#and she starts shouting I AM NOT AFRAID and someone shouts back 'of what??'
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2005
Leah Williamson x reader
Warnings: I hate this but I wanted to give you guys something
You were born the youngest of four girls Amelia your eldest sister by ten years, followed by Ellie and finally Charlotte who although closer in age was still six years older than you.
Walking out the door you stood beside her mums car dressed in you new school uniform as you waited for your sisters to come barrelling out in order to go to school, you turned her attention from the hall door to the noise of someone shouting pass, looking down you spotted the blue ball before looking into the garden next door to see a young boy not much older then you calling for it, you smiled passing the ball back before asking if you could play. The young boy nodded as you stepped on to the grass of your next door neighbours front garden before running up to the older boy "my names Y/n I'm four and I start big school today." The older boy smiled at her "my names Jacob and I'm five it's my first day of big school today too." The pair smiled at each other before Jacob kicked the ball to you as you both started passing back and forth. Your older sisters had gotten themselves ready and out to the car searching for their little sister before noticing you next door "who's that she's playing with." Amelia asked looking at Ellie and Charlotte to see if they knew only to get a shake of the head stating they hadn't a clue. Amanda had walked out her front door with her daughter right behind her flustered that the pair were going to be late before stopping to watch you and Jacob "Jacob honey." Jacob stopped playing with the blue ball at the call for his name before Jacob turned back to you"I have to go to school now but I might see you later." You nodded smiling at the older boy "ok can we play football then as well." Jacob smiled nodding his head before bounding over to his Mum and sister as you crossed the threshold back into the front garden as your mum came out the door. The mothers smiling at each other as they rushed their children into the cars late to get them to school.
Later that day the Mums stood separate from one another waiting on their youngest to come running out of the primary school. Natalie your mum smiled as she watched you run along side the boy she recognised from earlier in the day "Mummy guess what." Natalie smiled down at you her youngest daughter moving some hair out of the four year olds face "Jacob my new best friend is in my class we sit beside each other." Natalie smiled at the young boy standing beside her daughter "hello and you must be Jacob, Y/n’s new best friend." Jacob beamed up at Natalie "I am and we are next door neighbours it's like we where meant to be friends all along." Amanda smiled walking over to her son and his new friend "hi sorry I didn't introduce myself this morning I'm Amanda Jacobs mum." Natalie smiled shaking Amanda's hand "we where both in mad rushes I don't blame you, I'm Natalie y/ns mum it's nice to finally meet the neighbours we have been living beside the past four years." The pair laughed as they began chatting you and Jacob dropping your bags beginning to play a game that ran through their imaginations like wildfire until Amanda shouted over to them "come on Jacob have to get your sister to training and then get you ready for yours." Natalie turned to Amanda "what type of training do your kids do." Amanda smiled at her "oh my pair are football mad Leah's Arsenal crazy like myself and Jacob takes after his dad as a Tottenham Spurs fan but he plays for the local under 8s team." Natalie looked over at you before looking back at Amanda "Y/n’s football crazy too unlike the rest of our girls she takes after my brother does your team have a girls team by any chance I might sign her up." Amanda shook her head "I'm afraid they don't but she could join Jacobs, I tell you what why doesn't she come over to ours after she's changed out of her uniform stick a pair of runners on her and I'll bring her down with Jacob tonight to see if she likes it, Leah used to play on it before she moved up." Natalie looked at her daughter before turning back to Amanda again "only if your sure." Amanda shook her head picking up Jacobs bag and beginning to walk to the cars " of course I'll drop her over to yours after." Natalie smiled agreeing before calling the kids over and separating for the time being.
Leah huffed trying to get her homework done as she munched on toast listening to her younger brother ramble on about his new best friend "and she's the youngest like me but she's also younger then me so technically I'm not the youngest anymore oh and Leah... Leah she likes football like us and she knows how to pass and everything Mum said she's coming over and after we drop you off she's coming with me to try out for my team." Leah nodded along halfheartedly listening to him "that's nice buddy, why not go get changed while I finish this then we can kick about the back till mum says it's time to go." Jacob jumped from his seat running out of the room to get dressed in a hurry as Leah focused back on her homework. Leah huffed as the doorbell went getting up to get it as her mum shouted down to her "Oh hello, you must be Leah I'm Natalie and this is Y/n is your Mum about." Leah smiled at Natalie before looking down at you as you just stared up at the older girl "yeah come on in Mum Natalie and y/n are here." The pair followed the young blonde into the kitchen waiting for Amanda to come down. "Oh perfect Natalie I hope leah introduced herself." Natalie smiled looking over to the young girl finishing her homework as you let go of her Mums hand walking over to the kitchen table watching the older girl again. "What are you doing." Leah looked up from her work to see the younger girl standing right beside looking down at the books "my homework." You looked at Leah scanning her face "I don't have homework." Leah smiled at her "yeah Jacob was telling me here why don't you sit there I'm nearly done Jacob will be down in a minute and then we can play football out the back before we leave." You couldn’t help but look at Leah in shock "you play football." Leah smiled at you "yeah I do I have since I was your age." You nodded excitedly"but you play with your brother too." Leah nodded looking down at her work as she began finishing off her maths "my sisters don't play football with me." Leah looked up at you eyes softening as Natalie and Amanda stopped talking as they listened to the girls "I kick the ball against the wall but then Melia says it's really annoying so she makes me stop, Lellie has dance so she's to busy all of the time and Charlie plays with her friends down the road and says I'm to small to come." Leah put down her pencil again "well I'll happily play football with you anytime I'm home and Jacob loves playing football to so next time you want to play just come to us ok." You looked at Leah eyes filling with hope "Really." Leah nodded smiling at her before picking up her pencil before going back to work as you sat quietly content with just watching her.
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HAPPY HOLLYDAZE!! More Lady Mo if possible!!! ✨
a continuation of 52 53 54 55 56 57
"I believe," Lan Wangji says severely, "that what my wife does or does not do is no one's concern but mine."
Xuanyu raises an eyebrow at that, which he ignores. He knows exactly what she thinks about his concern regarding her actions. She'd been irritated that he was upset she faced fierce corpses alone, of all things.
Jin Zixun pales, but he must have a high opinion of his own importance because he says, "For fuck's sake, you're being ridiculous. A year ago no one would have cared if she drunk herself to death and now she can't even have a little wine?"
Lan Wangji does not make the conscious decision to unsheathe his blade, but there it is gleaming in his hand.
Jiang Yanli is being pushed back into her seat by her husband while her son stares wide eyed.
There's some intense shuffling from the Lan section. Although he doesn't turn around, he does hear Jingyi and Sizhui whispering furiously. He wonders who is restraining who.
Jiang Cheng is standing with a hand on his sword and no one is going to any effort to restrain him at all. Li Shuchun, the only one that might have a chance of it, is leaning back to exchange money with another Jiang disciple.
"This is quite enough!" Jin Guangshan shouts. "What's this about? Sect Leader Lan-"
"Oh, be quiet Father," Xuanyu says, getting to her feet and stepping forward to grab his hand and shove his hand down. "What's with you today, Wangji? Put that away." She's very close and glaring at him, so he resheathes his sword.
"Jin Xuanyu!" Jin Guangshan thunders.
She rolls her eyes, turning to Jin Zixun. She punches his shoulder, a move that he dodges instantly. Which leaves him wide open when she grabs his sword off his hip, tosses it to Jin Guangyao, and then drops to kick his legs out from under him.
She pushes down on his shoulder, keeping him on his knees, and says, "Wangji, dear, would you hold him for me?"
She called him dear.
He steps to grab Jin Zixun's wrists, keeping him in place.
"What are you doing?" he howls. "You can't just-"
"You wanted to drink, right?" she asks then picks up a wine bottle with one hand and pinches his nose shut with the other.
He opens his mouth and Xuanyu pours wine down his throat. He can either drink or drown.
"Come on," she says cheerfully, "don't you want to drink to another fruitful year? Have some more!"
He drinks until he's coughing and sputtering, eyes glassy. Everyone just watches, but then again who is there to say anything? Jin Zixuan is keeping himself firmly in his own seat and Jin Guangshan and Madame Jin are just staring, probably more interested in watching everyone else's reaction then anything else.
"There," she says once the bottle is empty. "Feeling better?"
"You're crazy," he coughs.
Xuanyu's grin widens. "I am the legitimate daughter of Sect Leader Jin. I am the wife of Hanguang Jun. What I am is someone who is above you. You're lucky I don't have you whipped for your impudence. Isn't he, Father?"
Jin Guangyao has never once made a fuss about his status, afraid that what was easily given could be easily taken. Xuanyu clearly is, because her own status can't be revoked without making a mockery of the Jin's treaty with the Lan, and Jin Guangshan either reaffirms her rights and privileges as his daughter or risks lowering the authority of the son he does favor - Jin Zixuan.
Lan Wangji is suddenly grateful that Xuanyu hadn't been interested in manipulating him to her benefit.
Jin Guangshan is nearly purple in rage, but he gets out through clenched teeth, "Yes, Xuanyu. Of course."
"Why has the music stopped?" she asks the hall, giving Lan Wangji a look. He lets go of Jin Zixun and can't help the curl of amusement when he falls flat on his face. "This is a banquet, after all!"
The music starts up again and conversation slowly starts once more as Jin Zixun stumbles from the hall. He doesn't want to leave her side, but she's seated by Jin Guangyao once more and chatting about the schedule for tomorrow. Jin Guangyao seems supremely relaxed, which Lan Wangji is given to believe that means he's laughing on the inside.
He sits down next to his brother, waiting for the scolding he rightfully deserves.
"Wangji," Xichen says seriously. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I love your wife."
He hides his smile behind his teacup.
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youngster // Lionesses
a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it :D
Getting your first senior call up at the age of 17 was shocking. Your call up came shortly before the euros and it was scary. You felt two sides of emotions, you felt the positives, the wow I’m in the senior squad and the negatives, shit I’m the in the senior squad with legends. You knew most of them, played against many of them as well yet the thought of having an actual conversation with them freaked you out.
But thinking back, you wouldn‘t change a thing.
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Your first ever training session was interesting to say at least. As a striker, your goal was it to score but you didn‘t. At each opportunity, you passed the ball to someone else, so they could score. You were too afraid what the girls would think if you scored and if the ball wouldn‘t cross the line or if they thought it was selfish to shoot from your position.
By now, you knew the girls, you had to talked to some of them (not many) but something in your mind was telling you: keep distance, they‘re legends, you‘re just a 17 year old girl who got lucky with the call up.
Your behavior didn‘t go unnoticed - the squad questioning what the matter was with you.
"Kid, what‘s up?" Lucy asked one evening as she saw you sitting alone, watching the sunset.
"Lucy, hey"
"How are you feeling?" the older woman took it as her mission to get to know you. With the intention, that you would eventually warm up with her and the team, "First senior camp, hm?"
"Ye-yeah" nervously, you scratched your neck. You were literally talking to someone who you had admired since you were a little girl. As you felt the blush arose on your cheeks, you looked away, back at the sunset. "It’s okay to be the best version of yourself you know" she didn‘t look in your direction either, staring at the sunset as well.
"I- I don’t know what you’re talking about"
Scooting closer to your figure, the brunette looked briefly at you, "you‘re holding back. I‘ve seen you score goals for your club but not a single one here, why?"
"I don‘t know" you felt caught in fear yet Lucy made you feel like she wouldn‘t judge you for it. "It‘s scary? It‘s weird to know that I’m in the same room as you guys. Look at Ellen, she‘s a top scorer and when I am next to her in a scrimmage why would I shoot if I‘m in the same team as her?" you muttered the last part as you pulled your knees closer to your body.
"It‘s okay to be scared. But you‘re here for a reason. You have the talent, show them. Show everybody that you‘re not just the 17 year old," she laid her arm around your shoulder, bringing you some comfort before she whispered, "and by the way, all the girls think you‘re amazing. Even Ellen" she winked at you as you stared at here with wide eyes. Ellen White thought you‘re amazing?! The legend herself?
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After the conversation with Lucy you were a changed woman. Slowly but surely, you felt comfortable with everyone on the team. You scored goals, worked hard and you’d proven yourself.
The girls became your family.
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"Last one in the changing room is a loser" you shouted to Lessi and Ella while you began running, the best friends sprinting after you and Alessia almost tripping over her own feet as she tried to catch up with you. "You cheater!" Ella yelled as she chased after you, yourself laughing at her.
"Winner!" you threw your fist in the air, celebrating your little win as the striker and midfielder entered the room, "took ya long enough, huh?" mocking Ella’s thick accent, you yawned, acting as if you waited ages for them.
Ella and Alessia shared a look, smirking as they stepped closer to you. You looked at both of them, the mischief smiles obvious. "Oh no" you muttered. Before you even had the chance to react, the girls tackled you in sweaty hug as they started to annoy you with weird noises or tickle fingers.
"You‘re the loser" Lessi stated, laughing while Ella claimed, "I don���t sound like that!"
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During the international break you had two friendlies planned - one against Ireland and one against Australia.
Both tough opponents.
"Y/n" Sarina called over the pitch as you were about to take a shower like the rest of the girls. When you saw walking in your direction, you walked towards her, "yes?"
"Do you have a moment?" she asked nicely.
"Um, yeah sure!" nervously you scratched your arm, "is something wrong?"
"No! Actually quite the opposite. Let’s take a seat" she pointed towards the bench before she went there, yourself following behind. "In two days we‘ll face Ireland and you‘ll give your debut" she started, shushing you as you were about to cut her off, "you‘ll come off the bench and then you will show the world your talent."
Dazed, you nodded, "I’m really proud of you. This and last camp you improved very much, you deserve this" with that she left. Sarina was nice and a very good coach but also kind off mysterious which she had shown just now. You liked her.
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You came on in the 75th minute for Ellen. The Og-lioness gave you a quick high five before she hugged you, cupping your cheeks while she told you "go smash it!" as well, she pressed a loving motherly kiss to your forehead. Everything’s going to be fine.
On the pitch, you looked around, assuring smiles coming from all of your team mates, even from one or two Irish girls.
Senior debut with 17, that’s world class.
While England was 2-0 in the lead, Ireland got desperate and angry, players like Katie McCabe showing it with the tackles she did.
Your moment came when Keira passed the ball to you. Dribbling around the defender you ran up to the goalie, no other defender near you, the goal keeper came out of her goal, off her line, with open legs. You had many possibilities, you could chip over her, shoot past her right/left or through her legs. And even though you had many possibilities, your brain decided on one before you could even consider which was the best option.
It was your moment to shine yet you embarrassed the gk by nutmegging her. You didn‘t care though and neither did your friends, you scored your debut goal on your debut match. It felt surreal. The stadium erupted in cheers and roars while the girls jumped on your back. Alessia was the first by your side, jumping on your back as Ella jumped on you from the side, the rest of the lionesses joining close behind. Millie and Rach smacked your head in appreciation and pride while others patted your back, Lucy being different as she squeezed your cheeks like an old aunty.
"So proud of you, little one" Leah whispered in your ear as you walked back in your own half, "thank you" you whispered, cheeks already red by all the attention you had gotten.
Like Ellen did earlier the England captain as well pressed a kiss to your forehead, showing her love.
The came continued until the ref blew the final whistle. Cheers were heard around the stadium, the girls happy with the outcome of the game. After every opponents hand was shaken the girls huddled around you, yelling, singing and the ManCity girls even dancing your name. "Debut oh oh oh, debut goal oh oh oh" they sang, hugging you in a group hug before they lifted you up.
Finally, you felt like a part of the team, like a lioness.
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The game against Australia was a whole different story. With players like Sam Kerr and Mary Fowler up front, Alanna Kennedy and Steph Catley in the back and a brick of wall like Arnold in goal, you knew for sure that match wouldn‘t be easy. Not one team going down without a fight.
The difference this time was though, you were in the starting line up.
Arriving at the stadium, you walked out of the bus towards the building, your hand slipping in Georgias, the bayern player looking down at you. She knew how it was to be a newbie and young. Ever since you had warmed up with the team it was known fact that you loved physical touch. It calmed your nerves and just made you feel free. None of the girls minded, they enjoyed it, you were like their kid and/or little sister. So a routine had developed;
walking out of the bus in the stadium? You would hold hands with Georgia.
Scoring a goal? The skipper would kiss your forehead.
You talked to Lucy? She would‘ve her arm around your shoulder.
Ella, Lessi and Mary? Bear hug.
The thing you enjoyed the most though was the group hugs in games, it didn‘t matter if you were squished in the middle, on top or barely in the hug - just hugging the limbs around you - it was special.
