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𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you and matt had previously dated for a few years until him and his brothers grew famous, where matt became arrogant and self centered. fast foward to to present, a couple years later. you have moved on from matt completly until you run into him at an influencer party, what will unfold when you approach him? will you two rekindle or will the wall stay strong between you two.

contains: angst, arguing, swearing, fluff, making out.

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(2 years ago)

i lay on the couch next to matt, my head resting on his shoulder as the tv rambles. hes invested in his phone, typing every few seconds.

hes been filming videos with his brothers, chris and nick, for the past year or two, and they've just hit 3 million subscribers.

matt clears his throat before moving my head off him, "i gotta talk to you, yeah?"

my eyebrows furrow, i look over at matt who has an unreadable expression on his face. I nod slowly with a hum, "i don't know how to say this, but uh-... nick chris and i have decided to move to l.a with laura."

what?

"what?" i instantly reply, my stomach drops to my knees.

"gotta chase them dreams." he shrugs casually, picking up his phone.

anger starts to bubble inside of me, why the fuck is he being so nonchalant about moving across the whole country? what am i gonna do, just be left here and forgotten about?

"what the hell matt!" i say, raising my voice and slamming the phone out of his hand, he throws his hands up defensively. "are you being fucking serious right now?" i yell, "calm down bro?" he mumbles, picking his phone back up.

i stay silent, waiting for matt to speak, or atleast a solution. he just stays silent, looking around the room. "matt, what am i gonna do." i sigh, trying to contain myself.

"uh.. not sure?" matt leans back on the couch. "like you can come with if you want but i won't really.." he pauses for a few seconds

"have time for you..? i mean we're staying in lauras apartment which doesnt have enough space anyway but you could always sleep on the couch or something."

i scoff, "so this is it?" tears start to roll down my cheeks. "if you can't handle my fame and me moving then thats not my problem." he runs a hand through his hair before standing up.

without another word I'm upstairs and packing my suitcase, I'm leaving.

(Current time)

ever since matt and i's messy breakup ive been moving around alot, i spent the first month or so living with my parents, where i started content creating on various platforms. i would be lying if i said i didn't get popular, over the past 2 years ive gained a few million followers.

a year ago today i moved to l.a, where i've been thriving.

9:38pm

"y/n come on!" i hear yolanda, my roomate, shout from downstairs, today i've been invited to a party for influencers, i think. i run downstairs in my baby pink stiletto heels. yolanda is wearing a long shimmering black dress with a large slit up to the mid thigh. "hottie" i tease as i walk past her.

"shush" she replys with a wide grin, i walk outside to find our uber waiting patiently "yoyo!" i yell back to her as she scrambles around to find her purse.

i climb into the uber, "my bad, my friends coming now."

yolanda comes running outside, swinging open the door to the uber and crawling over me. i laugh slightly at her, she glares at me while applying lip gloss.

"you okay?" i ask her, "just nervous, its weird being a plus one to a party where i know famous people will be." she replies with a breath.

"you'll be okay gorg, i have no idea whos even going so we'll just stay together hm?" i say comfortingly, watching the lively streets of l.a outside the window.

the uber comes to a stop outside a large beachside mansion, i give him a quick thankyou before grabbing yolandas hand and approaching the house. the blaring music is audible from outside the house.

we walk up the stairs together, our heels clicking in sync on the marble steps. the doors to the house are wide open, the first person i see when i come inside makes my heart drop.

christopher sturniolo

my breath hitches in my throat, theres thankfully no sight of matt, i mean hes never really been one for partys. i feel physically sick when me and chris lock eyes, i guess i look different since the last time i saw him, 2 years ago.

I haven't really thought about matt since i moved to l.a, the last person i wouldve expected to see here is his triplet brothers.

i shoot yolanda a look, she looks equally has disturbed as me.

i decide to keep navigating through the various bunches of people, i look back and yolandas gone, flirting with some random instagram male model. i scoff with a smile.

i turn my body back around, an audible gasp escapes my mouth as matt sturniolo stands infront of me,

alone.

he smiles awkwardly with a wave, he looks me up and down while he clutches the cup in his hand so tight his knuckles go white. "you look different." matt says, his voice shaking from nerves

"charming." i roll my eyes.

"no!- no i meant in a good way, i mean in a platonic way, but you look different, sorry-.. how are ya doing.." matt rambles, stammering over every word.

a small smile forms on my face, which instantly drops when i remember the events of what happened the last time i saw him. "i've been doing really good actually." i reply, nodding my head slowly.

"yeah, i saw !thats awesome you got selected for that peoples choice awa-rds..." matt says before stopping himself, i laugh slightly.

has he been stalking me? that got announced an hour ago.

"thanks matt, how have you been?" i ask, he takes a small breath "i've been good, yeah.." matt says, he clearly doesn't think the world revolves around him like how he did 2 years ago.

another silence fills the air between us, but he breaks it. "do you wanna come with me?" matt asks abruptly, my eyebrows furrow "sure?"

he reaches out a hand subtly, i take it.

he guides us through hundreds of people, yolanda eyes me down with her jaw slack, i shrug my shoulders with a smile back at her. the night hair hits my revealed skin as matt lets my hand go slowly.

"should we go sit on the sand?" i ask quietly while we walk side by side on the footpath.

10:12pm

matt and i have been walking side by the shoreline for a few minutes, catching up on the past 2 years of no contact

"wait so you're at 6 million?" i laugh in shock, he shakes his head with a smile "shut up!!"

"no like, congratulations matt thats really awesome."

he shrugs it off with a playful nudge to my shoulder,

the past 30 minutes or so neither of us have brought up the last time we spoke, our last interaction, the final fight. i think we both don't want to ruin what we have going on right now.

a silence forms as the ripple waves crash onto the shore, my palms are sweating from the warmth from the night. "wanna go sit up there? in the dunes?" matt asks, pointing up the beach. "oh-..oh yeah!" i agree chirpily, snapping out of my somewhat 'trance'

he leads us away from the water up into the sand dunes, the mound of sand and grass behind us acting as privacy. he flops down onto his back, laying down on the sand. I lay down close beside him, our legs touching against eachother.

"i want to talk to you about what happened that night." i blurt out softly, just from the plain moonlight i can see matts cheeks are a deep maroon. he nods "yeah." with a shaky sigh.

"i was an asshole, like proper crazy." he says in a serious tone.

"honest to god i think the fame was making me go insane, i thought i was so much better than.. everyone? i never shouldve told you like that, or moved in general" he rambles, guilt painted in his voice.

"matt, moving was best for you." i cut him off, but he instantly snaps back

"i don't think it was? i miss you so much."

i sit up, the loose sand falling off my back "and i never really moved on, i'm so grateful i found you tonight 'cause the guilt has been eating away at me, and im so sorry, i am so fucking sorry." matt mumbles slightly.

i nod understandably "i think we needed the break, i can see you've changed a lot, for the better."

matt sits up too, sand grains scattered in his brunette locks as his tongue pokes out quickly to wet his lips. his eyes stare into mine before he reaches out a hand to grab my jaw, right under my ear.

"can I kiss you?"

i nod frantically "yeah-of course"

matt leans in, his body shifting on the sand while the calm waves crash onto the shoreline.

his lips meet mine, a distant familiar feeling that i hate to admit but ive really missed, even though ive forced myself not to.

his tongue asks for enterance, which i quickly allow. his tongue slips into my mouth,

i move my hair to one side before hooking one leg over his thigh, moving my body to straddle him while keeping our lips connected.

our kiss turns from gentle, to desperate. craving what we've missed for the past 2 years.

after a well-needed few minutes, we finally pull away from each other to catch our breath. panting fills the air before he pulls me into a tight hug his arms moving over my back as i stay seated on his lap. leaning onto his chest.

"i think we should retry, everything." he matt says into my hair as i rest my chin over his shoulder

"gotta agree with you on that one matthew." i laugh, joy overpowering me.

"matt there you fucking are!" a familiar voice yells from a few meters away. i look up, breaking matt and i's hug.

chris and nick are standing side by side with a shocked expression on their face. "holy shit!" nick laughs,

nick used to be one of my closest friends, but after the breakup with matt and i we were forced apart, i think after his brothers caught me ontop of matt it gave them the all clear to interact with me again.

i climb off of matts lap, running across the sand towards nick before leaping into his arms, the long fabric of my dress drowning nick.

"someone please fill me in" chris says cluelessly.

matt walks over to us 3, nick puts me down "uh yeah, we are retrying stuff after a chat, a really good one actually." he says, scratching the back of his head.

"oh my god thank you y/n, matt has not shut up about you for the past 2 years holy fuck." chris says after a dramatic gasp.

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adascore · 4 months

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NORTH LONDON BOUND

pairings: beth mead x arsenal!reader / vivianne miedema x arsenal!reader / jen beattie x arsenal!reader / kim little x arsenal!reader

warnings: none (?).

author’s note: oh to be meadema’s adopted child. anyway- enjoy this one xoxo

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''She can move in with me and Viv, if she’d like.'' Beth suggested upon hearing the youngster’s mother concern about how they hadn’t been able to find an appropriate apartment for the teenager.

Her mother glanced to where her daughter was chatting with Lauren and Esme, her former Manchester City teammates. ''Wouldn’t that be a problem for you two? Young couples usually like to have their own space.''

''No, not at all.'' Vivianne chimed in, shaking her head. ''And Y/N’s a sweetheart anyway, so we would love to have her stay with us if she wants to.'' Beth confirmed, throwing in a compliment for the younger girl.

Y/N had grown up at the Arsenal Academy, being recognized by a scout when she was 9 years-old. The potential and skills had always been there for everyone to see, and at just 15 years-old, she was allowed to start training with the first team. Her first two seasons with the older team had been helpful, but limited in actual game time. She got along great with her teammates, but her young age had always been seen as a liability by the coaches.

During the summer in 2021, she had been send on loan to Manchester City, where there were more players closer in age and where she would hopefully improve even more. The Arsenal management had made a correct guess, and playing with The Blues had greatly impacted her style of play. The Arsenal prodigy even making regular starting line-up appearances.

Upon seeing the success she was having with not only the Manchester team, but also the Lionesses, Arsenal invited her back to become one of their strikers. The decision had been made before the start of the European Championship at home, giving the youngster and her family enough time to make all the preparations to move her back into North London. However, it had been a challenge finding the right home for the recently turned 18 year-old. In her previous seasons at Arsenal, she still had been part of the Academy so Y/N was part of their housing-system. At Manchester, the club had organized a living space for her with Lucy and Keira, occupying their guest room for 9 months.

Nonetheless, all of that had been temporarily. Now, they would have to find something permanent for the next 3 seasons, and potentially more if she decided to extend her contract (which she obviously would do).

''Well that is very sweet of you two,'' Y/N’s mother smiled, momentarily patting Beth’s hand, ''I’ll talk to her about it later- I just think she wants to celebrate right now.'' She chuckled, knowing her daughter does not have anything but their fresh win at Wembley on her mind. Y/N's potential move into Beth and Viv's home became a topic for later discussion.

Beth and Vivianne exchanged grins, understanding completely. "Great," Beth replied, nodding. "Understandable, we'll wait then.''

''Darling, I need to talk to you about something.'' Y/N’s mother knocked on her daughter's bedroom door, then entered without waiting for a response. Y/N looked up from her phone, catching her mother's entry with a raised eyebrow. "What?" she asked.

''It’s about your Arsenal living situation.'' Her mother replied, making her way to the bed with a sly smirk.

''Ah, yeah? You found something or?''

The older woman sat down on the bed, creating a space for herself. "Kind of. You actually received a very generous offer a few days ago." Her hand landed on her daughter's thigh, offering a comforting pat.

The young striker frowned, confusion present on her face. ''An offer? What do you mean?'' She asked, shifting on her bed.

''Your teammates, Beth and Vivianne, offered for you to come live with them.'' Her mother revealed.

She processed her words for a bit, surprised by what she said. ''Beth and Viv? Like, Mead and Miedema? That I go and live with them?'' Y/N repeated her mother's words, making sure she heard her right and this was not some misunderstanding.

