vampire

Agatha All Along

The Black Phone

Cobra Kai

Scorbus (although i don't engage in it as much bc of we know who)

The Aristotle and Dante books

Spiderman

Other things I like:

Monster (2023) - favorite movie of all time

Kpop (ARTMS, StayC, Enhypen, TXT are my faves)

Chucky, Nightmare on Elm and other horror movies

The Muppets and Backyardigans (yeah ik)

80s/90s gay movies in general

Bottoms

I Saw The Tv Glow

Wicked

Kamikaze Girls

Saltburn

Fear Street

𝖧𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌:

Language learning (spanish and korean rn)

Music producing/singing/playing guitar and piano

Studying film

Drawing/making art

𝖥𝗎𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌:

I am the creator of bald mike;

I write fanfics on ao3, both serious and unserious, w the username gaypaladinosaur

I love halloween!!!!!!!! and christmas!

I am one of the chaos causers of the byler fandom since 2021, including all my shitposts, bald mike and lobegate;

I think that's it ty bye i love making friends!!!!!!!!!!

#byler #lobegate #baldmike2025 #bald mike wheeler

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storiesfromafan · 1 year ago

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A/N: Hi everyone, been a little while. I have been working on various stories in an attempt to break the writers block. Finally finished something, though I'm not 100% on how I feel about it. Hope you enjoy.

Mattheo x Fem!Reader

Spin The Bottle

How the Hell did you get here, starring down at an empty glass bottle. Which was pointed at you, and on the other end was none other than Mattheo ‘God’s gift to every Hogwarts girl’ Riddle. That pointed, smouldering gaze boring into you, making you want to slink back to oblivion.

Ah yes, good old days where you weren’t on anyone’s radar. Not even Mattheo fricken Riddles radar. The bliss of not being notice, blending into the students around. Free of social queues, or being social in general besides you’re few friends. It was such a nice existence, and this past month you began to miss it.

But like every teen girl, towards the end of fifth year, you began to feel a bit restless. The need to feel pretty, to be seen by the opposite sex as something to desire. So, during the break you had taken a trip with your parents to Paris to visit family. While there you sort out advice from your older female cousins. They were beautiful, graceful and everything you wanted to be. They took you under their wings. Guided you, and made you over.

So, when it came time to gather on Platform 9¾ and head back to Hogwarts for sixth year, you were nervous but excited. Joyous but also filled with dread. For the invisible nerdy girl finally took off her glasses and used contacts. No longer boxed in by framing bangs, now they are slowly growing out. Along with the growing out your bangs you had ditched tying your hair up every day, instead letting your (colour) locks flow over your shoulders in soft curls, all thanks to your cousins and their tips. Finally, your frumpy clothes were gone, replaced with more fitted and fashionable ones.

Your sixth year was your fresh start. New year, new you. That’s what you told yourself. Unfortunately, your lack of social queues made you oblivious to notice all the eyes that saw and followed you. You were the shiny new penny, with a gleam catching everyone’s eye. Including the Syltherin heart throb that’s gaze was currently all you could notice.

Now back to the question at hand; how the Hell did you get here. Chalk it up to teen insecurities, some ambition and lack of male attention. That’s how you got here. Along with your friends pestering you to finally go to a Slytherin House party. They had begged, no pleaded with you. And reluctantly you gave in. Though a small part was intrigued. The stories over the years of House parties always piqued your interest. And going from an ugly duckling to a beautiful Swan made you think you should go. But you did not expect to play spin the bottle, nor have Mattheo land on you!

The boy should be outlawed for being so good looking, as well as charming and over all dangerous to the female population! And just like all the other girls, you had a small crush on the guy. But what female student didn’t? And if they said they didn’t, they are lying. For Mattheo was every girl’s type. All girls like a bad boy, and Mattheo was the definition of bad. He had the looks, the attitude, smokes, drinks, skips class, pulls pranks...you get my drift. Mattheo was the bad boy every girl wanted to save, or sacrifice themselves in the process.

“It’s you” Ella, one of your friends whispered nudging you.

Her words brought you back to reality, which also made time seem to return to normal. Releasing the breath you had been holding you looked to the bottle and then back to the Slytherin before you. Now came the time for the game to claim your first kiss, and with Mattheo.

Shakily you moved to your knees and moved to lean over the bottle, Mattheo following your movements. You both met over the bottle. He looked into your eyes, which no doubt showed how frazzled you were. A soft, sweet smile formed on his lips, which seemed to settle your nerves.

“Eyes on me” Mattheo said softly. “Forget everyone else, it’s just you and me...”

