#I would love to learn some more dances in all honesty

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hiiii!!! i love, love, loveeee your writings!

if it’s fine, I’d like to request Valeria, Kate, Farah, and Price with an s/o who dances folklorico (traditional mexican folk dances) if you can! Im a folklorico dancer so it’d be nice to see how you would personally think these 4 would be lol ^^

Hello! Thank you! That's more than fine, but I had to do some research on it since I've never heard about folklorico before! I hope it's alright still!

Price, Valeria, Farah and Laswell with a Folklorico-Dancer!S/O

Price: He has never heard of folklorico before,but he’s always willing to learn about something new, especially if it’s something relating to you or your heritage. Or just about anything that makes you happy. So naturally, you brought up folklorico at some point and he asked you about it. While he can’t really imagine what it would look like just from your verbal descriptions alone, he does look into it when he has the time, thinking it would be something nice he could dance with you. As soon as he sees the footwork of those men and how they hold their hands behind their backs he’s thoroughly impressed, albeit a bit intimidated. Price would love nothing more than to indulge you in your culture, eat your food, speak your language, dance your dances, but this doesn’t seem like something he could learn overnight. He just knows he’ll topple and fall over if he tries. But nevertheless, he consults you since it does seem really fun. It’s very fast paced and the dresses, the gorgeous dresses, are very colorful. You can teach him if you want, he’s a pretty good student. Although it will take him some time to become your counterpart, he does his best to learn as quickly as possible. At first he will be content with just watching you, though. If you’re a professional dancer then he’ll go to your shows if he can. And if he can’t be there in person then he’ll try his darndest to be able to watch the show afterwards. Folklorico, in his eyes, is so elegant and mesmerizing, he’d be a fool to miss out on such a thing. Will ask you to dance with him every once in a while, he’s not really afraid of making a fool out of himself in front of you, as long as it’s just you.

Valeria: She knows about folklorico. She knows about it very well since it’s part of her culture. If you ask her about it, she’ll claim she knows how to dance. This, however, is complete and utter nonsense, Valeria can’t dance particularly well. Slow dances, yes, but nothing this fast paced. You can ask her to dance with you, she’ll always find an excuse to not do so and watch you instead. Sometimes, if you really insist, she might growl a bit and tell you off before watching you dance on your own anyway. Don’t get me wrong, though, she loves the fact that you can dance folklorico. While she may not be as connected to her culture, seeing you dance does fill her with some form of pride for Mexico. You look absolutely stunning, spinning and tapping away, no one could ever match you and your energy or your beauty. Although Valeria would absolutely love to dance some folklorico with you at some point, she knows she’d just make a fool of herself, so she leaves you alone, for the most part. However, you can count on her to get you the most jaw dropping dresses or suits in the entire country. You will look dapper whenever you’re on stage, that’s for sure. Like Price, she’ll try to go and see your shows when she can, but don’t count on it since she, too, is a very busy woman. Will also look for ways to watch your shows afterwards, and if she can’t then she’ll just have you give her a private show. As mentioned before, seeing you dance like this fills her with some form of pride, so, when you’re done and panting, she might just pull you in for a kiss and tell you just how well you did as you were dancing. Please continue to do so, she absolutely adores it.

Farah: She has never heard about folklorico before, but you can’t particularly blame her either, she spent her entire life in Urzikstan fighting for freedom, so she doesn’t necessarily know too much about the world around her. However, she’s interested as soon as you tell her you’re a folklorico dancer. Like Price, she won’t really be able to imagine what it is you do based on you telling her how you dance, but you can always give her a little demonstration. She’s absolutely blown away by your moves, regardless of whether you’re twirling around in your dress or stepping away in your suit, she loves it. Farah does try to dance with you as well, but be warned, she has no experience in dancing whatsoever since she never had the time to properly learn. So, in the beginning, you’ll both probably just be twirling and spinning around, but at some point she would like to learn about your dance and your culture so she can be a part of it as well. In turn, she’ll teach you about her culture as well since she does love sharing it too. However, Farah is a very quick learner. She’s very quick on her feet and is able to keep up with you sooner rather than later, so at some point you will be dancing together, she’s determined to do so. Although she might not have the time and resources to get you your own suit or dress, she’s more than happy to make do with whatever she has. Farah can’t sew either, though, so she will just be using whatever she has at home. Due to what she does, she likely doesn’t have the time to watch your shows either, not even a rerun. You’re just gonna have to convince her of your capabilities as a dancer in person, what a bummer. Might sometimes mimic your movements as you dance. Not out of malice, but one day she just wants to be as good as you are, that’s all.

Laswell: She’s heard about folklorico as well. In fact, she’s been to cultural festivals all around the world and likely has seen some couples dance it together on stage, even if she might never have really known the proper name for it. But she remembers having seen it before. As soon as you tell her that you know how to dance folklorico, she’s very impressed. It was rather fast paced, something that likely takes quite some time to learn, so she can appreciate your dedication to it. Laswell isn’t the youngest anymore, but she’s still got some moves. While I don’t think she’d be able to dance proper folklorico with you, she will come watch you instead. Another one, who gets you the absolute nicest clothes out there to dance in. Does get a bit jealous when she watches you dance with someone else, but she gets over it fairly quickly since she knows you and her are a thing, not you and the other person. Sometimes she wonders how you don’t get dizzy, but it’s another thing she can admire properly about you. You’re just so beautiful while you’re dancing, plus you look like you’re having fun, and that’s all that matters to her. Will also ask you to dance for her when Laswell’s mind is full and she needs a distraction from it all. It’s just so elegant and it looks like it would be so much fun. Eventually, she’d give in and ask you to teach her a bit. She’s not doing that bad either, though. She, too, has somewhat quick feet, but she also has the determination to learn. Not as good and quick as Farah, but she tries. Loves, loves, loves the fact that you want to share your culture with her, is always more than willing to learn about it. Besides, what’s more beautiful than learning about a culture that isn’t your own? Everything about it is so cool to her, she’ll thank you for introducing her to it more properly.

#cod #cod x reader #john price #john price x reader #price x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #mexico seems like such a cool place the more I think about it I am completely smitten by folklorico it seems so awesome #kudos to you for being a folklorico dancer it looks like it would take time to learn a choreography for that #but it's so elegant looking I love it #dancing in general is such a cool thing. cultural moving around that is so much fun as well #I wanna get back into dancing again at some point #but the next dance club is so far away that I can't go there after work and it's such a shame #I would love to learn some more dances in all honesty #I only know how to slow waltz and how to do the Viennese waltz #one day I wanna be able to do the Linzer Walzer as well though #I just really wanna be able to waltz well #waltzing is so much fun even if I do get dizzy very easily #but that's not what this is about! thank you for sharing a piece of your culture here! this was very cool to write!

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Anon here! I just saw that your requests are open for Batfam? If you’re still taking requests can you do a regency era Damian Wayne x reader. If you don’t want to do Damian I wouldn’t mind any of the batboys!

xxx

I am always taking requests (they're for my sanity) except for the next three days because I'm on a plane, busy, or sleeping :/

(for this fic, they are Bruce's biological kids) (not completely historically accurate. like at all. but i tried)

Masterlist

Jason Todd x (probably fem due to the law back then unless you want to dream that being gay was allowed in 1817 (some sources also state that lesbianism was never illegal, but I don't know for sure. Just found it interesting))!Reader

Regency Era AU

The poor man is being swarmed by potential— and in all honesty, very desirable— women and their family members who are desperate to introduce the most suitable option for his wife from their family line. Constantly ignoring beginnings of phrases such as "this is the honourable—" and "perhaps you would like to be introduced to my lovely daughter—", and with each one his jaw ticked.

You hide your smile behind your fan, gazing at him from across the ballroom. It is the marriage season and your childhood friend clearly hated it. But that was expected of him as the second son of Bruce Wayne, Duke of York and member of the royal family. Especially since the duke's eldest, Marquess Richard, had recently married a young woman, Marchioness Barbara.

Locking eyes with the green you have known for so long, you tap the top of your open fan. I wish to talk to you.

With abundant relief, he shoos off one particularly frustrating Earl and almost rushes to be by your side. "Thank you," he says sincerely, a smile stretching his face.

"Why do you not wish to talk to them?" you inquire, Jason's smile dropping subsequently. "They are fine young women, after all."

"They're boring," he sighs, "I do not wish to be married to someone who's personality is dull."

"They're not dull," you chide, and he raises a brow. "They are just taught to be agreeable and respectful, my Lord."

"If I asked them about my theory of a novel I am reading, they would simply say, 'Well if you think so, it must be true' and not..."

"Something like I'd say?"

"Exactly."

You suspect it's a common theme with the Waynes; they're seemingly more inclined to look for a spouse that challenges their opinions and joins them in their love of science— the recently wedded Wayne couple bonded over their love of physics, in fact. A quality like that in a women was usually seen as undesirable.

When you were younger and your father made you visit the Waynes, you learned about sciences that your father would've frowned upon; even the daughters, though there were only two, enjoyed the conversations like you did. With Jason and the youngest son, Damian, you would have lengthy conversations about the novels you were reading altogether; these conversations happened so often that their father was tired of having three copies of every novel he owned.

"I have an idea," Jason says, straightening to his full height beside you— tall enough for you to need to tilt your head up if you wanted to look him in the eyes (you always did— something that beautiful was designed to be looked at). "What if you and I get married?"

"You can't be serious."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

You consider him for a moment— you really do— and see no sign of a lie or joke behind his offer. And now that you think about it, it wouldn't be terrible. It was better than your father marrying you off to some old man you didn't know.

Or weren't attracted to.

"Usually there's a dance or two before the proposal," you point out almost teasingly, "And then courtship. For at least a few months. Don't forget, a man should dance with multiple women before deciding who he wishes to wed—"

"Fine," he sighs, rolling his eyes. Yet a small grin remains on his face. "Would you like to dance, then?"

"Hmm, let me think—"

Jason pointedly fake-yawns while playfully glaring your way.

"I would appreciate a dance, yes." And with that, he leads you to the centre of the ballroom, passing his father who watches the two of you with confusion as you begin to dance.

"Are they—"

"Relax, dear," his wife Selina interrupts while lightly leaning against him, also watching the two of you dance, a smile on both of your faces as you whisper quiet yet teasing words to each other. "Don't tell me you couldn't see it before?"

Her husband's silence answers for him.

#batfamily #batfam #batfamily x reader #jason todd x reader

[coralinnii]

❋ If you are a villain, then let me be your accomplice ❋ feat: Jamil genre: mild hurt/comfort, budding romance note: sequel to reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy AU Jamil ver, not gender specific reader, no pronouns used, villainess!reader gets sulky, 1.7k word count 

I liivvveee! For now, anyway. I still have my job projects and midterms are upon me but I finally found some time to myself so I hope you enjoy another addition to the Villain/ess!series. Jamil is such an intriguing character with such complex emotions.

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Be it luck or the universe finally giving you a break but you noticed that Jamil is starting to like you…or at least tolerates you a bit more than before. 

Since that fateful incident, the competent boy was more willing to be on your side and a lot more comfortable with you, even if it’s mostly reprimanding you. 

“You shouldn’t run in the hallways, you could trip and get hurt!” “Don’t touch those flowers, they have thorns! If you wanted some, just ask me” 

Jamil’s tone was harsh, but he always offered his hand to you to help you walk with your heavy garbs on and would give you the most beautiful bouquet of flowers that you keep in your personal guest room, one that the Asim family provided considering how often you come over. 

Because of your frequent visits, you have the blessing to see the hidden sides of Jamil that you never considered even with your knowledge of this fictional world. 

Like how his voice gets higher when he gets frustrated or surprised, or how animated he gets with his arms whenever Kalim does something spontaneous (which is pretty much all of the time). You especially like how he tries to hide his face whenever he gets embarrassed, especially after finding out how weak he actually was to sincere compliments. 

“Will you teach me to dance, Jamil? You look so cool when I see you” 

“I’m sure you can find someone much more capable than me” 

“Please? You’re so beautiful when you do it” 

“…If I have the time, then” 

“Yay!~”

In your bliss, you’ve forgotten all about your previous plans to leave this kingdom if not for your father asking you about your thoughts on some academies that were recommended to him by the Asim head. 

You wondered about that now. You wanted to leave this land in hopes of avoiding your bad ending with Jamil but with your growing friendship with both Jamil and Kalim, you feel more reluctant to leave them. You asked your father to give you some time and postpone your applications, just so you can rearrange your thoughts. 

Despite your predestined future, you were reincarnated into a luxurious life. Being a second-born in an established and rich family, you were not bound by responsibilities or expectations aside from noble standards. Your only job was apparently to marry well which could be stifling to some but you choose to ignore that in favor of enjoying your youth. Marriage talk is still far for you to consider and you have better things to worry about. 

Like wondering why Jamil is avoiding you again!

“Kalim, tell me the truth. Does Jamil hate me?” You asked your fair-haired friend who had a sudden feeling of deja vu. 

“There’s no way! Jamil really cares about you, I can tell” Kalim reassured you, pressing a fist to his chest in honesty. He had seen how much you matter to his dear friend. 

Kalim saw how meticulous Jamil was when arranging the bouquet with your favorite flowers, just because you wanted a singular one from the garden, and he was there when Jamil was trying to hide his smile when you were adamant to learn how to dance from him because you love how he looked when he danced. 

Jamil hating you? That’s crazy. 

“He won’t even be in the same room as me anymore” you rebutted, pouting as you were sure Jamil didn’t want it to be obvious that he was avoiding you, but you definitely noticed with how much you miss his company. 

“Then we’ll just make sure he will be!” Kalim yelled out, his expression screaming ‘I have a great idea!’. This worries you. 

Jamil was huffing, running through the hallways with as much caution as he could. A servant told him that Kalim requested him to come over to his room as soon as he could. Even if he knew the Kalim wouldn’t care if he was a little slow, as a servant of the esteemed Asim family he can’t ignore the supposed urgency for his assistance. 

Finally reaching Kalim’s room, Jamil took a few seconds to adjust his appearance before knocking on the door, announcing his presence. But Kalim did not respond from the other side of the door. 

“Young master Kalim, it’s Jamil” Jamil announced his presence again. Still no answer. 

Jamil let out a small sigh. Kalim must have fallen asleep while waiting, he assumed. Used to this situation, Jamil slowly opened the door and inspected the room. The room was quiet with no sign of the Asim heir. He looked over to the large bed that had its canopy curtains loose, covering the bed. 

“So I was right, Kalim did fall asleep” Jamil suppressed his exasperation as he walked towards the bed, pulling the curtains aside. 

“Young master Kalim, what did you need from me that was-“ 

To Jamil’s surprise, it was not Kalim but you sitting on his master’s bed, looking somewhat angry. The dark-haired servant started looking around the room presumably in search of Kalim and for him to explain this situation. But since he wasn’t here, you volunteer to explain yourself. 

“Kalim is currently in the village partaking in the weekly market,” you raised your hand when you saw the look of panic on Jamil’s face “He didn’t go alone, he has someone with him. That newly assigned tutor of his, I believe” 

Jamil looked visibly calmer but you could tell that he still had some questions swirling in his head. It’s strange but you don’t feel surprised by how much you could tell about Jamil, that’s just how close you felt to him. But apparently, that isn’t mutual. 

“I asked Kalim to call you on my behalf since you seem to be avoiding me.” 

“I assure you, I could never be so rude as to avoid you-“ 

“But it feels like it! You don’t talk to me anymore, and I haven’t been able to see you as often as we used to” you knew that you sounded very childish, in fact this whole conversation is childish but you didn’t want whatever was going on between you and Jamil to continue and maybe even someday break apart this new bond. 

“I just don’t want to drift apart from you” you whispered to yourself but Jamil with how keen he was, overheard your thoughts. 

The truth was, he was avoiding you. Some time ago, he overheard the conversation between your father and Kalim’s father about recommendations for oversea studies and found out that you wanted to leave this kingdom. Jamil felt a pain in his chest he didn’t expect. To his surprise, he found himself feeling sad over the idea that he may not see you again for a long time, maybe even forever. Unlike him, you were free to travel with nobody to chain you down or obligations to come back. You could walk out of his life and never return. 

Jamil didn’t like that feeling, so he decided he should nip this new friendship in the bud before it hurts even more. 

But there he was, second-guessing his choice as he watches the look of sadness on your face, confessing that the mere few days without him left you upset. But still, he crushed that doubt (and hidden glee in the shared sadness) and chose to put on a face of professional indifference. 