''Yeah! I got talking with Beth’s family, your transfer came to discussion and I explained how we hadn’t found the right home for you yet, and Beth offered their place.'' Her mother summarized, amused by her daughter’s wide eyes and surprised tone.

Y/N leaned back against her headboard, taking a deep breath. The idea of living with teammates, especially those as established as Beth and Viv, was intriguing. ''Wow, that’s… super nice of them.'' She sighed, her mother nodding. ''Yes, I know.''

''Why, though?''

Her mother chuckled, recognizing the significance of the offer. "Seems like they genuinely want to make it easier for you to settle in, sweetie.''

The question had more been an internal thought than directed at her mother. She had always gotten along with them, especially with Beth once she also joined the England senior team. In Y/N’s mind, there had always been an invisible wall between her and the older Arsenal players. They were always welcoming to her during training, offering guidance when needed, but she was aware they didn't want the responsibility of looking after a 15-year-old.

Her loan spell at Manchester City and subsequent debut with the Lionesses marked a turning point, maturing her both on and off the field. This time, she would not be coming in as an inexperienced youngster that only got on the pitch to replace someone else, but she would be an actual integral part of the team.

''I’ll let you think about it, but I think it can be good for you to stay with them, even if it is only temporary.'' Her mother gave her opinion. As much as she had witnessed the growth in her daughter, she would much prefer it if there were people looking after her every day.

''Yeah, should I talk to them or what did they say?'' Y/N inquired, eager to understand the next steps.

''They’re simply waiting on your decision, but talking with them can’t hurt.''

Beth and Vivianne sat in their cozy living room, the evening sunlight casting a warm glow through the windows. As they went through the papers for their upcoming vacation to Greece, the topic of Y/N potentially moving in with them came up.

'’So, about Y/N maybe coming to live with us… do you really think it's a good idea? I know I might have overwhelmed you when her mum was there, but seriously what do you think about it?'’ Beth asked, leaning back into the couch.

Vivianne processed the question, her gaze fixed on the swirling patterns of her tea. '’I do think it’s a good idea, but it’s quite a responsibility, no? I mean, I love the kid, but having her live with us is a big step.”

'’I know, you’re right. I do think it’s a good idea, though. I mean- she can stay in the guest room, cause it doesn’t get used anyway, and I think it would also be good for her to have people that can keep her grounded, you know? The attention on her since the Euro’s has been insane.” Beth argued.

The young Arsenal prodigy had been one of the break-out stars of the 2022 European Championships, receiving immense media attention.

Vivianne nodded in agreement. "We would be like... her parents- her work parents."

Beth chuckled, taking a sip of her tea. "Yeah, we can use her as practice for later." She winked, lightening the mood.

“I hope she agrees, though. I would understand if she would want to be on her own- most kids her age would, but it would be nice to have her around more," Beth admitted, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

The Dutchwoman warily eyes her girlfriend, feeling there is more behind her want to have Y/N move in with them than she’s letting on.

Feeling her partner’s eyes and internal judgement, Beth caves in. “She’s mature, but she’s also just a kid, you know? There will be so much pressure on her and she'll need guidance and then… maybe we can take care of her? Kind of like a mum would.” She admits, blush on both of her cheeks.

Her girlfriend's eyes softened, and she reached for Beth's hand. '’You’re cute, Beth,'’ Vivianne grinned, '’but you just want the best for her, that’s normal. How long have we known her for? Since she was like 12, 13? We have basically seen her grow up.'’

Beth smiled, her soft spot for the young English striker evident in her eyes. '’Yeah, and there will just be a lot of eyes on her. I just want to make sure she has all the support she needs.'’

Vivianne nodded, understanding her partner's perspective. '’We've seen how she has grown, and now she's stepping into a bigger spotlight so to say. Maybe she isn’t feeling that pressure yet, but I’m sure it will catch up to her in one way or another.'’

Beth squeezed Vivianne's hand, grateful for her understanding. '’Exactly, we’ll just show her a bunch of extra love.'’ The Lioness star chuckled, relieved her partner was as much into the idea as she was.

'’It’s crazy how much she has grown, as a player and as a person.'’ Vivianne muttered, the image of a 13 year-old Y/N flying in her mind.

'’Like physically grown. The girl’s even almost taller than you!'’ Beth exclaimed, almost offended by the young striker’s growth spurt. '’Remember her first training session with us? She was the cutest little thing, following everyone around like a little puppy and just so eager to prove herself- ugh, just love her.'’

'’Yeah, she was soaking up all our football wisdom.'’ Vivianne sarcastically chuckled.

'’What wisdom? The wisdom of yellow cards by Katie McCabe?'’ Beth laughed, receiving a teasing shove from her girlfriend.

The Dutchie playfully rolled her eyes. '’I mean- that is also a very important skill,'’ she smirked, '’but to come to the point, she has grown a lot and if she would agree to it, I would love to have her here.'’ Vivianne concluded, picking up her and Beth’s intertwined hands and giving it a peck.

Beth grinned, reciprocating the playful mood. '’Alright, alright, fair point. Yellow card wisdom is crucial and Master McCabe will love to see her student return,'’ she snickered, '’and I agree, having her here would be amazing. We can be her home away from home.'’

The couple shared a warm smile, excited about the prospect of welcoming the young girl into their home.

“Maybe we can let her decorate the guest room? I mean- neither of use it for anything and it’ll give her her own personal space.” Beth suggested.

Viv nodded in agreement. “Yeah, that would be nice for her.”

“Does she still go to school, by the way?” Vivianne inquired.

Beth thought for a moment. “I am not too sure. The England staff had organized a graduation party for her during one of the camps so I know she’s finished with like her A-levels and stuff, but I don’t know if she’s continuing,'’ the English striker shook her head, confusing herself even more on Y/N’s current school situation, '’why?'’

“Just wondering if she would need the study then? Or we could even put a desk in her room?” Her partner explained.

Beth nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

“Maybe I should start learning how to cook as well.” Beth thought out loud, taking Viv by surprise.

“How’s that?” She asked with wide eyes.

“Just in case you’re not here, and she wants to eat something. Don’t want to give the kid food poisoning- Jonas will have my head then.” The Brit argued.

Her reasoning made Vivianne laugh, her hand clapping the table. “We can’t let the teacher’s pet mess up, huh?” She teased, receiving a light kick from Beth under the table.

“She hasn’t even agreed yet, and you’re already worrying over nothing.”

Beth grinned, playfully rolling her eyes. "Well, I like to be prepared. What if she agrees tomorrow, and we're caught off guard? It's better to plan ahead.”

“If you are really that worried, maybe you can talk to Lucy or Keira? She used to live with them so they’ll know what to tell you.” It hadn’t occurred to Beth to ask her English teammates for advice.

She nodded. “True… you know what? Maybe we’ll just wait on Y/N, she and her parents will most likely want to talk to us first anyway.” Beth concluded.

“Yeah, she’ll probably come here when pre-season starts so we have time to prepare in case she says yes.” Vivianne, ever so cool headed, calmed her girlfriend down.

''Good thing I’ve got you now. If it was just me, I’d probably would have renovated the entire house or something for her.'' Beth laughed, poking fun at her overthinking.

Vivianne smiled, leaning in to give Beth a quick kiss. "I'm here to keep you grounded, babe. No need to renovate the house just yet. Let's take it step by step.”

Beth chuckled, appreciating her calming presence. "Yeah, you're right. One step at a time. We'll hear Y/N when she's ready, and if she decides to move in, we'll make sure she feels at home.''

Beth’s phone started ringing, making the rest of the couch sigh as they were very into the movie. ''Sorry.'' She excused herself, walking over to the dinner table where she put it. She frowned as it was an unknown number, contemplating whether to answer or not. She opted to pick up. ''Hi, with Beth.''

''Meado? It’s Y/N.'' A shy voice greeted the striker on the other end of the line.

''Y/N, darling, hey, how are ya?'' Beth looked over at Vivianne, who sat next to Ben, Beth’s brother. The Dutchwoman’s head had shot up the moment the youngster’s name was mentioned.

Beth could hear a chuckle. ''I’m good, enjoying the small break. How about you?'' Y/N asked politely.

''That’s good to hear and same, we’re just relaxing.'' Beth bit her nails, hoping the young girl was calling for what she hoped she was calling.

''That’s nice. Uh, I was calling in regards to, uh, your offer or how should I call it?'' Y/N nervously laughed, cringing at her shaky voice.

''Yeah, you could call it that.''

''Uh, if it’s not a bother, me and my parents would like to discuss all the practicals of me maybe moving in with you guys. Is that okay or…?'' The young girl’s stressed voice touched Beth’s heart.

''That’s not a problem, darling. We would love to have a talk,'' she nodded at Viv, who gave her a thumbs up, ''when does it fit for you and your parents?''

''Is Saturday possible for you? I have to be at the club for a medical exam so I’m in town then with my mum and dad.'' Y/N suggested.

Beth smiled, relieved that Y/N had called for the reason she had hoped. "Saturday works for us. What time is convenient for you?''

'’Uh, I have to be at the center at like 10 so is 2 in the afternoon alright?'’ The teenager proposed.

"Perfect. I’ll send you the address, and then you’ll find us here.'’ Beth assured her.

"Alright. Thanks, Meado. We appreciate it.'' Y/N thanked her, sounding grateful.

"No problem at all. We're looking forward to it. See you on Saturday!" Beth ended the call, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. She turned to Viv and her brother, her partner sporting a supportive smile.

''She’s coming here on Saturday?'' Vivianne asked.

''Yeah, with her parents. She has to be at the club so it works out great that way.'' Beth recalled Y/N’s words.

"That's fantastic. It’s a good sign.'’ The younger one of the couple wearing a hopeful expression on her face.

Ben chimed in, "I'm sure she'll agree to it. If you need any help getting things ready, just let me know.'' Beth had informed her family on the potential new housemate or how Jen had called her, their new football child.

Beth smiled at her brother, grateful for his support. "Thanks. I might take you up on that.''

She indeed took him up on that. The day before Y/N and her family’s arrival, Beth and Vivianne, with the help of family members, had cleaned their entire home. The Dutchwoman wasn’t too worried about anything, but seeing Beth’s distress had been a challenge.

''Why am I so nervous? We’ve known her for so long and I’ve met her parents plenty of times.'' Beth shook herself, wondering why she was so worked up.

''You just want it to go well. It’s okay, lieverd.'' Vivianne tried comforting her, massaging her shoulders.

Beth leaned into her touch. ''Thanks, Viv. You’re the best.''

It felt like forever before Y/N and her family arrived, but eventually, the doorbell rang. The couple exchanged a quick glance before making their way to the hallway. As they opened the door, they were met with a smiley Y/N, decked in an Arsenal training kit, accompanied by her mother and father.

"Hi, everyone! Welcome back in North London! Nice to see ya, how are ya?'' Beth initiated a hug with the younger girl, happy to see her in her full Arsenal spirit again.

Y/N smiled into the hug, briefly caressing Beth's back. ''I'm good, and you?''

''Good as always. Come on in, the weather isn't the best.'' Beth urged the family in, greeting her parents, while Vivianne said her welcome to Y/N.

''Hey, Viv.'' Y/N said, as the Dutchwoman wrapped her arms around her.

''Thank you for having us. Your home looks lovely!'' Y/N's mother complimented their house, glancing around the corridor.

''That's very kind of you, and we're more than happy to have you here.'' Beth responded, motioning for them to follow her further into the house.

The family of three politely followed the couple, observing the place as if it were a museum. Beth tried to ignore their faces, not wanting to be able to read off of their expressions what they were thinking.

Vivianne noticed, and subtly stroked her back- letting her know she was right there with her.

''Do you guys want anything to drink? We have tea, coffee, water, soda,...?'' Vivianne offered, pointing at the kitchen.

Y/N's father declined, politely shaking his head, but thanking Viv. His wife sweetly asked for a tea of Viv's choice, and Y/N opted for the glass of water. Vivianne glanced at Beth who, similarly to Y/N's dad, shook her head- too nervous to consume anything.