"Less, could you braid my hair, please?" you asked the blonde who was already in her warm up gear. "Yeah sure!" the striker replied sweetly. You took a seat in front of her before she started to comb through your hair and eventually braid it.
In the tunnel, you stood in front Lucy, nerves kicking in as you shuffled with your feet. The brunette saw your state, her hands creeping up to massage your shoulders. She leant towards you, "deep breaths. You‘re gonna be fine" she said and that was it.
Both teams walked out of the stadium, music playing as you stood in a row. When the official part (singing the national anthem, high-fiving your opponents, etc) was finally over you were happy. You wanted to play football.
The game started intense, Australia pressed high and played very physically. Your enemy of the night was Alanna Kennedy, the Manchester City defender. She defended and distributed balls as much as she could - she was fantastic. All of her tackles were clean, too.
Then there was a corner kick.
Alex stepped up to take it as everybody positioned themselves in the box or close to it. You remember the ball flying in your direction, you remember jumping in the air and something hitting your face. It wasn‘t the ball, it wasn‘t an elbow either - it felt painful.
Your body hit the ground with a thud, your vision already black as (unknown to you) blood trickled down your face. Everyone was so focused on stopping the counter attack that no one on your team, the opposing team or the referee noticed that you were on the ground, knocked out. Macca was the first by your side, she got the message instantly - you weren‘t going to get up. She yelled something, her gloves already tossed aside as she turned you around. There was a nasty cut on the right side of your forehead, going down to your temple and blood running out of your nose. When the ref finally realized something was wrong she blew her whistle, too far away to check on you immediately - she gave the sign for the medics to come on the pitch. It took one look at your numb body before the first girls started running. Ellen and Lucy were by your side while the medics did their job. Leah was arguing with the ref, angry words leaving her mouth as Millie tried to stop her. Yet Millie also having not so friendly words resting on the tip of her tongue.
When the replay was shown on the big screen every person in the stadium inhaled sharply. It showed you jumping up and Hayley Raso jumping up as well with an outstretched leg which then connected with your face. That was enough for Millie to let go of Leah and march over to the Australian, Rachel close by. Angrily, she poked her chest as she muttered how reckless that was. There was big huddle, other players got involved but still, you were laying on the pitch. Everything happened so fast and got out of hand way too quickly.
"My head hurts" you rasped out. Ellen’s eyes grew wide, "hey" she sighed in relief.
"Do you have a twin?" you asked, eyes closing again.
"No?"
"why do I see you twice?"
Helplessly, Ellen looked at Lucy who shrugged her shoulders before she looked at the medics.
"The stretcher is coming"
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You laid on a bed, head bandaged as you mumbled something. Benched Lotte sat next to you, Sarina with the strict order to look after you. Lotte held your hand in a comforting manner even if you didn‘t realize the act. "You know, a shrimp‘s heart is in its head" you muttered, smiling at the ceiling, high on painkillers. Lotte smiled to herself as the next random fact left your mouth and another one. Actually, she was quite impressed by your random knowledge.
"How is she?!" Jill asked as she harshly opened the door, the other girls behind the tall woman. Squeezing together in the room, the whole squad including Sarina stood inside, all eyes on you, "hi hi" you giggled, clapping your hands.
"I like you, you, you and you, you, you, oh and you," you pointed at each of the girls until you didn‘t feel like it anymore "ah, I just love all of you. My heros"
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The days after, the girls took care of you like you were a royalty. They helped you to get dressed, reminded you to take your medication, walked with you - so if something happens, they could help you and everything. You really appreciated it, even though it annoyed you, after the first week where everything was almost back normal.
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When the euros call up came, you were beyond excited. A European championship on home soil, could it get any better?
You loved everything about that tournament. The mood in the team was untouchable, the flair unreal and the games on fire. It surprised yourself when you got the chance to play in an actual euros match and even scoring. You felt a high like everyone else did.
It was the match against Spain when you scored the winning goal. The stadium erupted in roars, the girls celebrating jumping around you as each of them gave you a forehead kiss. Leah was the first who did - she always did it after a goal of yours but when Lucy did the same after that and Georgia joined as well, all the girls pressed a loving and thankful kiss to your forehead. It was the perfect moment, could’ve been a movie moment.
Winning the trophy was your and the highlight. Ella scored the opening goal and Chloe the final one, it was surreal. You had never felt prouder in your life.
When the final whistle blew, you ran for your dear life. You ran to the person who was the closest and jumped onto her as you shouted something cheerful. You - like everybody, felt euphoric. It was phenomenal.
You did it. The girls did it. The lionesses did it. They brought the trophy home.
With just 17 you won your first major senior trophy, many to come and as the youngster of the group, there will never be a day where you have to worry about anything. The girls had your back and you had theirs because you‘re a lioness.
All for one and one for all.
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My Sweet Cairo (Part 7)
Synopsis: The Ravens' Soccer team Captain fell in love for Cairo Sweet
Warning: Slight cursing, Anger rage. Other than that, none that I know of (but feel free to correct me)
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A/N: I have no words for this one but still! I enjoyed writing it especially the Jasmine, Winnie, Reader trio! Happy Reader!
Y/N was waiting outside of Winnie's class to go get their lunch when she was cornered by a short brunette who looked just about pissed to murder her.
"What were you doing with Winnie? Is she your girlfriend now?" Cairo asked aggressively, her body as close as it could get to Y/N.
The taller girl's eyes widened at the sudden aggression she was receiving but she composed herself immediately, walking back a little to give herself and Cairo some distance, afraid that the shorter girl would start swinging at her.
"Welcome back? Or not?" She started, still looking lost at what's happening. "Uhh... I don't see how it's your business what I do with my friends. But yeah, go off."
With the word "friends" Cairo felt a huge weight lifting off of her. "I saw you two all giggly and happy walking to your house. What was that?"
Y/N's brows furrowed, then a chuckle left her mouth. "Are you stalking us? That's some level shit creepy." She said sarcastically, shaking her head.
Cairo's face darkens as she walks closer to Y/N who looked at her with furrowed brows.
"You're mine, Y/N. And yes, I am selfish. So you better stop flirting with every able body you find." The way Cairo said it sent shivers down Y/N's spine, it was territorial, it was threatening, it was something.
The taller girl stared at Cairo, not knowing what to say or do when thankfully, Jasmine and Winnie called for her.
"Yow, Y/L/N! Bring your tall ass in here right now." She heard Jasmine shouting.
Y/N turned to them before looking at Cairo again, stepping back. "See you around." She told the brunette quietly before she ran to her friends.
As soon as she got to them, she let out the breath that she was holding, holding a hand to her chest to make it stop beating too hard. Cairo still has that effect on her, after everything
"What was that?" Winnie asked finally when they sat with their trays.
Y/N shook her head, still in daze. "I have no fucking idea, mate. But shit scared me." She admitted.
"Was she threatening you? What does she want?" Jasmine asked, as worried as Winnie.
"She uh— she told me that I'm hers and that I should stop flirting with every able body I find?"
Winnie and Jasmine turned to one another before they started laughing. Y/N groaned as she held her head.
"I told you, you should wear that shit like a fucking medal." Winnie teased again, making Y/N groan louder.
"Looks like you're gonna stay single until graduation if you want a smooth sailing semester." Jasmine said, playful pity in her voice as she patted Y/N's head.
The taller girl shook Jasmine's hand off her as she looked at her friends with pleading eyes.
"I don't want to leave this place a virgin, people." She whispered shouted at her friends, looking around after if there was someone listening.
Jasmine and Winnie laughed at her again.
"Well then, fuck her, superstar." Winnie suggested, and Jasmine nodded.
Y/N made a face. "That is incredibly disturbing," she started before leaning closer to her friends. "She kissed Mr. Miller, I don't want to kiss her knowing Mr. Miller's tongue was probably probing inside her mouth!"
That made the two laugh even harder that students started looking over to them. There at a table, two star athletes and a running honour student being messy. It's a fun sight to see for them.
After some time, Jasmine and Winnie finally calmed down, wiping the tears that started to fill their eyes from laughing. The look on Y/N's face was immaculate.
"Look," Winnie started, still composing herself and giggling. "For what it's worth, Cairo probably liked kissing you better than she did with Mr. Miller."
"And how would you know that?" Y/N challenged.
"Because superstar, I was with her the entire time she was gushing over how sweet and soft your lips were, how she wanted to kiss them over and over again, I literally almost gagged each time." Winnie said.
Y/N still shook her head despite feeling her heart jumping at that new found information.
"Even when she made out with you?" Y/N asked, turning the tables around causing Jasmine to look at Winnie with wide eyes.
"Oh, hold the fuck up!" Jasmine exclaimed, holding her hands up and looking bothered and shocked. "You made out with your friend's girlfriend. That's some messed up shit, bro."
"Not her fault." Y/N immediately defended Winnie.
Jasmine's brows furrowed even more, if that's even possible. "She made out with your girlfriend and you're okay with it? How messed up are you?!"
Y/N chuckled. "Cairo used her, don't blame her for being used." She said, turning to Winnie with a smile. "Although, I believe she might've loved it."
Winnie groaned as she threw a piece of tortilla in Y/N's face while the two star athlete's laughed at her frustrated look.
"But seriously though, what are you gonna do with her? I mean, there's like two more months away from graduation, there's prom and all that jazz." Jasmine asked, turning the conversation serious.
Y/N doesn't know what to do to be honest. She just wants this semester to end, graduate and then move to California. Everything about Cairo just makes it even more complicated now. But then again, why would she bother with Cairo? They're over.
"Nothing. I'll do nothing. I mean, what do you want me to do? She's the one who ruined what we had, not me." Y/N answered truthfully.
"With the way she's acting, I don't see her stopping until you two are together again. She's gonna do everything in her power to get you back, trust me. That girl will move heaven and earth just to bring you back to her." Winnie said, with conviction.
"That's just overreacting now." Jasmine said, a bit scared for her friend.
"No, she's not."
"No, I'm not."
Both Winnie and Y/N said, turning to Jasmine with a look. That just made Jasmine gulp.
"She's gonna be the death of you. For all I know, she's gonna follow you to California." Jasmine said, shaking her head.
Y/N groaned. "She'll hunt me down like a prey, won't she?" She turned to Winnie.
"You bet she will, and she's not gonna stop. Girlie's persistence, smart, and with money." Winnie said, holding a hand to Y/N's shoulder with a pity smile.
"Well, shit."
Y/N went home with Cairo still in her mind. She doesn't really know what to do or what to think of it. Sure, part of her probably still has some feelings for Cairo despite everything but that doesn't mean she still wants to stay with her. It's just so confusing at this point.
"Mum, I'm— what the fuck?" She was stopped on her track as soon as she saw the person peeking out from the dining area. "What are you doing here?"
The brunette girl smiled as she walked towards Y/N. "I was waiting for you outside hoping to talk to you but your mom came and she let me in. We're cooking something, come on." Cairo said, a smile on her face as she casually held Y/N's hand and pulled her towards the kitchen.
"Is that Y/N?" Y/M/N asked as she turned to see Cairo smiling and Y/N looking all confused.
"What is she doing here?" Y/N asked her mum, not caring if Cairo's present in the room.
Y/M/N gave her a look. "Be polite, she's a guest." She warned her daughter.
"No, she's not. She's leaving." Y/N said, causing Y/M/N to raise her brows at her daughter, she was not liking this attitude of Y/N.
"Tell that to the hand you're clasping, your fingers are intertwined." Y/M/N said, making Y/N pull her hand away from Cairo who pouted, she's enjoying watching Y/N get scolded. "Be a good host and help her fix the table, now."
There's no arguing in that tone of voice anymore and Y/N knows that. She may have a bad attitude towards Cairo but she will not fight with her over it.
Y/N sighed in defeat. "Yes, mum." She muttered before she walked past Cairo and started fixing the table.
"What are you doing here, Cairo? What do you want?" Y/N asked the brunette who was still smiling at her.
"I already told you, I wanted to talk to you."
Y/N turned to her with a pointed look. "There's nothing more to talk about." She said before she turned back to fixing the table.
"Y/N, I just want to explain." Cairo said, walking towards the taller girl.
"Expla— I don't want to hear more lies and schemes from you, I'm done with you." Y/N whisper shouted, glancing over to the kitchen door to see if her mum was listening.
"I know you're mad, and you probably detest me," Cairo started but Y/N immediately jumped in as she fixed the utensils.
"That's an understatement."
Cairo sighed, walking closer to the tall girl. "I know you hate me. But at least let me redeem myself."
"You have no redeeming qualities, Cairo. Not in my eyes." Y/N spoke with venom in her voice as she walked back to the kitchen to check on her mum, leaving Cairo behind.
The brunette girl just watched her before she let out a sigh.
This is gonna be harder than it looks. Cairo thought.
When Y/N got back in the kitchen, her mother was already done cooking. She smiled as she helped her mother to put the food on the table, Cairo was already filling up the glass of water.
"Let's eat." Y/M/N told the two kids who sat on either side of her.
"So Cairo, how are you holding up? I heard what happened." Y/M/N started, looking at Cairo with some sort of gentleness, it's unsettling.
"Mum." Y/N called out but her mother gave her a look, something that said shut your mouth, I'm not talking to you.
The taller girl just sighs as she turns to Cairo who looks shocked and at the same time, worried. That's literally the woman whose husband killed himself because of a situation similar to hers yet so different.
"I'm... I'm trying my best." Cairo answered softly.
Y/M/N nodded, smiling at Cairo sweetly.
"A little rock in the journey won't hurt. You're gonna learn that the hard way but, you'll get by." Y/M/N told Cairo, giving her advice? Y/N is confused.
Cairo smiled, genuinely? What the fuck is happening here? Y/N does not know.
"Thank you." Cairo said, turning to Y/N with a smile.
"So," Y/M/N is not done yet. "What happened with you and this one?" She asked Cairo.
"Mother!" Y/N tried again but Y/M/N shot her a look to shut her up, AGAIN!
Cairo giggled at the mother-daughter interaction. She wished she had this closeness with her parents. Maybe she wouldn't have turned to this mess in the first place.
"We're... just in a rough patch right now. We're trying to fix it though." Cairo answered, smiling.
Y/N gave her a furrowed look.
Y/M/N smiled. "That's good. This kid can be a handful but you'll manage." She said, reaching a hand on Cairo's and patting it gently.
"Hold up! What is happening here?! Since when are you two best friends?!" Y/N asked, really confused at this now.
Y/M/N and Cairo looked at each other before letting out sweet laughter in Y/N's ears.
"Just eat your food, honey. Your face is turning red." Y/M/N teased, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.
"I'm gonna need you to tell me what you did to my mum." Y/N warned Cairo who's still looking at her with her sweet smile.
"Oh, now you want to talk?" Cairo asked, teasing.
Y/N groaned. "Yes! Because I want you to tell me what you did to my sweet mother!"
She's getting frustrated. But Cairo and Y/M/N's just laughing at her the entire dinner which made her even more frustrated, it's crazy.
After their dinner, Y/N immediately bid Y/M/N goodbye then pulled Cairo out of the house immediately. She doesn't know where they were going but she just kept pulling Cairo with her. They stopped near Cairo's house.
Y/N sighed heavily before turning to Cairo who's smiling? She's smiling!
"What the hell are you smiling at?" Y/N asked, a bit harsh.
Cairo pursed her lips. "Why are you all grumpy again?" She teased, giggling.
Y/N literally stared at her like she's a mad man. This girl is crazy.
"Will you stop? Stop trying to think that we're okay. We're not, Cairo!" Y/N said, turning serious again.
Cairo turned serious, sighing at how difficult Y/N is.
"I want to fix this. I want you, Y/N. Can't you see?" Cairo said, getting desperate.
"Oh, is that true? When did you think of that? Was it before or after you seduced Mr. Miller?" Y/N blurted out. She's getting tired of Cairo.
The brunette sighed. "It's true, okay? I did try to seduce Mr. Miller. But that was before I was sure of you. That was way before I felt what I felt for you. I love you, Y/N. And I'm gonna do whatever means necessary to show you that, until you're mine again. And mark my words, I'm not gonna stop until you're mine again."
Y/N just stood there. She doesn't know what to say, or what to do. She doesn't know if she should believe Cairo. It's just so hard. There are things at play here.
"I'll see you at school, thank your mom for letting me have that wonderful dinner with you." Cairo finally said, walking towards Y/N and giving her a kiss on the cheek before she left the girl standing there.