“I apologize for upsetting you but I’m sure there are more capable companions than I for you” Jamil spoke to you so formally, just like the days of your first meeting. “When you start your oversea studies, there will be a great diversity of people that will be worthy of your time” 

“Wait, when did you hear about my plans to go overseas?” 

Jamil's face paled as he realized his mistake. That was apparently not common knowledge amongst the servants and he just admitted that he knows because he heard something he had no right to as a worker of the esteemed Asim family. 

Quickly, Jamil fell to his knees and dropped his gaze to the floor. This shocked you and quickly rushed to the floor to pull Jamil to his feet when he spoke again. 

“I committed a crime. I overheard something that was not meant for my ears, therefore I will accept any punishment.” Jamil's tone was unwavering which scared you. A young teen like him speaking about punishment over a mere accident was a terrifying sight. What's more, he treated you less like a friend and more like an authoritative figure of his, which broke your heart.

“Jamil, I’m not going to punish you. And I never will!” You assured your friend, glancing to the door to make sure no one heard the two of you. “And Jamil, I haven’t decided if I want to study overseas” 

You just kept on surprising Jamil. 

“I thought about traveling to study but now…I don’t think I want to travel when I’m just going to miss you too much” you confessed your reasons before panicking slightly “and Kalim, of course! And my family!” 

To anyone else, they’d think you were being foolish. Who wouldn’t want to travel and experience the world? Even Jamil dreamt about it, where he wasn’t bound by his obligations and was free to go wherever he pleases, maybe make a name for himself rather than simply Kalim’s shadow. If he was honest, he envied you for being someone unbounded or shadowed by anything or anyone. 

Even with your embarrassing confession, you can tell that Jamil was unconvinced which left you exasperated before continuing on. “You and I finally got closer and I didn’t want to just suddenly leave like that. I know I’m being childish but that’s how I feel.” 

You were being childish, Jamil thought. There you go again being foolish and nonsensical as Kalim with your emotions controlling your thoughts instead of being level-headed. To refuse a chance to see the world just to keep a superficial friendship with a mere servant like him is crazy, ridiculous, absolutely stupid…

But why does he feel so warm inside? This bubbly feeling of happiness growing in his chest? 

“How irrational can you be? To forgo an opportunity like this for a mere servant like me…” 

“But you’re not some ‘mere servant’,” you puff out your cheeks over that self-deprecating comment, grabbing your friend’s hands and encasing them tightly in yours. “You are the one and only Jamil Viper, someone very important to me.” 

Without any way to hide his face, you got a glimpse of something rare. An embarrassed Jamil.

Bonus

"Hey Jamil..."

"Yes?"

"If I do think about traveling, would you like to come with me?"

"What would you need me for?"

"Just be there with me, enjoy the world together with me...like equals"

"...If I have the time, then...I would like that"

"Yay!~"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twst jamil #jamil viper #jamil x reader #villainess au

[alzirrx]

So apparently I’m the only person that actually liked the Tyler/Wednesday dynamic, despite a couple things, so I’m about to make an entirely uncalled for essay defending them because I became very emotionally attached in the one night I spent watching this show

To start, I liked how awkward Tyler’s character was right off the bat, because I feel like you don’t see that kind of character type as love interests in much media. A lot of the time it’s overshadowed for the Golden Retriever or Angsty Brooding Type™, and it was really refreshing seeing a different archetype as a love interest. The way him and Wednesday coupled together was always kind of awkward and uncertain, but it felt kinda more real that way considering that’s how a lot of high school romances start out. I really loved the idea of a kind of “baby hold my flower” dynamic between the two, crazy obsessive outcast gf/laid-back supportive normie bf who makes posters to cheer her on during her rampages

On the flip side, once the reveal happened there was so much potential. I wanted his redemption so bad. I wanted him to go back to how he was, while also letting loose more on his more angry feral side while also getting a scene where he got to be redeemed. I was waiting for him to turn to their side any minute, with a speech afterwards about how yes his actions were bad, and while they weren’t his choice persay he just might have enjoyed them, but that doesn’t mean he never liked her! That was all him! Because in all honesty I liked his sweet and caring side contrasted with her cold unfeeling demeanor, although I do see many arguments being made in favor of the serial killer/serial killer stopper dynamic which could be explored

And in terms of canon: the date was adorable, well thought out and showed he actually knew her (like how a scary movie wouldn’t actually scare her: a chick flick would), the way he liked her dancing at the Rave’N, how he always brought her quads, the birthday cake + coffee, all the little sweet gestures of his

(I know that’s only the things he did- but this post is more about him than Wednesday)

I’m fairness, the “I thought you were sending signals” bit felt a little out of left field since she acted the same the whole time, but I’ve learned from experience that if you like someone and you hope they like you back, you can basically turn anything they do at all into a signal

All I’m saying is, ship what you want, but I feel that they worked a lot better than some people give them credit for, and if he hadn’t have been the Hyde they would’ve been really good together, and they still could be

TL;DR, Wednesday x Tyler worked and would also have worked better under different circumstances

#wednesday #wednesday x tyler #wednesday addams #tyler galpin #wednesday netflix

[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

PORN ☆

Dominic Fike x Reader

porn star reader!

[warnings: smut, p in v, drug usage(both), reader might be a lil brat, like one use of (y/n), 'recording' sex, dom Dominic, degrading but with love, daddy kink]

[modern day Dominic I just want yall to know that.... bc he is so fine 😋]

[not proof read sorry in advance for any mistakes]

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To say you were proud of yourself would be an understatement.

you've always known you wanted to be in the entertainment industry, so as soon as you turned eighteen, you started stripping. you worked all the time, never spending the money you made because you lived at home with your mom. you focused on learning, if anything.

learning what men liked to hear so they'll spend money, but mostly learning about yourself. and what did you learn? that you were in love with entertaining, you loved shaking your ass and having people throw money on you, being the center of attention. having eyes on you.

When you turned nineteen, you took all the money you saved up and moved out. still dancing you started exploring more, finally losing your virginity and finding out you loved sex. cumming was literally the best thing you ever experienced.

you decided to start a twitter for fun, just posting videos of you shacking your ass at first.

you built a following over the year when you decided to move to California. you weren't really in the middle of the city, but you were close enough to still get action. you made some friends and on your 20th birthday they took you out to a club, were you had the best idea to start an only fans.

that night when you got home you ran to your bed and opened your laptop made an account and uploaded a video by the next morning. cumming at least three times before you tapped out.

this lead you to where you are now.

you've made a name for yourself in the porn industry while mostly making solo content. sometimes you'll connect with other porn stars and make videos, but you tend to stick to making videos by yourself.

you've completely stopped dancing and live as a full time porn star, even moving to other platforms. you love it.

it wasn't even about the money, honesty you were just a slut. you fucking loved cummming all the time. you loved it even more when you knew people were paying just to get off to you cumming. you especially loved the way people fucked you when the cameras where on.

you just haven't found the person to fuck you the way you needed when they were off, which is why you tend to stick to solo content.

but enough about that lets talk about where you are now.

☆

which is running late as you scramble to get your heels on before searching for the bag you took out for this outfit.

finally done running to grab your keys off of the hook as you walk out the door. as you lock it your phone rings making you groan. 'hello' you breath out walking to your car. 'don't hello me where are you' your friend Dominic asks.

you and Dominic's relationship was special to say the least. you guys meet through Instagram about a year ago. he was heavily active in your comment section before moving to your dm's. he was cute so you entertained it. you guys hit it off quite well and became friends quickly moving to irl .

you've been cool ever since and your currently heading to one of his shows as we speak.

'im heading out the door right now' you answer locking your front door. 'you gonna be here in time?' he questions making you chuckle as you sit, getting comfortable and buckling, letting your phone connect to your car. 'yes I am, I'll be speeding so you'll see me earlier.' you reply as you back out of your driveway.

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speed walking to his dressing room not knocking as usual you see Dominic at his mirror smoking a blunt, he looks over to you. 'so I wasn't here earlier' you laugh as you put your bag down giving him a hug while he sat. 'at least you haven't gone on yet' you say giving him a kiss on the cheek taking the blunt from his hand before going to sit on his couch 'you good baby' he said.

re lighting his blunt, takin a pull 'stop calling me baby Dominic' you tell him. tilting his head as he smiled 'you really gon keep playing wit me-' he questioned just before someone knocked on the door, letting him know he needed to go on.

letting out a laugh before telling you ''you better pay attention to his performance'' before he left.

☆

after his concert yall went back to your place to roll up and chill. your in your pajamas sitting on the love seat that's on your porch. taking the blunt from his fingers as he handed it to you. 'when you think you making another video wit someone?' he asked sitting across from you. taking a hit of the blunt and inhaling before answering 'I don't know I gotta find someone to film with' talking another hit of the blunt before handing it back.

watching his lips as he inhales the smoke, licking his lips after exhales. letting your eye drop to his adams apple as he speaks 'why you keep doing this?' he aks with a smile, bringing your eyes back to his face 'doing what?' you question licking your lips. rising from his chair taking another hit as he walks to stand infront of you.

blowing the smoke into your face before asking 'why won't you fuck me' taking his free hand and tucking your hair behind your ear before gripping your chin and titling your head up. bringing the blunt to your lips as you inhale. you bring your legs down and squeeze your thighs together as you feel your pussy getting wet. 'keep going' he speaks encouraging you to take a big hit before stepping back and putting the blunt out in the ashtray.

your eyes low and slightly teary from the hit you just took you watch him as him moves. following him like a lost puppy as he walks into your house on a mission. 'what are you doing?'you question your a little dazed trying not to focus on your need to cum. like the strongest need youve ever felt, all from a touch and some words.

he walks into your room as you sit on the couch. you can hear him moving around, but you stay put until there's silence. he finally exits your room before speaking 'can I fuck you?' he bluntly asks making your jaw drop. standing in front of you '(y/n) I'm so serious I've wanted to fuck you since I se-' he starts before you cut him off 'yes'.

a beat of silence passes before your in his arms lips on his. one of his hands hosting you up while the other grips your hair. one of yours rests on the back of his neck while the other cupped his face.

grinding your pussy into him to get and friction he makes his way to your bed room.

tossing you onto the bed making you whine at the loss of contact he turns his back to you grabbing something.

'Dominic what ar-' you get cut of by him shushing you as he turned around revealing your camera. 'smile baby' he says. to which you happily comply. you absolutely adored being on camera whether it was posted or not. 'aw look at that the cameras on and the slut is comming out' he says laughing.

'get undressed for the camera' he tells you getting closer as you pull your tank top over your head letting your tits out. squeezing them as you made eye contact with Dominic 'aw that's so pretty baby'. you can feel your pussy dripping as you let go of your tits and sit on your knees pulling your shorts down and off leaving you in your underwear.

Dominic's finally infront lf you getting a good shot of your boobs as he gropes them with his free hand. 'fuck baby you make me so hard' he says moving the camera up to your face. you haven't even been fucked yet and you look like your sex drunk already 'fuck me daddy' you say as you take his hand off your boob and pulling it down to underwear letting him feel just got wet you are.

Dominic lets out a groan and a 'fuck' before taking his hand out and walking into your closet.

he comes back with the tripod and sets up the camera facing your bed.

coming over to you he takes his shirt off throwing it somewhere before stepping out of his jeans you lay on your back raising your legs to take off your underwear Dominic following suit.

he was hard as fuck and he has such a pretty cock. gripping the base as he lazyly strocked his cock looking into your eyes 'how you want me to fuck your first baby?' he asked grinning widely as you let out a whimper.

flipping yourself over to lay on your stomach and pushing your ass up and towards him before looking back 'is this okay?' you questioned...

gripping your ass with one hand looking down at you. he thought you looked so beautiful ass up, one arm stretched gripping the sheet your other lazyly played with your clit as he rand the tip or his dick between your folds.

tapping your hand on your clit with the tip of his dick. 'ask me to fuck you' he demanded.

'fuck me Dominic' you moan out.

stepping back, grabbing the camera. recording you laid out for him before re taking his position.

getting shots of him dragging his fingers through your pussy collecting your juices before turning the camera to face him and sucking you off of his fingers.

facing the camera back to you before he spoke 'put me in you baby' he said making you whimper grasping his cock from under you and guiding him to your entrance desperatly trying you put him in 'so big daddy' you whine.

Dominic puts the camera on his shoulder and pushs your hand out the way. your about to say something he grips the base of his cock and rams into you.

'FUCKKK' you moan out. feeling him so deep in you as you grind your hips back. 'God baby' tossing the camera onto the bed Dominic grabs your arms bring your back to his cheast.

slowly grinding into you 'dom the.. camera' you breath out as he slowly fucks into you. 'what about it?' he questions bringing one hand to your neck. 'it..fuck.' you moan out as he brings his other hand to your clit. 'i-it cant-t see us' you barley get out as he speeds up his thrusting.

'it was never recording' he says before heavily picking up his pace fucking deep into you. reaching places you've never been touched before.

you can hear Dominic's moans and even him whimpering behind you.

'fuckkkkkk' you moan out.

feeling the pressure building in you about to snap 'dom- fuck.. im gonna cum' you manage to whisper as he pounds into you from behind.

ypu doubt he heard you. with how loud the sounds from how hard he's thrusting combined woth the sloshing sound from how wet ypur pussy is. not even to mention Dominic's moaning.

'can I cum in you baby?'he questions picking up his pace. 'yes daddy please' you scream feeling the cord in you snap.

vision going white you come to, hearing Dominic talk.

opening up your eyes you see the camera in his hands.

'we gotta film the next one baby'

#dominic fike #bimbo reader #dominic fike x reader #dominic fike x you #elliot euphoria #euphoria #x reader #x bimbo reader #bimboreader!

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Four Lessons for the Long Haul - What Long Covid has taught me on resilience

When the paramedics came for me in the sweltering days of May 2020 it didn’t feel real. I had just passed out in the heat and collapsed headfirst into a radiator. I’d seen paramedics attend to friends and relatives, but in my feverish state, it didn’t sink in that they would come for me. My youthful sense of invincibility quickly faded. I found myself unable to lift my limbs or produce full sentences, and interminable headaches left me in despair. The after-effects are still with me today, in the form of Long Covid.

Now that I have regained some energy, I would like to share some of the lessons that illness has taught me about enduring difficulty in the climate and ecological crisis.

Lesson One: We need courage, not hope

Let the pain be your fuel. Let your total rejection of the status quo give you the courage to transform your life, to stand out from the crowd, and demand transformative action.

Margaret Klein Salamon, Facing the Climate Emergency

For the first few months of my illness, I woke up every morning hoping that I would suddenly recover and have “my life back”. Rather than letting go of what I could no longer do, I kept trying to live as before. But this detachment from the reality of my situation only brought me more pain.

Once I had the courage to face the uncertainty of illness, I let go of anxiously awaiting a miraculous recovery, and relaxed into my situation. In facing my pain and isolation I was able to accept them. They are a state of exile and vulnerability that can be a source of strength for navigating our bittersweet world.

The same is true for facing the climate emergency. If we hope that technology will save us or that criminally negligent governments will suddenly act responsibly, we are recklessly gambling our future on very poor odds. This can only bring pain.  Once we start to tell ourselves the truth about the situation, we can find pride in our honesty and compassion in our grief.  It’s from here that the resolve to take action will emerge.

Lesson Two: Follow your bliss

Joseph Campbell’s saying, “Follow your bliss,” is not an irresponsible phrase that ignores the pain of life but a reminder to receive pleasure and contentment, even in the depths of suffering.

Toko-pa Turner, Belonging

In illness, every day feels like a struggle. When it shows no sign of improving, or worsens, I lose my morale to keep going. It's an exhausting and depressing limbo. In the darkest and weakest hours, I saw my life flash before my eyes and began to dream of people and places I hadn’t seen for a decade. I saw the highs and lows that had shaped me into the man I am today. This gave me some space and perspective to see things from a different angle. From each challenge, there was a learning on how to face hardship. From each joy, an inspiration to live to the full.

Holding on to these feelings helps bring balance to life. In activism, we follow a true passion and through it find our fullest potential. But even this has its limits. Every step along the way we need to find that balance of difficulty and joy for our own wellbeing. Our struggle for climate and ecological action brings many challenges that can lead us to despairing inertia. In my sickness, a joy was as simple as the view from my bedroom window: a falling blossom, a scudding cloud, a wandering snail.

Such joys became my music, my dance, my poetry, my comedy and my sport: ways to relax into whatever challenge chronic pain brought.