While Vivianne disappeared into the kitchen, Beth gave a swift tour of the house; showing where everything was without too much unnecessary information. However, she did spend a bit longer lingering around the guest room and the small bathroom attached.

After the impromptu house tour, they all gathered in the living room. Vivianne returned with the drinks, handing a cup of tea to Y/N’s mother and a glass of water to Y/N.

The atmosphere was one mixed with curiosity, anticipation, and nervousness.

Y/N’s mother was the one to break the light tension. ''So, firstly, we wanted to thank you for your offer. It’s very generous and we really appreciate it.''

''No problem at all.'' Beth brushed it off, not the greatest at accepting compliments.

''We, as parents, find it important for her to be able to focus on her career, while also having a stable life outside of the pitch. Those both sides of her life are essential to one another; a good personal life will help in football, and vice versa.'' Her mother stated.

''And if she were to stay with you two, she’ll still have some sorts of independence away from home, while still having the support she needs.'' Her father chimed in.

Beth and Vivianne nodded attentively. ''Yeah, we completely understand that. She can also carpool with us to training, and she can travel with Beth during the international breaks.'' The younger one of the couple said.

''That would indeed come in handy, eh? Miss No Driver’s License?'' Her mother teased, resulting in a small push from the youngest.

''We just hope it’s not too much of a burden for you. You’re a young couple, we’re sure you would want your space.'' Her mother continued, voicing her concern over Beth and Vivianne’s personal space.

''It’s really not a problem at all. The guest room doesn’t get used anyway so it will finally have a good purpose, and we would love to have her around more.'' Beth smiled at the girl, relieved as Y/N reciprocated.

''I think it would work well. I mean- I’ve been at the club practically my whole life, and you also live closer to most of our teammates so I’ll see them more as well.'' Y/N voiced her opinion.

Beth and Vivianne exchanged pleased and relieved glances, excited to hear her positive response.

As soon as there was an agreement on the offer, they discussed the formalities of Y/N moving in. When she would be moving in, discussions about any allergies or diets, her school work (contrary to what Beth believed, the girl indeed would continue studying), how they would handle things money-wise- Y/N’s parents insisting the couple should be given some kind of financial compensation for the time their daughter stays with them, and all other stuff. Y/N's parents, seeming more at ease with each passing minute, voiced their appreciation for Beth and Vivianne's willingness to provide a supportive environment for their daughter.

The practical conversation was followed up by a more casual and laid-back talk, asking about their upcoming vacation to Greece, how Beth and Viv’s families were doing, what they thought about the upcoming Arsenal season, etc.

As the meeting drew to a close, both parties felt a sense of relaxation and assurance regarding Y/N's potential move. Y/N and her father had already headed outside when Y/N’s mother subtly halted Vivianne and Beth in their tracks. ''I know we’ve said it a lot, but we are very grateful that you’re doing this.''

''It’s really no problem. Y/N’s a lovely girl.'' Beth nodded.

''She really liked it at City, but she was always talking about how she missed playing in the red and white colors.'' Her loan to Manchester City had been a mixed experience for the young player.

Vivianne pouted at her words, while Beth sighed, understanding the sentiment. ''She’s back home now. Our Gunner.''

''Yeah,'' Y/N’s mother chuckled, ''we trust that you’ll take great care of our girl. She really looks up to you two, so this means a lot to her, and to us as well,'' she said with a soft smile.

The couple nodded. ''Absolutely. We’ll treat her like she’s our own child,'' Beth added, and they all shared a laugh.

''No, but seriously, we’ll make her feel at home,'' Vivianne assured her.

''Thank you, girls, and enjoy your vacation- you’ve deserved it,'' Y/N’s mother bid them goodbye, stepping outside to join her own family.

''Thank you, Miss Y/L. Have a safe trip home, okay?''

The family exchanged appreciative smiles. ''We will, thank you.'' She replied warmly before they made their way to their car and were back on their way home. The couple watched until they were out of sight, a strong hold on one another.

As the door closed, Beth let out a relieved laugh. ''Well that went well, don’t you think?'' She turned to her partner, the Dutch’s eyes reflecting a mix of joy and excitement.

Vivianne grinned. ''Yeah, and her parents really seemed to trust us. Y/N also seemed genuinely happy about the idea.'' The youngster’s stance on this had been the most important to them, wanting to get the feeling she genuinely wanted this.

The Brit nodded. ''I hope so, I just want her to be comfortable.''

Viv squeezed her. ''We’ll make her feel at home, liefie. Just like we promised. It’s a bit like parenting, but instead of a crying infant, we get a cool teenager.''

Beth laughed. ''Yeah, and one that plays great football as well. We’re lucky gals.''

''Absolutely, we hit the jackpot.''

On the agreed-upon date, the day before the official start of pre-season, Beth and Vivianne eagerly awaited Y/N’s arrival. Most of her stuff had been already dropped off in their home, so to make it easier for her and them to transition into the new living situation. As both of Y/N’s parents weren’t allowed to take time off of work- much thanks to the European Championship- Y/N would take the train and would be picked up by Jen and Kim, the Scottish pair offering to drive her from the station to the Meadema household.

''Alright, orphan child, let’s bring you to your new mummies.'' Jen had teased her once they got in the car.

As the doorbell rang, signaling the much-anticipated moment, Beth rushed to open the door, while Vivianne took her time to follow her girlfriend into the hall.

The trio stood there, Kim and Jen holding her stuff while Y/N immediately greeted Beth with a hug. ''Meado!''

''Hey, darling! Welcome home now, eh?'' The older one said excitedly, giving the young girl a kiss on her hair.

Vivianne greeted her two other teammates before turning to the strikers. ''Y/N! How you doing?'' Instead of waiting for Beth to be done hugging her, Viv pulled her arms around both women.

''Good, and you?''

''Yeah, I’m fine.'' The bright smile on the girl’s face was infectious, her teammates mirroring her expression.

Once both her new housemates let go of her, they all walked into the house. ''How was the train ride?'' Vivianne asked, taking Y/N’s coat and hanging neatly on a wired hanger.

''Uh, it was a bit delayed, but it wasn’t too busy, so it was okay.'' She answered, having a curious look around their house again as if something drastic would have changed in the two weeks that had passed since she first visited them.

Jen and Kim let out big sighs as they put her stuff down. ''We managed to safely deliver your package, Meado. Don’t we get some kind of reward for that?'' Jen quipped, Y/N giving her a light slap on the arm for referring to her as if she were an Amazon delivery of some sort.

''I agree! She’s in one piece and with a smile on her face.'' Kim added.

The group shared a laugh. ''How about we treat you to some dinner sometime this week?''

Jen raised an eyebrow at the proposal. ''Anywhere we want?'' Beth nodded. ''No budget limits?''

''Within reason, Jennifer. We’re not made of money.'' The Brit grinned.

'’You just became European Champion, I’m sure you got a nice cheque, Meado.'’ Jen continued teasing. ''Anyway- shouldn’t the young grasshopper pay since we’re all doing this for her?'' The Scot turned to Y/N.

The young girl’s eyes widened. ''Stealing money from a minor? Wow, Beattie.'' She joked, getting a laugh out of them.

''Minor? You just turned 18!'' The defender exclaimed.

Y/N teasingly rolled her eyes. ''Age is just a number. That’s what you taught me!''

''Alright, you don’t have to pay! But next time you wanna go out with us, I’m saying no, since you’re still a minor.'' She stuck out her tongue, taunting the young girl with her own words.

''Who says I even want to go out with you guys, you’re all super old.'' Y/N retorted, being met with a bunch of protests.

The banter continued, creating a lighthearted and joyful atmosphere in the Meadema household.

#meadema x reader #woso x reader #beth mead x reader #vivianne miedema x reader #arsenal x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #awfc x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #engwnt

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entitled-fangirl · 17 days

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Miller baby.

Pre-outbreak!Joel Miller x reader

Summary: the reader goes into labor.

Warnings: pregnancy, tooth-rotting fluff

Masterlist

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Any day now.

Their sweet Miller baby was due at any point.

Joel wasn't sure about all of it at the beginning, but as he saw Y/N swell by the day with his child, he became more open to the idea.

Especially after Sarah's reaction when they told her the news:

"OH MY GOD, I'M GETTING A SISTER?" She yelled in the living room.

"OR a brother," Joel reasoned, "Can't say for sure yet."

"It's a girl, though." Sarah nodded, "I can feel it."

He laughed, "You can't feel nothin'."

…

Now the due date was approaching. 5 more days. Y/N was settled on the couch, breathing heavy, as she had been doing the entire week before as well. While she had intended to wait on Joel's arrival from work, the call to sleep had become too strong and won her over.

Joel entered the house, setting his bag down rougher than he meant to. He threw his keys on the table by the door and shrugged off his jacket.

Expecting Y/N to have greeted him at this point, his eyes finally started to take in the room.

She was fast asleep at this point.

He smiled, cursing himself for being loud before.

He quietly shrugged off his shoes and tiptoed to the couch where she laid.

She glowed, even asleep at 9 months pregnant.

He couldn't help running his fingers out her forehead softly to push the hair from her face.

Her eyes opened softly at the feeling.

"J…Joel?" She asked groggily.

His smile brightened.

"Hi, darlin'."

She sits up and rubs her eyes, "When did you get home?"

"Just now. Don't worry." He rubs her thigh gently.

She nods and swings her legs to the side of the couch.

Joel's eyebrows furrowed, "What are ya doing, hon?"

"I'm gonna get up and make dinner." She says like it's a normal thought.

He laughs, "The hell you are!"

She's taken back by his tone, "W…what?"

"Oh, hon. I'm sorry." He cups her face, "I was teasing. I don't want you getting up and around like that just on account of me. I can make dinner."

She shakes her head, "But Sar-"

"Sarah will be fine." He reasoned, "She's staying at a friend's house tonight."

"Oh," she relaxed. "Okay. Well, you've worked hard today, so I'll-"

"Hey," he grabbed her hands gently. "Hey. Just…. Stay there. I'm not gonna let you."

Her face dropped, "Why not?"

Joel smiled sweetly, "Sweetheart, I've got it. You relax. I'm making dinner."

She nodded, "Okay, but I need to get up, anyway."

He nods and grabs her arm to help her up.

She lets out a little grunt and her eyes close in pain.

"Hon?" He asked, worriedly, "You hurtin'?"

She sighs and nods her head, "'m fine."

"Contraction?" He asked.

She nods.

"How far apart, darlin'? Talk to me." He says, pulling her close on the couch.

"I don't know, Joel," she says. "Maybe… six minutes?"

"SIX?" He yells, "Jesus. C'mon. We're going to the hospital."

She immediately pauses and breaks out a sob.

His face softens, "Oh." His voice sweetens, "Oh, darlin'. What… what's going on?"

"I.. I CAN'T DO THIS!" She sobbed.

"Sweet girl, c'mon." He sighed, rubbing her stomach softly. "You can do this. You're gonna be a great mother. You already are with Sarah."

"I love Sarah," she whines through the tears. "I just can't do this."

"Well, that's the only way we can get the baby here."

She sniffles, "I'm not strong enough to do this, Joel."

He smiles, "Darlin'. We'll just take you to the hospital. They know what they're doing."

She wipes her tears and nods, "Okay… okay."

"Alright. I'll grab the bag, you just get in the car."

…

"You're doing it. Good girl. You're doing so good." Joel sighed in her hair.

"Alright. Now push." The doctor said.

It felt like her body was being ripped in two. But at least the baby would be here when she was done. That was what she was telling herself.

Joel brushed her sweaty hair from her forehead. "Almost there, darlin."

The sound of a baby crying relieved the both of them.

"A healthy baby boy."

Y/N smiled sleepily. Joel felt his breath leave his lungs.

"He has your hair, Joel." Y/N smiled at the sight of the baby.

"You've made the prettiest boy, darlin'."

"We did."

"Yeah, we did."

…

Sarah had to refrain from screaming in joy at the sight of her new baby sibling.

"Oh. My. God." She whisper yelled.

Joel helped Y/N further into the house. "C'mon. Let's sit you down."