What the fuck what that? Y/N thought.
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x you#jenna ortega x fem reader#cairo sweet x reader#tara carpenter x reader#wednesday addams x reader#cairo sweet#wednesday addams#tara carpenter#miller's girl
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Honestly a leah fic with leah being absolutely down and for reader, she has the biggest crush, she thinks she’s being subtle but she’s not. Reader knows about and teases leah purposely, leah still thinking she’s being subtle
Obvious
Leah Williamson x fem!reader
“Ooo comparing hand sizes, aye? When’s the wedding?” Lucy teases, resting her arms on the top of your seat. The blonde next to you turns around and glares at her but stops hearing your laugh. Leah’s glare softens when she sees you smile, making Lucy snicker.
“Trust me, if there’s a wedding, you’re not invited.” Leah quips back.
“Hey hey hey, no need to be hasty, fringy. If you just make a mov-“ Keira stands up and slaps her hand over her mouth. You raise your eyebrows with a look of amusement, seeing everyone try to cover up your friend’s obvious feelings for you.
Of course, you know about Leah’s feelings. She doesn’t make it hard to see. The only thing that sucks is that she doesn’t see your obvious feelings for her. You’re too headstrong to make the first move; you want Leah to get the guts to do something. It’s very funny having to see all of your friends tease you two and then try to cover it up right after as if they’re afraid a big secret is being spilled.
“Lucy, for the sake of us all, shut your mouth and lay down,” Keira says and drags her girlfriend to sit down beside her, nodding at Leah, telling her she has no more teasing to deal with anymore.
You smile at the blonde next to you and realize your hands are still pressed against each other. A light blush flushes over Leah’s face when she feels your fingers interlock with hers.
“Do I make you nervous?” Leah whips her head to look at you and sees a slight smile on your face. She opens and closes her mouth not knowing what to say, but she is soon relaxed when she feels your head lay its way on her shoulder. “I like it when you’re all shy.” You whisper so quietly she almost doesn’t catch it.
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The WSL season has finally started, and you have an away game against Manchester United. The team is heading inside the building in their little groups, most likely gossiping about the random drama that’s happening. You’re talking with Katie as you approach the door when a flash of a person in front of you cuts you off. Focusing your eyes back in front of you, you notice a familiar British blonde holding the door open for you. Without thinking, you quickly lean over and press a kiss on her cheek before continuing to walk into the building.
Leah is star-struck as she puts her hand on the same place your lips meet her skin. She follows you like a lost puppy, letting go of the door causing it to close on the previous person you were talking to.
“Oi! Am I chopped liver?” The Irish woman shouts, throwing her hands in the air with a roll of her eyes. “Ugh. I hate people that are in love.”
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“Heads up!”
Before you can even register what was called out, a football comes flying at your head, causing you to fall over and wince at the pain.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come towards you.” Alessia rambles out from right next to you while you sit up and adjust your blurry vision. You wave her off and she offers you a hand to help you stand up.
“You’re good, I just didn’t hear-“
“Are you okay? Are you hurt? How many fingers am I holding up?” Someone interrupts you, holding your head and moving it in several different directions to see if you have any marks. You giggle, removing the hands from you, and placing them on the person’s sides.
“Leah, I’m okay. It was just a little hit and I was startled.” You reassured her, making her shoulders slump down and releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
“Yeah chill out, mate. It’s not like she’s marrying another woman.” Katie says while rolling her eyes at the other defender’s dramatics.
You let out another laugh when you see Leah begin to chase down the other woman and tackle her to the turf. Everyone who was crowded around you dispersed to their previous stations and continued with training.
“Katie, Leah, no biting!”
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You’re softly humming to the song that's playing on the radio while staring at the buildings you’re passing by out the window. Leah offered you a ride to your house after your ride went off with a certain Australian, apparently completely forgetting of your existence, but you’re not going to complain. It gives you some alone time with the blonde.
“So here we are.” The girl announces. You didn’t even notice you were pulling up to your apartment until now. You turn your attention to the girl on the driver's side and thank her. Before you have a chance to open the door, the locks go off, confusing you right away. As you open your mouth to speak, a hand cups your jaw and pulls you in. Lips latch their way onto yours without any warning, but you easily sink into them and kiss back. When the kiss parts, Leah starts to stumble over her words before you cut her off with a small peck.
“You finally did it.” You smile with your thumbs stroking her tense jaw.
“Wait, what?”
“Leah, you can’t possibly think I haven’t noticed your feelings for me. I just want to know how you and our friends haven’t noticed my feelings for you.” The blonde stares at you with her jaw slack, trying to comprehend everything that just happened inside her car.
After a few seconds of pure silence, she blurts out, “Go on a date with me?”
“Just text me when and where.”
With that, you hop out of the car, grab your gear, and wink at the amazed girl. You can’t wait to finally see what’s to come.
#leah williamson x reader#leah williamson#katie mccabe#lucy bronze#keira walsh#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso#england#lionesses#lgbtq
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┕━━☽【𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑】☾━━┙ PT2
Category: angst, fluff, smut harry potter AU
Gryffindor!Bangchan x Slytheric!Fem!Reader
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
You and Bangchan kept your relationship a secret. You were a Slytherin, he was a Gryffindor, it was frowned upon a bit. You two secretly met in the evening. The two of you were cuddling naked in bed.
'What are you going to do after you graduate from university?'
Bangchan asked.
'I want to start a family, of course I also want to surprise the world with magic.'
Bangchan held you tighter.
"So you want to start a family, with who exactly?"
You turned around laughing and gave him a quick kiss on his nose.
'With you'
he started to blush, he covered his face with the blanket.
"Oh, so shy."
you pulled the blanket away from him and saw his red face.
'You look so cute.'
your face moved closer and kissed him again. You were about to pull away again when Bangchan pulled your face back again. He started leaving a line of kisses.
“Ohh, Bangchan. It's almost time for breakfast.'
“Mhm, shh.”
His kiss touched your stomach when you pushed him away.
"Come on, we really need to get dressed."
"If you say so, Princess Slytherin."
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You sat next to Haerin. In front of you were Lee Know and Yoongi. Haerin sat quietly looking at the floor.
"Psst, Haerin, what's wrong?"
"Actually, you're not as loud as usual." said Lee Know.
Yoongi punched his arm. Haerin remained silent.
"Whisper it in my ear if you want."
Haerin turned to the Ravenclaws' table and discreetly pointed at Hyunjin. He was sitting there talking and laughing with a girl.
'Ahh, now I understand. But hey, maybe they're friends?'
'But friends? Do you think?'
"Anyway, have you dared to talk to him yet?"
"Yes, once."
"Only one time pfff." Yoongi commented again.
'Hey, atleast we get bitches.'
Lee Know laughed full-throated.
"Yah, stop laughing!"
'I'm sorry dude, but its true.'
'I can have bitches, if I want to.'
'Yeah, tell that to the cat.'
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The four of you were walking one day when everyone around you looked at you strangely. Lee Know noticed it too.
"Am I hallucinating, or does everyone look that strange?"
"I noticed it too."
Everyone was staring at you. A group of Gryffindor girls gave you dirty looks. Lee Know and Yoogi saw it and stuck their tongues out at them.
'Look the other way!' Lee Know shouted.
'Yes, what is there to see perhaps?!' Yoongi screamed.
"Why do they all look at you so strangely, you haven't done anything wrong, have you?"
"I don't get it either Haerin."
'Just ignore.'
The four of you wanted to go upstairs when you heard a girl shout behind your back:
"Stick your tongue in another Gryffindor."
You froze. Lee Know and Yoongi were already getting ready to scold her. You pulled out your wand with a flash.
'Wingardium Leviosa'
you pointed your wand at the girl. She flew up. You stepped towards her with your wand still pointed at her.
'Depulso!'
she flew into a wall and fell down. (Don't be afraid, she wasn't dead) Many Gryffindors came running to her. They all looked at you in surprise, even your friends. Your friends were more proud. You didn't even understand why that girl was a Gryffindor, such a mean person.
You smiled and waved at her, who was still groaning in pain. You turned and skipped over to Haerin.
"Let's go upstairs."
you said happily. Your friends were stunned at what had just happened. They knew you were strong, but not that strong. They followed you with their mouths full of teeth.
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You sat at a desk in class. The news soon broke that Princess Slytherin had attacked someone, but who cares?'
"If we knew you could do something like that, we would tease you less."
Lee Know joked.
"Not me, to be honest." Yoongi added.
"I'm not proud of it, okay, but I have too much self-respect, okay?"
"We saw that."
'Good that you saw it. This way you know not to get on my nerves too much.'
'But that's my hobby!'
Lee Know was dramatic again, he put his hands over his eyes and started fake sobbing.
'You would rather call it a passion.' Yoongi said.
You turned around in your seat so that you were face to face with your learning book. Haerin was still talking to the boys, when Bangchan came inside. He was seated far away from you. You turned around and saw him avoiding eye contact, that's weird, he usually doesn't act like that. Snape came in and everyone in the class fell silent. He tried to teach using the skill of Occlumency. You immediately understood how to do it. Occlumency was the magic of closing one's mind against Legilimency. Your friends had some iussee's. Snape watched you quietly the entire lesson. Usually he frowns at you, but now his expression was a little friendlier. After class he called you over to him.
“Miss I/N, I need to talk to you.”
Your friends looked at you painfully.
'Good luck with it.'
they whispered. You turned slowly and walked towards him.
'Yes sir?'
"You sent a child flying towards the wall with great speed and force."
"Sir, I can explain."
"That child was groaning in pain."
"She deserved that."
you said under your breath.
"What did you say Miss I/N?"
'Nothing. You wouldn't have punished me, would you?'
"What you did was brutal and terrible."
'That's not true, sir. She verbally attacked me.”
'That is no excuse.'
"That's it sir, if I can't solve it by being kind, I have to be brutal."
"You're being ridiculous, you clearly can't handle anything right Miss I/N."
You remained silent.
'You will have to stay behind bars and you will write over old archives.'
you nodded, it wasn't that bad compared to what you had done.
"Out now."
You turned around and slowly walked out of the room, just to annoy him.
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"You have to write over old archives?"
Haerin said in surprise.
"Yep, that'll be so much fun."
you said sarcastic. You won't be able to meet up with Bangchan now, because you also have to stay late.
"I'm going to do something quick, okay?"
"We're going to the library, you'll find us there, the same corner as usual."
"Okay, I'll see you there."
You started looking for Bangchan. You walked through the halls and saw him walking there with his friends. A group of girls always chased him. He saw you coming towards him. He turned down another corridor.
"Huh?" you thought.
You went down the same hallway. He was leaning against the wall and talking to his friends. A girl tapped him on the shoulder, you could already see from here that she was flirting with him. You wanted to go to them, but something inside you stopped you. You watched the scene from a distance. She squeezed his arms and you could hear her joking. It annoyed you, but what annoyed you the most was that Bangchan was way too friendly with everyone. He didn't dare push those girls away from him. This scene lasted five minutes. For five whole minutes you watched someone flirt with your boyfriend. When the girls left he started talking to his friends again. He hadn't noticed you standing there at the end of the hallway. You had his bee in your hands. One of the books you borrowed from him. You raised your hand high and dropped the book. Bangchan looked your way. His eyes widened. You turned and walked away. Of course you weren't going to run away 'crying', but you wanted to. You heard fast footsteps. You quickly walked to the library and quietly padded over to the corner where your friends were sitting. They were sitting at a table reading a book. You crawled under the table and hid there.
“What are you doing Y/N?”
“Shh.”
They saw Bangchan open the library door. He looked up and saw your group of friends sitting there. He went up the stairs.
"Have you guys seen Y/N by any chance?"
They all looked at each other and shook their heads.
'No.'
"If you see her, can you tell me I'm looking for her?"
'No.'
'Yes of course.'
Haerin looked at Lee Know and Yoongi in surprise.
"I'll tell her."
'Thank you.' Bangchan said.
And he left again, he looked around for a while, but in the end he left again. Your friends looked under the table.
'Should we wait until you explain what happened or...?
'I do not wanna talk about it.'
You sat cross-legged under the table with your arm crossed.
"Are you at least going to come out from under the table?"
You quietly crawled out from under the table and sat next to Yoongi.
They all looked at you.
'Stop looking at me.'
"We're going to stop if you tell us what happened."
You stood up from the table.
'No. I do not wanna talk about it.'
You walked out with a quick step.
"I'll go after her." Haerin said. She stepped behind you.
“Y/N, wait!”
You walked a little slower, eventually starting to stroll.
"Tell me what happened."
You sighed and told what happened. You brought emotions in your explanation. Haerin accepted the hollow time.
"Bangchan is way too friendly to everyone, this is just not possible!"
"I see, but maybe you should talk to him."
'I do not want that.'
"It's hard to avoid him."
'It's not that difficult again.'
'Do you love him?'
"Here we go again, of course I love him."
"Isn't that already an argument for talking to him?"
"I'm going to wait for him to talk to me."
'Of course you can do that too.'
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You and Bangchan usually met in the evening, but this time you had to stay afterward. Of course he didn't know that and was a bit afraid that you wanted to break up with him or that something bad had happened. He waited for 30 minutes and still you didn't come. He went to Haerin's room and knocked hard on it. She opened the door, her hair a mess. She yawned.
'What do you want?'
“Do you know where Y/N is?”
"She had to stay after detention."
'Why?'
"Because of that Gryffindor incident."
Haerin wanted to close the door again, but he put his foot in between.
"Is she mad at me?"
'A little.'
'Do I have to worry?'
“It is Y/N after all, so I hope not.”
"Okay, okay, thanks."
His legs trembled a little, and some tears began to sting his eyes.
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You banged your head against the table, ten pages of the old archive. Ten pages, ten! You were so close, you had already done seven. Your hands were sore and sweaty because you were gripping your pen too hard. Your head hurt and you were tired. Snape watched from a distance and smiled. You gave him a side-eye. After a good 1 hour, you were finally done. You stood up and the chair fell back.
'I'm ready!'
Snape disapprovingly went to your table and grabbed the papers from your hands. He checked everything to see if you had written everything.
"You can go."
You yawned and strolled towards the door.
'Until next time.'
you said nonchalantly. You started to step upstairs tiredly. You walked past the dorms from the Gryffindors. Would you go to Bangchan's room? You returned and opened his room door. He was sleeping on his sofa. You saw that he was crying. His cheeks were full of leftover tears. You felt pain in your heart. You couldn't see him like that.
You lifted his sleeping head and kissed him on the lips. You heard him humming on your lips. You started to softly kiss him again, your tongue went inside his mouth. He was still sleeping.
“Bangchan, wake up.” you whispered in his ears.
'Hmmm?'
“Bangchan? It's me, Y/N.”
his eyes opened like a flash when he heard your name. He saw you standing in front of him. He pinched your cheeks to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
“Y/N… I am so sorry.”
“Shhh.” you put your index finger on his lips. You took his hand and led him to his bed. You pushed him onto his bed. You crawled over him and started kissing him. You pinned him down the mattress. It soon started to be a make-out session. You had quite an adventure in his mouth. Suddenly Bangchan grabbed you and pushed you onto the bed. This time he was above you. He started to go under your blouse. He left hickeys everywhere. He lifted your skirt, your panties sliding off easily. He came face to face with your pussy. He started to lick little stripes. Soon enough, he was making out with your clit. You could feel his tongue exploring your walls. His tongue felt good. Two of his fingers slid in. He started to finger you fast. Your back arched and you gasped. Your hands grabbed his hair, you played with his curls.
While he played with your clit with his tongue, he took off his pants and his underwear. He also started touching himself. Your moans made sure his cock was full with blood. It was hard as a rock. Bangchan crawled over you and positioned himself at your entrance. He slid in with a groan. This time he already started pumping into you with a fast rhythm. He pushed your knees against your stomach, so he can get more access. His strokes were fast. It got you rocking back and forth on the bed. One of his hands stroked your cheeks.
"So tight, baby." he groaned.
He started to thrust into you rough. You kinda liked it... *smirk* You felt you orgasm hit, your nails clinked into his back. You pushed towards him, to make it go faster.
'Keep doing that baby.'
'Just like that princess.'
Both of your orgasms hit you guys like bombs. You both fell onto the bed tiredly. His sweaty body lay on top of yours. His arms surrounded you. Your face was hidden in his chest. He covered both of you with a blanket. Your legs clamped down on his legs. His face looked at you. You gave him a long tongue kiss.
“I love you Y/N.”
'I love you to, baby.'
'Forgive me.'
You smiled.