With some ease in your eyes and body, Mattheo didn’t wait for that spell to break, for he was the one to close the distance. The feel of his soft lips against yours brought you back to reality. Mattheo Riddle was kissing you! (First name) (Last name) were locking lips with the most crushed on male in your year, no school!

Slowly Mattheo moved his lips against yours, his tongue coming out to run along your bottom lip. Your body stiffened. First your first kiss, and now your first French kiss he wants to take!? Who did he think he was?

Noticing your hesitance, Mattheo pulled back and looked at you with questioning eyes. He hadn’t forced his tongue into your mouth, nor did he take your first French kiss. Part of your heart skipped a beat at how the bad boy had some gentleman in him. The ohhhs around you both brought you back to the present. You had just kissed Mattheo. In front of a group of your peers.

Feeling the heat in your cheeks, you averted your eyes while moving back to your spot. But before you took your turn you decided to make a quick exit. You couldn’t play on. You shouldn’t have played in the first place! Some groaned and protested of your choice to leave. But Ella saying she’d spin instead helped ease those around you.

It didn’t entirely matter to you. You were a mixed bag of thoughts and emotions. Escaping the party, which was in fine form, you headed to a bathroom. You need a moment of as much silence you can get so you could sort yourself out. Once in the nearest bathroom, you turned on the tap at the sink. Cupping the cold water you were about to splash your face but stopped, you remembered the make up you wore. Instead you let your hands cool before placing the cool, wet hands on the back and around your neck.

‘I’m an idiot!’ you thought with a groan, as reality sunk in.

After kissing Mattheo you practically ran from the circle of your peers. Who does that? No one had ever done that before. You knew that because there has never been any gossip of someone kissing and running. Until now. You will be the talk of the school. How pathetic you are to kiss the schools heart throb and then run away like a baby.

Then you replayed the kiss in your mind. Mattheo had been gentle, and not forceful. From the way other girls talk about him, he was meant to be some scoundrel that takes what he wants, but does it in a way that makes you want more. He might be a bad boy, but he still was respectful. You touched your lips with your fingers. It was a perfect first kiss. You smiled at that. Only for it to fall knowing you’d had ruined your chance by taking off like a spooked animal.

‘Good job’ you scolded yourself, looking at your reflection. “Just perfect” you huffed.

“You or the kiss?” Came a curious voice behind you, making you turn around and clutch the sink behind you.

Upon turning around you were greeted by the boy on your mind, Mattheo Riddle. He gave you a soft smile placing his hands in his pockets.

“Personally, I think both are perfect” his voice was soft and slightly echoed against the walls.

It took a few minutes before his words sunk in. Mattheo Riddle just said not only was your kiss perfect, so are you. No doubt the look on your face marked with confusion and some horror. He thought you to be perfect. Was he crazy? Possibly. Or was this some big joke? More likely.

“I...I don’t understand...” You said in disbelief. “I’m far from perfect...”

Mattheo gave a soft, genuine smile. “I think you are”. He slowly moves across the bathroom. “I think your caring, smart, thoughtful, attentive, adorably cute...and that was all before your change”.

He stopped before you as he finished his words. Once again you were floored. Mattheo has noticed you all along! He saw you when you thought you were invisible, or rather thought you were invisible. You always thought your friends, some of your house mates and teachers always saw you. You had only became visible when in your first broom riding class in first year when you fell off your broom while a few meters off the ground. Also the numerous times you had been a klutz and fallen down staircases, quiet ungraceful too. Being uncoordinated and smart, every mistake or accident got your peers laughing at you.

“I-I don’t understand” you said softly. “You noticed me before?” You asked, needing an explanation.

Mattheo brought his hand up and moved a bit of hair out of your face. “It’s hard not to when you were the first person I encountered on the train in first year. You were all alone in a carriage. Dressed like a boy with crazy hair” he chuckled.

A light bulb went off in your mind. How had you forgotten that moment? He had asked if he could share the carriage, and you had meekly said yes. You both sat quietly, studying the other. Finally Mattheo took the initiative to talk, though he had been rude. After seeing you jump, he realised you were nervous, maybe a bit scared.

“First time away from home?” He had asked with a sigh.

You nodded your head watching him with big (E/C) eyes.

“It’s like that” he offered with a softer tone of voice. “Your parents were sad to watch you go. But they were just like you, leaving their family to go to Hogwarts”.

Once again you nodded your head, but slowly.

“Look at it like this, you’re on an adventure” he sat back further with a genuine smile. “Every moment away from home you are learning, exploring and making memories, all stories to tell your parents when you see them”.

Mattheo had shown a moment of kindness to you. But looking back over the years there were other times he had been kind to you. From opening a door and letting you enter first, to helping take potion ingredients that are too high on a shelf down for you, to stopping you from falling into the lake a few times when students had tried to push you in. Mattheo Riddle had always noticed you and had been so kind.