She slowly sat on the couch and grunted.

Sarah ran to Joel, who had the baby carry on his arm. "He's really ours?!"

Joel laughed, "Yeah, he's ours."

"I'm gonna be the BEST older sister, I promise!"

Y/N laughed next. "Wanna go change his diaper?"

Sarah's face dropped, "Nevermind. I'm good. I'll just be mediocre." And she ran from the room.

Joel couldn't hold in his laugh as he set the carrier down. "You sleep. I'll take the baby."

Y/N smiled, "Thank you Joel."

He sat on the couch next to her. "'Course. I knew you could do this."

She sighed and closed her eyes, "I love you, Joel."

"I love you, darlin'."

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#joel miller imagine #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller tlou #joel tlou #joel miller #the last of us hbo #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fanfic #the last of us #tlou #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal

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sasuhinamonth · 29 days

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SASUHINA MONTH 2024 Prompts and Artist of the Year!!!

Fellas.

It's time!

Welcome to 2024! In June, we'll be hosting SHMonth2024! Thanks all for following along with us during our journey! Your patience and enthusiasm keeps us going, and we appreciate all of you!

As always, let's start with our Artist of the Year for 2024!

Mods of the SasuHina Month Event work hard to not only keep up to date with the happenings of our little part of the fandom, but we also carefully consider all our beautiful SasuHina creators! This year's Artist of the Year is always creating beauty with their works, and we want to shine a light on that!

Everyone, please congratulate Pongalia for her hard work and for being this year's SasuHina Artist of the Year!

Our dear artist always brings awe to everyone who sees her art! As you can see above, she makes the most beautiful, capturing art! Her talent is inspiring, and she's known across the fandom for her beautiful shading!

Please visit her X/Twitter to show her some love! She deserves it for all her hard work and passion!!!!

Now . . .

The time has come.

As a quick reminder, this years theme is Opposites Attract (very fitting for these two, if you ask us). SasuHina Month 2024 is happening in June, so (hopefully) you all will have some time to think and plan!

Thanks all for joining us!

We present to you: The Prompts of SHMonth2024!

Day 1

Beginnings & Ends | Inicios y Finales

New & Old | Nuevo y Viejo

Day 2

Silly & Serious | Bobo y Serio

Fail & Succeed | Fallo y Éxito

Day 3

Shy & Bold | Tímido y Audaz

Few & Many | Poco y Mucho

Day 4

Summer & Winter | Verano e Invierno

Humble & Proud | Humilde y Orgulloso

Day 5

Create & Destroy | Creación y Destrucción

Crying & Laughter | Llanto y Risas

Day 6

Friend & Enemy | Amigo y Enemigo

Empty & Full | Lleno y Vacío

Day 7

Pearl & Onyx | Perla y Ónix

Dawn & Dusk | Amanecer y Atardecer

Day 8

Hidden & Seen | Oculto y Visto

Loud & Quiet | Ruidoso y Callado

Day 9

Kind & Cruel | Amable y Cruel

Past & Future | Pasado y Futuro

Day 10

Angel & Demon | Inicios y Finales

Rain & Shine | Lluvia y Brillo

Day 11

Lost & Found | Perdido y Hallado

Color & Grayscale | Color y Escala de grises

Day 12

Cat & Dog | Perro y Gato

Tea & Coffee | Té y Café

Day 13

Glass & Stone | Vidrio y Piedra

Yin & Yang | Yin y Yang

Day 14

Early & Late | Temprano y Tarde

Far & Near | Lejano y Cerca

Day 15

Sweet & Bitter | Dulce y Amargo

Bright & Dim | Brillante y Opaco

Day 16

Apart & Together | Separados y Juntos

Deep & Shallow | Profundo y Poco profundo

Day 17

Smooth & Rough | Suave y Áspero

Admit & Deny | Admitir y Negar

Day 18

Freeze & Melt | Congelado y Derretido

Water & Fire | Agua y Fuego

Day 19

Love & Hate | Amor y Odio

Fast & Slow | Rápido y Lento

Day 20

Give & Take | Dar y Recibir

Adult & Child | Adulto y Niño

Day 21

Innocent & Guilty | Inocente y Culpable

Doubt & Trust | Dudar y Confiar

Day 22

War & Peace | Guerra y Paz

Yes & No | Sí y No

Day 23

Neat & Messy | Ordenado y Desordenado

Capture & Release | Capturar y Liberar

Day 24

Flowers & Weapons | Flores y Armas

Oblivious & Observant | Inadvertido y Observador

Day 25

Hot & Cold | Caliente y Frío

Rise & Fall | Ascenso y Caída

Day 26

Tall & Short | Alto y Bajo

Single & Married | Soltero y Casado

Day 27

Thoughtful & Selfish | Considerado y Egoísta

Forget & Remember | Olvidar y Recordar

Day 28

Magical & Ordinary | Mágico y Ordinario

Absence & Present | Ausente y Presente

Day 29

Attack & Protect | Atacar y Proteger

Always & Never | Siempre y Nunca

Day 30

Before & After | Antes y Después

Departure and Arrival | Partida y Llegada

#shmonth #shmonth2024 #sasuhinamonth #sasuhinamonth2024 #sasuhina #sasuhinamonth prompts #shmonth prompts

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riveroryn · 5 months

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He went into labor!

911: 911 what's your emergency?

Will: *a masculine voice breathing heavily speaks* Uh.. hi .. I think my water just broke. I'm 9 months pregnant.

911: Okay, remain calm. Tell me your name and location. We'll send an ambulance out right away.

Will: okay... Hooo hoo... *huffs as a contraction begins* Will... 331 Strenbook Avenue.

911: Okay will, breathe for me. In an out. Are you having a contraction?

Will: *his voice breaks* yes 😖 hoo hoo hoo

911: breathe, breeeathe. How far apart are your contractions?

Will: 3 minutes apart. *The contraction ends*

911: Okay Will, tell me, is there anyone who can assist you right now or are you alone?

Will: I'm alone.

911: Okay Will, that's fine. I need you to listen very carefully. Do you feel an urge to push?

Will: a little...

911: Okay. I need you to try and resist that urge as long as you can. Do you have a mirror?

Will: okay 😢 I'll try. Yes, I do.

911: Will, I need you to remove your pants and use the mirror to give yourself an exam. Can you do that? I need you to tell me if you can see the baby.

Will: oh my God... Okay. I think I can do that. *he removes his pants with difficulty and grabs his mirror. A contraction interrupts him.* OH! AH! Owwww 😖😖😖

911: Will, breathe for me. Breathe through the contraction, I know it's so painful. In through your nose and out through your mouth.

Will: have to pushhh...

911: NO! Don't push! Help is almost there. BREATHE WILL, BREATHE.

Will: ahhh! 😖😖😫 *He gives a small push.*

911: Will are you pushing?!

Will: yes! 😫 *His voice sounds strained and panicked*

911: I need you to pant for me. Okay? Pant, will.

Will: *pants until th contraction ends*

911: good, Will. Good. Now, I need you use your mirror and tell me if you see the baby.

Will: *he positions the mirror and takes a look. The baby has started to crown. He's sweating and in pain.* I see the head! Oh my God... That's my baby.

911: okay Will, change of plans. The baby is coming out and we can't stop it. On the next contraction I need you to take a deep breath and push as hard as you can. Wrap the baby in your clothes. I'll be right here with you.

Will: okay 😭 *sobs* OH! OH! AHHH *he has a strong contraction*

911: Okay, Will. Deep breath. PUSH.

Will: hnngg aagghhh!!!! 😖😖😖😫😫😫😭 *Will pushed as hard as he could. The baby's head crowned wider and wider stretching his opening. He let out a hideous yell in pain, his voice strained*

911: keep going! Push push push! You can DO this! Is the head coming out?

Will: AAAGGHHH YES! THE HEAD IS ALMOST OUT. *Will pushed like hell. The head emerged slowly and difficultly but he kept pushing. He screamed and screamed in pain*

911: Good, keep pushing! Push! Push, Will! PUSH!

Will: HNNNNGGGAHHH!!!!! AHHH!!!! OH GOD!!!! AHHHH!!!!!!! *He gave a humongous push. He let out the most gut wrenching scream and the baby stretched him impossibly wide. He pushed and pushed and the head finally came out.* The head is out!!!!!

911: good, Will. Tell me, is the cord in a safe position? Can the baby breathe?

Will: *he checked carefully in the mirror and with his fingers. The baby was safe.* It's fine! *His voice was exhausted*

911: Good. You just need to push out the shoulders and it'll all be over. Are you ready?

Will: I think so. Oohhhh 😖😖😖😖 *the contraction began*

911: okay, you can do this. Take a deep breath and push AS HARD AS YOU CAN. 3, 2, 1, PUSH! PUSH! PUSH!!!!!!

Will: HNNNGGG AHHHH!!!! HRAAAGHHHH!!!! GAHHHH!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *He pushed so hard he shook with effort. He looked and sounded so primal with each push. A look of pain and strength on his face. He was sweating and his face turned red each time he pushed. The veins on his neck stood out. He pushed and pushed and PUSHED. FINALLY the baby slid out with a gush of fluid* oh! Oh my God... It's out. It's a girl.

911: you did it! Amazing job, Will. Is the baby breathing okay?

Will: she's perfect

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lila-lou · 12 days

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✨ His only exception - Pt. 18/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Something that could count as rape, Smut, Language, kinda cheating, dominant Ben, Ben being Ben - WELL, HE´S A WARNING HIMSELF

Word Count: 6158

A/N: This is part 18 of “His only exeption”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As the rest of the team returned home, Annie took it upon herself to search for you, knocking softly on Ben's door.

"Hey, have you seen (Y/N)?", she called out, her voice muffled through the wooden door. "I've been looking for her everywhere".

Ben's annoyed groan reverberated through the room as he responded to Annie's inquiry. "Fuck off, she's sleeping", he barked, his voice louder than intended, causing you to shift slightly in his arms.

Annie frowned at his curt response, concern evident in her voice. "Is everything okay in there?", she asked, her tone tinged with worry.

Ben sighed, his irritation palpable as he gently brushed your hair to soothe you back to sleep. "She's fine, just exhausted", he muttered, his voice low and gruff. "Now, if you don't mind, I suggest you fucking leave before I tear you apart".

Annie recoiled slightly at his threat, but she knew better than to push further. She backed away from the door, leaving you and Ben in peace.

Ben stubbed out his joint, his movements careful as he stood up with you cradled in his arms. With a soft grunt, he made his way over to his bed, settling you down gently on the mattress before tucking the blankets around you snugly.

Ben pulled on just some sweatpants before heading out to the kitchen, leaving you sleeping peacefully in his room. In the hallway, he found Annie and Hughie, who had been eagerly awaiting his return.

“What?”, Ben snapped, his tone dripping with irritation as he glared at them.

Annie raised an eyebrow at his hostility. “Just checking on (Y/N)”, she replied calmly. “We heard some commotion earlier”.

Ben scoffed, his lips twisting into a sneer. “She’s fine”, he retorted dismissively. “Now get out of my sight before I decide to do something you’ll regret”.

Hughie exchanged a worried glance with Annie, sensing the tension in the air. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s okay”, he added, his voice hesitant.

Ben’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “I said she’s fine”, he growled, his patience wearing thin.

Annie couldn't help but match Ben's attitude with her own. "Geez, Ben, no need to be such a grump", she retorted. "We're just trying to make sure our friend is okay. If that's too much for you to handle, maybe you should take a chill pill".

Ben's jaw clenched at her sass, but before he could respond, Hughie stepped in, trying to diffuse the tension. "Come on, Annie, let's give him some space", he suggested. "We'll check in with (Y/N) later".

With that, Annie and Hughie turned around, leaving Ben alone with his thoughts and his simmering anger.

Ben grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen before retreating back to his bedroom. He took a seat in his chair, propped his feet up on his desk, and started to drink, his gaze fixed on your small, naked body sleeping peacefully on his bed, wrapped in his sheets.