Everyday joys can give us the resilience to keep facing what we must face. So as we rebel with all our might against the existential threat posed by the climate and ecological emergency, let’s also cherish what makes our existence so precious. From that reflective space we can find the courage to keep going.

Lesson Three: Words Matter

“The merest schoolgirl, when she falls in love, has Shakespeare or Keats to speak her mind for her; but let a sufferer try to describe a pain in his head to a doctor and language at once runs dry.”

Virginia Woolfe, On Being Ill

As I slowly regained my speech, I struggled to find the words to describe what I was going through. It struck me that there is a serious lack of language on both chronic illness and climate chaos.  If you are unable to express a feeling, you are unlikely to find any solace for it.

For our society to be able to come to terms with the emergency we need a language to relate to in films, literature and TV.  Some of the best I think we have so far are Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, a piercing portrayal of the rise of sexism and racism in an uninhabitable America; The Road by Cormac McCarthy, for its portrayal of the gritty end-point of mass extinction; and early Studio Ghibli films such as Princess Monoke/Nausicaa, whose heroines champion coexistence with the natural world.

However, the vast majority of current work focuses too much on apocalypse scenarios, produced to scare the shit out of us, instead of relatable everyday stories. How about a  climate drama set in water scarce Somalia? Or a northern woman’s heroic adventure to save her hometown from flooding? We need more romances that argue over whether having kids is responsible and comedies that mock the insanity of our toxic system like The Yes Men or Simon Amstell’s Carnage.

Stories are key for an emotional connection to the challenges humanity faces. Our stories of rebellion can be cathartic for climate anxiety and stir a generation of heroes ready to speak out for their futures. Let’s start writing them.

Lesson Four: Belonging

“By reviving a community, built around the places in which we live, and by anchoring ourselves, our politics and parts of our economy in the life of this community, we can recover the best aspects of humanity. We can mobilise our remarkable nature for our own good and the good of our neighbours.”

George Monbiot, Out of the Wreckage

Being housebound and unable to hold conversations without paralysing headaches is extremely isolating. Yet even in the depths of my pain I was able to appreciate the love of our community. Rebels gave me cards, voice-notes, medical advice, paintings and - best of all – cakes, cookies  and biscuits fresh from the oven. The feeling of belonging to and being supported by a community of kindhearted and extraordinary people gave me strength every step of the way.

Together we are building a community that can hold us through the dark days with pride, friendship and joy. We are showing not only the best aspects of humanity but also the solid foundations of a successful social movement. The climate and ecological emergency will shape the rest of our lives. So take every opportunity you can to nourish and prepare yourself for the long journey ahead. You’ll not only be more resilient, but you’ll find more joy.

-- Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed this or can think of someone who could benefit from these words please do share it. If you'd like to read more, subscribe to my blog :) Peace, Robin

Photograph: Franck Fife

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Fluff Alphabet-König

A= Affection (How they like to show their love.)

I feel like he’s into acts of service, like if he wakes up before you he’ll leave your coffee on the counter made, or if you get up before him you’ll come home to the bed made very nicely.

When you are in a more private setting he just likes to have a hand resting on you in some way.

He also does it by just remembering almost everything yo say, things you like, things you’ve done, things you want, he has a list of all that. 

B= Beauty (What do they especially admire about you?)

Mainly how strong and determined you are, that you have had some difficulties in life but nothing really deters you from trying new things. 

He also likes the black and white way you are with him, with most of the world you are confident and assertive but with him you are much softer and more gentle.

There’s just this warmth that radiates from you whenever he's near you.  

C= Cuddles (How they like to cuddle you.)

Despite the size I feel like he likes to be held, big spoon/little spoon he does not care.

He really likes having a bed that’s big enough for him though, once you guys move in together you specifically have to go buy one that will work for the both of you.

He usually likes to bury his face in whatever body part he is facing, he just really wants to be breathing in your scent. 

D= Dancing (Their favorite place to dance with you.) 

He has one of two places that are his favorites

The first is in the kitchen, usually impromptu when one of you is cooking/cleaning in the kitchen, playing music and the other comes up and starts to sway with the other.

His second favorite is when you are both (mainly he) are plastered at a club or party or something and since he’s drunk his anxiety is a lot less and he gets to just zone out with you pressed against him, moving to the rhythm of the music.  

E= Excitement (Do they get excited with you about things?)

Once he gets comfortable around you he will go into detail about things he is interested in.

He will also get super excited when you show interest in these things, especially when you make an effort to learn German.

He is over the moon when you and his mom start talking to each other on the reg, she quickly becomes obsessed with you and starts to always ask about you when he calls her.

He also loves when you rant about things you are interested and passionate about, it makes him really happy that you feel like you can talk to him about these things. 

F= First Date (Your first date together.) 

He is pretty traditional so he insists on taking you out to eat for your first date, but given his nervousness around a lot of people and the fact that he is already nervous because you actually said yes, you end up going on a picnic in a  park with some people in it.

He wants to make sure you also feel safe, not going to a super secluded area witha giant man for the first time.

I’m not gonna lie, your first date would probably be a little awkward because he doesn't have too much experience with first dates. 

But if anything he just wants to hear from you as much as possible.

G= Goals (Do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?)

His ultimate goal for his future is to have a quieter, more boring life, preferably with a partner to share it with.

But more short term, to find a partner he loves, he wants to make them his and himself theirs.

H= Honesty (How open are they with you?)

Definitely not open at first, due to his anxiety he tends to get in his own head a lot and will be silent a lot around you at the beginning of your relationship.

You end up having a couple conversations with him about this, explaining to him how it makes you feel. 

But once you are in a  committed relationship and he knows he loves and trusts you, he gets to the point that he tells you pretty much everything.

He is able to truly trust you and tell you things he never thought he would tell another person. 

I= I Love You (Do they say it alot? Did they say it first?)

He for sure said it first and was nearly shitting himself when he said it to you the first time.

When you said it back he almost couldn’t believe it but then was over the moon for the next week, literally nothing made him upset that week.

Once you have both said it to each other, he says it to you like five times a day, at first just to hear you say it back, but also because he was so happy that he was now free to say it.

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He for sure does at the beginning, but it is more so jealousy because of his insecurities about himself rather than you.

He has full confidence that you would never cheat on him with anyone but he is insecure about the things he can improve on the others are already experts at.

But he gets better especially when you give him loving looks from across the room when you are at the gathering together. 

K= Kiss (Their favorite place to kiss you.) 

It's simple but he loves to kiss your cheek.

Usually he grabs your chin/face, but very gently.

He really likes how warm and plump your cheeks are and how they feel on his lips.

But when you kiss him on the cheek he blushes and his face/chest gets so red. 

L= Little Spoon (Who’s the little spoon?)

Let’s be honest obviously he likes to completely wrap around you like a big spoon but…

He fucking loves being the little spoon, he just feels very safe with you, and on a more superficial level he likes how your tits feel pressed against his back. 

M= Melody (What’s your song together?) Hehe I have no idea <3

N= Nicknames (Do they use nicknames for you?)

He uses pretty basic ones in English like sweetheart and babe but he has a phase where all he calls you is ‘my beauty’.

More often than not though he calls you pet names in German. 

O= Open Book (How hard was it to get to know them?)

Definitely very closed off at first, he doesn't like to open up to too many people but once you’re in his bubble, he talks your ear off. 

Once he trusts you there aren't many thoughts that he does not feel comfortable sharing with you.

P= PDA (How affectionate they are in public.)

Because of his social anxiety he is not very into PDA only because he already commands a lot of attention in public, and doesn’t want anymore. 

That being said he will always be holding your hand and likes it when you grab his arm at the same time.

Now when he’s drunk, it’s a completely different story, he is constantly kissing you and has his hands on your hips and waist.

If you guys are walking home from a bar he doesn’t pay too much attention so he repeatedly lifts you off the ground unintentionally as you walk as he pulls you closer to him. 

Q= Quirk (A weird but loveable trait of theirs.)

The shower always makes him sneeze, like without fault every time this man takes a shower he starts sneezing.

One time when you two were having sex in the shower, his face scrunched up and he sneezed which just caused you to start giggling and then he got shy. 

R= Romance (How romantic are they?)

Romance is this man’s forte, but you are quite literally the center of his world and he wants to make sure you know that constantly.

Surprise flowers? Check. Surprise little gifts? Check. Small intimate moments with you everyday? Check.

S= Secrets (Do they keep secrets from you?)

Like explained before, he definitely keeps secrets from you at first, before he feels completely comfortable around you. 

Especially because of his past of being bullied, he feels like it’s shameful and doesn’t like to tell people about it, but once he does open up there is no judgment from you, and it just solidifies how he feels about you. 

On a lighter note he has a really hard time keeping fun secrets from you, like gifts and surprises he has planned, he gets very nervous and goes silent a lot more. 

He’s the type of guy to be thinking in his head how excited he is and wanting to tell you, his best friend about it but then reminding himself that you are the recipient of the secret. 

T= Thrill (Do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?)

He definitely loves domestic bliss because of the chaos that he has had in his career since he was 17. 

That being said, he loves to do anything that makes you happy, and he really likes to travel with you.

Especially when he brings you to Austria and you meet his mom and see where he grew up.

U= Understanding (How they comfort/support you when you’re upset or anxious.)

He does a lot of nurturing type behaviors when he notices your anxiety flaring up, like rubbing your back and giving you small touches in an attempt to ground you. 

He also really wants you to communicate with him when you feel like this because he just wants to know from you, what you need to be comforted.

Since he has a lot of experience with anxiety he understands how far from reality your thoughts can get, and its something that brings you closer together since neither of you have to explain your feelings/thoughts to the other. 

V= Vexed (How easily they lose their temper.)

Outside of his job he is actually pretty cool and level headed. 

Unless of course he is out with you and someone disrespects you.

Like if you are out in public and someone says something or does something so outrightly rude to you he usually starts to bitch them out. 

Or if you are having issues with your family. 

You tend to have this same behavior towards people disrespecting him which again just makes him feel very connected to you, knowing that he can always depend on you.

He would never yell at you out of anger or let his anger scare you in any way.

W= Weakness (What’s their weakness when it comes to you.) 

Touch this man’s forearm and he will bark like a dog, that’s literally all it takes.

If you're asking him for something while circling your thumb on his forearm he will immediately say yes.

He also has a huge weakness for your eyes, and if you make eye contact with him and ask for something he will almost always say yes and give you anything you want.

X= Xtra (Random hc about them.) 

Anytime he reads a book he always has a pen/pencil with him.

The books he has read are all filled with underlines and circles of passages he likes, words he thinks are cool, or parts that he thinks are beautiful and/or well written.  

Y= Years to Come (How they imagine your future together.)

He truly just wants a future with you and is willing to have it any way you want. 

If you want to marry him he would be overjoyed but he also respects you if you just want a lifetime partner status.

But bottom line he knows he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. 

Z= Zzz ( How they are when they sleep.)

I saw someone else say this and I agree, that since he is so used to sleeping in beds that are too small for him when he worked, he typically curls up quite a bit when sleeping.

However with you he really likes it because you don't care how much space he takes up as long as one of you is laying on the other. 

Also he becomes more and more of a deep sleeper as your relationship progresses.

I also think he might snore a little bit, at the very least it is a very deep and heavy breather. 

At first he’s worried that will keep you from falling asleep, but you also sleep with like 3 white noises playing so you tell him that you can’t really hear him.

#konig fluff #konig x reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #fluff #fulff alphabet

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How to befriend Grand Admiral Thrawn

I AM SO BACK! And I wanna thank my friend @thrawnsboots for some ideas for this. 💙

SFW | reader is gender neutral

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You want to become Thrawn's friend? Let me tell you how to gain friendship points with the Grand Admiral.

Work hard and contribute good strategies and ideas to his plans.

Be willing to take responsibility for mistakes and errors you've made.

Dare criticize him. Your co-workers would never. Thrawn is glad you're open and honest with him about your concerns.

Thrawn appreciates people he can trust and who keep their promises. Honesty and reliability matters a lot to him.

Show genuine interest in his art collection, and don't mind him explaining art for hours.

You can impress him with knowledge, specifically about art, culture and war. Even more so if he isn't familiar with the knowledge you're sharing with him.

If you want to spend time with him, be prepared for intense sparring lessons in his personal dojo.

Respect Thrawn's boundaries. Period. That goes for both, emotional and physical. If he doesn't want to talk about himself, accept it and move on, and don't be clingy.

Keep in mind that he's a busy man. So don't be disappointed if he doesn't seek you out outside of work all the time.

Learn to read his facial expressions. Thrawn's very good at hiding what he feels and thinks. Only those closest to him can read him, and when you do, he knows putting effort into your friendship is worth it.

Share your hobbies with him if you can. Cook a meal, knit him socks etc. He will appreciate your efforts.

Remember what he likes. How does he like his caf? Favorite artists? Favorite music? Favorite holonovels etc.

Gift giving is one of Thrawn's love languages (platonic & romantic), along with acts of service. He appreciates when you return the favor. Love languages are a two way street!

Let Thrawn feel included. As a Grand Admiral he has a certain reputation to maintain of course. When off-duty, he won't mind if you treat him like you're on the same eye level though. Less formality and more deep conversations.

Make sure Thrawn knows you see him as the man he is. Not only as the powerful Grand Admiral but as an autistic art nerd with an extraordinary mind.

You know you've gained maximum friendship points with this man when he chuckles over one of your jokes

Be prepared to go out of your comfort zone. Thrawn will encourage you to try new things, whether it's food, art or work related.

Thrawn is hard to befriend, but once you manage to earn this man's friendship, he's a loyal soul who will stop at nothing to support you unconditionally and who brings out the best qualities of yourself.

Let me know in the comments what you think or if I missed anything. 💙

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #thrawn x reader #thrawn headcanon #thrawn fanfiction #blue man hot #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #star wars #star wars fanfiction

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When I first watched Good Omens 2 I was surprised by the ending. I had been so focused the romance of the season. The Jane Austen, the witty retorts, the dancing, the secrets glancing. I took the bait and when the ending came I fell hook line and sinker. Much like Crowley I felt I had drove into a pot of boiling sulfur. But then looking back I realized if I had actually been following the story we were being told instead as of getting swept up in the romance, I would have realized it was never going to end happily.

The flashbacks are what really foretell the ending. They aren’t just fun romps through history. They serve a purpose. And the purpose is to set up and elaborate upon how Crowely and Aziraphale see the world and each other, and how they see heaven, hell and earth. And what these flashbacks prove is they have huge gaps between the ways they see the world that need to be bridged. Those gaps could have been crossed ages ago but as the flashbacks show multiple times- Crowley and Aziraphale don’t communicate well and that leads to disaster. It will destroy them if they don’t sort it out- I mean their ability to communicate is so lacking that it literally ends with Crowley pointing a gun in Aziraphale’s face and shooting it. And he gets in this pickle because he loves him! Which is pretty twisted! And if the gun wasn’t dangerous enough their friendship them almost gets revealed to hell by zombies- grossly incompetent zombies at that! If Aziraphale hadn’t managed to pull off that magic trick- which easily could have happened. He’s very bad at magic. Who knows what horrible things would have happened to the both of them.

This miscommunication gap also hurts the people around them. If Crowley had explained the why Elspeth was graverobbing to Aziraphale instead of letting him watch and figure out for himself maybe things wouldn’t have gone so far and Wee Morag wouldn’t have ended up dead. Or at least Aziraphale and Crowley could have found away to help Wee Morag that didn’t involved inspiring displays of well… Scottishness? while being drunk on laudanum that end up with Crowley getting sent to hell and tortured (tortured to the point that some people have pointed out that when Crowley gets he asks for holy water for insurance- which is just plain sad and awful, and leads to even more conflict between Aziraphale and Crowley. Or if Aziraphale hadn’t felt the need to plan an entire ball just to dance with Crowley- cause let’s be honesty that’s really why he did it- maybe all of his guests wouldn’t have ended up in danger.