“You were always kind to me...” You said slightly dumbfounded.

Mattheo playfully rolled his eyes. “Don’t let everyone hear you say that. I have a bad boy rep to keep intact”.

You laughed at his words. “Sorry, I won’t go broadcasting it”. Mattheo then laughed.

Once you both stopped laughed, you both looked at each other. You took this time to study the boy before you. He had changed so much since first year. He was cute back then but now he was handsome. Much taller now, you had to tilt your head up to look at the male before you. His gorgeous brown eyes shining with humour and delight, a rare sight to be seen, as they usually show coldness and boredom.

“You’ve changed so much since the tomboy with crazy hair” Mattheo chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “shut up” you chuckled playfully pushing him.

Before you could retract your hand, Mattheo reaches out and took your hand in his. Watching you closely he brought your hand to his lips, leaving a chaste kiss to your knuckles. You felt your breath hitch at his ministrations. He was being charming, like he would with many other girls, but with you it was real.

“I didn’t mind the tomboy you. Nor did I mind the frumpy, nerdy look you had going” Mattheo stated, thumb caressing the back of your hand that was still in his hold. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t like your new look. I want you to know I have always like you, the you on the inside”.

If your brain was working you would have either melted, knees would have gone week at his confession and actions. He was making it hard not to fall head over heels for the boy before you. Than you asked yourself why he followed you? Why he has said what he has?

“Why? W-why tell me this now...” You thought out loud.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Mattheo asked. “I thought I was being apparent, and I thought you were smart” he joked. “(Y/N/N), I like you”.

You were shocked. The school bad boy just admitted to liking you. And possibly liked you for sometime. Any girl would swoon and kiss Mattheo for such a confession. But you weren’t like those girls. You pulled back your hand and moved away from Mattheo, thinking of running from the room. Running was something you liked to do recently.

“Where are you going?” He asked watching you with slight worry but a lot of hilarity. “Going to run away again? Might have to call you Cinderella”.

You stopped and shot Mattheo a dirty look. “I’m not like Cinderella”.

“Yes you are, you ran after we kissed” he stated matter-of-factly walking towards you.

“I-I” you spluttered trying to figure out what to say as you move backwards, Mattheo moving with you.

Feeling your back coming in contact with a wall, you jumped. Mattheo taking no time, placing a hand on either side of your head blocking you in.

“No running away this time Cinderella” he said softly, holding your gaze with his deep brown eyes.

Seeing as you weren’t going to speak, or run, Mattheo moved his left hand to caress your cheek. The contact made you jump, but the soft movement slowly soothing you.

“I serious (Y/N/N). I like you. Past, present and future” his words held sincerity that made your heart flutter. “And I hope I’m part of that future...”

Mattheo’s words left you speechless. You had never heard him speak so much to you, let alone hear how much depth he had in him. The Hogwarts bad boy, Slytherin heart throb was opening up to you. Mattheo Riddle likes you. The ugly duckling, turned beautiful Swan, as stated by your friends.

“Are you going to say anything?” Mattheo asked, fear leaking into his voice. He of all people was the last you’d think to be self conscious.

Snapping out of it, you stood up straighter. “I like you!” You blurted out not thinking. Once realising what you just did you groaned and hung your head.

Mattheo started to laugh, but it wasn’t malicious. It was hearty and warm. As his laugh died down, Mattheo lifted your head up. He looked you in the eyes, nothing but warmth and joy in his eyes.

“You are too cute love” he said softly. “And I’m glad you like me back”.

You smiled threw your embarrassment. Before you could say anything, or try to say anything, Mattheo took the opportunity to capture your lips. Shocked you tensed up, but feeling him lace his fingers in your hair relaxed you. He was soft, tender with you. But then his tongue ran along your bottom lip, causing you to jump a little again.

Pulling back Mattheo looked at you reassuringly. “It’s alright love, no rush”.

Mattheo took you into his arms and held you close. You rest your head against his chest, muttering sweet things in your ear.

Unfortunately that was the moment a few girls walked into the bathroom, and came across you both. You all looked at each other, before you felt your face heat up and you pushed Mattheo away. Not waiting for him or the girls to speak, you took off out of the bathroom. Without skipping a beat, Mattheo took off after you and the girls found themselves giggling at what they walked into, or what they could have walked in on. If Mattheo’s reputation was correct.

Feeling a tad humiliated you didn’t listen to Mattheo and his calls to slow down or stop. You had decided you were done for the night. And hoped tomorrow’s gossip mill isn’t about you.