As he watched you, a mixture of emotions flooded through him—anger, desire, protectiveness. He took a swig of whiskey, the burn of alcohol easing the tension in his muscles as he tried to make sense of his conflicting feelings.

Despite his gruff exterior, deep down, Ben couldn't deny the sense of warmth that washed over him as he watched you sleep. You may drive him crazy at times, but there was something about the sight of you, vulnerable and innocent in slumber, that stirred something inside him.

He took another sip of whiskey, the amber liquid warming him from the inside out as he allowed himself a rare moment of quiet reflection, his eyes never leaving your form as you slept soundly in his bed.

As you stirred awake, a cold shiver ran down your spine, pulling you out of your slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you rubbed your eyes and glanced around the room, feeling the chill of the air against your naked skin. The blanket that had once covered you was now barely clinging to your body, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Your gaze fell upon Ben, who sat in his chair with a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. His eyes were fixed on you, his expression unreadable as he watched you stir.

A sense of unease washed over you as you realized you were practically naked in front of him, your body exposed to his intense scrutiny. You quickly reached for the blanket, pulling it up to cover yourself as best as you could, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping into your cheeks.

"Ben?", you called out softly, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you met his gaze.

"Mhmm?", Ben mumbled, tearing his gaze away from your body to meet your eyes.

You sat up slightly, your movements slow and labored, exhaustion evident in every line of your body. With a voice barely above a whisper, you spoke, your words barely audible due to the soreness in your throat.

"Why are you still awake?", you asked.

Ben's jaw clenched slightly as he regarded you, his expression unreadable. "Couldn't sleep", he grumbled, his tone gruff.

You bit your lip, a nervous habit in the presence of his intense gaze. "Come to bed, Ben", you whispered.

But he shook his head, his jaw still tight. "I'll stay here", he replied curtly, his voice betraying none of the emotions swirling inside him.

You sighed softly, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling in your bones as you stood up slowly, the blanket still draped around you. With determined steps, you made your way over to where Ben sat, his eyes following your every move.

Gently, you reached out and took the bottle from his hand, placing it aside as you stood between his legs, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

Ben's hand sneaked under the blanket, pulling it lazily aside to get a perfect view of your naked body. His eyes trailed over your skin, and he couldn't help but notice the blue bruises covering your hip bones, evidence of his roughness from earlier.

His thumb brushed over the marks as he held you by your hip, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin. Without a word, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and pressed your naked breasts against his stomach as you hugged him tightly.

"I'm cold", you whispered softly, your voice barely audible as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Ben didn't push you away, but he didn't exactly reciprocate the hug either. He tolerated your actions, his body tense beneath yours as you sought warmth in his embrace.

"You should go back to sleep", he muttered. "I'll be fine".

You sighed softly, knowing it was pointless to argue with him. You could sense the underlying turmoil within him, and you wished there was something you could do to ease his burden.

"I'm not leaving you alone", you insisted quietly, your arms still wrapped around him. "Not when you're like this".

Ben's jaw tightened at your words, but he didn't protest. He simply sat there, allowing you to hold onto him.

You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, your radioactive chest does have its perks", you teased, a faint smile playing on your lips. "Like providing me with some much-needed warmth".

Ben huffed a small laugh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Guess it's good for something", he conceded.

You settled against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you.

As you drifted back to sleep, Ben lay an arm around you, pulling the blanket over your back, his touch gentle despite the weight of his exhaustion. He let out a heavy sigh.

After a while, Ben carefully lifted you from his lap, cradling you in his arms as he carried you back to the bed. With a tenderness that belied his usual demeanor, he laid you down gently on the mattress, ensuring you were comfortable before joining you.

Curling up beside you, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest.

With a final sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift into a deep and much-needed sleep, knowing that you were safe and sound by his side.

The next morning, you stirred awake to find Ben still sleeping soundly beside you. His features softened in slumber, the lines of tension from the previous night smoothed out in the light of morning.

You couldn't help but admire the peaceful expression on his face, a stark contrast to his usual hardened exterior. With a small smile, you gently brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, watching as he shifted slightly in his sleep, but didn't wake.

You carefully slipped out of bed, pulling one of Ben's shirts over your body for modesty as you made your way out of his room, trying not to disturb his peaceful slumber. The fabric hung loose around your frame, offering a sense of comfort as you tiptoed out of the room, leaving him to rest undisturbed.

You ran into Hughie and Annie in the hallway, who seemed relieved to see you up and about.

“Hey, (Y/N), everything okay?”, Hughie asked, his tone laced with concern.

You nodded, feeling a slight tremor in your hands as you spoke. "Yeah, I'm feeling much better now", you replied, your voice still hoarse. "Ben actually took great care of me".

Annie and Hughie exchanged surprised glances, clearly not expecting to hear that. "Really?", Annie asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

You nodded again, offering them a small smile. "Yeah, really", you affirmed, hoping they would drop the subject.

As you stood there in the hallway, Annie and Hughie seemed to be processing your words, their expressions a mix of surprise and confusion.

Annie spoke up first, her tone still skeptical. "Well, I guess that's a surprise", she remarked.

Hughie nodded slowly, seeming unsure of what to make of the situation. "Yeah, I guess so", he murmured, his gaze shifting between you and Annie.

You could sense their disbelief, but you knew what had transpired between you and Ben. Despite everything, he saved you.

You shifted slightly, feeling the need to break the tension in the air. "Anyway, I think I'm going to go take a shower", you announced.

Annie nodded, her expression still wary. "Yeah, sounds like a good idea", she replied, her tone cautious.

With a nod, you headed towards the bathroom, leaving Annie and Hughie behind in the hallway.

As you stood in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on breakfast, you heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. You turned to see Ben emerging from his room, his presence immediately catching Butcher's attention.

Butcher's gaze narrowed as he watched Ben enter the kitchen, his expression unreadable.

You tried to act normal, offering a casual "Good morning, Ben", but he only grumbled in response, grabbing a pancake before retreating back to his room.

Butcher raised an eyebrow at Ben's behavior, then turned his attention to you and Annie. "What's up with him?", he asked, his tone suspicious.

You shrugged, exchanging a glance with Annie. "Who knows?", you replied, trying to brush it off. "He's probably just not a morning person".

Annie nodded in agreement, though her expression hinted at concern. "Yeah, probably", she added, though her eyes lingered on Ben's closed door.

As Butcher scrutinized Ben, he remarked, "His mood's worse than usual".

MM chimed in, "Yeah, he's always a prick, but today he's on another level".

As everyone began to eat, the conversation turned to the urgent matter at hand: finding Homelander. Ideas and strategies were tossed around the table as pancakes disappeared from the plates.

Butcher took the lead, outlining a plan that involved gathering more intel and coordinating with their allies. Hughie and Annie listened intently, offering their insights and suggestions.

As the night settled in and everyone drifted off to sleep, you found yourself unable to shake the unease that had settled over you since Ben's distant behavior earlier in the day. With a quiet resolve, you made your way to his room.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you reached his door, and you hesitated for a moment before mustering the courage to knock softly, hoping he would hear you.

The door creaked open, revealing Ben standing there, his expression more annoyed than you had ever seen it. "What?", he grumbled, his tone sharp with irritation.

You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat at his harsh demeanor. "I-I just wanted to check on you", you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ben's scowl softened slightly at your words, but his irritation still lingered. "I'm fine", he muttered curtly but stepping back to let you into the room.

You hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, feeling a sense of unease settling over you in the tense atmosphere. "Are you sure?", you asked softly.

Ben's jaw clenched as he turned away from you and reached for his joint on the desk.

"I said I'm fine", he snapped and lit up the joint, inhaling deeply before exhaling a cloud of smoke.

You watched him silently, unsure of how to proceed in the face of his hostility.

Ben glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he noticed you still standing there.

"What are you waiting for?", he sneered. "You gonna keep standing there looking stupid, or are you gonna do something useful and get naked?".

You were taken aback by his blunt request, but you tried to overplay it with a hint of sarcasm.

"Wow, Ben, you really know how to charm a girl", you muttered, your tone laced with irritation. "There are definitely more romantic ways to start this".

You tried to keep your voice steady, masking the slight hint of anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Ben chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Romantic, huh? You think I give a fuck about romance?", he retorted. "Just get on with it or get out".

You bristled at his dismissive attitude, but you knew arguing with him would only make things worse. With a resigned sigh, you began to undress, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation settling in the pit of your stomach.

As you stripped off your clothes, Ben's gaze remained fixed on you.

Once you were completely naked, you stood before him, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his gaze. "Happy now?", you muttered.

Ben's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes darkening with desire. "Ecstatic", he replied sarcastically. "Now get over here".

Reluctantly, you approached him.

Ben leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you approach. "Get on your knees", he ordered, his voice commanding.

You hesitated for a moment, your throat still sore from the previous night's rough encounter. "Ben, my throat…", you whimpered softly.

"I don't care", he replied curtly. "You wanted to be here, now do as you're told".

Reluctantly, you sank to your knees before him, feeling a sense of resignation wash over you.

As you knelt before him, Ben's expression darkened, his impatience evident as he watched you. With a rough gesture, he grabbed your hair, pulling you closer to him.

"Open your mouth", he commanded.

You complied, parting your lips to accommodate him, feeling a mixture of apprehension and resignation washing over you, as he guided himself into your mouth.

With a determined effort to ignore the pain in your throat, you began to suck him, your lips wrapping tightly around his hardness. You focused on the rhythmic movement, trying to find a rhythm that pleased him. His grip tightened on your hair, guiding your movements as he groaned softly in satisfaction.

Despite the discomfort, you did your best to pleasure him, swirling your tongue around his shaft and taking him deeper into your mouth with each stroke. You could feel him growing harder in response, his breaths becoming ragged as pleasure coursed through his body.

"Keep going", Ben instructed, his voice low and husky as he took a drag from his joint, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Don't stop".

You nodded obediently, your focus solely on pleasing him as you continued to work your mouth along his length. The smell of his smoke mixed with the scent of his arousal, filling the air around you as you lost yourself in the task at hand.

As you continued to suck him, you used your tongue to swirl around his shaft, alternating between gentle licks and more insistent strokes. You took him deep into your mouth, feeling the weight of him on your tongue as you moved back and forth.

Meanwhile, Ben leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed in bliss as he enjoyed the sensation of your mouth on him. He took another drag from his joint, the smoke curling lazily around him as he savored the sensation of your lips and tongue.

With a rough tug, Ben pulled you to your feet, his grip firm as he turned you to face his desk. As he pushed you down, your torso laying on the surface, he stubbed out the joint with a grunt.

"Enough of that", he growled. "Time for the real fun".

You braced yourself against the desk, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension coursing through you.

Ben, in no mood for gentleness, swiftly pulled down his sweatpants.

With a forceful thrust, Ben entered you roughly, causing you to yank forward and emit a sharp whine of discomfort.

"Take it", he growled.

As Ben squeezed your already bruised hips, you couldn't help but whimper again, the pain shooting through your body like a jolt of electricity.

"Fuck", he muttered, his grip tightening as he began to move with relentless force.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle another whimper, as the intensity of his thrusts sent waves of discomfort and pleasure coursing through you.

"Ben, please", you gasped, the discomfort becoming unbearable as your hipbones met the edge of the desk with each of his forceful thrusts. "Slow down".

But Ben ignored your plea, his movements growing even more aggressive as he continued to pound into you.

"Ben, I said slow down!", you exclaimed, your voice tinged with frustration and pain. "You're hurting me".

But Ben only grunted in response.

You clenched your teeth, trying to endure the discomfort as best as you could, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to bear.

"Ben, please", you pleaded, your voice cracking with emotion. "I can't take it like this. Slow down".

His grip on your hips tightened even more, and you winced at the added pressure.

But this time, your words seemed to break through his trance. He paused, his expression clouded with irritation.

"Stop whining", he snapped. "You wanted this, didn't you?".

Your heart sank at his callous words, the pain in your body matching the ache in your heart.

Using the moment of pause, you summoned all your strength to push him away, shoving him back with all your might. He stumbled backward, surprise flickering across his face as he caught sight of your teary eyes and trembling legs.