'I think I already forgave you .'
You're both giggling.
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"Did you make up?"
Haerin asked.
'Yep, definitely.'
you smirked. Haerin looked at you with a smirk, she already knew exactly what was going on. But she is also your best friend, she knows everything too.
"Good morning ladies."
'Good morning gentlemen.'
"You know, remember when you told me I couldn't have bitches?"
'Yes...'
Suddenly, Yoongi put his arm around Haerin's shoulder. Haerin blushed and looked at the ground.
'No really?'
Haerin hid her face in Yoongi's arms.
'Disgusting shit.'
"Lee Know, if you ever find someone, you won't say the same."
He rolled his eyes. You moved closer to his ears and whispered softly.
"I know how much you watch Han, the Hufflepuff."
He immediately turned red.
"Hey, let's talk about something else, shall we?"
'Hello princess.'
you felt Bangchan's arms around your waist. He turned you around and kissed you softly.
'Disgusting shit.'
Said Lee Know under his breath. You put your arms around his neck and swayed.
"How have you been so far?"
"Good, good, it's better now."
'How come?'
His face came closer to yours.
'Because I feel your warmth.'
Your friends looked at each other as if they saw Snape in a princess dress.
#skz imagines#skz#skz x reader#stray kids#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#skz fluff#skz smut#stray kids fluff#skz scenarios#skz bangchan#bangchan x you#bang chan#christopher bang#straykids#changbin#han jisung#bangchan x reader#bangchan smut#stray kids bangchan#bangchan stray kids#stray kids smut#stray kids scenarios#stray kids fanfic#skz lee know x reader#lee know#han#bangchan x y/n#bangchan x female reader#skz stay
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writing tips masterpost
hello to my loyal tumblr followers... i am often asked to give writing advice but usually when people ask me this i'm nooooot completely sure what to say despite having a ton of advice to give. it's such a broad question when there are so many different things i can advise on, right? so i thought i'd make a sort of writing advice masterpost where i can compile the tips that i think people specifically in fandoms could benefit the most from hearing, OR that i wish someone had told me when i was still finding my footing as a writer.
hopefully this will be helpful to you. i am putting all of the advice under a read more since this is going to be a long one. let's roll!
✬ paragraph breaks are your friend
the fastest way to get me to stop reading a fic is if i click in and see that there are NO paragraphs made and the entire piece is in a huge block of text. no matter how good your work is, i just can't read it at that point. the giant paragraph makes me get lost, i can't focus on anything... it's a huge no.
the trick is you want your paragraphs to sort of act as a guide for your reader, taking them through the story, keeping them engaged. do not be afraid to do short paragraphs! i can understand wanting to shy away from one or two sentence paragraphs for fear of not having "enough substance" in your work, but the truth is, a thousand short paragraphs is ten times easier to read than a huge block of text.
realistically, you want to have a good amount of variety in your paragraph length. variety is key. readers will notice when your work gets formulaic, and some people will like that, but for others that can turn people away from your work. but don't force it! a paragraph should end at the end of a statement, or if the paragraph is getting too long then cut off the thought and continue in the next paragraph with a transitional phrase.
as a general rule of thumb, you want lines of dialogue by different speakers to be put in separate paragraphs. you also want to avoid doing huge chunks of narration or exposition in the same paragraph as you introduce a new speaker. just make a new paragraph! no big deal. i guarantee you your reader will be way more engaged and nobody is going to come at you for doing more rather than less.
✬ make sure the reader knows who is speaking and when
you don't have to end off every line of dialogue with "she said" and in fact i would really recommend you don't. but you ALWAYS need to have some kind of indication in the text as to who is speaking, otherwise the reader can get lost.
this doesn't necessarily mean that you always have to explicitly say who is saying what, though. if it is obvious in a scene who is saying something -- so for example, a scene where there are only two characters talking OR the dialogue has some kind of phrase, statement, etc that makes it obvious who the speaker is -- then in that case you can just let the dialogue speak for itself. sometimes in writing less can be more. you disrupt the flow of a scene if you start to exposit unnecessarily when the reader could reasonably work something out for themself.
✬ "said" is your friend too
related to the last piece of advice, here's another note: don't shy away from using the word "said".
don't overuse it, either. obviously, you don't want every single line to be "he says" "she says" back and forth, especially when they might be asking questions or shouting, in which case the word "said" probably isn't all that applicable at all. but it's a nice default. if you catch yourself busting out the thesaurus, my recommendation? quit it. just use said. it's not going to hurt you and the reader isn't going to mind.
but yeah, in the event that a character is raising their voice, whispering, inquiring -- there are tons of other words you can use in lieu of said and then an adverb. it's just context-dependent, and also, you don't really want to lean too far one way or another. like i said, variety is key. too much of the same breaks immersion.
✬ if you wouldn't say it yourself, probably don't use it in writing
another related tip. look, i get it. you want to spruce up your writing with synonyms. but the fact of the matter is that a lot of these words that "mean the same thing" on paper actually have wildly differing connotations and if you don't understand what those are you're going to look kind of silly whipping out a word you just found off the internet. we can usually tell, too.
your vocabulary will naturally grow and expand as you continue to read and learn. you don't have to try and force it to seem smarter in your writing. people who can write compelling prose and dialogue without throwing in fancy words they barely understand look a lot more intelligent than people who have a thesaurus at the ready 24/7.
✬ if there's a simpler way to say it, take it
this one can be sort of style-dependent, so if it's not your cup of tea then feel free to take or leave this tip, but in my opinion, taking a whole seven-line paragraph to describe a simple action wastes both your and the readers' time.
how many times have you read a fic where the main characters are having a conversation with these long rambling paragraphs between lines of dialogue? sometimes this makes sense! if you were writing a death note fic it would absolutely make sense for light or L to be pausing every few seconds to carefully analyse their opponent's move... but that's not always the case. sometimes characters are just making small talk.
i'm not saying you can't show off. you should show off where applicable. but there's a time and place. sometimes a scene benefits more from you taking the easy way to describe something and moving on. flowery language is great, but if you're meandering too much the reader will lose interest and attention.
✬ a metaphor is useless if nobody knows what it means
writing is subjective and highly personal. write for yourself first and foremost, and use the metaphors that feel right to you -- but the best metaphorical pieces, to me, are the ones that people can understand and identify with.
you've read a story like that, haven't you? with a reoccurring theme or motif that comes back into play at the end in a way that makes you feel so satisfied and complete? THAT'S what you aim for with literary devices like that. if you write a story that nobody can understand, with metaphors that just don't make any sense -- then you haven't really successfully told a good story, have you?
i understand wanting to have a magnum opus. i think it's easy to fall into the "misunderstood writer" mindset where you want your pieces to be so magnificent that only the likeminded will get it -- but writing is a form of communication. metaphor is just another means with which we can illustrate how we feel. you WANT your readers to understand what you're doing with the metaphors, you WANT the people who step away from your story to know what you were trying to say. you don't have to be obvious, just make it good. make it something that can be reasonably drawn from the text.
at the end of the day flowery language is just flowery language. that doesn't actually make your story good.
✬ grammar intermission
(.) period/full stop: used at the end of sentences. oftentimes not used at the end of sentences in dialogue, because lines of dialogue are considered a fragment of a larger sentence. use a period/full stop at the end of a line of dialogue if the dialogue is followed up by another complete sentence. example:
"i just went to the store," he said, scratching his head.
"i just went to the store." he scratched his head.
(,) comma: used in the middle or to separate different clauses (parts/sections) of sentences. used for incomplete clauses, AKA sections of the sentence that could not function as individual sentences. also used to indicate a slight pause. example:
she reached for the ripest banana, plucking it from the bunch.
a comma can also be replaced by a conjunction like "and" or "but". example:
she reached for the ripest banana and plucked it from the bunch.
(;) semi colon: used to separate different complete clauses in sentences, AKA sections of the sentence that are related but COULD function individually as their own sentences. example:
he sighed as he looked out the window; it had been so long since he stepped outside.
not to be confused with
(:) colon: used at the end of a line that leads into or introduces another line. example:
his fingers drummed restlessly against the window sill. it was finally happening: he was finally leaving this place.
(-) hyphen: used to connect compound words like three-years-old or hyphenated surnames like jones-smith.
(–) en dash: used to indicate ranges of time or distance, like 3–4 hours.
(—) em dash: a girl's best friend. slash j. but an em dash is used to indicate a few different things: an abrupt end to a thought or sentence, a "cut-in" where you interject something tangentially or unrelated before returning to the original thought, or a diversion in the sentence/thought. examples:
"no, listen, you don't understand—"
he scowled—an ugly look on his usually handsome features—and told her to be quiet.
it's not like she had wanted it to go that way—but when had it ever mattered what she wanted?
(()) parentheses: used to add additional context, information, or a semi-unrelated thought that would break the flow of an ongoing sentence without completely taking the reader out. example:
"no, i'm sorry. i just forgot to call you this morning," he said, looking away. (in truth, he'd sat by the phone for fifteen minutes trying to psyche himself into it, but hadn't been able to muster the courage.)
✬ show don't tell, and tell don't show
show don't tell is one of the classic pieces of writing advice that i do, often, think is correct -- but it's a little more nuanced than just never telling your readers what a character is thinking. you want the work to speak for itself without you implanting messages or themes into the reader's brain. at the same time though you don't want them to be doing too much work because it breaks immersion.
this ties into what i was saying above about simpler being better sometimes. you want to be concise especially in scenes that might call for it. a fight scene should be quick and snappy. no need to dig into the physical sensation of being enraged -- just say the character is pissed! but if a character is having a meltdown or panicking, you can get SO much more out of describing how that feels than just outright saying it.
✬ remember your perspective
another huge thing with show don't tell is that you don't want your character to be able to objectively say what everyone else is thinking and feeling -- unless that makes sense for them within the context of the story. really dig into it. DOES the character have a reason to know what their opponents, friends, etc are thinking? how well do they know the other characters? how attentive are they to the emotions of those around them?
it's better to focus on descriptions than labels in that case. say what face a character is making, describe their body language or tone. your character can have impressions, just make it clear that those ARE their impressions. and let your character be wrong! they do not have to be a completely objective source of information.
✬ when it comes to representation, if you aren't confident you can do it well, don't do it at all
i'm one of those people who's kind of of the opinion that white or cishet or otherwise systemically advantaged people have no place being the loudest voices in conversations about representation, least of all AS the representatives. if you are someone with systemic privilege and you choose to portray someone who is oppressed -- that's not necessarily a bad thing. but you need to be willing to do your research and have a sensitivity reader, and you have to be ready for people to say you did it wrong.
not much else to be said about that. your voice on the matter isn't actually all that important. there are people from the demographics involved who DO have stories to tell about themselves that will be MUCH more valuable than your perception of them, so it's honestly better to just let them tell it. that's how i feel.
✬ don't break the rules unless you know how to follow them. in other words, your rebellion should be obvious
a lot of times i see people breaking grammar or other rules and citing "stylistic" choices as their reasons why. which is all good and well, to an extent -- but you want it to be very clear that you ARE breaking the rules on purpose in a way that adds to the artistic merit of your piece.
if you don't know the rules, then it really just comes across like messy work. you both have to know how to apply the rules, and also how to break them in a stylistically significant way. if it doesn't make sense for the rules to be broken, if it says nothing... it's honestly better to just follow them. that's my take.
✬ don't be scared of names and pronouns
i said before that you want variety in your work, and that is very very true -- but it's also true that certain words like names, pronouns, etc will sort of blend into the background in writing. people don't notice them. that means if you're using a name or pronoun a lot in a scene to make it clear who exactly is being referred to...
hey. look into my eyes. breathe. it's okay. you do not have to resort to highlighting arbitrary characteristics of the characters. i know. just breathe. it's okay. use their names. they have them for a reason. it's all good.
this isn't to say that you SHOULDN'T do that, just do it when it makes sense to. if height is something the characters are noticing then use "the shorter boy". if age is relevant, eye colour, hair colour, whatever -- go ahead and use them. but don't be excessive with it. i should not be having to read the bluenette more than i'm reading shuichi's actual goddamn name.
✬ read
this is the huge one. reading other works informs your writing. it teaches you skills and tricks you can use. it helps expand your dialogue and your world view. it might even highlight to you things you do too much of in your own writing. read, all the time, whenever you can. it doesn't have to be books. it can be fanfic, articles, whatever -- just keep reading, because you will be passively absorbing knowledge during that time and it'll help you grow as a writer.
✬ practice
BOOOOOO TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO! SHE SAID THE THING SHE SAID IT!
but listen, it's literally just true. i write almost every day for at least a couple of hours and i have been on a trend of consistent growth for the past five years. go read my fics from 2019 if you don't believe me. i've grown fast and i've grown constantly. you just DO grow through constant practice, even if it doesn't always seem that way.
not only that, but you start to build confidence too. writing a lot helps develop those muscles to a point where you start to realise that you ARE that good and you DO have that dawg in you. or whatever. you just have to keep at it. you're not going to magically improve thinking for six months about how you want to be a better writer without practicing anything about it.
✬ yeah, betas are good
you want to have a good editor. i know that that can feel like having someone ELSE be the reason your piece is good, but that's genuinely not it. a beta reader is a second pair of eyes on your work, someone who can tell you about the issues and mistakes you're missing. they'll tell you when something doesn't make sense. they'll point out your punctuation errors. you don't NEED to have a good editor for every crummy little oneshot... but it's good to have one.
✬ numbers are fine and all but don't compare yourself to other people
i think almost everyone in some kind of creative pursuit wants to get some kind of acknowledgement for it. we want to be the best we can be, and it can be discouraging to receive utterly no validation along the way! i get it!!
just don't get caught up in crunching the numbers. you are not as good as your fanbase is. you alone know your skillset and you absolutely should not say "well this other writer got THIS much attention" because that'll just wear you down. it really will. external validation will only keep you going for so long, and you'll always end up needing more. you HAVE to build your own personal confidence first or you'll crash and burn.
✬ read your writing out loud
there is no quicker way to see if something is wonky in your prose than reading it out loud and seeing if it makes sense verbally. i highly recommend this to anybody who struggles with sentence flow. it's a good one.
✬ yippee hooray!
🥰 and that's what i've got for now. thank you if you made it this far, please take all these tips as you will, it is all subjective of course, these are just the tips that help Me the most when i sit down to write something.
please feel free to ask me for additional advice (on specific topics if you could!) at any time, i love encouraging new writers and i am passionate about writing so i will gladly offer support in any way i can, including beta reading works for anybody who might need that.
take care now 💖
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𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐅 || 𝐁.𝐊
ik this isn’t a request but I thought of it because I was wearing my red scarf and it seems like a bill thing to do😞💔 I am still working on a requests yall don’t worry
!2003 bill x !gn reader
!2007 bill later on
Bill’s POV
Year: 2003
Location: Leipzig Germany
Month: December
“Hey bill!” Y/N said while sitting next to me. “Oh hey!” I smiled. I had a crush on Y/N for a while but I was afraid to tell them. “Wanna play in the snow later after school?!” Y/N smiled and i nodded quickly. “Of course! Can the others come too?” I smiled widely and Y/N nodded. “Yeah of course, the more the merrier!” Y/N giggled and we both laughed for a bit and then payed attention to class.
Y/N’s POV
“Ma! Can I go play with Bill and the others for a bit?” I asked while running downstairs with my outfit already ready. “Okay but remember we have to be up early tomorrow.” She yelled from the kitchen and I nodded and ran outside. I ran to Bill’s house and saw them all playing outside. “Hi guys!” I smiled and they all looked at me. “Hey! We were wondering if you could make it.” Bill smiled while hugging me and I chuckled. “Of course I could make it.” I giggled and went to play with them.
“Ouch! Tom!” I felt a snowball go directly on my face. “Oopies I guess?” He shrugged his shoulders and I threw a snowball at him. “Hey!” He shouted while wiping his face. “That’s what you get!” I say while running and he starts to run after me with a grin on his face. I kept running but I felt someone grab me and pick me up a bit. “Hey!” I said while kicking my feet but I saw it was georg. “Stop it you two. Let’s all just have some fun!” Georg chuckled and put me down.
“Come on guys, let’s make a snow angel!” I smiled and jumped on my back into the snow. Bill jumped next to me and looked at me while giggling and we both looked at enough and then I got an idea. “Let’s take a photo with our snow angels side by side with our name!” I say while getting up a putting my name next to my snow angel and bill did the same. Bill ran inside to grab his camera and came back out and took a picture.