A/N: as always, happy for feedback :)

#mattheo x y/n #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle x you #mattheoxreader

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nopainnowhump · 16 days ago

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Cracks in the Glass Pt.12

(TW): parental rejection, emotional distress, breakdown, discussion of trauma, injections

“So, here’s the deal,” Thomas begins, his tone casual but with an edge of seriousness. “When they get here, they’re going to want to ask you a bunch of questions about yourself. You don’t have to answer, but they’d like to get to know you a little.”

Anna tugs on my hair as she ties the braid, pulling a bit too tight.

“Sorry,” she murmurs quickly when I grab at my scalp. Her hands loosen, and I feel the tension release slightly.

“Second thing,” Thomas continues, leaning against the wall with a faint smirk. “The medical director didn’t think the stunt you pulled last week was super funny. So, there will be security in the room with us.”

His smirk widens as he adds, “Personally, I thought it was a solid 7 out of 10 for effort, though maybe a 3 for execution.”

A thin smirk pulls at my mouth before I can stop it.

“Yeah, yeah, very funny,” he says, rolling his eyes theatrically but smiling all the same. “Laugh it up, but you almost gave poor Dr. Pittman a heart attack.”

“Good,” I mutter, barely loud enough to be heard, but Thomas catches it.

He arches an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Good? Ella, you nearly gave the medical director a coronary.”

“Maybe he deserved it,” I mumble, glancing at Anna. Her lips twitch like she’s fighting off a smile.

Thomas places a hand dramatically over his chest. “Wow, ruthless. Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

“Too late,” I fire back, my tone dry, but the corner of my mouth twitches despite myself.

Anna finally laughs softly, shaking her head as she finishes tying off the braid. “I think she’s ready for today, Thomas.”

He grins, gesturing toward me. “See? That’s the spirit. Just, uh... maybe no surprise sprints this time, alright?”

“Not funny,” Anna says, though she’s smiling as she smooths down the braid she’s finished. “You’re all set,” she says softly, placing her hands lightly on my shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

I shrug, my hands twisting the hem of my shirt. The thought of what’s coming sits heavy in my chest, making the air feel thicker.

Thomas steps closer, crouching slightly so we’re eye to eye. His expression softens, his usual teasing tone replaced with something gentler. “Hey,” he says quietly. “I know this is a lot. You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. But if you can... just try. Not for them. Not for me. For you.”

I glance at him, his words poking at something I’ve kept locked away. I don’t say anything, but my nod is enough for now.

“Good,” he says, straightening up and flashing me a lopsided grin. Let’s do this.”

Anna sits next to me in the small, unfamiliar room, her leg bouncing slightly as she fiddles with her phone. Across the room, Broad and Burley stand near the door. Not their real names, of course—just what I’ve decided to call them. Burley, the stocky one, leans against the wall, looking like he’s counting the seconds until this is over. Broad, tall and twitchy, shifts his weight back and forth, his eyes darting toward me every few moments like I might combust.

The door creaks open, and I flinch. Thomas steps in first, his expression softer than usual. “Alright,” he says, glancing back. “They’re here.”

A middle-aged couple hesitates in the doorway. The woman’s face is open, almost painfully so, as her eyes land on me. The man’s posture is stiffer, his jaw tight. They take a step inside and stop, their gazes sweeping over me like they’re trying to solve a puzzle. I grip the edge of my chair, my palms already damp.

After a long moment, the woman steps forward cautiously, her hands clasped. “Hi, Ella,” she says, her voice tremulous. “It’s... really nice to meet you.”

I don’t move, my fingers tightening on the chair’s edge. She takes another step closer, and her arm lifts slightly, like she’s thinking about hugging me. My body reacts before I can think—I shrink back, pressing into the chair.

“Whoa,” Broad says, taking a step forward, while Burley shifts a little too slowly to make it seem urgent.

The woman freezes, her hand falling back to her side. “I’m sorry,” she says quickly, her voice breaking. “I didn’t mean to—”

Thomas steps in, his voice calm. “It’s okay. Let’s take a seat and just talk.”

The couple hesitates but finally sits down across from me. The man clears his throat, his hands clasped tightly together. “So, uh,” he starts, his voice awkward. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” I mutter, staring at the floor.

“Good, good,” he says, nodding as if he doesn’t believe me. “They said you’ve been... adjusting. That’s good to hear.”

“Yeah,” I say, my voice flat.

The woman leans forward slightly, her hands clasped on her lap. “Do you, um, like it here?” she asks gently. “The people seem... nice.”

I shrug, my eyes fixed on a spot on the floor. “It’s okay.”

Her expression falters, and she glances at the man, who shifts uncomfortably in his chair. “Do you... have any hobbies?” she tries again, her voice overly bright. “Anything you like to do?”