I remember upon watching the episode with the graveyard and Scottish Crowley- being dismayed with how behind ideologically Aziraphale was compared to Crowley. I knew he would do a huge amount of growing in the two centuries to follow. But part of me had filled in the blanks and assumed he would be farther along in that journey by the 1800s. I remember wondering how he was going to catch up in between then and the present day. When I watched the finale episode I realized he hasn’t caught up. He hasn’t quite made the leap away from heaven. He might think he has and Crowley might even be starting to think that too. He even had us as an audience beginning to think he had let go of that baggage But Aziraphale’s problem is he wants to do good . He wants to save the world and heaven with it. he can’t quite give up the ghost- he is too self sacrificial. He’s going to need to learn that he, like many kids of abusive parents- can’t fix the situation he came from. Not without sacrificing himself. He’s going to have to stop running and confront his baggage to truly be free of it. And Crowley on the other hand needs to realize he can’t just run from his past. He needs to reckon with his time as both angel and demon. He needs to grieve what was taken from him instead of just living in opposition to it. Because Crowley’s problem is he too wants to save the world. He just wants to do it in his own (and maybe with Aziraphale, but mostly on his own). He too is way too self sacrificial to the point that he sacrifices himself and his sense of self time and time again all in the name of his own side. His side may be the only truly good one between heaven and hell. But he is only one entity. He has to learn to open up again. To truly open up. Which is why it’s so frustrating that when he finally opens up to Aziraphale in episode 6, things go wrong! But as frustrating as it is, it sets an amazing stage. It gives Aziraphale the chance to build up Crowley’s trust. To build up Crowley’s faith in them as team. So that when Crowley opens his heart again it’s done on his own terms and in a way that is healing. Poor Crowley has been though so much, and he has been through so much of it alone. People can affirm themselves and their path’s in life only so much with out needing some support from others. Notice how Crowley is still living in his car. He never asked if he could move into Aziraphale’s bookshop. He sees himself as a burden, as not good enough for the angelic Aziraphale that he so admires. He probably thinks he would weigh him down. Crowley needs affirmation to heal. He needs to be loved and not loved in a way that’s cloaked with shame, but loved in a way that is able to sit with self comfortable. But Aziraphale is not at the point where he can give that love yet. When that happens he can help Crowley heal from his abandonment by heaven. He’s been picking up after heaven’s mistakes since before his fall. It’s time for someone to take care of him in return. Because as much as Crowley says his actions have nothing to do with heaven or hell, he does still feel burdened by their weight. Now he can’t do this journey just with Aziraphale. He needs to do some of it on his own. Bu he needs love to heal- we all do. So does Aziraphale. They can give each other that. But they have to be ready to. They have to do the work they need to do on themselves to get to that point.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #good omens 2 #go2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers

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Bronze Is Better Then Gold Part 3

part 2 here

Warning - gun violence, some sexual harassment language

“Where would you like to go?” Lucy looked over at Ona.

“It’s your birthday, we can go wherever you like.”

Lucy sat back in her seat thinking. “There’s a restaurant not far from here that I’ve wanted to go, it’s Spanish Tapas.”

“Perfect, I love it already.” Ona smiled.

“Okay, but only if you’re sure. I don’t mind if you don’t want to.”

Ona rolled her eyes. “What? Come on. Don’t be stupid. Of course I want to go. It’s your birthday, we have to celebrate.” Ona said it like it was the most obvious thing to do.

Lucy nodded her head and smiled. She put her keys in the ignition and drove them to the restaurant.

The girls were seated in a booth, Spanish music played throughout. Ona started to dance as she looked around the restaurant “I like it here.” She smiled as she wiggled in her seat.

Lucy couldn’t help but smile, she loved how free Ona was, she seemed to always be happy, never taking herself too seriously.

They ordered their food, sharing a jug of sangria. Lucy only having two glasses as she was driving.

“Your mum is sweet.” Ona smiled at Lucy.

The older brunette nodded, smiling. “Yeah she is. Sorry I know she can be a lot. She doesn’t know when to be quiet sometimes.”

It was clearly obvious what Lucy’s mum had said, Ona heard her. Lucy heard her. And it sounded like Lucy had been talking about the Spaniard quite a bit to her mum. The younger girl wanted to tease Lucy, or maybe even question her on it, but she had seen in the car just how embarrassed she had gotten. Even now she was trying to avoid her eyes, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

But, did Ona feel completely giddy at the thought of Lucy talking about her to her mum? Yes!

In all honesty Ona wouldn’t even know how to go about that kind of conversation. Their flirting was something the younger girl wondered about constantly. She wondered if it was just Lucy’s personality, maybe she was just a flirt? Maybe it wasn’t anything serious and Ona was just fantasising it all?

But Ona had seen the way Lucy looked at her, how she acted around her. She had heard the small teasing from the girls in the office. But if Lucy wasn’t going to say anything neither was Ona. Yeah, she was brave enough to take down criminals and drug lords, but to ask Lucy if she had any feelings towards her? No. That’s something she couldn’t do and clearly neither could Lucy.

She also didn’t want to ruin the friendship, she really got on with Lucy, she didn’t want it ever be weird between them just because she opened her mouth about how she felt. She had noticed Lucy wasn’t great with her feelings, she was a lot more reserved than Ona. Lucy was also kind of her superior, well kind of. They had the same title but Lucy had a lot more experience and years under her belt.

Ona scooped up some food bringing it to her lips. “Mums are just that way.” Ona chuckled lightly.

Lucy rolled her eyes. “Yeah.”

“So when did you learn Spanish?” Ona asked, deciding on changing the subject.

“I lived in Barcelona for a year when I was 22, so I taught myself Spanish.”

Ona raised her eyebrows and smiled. “That’s impressive, most brits don’t want to learn the language.”

“Well, I’m half Portuguese. So I picked it up a bit easier.”

“Ahh, I see. What did you think of Barcelona?”

Lucy sat back. “Beautiful. Such an amazing city. I loved the people, they’re so calm. Going to the beach everyday didn’t hurt.”

Ona smiled. “What made you move there?”

“I went travelling, Barcelona was fifth on my list but I ended up staying for a girl.” She took a sip of her drink.

“Ohh she’s a romantic.” Ona wiggled her eyebrows.

Lucy chuckled. “I wouldn’t say that, but I try.” She shrugged her shoulders, playfully smiling at Ona.

“Do you have any siblings?” Ona asked.

“Yeah, I have an older brother and a younger sister. My brothers got a little girl, Rudy. She’s crazy.” Lucy smiled to herself.

“Oh you’re the middle child? That explains a lot.” The younger girl laughed at her own joke.

Lucy laughed. “It’s not our fault we get left behind and have to fend for ourselves.” Lucy chuckled. “Do you have any siblings?” Lucy asked.

“I have an older brother. He speaks to me sometimes but not so much, I think my mum and dad don’t like him talking to me.”

“I’m sorry, Ona.”

“I’m used to it now. I have some good friends, some from Barcelona that live in London. So it’s not so bad. I also have new friends.” She lifted her glass towards Lucy, taking a sip.

Both girls couldn’t help but feel like they was on a date of such. Yes, it was for Lucy’s birthday, it was spontaneous (only because of her mum) but it was just them, them and that invisible rope pulling them closer. It felt like another boundary of their relationship had been pushed, from the car trips, the late night texting, the constant flirting. Another layer had been added to the mix, and neither girl knew what to do with it.

The evening was relaxed and chilled, both girls finding out more about the other. Ona even said the food reminded her of a restaurant back home. They spent hours just talking, their food was long gone, other tables had long left. It was only until the staff started to make a point of clearing the tables around them that they decided to leave.

“Looks like they want us gone.” Lucy laughed.

Ona huffed, not wanting to leave. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Let me just get the bill.” Lucy looked for a waiter.

“I’ve paid. It’s your birthday. You don’t pay.”

“What? Ona no. God you’re sneaky. When did you do that?”

“When I went to the bathroom.” Ona started to get up, clearly not caring about the older brunettes protests.

“Thank you. You really shouldn’t have.” Lucy smiled shyly.

“It’s no problem.” Ona smiled back.

Lucy couldn’t help but feel a sense of pure happiness but also a weird feeling of sadness. She was starting to get big feelings for the small girl next to her. In the space of a month Ona had made her remember what it was like to be happy, she was like a breath of fresh air, something Lucy needed. Their constant flirting was hard to read but it was so natural, she was just worried, worried it might not be as mutual as she wanted.

She pulled up outside Ona’s building, in her usual spot.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, Ona had played them back in her head countless times. ‘Do you want to come up?’ It was six easy words, but she couldn’t form them. You didn’t have to be a genius to realise Lucy and Ona liked each other but for some reason they were the thickos that didn’t see it. If you were in there company for more then five minutes it was obvious.

Both of the girls wanted the same thing, but know one had the guts to take it that step further. Ona wanted to be brave but she was unsure. As much as she thought Lucy liked her, she still had some doubt.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” She winced at her own words.

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it, haven’t done anything for my birthday in a while. Should be fun.” Lucy smiled at the younger girl.

“So am I. Will be nice to go out and have a night out, I’m glad I get to celebrate your birthday with you. This was nice.”

Lucy smiled softly at the brunette. Her beautiful brown eyes looking back at her. It was like she could feel Ona wanted to say something.

“Yeah, it was. Thank you again.”

Once again both the girls wanted to just lean in and kiss the other, wanting so badly to feel her lips.

Ona slid out the passenger side. Lucy didn’t leave until she saw the front door close behind her. Her shoulders slumped as she sighed.

————-

Lucy took one last look at herself in the mirror before she headed out. She had decided to go for a simple look but still enough to look like she actually tried to make an effort.

She had on brown cargo trousers and a cropped white vest, showing off her abs of course. She wore a pair of brown and white trainers, finishing her hair off in a neat bun.

👮🚓👮 group chat

Demi - be there in 5

Jill - me and Mary are at the table

Lauren H - on way will see you in a bit

Lucy was running a little late, but only by ten minutes or so, it was her birthday she could be late if she wanted.

Her Uber pulled up outside, she took one last look at herself and made her to her ride.

From the group chat it seemed everyone was there.

She thanked the driver and made her way inside, she could hear the girls before she could see them. She went upstairs to a sea of faces, everyone had turned up, but there was one face that stuck out the most.

Ona. And she looked good. 

She had her hair down, falling over her shoulders. Lucy had never seen it down before, she had worn it in a bun since the day she started. Her hair had caramel waves blended with her her dark hair, it made her face even brighter.

The Spaniard wore loose jeans, with and oversized pink shirt, wearing a black lace vest underneath, slightly revealing her chest. Lucy couldn’t keep her eyes off the girl. She tried to make a bee line for Ona, but before she could she felt an arm around her shoulder.

“There she is!” Millie’s voice boomed in Lucy’s ear. She put a shot glass under Lucy’s nose, the smell of liquorish hitting her nostrils.

“Come on, drink it. Don’t make me force you.”

Lucy laughed, she took the glass and swallowed the bitter substance, Wincing slightly from the burn trickling down her throat. Millie whooped, patting her on the back.

“Thats it. They’ll be more of that later.” The blonde walked off, pushing another shot glass under Lauren J’s nose.

The brunette laughed at her friend’s antics, shaking her head. She turned to look back at her destination, finding a pair of eyes on her. Ona was smiling brightly at her, she felt her eyes moving up and down her body, stopping on her stomach, clearly enjoying the view.

She walked to the table where Ona, Jordan and Demi sat. Demi caught where Ona’s eyes had landed.

“About time. We thought you’d never make it!” Demi said.

“You can’t be on time to your own party Demi, come on.” Lucy smirked.

“Come on then, what you drinking?” Jordan stood up grabbing Lucy behind her neck.

“Rum and coke please.”

“Have they been nice to you Ona? You can tell me, I’ll have them filing reports all week.”

“Oi, we’re always nice!” Demi shouted before she was being dragged by Jordan to help with drinks.

“You look nice.” Ona smiled shyly at Lucy.

Lucy felt her cheeks blush. “Thank you, so do you.”

—————

Once everyone had gotten a few drinks down them, they headed over to the karaoke bar. Of course Millie and Rachel went first, singing their hearts out to Tina Turner - Proud Mary.

Everyone whooped and clapped as they walked off the stage.

“Right come on birthday girl, it’s your turn.” Millie handed the mic over to Lucy.

“What? No, I’m even not even close to drunk enough.”

“Don’t be daft. Here take it.” Millie pushed the mic into Lucy’s hand.

Demi and Jordan laughed at Lucy’s face, clearly not happy.

“Come on sour puss.” Jordan laughed.

“Ona will do it with you! You can do a duet. Come on!” Demi joined in then.

Lucy looked over at Ona, who was currently having her ear chewed off by Mary.

“Ona! Come. Lucy’s needs you.” Jordan shouted.

Lucy wanted to slap Jordan for phrasing her words like that but she couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face when Ona nearly got whiplash with how quick she turned her head.

“Me? For what?” She smiled.

“I don’t think I can say that out loud.” Jordan whispered so only Lucy could hear. She got a slap to the head, and a Lucy death glare.

The shorter brunette walked over, her abs on full show now. Lucy couldn’t stop her eyes from gazing over her skin. The Spaniard caught her eyes, smirking knowingly.

“What is it you need?” Her accent was stronger now that she had a few drinks, a cheeky smile plastered her face.

“Lucy wants you to duet with her.” Jordan smiled from ear to ear.

“Fancy it?” Lucy raised her eyes brows.

“Sí. What are we singing?”

——-

“We can ride it together, ah-ah making love with each other, ah-ah.” Lucy and Ona sang the words together. 🎵

Neither girl could hold a note to save their life’s but they didn’t care, they couldn’t hold back the smiles as they sang. Ona could just about keep up, making up the words as she went, Lucy’s northern accent was thick, making the whole situation 10 times funnier. The group was cheering them on, whooping and clapping, Jordan of course was filming the whole thing.

The song ended, Ona grabbed Lucy’s hand in hers and bowed, both taking glances at the other, laughing at themselves. The group cheered and whistled.

More drinks were consumed, Lucy could feel it but she wasn’t completely drunk, just happy and a little more talkative. She was in the middle of Jill and Demi, arguing about something unimportant, her attention left the conversation a while ago. She had been watching the Spaniard, she was laughing at something Lauren H said. She couldn’t help but smile at hearing her laugh, her laugh was beautiful, it was so high compared to her normal lower voice. A voice Lucy couldn’t help but find herself thinking about constantly.

Ona seemed to be the life of the party, but Lucy wasn’t shocked at that. Ona was a people person, the girls gravitated towards her, she was warm and charismatic, fun and free. Things Lucy loved-liked….liked about her.

“What do you think, Lucy?”

Lucy was pulled from her thoughts. “What?”

Jill and Demi looked at where Lucy was looking, then back at each other.

“You’ve got it bad.” Jill laughed.

“At least you don’t have to watch them throughout the day. The flirting is relentless. It’s crazy how two people can be so obvious that they want each other and not do anything about it.” Demi scoffed.

Lucy scrunched up her face. “Shut up. We don’t flirt. She doesn’t even like me like that.”

Demi rolled her eyes. “Give over. You know she does.”

Yeah, sometimes Lucy maybe wondered if Ona liked her, but that then she would tell herself it was nothing serious. Yeah they did flirt, Ona definitely liked to flirt, and Lucy really enjoyed it, but maybe that’s all it was? Just a bit of office flirting. Lucy didn’t want to assume, and be completely embarrassed when Ona didn’t know what she was talking about, if for some crazy reason Lucy would ask.

They were also partners, she didn’t want to make it awkward. Ona was really good at her job, she had picked everything up quickly and even spotted things Lucy had missed on the case they were working on.

So no, Lucy would play dumb to it. Yeah Demi, Jordan and Jill knew she liked Ona but there was nothing else to it. She just fancied her. No one knew her real feelings towards Ona and that’s exactly how she wanted it to stay.

“Whatever, anyways our tables booked for 10. We better get going.” Lucy quickly changed the subject, downing the rest of her drink.

“Alright, I’ll stop teasing.” Demi nudged Lucy’s arm. Downing her own drink. She then loudly cleared her throat.

“Right guys! Drink your drinks, we’re heading to the Pink Lady. We’re leaving in 5 minutes!”

———————-

Lucy sat at the table drink in hand, she was speaking to Chloe about women’s football. Most of the girls were up dancing or at the bar ordering more drinks. To Lucy’s surprise she was actually having a good time, not that she didn’t think she would, but she wasn’t one to celebrate her birthday, she didn’t like anyone to fuss over her. But tonight had been nice, everyone came out to celebrate and it seemed like everyone was having a good time of their own.

She glanced over at the dance floor, she could see a couple of the girls dancing but her eyes were scanning for a certain someone.

Until she saw her with Jill, carrying over a tray of shots, Jordan following with two bottles of what looked like champagne.

“Who’s ready for Tequila!” Ona shouted.

Lucy and Chloe cheered.

“Come on then! Don’t even try to say no Lucy. You’re having a shot.” Jill stated.

“I wasn’t going to argue!” Lucy chuckled, picking up herself a shot.

“Good.” Jill and the rest of the girls licked the back of their hands, shaking a small bit of salt on their skin.