We all giggled and then I heard my mom yelling for me. “Y/N! Y/N! It’s time to come back now!” My mom yelled and I yelled okay and then looked at the others. “I have to go guys.” I pouted and they all sighed. “Aww..will you come back tomorrow?” Bill asked and I froze when he asked that question. I was about to answer but my mom yelled my name again and I got up. “I’m sorry guys! I gotta go! Goodbye!” I ran away while waving and they waved back.
Third persons POV
“Wait..did they just say goodbye?” Bill’seyes widen and looked at the others. “Goodbye means when they are leaving leaving..” He said with fear in his voice. “They probably didn’t mean it.” Gustav reassured and Georg agreed. “But..they can’t leave, I still haven’t told them how I felt yet.” Bill said and Tom hugged him. “Its okay..we are pretty sure they meant bye. They would’ve told us if they were leaving leaving.”
One day later
“Come on Y/N, the truck is about to leave!” Y/N’s mom yelled while putting the last of our boxes in the truck. “Wait a moment ma, just please!” Y/N said while running to Bill and Tom’s house. Y/N knocked on the door loudly and started to get impatient when no one opened it. Y/N knocked about twice and then saw Bill opening the door while yawning and rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked and Y/N hugged him. “I’m moving to the USA, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys sooner!” Y/N said and Bill’s sleepy eyes now turned into widen one’s. “What?” He said surprised. “I don’t have much time before I leave, I’m sorry!” Y/N say in a hurry and was about to leave but bill stopped them. “Wait! Please! Have this scarf..so you don’t forget me.” He said while running in the house real quick and came back with a red scarf. “Take it, please!” He begged and Y/N smiled softly and took it. “Thank you.. I’ll keep it forever.” Y/N said while putting it on. “Y/N!!” Y/N mom yelled and Y/N started to fidget with their hands. “I-I have to go!” Y/N said while looking at their mom and then him.
“Wait! Y/N I like you!” Bill said and Y/N looked at him shocked. “W-What?!” Y/N said shocked not being able to process everything right now and then Bill kissed them and pulled away. “I know it’s all of a sudden but I do, please don’t forget me! Please, remember me!” Bill say while smiling sadly and then Y/N smiled back and was about to say something but heard the truck honking. “Goodbye Bill!” Y/N said while running and Bill held his hand out for them but retreated it. “Goodbye..” He said while looking down and then back up to watch Y/N leave.
Y/N got in the car and it was passing Bill’s house, he was still standing there while waving at them. Y/N rolled down the window and waved at him. “Goodbye Bill! Please don’t forget me!” Y/N yelled and he shouted back. “I won’t! Please don’t forget me either! And don’t forget what I said! Promise me in the future we will be together!” He yelled. “I promise!!” Y/N said and then put their head back inside the car and then leaned back in the seat and softly started to cry. “Will I ever see him again?” Y/N thought while wiping their tears.
Bills POV
Year: 2007
Location: Leipzig Germany
Month: August
It’s been four years since I last seen Y/N. It’s now 2007. I remember what I told them, and I’ve been thinking about it everyday. Will I ever see them again? Will they ever appear? I thought about it, not giving up on the love of my life.
“Bill, come on. We are about to start.” Tom said snapping me out of my thoughts and I nodded. I went out of the dressing room and walked up on stage. Everyone started screaming when we came onstage and I smiled. “Hello everyone!” I yelled in the mic and everyone started screaming. “Let’s make this concert a great one!!” I yelled in German and everyone yelled along.
Y/N’s POV
I was waiting outside the venue, to see one of my favorite bands, tokio hotel. I was with my best friend and we were waiting patiently. “I can’t believe we are seeing them in person!” My friend smiled and i nodded while grinning. “I know right! I bet they look even better up close. Since we do have front row tickets.” I said and she nodded. After about 30 minutes the venue opened and we handed the person in front our tickets and we ran inside. It was crowded and we made our way to the front. A perfect view anyone would wanna see.
“I can’t believe this is happening!” My friend said while jumping up and down and i chuckled. “Me either! I hope they play my favorite album!” I smiled and then everyone started screaming and I looked on stage and there they were. They were here. I looked directly at Bill and he started talking. “Hello everyone!” He yelled in the mic and I cheered. “Lets make this concert a great one!!” He yelled once again and everyone yelled long with him. They started to play schrei and everyone screamed. We all sung along to the song and Bill started to look in the crowd while smiling. He then looked in the front row and our eyes met. His eyes widen and I was confused but I continued to cheer.
“Alright guys, this next song we will bring someone up to the stage!” Bill said and everyone cheered. Bill looked into the crowd once again and then looked at me. “You.” He pointed at me while smiling and my best friend jumped up and down. “Go! You got this!” She said and I smiled and Bill held his hand out to me. The security helped me get on the stage and I successfully got up there. “What’s your name?” He asked while looking into my eyes with those beautiful brown eyes. “Y/N!” I smiled and he smiled at me. “Let’s give it up for Y/N!” He yelled and everyone started cheering. They started to play [F/A/N] and I got excited. They put on my favorite song from the album and I was singing along with Bill the whole time.
It was the last song by now and the concert was coming to an end and I was about to get off the stage but bill grabbed me. “Can I talk to you for a second?” He asked and I looked at my best friend and she gave me a thumbs up and walked away but I saw her getting stopped by Tom. I chuckled at her and looked at bill. “Yea of course, what’s up?” I said and he took me backstage.
“Look I know this sounds crazy but is your last name [L/N]?” He asked and my eyes widen. “Um yes why?” I said nervously and his eyes soften. “Do you really not remember me?” He said in a soft voice and i raised a brow and then started to think. “I give you a red scarf when we were little..before you moved away. and then I confessed my feelings to you..” Bill said softly and I thought for a second and then my eyes widen.
“Oh my god, Billy!” I said and hugged him. He chuckled and grabbed my chin. “Did you forget our promise too?” Bill smiled and I got a bit shy. “No..I didn’t..since I got reminded..” I smiled and he chuckled. “So? What do you think?” He said while wiggling his brows and I giggled. “I think we can start dating..” I smiled and he smiled widely. “I’ve been waiting for years my gosh, I thought you would forget me forever. Also, I thought you were going to the US?” He said and i chuckled and snatched my head.
“Well, I moved back because my mom got fired from her job..since her old job moved there and we had to move. So we came back to Germany.” I said and he nodded. “Then..that means I get to stay with you..forever.” Bill grinned and I nodded. We hugged and then I heard my phone ringing. “Hold on. Hello ma?” I said and pulled away from the hug and answered the phone. “Umm I’ll come home in a few..” I said and then I sighed. “Okay okay I’m on my way now.” I hung up and looked at bill with a sad expression.
“I know we both just reunited but I have to go. Here, I’ll give you my number.” I said and grabbing a piece of paper and writing my number on it and giving it to him smiling. “It was nice seeing you after years. You have no idea how much I missed you.” Bill smiled and i smiled back at him. “I’ll get going mkay?” I said and Bill nodded. “I’ll walk you, I don’t want my liebe to be hurt.” He smiled and I chuckled.
[F/A/N] = Favorite album name
hehe this took me only a few days to write
getting back to requests though!!
taglist😘: @bored0writer @saumspam @ilovebill-and-gustav @billybabeskaulitz
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That tied up eunha ask is a good smut idea tho.. can you try to make it i to a full noncon smut, please
Unexpected Gift
Eunha x M! Reader
Quickie, Requested
1.2k words
"What a tiring day," I said as I opened the door. When I put the key in the lock, I found that the door had already been opened. I was afraid of a thief in my house, so I walked into the house slowly. I looked around my living room. It was still so tidy and it didn’t look like someone had broken into it. I carefully observed every corner of my house and found nothing strange. The strangest thing was only my door was left ajar because I remembered that I closed my room before going out.
I quietly approached my ajar door and looked in through the crack. I can see a pair of feet on my bed through the crack. I was very curious and scared at the same time who would show up at my house and lie on my bed at this time. Finally, I mustered up the courage to open my door. Stepping into the room, I saw a hot girl lying unconscious on my bed with her hands tied behind her back.
“Damn it, why would a girl with such a hot body be kidnapped to my house?” I said in my heart. I approached the unconscious girl and wanted to know how she got here. I stood beside the bed and was attracted by her hot figure. When I slowly looked from her body to her face, I only realized that she was Eunha from Viviz. After I saw her hot body, I instantly had a lot of obscene thoughts and wanted to try them on Eunha one by one although I knew she was an innocent idol. She has an innocent, cute, and beautiful face, but she has a hot and sexy pear-shaped figure. This is enough to make my pants form a bulge just by looking at her. My eyes kept wandering over her face and her figure. I suddenly saw a note next to her.
The note says: "Bro, this is a gift I prepared for you. You can enjoy her any way you want." Suddenly, Eunha let out some noise. She's awake. She was shocked to be in a strange room instead of her dormitory. I quickly comforted her and told her not to be afraid. However, she was still scared and started shouting, hoping I would let her go. Her shouts and frightened look turned me on for some reason. Thinking of that note, I took off my pants regardless of anything and exposed my already erect cock.
"Eunha, I fap to your fancam every time. Finally, I don’t have to fap today." I stroked my cock and said to her. She didn't understand what I meant. "Stay away from me, you fucking pervert !" She shouted it to me and kept backing away in fear. I don't care what she says, I just grab her feet and pull her towards me. I took off her panties and inserted my cock into her pussy. Her pussy was so dry and tight because I didn't do any foreplay. When I put it in, I couldn't get it all the way in. I can only slowly try to push it to the deep inside. "No.... please no... It is so pain." Eunha begged me not to continue. "Are you still a virgin? Your pussy is so fucking tight." Her pussy was so tightly wrapped around my cock that I couldn't easily push it all the way inside. After many attempts, I finally pushed my cock to the deepest point.
"Ah no...... Please let me go... I am still a virgin." Eunha kept begging me not to fuck her.
"No Eunha, you cant go. My favorite thing is to fuck a virgin. I will make a virgin like you become my sex doll from now on." I grabbed her waist and thrust into her slowly, and her pussy began to get wet under my several slow thrusts. Feeling that her vagina was already wet, I also increased my speed. She couldn't resist as her hands were tied behind her back. All she could do was moan. Hearing her moans made me even more aroused, and my hands changed from grabbing her waist to playing with her breasts. Her breasts are really unexpectedly big and soft. My hands keep groping her big breast.
"Ah,,,, stop... I feel like something gonna come out from my vagina." Eunha felt as if she had hit her climax. I kept thrusting her pussy until she squirted. As soon as I felt her coming, I took my cock out. Her squirt erupted like she was peeing. My bed was soaked with her juices and she even squirted onto my legs. Her first squirt left her very tired and her body was twitching hard. I lay between her legs and licked her just squirted pussy. I licked her juices clean, and her taste was as bitter and sweet as wine.
After finished licking her pussy, I thrust back my dick into her soaked pussy. Her soaked pussy feels better than before. Her fluids coat my cock, they are the lubricant that allows me to freely thrust into Eunha's pussy. Because I didn't have to worry about not being able to penetrate deep, I tore her clothes open and exposed her big breasts in front of me. I haven't started teasing her nipples yet, but they are already completely hard. I lay on top of her, enjoying her soft breasts and licking her hard nipples.
"Ah..... no! Stop please, I am so sensitive right now." Eunha said and her body kept moving as if she was very tickled by my teasing. My upper body was enjoying her breasts, while my lower body was continuing to penetrate her pussy.
"Eunha, you are so good. I am cumming soon. I want you to bear my baby." I said it and kept increasing my speed to burst out my load quickly. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. She didn't want to get pregnant by a rapist. She still couldn't resist, even though she was extremely reluctant, she could only cry silently. I didn't see her tears because my mind was just thinking about cumming her. I hold her waist and fucking her faster. Her breasts swayed very much along with my speed. Those shaking breasts became the key to my ejaculation. I cum all my hot semen into Eunha's pussy.
"It's so damn good!" I pulled my cock out and watched my cum flow out of Eunha's pussy. "Are you enough? If so, let me go." Eunha said with a cry. "It's not enough for sure. One creampie is not enough for you to bear my child." I said greedily then started the second thrusting. That night, I creampied Eunha four times. Her pussy was now like a cream bun and was leaking lots of my hot cum.
Since that time, I have rushed home after work every day. Just so I could play with my sex doll. After I creampied her four times, I didn't let her go but continued to tie her up in my house. I was very happy to fuck her every time, but at the same time, she was very reluctant to let me fuck her. Even so, I will be even more aroused by her resistance I used her different parts every day, but eventually, I would cum in her. She has been trained by me and she has gone from resisting to being numb now. It was like she had turned into a doll, letting me play with and fuck her. I am very grateful to my friend for allowing me such a wonderful gift.
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okok so idk it’s nothing special really but i don’t think i’ve ever actually read something like that and i've been sort of searching for it for some time because i personally struggle with it and well, it’s annoying 👼 but anyway, my request is a one shot or even just a shorter blurb, whatever you feel okay with where H and the reader get into a fight for the first time really, they were always solving their problems by communication and always managed to not get into proper fights. but well it can’t last forever, right? so they get into actually heated fight and harry properly raises his voice at her and there the whole thing is, Y/N is sort of hypersensitive and whenever someone screams at her or even just scolds her, she cries and she can’t stop it nor control it, thinks it’s pathetic and is always ashamed or crying like a baby and not being able to scream back or remain calm. so she tears up and she’s telling him to ignore it and starts apologizing for acting like that and he sort of doesn’t know what to do because he’s really worked up and doesn’t think straight but he also feels extremely guilty. so maybe he like tries to go away and escape this but shortly comes back to comfort her or something like that? i dunno if it’s something you’d be up to writing, it’s totally fine if you don’t feel like it but yup, there goes my a bit of an angsty request!
“You are so fucking ridiculous. I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”
“Like what? Rightfully curious? Justly upset?”
“No…hysterical.”
You rear back, lashes fluttering as you stare at the aggravated British man across from you. “Wow. That’s what I am, huh? Hysterical?”
“Yes,” he says simply, unphased by the line he just crossed. “Yes, you’re being hysterical. And I can’t talk to a hysterical woman.”
You can feel the pressure against your chest as your throat begins to burn from the tears you know are coming.
But you straighten your shoulders and feign indifference. “Maybe I wouldn’t be so hysterical if you would just talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” he seethes for a second time. “We had lunch. That was it.”
“And I said that’s fine, but you didn’t have to lie about it—”
“I didn’t fucking lie, I—” His hands find his hair, fingers yanking at the roots as his teeth grit together. “For fuck’s sake. I don’t need to explain my choices to you—”
“Oh, yes you fucking do,” you argue, taking a step closer. “If you want to be in this relationship, you need to communicate with me—”
“I did fucking communicate. I told you I was going to lunch—”
“With Alex. You did not mention Samantha—”
“So fucking what? What does it matter if she was there?”
Your jaw just about drops. “It matters because she was a huge part of your past, and having lunch with her makes me think—”
“Makes you think what, huh?” he suddenly bellows as he moves closer to you as well. “What? That I was gonna fuck her right there on the table?”
There’s a fire in his eyes you’ve never seen before. A rage in his voice, in his stance, in his expression that you’re unfamiliar with.
This Harry…is not your Harry.
Your Harry would calmly explain the miscommunication and then ask if you wanted to bake some brownies together.
This Harry looks like he wants to walk out of your life.
And into hers.
“You think I went there to cheat on you?” he continues, taking another step. And with each additional step, his volume rises. “Think I went there to beg her to take me back? To embarrass you? To throw all the progress you and I have made away?”
“Har…” you murmur, hands raising as if to tame him.
Or perhaps to keep him away.
He doesn’t notice. Nor does he notice the subtle shake in your request as he continues stalking toward you.
“Is that what you’re so fucking afraid of? You don’t trust me?” he just about shouts. “What? I need to be more communicative, but you don’t have to fucking trust me? What kind of fucking relationship is that—”
You don’t know how it happened. Don’t know when the tears that had been crawling up your throat slipped from your eyes and began pouring down your cheeks. You don’t know why you’ve suddenly been reduced to a puddle of quivering breaths and anxious glances but suddenly, that’s all you know.
Harry slows to a stop, focus flicking across your face as if assessing you. “What…what’s happening—”
You swallow a hiccup and quickly wave your hand through the air, as if to dismiss his comment. “Nothing. Nothing, sorry—fuck. Sorry, I’m fine, I’m—”
“Why are you…crying?” he asks, lowering his voice back to his normal register as takes one more step.