I shake my head, the motion small. “Not really.”

The air grows heavy with the weight of their unasked questions. I can feel their eyes on me, the expectation radiating off them like heat. My chest tightens, the room suddenly feeling too small.

“Ella’s been doing really well,” Thomas interjects, his voice steady but light. “She’s made a lot of progress, especially considering... everything.”

The man nods stiffly, but his gaze keeps darting back to me, like he’s trying to find something that isn’t there. “You look...so grown up,” he says awkwardly. “It’s been a long time.”

I glance up at him briefly, my expression blank, before looking away again.

The woman leans forward, her lip quivering slightly. “We missed you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

My stomach churns, but I don’t say anything. I don’t know what to say.

The silence stretches until the man clears his throat again. “Do you mind if we step out for a moment?” he asks, looking at Thomas.

Thomas nods and stands. “Of course. Take your time.” He glances at Anna, who quickly gets to her feet. “We’ll step out for a minute.”

Anna shoots me a quick, reassuring smile before following Thomas into the hall. My eyes drop to my lap as I clutch my knees, my fingers digging in.

The door clicks shut, and the silence swallows me whole. I knew I had parents- everyone does - but the concept never really felt real. It felt like a lifeline when Thomas mentioned them and said I could live with them one day. A way out.

That’s all I want. To get out of here. To feel like I belong somewhere that isn’t these walls, these routines, these guards. Meeting them is my ticket, my chance to finally escape this place.

The way they looked at me made me want to disappear. Their eyes scanned over me, not with warmth or recognition, but with that same clinical detachment the scientists had—searching for flaws, for defects. It wasn’t the gaze of parents seeing their child; it was the gaze of people trying to figure out if I was worth the trouble.

I press my palms into my thighs, the pressure grounding me just enough to keep from shaking apart. They have to want me. They have to.

The hallway is too quiet, but their voices seep through the door, muffled but clear enough to hear. I don’t have to strain to catch the words—they drift in

“What’s wrong with her?” the mother’s voice pierces the muffled quiet, trembling but sharp.

“There’s nothing wrong with her,” Thomas responds immediately, his tone firm and protective.

The words make my chest tighten. I focus in on their words, my heart pounding.

“She’s so thin... and those marks on her neck, her wrists. What are they from?” the mother presses, her voice laced with disbelief.

Thomas exhales audibly, the sound heavy. “The marks are from restraints. But not here,” he adds quickly. “They’re from the lab. They used her as a test subject, experimented on her. Those scars... they’re the aftermath of that.”

I bite my lip hard, the metallic taste of blood grounding me. My fingers dig into my thighs, trying to keep myself steady as my head spins.

“God,” the mother whispers, her voice breaking. “She doesn’t look... okay. She looks almost sick. Like she could just... break.”

“Well, she’s not,” Thomas says, his voice sharp with conviction. “She’s been through things no one should ever have to endure. It’s going to take time.”

My stomach churns. Strong. Is that what he thinks? I don’t feel strong—I feel like I’m barely holding myself together.

The father’s voice cuts through. “I mean, I’ve heard things about those places, but I didn’t think it was... this bad.”

“It was worse,” Thomas says, his tone grim. “They didn’t just give her powers; they treated her like an experiment. Like something to be studied, not someone to be cared for.”

“And the guards?” the mother asks, her voice cautious. “Why does she need security in the room with her?”

There’s a pause before Thomas answers, his voice quieter but steady. “Because she has a history of aggression and elopement, especially when she feels threatened. It’s not about who she is—it’s about what she’s had to survive. She reacts because she’s scared, not because she wants to hurt anyone.”

My cheeks burn, humiliation mixing with anger. I hate being talked about, as if I’m not even here. Like I’m just... dangerous.

“But she could hurt someone, right?” the father asks, skepticism dripping from his voice.

“She could,” Thomas admits, his voice calm but firm. “But she doesn’t want to. She’s learning to control it. She’s trying. She’s a good kid, but yeah, she’s still figuring it out.”

The mother’s voice trembles again. “She barely spoke in there. She just sat there, staring at the floor. How are we supposed to work with that?”

Thomas sighs, the weight of it heavy even through the door. “She doesn’t know how to connect yet. She’s been in survival mode her whole life. But she’s not unreachable. She just needs patience. People who don’t give up on her.”

The father’s voice drops, hard and final. “We have other kids at home. If she’s this... unpredictable, I don’t know how we’re supposed to make that work. It’s not fair to them—or to her.”

There’s a long silence, the kind that makes my ears buzz. Finally, Thomas speaks, his tone measured but distant. “This isn’t a decision you have to make right now. Today was about meeting her, getting to know her a little. Take your time.”