Before Lucy could say anything else Ona’s hands was on her neck, moving any strands of hair from her skin. She tried not to think to much of it, maybe she was more touchy when she had a drink in her, she knew the Spanish were touchy people. Until Ona’s face was suddenly close to Lucy’s.

“llest?” She husked out.

That’s when Lucy felt her tongue on her neck, slowly gliding up her skin.

Her eyes closed at the sensation of Ona’s tongue on her neck. Before her brain could make her mouth talk she felt the small grains of salt stick to her neck and suddenly Ona’s mouth was back on her skin. She glided her tongue quickly, pressing a small kiss at the end and then her lips were gone. She watched as Ona drank her shot, her face scrunched from the burning liquid, then the lime was in between her lips.

Lucy’s brain wasn’t waking up, she knew what just happened but she couldn’t believe that it did. Ona caught her eyes, smiling playfully at her.

“Fuck! That was hot Ona! I didn’t know we were doing it the sexy way.” Chloe laughed out loud.

“Is this not the right way? Don’t you do it this way? Me and my friends do it this way.” Panic set in on the Spaniards face.

“No, I mean you can, but by Lucy’s face I don’t think she knew.” Chloe really laughed then. She nudged Lucy’s shoulder.

“I don’t think she has any complaints.” Jill then laughed.

Lucy chuckled softly, she breathed out loud, looking over at Ona, who genuinely looked worried.

“Scott’s right, I have no complaints.” Lucy finally got her mouth working.

Ona felt her cheeks burn, she did it this way with her friends all the time. Of course she  didn’t glide her tongue as purposeful as she did with her friends, and yeah she never left a soft kiss at the end but still, that’s just what they did. She didn’t have time to be embarrassed though as Jordan spoke up.

“It’s only right if Lucy does it back to Ona, bad luck and all that.” She chimed in.

Lucy felt herself freeze up again. Ona wasn’t going to say ye-

“That’s fine with me.” Ona smiled confidently at Lucy, clearly her nerves had left her.

Lucy didn’t have time to think, Ona sat closer to her revealing her neck. It was probably the drink that pushed her but also the fact that there was no way she was going to turn this down.

She pushed the younger brunettes hair back from her neck, letting her fingers just barely touch her skin. She could see Ona breathing a little harder, she opened her mouth and glided her tongue slowly up Ona’s neck.  Onas eyes closed from the sensation of Lucy’s tongue on her, slightly making her head swoon. Lucy dropped a small amount of salt on the wet patch she left, but instead of licking she sucked gently on Ona’s neck, she heard Ona gasp from the touch. She even heard a wolf whistle behind her, more than likely Jordan.

Lucy let her tongue roam over her skin, loving the small whimper only she could hear, fall from Ona’s mouth. She pulled back and just like Ona she left a quick kiss on her skin.

Ona’s brain was in over drive, her mind felt cloudy, all she could think about was Lucy’s mouth. She had to restrain herself from grabbing Lucy’s face and showing her exactly what she wanted to do to her.

“That was hot!” Chloe shouted. “We have to get another round. If that’s how your friends party. I want party with them, Ona.” Everyone laughed and agreed.

Lucy sat back, proud of herself, she could see Ona was lost for words, she could see the lust in her eyes. She smiled smugly to herself. Maybe, just this once, she had to thank Jordan for opening her mouth.

“Let’s dance!” Demi shouted grabbing both Lucy’s and Ona’s hands. Ona looked over at Lucy a bashful smile appeared on the shorter girls face as they were dragged to the dance floor. The group danced together, they laughed as Jill did the robot, even Lauren H pulled out the worm. Though Lucy’s and Ona’s eye kept meeting, even when they wasn’t right next to each other they could feel each other. As the music kept going the girls kept dancing, the two brunettes finally finding themselves face to face.

The club had gotten busier now, there was less space to dance with more bodies on the dance floor. So when Lucy and Ona were only a couple of centimetres from each other there was no surprise. Lucy couldn’t keep her eyes off the shorter girl, her hips moved so easily with the music. She watched her tight stomach roll to the beat, her long hair flowing down her back. She had to make sure she wasn’t drooling. Ona smiled knowingly up at the girl, she could see the way Lucy was looking at her, she clearly couldn’t hide it now with the drink in her system.

Ona being the braver one of the two moved a little closer to her, she felt cheeky enough to throw her hand over Lucy’s shoulder. Lucy felt her stomach flutter, the alcohol in her system giving her the Dutch courage to pull Ona in by her waist. Her hand landing on her exposed soft skin that was on show, her fingers tickling against her back. She heard Ona make the smallest of gasps, as she was pulled, the older girl had to hold back her own groan.

Ona crept her hand up the back of Lucy’s neck, making sure her fingers were light but enough to give the girl visible chills. Lucy bit her lip from the touch, she had to bite her lip to keep her moan in. She quickly looked down at the floor, trying to ignore the way her body was reacting, but Ona had already noticed, her beautiful brown eyes twinkled with mischief.

Ona pulled Lucy down gently so she could talk to her, closer than she needed to, not that Lucy was complaining. “Why so shy?” She asked.

Lucy shock her head and chuckled. “I’m not shy. Was I shy earlier?”

Ona let out a deep chuckle. “No. You wasn’t.  I liked how you moved your tongue. Maybe we should do another round. But I don’t really need the tequila to do that.” Her lips grazed Lucy’s ear. The older girl closed her eyes and exhaled, trying to calm down the heat that ran through her body.

Ona lent in again. “Would you like that?” Her lips caught the side of Lucy’s mouth, dangerously close to her lips. Ona knew she was being extra flirty, she took the opportunity of the alcohol and the already heated moment they shared earlier to push Lucy. She wanted to see how brave Lucy could be. She wanted to see if all of the flirting was nothing, if maybe she put herself out there just a little more Lucy would reciprocate.

Lucy stared at the Spaniard, the strength it took her to not grab Ona by the hand, drag her the nearest bathroom stall and fuck her till she screamed her name over, and over again was unreal. Those brown eyes were full of lust, it reminded her of when she straddled her in training practice. Another time she wanted to tear the Spaniards clothes off. Her hand was still on her hip, she didn’t realise she was squeezing it until she felt Ona put her hand on hers, stepping impossibly closer. Her face was so close to hers she could feel her breath on her chin.

It wasn’t until the music changed from sexy and slow to fast pop, that Lucy took a step back, putting some space between them. She didn’t miss the way Ona’s face visibly dropped from her movement, her hands dropping from her side. She regretted it instantly when she saw the hurt in her eyes. The thing is she didn’t know what she was doing, her body moved without thinking, she wanted nothing more then to kiss Ona, she wanted to have their bodies pressed against each other. But she was also scared, nervous even. She just needed a to think, she needed air, she needed Ona, but she didn’t know how.

“Erm, I-I’m just going to get a drink, do you want one?” Lucy stumbled.

“No, I’m good thanks.” Ona’s smile never reached her eyes.

Lucy nodded, her lips sucked between her teeth, she grabbed Jordan on the way to the bar, needing her friend.

Jordan grabbed the back of her friend’s neck. Smiling playfully. “Saw someone getting cosy.”

“I fucked it, I got scared. I-I don’t know what do to Jords. I really like her. I just don’t know if it’s a good idea. I don’t want to get close to her then lose her. I couldn’t even look out for Soph-“

Joran stopped her before she could say anymore. “Don’t do that. You got to stop blaming yourself Luce. Please. We were all there. What happened to Sophie wasn’t your fault.”

Lucy looked at Jordan her hazel eyes bore into hers. She squeezed the back of her neck again.

“I haven’t seen you as happy as you are in a long time Lucy, and I think that’s because Ona has brought back that spark in you. Dont loose something because of ‘what if’. Because you’ll be asking that question for the rest of your life.”

Lucy nodded. “Yeah. I know you’re right, I just see Sophie in her Jords, she was free like her.” She smiled sadly.

“I know. I see it too. She was a good one. And so is Ona. I know Sophie would have already forced you into making a move with Ona.” Both girls laughed, Jordan stroked a tear from her eye.

“Yeah, she would have.” Lucy sniffled. “Thank you Jords. I’ll talk to her.”

“Good, now let’s get some drinks.”

“Hey, Jords!” Leah from HR was suddenly next to the girls, her arms open towards Jordan. “You made it!” Jordan happily hugged the blonde back.

“Yeah, sorry we’re a bit late.” Leah said.

A familiar Scottish accent was thrown in the mix. “Hey girls, hope you don’t mind. Leah dragged me along.” Jen waved at Lucy and Jordan. “Happy birthday, Lucy!”

“Ahh thanks, the more the merrier.” Lucy smiled.

“We have a table up over there, what do you want to drink?” Jordan asked.

Leah and Jen looked over at the table, spotting some of the girls from work, Jen spotted one individual in particular. “Ona’s here? Mate she is unreal!.”

Lucy felt her body stiffen up. Her smile dropping. Leah laughed. “Glad I ‘dragged’ you here now?”

Jen hadn’t taken her eyes off the petite brunette, she smiled. “So, so glad. Right, I’m going to put in some work.” She winked at the group. “Leah, can you get me a beer please.”   

“Yeah no worries, have fu- oh she’s gone.” Leah laughed. “I bet money she’ll be going home with her tonight. I’ve seen that girl charm the pants off of nun before.”

Lucy watched as the Scottish girl walked towards the table, she made a bee line straight for the Spaniard. She felt her stomach tighten up, an uncomfortable heat swept over her body, as jealousy pricked at her brain. She watched Jen talk to the younger girl, sitting down next to her, she couldn’t help but think Ona looked a bit too happy to see her.

Jordan eyed up her friend, watching as Jen spoke to Ona. She nudged Lucy as Leah paid for her drinks. “Oi, don’t be stupid. She likes you Luce.”

Lucy didn’t look at her friend, she bit the inside of her cheek. She didn’t want to watch the interaction but she couldn’t take her eyes off them. She had no actual right to be annoyed, her and Ona wasn’t together, they wasn’t seeing each other, but… it hurt.

“I’m fine. She’s not my girlfriend.” Lucy shrugged as she drank her beer. Clearly not fine.

As the night went on the group got drunker, everyone was having a good time, except Lucy. She wanted so badly to not let it affect her, but she couldn’t help it. Especially as Jen hadn’t left Ona’s side, she had chewed the girls ear off for half an hour now. Lucy watched as Ona laughed at something Jen said, she could see Jen was getting physically closer to the younger girl, making Lucy’s blood boil.

Jordan tried to distract her, tried to make her laugh, but it was no use, Lucy had gone down a rabbit hole. A hole of anger, sadness and jealousy, and she couldn’t stop herself. She liked Ona, a lot of course she didn’t want to see her being flirted with, and Leah’s words didn’t help.

Ona had lost the mood to dance after Lucy had left her on the dance floor, so she decided to take herself away, feeling a little stupid. She sat at the table scrolling through hers and Lucy’s texts for the 100th time, she wanted to see if she was reading the whole situation wrong. But she saw what she had always seen, flirty texts, ‘good morning’ texts. They even sent each other pictures of their dinners each evening. She was surprised to see Jen when she approached her at the table.

“Hey Ona. Nice to see you here. You’re looking nice.” Jen smiled at the younger girl, her eyes roaming over her body.

Ona liked Jen, as a friend. Dont get her wrong, she was definitely her type but she but she wasn’t the brunette she was after.

“Hey Jen, it’s nice to see you. Ahh thank you, I try when I have to. You look nice also.”

“We both know you don’t have to ‘try’ to look good Ona.” Jen smiled playfully. She sat down next to her. “Why you not dancing?”

Ona ignored the compliment with a polite smile. She knew Jen liked her, she made it very obvious, she flirted with her any chance she could, again, not that Ona hated it, she just had her eyes for another.

“Ohh I just got a little tired.” Ona said.

“I can keep ya company then.” Jen smiled from ear to ear.

The Scott shamelessly flirted with the Spaniard, Ona even found her self blushing at certain points, she had to admit Jen was charismatic, and very attractive. She nearly made her stop thinking about the weird and embarrassing interaction she had with Lucy. Nearly.

Ona was confused, Lucy gave her all the signs of liking someone, they flirted constantly, they did things some couples don’t even do. They had a close relationship, and it was more close than just friends. Was she going about this the wrong way? Maybe Lucy was scared? Or was Ona just delusional? It even made her wonder if Jen liked her or she was just being delusional on that too.

Even though Jen was flirting till the cows came home, she had really good chat. She actually had a lot in common with the girl and the conversation was nice, though she couldn’t stop thinking about Lucy. She hadn’t actually seen her for a while, she thought she must be on the dance floor with the girls, where she wanted to be. Maybe she needed to be straight up with Lucy, just ask her, ask her what’s this is, tell her she likes her. Tell her she’s the first and last thing she thinks about everyday, when she wakes up and goes to sleep. Tell her how much she wants to be with her, emotionally and physically.

Fuck it.

Thankfully some of the girls came over, making Jen say hello to them. Giving Ona a chance to leave without being too rude. Ona stood up. “I’m going to the bathroom, then to dance. I’ll see you around.” She smiled at Jen.

“Yeah, no worries, I’ll see you in a bit.” Jen smiled at Ona but not without glazing her eyes at her tight stomach. Even Ona had to admit her cheeks flushed pink at the look. Though her skin still burned from Lucy’s mouth on her neck, she could still feel her talented tongue on her skin, making Ona’s knees buckle.

She smiled and made her way to the toilets hoping to find Lucy. She wasn’t sure if it was the drink in her system or Jen flirting with her, that kicked the fire inside her, but she was glad it was burning.

She swung the the toilets doors open, but they were empty, she even called out for Lucy, but no one called back. She didn’t see her in the crowd or on the dance floor. She made her way to the bar, but still no sign, she worried that she might have left. She decided to go to the spot where she saw most of the girls dancing. She spotted Demi, who also spotted her, she pulled her in to the group.

“Ona!” Demi shouted excitedly.

“Demi! Have you seen Lucy? She shouted.

Demi nodded. “She’s looking for you, but she said she’d come back, wait here for her!”

Ona felt her stomach dip, Lucy was looking  for her? She wondered why. Maybe to apologise and tell her she likes her? Or maybe to tell her she had made things weird and that she’s going to get a new partner at work. She hoped it was the first one.

“Okay.” She nodded and smiled at Demi. Demi grabbed her hands and twirled the petite girl into the middle of the group. The girls cheered and whooped once they saw Ona. She laughed and danced with her friends, trying to forget the weird feeling in her stomach.

Like Ona, Lucy had been looking for the shorter brunette. One minute she was watching her with Jen, the next she was gone. Something has stirred inside her, seeing her with Jen gave her a kick up the arse. She wanted to talk to Ona, she needed to tell her how she felt, tell her why she was so hesitant, explain why she pulls away. Frustratingly she had been 10 steps behind Ona when she was looking for her.

After no luck finding the girl, she made her way to the bar to grab a drink. When she got her drink she looked over the short balcony, down on the dance floor. She looked over the sea of people dancing and having fun. And that’s when finally spotted the Spaniard in the middle of their group, she couldn’t stop the smile that took over her face as she watched the younger girl dance. She began to make her to way to her. Ready to talk.

Ona was lost in the music, she swayed her hips, her eyes closed, letting her body do what it did best. She was already drunk at this point, like everyone else around her. She was a natural when it came to moving her body, her hips looked as if they had no bones, she was able to move them like a snake, moving her waist to her own accord.

Thats when she felt the strong familiar body behind her, she could feel the soft touch of breast so she knew it was a woman. She could smell that familiar perfume that Lucy always wore. She felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter, maybe Lucy was feeling braver. She smiled as she backed her hips into the woman, feeling her strong firm body against her own. Strong hands roamed up her body, short nails gently scratched at Ona’s exposed skin. Making the shorter girl gasp at the touch.

Ona was still wrapped up in her drunk ignorant bliss she didn’t want to say anything, she didn’t want to frighten Lucy again, incase she pulled away, incase it got too real. She laced her fingers into the hands on her body bringing them to her hips, letting the girl guide her backwards into her core. Her eyes were still closed, as she felt lips come close to her ear.

“Aye, I knew you was playing hard to get.”

Ona froze, her eyes opening wide. She turned to see Jen looking down at her, a very pleased smirk on her face.

Lucy had to push past the crowd to get to the group of girls, she felt excited to get to Ona, finally feeling brave enough to tell her how she felt. Tell Ona what the she means to her. Even if they hadn’t known each other very long, she was feeling things for her. She had since the day she set eyes on her beautiful face.