“What the fuck?”, he exclaimed, his tone incredulous as he regained his balance.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Ben!”, you snapped, your voice laced with anger and frustration.

As you quickly began to dress yourself, your hands shaking with anger and hurt, Ben followed suit.

"What's your fucking problem?", he growled, his voice dripping with irritation.

“I’m serious, Ben”, you said firmly, your voice trembling with emotion. “If I tell you to stop or to slow down, you have to listen!”.

Ben scoffed, his expression darkening with disdain. “You think you can tell me what to do?”, he retorted.

“What the hell is wrong with you today?”, you demanded, frustration boiling beneath the surface of your words.

Ben’s jaw clenched, his gaze hardening as he met your eyes. “Nothing’s wrong with me”, he snapped.

"You hurt me, Ben!", you exclaimed, your voice tinged with both anger and hurt.

Without another word, Ben stormed out of the room, leaving you standing there, feeling a mix of frustration and betrayal. After a moment of hesitation, you gathered your things and left the his room.

About an hour later, Annie knocked at your door just as you snuggled under your blanket, trying to find some comfort after the tense encounter with Ben.

"Hey, (Y/N), are you okay?", Annie's voice sounded concerned through the door.

You sighed heavily, feeling drained from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. "Yeah, I'm fine", you replied, your voice muffled by the blanket. "Just had a little disagreement with Ben, that's all".

Annie's voice was filled with sympathy. "I heard you yelling", she said softly. "Do you want to talk about it?".

You hesitated for a moment before responding. "No, it's okay", you said, your voice shivering slightly. "I just need some time alone".

Annie paused for a moment before responding. "Alright, but if you need anything, I'm here", she said reassuringly. "Take care of yourself, okay?".

As you curled up under the blanket, the events of the day replayed in your mind like a relentless loop.

Anger, frustration, and hurt swirled within you, making it difficult to find peace. Ben's dismissive attitude and rough treatment lingered in your thoughts, leaving you feeling vulnerable and betrayed.

As Ben made his way to the next strip club, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The events of the evening with you lingered in the back of his mind, but he pushed them aside, seeking distraction in the familiar chaos of the club. The dim lights, pounding music, and scantily clad dancers provided a temporary escape from his troubles, allowing him to lose himself in the moment.

Ben settled into a plush couch in the front row, his eyes scanning the stage as the music pulsed through the club. The air was thick with anticipation, and he relished the freedom to indulge his desires without restraint. The supes on stage moved with an otherworldly grace, their movements captivating and hypnotic.

As the first dancer approached, Ben's gaze locked onto her, his jaw tensing with anticipation. Here, in the midst of the exotic and alluring, he could forget about everything else, if only for a fleeting moment.

As a girl approached him, her eyes lighting up with recognition, a sultry smile played on her lips. She moved closer, her body swaying with a mesmerizing rhythm as she leaned in towards Ben.

"Soldier Boy", she purred, her voice low and seductive. "What can I do for you tonight?".

Ben's lips curved into a smirk as he looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her curves. "Just entertain me", he replied, his voice laced with a hint of command. "Show me what you can do".

The supe girl nodded eagerly, her movements becoming even more enticing as she danced before him, eager to please him in every way possible.

The girl moved closer to Ben, her body swaying in time with the music as she straddled his lap. Her hands traced tantalizing patterns along his chest, sending shivers down his spine as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.

With practiced precision, she began to grind against him, her movements fluid and hypnotic. Each sway of her hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his senses overwhelmed by the sensation of her soft skin against his.

As the music pulsed around them, the supe girl's movements grew more intense, her hands roaming boldly over his body as she pressed herself against him.

The girl leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered seductively, "You know, Soldier Boy, I can give you so much more backstage… I want you to fuck me… hard".

Her words sent a surge of desire coursing through Ben's veins as he looked into her eyes, his own dark with anticipation. "Lead the way", he growled, his voice low and husky with desire.

With a sultry smile, the supe girl took his hand and led him towards the backstage area, her hips swaying enticingly as she walked. Ben followed eagerly, his mind racing with anticipation of what was to come.

Feeling discomfort coursing through your body, you struggled to find a comfortable position in bed. With little whimpers escaping your lips, you decided to get up and make your way to the bathroom, hoping to find some relief from the pain.

Each step was a reminder of the soreness between your legs, making you wince with every movement.

Once in the bathroom, you searched for some pain relief, hoping it would ease the throbbing ache between your legs.

You rummaged through the medicine cabinet until you found a tube of soothing cream.

With careful movements, you applied the cream to your sore flesh, wincing slightly at the tender touch. The cool relief it provided was a welcome sensation. Closing your eyes, you leaned back against the bathroom counter, hoping that the cream would bring some relief and allow you to finally get some rest.

As your eyes flickered to your bruised hipbones reflected in the mirror, the sight made you wince, a fresh wave of discomfort washing over you. You couldn't help but wonder why Ben had acted the way he did, his roughness leaving both physical and emotional marks on you.

Sighing softly, you leaned closer to the mirror, studying your reflection as if searching for answers. But the reflection staring back at you offered no solace, only a silent reminder of the pain and confusion swirling inside you. Closing your eyes briefly, you pushed aside the troubling thoughts, focusing instead on the present moment and the hope that the cream would bring some relief.

As Ben was pushed lightly into the makeup room backstage, the girl's grin widened, her eyes flickering with excitement.

"You ready for some fun, Soldier Boy?", she purred.

Ben's lips curved into a smirk as he leaned closer to her, his gaze smoldering with desire. "I'm always ready", he replied, his voice thick with anticipation.

The girl wasted no time taking the lead, her movements fluid and enticing as she closed the distance between them. She pressed her body against his, the heat of her skin igniting a primal desire within him.

"You like what you see, Soldier Boy?", she teased, her hands trailing over his chest with a playful smirk.

Ben's breath hitched as he felt her touch, a low growl escaping his lips. "I like it a lot", he admitted.

With a primal growl, Ben tore away the scanty garments that barely covered the supe´s body, his desire consuming him as he pushed her roughly onto her knees. With swift movements, he stripped off his own pants and boxers, his throbbing member springing free, ready for action.

With practiced ease, the girl took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft effortlessly. Her tongue danced skillfully around him, eliciting groans of pleasure from Ben as she expertly pleasured him. Her eyes remained locked with his, a look of intense desire burning in her gaze as she worked him with expert precision.

Despite the girl's impressive skills, Ben found it difficult to shake the image of you from his mind. Groaning with frustration, he pulled her up, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he pushed her against the wall. Her ass was on full display, and she eagerly pushed her hips back, wiggling her ass enticingly as she waited for him to take her from behind.

Ben's grip tightened on her hips as he positioned himself behind her, his cock throbbing with need. With a primal growl, he thrust into her with force, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

"You like it rough, huh?", he grunted, his voice husky with desire as he pounded into her relentlessly.

She moaned in response, her hands bracing against the wall as she pushed back against him, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor.

"You're so big", she whimpered, her voice filled with ecstasy as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of him filling her completely.

Ben's movements became more aggressive, his pace quickening as he drove himself deeper into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room.

"You want it harder?", he growled. She nodded eagerly, her desire matching his own as she begged for more.

As the supe moaned loudly, her voice echoing like something out of a porno, Ben couldn’t help but feel annoyed by the exaggerated display. Her exaggerated noises grated on his nerves, reminding him of what he truly craved – the soft, genuine whimpers and moans that escaped your lips.

Despite her enthusiastic performance, Ben found himself longing for the raw, authentic connection he shared with you. He missed the way your body responded to his touch, the way your breath hitched and your skin flushed with desire.

Ben tried to shake off his thoughts and feelings, focusing instead on the supe beneath him. With a determined grunt, he began to fuck her harder, his movements rough and relentless as he sought to drown out the memories of you.

As he thrust into her with increasing intensity, the girl's moans grew even louder, her body trembling with pleasure. But despite his efforts to lose himself in the moment, Ben couldn't shake the nagging feeling of discontent that gnawed at him from within.

Her legs began to shake, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to keep up with his relentless pace.

"You like that, huh?", Ben grunted. "You're just a filthy little slut, aren't you?".

The supe girl moaned in response, her nails digging into the wall as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of him filling her completely.

The supe girl's pleas filled the room as she begged Ben to go harder, her voice a desperate melody of desire and ecstasy.

"You want it harder?", Ben growled, his grip on her hips tightening as he driving himself deeper into her with each powerful thrust.

With a mixture of pain and pleasure, the supe girl cried out, her body trembling with the force of his movements as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensation.

Ben grunted in frustration as he struggled to reach his peak, his movements becoming more aggressive with each passing moment. With a growl of annoyance, he resorted to using more force, his hand coming down hard on the supe girl's ass, leaving a red mark in its wake.

Despite his efforts, Ben found himself unable to release, the nagging feeling of dissatisfaction lingering in the back of his mind.

With a final grunt of effort, Ben finally reached his climax, his release spilling forth as he pulled out abruptly. Without a word, he turned the supe girl around forcefully, pushing her down to the ground.

"Take it", he growled, his voice rough with exertion as he unleashed his pent-up frustration, his hot seed splattering across her face in thick, white ropes.

The supe girl gasped as she felt the warm liquid coating her skin, her eyes wide with surprise and arousal as she looked up at Ben.

"Fuck", she breathed, a mixture of excitement and satisfaction in her voice as she licked her lips.

As Ben pulled up his jeans, his mind still swirling with thoughts of you, he couldn't help but let out a scoff of disdain.

"You're lucky I even bothered", he muttered, his tone dripping with arrogance as he looked down at the supe girl beneath him. "Most girls would kill for a chance like that".

The supe girl bristled at his words, a hint of indignation flickering in her eyes as she scrambled to her feet.

"Whatever you say, Soldier Boy", she shot back, her tone defiant as she straightened her clothes.

Ben rolled his eyes, dismissing her with a wave of his hand as he turned to leave the room.

As Ben's mind continued to revolve around you, he pushed open the door to the apartment, his steps heavy with uncertainty. Despite his anger and frustration, a part of him longed for the familiar comfort of your presence.

Quietly, he made his way towards your room, his heart pounding. He hesitated for a moment before opening the door and stepping inside, his eyes searching the room for any sign of you.

Ben's gaze softened as he spotted you curled up in the sheets, sound asleep. Relief flooded through him, momentarily easing the tension in his muscles. He stood there for a moment, watching you sleep, a mixture of emotions swirling inside him.

As Ben watched you sleep, a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions churned within him. He couldn't deny the fierce care and affection he felt for you, a feeling that surpassed anything he'd ever experienced before. Yet, at the same time, he grappled with a sense of frustration and self-doubt, unable to fully express his emotions in the way he desired.

Despite his tough exterior, deep down, Ben knew that he cared for you more than just for the physical connection you shared. It unsettled him, this vulnerability, this longing for something more meaningful than just casual encounters. In his mind, he felt like a fucking pussy for allowing himself to feel so deeply, for admitting that he wanted more than just the physical intimacy you provided.

He needed to calm down and distract himself somehow. Somehow he had to let his feelings out and he did it in his own way. In the only way he knew how. Sex. Rough sex.

With a heavy sigh, Ben turned away, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. He knew he couldn't keep denying his true feelings for you, but the fear of vulnerability held him back, trapping him in a cycle of frustration and longing.

The next day, Hughie took charge of breakfast, bustling around the kitchen as he prepared a hearty meal for everyone. The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, coaxing you out of your slumber.

As you entered the kitchen, the sight of Hughie's culinary efforts brought a smile to your face. Despite the tension that had lingered in the air after last night's events, it was reassuring to see everyone coming together for a morning meal.

Butcher's gaze lingered on you as you entered the kitchen, his brow furrowing in concern. "Why are you walking so funny?", he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

Just then, Ben joined the kitchen, his presence causing a subtle shift in the atmosphere. His eyes briefly met yours before he turned his attention to Hughie's cooking.

Ben watched you closely as you made your way to a free chair, your movements slow and deliberate. He couldn't help but notice the slight stiffness in your gait, a subtle indication of discomfort. However, you did your best to act as though everything was normal, masking any signs of pain.