The mother’s response is barely audible. “We’ll think about it.”

The words hang in the air, and I can’t breathe. My fists clench tighter as the door creaks open, and they step back into the room. My parents. My stomach turns at the word.

They’re smiling now, or trying to. It’s that fake kind of smile people use when they don’t know what else to do.

“Hey, Ella,” the woman—my mother—says softly. Her voice trembles, and it makes me want to scream. “It was really nice to meet you.”

I stare at my knees, my body frozen. Nice to meet me? Like I’m some stranger they bumped into at the store?

The man clears his throat, shifting awkwardly. “We’ll be in touch,” he says, his voice gruff. His eyes avoid mine entirely.

The woman—my mother—forces a smile, the kind that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Ella,” she says gently, “we just wanted to come back and say goodbye for now.”

I sit frozen, my hands gripping the sides of my chair. My voice comes out hoarse. “You’re leaving?”

The man—my father—clears his throat, glancing at her before answering. “It’s a long drive back,” he says, his tone awkward. “We need to start heading out.”

My stomach twists violently, and my chest feels tight. I don’t respond, the words caught in my throat.

The mother steps closer, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “It was good to see you.”

Nice. That’s what this was to them? A visit, a formality. My palms press hard into my thighs as my head spins.

Thomas steps forward, his calm presence filling the space between us. “Ella’s made a lot of progress here,” he says, his voice steady but tinged with something softer. “It’s not easy, but she’s working through it. I know this is a lot to process for everyone.”

The mother nods quickly, her lips pressing into a thin line as her gaze darts away from me. The father’s face is harder to read, his jaw tight as he glances toward the door.

“We just... need some time to talk things over,” the mother says finally, avoiding my eyes.

I bite my lip, trying to hold back the surge of emotions bubbling inside me. They’re leaving. They’re not taking me.

They turn to leave, and my mind goes blank. My body moves before I can think. I shoot to my feet, my chair scraping loudly against the floor.

“Wait,” I blurt out, my voice cracking. “Please, I—I can do better. Just... don’t go.”

My mother hesitates her hand on the door handle. She turns back, her face crumpling, but she doesn’t step toward me.

“Ella,” Thomas says softly, moving closer. “It’s okay—”

“No, it’s not!” My voice rises, frantic and desperate. “It’s not okay! I’ll never get out of here!”

I see the door still ajar, and before anyone can react, I bolt.

“Ella!” Thomas’s voice rings out behind me, but I don’t stop. My bare feet slap against the cold floor, the air burning in my lungs as I run down the corridor. Out, out, out. If they won’t take me, I’ll find my own way.

The walls blur past me, and I barely register the glowing red exit sign at the end of the hall until I’m yanking at the handle. Locked. Of course, it’s locked.

“No, no, no, no!” I scream, slamming my fists against the metal. The pain shoots up my arms, but it only makes me hit harder. Blood smears onto the surface as my knuckles split open, but I don’t care. “Let me out!” I shriek, the sound ripping from my throat like an animal caught in a trap. “Please, let me out!”

Footsteps. Shouting. They’re getting closer.

I whirl around, my back pressed against the door. Broad and Burley come into view first, their hulking frames blocking the hall. Behind them, Thomas is jogging, his face tight with worry.

“Ella! Stop!” Broad shouts, his voice booming.

“Stay the fuck away from me!” I scream, my voice cracking. My hands shake as I press them against the door, as if I can push it open through sheer force of will.

“Ella, calm down!” Burley takes a step closer, and I drop into a defensive crouch, my body trembling with adrenaline.

“Get away!” I shriek, baring my teeth like some cornered animal. My chest heaves with ragged breaths, and I feel like I’m coming apart at the seams.

Thomas steps in front of the guards, holding out his hands, his expression calm but tense. “Ella, it’s me. It’s just me,” he says softly, his voice steady in the chaos.

I backpedal against the wall, my nails scraping the surface. “No! You’re lying! You always lie!” My voice breaks into a scream, raw and guttural. “You said I’d get better, but I’m not! I’m not!” My chest heaves, and my vision blurs with tears.

Thomas takes a deep breath, his tone unwavering. “I know you’re scared. I know this feels impossible. But you’re safe, Ella.”

“Shut up!” I shriek, grabbing my hair and yanking until pain burns across my scalp. “Shut up! You don’t get it! I can’t do this anymore! I can’t stay in that cell—I can’t stay like this!”

Thomas glances sharply at the guards. “Back off,” he commands, his voice edged with steel.

“Thomas, we should—” Broad starts, but Thomas silences him with a glare.

“I said back off!” His voice cuts through the air, and the guards step back reluctantly, their hands still hovering near their tasers.