But that all came crashing down when she saw Ona dancing with Jen.

She watched as Jen ran her hands all over the petite brunettes body. The feeling that took over Lucy’s body was cold, it felt like her blood had just turned to ice. It made Lucy feel physically sick, the anger that followed was overwhelming. Lucy had gone through many hard times in her life, felt many different emotions of hurt and pain, but this one felt personal, this one hurt in the bottom of her gut, as if Ona put a knife through her heart.

She couldn’t stand there and watch anymore, she disappeared into the crowd.

Ona moved away instantly putting as much space between herself and Jen as she could. “Jen? W-what? I thought y-you was Lu-,”

“What’s wrong hen? Don’t act shy now.” Jen didn’t mean to read the situation wrong, but she pulled Ona against her front, bringing her closer to her face.

“No. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know…I thought you was someone else.” She forced a laugh, not wanting to make the situation too serious.

Jen looked a little stung but she didn’t take it to heart. “No worries. I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t. Sorry. I just didn’t think.”

Jen nodded, she smiled sheepishly at the younger girl. Leaving her with the rest of her friends.

Ona pushed her hair back out of her face, she let out a puff of air. She looked around the room, hoping to see Lucy. But little did she know Lucy had seen her.

The older brunette was in an Uber home, she didn’t say a word to anyone, she was lost in anger, anger for Jen, anger for Ona, well, it was more hurt. Not that she had the right to feel anything against the girl. She wasn’t her girlfriend, she wasn’t seeing her, she had never made it apparent to Ona that she wanted nothing more than the flirting. Ona had literally tried to give her an olive brunch but she didn’t take it. She was simply too late, and that was her own fault.

👮 🚓 👮 Group chat

Lucy - hey girls, sorry had to leave was feeling really sick, home now, thanks for a good night

The brunette didn’t look at her phone again after that. She took a long hot shower, letting herself get lost in her own misery. She was shocked to feel hot tears roll down her face, but she would blame it on the alcohol. She took herself to bed, wishing she’d never gone out tonight.

——————-

When Ona read Lucy’s message she was confused, Lucy didn’t seem sick when she was with her. She was fine until… until Ona put a move on her. Was it her fault? She couldn’t help but think she left because of her, maybe she made her uncomfortable? She texted the brunette straight away but got no reply.

01.02am Ona - hey, are you okay? Call me xx

The next day she still had no reply, but she tried again.

9.18am  Ona - good morning, I hope you’re feeling better. If you need me to get you anything I can xx

But as Lucy was radio silent Ona became worried thinking the worst.

12.46pm - Ona 1 Missed call

13.08pm Lucy - sorry, not been on my phone, feeling better, thanks, will see you Tuesday x

Ona stared at her phone, that dreaded sinking feeling washed over her, she felt her eyes prickle with the heat of her emotions racing through her. The thoughts had swirled around in her head all weekend, she had a weird nervous feeling. She had ruined it.

Tuesday morning rolled around, and Ona nearly called in sick, she didn’t want to face Lucy. She debated to text the older brunette to not worry about picking her up, that she was running late, but she didn’t want to make it weirder than it was. So she waited like she normally did for Lucy, sitting on the wall outside her flat, she worried Lucy might not have come, until she spotted her car pulling up. She had brought them both a coffee, like she did every start and end of the week.

Ona exhaled a deep breath as she got in Lucy’s car. “Good morning. Here’s your coffee.”

“Thank you.” Lucy smiled, though it wasn’t her normal smile, Ona could see that straight away. Come to think of it, her eyes looked red and sore. Had she been crying? Or maybe it was where she was unwell.

“Are you okay Lucy? You see-“ Lucy cut her off.

“I’m fine. Just tired. Did you have a good time the other night?” Lucy kept her face forward.

Ona felt the coldness from her straight away, it made her body ridged. She looked at the older girl, she could feel something was off but she didn’t want to push Lucy, she clearly didn’t want to talk. “Yeah, it was good. But you were missed.”

A soft, but sad smile appeared on Lucy’s lips. “Yeah, wasn’t great timing.”

Ona nodded, they sat mostly in silence as Lucy drove them to work. Ona encouraged the odd conversation but the older brunette didn’t give her much. By lunch even Jordan and Demi noticed the difference in the brunette. They gave the younger brunette questioning looks, but she shrugged, not knowing what to do.

By 4pm Jordan had enough, she watched Lucy go to the kitchen and followed her in. “Oi, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”

Lucy was putting the kettle on. “Nothing. Why?”

Jordan rolled her eyes. “Come off it. There’s clearly something wrong. Is it with you and Ona?”

Lucy’s shoulders dropped. “I saw her dancing with Jen the other night.”

Jordan looked at her friend. “That’s why you left? You wasn’t sick?”

Lucy shook her head. “No. I just lost it Jordan. Jen was all over her, and I know I don’t have any reason to be annoyed. B-but I just…ergh I don’t know.”

Jordan gently grabbed Lucy by the back of her neck. “I’m sorry Luce. But I don’t think it would have been anything serious though. She clearly likes you. She might have just been a bit drunk. You know, the Spanish are very free spirited. It might not mean anything to her.”

The kettle came to a boil. Lucy let out a long sigh, she pinched her nose in frustration.

“Yeah, I’m overreacting, I know, but it did hurt to see it. I don’t know how to be with her. I’m trying to be normal but I can’t.”

Jordan nodded, listening to her.

“I guess I’m just hurt. It’s my own fault. I shouldn’t have let her get so close to me.”

Jordan rolled her eyes. “No. Don’t be stupid. I told you don’t do this. Talk to the girl Lucy. You can’t just go cold turkey on her for no reason. It’s not fair.”

Lucy stared at the mug, she knew Jordan was right, but she also wanted to protect herself. I mean it’s natural. If you like someone and they don’t like you, you have to pull away. Right?

Lucy knew she would have to put a stop to the flirting, the constant texts every evening, the lunch outings. Stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss Ona’s soft looking lips. Stop wondering what it would be like to hold her in the morning while they made each other come again and again, Ona screaming her name.

Yeah, she had to stop. She had to for her own sake. She didn’t want to fall any harder for someone that she had no chance with, Ona clearly didn’t feel the same. Like Jordan said, the Spanish are open people, she probably doesn’t see anything other than just being friends with Lucy. And the realisation hurt.

“Yeah.” The brunette huffed out, she grabbed a second mug and started to make herself and Ona a tea. A ‘sorry’ tea if you will.

“God, you are hard headed. Talk to the girl. Also make me a cup.” Jordan said it as she patted Lucy on the back. The brunette shook her head at her best friend, the smallest of smiles touching her lips.

——————-

After her chat with Jordan, Lucy tried to be normal with Ona, but it was a lot harder than she thought it would be. She was fighting between so many feelings towards the girl. She still liked her, but when she felt those emotions she tried to squash any kind of feelings down, no matter how hard it was. She could tell the younger girl was trying her best to not let it affect her and tried to not make it awkward, but Lucy was as stubborn as they came. She wanted to be with her but sometimes she couldn’t even look at her. It was hard to process her feelings, she didn’t know how to handle herself.

The next month was awful for Ona, Lucy had been completely off with her, she hardly spoke to her, and when she did it was mostly about the case or something to do with work. Ona tried to text Lucy like they normally would but the older brunette hardly replied, and if she did it was a day late or a reply that you couldn’t really respond to. So the texts stopped. Things just wasn’t the same for Lucy and Ona, they slipped into an awkward situation. The older brunette constantly turned down Ona’s lunch invites, she spent most of her lunches at the gym or alone. It got to the point where Ona stopped going to and from work with Lucy, riding the bus instead. That hurt Lucy but she knew it was for the best.

Ona had asked if she was okay, she asked if she had did something to upset her, but Lucy would repeat herself and say nothing was wrong. It was more than frustrating for Ona, Lucy clearly had a problem with her and she didn’t know why.

The second week after the ‘dancing incident’ Ona had been tossing and turning in her sleep, she needed to know if she had made Lucy feel uncomfortable that night. It was when Lucy dropped her off one evening that she plucked the courage to say something.

“Lucy, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Ona said it with tears threatening to spill over. Lucy looked over at the younger girl confused.

“I really am sorry if I said the wrong thing or touched you in a way you didn’t like. I would never want to make you feel uncomfortable, it’s the absolute last thing I would want. So I am really sorry. I know you’ve been off with me and if this is the reason I sincerely apologies. I will no longer be like this with you, the flirty things I do, I will stop. I’m really sorry.”

Lucy was lost, she didn’t know what the Spaniard was talking about, what did she do to make her uncomfortable? Her heart broke seeing Ona like this, she felt bad, she knew she was being off with the girl, but it was what she needed to do.

“I’m a little lost.” Lucy confessed.

Ona looked at her hard, like she normally did, she searched the girls face. Her voice was shakey. “When we were dancing. I said some inappropriate things to you. I regret it, I shouldn’t have. And I’m sorry.”

It hit Lucy then, Ona thought she was upset because of that, because of how she reacted after their dancing.

“Oh, no that’s not- You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all. I just have a lot on, this case is not going the way I thought it would.”

Liar.

Ona slowly nodded. She had done what she could, if Lucy was going to carry on this way, that was on her, even if it did break the you girls heart. She had clearly pushed Lucy too far.

“Okay, good night Lucy.”

Half an hour later Lucy received a text from Ona that she didn’t need to pick her up in the morning.

And that’s how they carried on for a month, basically strangers. ————-

“Do you think he’s been tipped off?” Ona sat next to Lucy in the under cover police car as they sat at the traffic lights. After another long day of not finding the criminal.

They had been informed Slims had been spotted, and for a week they had been patrolling the area. Since the raid he had been laying low, they had tried to get information from his brother Bugz, but he hadn’t spoken in his interrogation interview, choosing to repeatedly say ‘not guilty’. He wasn’t giving any information and no names, he was keeping quiet for his brother, ready to take all the heat for him. Though it didn’t matter, they had enough evidence for that both of them, they just needed to arrest him.

They had called it a day, having been out for 10 hours, it had been frustrating to say the least. They needed to get their hands on him, he was the boss and brains behind the operation, if they got him then they got everyone.

And just like that, their luck turned around.

“Lucy. There he is.” Ona had spotted him standing outside a building. The older brunette spotted him straight away, but he also spotted them, and he didn’t wait around, he began to sprint.

“Shit. We’re going to loose him.”

“No we’re not.” Ona didn’t think twice, she jumped out of the car, her eyes dead set on the man.

“Ona, no!” Lucy shouted. Dread instantly filled her, Ona was already gone. She lifted her walkie talkie. “We have eyes on Slims, we need officers, no noise, no lights. We’ve spotted him on the high street going up Stock Street.”

Alex came in immediately. “Got that loud and clear, we’re 10 minutes away.”

Lucy messily parked the car and grabbed her hand gun. She had already lost sight of Ona and Slims, panic set in. This wasn’t the way they had planned this.

Ona was hot on Slims heels, she may not have been the strongest or tallest person on the squad, but my god she was fast. She chased him down the high street, she could feel her heart racing, she knew she couldn’t let him get away. He ran across the busy high street, not caring about moving cars or people. Cars honked and tyres screeched as he ran infront of them. Ona was a lot more agile, racing around the obstacles without blinking.

Lucy heard the commotion on the street, following the noise as fast she could, she could hear Alex talking over the radio to the other police officers.

Ona chased Slims to a bridge, deep water rushing underneath them. He turned around, they was only 2 meters apart but Ona could see the evil in his eyes, he looked furious. But he also noticed Ona was alone, and no gun in sight.

“If I’d know it was just you I would have taken us somewhere a little more private.” He winked at her, smirking as he moved closer to her. He lunged quickly at Ona, but she was quicker, she grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm. He yelped out in pain and pushed them backwards to the short bridge wall. Ona was leaning dangerously close over the bridge. She used all her strength to push them forward, having to let go of his wrist.

“Oh she’s strong, I like it when she puts up a fight. Always makes it more fun when she’s crying on her back.”

“Just like your brother cried when I put him in his back?” Ona spat back.

He snarled at her. “You fucking bitch.” He pounced at her again, but his face met Ona’s elbow, breaking his nose instantly. He screamed in pain. “You little cunt!”

“Ona!” Lucy shouted at the end of the bridge but she wish she hadn’t. Ona looked over distracted, when she felt a painful grip in her hair, yanking her harshly to her knees.

Lucy pulled her gun out in a speed she didn’t think was possible, she had her finger on the trigger ready to put a bullet in between his eyes.

“Let her go.” Lucy said with gritted teeth. “You’ve got nowhere else to go, don’t make it worse.”

Slim looked around, yanking Ona by her hair, he pulled her back up to her feet, making her yelp in pain. “Hmm crying for it already?” He whispered in her ear.

Ona tried to move, but he only gripped her tighter making her wince. She gritted her teeth, trying not to make any noise, knowing it only gave him some sick satisfaction.

Lucy took slow steps forward, wanting to get a better aim on him. “Just let her go.”

“Come any closer and she’s coming over with me.” He shifted himself and Ona closer to the edge of the bridge, making sure to put Ona in front of him as he eyed the gun pointing at him.

Lucy could feel the colour leave her face, she didn’t have a clear enough shot without a chance of hitting Ona. She looked at the younger girl, her face was in pain, her big brown eyes looking at Lucy, that’s when she saw her mouthing something, but she couldn’t make it out.

Ona rocked her head backwards, cracking Slims nose once more. He pulled her hair even harder, but had moved slightly away from her, giving Lucy just a little more space. She had her aim, her finger pulled the trigger.

Ona flinched, she heard the gun, the sound of the shot striking her ear drums, she looked at Lucy, her face was unreadable. She saw blood on the floor. Her knees felt weak. The grip in her hair had gone. Thats when she heard the cry from Slims, he backed away from her, holding his shoulder where Lucy had buried her bullet.

Police cars drove in at the end of the bridge, Alex and the team jumping out. Slims looked between them and the water beneath, and without thinking he jumped into the rushing water, disappearing into the deep black depths.

Ona looked over the bridge, trying to look for the criminal, closing her eyes in frustration when she couldn’t find him. “No! Merda!”

Lucy ran over to Ona, grabbing her by the arms. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She felt relief wash over her.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. But he’s gone. I messed up.” Ona looked at the floor, not able to look at Lucy.

“Do you think I care about that? I’m just glad you’re okay Ona, you scared me. I didn’t kno-“ Lucy was cut off by Alex.

“Bronze we have officers following the river.”

“Good, get the K9 team out aswell.”

“Already on their way.” Alex confirmed.

“Good, thank you Greenwood. Keep me updated.”

Alex nodded, she gave Ona a gentle squeeze on her arm. “Glad you’re okay.” Before she ran back to the team shouting orders.

Ona looked back at Lucy. “I’m sorry I ran off. I know I shouldn’t have. It was stupid off me, I just didn’t want to loose him.”

“Don’t worry Ona, let’s get you home. I’m sure your head should get looked at, you really did a number on his face.” Lucy looked at her proudly, it was the first time she had really smiled at the girl since their friendship became strained.

Ona gave her a small smile. She felt her heart racing but she blamed it on the situation. Not the way Lucy was looking at her.

#woso soccer #women’s football #woso #woso community #lucy bronze #woso fanfics #woso couples #woso imagine #alternate universe

[zelphin124]

Cross x Y/N Short Story

In all honesty this was very spontaneous... And I just got home so I can get back to writing everything else!

(I do not claim the art as my own)

*cough* @tehrogueva @kuuuuro @pandimoostuff

Cross belongs to @jakei95

TW: Suggestive

Enjoy!

~o0o~

OuterTale. The place where the stars shined brighter than the lights in the city. The place where comets and galaxies shimmered with color. An empty space where people came to contemplate life and make big decisions.

OuterTale was an AU that could never be forgotten. OuterTale was where the darkest secrets unfolded.

You were told to meet one of your closest friends here, Cross. He seemed so nervous when asking you, which was unusual for his behavior. Sitting down on a cliff edge, you start to recall the conversation a week before.

You were at a Grillbys in some AU that you forgot. Cross was sitting across from you and you guys had a lovely conversation. There was lots of laughter and wheezing, to the point most of the people around you looked genuinely concerned for your guys' well being. You ended blaming it on whatever drink you had that night.

"Y/N," Cross calmed down before changing his tone. "Uhm... Would you be able to meet me at OuterTale this time next week?" He scratched his head nervously as he stared you down. His eyes were shaking, but he remained firm in his ask.