You roll your eyes, annoyed with yourself as you swipe your knuckles across your wet cheeks and huff, “I just…I cry when I’m…listen, I’m fine. I just…I know you didn’t go there to…cheat, I just—”
“Your hands are shaking,” he interrupts, rather matter-of-factly, his eyes downcast toward your arms.
You glance down as well. “Yeah, that…happens. Look, I didn’t mean to make you mad—”
“Why are your hands shaking?”
You swallow again. “’Cause…I don’t do well. With confrontation.”
He looks back up. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I don’t know. Childhood trauma, I guess. I just…I cry,” you admit, rather sheepishly as you once again try to dry the tears still dancing down your chin. “But I’m fine. Sorry. I wasn’t…I know I shouldn’t’ve—”
“Did I make you cry?” he asks now, eyebrows raised.
Again, you wave him away. “No. No, not…not you. I just…when people yell at me, I—”
“Was I yelling at you?”
Your expression softens at the absolute confusion on his face. “I mean…I don’t think you meant to, but…you did get pretty loud.”
He leans back, almost as if you’d slapped him. “Firefly, I didn’t…I didn’t realize. I…I just…I don’t know…”
“I know,” you offer gently, attempting to reach for him but he’s quick to pull himself back, terrified to have you close. “Har. Don’t do that, it’s fine—”
“I yelled at you,” he mumbles, like he can’t believe it. “I don’t…we don’t yell.”
“I know, but you were…you were angry—”
“Are you defending me?” he interrupts, seemingly aghast. “Firefly, I fucking yelled at you. I scared you, I made you cry. That’s not something to defend—”
“I always cry,” you retort, smiling to lighten the mood but are instead met with a frown. “Harry, it’s fine. Look…I shouldn’t have gotten so upset about the lunch, I just…look people talk. Twitter talks, I thought…they seemed pretty sure it was a different kind of lunch, so…I assumed. And I’m sorry.”
He studies you for a moment, eyes flicking between yours before he sighs and takes a hesitant step forward.
He takes your face between his hands and swipes his thumbs through the tears. “Believe me, you have nothing…to worry about. Samantha was and still is the biggest bitch I’ve ever met. I was supposed to meet Alex. But he fucking set up the lunch with her because she asked him to.”
“Oh,” you whisper, now feeling a tad guilty. “Damn, yeah. She is a bitch.”
“Yeah. I mean, more power to her but…like a text would have sufficed, you know? I can just as easily tell her to fuck off over the phone.”
You smirk. “I do trust you. I promise I do. I shouldn’t have assumed, I just…I would hate losing you.”
“God, Firefly, you would never,” he breathes, dipping down to press his forehead to yours as his eyes flutter shut. “Never fucking lose me. It would kill me if you left. You are it for me, do you understand? You are it. I’m never fucking letting you go. I’d lock you in my basement before I let you go.”
You laugh and playfully swat at his chest. “Ha. Ha.”
He smiles and leans back to see you once more. “Please believe me. She means nothing to me. Hell, even Alex means nothing to me now. Just you. Only you. Always.”
You take hold of his wrists and squeeze, heart bursting with adoration for the beautiful man before you. “I believe you.”
“And I promise never…to raise my voice at you again.”
“Hey, listen…I don’t mind a good yelling match as long as I get a few hits in.”
“Oh, is that right?”
“That’s right.”
He grins and surges forward to kiss you.
Hard.
“Good. Now…let’s go make some brownies.”
Thank you so much for the request, I hope it could somewhat fulfill your expectations! It was so fun to write, I’m so grateful you sent it 😭💞
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just gotta i am in-love with your writings and Hedwig, i need more moments with hedwiggggg 💜 idbeixn
[You were right on time, I just finished this one hehe]
Young Love
Female!yandere OC x reader
Summary: Hedwig finds you hurt and afraid in the school's basement and she's determined to punish the ones who's hurt you
Warnings: obsessive love, mentions of arson and corpses, hitmen, abuse, bullying
Word count: 2.4k
She always freaks out when she can’t find you — especially in school. She’s not oblivious, she knows how people are treating you when she’s not around. And she despises it. She could never have guessed how horrible the students were when you were alone if she hadn’t caught one of them pushing you one day. It made her confused. They’re always sweet and polite to your face when she’s there … but this only shows how jealous the others are of you. It makes her sick to her stomach and reassures her that you are the only one who is real. Everyone else are two-faced snakes … you’re not. You’re an angel. You’re nice to everything and everyone. And this is why she’s terrified of when you disappear from her reach … especially in school.
“Y/N?” she asks, turning the corner. “Where did you go?”
She picks up her phone and calls you. She waits impatiently until the beeps disappears and you finally pick up.
“Y/N, where did you go?” she asks quickly. “I went to the vending machine and when I came back you were gone! You promised to stay on that bench-”
“I did stay …”, you whisper in a tone she hates.
“Are you crying? What happened? Where are you?”
“The basement stairs.”
Hedwig hangs up and runs. Her heart is pounding hard in her chest. She clutches the juice packet in her hand and her designer purse in the other. The corridors are cluttered with students, but they move aside for Hedwig. Everyone is kissing her ass in one way or another. They make her sick.
Hedwig reaches the basement stairs, seeing you curled up in a ball in the darkness right by the closed basement door. She runs down the stairs and sinks down in front of you. Your school uniform is ruffled up and your eyes are red with tears.
“What happened, sweetheart?” Hedwig pants and grabs your arms. “Tell me, please.”
You sob and meet her hazel eyes. Hedwig pulls you close and hides your face into her shoulder. Your form is shaking in her arms and she is close to freaking out.
“Y/N, please tell me what happened”, Hedwig pleads helplessly. “I need to know why you’re upset. I want to help you.”
You pull away and wipe your tears with a shaking hand. Hedwig follows your every movement impatiently. She bites her lip to prevent shouting at you.
“I did stay”, you say quickly. “I didn’t leave-”
“I know, I know, okay?” Hedwig cuts you off, rubbing your shoulder. “I trust you. Just tell me what happened.”
“When you had left … some students walked up to me and started pushing and shoving me. I stayed on the bench … until they managed to push me off. They dragged me here and … and …” Your voice dies out.
Hedwig hasn’t realized that she’s holding her breath. Her heart is pounding against her ribs. What did they do to you?
“And?” she asks carefully. “What did they do?”
You pull up your white shirt, exposing your stomach. Red, swollen skin that will most likely turn into a big, nasty bruise gets exposed. Hedwig can’t believe her eyes. How can someone be so cruel to hurt someone as angelic as you? It’s unthinkable. It’s … criminal.
“They hurt you …”, she whispers, but she can’t believe it.
“They kicked me”, you sniffle and start to shake even more when reliving the memories in your head. “And they ripped my hair … I’m scared to see if there are bald spots now …”
Hedwig hurries to sit on her knees and straighten her back. Gently, she searches through your scalp. She can’t find any bald spots, but there’s a few drops of blood and irritated skin.
“I shouldn’t have left you alone”, Hedwig says sadly. “I should have brought you with me. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted these horrible people. Darling, I can’t let you stay here anymore. We’re going home. I’m going to call my chauffeur.”
She fishes up her phone and makes the angriest call she’s ever done. The chauffeur tells her that he’s going to be there in fifteen minutes. You’re not in the shape to move and he promises to carry you out to the car. Hedwig hangs up and turns to you. You look so empty. Hedwig wants to cry, but she has to stay strong for you.
She pulls out the juice carton and takes out the straw from the little plastic bag. She presses it into the cardboard box and holds it to you.
“Here you go, sweetheart”, she says softly. “Sip on this while we wait, okay?”
You nod slightly and lock your lips around the straw. Hedwig sighs and caresses your hair.
“Good girl/boy”, she says softly. “EVerything is going to be okay, alright? I’m going to fix this.”
“If people really have a problem with me being with you … then maybe-”
“No, don’t finish that sentence. They’re jealous. We’re perfect for each other. Don’t let them ruin our special connection. Just drink your apple juice and let me take care of this. Trust me, darling.”
You nod carefully and sip on your juice. Hedwig can’t help but think that you look like a lost, little child.
The chauffeur comes a while later, walking down the stairs to the basement door.
“Finally!” Hedwig breathes out and stands up. “Please pick them up so we can leave as quickly as possible.”
You groan as the man picks you up in his arms. Hedwig watches worriedly. She follows the man out to the car where you’re allowed to lay down in the backseat. Your head is resting in Hedwig’s lap as she caresses your cheeks, looking down at you the entire time with a comforting smile.
You come home to her mansion and the chauffeur carries you up to Hedwig’s room. She helps you get out of your school uniform and into your pajamas. She hates to hear your whimpering and moaning as she wiggles you out of your clothes.
“I know it hurts, but you’ll get to rest soon, my dear”, Hedwig apologizes.
Your stomach looks worse now. Hedwig clenches her jaw and makes a silent promise that she’s going to get her revenge.
“There we go”, she says gently and fixes your hair. “Now you’re in your pajamas and you’re now safe. Why don’t you take a nap? I will be here all the time. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
You nod slightly. Hedwig tucks you in your bed and gives your lips a kiss. You sob against her lips which makes her kiss you again. Hedwig sits with you until you fall asleep, stroking your hair softly. In her head, she’s plotting her revenge bit for bit. As soon as she’s sure you’re asleep, she stands up and grabs her phone. There’s a hidden phone number in the bottom of her list — a contact that only she has. She puts the phone to her ear.
“I need you to come here right now”, she tells the person on the other side of the line. “Well, I’ll pay you double — triple — whatever the person who you’re working for right now if you drop that mission. Thank you.” Hedwig hangs up and lifts your hand, kissing the back of it. “Don’t be scared, my love. I love you so much.”
She invites the older man into her room when he arrives to the mansion.
“You’re bloody”, Hedwig mutters.
“You did just interrupt me on a mission”, the older man answers. “What do you need, miss Hedwig?”
“A few immature kids kicked my boyfriend/girlfriend. They need to be taught a lesson.”
“I understand. I know you’re very fond of Y/N. So-”
A noise from the bed makes Hedwig hush the man and turn her head towards you. You’re shooting up in a sitting position, clutching your hand over your hurt stomach with wide, frantic eyes that start to fill with tears. Hedwig hurries over to you and hugs your head down into her shoulder. You’re hyperventilating into her warm neck.
“It’s okay, it’s okay”, she hushes and strokes your hair. “You’re safe, everything is fine, my dear. It was just a nightmare.”
“H-Hedwig”, you sob and pull her closer.
Hedwig has to blink away the tears that form in her eyes. Oh, she hates to hear you cry. She knows that you’re in pain and how afraid you are.
“Who’s that?” you whisper and turn your red eyes to the bloody man.
“Uh … he’s just a friend of my dad’s”, Hedwig lies. “He needed a place to stay for a little while. Don’t worry about him, he’s not hurt.” She turns her head to the man. “You’re not hurt, are you?”
The man smiles. “Not at all, Y/N, I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“You need to sleep and rest your stomach”, Hedwig says and gently pushes you down on your back. “Let’s go back to sleep.”
Hedwig sits with you, holding your hand.
“I don’t want to go back to school again”, you whisper and sniffle.
“Everything will be resolved by monday”, Hedwig smiles and wipes your tears. “This will never happen again. People will treat you with respect from now on. I’ll ask dad if he can put us into another school — a better school — where you won’t be treated badly anymore by jealous nobodies. If we’re lucky, we’ll be around people who already have what they want and won’t need to suck up to me.”
“Like … a private school?”
“I know a lot of my friends who go to one special school. I’ll see if I can get dad to put us there. My friends will help me protect you.”
“I won’t be able to pay that tuition.”
“Don’t be silly, Y/N, I’ll pay for you. But either way, I’m not sure we’ll get in. My dad is as stubborn as a mule and won’t let me off easy. But don’t worry about that. I will fix it. Just focus on resting.”
You nod carefully and close your eyes. Hedwig strokes the back of your hand while watching you sleep.
“Those kids are going to pay”, she growls without turning her eyes away from your peaceful sleeping form.
“The normal scare then, miss Hedwig?” the man asks.
“No … no, I want you to kill them.”
“Are you sure?”
She turns her head to the man. “I want you to do your utter worst, you hear me? I want those kids gone for good. It doesn’t matter how much it’ll cost me, I’ll pay whatever.”
The man sighs, nodding. “Every person needs a girlfriend like you, Hedwig. Someone that really stands up for them. Young love really is wonderful. Alright, I’ll do it for you. I just need to know who they are.”
“I don’t know yet, but I’ll send the names and pictures as soon as I get them.”
“Okay, sounds good. I’ll get going now.”
Hedwig nods. He leaves the room and she lies down beside you, hugging you close. When you wake up again, she questions you about the people who hurt you and has you point them out in the school catalogue. She memorizes the names and secretly sends them to the hitman along with their pictures.
That evening when you’ve fallen asleep, Hedwig gets out of bed and walks through the entire house to get to her parents bedroom. Mom is in the shower and dad is in bed, reading through his email.
“Dad”, she says. “I need to talk to you.”
“What is it, princess?” dad asks without looking up from his computer.
“I want you to put me and Y/N into that private school my friends go to. I’m sick of people treating Y/N like dirt. They don’t deserve that.”
“And you think it’d be different at a private school?” Dad raises an eyebrow and looks at her. “Y/N is neither rich nor famous, you don’t think that will create them into a target at a place like that?”
“Me and my friends would take care of them.”
“Do you really think that’s what Y/N wants? They will feel out of place and it’ll probably only worsen the situation you’re in.”
Hedwig scoffs. “I can’t let them stay in that horrible, horrible school! Why are you making me go to a public school in the first place? People are awful to each other!”
“Because that’s how people are, sweetpea. I wanted you to face how normal people have it before you go out into the real world. I won’t let you — or Y/N — transfer to a private school. It’s your last year, you’re graduating soon. Changing schools now will only be annoying for both you and the teachers. If you want, I could talk to the school about whatever’s happened-”
“No. I’ve already taken care of it.”
“Well then there’s no problem! I don’t understand why we’re arguing. Go to sleep now, Hedwig.”
Hedwig sighs and turns around to walk back to your room. She’s comforting herself with the thought of your so called bullies getting what they deserve … even if you and Hedwig won’t get what you deserve. She crawls back under the covers with you, hugging you close. She imagines the bullies houses’ burning, them being trapped inside with all the smoke, having nowhere to go. Hedwig smiles and closes her eyes.
When Monday comes around, you’re hesitant to go to school. Hedwig holds your hand as you walk through the gates.
“Hedwig, I don’t feel well”, you say and stop in your tracks. “I think I’m sick.”
“I wish we could stay at home, my dear”, Hedwig sighs. “But we’re already in trouble for ditching school last friday. We have to go now. Too much absence means that we won’t graduate, remember?”
You look down at your feet.
“Y/N, I can assure you that the people who hurt you won’t be here”, she says comfortingly. “I’m positive.”
“How?” you question.
Because she got a picture of their corpses.
“Because I took care of it!” she smiles happily and takes a better grip on your hand. “Come here!”
You manage to get a glimpse of the flagpole. The flag hangs halfway up. You glance at Hedwig and her happy skipping … and wonder. Is her bright positivity linked with the halfway hanged flag?
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MINE.
❀ MSBY sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader
❀ themes/tags: fluff | romance | i was having a brainrot im sorry | timsekip! | established relationship | friends to lovers
ㅡsakusa kiyoomi loves in private but that doesn't mean he's afraid to show you off.
not proofread. forgive me if there are mistakes will fix them soon. also, it's my first time to write for him agh!
you arrived a bit... early.
apparently from your standpoint which is the entrance of the arena, your claim is simply an understatement. you are the first person to arrive. as a matter of fact you're the first person in line for ticket check.
"are you...(y/n)?" the staff controlling the line to the entrance has taken interest in your identity rather than your ticket in his hand.
"yes. why?" you ask, uncertain of how he knows your name.
"hm, i need you step aside for a moment." he shoots you a small smile before turning his head to where other staff are gathered. he shouts. "someone call Sato, he needs to assist a lady right here!" the group of staff nodded before briskly walking away.
you observe the ticket master takes, rips, stamps a logo on a person's inner wrists, and gives their tickets back precisely like he has done this for years. he didn't question any of them, heck he didn't even spare more than a second looking at their faces unlike what he did to you which brings you in wonder.
"am i in trouble?" you ask.
"no." he side glances you for a moment before returning his focus back to his job.