I slide to the floor, my knees giving out as my sobs wrack my body. The sterile hallway feels suffocating, the world pressing down on me. ”I can’t,” I whisper, barely audible through my cries. “I’m broken, and I can’t fix it.”

Thomas crouches, keeping his distance but making himself smaller, his eyes locked on mine. “You’re not broken,” he says, his tone soft yet firm. “You’re hurt. That’s not the same thing.”

I shake my head violently, curling into myself. “You don’t understand,” I rasp. “I’ll never get out of here. I’ll never be normal.”

Thomas’s voice softens further. “Ella, you’re not trapped forever. This isn’t forever. You’ve been through things no one should, and yeah, it’s hard as hell, but it doesn’t mean you’re stuck like this.”

I look at him through my fingers, tears streaking my face. “I heard them,” I choke out. “They don’t want me. They don’t even see me. I’m just… I can’ be fixed. And I can’t—”

“They don’t know you,” Thomas cuts in, his voice stronger. “They don’t know how strong you are. But I do. You’ve survived things that would break most people. You’re still here. That’s not nothing, Ella. That’s everything.”

I shake harder, my body trembling with the weight of it all. “Stop,” I whisper, my voice cracking. “I feel… wrong.”

Thomas edges closer, his movements slow, deliberate. “Can I come closer?” he asks softly, like he’s talking to a skittish animal.

I don’t respond, the fight draining out of me, leaving only exhaustion. Finally, I give a small, shaky nod.

Thomas crouches a few feet away, his voice calm but edged with worry. “Ella,” he says gently, “can you calm down on your own, or do you need help?”

My breath hitches, and I glance at him, my vision swimming with tears. The room is spinning, my own thoughts clawing at the inside of my skull.

“I don’t…” I start, my voice cracking as I clutch my knees to my chest. I try to steady myself, but the tremors won’t stop. My hands shake violently, and my stomach churns. “I can’t—”

He leans forward slightly, his tone soft but firm. “It’s okay, but if you need help, it’s here.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, the weight of everything crashing down all at once. The rejection. The endless days in this place. The gnawing truth that I’m not okay. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve raw and exposed. “I…” My voice wavers, and I force the words out, barely a whisper. “I need help.”

Thomas doesn’t hesitate. He nods once, his movements deliberate as he pulls the syringe from his pocket. “Alright,” he says softly. “This will take the edge off. Just for now.”

I sit frozen as he inches closer. My breathing hitches when he kneels beside me, the needle glinting faintly in the light. He pauses, his eyes meeting mine. “I’m going to make it quick, okay?”

I give a tiny nod, my body trembling as I force myself to stay still. The pinch of the needle is sharp but fleeting, and I barely feel it over the chaos in my mind. Almost instantly, a wave of calm starts to wash over me, dulling the jagged edges of my thoughts.

My body grows heavy, my limbs slackening as the fight drains out of me. I can feel Thomas’s arms wrap around me, lifting me off the cold floor. My head lolls against his chest, his steady heartbeat grounding me in the haze.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady. “You’re going to be okay.”

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Can you do one where the girls clock on that grumpy has identified them as Leah 1 and Lia 2 it's so funny 🤣

ONE AND TWO — alessia russo x child!reader

cute lil one🙃

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"leah one can you help me tie my shoes?" you asked as you flopped the laces to the side, your mummy not in the room to ask. leah turning around at your request and nodding her head as she came over to start tying your laces.

leah one tapping her leg for you to lift your foot on so she didn't have to kneel down to tie them, her knee still not being fully recovered from her big ouchie.

"single or double knotted?" she paused looking down to you as she stopped at the single knot as you hummed for a minute, "double, then won't come undone"

"good thinking tiny!"

"lia two" you tapped lia on the leg she being the only one left in the changing room, the swiss turning around with a smile as she knelt down to your height.

"what's up tiny?" she asked with a smile as you pointed to your colourful ball that had been hidden on the top of the lockers.

"could you get my ball for me" you said so sweet as lia nodded getting back up and standing on the bench in order to get the colourful ball.

"how'd that end up there?" she handed you the colourful ball back in your hands as you said your thanks you's hugging lia two's leg tightly.

"kyra put it up there" you pouted as lia let out a laugh and a knowing nod of the head. kyra often being on to tease you or playing games with you.

"what she like tiny!"

"leah one why you frowning?" you asked a puzzled look on your face as you looked up at the blonde defender. leah's eyes shifting to you as she straightened up on the pitch.

"the team won, you should be a happy! like ella and mummy!" you pointed over to the two girls who were laughing and smiling as they waved to fans after the international win as leah stood next to you her mouth wide open at your little rant.