How strange, what caused the sudden change in his demeanour? You hope you didn't say anything wrong, though Cross didn't seem upset.

You asked him where specifically, as you didn't care for going into the villages of other AUs. It was hard enough to blend into other universes, let alone OuterTale.

"The cliffs near the floating islands," Cross answered, twirling the glass in his hand. "I uh... Wanted to try out that camera Paps got me. Would you wear something nice for them?"

You blushed, and quite noticably. The face Cross made when he mentioned you wearing something nice was so adorable, as if he stared in admiration. Come to think of it, he always did that. The last time you wore something nice, he couldn't take his eyes off you.

It was one of the reasons why you loved him. Oftentimes you were called a simp amongst your peers due to your crush toward him. You loved anything and everything Cross did for you. Whether or not that was bringing you flowers, getting you food after a hard day at work, or just hugging you until you stopped crying... Everything about him captivated you. His style, his personality, his smile, his laugh... Oh gosh his laugh. If only you could somehow keep it on repeat, you would. It was music to your ears and made all the butterflies in your stomach fluster.

Your friends often said you craved him. They weren't wrong. You longed to be in his presence, for his eyes to meet yours, to hear his voice speak to you, for him to touch you-

"Y/N?" Cross leaned over the table and snapped his fingers in front of both of your eyes. When you came back to reality, he smiled softly. "You able to come?"

You told him you wouldn't miss it for the world, after apologizing for zoning out.

"Tch," he snickered, giving that smile that made your heart pound. "Alright, I'll walk you home and see you then."

You sighed happily as you remember the walk home and how it was full of dancing and signing. Cross taught you a few more steps to a dance you were learning with him before he said goodbye. Dancing was the only excuse you could find to be close to him other than hugging. You wondered if it was obvious to Cross that you liked him.

However, you couldn't figure out if the feelings were reciprocated. Cross didn't seem to have the same responses to things that you did. Although you were told many times by others that he was into you, you couldn't wrap your head around it. There's no way he could like you that way... Why would someone as great as he love a human like you?

This very reason has kept a tight seal on your lips. There were many times where you wished you told him, but the fear of ruining your friendship got in the way. What if he didn't reciprocate those feelings? Would all be lost? Surely it would be awkward. Though, you wouldn't know, as you any memory of your past relationships had faded when arriving in the multiverse.

"You came," a sigh of relief came from behind you.

You stood up and turned to face your best friend. He was... To put it simply, stunning. He wore a long black suit with a white X across his chest. He adjusted his tie with one hand and held your favorite flowers in the other. Your blush didn't help hide how grateful you were for his thoughtful gift. He was always good at remembering your favorites, rather than giving you whatever he could find. His eyes glowed softly, and he smiled wildly at you. "Wow." He breathed.

You had worn your favorite color dress that changed shades all the way to the bottom of your ankles. You thought it would be better to leaves the sleeves on your arms rather than your shoulders. Perhaps it would be better for photo taking as Cross had planned.

You thanked him for the flowers with a squeak before asking him where he would like you to stand.

"Oh we can worry about that later," he set the camera down on the rock as it flashed red. "For now, I wanted to practice our dance."

Your face was tomato red. Dancing with your crush in nice clothing under the starry cover of OuterTale? This was a dream come true. You nodded and adjusted your dress so it would flow smoothly.

Cross wasted no time as he came toward you and swooped your arms into his. Immediately, his feet began to pace. You figured out the rhythm as you danced along, following his lead. The song slowly started to play in your head as you moved along the cliff edge with him.

Cross's eyes were sinking into you. The more he looked at you, the more purple his face became. His grip around your waist became more snug... As if he was holding the most precious jewel in the world. His thumb traced your hand with the grace of a feather, and his eyes were drooped so perfectly.

You found it difficult to focus on the steps as your heart pounded from excitement. He was so close, so peaceful... So absolutely perfect. You knew you would treasure this moment forever, and nothing would ever compare to this.

Cross's pacing slowed, pulling you closer to him. You gasp as his hand that was holding yours traveled to your cheek and jawline. His breath became shaky, and it was hard to see his eyes against his purple blush. "Y/N... I... I love you..." His voice was barely above a whisper while his eyes were locked on your face.

What? He... Did he just say that? You would've called him on his bluff if you didn't see the hearts in his eyessockets.

"Everything about you drives me crazy for you... I adore you..." His face got closer with every breath, and his words got slower and slower. "You're so beautiful, and kind, and I..."

You were dreaming. You had to be. This was too good to be true. Cross loved you back?! Not only that, but he adored you?! Nah, you would wake up any moment now.

But that kiss proved you otherwise. There wasn't another word that escaped his mouth before he caught you up in a loving kiss, your body pressing up against his. It was long, gentle, and made both of your faces turn into bright colors.

He broke away after a few seconds, his breath shaky and his smile wide. When he saw you were panting, blushing, and gripping his chest, he kissed you again... And again... And again... Until you lost count of how many times he came back to your lips, begging for more.

Your feet were lifted off the ground many times. His hands tightened around your head and waist to press you closer to him. Your body shook with pure bliss. Your heart had stopped from utter shock and surprise, though, you knew it was still alive because of how flustered it was.

It ended too soon, as he sat you back down on the ground and rested his forehead against yours. "Sorry, I..." He sighed. "I got carried away... I didnt mean to-"

You told him to shush, letting him know that you enjoyed every moment of it. After you explained to him that you had liked him all this time, he was relieved and satisfied.

"I... Stars, you're beautiful... Everything about you... is amazing, and... I always want to be with you... Protect you... Love you..."

Cross continued to whisper all that he felt and all that he had to say as you two swayed under the stars. It was pure bliss, and you couldn't believe it was real. Though, Cross reassured you it was real through many kisses. He explained he had held back such affection for so long, he wanted to get it all out. You were too much of a blushing mess to give any affection back, though, he didn't seem to mind. Cross seemed perfectly happy with growing the blush on your own face. Since he had known you for so long, it was easy for him to find out what physical things you liked very quickly.

To this day you can't wrap your head around how lucky you were. Cross since then had provided, protected, and loved you like you never had, or as much as you could remember. You must have been the main character in a story, as it was the only explanation you could find to explain such a wonderful, disney-princess moment.

However, you decided that chance or not, you were the luckiest person in the whole multiverse, because you were in your lovers arms, and he loved you more than anyone else could.

#cross sans #yn #sans x reader #reader x sans #sans x yn #cross x yn #short story #ooooh boy #i might be a simp now #OH WELL HAHAHA

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

anniversaries | yunho

Happy holidays to anyone who celebrates! I just wanted to write something cute and fluffy and short, so I hope you enjoy. <3 Warnings: I tried to avoid gendered terms but there might be some accidents, there are pet names (love, honey), it's implied reader is kinda shorter than Yunho but no specific size parameters are mentioned.

You are a person who keeps track of dates. You know every birthday in your family, always have a plan for holidays, and make sure your coworkers feel admired and appreciated.

So it was a bit of a shock to see your boyfriend of not-quite-one year standing at your door with a little pink box wrapped up in gold ribbon, his eyes bright and excited and his cheeks flushed with the winter chill.

"Yunho!" you exclaimed, nonplussed, ushering him inside and closing the door against the cold. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi to you too," he teases, putting the cake box on the counter and extricating himself from his jacket. During the winter, Yunho is always wearing a soft, fluffy sweater -- a habit he adopted after learning that you couldn't resist burying your face in his chest when he had one on. Even now, you can't help but wrap your arms around his middle, running your hands up and down the soft fabric. "I have a gift for you. I thought I'd surprise you and drop it off."

"What's the occasion?" you ask him.

He grins. "Why don't we sit down first? I want snuggles."

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, cuddling up beside him on the couch in the living room. "What have you been up to today?" you ask him, putting one of your hands up against his cold cheek to try and warm him.

"Honestly, not that much," he says simply, leaning into your touch. "I was mostly thinking about you all day."

You laugh -- he's not usually this clingy.

Your relationship with Yunho began as a friendship that had gradually become something infinitely more. He could make you smile even on days when it was hard to get out of bed, and you also felt that he drew strength from your honesty and good humor. You could talk to him about anything. He was genuinely your very best friend. And that meant everything to you.

"Was there a reason I was on your mind today?" you ask him as he winds his arms around your waist.

"You're on my mind every day," he insists, "but today is special, yes."

"Why?"

"Because I had a very important conversation with Mingi last year that made me decide to shoot my shot."

"Really?" you ask, surprised. "I've never heard this story."

He chuckles. "Well, Mingi and I were hanging out, and we ended up talking about you like we always did because I was a miserable loser who was scared to ask you out --"

"Okay, but I was just as big of a loser as you," you remind him with a playful shove. "We were both just dancing around having that conversation, which in hindsight, is actually pretty funny --"

"Because it was really easy once we finally did it," Yunho laughs. "Yeah, I remember. But I'm telling you a story now, love."

"Sorry," you giggle, looking up at him with wide eyes and trying not to smile. Yunho thinks his heart might explode, so he continues.

"It's okay. But anyway, Mingi got fed up with me and told me if I didn't ask you out I would never even know what you might have said. The turning point was when he said, 'you either say something and maybe get rejected, or say nothing and never even have a chance.'"

You think back to the "DTR" conversation you'd had with Yunho all that time ago -- how he'd taken your hands in his and asked you if friendship was all you saw in him. You remember how his hands shook, how it was one of the few times that you'd seen him unsmiling, and you'd realized that he was as terrified as you. Somehow, that made it so much easier to confess. "Remind me to thank Mingi later," you murmur, turning toward Yunho and snuggling into him.

"It was very wise of him," Yunho agrees. "But anyway. That conversation happened a year ago today, so I wanted to celebrate." He squeezes you. "Go get the box."

Reluctantly, you untangle yourself from your boyfriend and grab the box from the counter, sitting down beside him. "Do I just open it?" you say, shaking it to see if you can hear anything from the box.

Yunho winces as you shake it. "Uh, my love," he says, his expression pained. "I don't think you should shake that."

"Why?" you ask, suddenly worried. "Was it a kitten or something?"

Yunho laughs. "No," he says. "But it shouldn't be shaken. Just open it and you'll see."

So you open it. Inside is a small cake with very smeared frosting. You can tell what it used to say, though: "Happy Mingi Day." And you're laughing.

"I was thinking we could do something nice for Mingi every year on this day," Yunho muses, taking in the mess you've made inside the box. "Should we take him his favorite snacks?"

"Of course. But we should make a pact never to explain why we're so nice to him this one day out of the year," you muse. "It'll be hilarious if he never knows why."

Yunho beams. "I love you," he says, squishing you in a huge hug with his big sweater.

"I love you more," you say. Then suddenly you realize something.

"So it actually still took you three weeks to talk to me after you had the conversation with Mingi?!"

"Water under the bridge, honey."

#yunho #ateez #ateez yunho #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #jeong yunho

[andastartosteerherby]

SVSSS Fic Rec

I'm updating it everyday, because time crunch.

(Mostly Bingqiu/Bingyuan, Unless Tagged)

*Different Endless Abyss

Guess I'll Die - Shen Qingqiu goes to the Endless Abyss.

Speak No Evil - SQQ gives up his voice to stop Endless Abyss. It happens anyway.

*Amnesia

Night of Yearning - Luo Binghe forgets Shen Qingqiu.

*Jinlan City Goes Differently/Different Reunion/Different Rebirth

High Mountains, How I long

Dew Over - Shen Qingqiu is reborn in the mushroom body and tries to live as Peerless Cucumber.

Honesty is Such a Lonely Word - Shen Qinqiu faces the trial, and Old Palace Master uses a truth-finding artefact.

*Time Loop/Time Travel

Just Like A Monkey (I've Been Dancing My Whole Life) - Instead of being reborn after self-destructing, Shen Qingqiu keeps coming back on the Stairs of the Brothel in Jinlan City.

Master of Dual Cultivation Series - Shen Yuan reboots his time in PIDW. He is traumatised and less happy-go-lucky. This one is multi, with Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan getting more focus uptill now (in the first two stories) but Luo Binghe is important too.

*Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan

Deluxe System 2.0: Co-op Mode!

Found Brother Shen brothers.

A-Yuan Has at Least Three Friends - Shen Qingqiu turns into a kid with both Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu's memory. They are the same person.

Replacement Head Disciple Shen Yuan - Set after the Abyss, before Binghe's return. Shen Brothers.

*Epic (These fics are longer and plot-heavy, and won a special place in my heart)

You Reap What You Sow - Luo Binghe is the transmigrator. I thought it would be so-so, but turned out to be one of the best ones I've ever read. Also has Shen brothers.

Xiangyang - When you are born as the daughter of your murderer, what do you do? A question for the ages. No active pairing, original LBH and his harem is present.

Uprooted - Shen Yuan transmigrates as a minor villain in PIDW. Except he's not.

To Stem the Coming Tide - Shen Qingqiu learns about Shang Qinghua a bit earlier, and they plot to avoid their fate. No Endless Abyss.

*IWYWMH & Its AUs

I Wish You Were My Husband - The epickest of epics. It produced a number of spin-offs of it's own. Maybe I should put them under separate sub-headings when I have time. Bingqiu main pair, but has past yuejiu and hints of one-sided liushen.

A Wish to Change Fate - A great fanfic to IWYWMH. Shen Yuan is actually Shen Jiu's reincarnation. This fic touched my heart in all the right ways, gave me things I didn't even know I craved. Someday I should write about it in details. Hings of Bingjiu/Bingyuan (since both are the same).

No Wish for the Wicked - Shen Yuan wasn't around to take the place of Shen Jiu. Sad.

*Bingge

to love another (and to learn yourself) - Bingge tries to get his own Shizun and brings a Shen Yuan. Even without his cultivation power, Shen Yuan is not a pushover. Binggeyuan.

How to Train Your Shen Qingqiu - Another piece I ignored for a long time, but turned out to be very good. I need to reread it.

*WIP

I usually avoid wips, but here are some of the best ones I read:

I Was Transmigrated as a Sword (Gen up till now)

Lotus Seeds - Shen Yuan runs away to save himself from the horrible fate of the Scum Villain - to the realm of the Lotus Eaters.

Scum Villain's Book of Prophecy - Shen jiu reads PIDW and learns the future. Original Luo Binghe/Original Shen Qingqiu. Almost finished, epic length.

#svsss #luo binghe x shen qingqiu #svsss fic #svsss fic rec

[radiocrypt-id]

I think it's important to note that Rosamund is on a trip that at some point everyone takes in their life. She's falling out of the Dream.

Rosamund was a Princess. But she was Princess of Nothing. Rosamund wasn't taught how to be a good leader or shepherd, she wasn't taught how to survive politics or war. All Rosamund was ever taught was that one day a Prince would save her.

Her parents were over protective and desperate. They uprooted an entire industry in their own kingdom, no doubt severely damaging their trade, resources and coffers in doing so, just to try and prevent Rosamund from ever seeing a spindle, let alone being near one. They were so afraid for their precious little girl. They let her dance and sing and enjoy every moment of being a Princess, because they knew she would suffer one day soon, they would lose her, so they held on so tight to every happy thing they could for her. She ate the best food, slept in the bed sheets and with the softest pillows, she danced and sang music and played with anyone or anything she wanted. She was sheltered. Kept away in a tower, away from other people that might harm her, maybe only knowing the staff of the castle and her parents, when there was no need for it. She was alone and spoiled. She should be a brat. A number one stuck-up little bitch. But she's not. She's a Dreamer. She's kind and silly and warm, everything her parents could have ever wanted from her.

Rosamund learning that True Love is false, that her Prince would indeed not come and save her, that the world doesn't work that way and maybe it never should have, is such a hard reality. We forget, all the time, that Rosamund is 18. Her entire life she's been told to never fret, her Prince would come. Even as she tore Briars from her stomach and carved her way out of it's thorns, Rosamund didn't realize she saved herself, she was waiting for her Prince. She was supposed to stay safe and wait for him, it's all she knows, it's all she was supposed to be.