Butcher grinned mischievously. "What's the matter, (Y/N)? Got a little too adventurous last night?", he teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

Frenchie glanced at Ben, his expression unreadable as he observed him closely.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, embarrassment flooding through you as Butcher's words hit their mark.

"Uh, no, nothing like that", you stammered, trying to play it cool despite the blush creeping across your face.

Annie's keen eyes caught the subtle tension between you and Ben as he took a seat beside you.

"So, what's the plan for today?", she asked casually, though her eyes remained fixed on the two of you.

Butcher's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, drawing everyone's attention. "Homelander is back at vought", he announced, his tone resolute.

Ben's gaze snapped up at the mention of Homelander, a glint of determination in his eyes. The memory of what Homelander did to you fueled his desire for revenge, his jaw clenching at the thought.

As thoughts of Homelander raced through your mind, your heart began to pound with a mix of fear and anger. Sensing your unease, Ben subtly reached under the table and rested his warm hand on your thigh, offering a silent reassurance without needing to exchange words.

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A/N: Well, I know it´s a lot, but please don´t hate me ._.

Part 19

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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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spillways - panic

-simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

-warnings: mentions of ptsd, angst, bit ooc!ghost

-word count: 1.5k

-summary: after a year of working loosely alongside the 141, you are deployed on your first ground mission. trying to navigate having to work with a team and your lieutenant who seems set on getting a rise out of you.

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a/n: alright so I'm planning on making this a slow burn, we'll see how long that lasts, I'm trying so hard to be normal about ghost but at the same time I can't so, here you go. :)

I wonder to myself,

could life ever be sane again?

You thrust yourself awake, alarm bells ringing in your head, something was wrong, something felt off. Faced with the darkness of your bedroom you shift your weight to glance around, nothing out of place, no noises aside from the occasional car alarm, but the buzzing, the buzzing was loud. Your head filled with the buzzing that seemed to have no end and no beginning, turning over you see the time, 3:44 am, staring back at you with that obnoxious, bright red gleam, sighing to yourself 2 hours of sleep isn’t so bad.

Raising yourself from the bed you’re met with a cold breeze shit, the window was open, striding towards the wall to close it with a loud thud, you hated this apartment, it was old, nothing worked, and the floors creaked under any sort of movement, it didn’t feel like home. You manage the strength to walk to the kitchen and turn on a lamp, growing accustomed to residing in low light, rarely did you ever have your space fully illuminated. You pour yourself a cup of coffee and begin your day, you didn’t have much to do around the apartment considering the only thing on your agenda was to show up to base for deployment, but you still had 4 hours to kill. You occupied yourself with meaningless tasks, tidying the living space even though it had barely anything in it, you had bought the apartment 3 years ago but spent less than 9 months actually living there, it was simply a means of habitat between deployments. Truthfully you don’t know what to do with yourself if you aren’t off in some desert, or mountain range on a mission.

Finally, the clock read 7:15, you figured you had waited an adequate amount of time pacing around the apartment, so you got dressed in some casual clothes that were appropriate for any form of the tactical situation, grabbed your bag and left for the base. You made the drive often enough that it felt like your brain was on autopilot, muscle memory telling you where to turn and when. But you were right, something was off, the buzzing in your head was persistent, and your thoughts ran rampant, usually, you were halfway decent at getting your mind to quiet down, focusing it on whatever task you were assigned, but without some sort of obstacle, you found anxiety begin to bubble in your stomach. You weren’t nervous, not for a standard op, you had run through missions like this a handful of times, and you knew what to expect, what you needed to do, this was something else. Were you nervous to work directly with the 141? You had been assigned a posting with them for a little over a year now, but you never worked with them, only ever as the eye in the sky, providing aid only when deemed necessary, this time you would be on the ground with them, working with them, surviving with them.

Your thoughts occupied your time, and when you reached the base you felt like you had only been driving for 5 minutes. 7:47, enough time to sneak in, you weren’t close with the team, not like how they were with each other, they often invited you to the local pub after a successful mission but you always declined, giving them some excuse along the lines of you being too tired to stay out, most of the time they wouldn’t argue, but you could always feel a gaze staring daggers at the back of your head when you decided to not spend time with them. They meant well, you could tell, but you weren’t looking for another person to ask about your history, or why you joined the force, and you certainly weren’t looking for any sympathy, reducing yourself to a life of seclusion outside deployment.

You made your way to the briefing room, stunned to see that almost everyone was already there, everyone except one person, the only other person who found any sort of comfort in the shadows alongside you, the Ghost. Price waited another few minutes while the guys entertained themselves, recalling a few drunken stories they found amusing, Soap explaining to Gaz why he’s banned from 6 separate pubs in Manchester alone. At 7:56 you saw the door open, and the unmistakable mask breeze in, he was hard to miss, tall and broad, but quiet, always quiet. He found his place near the back of the room, settling himself to lean against a desk.

Turning your attention to Price, trying to focus on the information he was presenting, something about a cartel, and illegal weapons trading in Mexico. You couldn’t focus, not with the buzzing in your head, you tried your best, Ghost noticing the way you constantly adjusted your stance to try to hear Price better. Finally, the brief ended, and you could barely remember a thing the Captain had said aside from “meet at the heli deck 1600 hours.” Inching forward to grab a folder from the table so you could actually study what the assignment was, you felt a strong hand grab your elbow. Glancing up, Ghost was there, invading your space.

“You alright Sargeant?”

“Fine Leuitenent, why?”

“You seem agitated or something” He releases his grip on your elbow as he feels your muscles tense.

“Just tired, didn’t sleep well”

“I know the feeling, go rest, you have time” is all he says, and then he leaves.

You stop for a minute, fiddling with the edges of the folder in your hands, the buzzing is gone is all you can think, as you turn around to catch a glimpse of him, but he’s gone.

For the first time today, your thoughts are clear, no alarm bells, no buzzing, there’s clarity, and you don’t know why. You chalk it up to the difference in humidity, or atmosphere around the base. But even in the clarity, you can’t sleep, you tried, laying down on your cot for nearly an hour, trying to will your body to rest, but it was useless, it’s hard to rest when you’re always in survival mode. Instead, you decide to take your efforts to the gym on base, choosing to put your thoughts to some use and beat the hell out of a punching bag.

Your knuckles are sore, your legs are cramping up, and you can begin to taste iron in your mouth, but none of these stop you. You continue your assault on the oversized bag of sand, forcing every ounce of energy into your punches and kicks.

“Thought I told you to rest” You didn’t hear him come in, but now, standing directly behind you, he’s hard to miss.

You keep facing away from him, centring the bag in front of you. “Couldn’t, thought my time was better spent here”

“You defied a superior's orders then?”

“A suggestion and an order are different Leuitenent”

“You always talk back? Tsk, that’s bad manners love” he asks, raising his arm to settle the bag in front of you, almost commanding your attention.

You turn to face him, finding his body much closer than you thought, you crane your neck to look into his eyes, they’re shrouded in black paint, his face concealed by the skull.

“You don’t intimidate me, sir”

“Why not, every other bloke on this base is terrified of me,” he says leaning down a little, enough so that you can feel the warmth of his breath over your cheek.

You press your lips to his covered ear, making sure he hears you loud and clear.

“I see right through the mask,” you say, as you pull yourself back to stare into his dark eyes, and for a moment, you swear you see the telltale signs of a smile from the crinkles that form beside his eyes.

“I’ll see you on deck Sargeant” is all he says, striding away from you and down the hallway.

You stand there, breathless, you’ve never spoken to anyone that way, let alone a superior officer, but you won’t let him scare you, at the end of the day he’s just another man, made of flesh and bone, he bleeds the same colour as the rest of them.

You return to your shacks to rinse off whatever sweat you worked up. Stepping out and checking the time, 3:30, shit, how long was I in the shower for. Quickly gathering your necessary equipment for travel you make your way to the deck, only to be greeted by the loud whirring of helicopter blades, and the booming laughter of one Soap Mactavish.

“Ye ready for some fun lass?” Soap asks placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

Before you get the chance to respond Ghost once again appears out of nowhere.

“No time to waste, get packed in”

Soap glances at you but your eyes are set firm on the Leuitenent, while little feelings of anger begin to form in your chest. Removing his hand from your shoulder, Soap steps into the heli and seats himself next to some of the other guys. You situate yourself near the back of the carrier, far enough that no one would attempt to make conversation with you. To your dismay, Ghost plants himself directly next to you, close enough that your knees are forced to touch. You’re willing him to move, and he doesn’t spare a glance in your direction.

This is gonna be a long ride.

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bloggingboutburgers · 2 months

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Am gonna miss the kinda content you had before. I know you’re v happy and good for you! But this blog used to be a rare piece of internet haven that wasn’t about relationships and dating and marriage. Now it is. That’s obviously my problem. I get it - your blog, your life. Am just sad is all.

Sorry if my recent life news made things scary – but I assure you, I don't plan to make my stuff about dating and marriage from now on! (Relationships in itself is a tricky one, since technically "relationships" is every single type of rapport a human being can have with another imo, but I don't plan to start talking about romantic relationships either, I have no idea how those work.)

Yeah, I'm planning to get married – but not with a romantic partner, with my queerplatonic partner. Considering the nature of our relationship I myself sometimes have trouble even saying we're "dating" because it's something different (though we do call our video call "dates", I'll give ya that). But even if they're not "my whole life" in a romantic sense, I really like spending time with them, we're oceans apart so we don't get to do so very often, and during and after the pandemic, the US placed a ban on my country that made it near-impossible for me to visit them for almost 2 years, and being scared of never being able to spend time with them again broke my brain really bad, so I vowed to take measures so this never happens again. So yeah, i'm planning to get married, but it's more out of necessity, as this is seemingly the only way we could stay in the same area permanently and the only way we could counter a travel ban like that if it happens again for any reason (as only spouses or direct relatives were allowed to visit each other back then). I hate that it means doing the thing© amatonormativity and archaic socail rules seem to push people to do all the time, but international rules are a bitch like that, so we don't have many more other options.

That said – my content already included stuff I do with my partner before, and our relationship isn't changing because we're engaged – we're still never gonna have sex, and I'm still not romantically attracted to them nor have I ever been. But I do like them a lot as a queerplatonic partner, and I wanna vibe the way I show us vibing and get to do so on a daily basis, not every 6 to 9 months and breaking bank every time I do.

So... Yeah, despite the surface value of the whole thing, I don't think being engaged makes me a counter-example. If anything I guess we'll be rep for a queerplatonic relationship that involves marriage, and we'll see how that works (if our respective governments even LET us get married at all). My views on my sexual and romantic orientations haven't changed and I don't intend to change my content any time soon. I'll keep being annoying to everyone about how the world doesn't need sex and romance for a long time if people will have me, cus I have way too much of a chip on my shoulder not to.

#anon #asexual #aromantic #aroace #yep i figured getting engaged would be a doozie cus there would be conclusions #guess i'll have to think of a proper digestible way to elaborate on that so people don't think i've gone allo #no offense to allos but me? over my dead body i'd go allo

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mousedetective · 14 days

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Homeless Disabled/Mostly Queer Family Needs Help...In The Home Stretch Now!

PAYPAL | AMAZON WISHLIST | KOFI | GOFUNDME

VENMO: @penaltywaltz | CASHAPP: $afteriwake23 | ZELLE: DM me for email address

4/5/24 - New Post!

Finally, I can update! I have been so busy running errands, getting documents, and taking care of things while we waited for our SSI checks to deposit. Unfortunately, more came out than we'd anticipated and we only had $700 to put towards finding a place ($825 now that we got a donation last night...thank you!). So we're putting that money towards apartment application fees and gas to check places out

Another unfortunate thing that happened was after getting a bunch of the cards I needed to replace, and getting my EBT set up again, I lost my wallet. Most of the stuff I can replace free of charge, I just need to wait at the Social Security office and talk to the benefits specialist next time she's at the shelter to replace my MediCal card. I can call Community Health Group and have them send another insurance card, but I REALLY need my ID. Fortunately, I have enough money to cover that at the moment, but yeah. This was a blow we didn't need.