"i am happy! see look i'm smilin'" leah smiled at you as you shook your head, leah's smile disappearing just as fast as it came.

"leah one your frowning again!" you giggled at the blondes serious look before rushing off towards your mummy leaving the blonde defender confused as she stood in the middle of the pitch.

"lia two, can you open my juice?" you asked lia as she was sat in the gym doing some rehab for her recent injury keeping her from the final games of the season.

"of course tiny!" lia smiled as you handed her the carton of juice, "do you want the straw in?" lia asked as she held the plastic covered straw in her other hand.

you nodded with a smile as lia poked the straw in the top of the carton in the small hole before handing your juice back you. "thank you lia two!" you said sweetly as you wondered out the room before lia even had a chance to get another word in.

since your first day at arsenal when you met all of the players, most players had their own little nickname that you had assigned them.

pelvova was pavlova. laura was lala. kyra was rara. emily was foxy. lotte was lots. frida was fredo. everyone had there own special name and everyone knew there own name from you.

but nobody seemed to clock on at the nicknames that you had for leah and lia. they all just thought you called them leah and lia.

it was team photo day and the team was all dressed in full kit as they walked to the training pitch where the photo was being took. you wondering along with the team talking with leah as you teased her about her permanent frown.

"leah one you have to smile!" you smiled cheekily, as leah shook her head at your constant teasing. "i do smile, but football is serious" leah defended herself as you tutted at the defender.

"no leah one, football is fun, mummy tells me that before my games" you tell the blonde as she widen your eyes to prove your point. but your mummy was walking behind with beth and kyra who clung to the blondes arm as they walked.

"hang on is tiny calling leah, leah one!" kyra laughed as she heard you jokingly scolded the blonde defender about her lack of smiling. alessia and beth looking at the young australian with a clueless look as both shrugged not having a clue.

"why would she call-"

"hush and listen!"

kyra slapping alessia on the shoulder for her to stop talking as alessia was taken back at the younger girls abrupt words as a chuckle and shake of the head came from beth as the three stayed as quiet as they could hoping to hear you conversation with leah.

"-but leah one it a photo and you have to say cheese and dat makes you smile" you told the blonde as you gave her some advice in maybe how to smile, it being a tradition for leah to just not smile in football pictures.

"there- see! told you!" kyra pointed out as you called leah, leah one a confused look on both beth and alessia's face. more so on alessia's.

"but why" alessia spoke her thoughts aloud as she still was getting shrugs and small i don't know from kyra and beth.

"maybe we just ask tiny?" beth suggested putting the idea out there but alessia shook her head, "no, leah first cause lovie will make up some drastic story if we ask her and we'll not know what to believe!" a small giggle coming from the three, you were known to be quite the chatter box but also quite the story teller.

"le" beth whispered loudly as the team was finally getting to where the team photo was being took, staff members being scatter around trying to direct the players where to go.

leah turning around at the sound of her name, an eyebrow raising as titled her head up in the air for beth to carry on.

"got a question, well less does" beth pointed to the blonde stood next to her as leah's eyes moved to look at alessia.

"have you noticed that lovie is calling you leah one?" alessia asked a a wave of confusion waved over the defenders face but leah ultimately nodded.

"yea' dunno why though you'll have the tiny mastermind herself why she does" leah shrugged before turning as a staff member was calling her name, more than likely telling the girl where to stand.

"lovie, c'mere a minute" your mummy called you over as you were sat on top of the pile of coats and other jackets the team had piled on the ground. you wondering over as your mummy lifted you up into her arms as you sat on her hips.

“i’ve got a question to ask you” your mummy smiled as she tickled you under the chin making you squirm in her arms as a light giggle came from you.

“what- mummy?” you said in between a few giggles.

“who is that there?” your mummy asked as you followed her outstretched free arm that wasn’t holding you up pointing to leah one.

you looked between leah one and your mummy wondering if your mummy was trying to trick you with the question. “that leah one” you said simply.

“leah one?” your mummy repeated the name you had called leah as you nodded.

“yes, cause that’s leah one and then over there is lia two” you said pointing to wally who was stood with kim and manu already in their place for the team photo.

your mummy having a moment of realisation as it made sense now, “ah it’s so you don’t get them mixed up!” you nodding along to what your mummy was saying.

“less come on man, we’re waiting for you!”

alessia quickly placed you back in the floor as you ran back to your seat on top of the all the training jackets, alessia taking her space near beth and leah.

“got my answer! it’s so she doesn’t get the lw’s mixed up. your leah one-“ she pointed to leah as she hummed in realisation.

“and lia is lia two!” beth finished the sentence for alessia as she nodded. the pieces of the puzzle had fell into place now — it all made sense.

“that’s quite clever! might use that myself!”

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