"then why am i being on hold?" you didn't want to irk him by asking too many questions but he's isn't supplying you with answers that will keep you at ease.
he halts mid-air, holding a stamp in hand as he looks at you with a confused face like you uttered a statement that was too far-fetched.
"he didn't tell you?" he cocks a brow before pressing the stamp on the skin of the person waiting in line. his eyes still on you.
"who's 'he'?" the more you question the deeper the crease between his eyebrow becomes.
are you supposed to know everyone in this arena? sure, you have watched games here a couple of times but that doesn't mean you know everything that goes on in their system. he could at least let you on with a bit of information.
the ticketing master shifts his vision to the person approaching behind you. he hums.
"hm, worry not. sato's here. he will assist you inside." you don't even know who sato is but you nodded like you understood what he met. he speaks to the boy catching his breath. "she's (y/n)."
"yes! i know her face. he made sure i remember her." the man wearing a laced id with his last name, Sato, printed on it chuckles. at the corner of his laminated identification card is a job title.
"VIP staff" you read with your eyes.
"I'll lead you to your seat." Sato gestures you follow him inside.
without saying a word, even though you're dubious of what is going on, you trail behind him. he walks down a fleet of stairs, looking through his shoulder from time to time to check you.
he stops right before the barricade separating the blue and red chairs. the blue chairs dominate the arena. it's tiered starting from the barricade to the exit doors while the red chairs are numbered. it is in equal footing with the floor of the court, placed right next to the team's corner.
"you can choose whatever seat you want but i suggest you go for the one over there. that's the nearest seat to MSBY and the view there is amazing." sato directs you with full smile.
"there must be a mistake. i have a regular ticket." you decided to speak up, showing him your stub but he waves it off.
"everyone gets a regular ticket whether you buy it online or over the counter. the red chairs or the vips are per request." as sato explains the more confused you get.
"i didn't request a vip seat." you reply.
"yes, you didn't but MSBY Sakusa did." As he mentions your boyfriend's name your lids peel off and gradually everything make sense.
"i didn't know." you said in a hushed tone.
"oh! it must be a surprise!" sato claps his hands enthusiastically but you, on the other hand, is horrified of the situation.
your eyes scan the vip section only to recognize a couple of faces. celebrities, influencers, bloggers, daughters from prominent families, and so on. and you look at yourselfㅡplain white shirt tucked in a high waisted jeans. slung over your shoulder is a signature bag that took Sakusa ages for you to accept. a bag priced thrice as a regular one is a no-no for you but your boyfriend argued that it's reasonable because it's your first birthday with him (although, you have spent countless birthdays with him it was as a friend and not as a lover. he thought dating you will give him the right to spoil you with gifts). you are not prepared for this situation. you wish you pulled your best top out of your closet or caked your face with make up.
"make yourself comfortable, i'll be at entrance C if you need anything." Sato says as he walks back up.
"wait, Sato." you stop him and he turns. "is it okay if i move seats and by that i mean up there, in those blue ones?" sato pauses for a moment before he replies.
"course! you can take whatever seat you want." he offers you a gentle smile before walking out.
knowing that famous individuals that will sit next to you gives you anxiety. you don't want to be put alongside with people whom you constantly feel like you have to adjust yourself just so you could appear admirable in their eyes. you wish to spare yourself of headache. albeit, all you want to do is to enjoy you boyfriend's game and cheer for him.
with much thought, you make your way up to the blue seats. you settle in the last seat in a row and immediately pulls your phone out of your pocket. you snap a picture of the court from where you are and sends it to your boyfriend. you type in "here." before clicking send.
a few seconds to a minute, a check appears next to your message. a note that tells you he has seen it. you didn't bother waiting for his reply as you already that at this point he and his team are preparing for the match. so, you zip your phone in your bag and relax your back on the seat.
a chattering noise accompanied by steps coming from the stairs is heard as two girls wearing a Bokuto and Sakusa jersey appears. they sit next to you, giddy about the upcoming match. the other girl which is sitting farther from you notices you.
"who are you cheering for?" she asks, cheeks turning red the moment you met eyes with her. she's probably hesitant to start a conversation with a stranger but since you're stuck with them (because you're sitting in the last seat of the row) she ought to make friends with you.
"MSBY." you simply state.
"who in MSBY?" she asks.
"Sakusa Kiyoomi." the other girl turns and instantly her face lights up at the mention of her idolㅡobviously, as she's wearing his jersey.
"Oh my god! you like him too?!" she gasps, leaning to your side.
"like" is a funny word. you don't just like him, you are in love with him. you have loved him for years even before he became a professional volleyball player. you were his friend and ally, mostly when you join forces into jesting or pushing other people's buttons. your admiration for him goes beyond Sakusa as a volleyball player. you like him as the person you share breakfast with or the grumpy old man he turns to when the room gets too messy to his liking. you like him when he's unable to decipher how to bake a chocolate cake or how to callout a neighboor that's too loud. you like him in many ways others couldn't.
nonetheless, you nod to the girl and as she squeals her friend taps on her shoulder as she points to the court. "they're here!"
both you and your boyfriend's fan turn your eyes to where she is pointing. there you see his team walking from the dugout. you spot him behind the three: hinata, bokuto, and miya. contrary to the three men who never run out of energy, he walks behind them calmly almost like he's bored. as soon as he steps in the court his eyes scan the audience.
he's looking for you.
he squints to search for your face and when his piercing eyes sees you, you swear to the sky and below that you felt your whole body shiver in fear. he tilts his head to the side as he narrows his eyes at you then he jogs his way to the team's coach. they exchanged a few words and after a nod from his coach, he's on his way to you.
your throat runs dry when his long legs skip the barricade separating the court and the red seats and the red seats to the blue seats. the two girls next to you jumps in their seats in excitement as they watch Sakusa climb the stairs towards their direction.
you turn your head to the side, away from the stairs and to the two girls with owl-like eyes anticipating the volleyball player. you cover your pathetic face with one hand and after a while you feel a daunting presence next to you. he didn't do anything, he just stands and looks at you through his bottom lashes.
"hey, hey, MSBY Sakusa is here! i thought you like him? come on this is a one time opportunity!" the girl next to you wearing your boyfriend's jersey scream-shouts. thanks to her support now you're melting in embarrassment.
Sakusa clears his throat and it's about time for you tear your hand away from your face. you shoot him a sheepish smile as his brows meet at the center of his forehead.
"why are you sitting here?" your voice hitches as his cold tone reaches you.
"i, uh... heh." you purse your lips into a tight smile.
"did sato not assist you? i made sure he remembers your name and face. i reserved a seat for you at the vip section." he arches a brow. at this point, the two girls next to you are watching the events unfold with their mouths hanging. they didn't expect this at all, and it's clear with how they look.
"listen, omi. i don't want to sit there." your mention of his first name, no, his nickname had the girl sitting next to you gasp loudly in shock. her friend cupped her hand over her mouth to stop her.
"and why?" sakusa challenges as he bends his back down to match with your height. he anchors his hand on the backrest of the seat in front of you and the other on your seat. you are completely caged, trapped between his spreadout arms.
"i don't want to sit next to celebrities looking like this! we both have many things in common but we surely share the same level of hostility towards people, especially famous entitled ones. you know this."
the amphitheater is beggining to swarm with people. you and sakusa have gained a number of head turns and even some of them took a quick photo of him. the least you want right now is attention but your conversation with your boyfriend isn't ending any time soon.
"i don't even know who those celebrities are." He pauses, then adds. "i want to see your face up close when i play, baby." he never calls you with that pet name, ever. not in public places, not in front of friends, but always when he needs something from you.
"baby, can you cook me dinner?"
"you look so good. do you have spare time, baby?
"oh, come on, baby, cuddle with me won't you?"
it's totally fine when it's just the two of you in a room but when he says it with ears nearby you can't help but succumb to his request just to end the embarrassment. when he sees you slowly sinking into your seat, he already knows.
he has won.
sakusa offers a hand to guide you to the vip section but you look at him, head slowly shaking to the sides.
"you don't have to do that."
"i insist." a cheeky grin plays on his lips as he continues. "quick, you don't want everyone's eyes on us, don't you?"
hence, with a long sigh and a quick grab on his hand you flees you out of your seat like a knight saving his princess. you give the two kind girls a swift nod as a way of saying goodbye and in return they stick their thumb out, eyes still wide as a deer in headlights.
as you tail behind sakusa with your hands intertwined, you pull him back gently so he can stop and wait for you.
"you're doing this on purpose. you're enjoying my flustered face. i know you, omi." you say through your teeth and for the nth time today he catches you off guard by leaning in to the side of your face. he turns his head towards you just enough for you to feel his lips brushing against your ears.
"let me show you off." he whispers.
"i thought you said you hate attention." you reply, swallowing in air as you feel a growing grin against the shell of your ears.
"i do but i'm letting them know you're mine."
title's not the best lol but thanks for reading! hope ya like it ;)
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EXCERPT #26:
Hello. I hope somebody is listening.
[…]
Thalia has been very friendly lately, old sport.
And I mean literally friendly…
Call me crazy, but how can someone kiss me and listen to me speak so highly of them just to go back to calling me ‘bro’ and ‘dude’... Huh? That’s not normal, right?
I wouldn’t know! I… haven’t really done this before…
Old sport, I know she likes me. You’d expect me to start doubting it now, right?
But I know... Have you ever just known? The way they act around you, maybe even by the way they initiated a kiss… I am many things, old sport, but I am not oblivious.
Why are they trying to push it away… push me away? Am I dangerous? Repulsive? Do the times we spent together mean nothing to her, despite meaning everything to me?
I just can’t think straight right now, old sport. Maybe I’ll just have to wait for this rollercoaster to inevitably stop.
I want to fight for it - I’m willing to fight for it. But I don’t even know who my enemy is yet. Is it her? Or is it myself…?
[…]
I was wondering around late last night, February. I found myself at the mouth of this tunnel. The entrance is illuminated by street lamps, yet, look any further and complete darkness stares right back at you. I was always afraid of the dark.
I was looking for that light, the one they always talk about, at the end of the tunnel. You were always that light, February. I even tried to call out to you.
For a moment, I could’ve sworn I heard you call back.
Perhaps, you, February, finally answer, but how can one be sure it's not just an echo? The voice responds, copying and mocking your own words and pleas. If you're shouting back, February, you have to be louder than that.
The definition of love is so old-fashioned. In every language, I'll shout from the mountain tops how much I am in love with you, truly. If only people would know what I really meant by it. If only you really knew what I meant by it.
If you're shouting back, February, don't let it be dismissive. I am being clearer than I ever have been. You have to understand that I'm serious. I need you to understand.
I need you to understand this is why I do everything I do. I do it for you. The calls, these letters… At this point, I know there’s no escaping the City. But you’re my escape from reality, February. If you ever do answer, I’m free. But for now, I am restricted to merely shouting to a void and calling it by your name.
You must wonder too what to do with that information. I know. But you could at least show me you’re listening. That you hear my pleas. If you are trying to move on with your life, tell me, because I will remain here until I do. How could I ever move on if I didn’t find out if it was you in that tunnel?
Besides, how could I know it was you? After all, we are in Universe City. The sound could have easily been another one of those dreaded cyborgs.
If it’s you, February, I am willing to hear you out, always. But you must emerge from the shadows and take a step into my light. You have to show me.
Perhaps if I cannot see you, I should stop trying to contact you. Am I latching onto a rotting idea that I should just let die? Is that what we are?
How am I ever supposed to get over this if I continue talking to you? I wake up in dread and heartache every day, knowing you’re not here. And, although the City is not a great alternative, I either live my life here or continue to do so with that ache… That dread.
This is no way to live. Any level-headed person would agree… If I can’t hear from you, February, perhaps you shouldn’t hear from me.
[...]
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BIG BROTHERS
Dean Winchester x Sister reader, Sam Winchester x Sister reader, John Winchester x Daughter reader
SUMMARY: John starts yelling at Y/n when she doesn't want to go hunting. Sam and Dean protect their little sister.
Word Count: 1.700
John, “Y/n, I am your father and you will do whatever I say!” he said angrily He was forcing Y/n to go hunting.
"No, leave me alone, I'm not coming hunting, I don't want to do that. At least leave me alone today." You said. You usually went hunting, but today you didn't want to and your father didn't like it.
"Talk to me properly, kid, or else,"
"I AM TALKING PROPERLY!" You interrupted your father. You couldn't take it anymore and started screaming. You were respectful towards him, but you were getting very fed up with the way he was treating you lately.
John was surprised by Y/n's attitude, he quickly approached her face and held her tightly by her arms. "Watch that voice," he said with disturbing calmness. He continued to squeeze Y/n's arms.
You grimaced in pain. you regret were for yelling. You were afraid of your father. He looked at you very hard, your eyes started to water but you couldn't cry, not now. "Let me go," you said, moving to free yourself from your father's hands, your voice shaking.
John tightened his grip, “I'm warning you Y/n, don't defy me like that!” he was looking at his daughter with angry eyes.
Sam and Dean heard shouting from the hotel room door, they looked at each other and quickly went inside. The two's eyes widened when they saw their father holding their sister tightly.
Dean stepped between the two of them, "Dad, let her go!" He said. As he released Y/n from her father's grasp.
You took a few steps back, held your hurting arms and began to cry. You can cry now, your brothers have come.
Sam walked over to Y/n, and hugged her "Hey, come here, it's okay." he reassured her. His little sister continued to cry silently in his arms.
Dean turned to his father, "What's going on dad, why were you yelling at him?" he asked sternly.
This made John even more angry and he grabbed Dean by the collar and pulled him closer, "Are you interrogating me, huh!?"
You snuggled closer to Sam in fear, not wanting Dean to get hurt because of you.
Sam wanted to break up his father and Dean, but he knew Y/n was scared and couldn't let her go.
"If it's about my sister, I'm going to question you," Dean said without changing his stance. "I won't let you hurt her like you did to us!" He continued to look into his father's eyes.
John began taking deep breaths angrily, he said grabbing Dean's collar, "Are you a father now?"
"Someone has to do this," Dean said, holding his head high.
John looked into Dean's eyes for a moment and quickly removed his hands from his collar. He was angry at what he heard, but also strangely sad.
"Now I will ignore your disrespect, get ready, we are going hunting. I will wait for you in the car." He ordered.
“I don't want to,” you said, looking at Sam for help.
John was about to walk out the door when he heard this, “Y/n stop it!” he said, looking at his daughter.
When you heard your name, you quickly turned your head towards your father.
"She won't come if she doesn't want to," said Sam, "she does that all the time anyway."
John clenched his jaw and left, slamming the hotel room door.
You were startled by the sound of the door closing.
Dean approached Y/n, "hey," he said smiling softly, tucking the hair from her braid behind her ear. "Are you okey darling?" he asked gently.
You nodded your head yes.
“Come sit down Y/n,” Sam guided his sister to one of the beds and took off his jacket and sat down next to her.
Dean did the same and sat on the bed across from the two of them. He looked at Y/n's face carefully and asked, "Did he hurt you, honey?" asked.
"No," you said quietly and rubbed your father's arm, which he held tightly.
Dean understood this and reached out his hand to Y/n's arm, "do you want me to look at this?" asked.
“No, I'm fine Dean.” you smiled softly and Dean smiled back at you.
Sam,“Y/n, why was dad yelling at you?” asked.
"I told him I didn't want to come hunting today and he didn't like it." you said. After a short silence, "Why does he treat us like this, why do we have to hunt? Okay, I love hunting, but there are times when I don't want to, like today. My father has no respect for that." you added. Your eyes started to fill with tears, "sometimes, sometimes all of this, the things we hunt, the people we can't save, and getting hurt feels so hard." you finally admitted and closed your eyes tightly.
Dean didn't know his sister felt this way. He was angry at himself for not being able to keep her out of this life. She was younger and it was normal for him to be affected by these. He had been taking care of Y/n since she was a baby. After their mother, when her father was not around, he fed her, cleaned her and put her to sleep. He was Sam's big brother, but he was almost like a father to her. "I'm sorry bunny, I didn't know you felt that way." said.
You looked at Dean, “no don't worry Dean, it's not your fault.” you said
“you don't have to do this, Y/n,” Sam said, patting Y/n on the back, “if you want to live another life, we support you.”
"If I don't want another life, I just want to stop sometimes." you said and you took a deep breath.
Sam felt sad, realizing that Y/n was overwhelmed.
"I got you, bunny," Dean said, sitting next to his sister and smiling fondly at her. "Look tell you what, how about we go to that shopping mall we saw nearby? Maybe we can buy some new clothes." he offered. He knew that she was a young girl and that she wanted to travel and have fun. But there wasn't much room for them in this life.