So any funds we get from here on out will go to helping us apply for apartments that aren't low income that we could still maybe qualify for (also probably for more food later in the month...Lena still goes to Starbucks and I need to feed her while my mom and I eat at the shelter). Anything to help would be much appreciated, and I'm not setting a goal at the moment, but anything in $50 increments is much appreciated because most places are averaging $50 a person application fees, meaning I need to come up with $150 per apartment.

UPDATE: 4/9/24

So we might have an opportunity for a three bedroom house via Section 8 housing! We have a worker in the City of Encinitas who works with renters in Oceanside for housing and we have a house waiting for us, we just need Section 8. So any help we get RIGHT NOW will go to paying off bills accrued during the last month, two loans we have out, and help us start saving up for moving costs, as we have two large storage units full of all of our possessions in Fallbrook and one small unit in Carlsbad we'll need to clear out. But we're so close!

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sugolara · 1 year

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Feat. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

A series. Book One

cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, updates thursday/sunday, slow burn, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge.

Inspired by, ''The Walking Dead''

(ongoing)

playlist!

" Space Junk - Wang Chung " Wolf - First Aid Kit " Into The Black - Chromatics " My Life In Rewind - Eagulls " Hush - Trills " Bad Before Good - Dayone " Run Boy Run - Woodkid " You're So Cool - Jonathan Bree " So Bored - Gorgeous Bully " Operations - Duster " Blue Light - Mazzy Star " Civilian - Wye Oak " Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers " Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses " Skyfall - Adele " Struggling Man - Emily Kinney (original: Jimmy Cliff) " The Last Pale Light In The West - Ben Nichols " Up The Wolves - The Mountain Goats " Blackbird Song - Lee DeWyze " Be Gone Dull Cage - Kiev " Into Dust - Mazzy Star " Warm Shadow - Fink " Tomorrow Is a Long Time - Bob Dylan " Poison Tree - Grouper " Rhymes Of An Hour - Mazzy Star " You Are The Wilderness - Voxhaul Broadcast " Running - Delta Spirit " People, Turn around - Delta Spirit " The Lion's Roar - First Aid Kit " Pain - Boy Harsher " The Setup - Favored Nations " The Old Death - Ben Nichols " Revolution - Red Shahan " The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana " Beautiful Mess - Balian " The Day The World Went Away - Nine Inch Nails " Mr. Splitfoot - Paris Motel " Empty Words - Bowery Electric " No Longer Making Time - Slowdive " Step Away from the Cliff - Blue-Eyed Son " Paradise - Silverberg " Take Care (To Comb Your Hair) - Ty Segall " Glad I Had a Friend - Galt MacDermot " Machine Gun - Portishead " Shadows of Planes - Duster " No Peace at All - Aldous Harding " Save Us from Ourselves - Digital Daggers " I'm No Heroine - Emily Wells " Salt in the Wound - Delta Spirit " It's All Right - Sam Cooke " To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra " 6 Underground - Sneaker Pimps " Edge Of The World - Dayshell " Bye Bye Bye - School of Seven Bells " Arsonist Lullaby - Hozier " It's All Over - Johnny Cash " The Stars Just Blink For Us - Say Hi " Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division " Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Guns N' Roses " Runnin' Down a Dream - Tom Petty " Fly Like An Eagle - Steve Miller Band " You Are Not Alone - Mavis Staples " Welcome - Harmonia & Eno ‘76’ " Hope We Can Again - Nine Inch Nails " outside - Oneheart " sleepless - Odyzon " Alesund - Sun Kil Moon " Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd " Don Abandons Alice - John Murphy " Wicked Game - Chris Isaak " Rule of Rose OST - Playing Airship " 1908 - Repulsive " I Shall Cross This River - The Black Atlantic " Easy Way Out - Low Roar

table of contents:

Season 1: Episode 1: Begin Episode 2: Not alone Episode 3: Gone but not forgotten Episode 4: You belong in this world Episode 5: Because all life is precious Episode 6: Musutafu, we'll meet again Episode 7: Izuku: I'd always thought there be more time

Season 2: Episode 8: During these two weeks Episode 9: Diopside, like your eyes Episode 10: For the first time in a long time Episode 11: Almost complete Episode 12: Determined to survive, stay alive Episode 13: Fear Episode 14: Katsuki: You are going to beat this world

Season 3: Episode 15: Away with you Episode 16: Three months ago Episode 17: Slowly withering away Episode 18: Don't die, not yet Episode 19: How long before I’m alone Episode 20: Nothing else to lose Episode 21: Shoto: Everything you would be will be gone

Season 4: Episode 22: Trouble Episode 23: For however long that'll be Episode 24: Searching Episode 25: The fallen city Episode 26: Stay who you are Episode 27: All together Episode 28: F/n: With you beside me

Season 5: Episode 29: Here Episode 30: Cruel Episode 31: Too loud Episode 32: Back on road Episode 33: All is lost Episode 34: Safe in your arms Episode 35: And so it begins Episode 36: At stake Episode 37: Sorry or whatever Episode 38: Familiar eyes

Season 6: Episode 39: A relief Episode 40: Upcoming trouble Episode 41: Never to easy Episode 42: To good for death Episode 43: Old memories Episode 44: A stroke of luck Episode 45: Be aware Episode 46: Bait Episode 47: A thump in my heart Episode 48: Belong to me Episode 49: One step closer (Towards you)

Season 7: Episode 50: Sorston Episode 51: Tenderness Episode 52: Here to stay Episode 53: The start Episode 54: Crushed Episode 55: Reporting to duty Episode 56: Good morning and goodbye Episode 57: An end to sorrow, grief & regret Episode 58: On the move Episode 59: Confirmation Episode 60: The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

Season 8: Episode 61: Not who you were

to be continued...

Book two: To The One You Left Behind

taglist: @mikeyswifie @k0z3me @sky-angel101 @stevenknightmarc @nahwajinswhore @mn-0p @a-helen113 @azrral @mary-jinx @chixkadee @flowers-4-you

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 18 days

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Currently Watching - April

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 16.04.2024

A little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

I am happy about gif-requests 🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

Tracking: #josistag

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in April with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. 25 Ju, Akasaka de 🇯🇵 (1/10)

They were fellow students and now they have to play in a BL together. One of them is two years older and popular. For the other one, this is his first big role and he needs it, so he is determined to to anything he needs to do, to be a good actor. Even when this means to find a partner and fall in love to be able to play the role perfectly. Why not try to find a sex-partner? And why not have your co-star as a sex-partner? Well, we'll see how this works out...

2. Cityboy_Log 🇰🇷 (11/?)

Soon-to-be Idols, actors and models vlog their days of photo shoots and meetups and how they fall in love with each other. It is surprisingly good and the acting is excellent. It really feels like a "real" vlog and that is what we are all here for. I really enjoy those four men on my screen. I don't know when they show new content. It was said they'll be back in march... well... guess not.

2. Deep Night 🇹🇭 (3/8)

his is everything I was expecting, so it didn't disappoint, I guess. To be honest, I watch this for First. I guess he would have chemistry with a stick, soooo this is nice. And I hope the story, at least stays like this and won't get worse... Update: This show is a mess 😂 there is so much going on all at once and at the same time nothing really happens? It is so confusing, yet very entertaining. But Wela, my dear, it is totally okay to be pissed if one fucks with you, while you are so drunk you can't remember shit the next day... Just a thought.

4. Kare no Iru Seikatsu 🇯🇵 (2/8)

Kazuhito has no girlfriend and the ones he had, broke up with him, because they felt he likes someone else... Who might that be?... The story is simple, I guess? (But perhaps not that simple... The preview for ep 3 looks interesting.) Childhood friends are forced to move in together after spending time apart. One is a little bit naive and is trying to find out why girls breaking up with the most charming and handsome guy he knows and the latter is in love with the naive one and in the end they have their happy ending. I like it. I want to see their growth.

5. Love Is Like A Cat 🇰🇷 (6/12)

Okay, Uno is just a bad character. He feels empty. I have no emotional connection to him. Everything feels... rushed and strange. What is this show? It is really not that good. I skipped half of the episodes. JM is cute and he is doing a decent job. I watch only for him. But not the flirting between the vet and him. This feels kinda awkward...

6. Only Boo 🇹🇭 (2/12)

Okay, I just take back what I said last week! This is fucking cute! Moo is adorable and his flirting is not yet unhinged, but it will be soon and I am here for it. And Kang is such a big cutesy with his big brown eyes. I really enjoyed the second episode and I am looking forward to such a "light" watch on my cozy sundays.

7. Unknown 🇹🇼 (9/12)

The story about found family, childhood trauma and struggling topped with a lovestory between "brothers". They aren't really brothers so I really don't care and just enjoy this forbidden and hurtful lovestory to the fullest. This is exactly what I hoped for! The longing, tension and hurting is so good! This week there was a letter and a life-death-situation and Qian is confronted with his emotions over and over again. He knew Yuan loves him, but now he knows how much he really does. He was the last and only thing Yuan thought of, when he faced death. And both are willing to die for the other. The love between them is real and strong, but Qian is afraid and can't just let his heart decide over the head, yet. And this hug? I felt that. I lived in that hug, even though nothing could fit between those two! So many emotions!

8. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (17/36)

Those two flirt a lot and are a married couple. Everyone knows that. And I love and enjoy that! Overall this is such a fun watch and the different sects and intrigues are sometimes a little bit confusing, but interesting. I love this world of martial arts and I love how protective Wen Kexing is over Zhou Zishu.

Finished in April

Series

My Strawberry Film 🇯🇵

This is what I call a love triangle. And the fact that the screenwriters worked for Eien No Kinou or Jack o'Frost promised some heartbreak and teenage angst. And they delivered. I really like this series. And I felt so many emotions, especially for Ryo. And I really loved the ending. No fake relationship and no unrealistic confessions, just some teenagers in love and being friends. And I think Hiraku was such a sweet friend in this last episode. He apologized and he finally recognized Ryo's feelings for him. And I believe they stay friends in the future. It might be difficult, but a good friendship is worth fighting for. It has so much to do with respect and love for each other. It is a solid 8 out of 10 for me.

Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto 🇯🇵

The story about highschool sweethearts, who didn't have the chance to enjoy their young love, because of horrible family backgrounds. Their story is devastating and I am happy they found their way back to each other. The story was good, the acting was good, I am in love with Furuya Robin, which is nice, and the side characters were special (shoutout to Yuto!). I wish there was more "passion" from Miyata, but I guess it is due to his character. Overall it was a good watch and I enjoyed it! A good 8 out of 10 for me.

Jazz For Two 🇰🇷

I love bls about music and about traumatic pasts. The second couple has my heart. I just love them coming together. Usually I hate this bully-trope, but with them, I kinda enjoyed it. Perhaps because Jooha always looked like a hurting puppy. Overall the homophobia in this one is strong and I think it is interesting to see them deal with their own feelings. Internal and external homophobia is such a big thing in all their stories and I wish they had more time to show the developement from hating themselves to loving the other person and themselves. But in my opinion they made a good story and a good show. I like it very much. And what was that kiss in the end? Wow! A good 9 out of 10 for.

Movie

Short Film

Dropped in April

We are 🇹🇭

I dropped this after the first half of the first episode. There are a few reasons for that. First, I need some shows to binge on lonely sundays. And second, I just don't feel like watching this one. It was so quirky for me. Not my kinf od humor right now.

Looking forward to in April

Love is like a cat - Trailer (Apr 1st)

We are - Trailer (Apr 3rd)

Memory in a letter - Trailer (Apr 6th)

Grey Shelter (Apr 11th)

Kare no Iru Seikatsu - Trailer (Apr 12th)

The Spirealm (Apr 15th)

Boys be brave! (Apr 25th)

25 Ji, Akasaka de (Apr 19th)

Kimi to Yukite Saku: Shinsengumi Seishunroku (Apr 25th)

My Stand-In - Trailer (Apr 26th)

Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai VS Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko 2024

Knock Knock, Boys - Trailer

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