You looked at Dean excitedly, “really?” you asked.
Dean laughed at your childish attitude, “yeah why not?” said.
You hugged Dean tightly and he wrapped his arms around you "thank you Dean, I'm glad I have you." You said gratefully.
"You too, bunny."
Sam cleared his throat, indicating that he was there.
You stopped hugging your older brother and looked at Sam, you smiled and hugged him this time, "I'm glad I have you too, Sammy."
“Well, for a moment I thought you had forgotten me.” He said jokingly.
Dean stood up and, "let's go!" he said as he put on his jacket.
You heard him and stopped hugging Sam to get ready.
As we were heading towards Bayb, "Can we have a hamburger?" you asked. Feeling your stomach growling.
Dean, “oh definitely.” he said as he pointed his index finger at Y/n.
“Sammy eats rabbit foodi again,” you said as you got into the backseat. By making fun of him.
Sam, "I recommend this to you too," he said. "Y/n, you are growing and you need to eat vegetables, this is important." he warned as usual.
“There's lettuce in the burger, Sammy, I mean,” you shrugged.
Sitting in the front seat, Sam nodded to himself at Y/n's answer and sighed.
Dean chuckled, "That's my girl." He said and held out his hand to Y/n in the backseat.
You smiled and high-fived Dean's hand. Dean started the car and pulled out of the hotel car park onto the main road.
When you were with your loved ones and people who understand you, small touches quickly made things go better. Even though you have shortcomings.
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Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 10 - Mrs Romanoff
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You were stunned as you looked at the wedding invitation given to you by Sharon. "Y/N, am I mistaking the name of the groom?" Even Wanda wasn't sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Sharon was going to get married to Chase Adler.
"Y/N, don't think I will let you off so easily. Now Chase is going to back me, it's a matter of time when I will get rid of you!" Sharon was still unable to let go of her grudge on you even after almost getting injured. "Y/N did not force you to be with anyone. You are the one that gets yourself involved with Adler." Sharon was about to shout at her when you stepped up to protect her. "You have chosen your own road, nobody asked you to marry him."
"You are the one that pulled us together! The person on that day should have been you! You are really a bitch. You trick thousands of people. You and Chase are the perfect match!" You were no longer going to suffer in silence and gave her a resounding slap. "You bitch. You dare to slap me!"
"What happened? Sharon is looking for trouble with Y/N again?" // "I don't know, it seems that Y/N just hit Sharon." // "All the grudges she bears finally turned into a slap?" In an open office, there was hardly any privacy.
"Sharon Carter! Y/N Y/L/N! Into my office. Now!" Tony Stark came out of his office and ordered. "Millicent, you too."
"What happened just now? Why did you start a fight?" He asked to get to the bottom of it. "She hit me! I just gave her my wedding invitation, does she have to be that angry? I'm afraid that someone had a bad marriage, and is jealous that I'll get married."
"If she doesn't have a good marriage, then who does." Tony thought. "Y/N, you tell me, what happened?"
"Chief Editor, I can't tell you clearly what happened, so why don't I just show you? A fox like her deserved to be hit while walking down the street. I think, any woman would have hit her when they heard someone talk about them like that."
"What do you mean, am I wrong?" Sharon was still adamant on her ways to the end. "Sharon Carter! What happened at the dinner had a serious impact on the company. So I will let someone more suitable to come and take your position. From today onwards, you are no longer editor of Group 1."
"I am demoted? (I never realised this bitch has hooked up to Tony Stark. No wonder she can be this overbearing in the office!) Y/N! You better watch out!"
It was pretty much peaceful for the rest of the day except when Natasha texted you saying she'll be waiting for you outside the building after work. "Ah ha, from your look I can tell it's from the goddess himself." Wanda pushed her chair close to you and ambushed you from behind. You pushed her away and faced away, there was no way you were that obvious.
Once it was time to get off work, Wanda rushed you off saying she'll clear the rest for you. You thanked her before packing your bags and leaving. "Do we have plans today?" You asked as you entered the car. "Yes, I'll take you to meet Rick Mason, he has been wanting to see you."
"Rick Mason?"
"A family friend."
You realised anyone related to Natasha or gets to call Natasha a friend are all very rich people. When you entered the estate. To get to the front gate of this mysterious Rick Mason, you have to drive through a long stretch of road.
"You must be Y/N." He greeted you at the front door.
"That's right, I am Y/N, nice to meet you."
"Hi, you can call me Rick. Come on in. Today I have asked the cook to make some of Natasha's favourite dishes, but I don't know whether it is to your taste."
"It smells nice." You complimented. "Never know that you would be so homely."
"I also know how to cook." Natasha said when he heard you complimenting him. "Really?" You questioned. You can't really picture her standing in the kitchen cutting vegetables. "You don't believe it?"
"Nope."
The three of you began eating and talking and the topic eventually landed on Natasha's legs. "I heard that you have not been to the hospital for a long time for a check up? The doctor said there is still hope, you cannot be so wilful."
"Rick, it's all in the past."
"I know in your heart you will never let it go."
"I understand what you mean, but as long as I don't get some things cleaned up, my legs will not recover." You didn't join in on the conversation as you know it was not your place to do so.
You had a lovely time there but it reached the time where you needed to head home. Rick stopped you from entering the car. "Y/N, ever since she was young, Natasha always has her own ideas, so you try to talk to her."
"Alright, I understand." You were deep in thought as Clint drove the two of you back. "What are you thinking?"
"Nat, haven't you thought of getting your legs checked? Rick is right, there is a chance that you will recover."
"Now is not the right time." She didn't give any more explanation. "Is it because of your stepmother? Were your legs also because of them?"
"You don't have to worry about these things, I will handle it." She has to manage so many things. From your estimation, she took over the company for 10 years and fell into an accident a few years after that. You wondered how she got through it all those years. "You don't have to be sympathetic to me." She pulled you closer to rest your head on her shoulder. "I only hope to see admiration and love in your eyes."
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"Sharon, this is so pretty." She was flaunting her diamond ring in the office and of course there were people who were jealous of her.
"That's nothing, I think she purposely said it in front of you."
"People love to talk, so whatever, we should let her talk if she wants to." As long as she was not actively doing something against you, you don't want to spend your energy on her. "Y/N, someone is looking for you." A colleague told you.
"I will go with you, I am very worried after what happened last time." Wanda was ready to leave her seat and go with you. "Okay."
"Excuse me, are you all looking for me?" You asked the group of guys. "Are you Y/n Y/L/N?" You nodded. "Please come with us." Wanda became suspicious of them when they didn't state their reason for being here. They showed you their police badge, but it wasn't like you could differentiate the real from the fake "We are the police, we need to clarify with you what happened during the dinner."
"Sorry, I wasn't involved in that incident. You have the wrong person."
"Yeah, the victim is just over there, why don't you ask her to assist with your investigation, we don't know anything."
"Please cooperate with our investigation." They started being forceful and grabbed your wrist. "What are you doing?!"
"Help!, we are being kidnapped!" Wanda shouted. "Give me back my phone!"
"Want to call your lawyer? You should wait till you are in the station first!" The two of you started hitting them in the head and their manhood. "You dare to assault the police! You dare to obstruct our work, you can't get away with it now!"
"Hit the police?" // "Are they really the police?" You and Wanda glanced at each other. If they truly are the police, you just got yourself in trouble...
"What is this?" The voice that you came to hate appeared again. "Kidnapping or assaulting the police?"
"She didn't do anything, don't you want me? Let's go then." You tried misdirecting them. "You actually assaulted the police. Policemen, you shouldn't let them off so easily." In the end, the two of you got escorted out the building by the police with a crowd behind you.
Y/N Y/L/N, you will suffer the same pain as I did! No, it's going to be a hundred times worse! I want to see who will save you in the police station this time!
Two of you were thrown into a room when you arrived at the station. "Wait! I need to inform my family! You have no reason to detain us!" You shouted through the door. "No reason? You both assaulted policemen. Is that not reason enough? Just stay here and shut up!"
"What are we supposed to do now?" Wanda asked. "Where is your phone?"
"They have taken it away saying that I cannot bring my phone." Wanda sadly revealed. "Just now when we came, I heard those people were making a call to Adler."
"Adler? Chase Adler?"
"If it's really him then what should we do?" Wanda asked. "Don't worry, it might not be such a coincidence. I mean if it is Adler, he is trying to get back at me but not you."
"Look at this, such deep sisterly love, so touching." A sarcastic clap sounded. "Of course it's me! Last time you escaped, but this time you are at my place. I want to see how you can escape." He makes his way closer to the both of you. "What do you want?"
"Aren't you clear what I want to do? Don't worry, I have prepared a lot of things today, you will like it."
"Adler! Do you know where this place is? Aren't you afraid that people will know about it?!" You shouted at him. "I told you, this is my place. My dad is the Chief of this police station, do you think they dare to leak anything out?"
"Ad-Adler, you, you calm yourself down, just let us go, okay?" He ignored Wanda's words and told his subordinates to hold her and separate the two of you. You screamed for them to let her go but Adler was very focused on you. "Y/N Y/L/N, if you beg me, I might be nice to you." He said in a sickly sweet voice. "Stop dreaming!" You spat on him and shouted.
"Bitch!" He wound his hands and gave you a slap before grabbing you by the throat and pushing you at the wall. "I think you prefer the hard way! The more you resist the more I like it. No hurry, later you will know what heaven is!"
"Adler, you will regret this!"
"I will be a happy ghost even if I get to die underneath the peony flower, but you can think of how you can make it happy so that I might be gentle to you!" He tightened his hands around his neck before dropping you to the floor.
Your pants rode down a little due to the movement and Adler was about to seize the opportunity when you pushed him away and adjusted your clothes. "You stupid whore, stop pretending to be chaste! You just wait there like a good girl and I'll guarantee that you'll feel like you're in heaven!"
"Bastard!" He wasn't fast enough to react as someone wrapped his arm around his neck and slammed him to the floor. "Who was that?! How dare you? Do you know who my father is..." He dragged on when he saw a cane in his peripheral.
"Dad? Why are you here?" He asked. "How dare you randomly arrest people here?!"
"Dad, don't you already know about this..."
"Shut up! How dare you say that!"
"Dad?"
You flinched when you felt someone touch you but her scent surrounded you made you look up. "Don't be afraid, it's me." It's as if her voice is opening a door and rescuing you from this never ending darkness. Tears cascaded down your face when you realised you were finally going to be safe with her.
"Ms- Ms Romanoff? Why are you here? This..."
"Ha, how can I miss a show that you prepared so well for? After all, you secretly took my wife here!" Her hands didn't leave you even when he was talking to Adler. "Wi-wife? Dad, I didn't know!"
"I am really sorry, Mrs Romanoff, my son is truly ignorant, this is just a misunderstanding... Sorry for troubling you... you can deal with this however you like." His son looked up at his Dad in shock, why was he not defending him? "This is all because... this is all Sharon Carter's fault! I really don't know anything!"
"Sharon Carter, Sharon Carter! You don't know anything even though you're married? Aren't you ashamed?!"
"What's wrong with our Adler Family?! What did we do wrong that we're afraid of Natasha Romanoff?! Is it because of her vicious tactics? No matter how vicious she is, she's just a disabled guy! What can she do to us?" He reached over to grab her legs and Clint was about to intervene when Natasha told him to stop. "Dad! Look at how she's lost her mobility! She can't even walk, why should we be scared of-?!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a foot on his face, kicking him to the floor. Natasha folded her leg rest and pushed it aside before standing. Adler was visibly shaking when he saw Natasha standing in front of him. "Even if I am disabled, I won't let the Adler family off!" When she spoke in a calm tone, it made her even scarier.
"Na...tasha?" You looked at her. To see her standing was not something you imagined. At least not so soon. She walked closer to you and lifted you up bridal style. "Y/N, from now on no one will dare to hurt you. Because, I promise, even if the whole world is against me, for you, I will let the whole world know that Y/N Y/L/N no longer exist, only Y/N Romanoff. And that you are my woman, my wife, and she will be happy."
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Can u do a pedri angst where him and reader finally make it official after months of him chasing after her but the next day the paparazzi find him getting cozy with a girl qnd its all over the media and she feels embarrassed but he doesnt think its a big deal so they get into a fight but make up in the end
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I saw that you also asked someone else and they did it, but I am gonna still answer you, so I hope you will like this as well. Enjoy!
So here is Pedri's version:
Pedri fell in love with you months ago, and he knew that he wasn't your type. His schedule was always busy, and he didn't have time to be in a relationship, and you wanted something serious. That hurt him a lot, but he didn't want to give up on you. For weeks, he did everything to show you that he loves you and that he wants something serious, too.
After a lot of work, you agreed to be his girlfriend and it was the best decision. He was a sweetheart, always made time to be with you. You would go to his games to support him and he would always be there when you needed.
People knew that you were together, but it was not a secret, but a private kind of relationship. He tried to keep you away from all the social media, knowing how they could destroy couples. He tried so hard to be yours, and he didn't want to lose you.
Now, Pedri was coming home after a hard day. It was really late and he was tired, especially that people were all over him. He barely could drive, so he decided to open the window and to sign some things and make some photos for the fans.
He stayed there a lot, and right when he wanted to leave to come home to see you, a girl shouted his name to make a video of her. Pedri sweared in his mind before smiling at her phone. When he thought that she was done, the girl went over and kissed his cheek. People started to scream in surprise. Everyone was with cameras, and Pedri felt so bad.
He couldn't say much thing, especially to shout at her, knowing that this was going to be on all super media. He only said that what she did was rude and his face was really angry.
He left the place and went home to see you on the couch, waiting for him, sleepy.
He smiled at you and kissed you. The kiss started to become more hard and after some time you were both naked on the couch.
"If you are too tired we can-"
"No, no, please" Pedri interrupted you. "I really want it"
You smiled at his words and then continued what you were doing.
Next morning, you woke up in his bed, naked. The blanket being the only thing that was covering you.
Pedri was already awake, and you went to sit on his lap while he was playing with your hair. He put the blanket over your shoulders and kissed your neck slowly. The night you two had was magic. He made sure to make you feel good, and today, being his off day, made it even more perfect. You could be all day together and that made you both happy.
After he told you that he's going to take a quick shower, you went through your phone to see if are some news.
You were on ig and saw a lot of videos and photos of Pedri and some girl the night before. You knew it meant nothing, but the way he acted made you sad.
She was way prettier than you and you were afraid that he enjoyed her kiss.
When he came back from his shower and saw your uncomfortable face, he asked you what happened.
"Nothing"
"C'mon, Y/n, please tell me!"
"I said nothing, Pedri!"
He stayed silent for some seconds before speaking again.
"Did I do something wrong..?"
"Oh, really? I don't know, did you?"
"That's why I asked you!"
He was getting on your nerves now.
"I-" he tried to speak after you showed him the videos.
"I'm not mad"
He seemed to calm down at your words a bit.
"No?"
"I..I'm just...sad? Disappointed? Embarrassed?"
"Why!? Y/n, look, I'm really sorry, but I don't think it's a big deal..?"
You were shocked by his words. Not a big deal?
"Ok" you replied simply before dressing up and wanting to leave the house.
"Where are you going?!"
"Not a big deal, Pedro."
"No, no, don't go. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, please stop. Let's talk about it, please."
"What is it to talk? You already made a conclusion. Exactly as you said 'not a big deal', right?"
"Y/n-"
"I don't want to hear it."
"Please, don't leave me. Let me at least explain!"
"What to explain, Pedro, if for you it's not a big deal!?"
"I'm sorry I said that! It was so stupid, but I promise to you that I only said it to not talk about it because I felt horrible when it happened!"
"Oh, and you decided to not tell me, but sleep with me! How mature, Pedro!"
"No, no, please-!"
"Please, what?"
"Let me explain what exactly happened"
"Go on, then. Make it quick."
He explained everything that happened. Ehy he didn't want to make a scandal and just left without going into a fight. How he didn't want it to affect your relationship and how he is really sorry.
You also explained that you weren't angry with him or mad. You just felt insecure and embarrassed that he chose you out of everyone.
"For me, you're perfect, and I only love you, amorcito. Trust me, you have all my attention"
You smiled at his words and kissed him. That day, he did exactly what you told him, in a way to be forgiven. You were laughing at his silliness, but were so happy that you were spending time with him.
All day, he made sure to tell you how pretty you are and how important you are for him. He also promised that if something like that is going to happen again, he would make clear again that he has a girl home that he truly loves.
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