And in someways, I suppose, someone did come to save her. Not from the Curse, or the Briars, or even from the Neverafter. Cinderella climbed the tower in a space between worlds and sat down and as kindly as she could, laid out the world as it was to a sweet, hopeful young girl with no clue. Despite her anger and bitter contempt for the Canon of their worlds, the nature of their lives, Cinderella was as gentle as she could be. She was the gentle nudge Rosamund needed to look around, and inadvertently became Rosamunds guiding light. She doesn't know if the Princesses are good or not, she doesn't know if they're right. What she does know is that Cinderella is her own Knight in Shining armour, she doesn't need or want a Prince, and she's sure not waiting for someone to come and save her. Cinderella is a bitter young adult that's been faced with the harsh reality that life isn't what you want it to be just because you want it to be that way. Rosamund is the still hopeful teenager looking up to Cinderella as someone who wont lie to her, even if it hurts. Her disappointment when Snow White told her Cinderella wasn't there yet was visible. Her joy to hear that not only was Cinderella coming soon, but that she was bringing more Princesses just like Rosamund was like a sun. She's excited to see Cinderella, desperate for that guidance and honesty that woke her up, hopeful there's something of this world worth being around for. Cinderella saved Rosamund from the loneliness and fear she would have suffered alone, the hard way, the Cinderella had to.

Rosamund wants so badly to believe in True Love because she knows nothing else, but that doesn't stop her from forging these bonds with her friends; she loves her silly frog cousin, she's a hero to a monstrous little girl and mischievous wooden boy, she's a light for an old storyteller, and a kind, honest presence to a guilt ridden cat. She's built herself a little family all on her own. She's her own hero and she is in way over her head. She knows the world is hard and cold but she still sings songs and scold misbehaviour and gets into trouble. She's excited to meet her Sister Princesses, she's happy to enjoy toy island. She's so afraid, and lonely, and has no idea what she's doing or where to go, but she's also full of hope and joy, she's curious and kind, she's everything she needs to be and still can't let go of what she was.

But as from the beginning, Rosamund moves forward.

#d20 rosamund #d20 neverafter #d20 spoilers #neverafter gerard #neverafter spoilers #pinocchio neverafter #neverafter #rosamund du prix #cinderella #Her own hero #dimension 20 #ylfa snorgelsson #brennan lee mulligan

[chaoticallyfragmentary]

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

This is a bit of childhood friends to lovers, lots of pining and just Kuroo being a dork and Kenma, a sneaky little shit. Includes some fluff and initial hurt to comfort. 

You freeze, teetering between steps when Tetsu—Kuroo accosts you at your door. You are tired, a bone deep exhaustion clinging to your bones, a little aching and caught off guard by his presence. He sniffles, nose pink from the biting cold or from his tears, the quiet ones that he’s crying.

You withhold a sigh, a scream for help because it is Kuroo, the boy who put band aids on your knees and held your hand through the first day of school, because snow clings to his hair, a snowstorm incoming and he is here, at your doorstep with tear tracks on his cheeks and fury in his eyes, earbuds dangling uselessly from the ipod, where you are sure, he was listening to the playlist you made for him, holding up a letter in your writing, long since opened. 

Shit, you thought you’d be gone by then.

You poured so much of yourself onto those pages, long muffled secrets and wistful sighs, long harbored feelings, a final concession before trying to forget, leaving for good.

“Hi love,” he says and you are ten again, a bit broken and battered, moving halfway across the world with your grandparents, an outstretched hand of a boy your age, both of you crying as he chased your bullies away, lips wobbling as he tries so hard to be brave.

“Kuroo?” you clear your throat, suppressing an urge to flee, mouth twisting to a sad shape.

 “Does this mean what I think it means?” he asks, pleads really.

You are seventeen again, listening to Kuroo laugh, a wonky little thing, a bit like a dying goat but you would bottle it up if you could, but then your eyes land on the girl on Kuroo’s arm and something in your chest aches.

“What do you think it means?” you ask instead, a watery laugh bubbling from your throat. 

He smiles, a tiny little thing, reminded of nights like these, when neither of you could sleep, questions were answered with more questions, sneaking into each other’s bedrooms, the pebbles thrown at windows, the chemistry study sessions, the lazy cuddle nights with Kenma, the midnight train rides and the warmth of terrible decisions.

He is fifteen again, realizing that his best friend had gotten pretty. Sixteen, realizing that he wanted to kiss the said best friend, wanting to throw himself off the tallest building he could find. It was as if he’d never had a crush before, Kenma snickering under his breath about how he was so very fucked.

“It’s not my job to say it chibi,” he says and he is twenty two again, eyes looking for you at the party.

“Kuroo!” your yell pierces the air, hands perched on your hips in the most accusatory kind of way as you stare Kuroo down.

“I’ve just been busy chibi, organizer of the party and all that”

“You haven’t looked at me, Kuroo”

Oh, but he has, and you look so beautiful, black gown that hugged all your curves and revealed unknown stretches of skin and he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into it. You looked like his, but on Iwaizumi’s arm and fuck it all if he didn’t feel like his heart was a desiccated, dying thing performing the actions of something living.

(Met abroad, studied at the same university, blah blah, bleh. Anyone who tells you he’s been giving Iwaizumi the stink eye throughout the party is nothing but a filthy liar) 

“Do you want to dance chibi?” he asks, one tiny want seeping out from the aching places inside his chest.

Your head tilts a fraction, eyes teetering between cautious hope and blinding joy. You let yourself take his hand and learn, for the span of a single evening, what holding Kuroo Tetsurou in your arms felt like.

You wilt, what option did you have but honesty?

 “I-I-I,” new tears spring from your eyes at your inability to articulate even the barest of words but you plough through. “I love you— I-I d-don’t know since when, o-or for h-how l-l-long. I’ve done a piss poor job of n-not falling for my best friend b-but it’s always been you, me and you, you and me. W-We have always been an ‘us.’ S-Sorry” the confession slips out of your mouth before you can yank it back and shove it down your throat.

“I am so fucking furious, chibi”

He’s breathing heavily, emotion pouring out from him and your throat feels like it might swell shut.

“I’m so sorry but please don’t cry.” You hear the strain in your voice, self control rapidly dwindling as you barely resist the incessant throb behind your ribs, to just reach out and hold him close, wrap him in a blanket burrito, get him some hot chocolate and beat up anyone who dared to make him cry.

“I’d stop if I could,” he snaps, wiping another stray tear, furious at himself for crying.

“You mean to tell me,” he takes in a measured breath, like a man on the verge of starvation, fighting every impulse to reach for a feast in front of him.

“You mean to tell me that all this time the two of us wasted on pining away after each another, we could’ve been making out?” he shouts.

You bluescreen, a blink and a breath.

Once your brain processes the words, you release the deluge, laughter spilling over as your resistance buckles, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth after so many years of fantasizing the same.

When Kenma takes all the money from the bet your friends seem to have made, Kuroo calling him scheming filthy liar, you laugh coasting over Kuroo’s outraged noises about how could Kenma bet against him, how he’d known you would confess first… Kenma winking at you, mouthing fucking finally, as happiness tints your vision golden.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo drabble #kuroo fluff #hurt/comfort #fluff #hq fluff #mentions of iwa and kenma #friends to lovers #pining #mutual pining

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Sparks Fly - Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

Summary: A lot of Taylor Swift songs being sung by you, a shy goalie (nicknamed Rocket/Cohete) who has a crush on Aitana, but is too scared to say anything without the help of some older players who have all but adopted Rocket.

///

You weren’t exactly the loudest teammate at Barcelona Femeni. You weren’t super quiet, but you were noticeably quiet, you’d speak when spoken to, mutter sarcastic comments under your breath (that made whoever heard chuckle), and ask Alexia or Sandra questions afterwards if you needed to.

The feeling that everyone was watching you unnerved you until you were between those goal posts, your focus on the ball, and your backline.

Your teammates were unaware you had more than one talent, that talent being you could sing quite well, you were still working on the songwriting aspect, but you adored singing your favourite songs. You were the quiet goalie, and nobody knew how creative you could be.

In all honesty, you thought you were alone in the showers, closing your eyes and taking a breath as the water trailed down your body, “we were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashback starts, I’m standing there, on a balcony in summer air…”

Your thoughts drifted to the first time you saw her. Aitana. You were sitting on the bench that game, but you almost fell off of it, leaning forwards trying to catch a look at the Spanish midfielder who caught your eye.

“So I sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet ‘cause we’re dead if they knew, so close your eyes, escape this town for a little while-” you fell silent, eyes opening as you heard footsteps approach and a door open. Biting your lip, you waited. Waiting to see if whoever was there had heard you, or walked in unaware.

Turning the shower off, you grabbed your towel, hurriedly getting dry, tugging on shorts and a t-shirt, you almost fell as you slipped on your slides to walk out.

Your eyes locked onto the floor as you walked out, your stuff bundled in your arms as you chanced a glance at whoever was standing at the steamed up mirrors, looking at her reflection like it wasn’t completely hidden by steam. Your stomach flipped as you realised who could have heard you. A fellow quiet one, someone who understood the parts of you that you let show, and the parts you didn’t. Alexia.

Your breath hitched slightly, turning your head to avoid Alexia’s gaze, but in the process walking head on into the doorframe as you tried to head to the locker room.

The thing with taking so long in the showers so that you were alone was that most of the players had already left. Most of, because Alexia may have just heard you singing. Sitting in the locker room, you swapped your slides out for your trainers as you packed up your stuff. You sped up as Alexia could walk in any moment, pulling your stuff together before heading out to walk back to your place.

Choosing to always walk back to your place instead of driving had your teammates raising their eyebrows at you, especially at the times when some of them would drive past you on the way home. But the walk gave you more than just time to think, your earphones in as you hummed along to your music, learning new lyrics and testing out your range as you walked.

Wearing your earphones also meant you didn’t hear when some of your teammates would honk their horns when they saw you. Mapi and Leila had tried offering you a lift once, whilst Jenni leaned over to honk the horn as Alexia drove. Both cars went unnoticed.

You didn’t see Alexia drive by you as you were walking this time, but she smiled softly, realising you weren’t talking on the phone as you walked, something she’d assumed in the past, but walking home singing.

You were going to have to start paying attention to your surroundings more. Arriving at the next training early gave you time to get prepared before the chaos arrived and the locker room was full of your teammates loudly dancing and cheering.

“My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in, everyone looked worse in the light. There are so many lines that I’ve crossed unforgiven, I’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye. I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I’ve thought of you…”

The problem with singing along to music through your earphones was that you couldn’t hear your surroundings. Luck may have it this time though, you were obscured from view when your teammates began to arrive, although Sandra, Irene and Aitana were looking around in confusion of where the singing was coming from, whilst Alexia sneakily located you.

Your eyes were closed as she approached, resting one hand on your knee as the other went to her lips, motioning for you to shush as your eyes opened, brimmed with fear. The hand on your knee gently squeezed in comfort, Alexia gesturing towards the other door as you nodded, tiptoeing out of the locker room to circle back.

Slipping into the toilets, you let out a nervous breath, resting your hands on the sink to stare at yourself in the mirror for a moment. Splashing water on your face, you removed your earphones and wrapped them around your phone, glancing down at your feet to spot you were walking around in your socks.

Walking back into the locker room, you ignored the inquisitive and confused glances you received as you headed towards where you’d left your stuff, frowning slightly before something hit the back of your head.

Turning around, you raised an eyebrow as you spotted Sandra holding your goalie glove, the other on the floor by your bootless feet.

“Vamos, kid, let’s see if we are practising your rocket jumps today!” Sandra ruffled your hair, pressing your goalie glove into your hand before she went to head out to warm up, gesturing to you, then Alexia, to make sure you put your boots on.

“Not a baby, Pina’s the baby.” You whispered, sitting down to slip your boots on.

“Boots, shin pads, gloves.” Alexia patted your back gently as you leaned down to tie your boots, glancing up at her as you reached for your shin pads from your bag, not ready to admit you’d nearly forgotten them then.

Alexia nodded slightly, watching as you slipped your phone with your earphones wrapped around into your bag before she headed out, wrapping her arm around Aitana, who had stopped to watch you and Alexia.

Cheers and hollers caught your attention as you glanced up, shin pads in place, boots on with laces tied, and gloves in hand, Mapi and Ingrid having just walked in behind Leila. The chaos had arrived.

Heading outside to the pitch, you tugged along one of the wheelie freezer boxes which were stacked with the labelled water bottles, ignoring how it wasn’t even your turn to bring one this time as you reached the pitch, jogging over to warm up then split off to work with your fellow goalies.

“Hey kid, goal kick!” Sandra shouted, throwing a ball to you with a smirk as you caught it, placing it on the line, before kicking it flying, watching as it landed in the middle of the rest of the players, who turned their heads to glance over at you standing on the edge of the goal area.

“Barcelona’s little rocket!” Sandra’s gloved hand ruffled your hair, calming you down from everyone staring as you looked at her instead, smiling slightly at her before you saw the ball you’d kicked over being readied from the corner of your eye.

“Fuck sake-” You swore, calculating in your head if you could make it as you scooted around, jumping up as Aitana tried to score on you.

“Rocket strikes!” was all you heard from down field, slowly sitting up with the ball in your gloved hands. Letting out a puff of air, you avoided Aitana’s smile at you having stopped her attempt at scoring by staring at the ball in your hands instead.

“Language, kid.” Sandra warned, but the smile on her face from you catching the ball contradicted her attempt at scolding you.

///

Showering after training, you washed the grass stains from your skin with a steady breath, the locker room was full of chaos, but the showers were quiet.

“I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 01:58, the words you whispered for just us to know, you told me you love me, so why did you go away? Away…”

The full chaos of the locker room with what you assumed was Leila’s music blasting meant your singing was drowned out.

“So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe, and I’ll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are. Hope it’s nice where you are, and I hope that the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day…” Your voice grew louder as your confidence rose, eventually plateauing as you fell silent again.

Staring at the shower floor as you turned the shower off, your eyes widened as you heard the door open, hearing whispers in Spanish before the door shut again, footsteps heading away.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, biting your lip as you listened to the footsteps retreat. Who heard you this time?

///

“Hola cohete, be careful, Mapi and Leila are wondering who the mystery singer is, and Ingrid pointed out to them it was Taylor Swift.” Alexia quietly warned you as she wrapped her arms around you in a hug, feeling your body tense up as she brought you up to speed when you walked into the locker room, everyone about to head out for team bonding soon.

“Okay, everyone, give me your playlists! I am hunting the swiftie!” Mapi announced, putting her hands out for people’s phones.

Swallowing nervously, you pressed your face into Alexia’s shoulder to calm down, hearing your teammates either refuse to give Mapi their phones, or grumble about Taylor Swift.

“We want to know who we need to enter in a singing contest!” Leila admitted, her grin fading as she realised it wasn’t going to be as easy as it seemed to find out who was singing.

“I have not heard them sing yet!” Mariona exclaimed, gaining some nods from your other teammates as Alexia kept her arms around you, swaying slightly until Jenni noticed the two of you, raising an eyebrow until Alexia shook her head.

“Maybe they don’t feel confident in front of people-” Aitana was cut off, as Mapi let out a grumble.

“But they sound so good!”

“I never said they didn’t sound good!” Aitana grumbled back, folding her arms as her eyes lingered over you and Alexia doing some strange swaying hug that was definitely not in time to the music playing.

“Mapi, enough.” Irene warned, meeting Alexia’s eyes as a knowingness washed over her, glancing at you with a soft smile before she turned to Mapi, whilst Sandra stood up, wrapping her arms around you and Alexia for a moment.

“Vamos, kid, I have yet to see you dance outside of the goal posts.” Sandra teased, smirking as you removed your face from Alexia’s shoulder to respond . “That is purposeful. Nobody’s looking at the dancing goalie when the ball’s down the other end of the pitch.” You deadpanned, eyes widening as Sandra stepped back, copying one of your moves.

“Wow, that… that is nothing like how I dance… no- stop, you’re both doing it wrong!” You complained as Alexia joined in, laughing at the look of horror on your face before you sighed, doing the move properly, glancing up, you met familiar brown eyes that haunted you in a way that left your skin flushed and heart racing. Aitana.

Nervously smiling at your crush, a nudge in your ribs from Sandra distracted you back into dancing, bad guy by Billie Eilish blasting as you mouthed the lyrics, spotting Alexia had stopped dancing due to the cameras, but you moved forwards, your hand nudging the camera away from you and Sandra.

“C’mon Rocket, dance with us!” Leila tried, but you rolled your eyes, no longer feeling comfortable dancing if it was going to end up all over social media. Sitting down, a knee bumped yours causing you to glance up, meeting Aitana’s eyes as she smiled, sitting down next to you.

Tapping your foot along to Måneskin’s music, you smiled back at Aitana, the two of you sat watching the chaos of your teammates getting ready to head out. Luckily you were already ready as One Kiss by Dua Lipa began to play, mouthing the lyrics as Aitana raised an eyebrow in amusement, the two of you swaying slightly to the music, bumping shoulders every so often.

Your skin buzzed with warmth under Aitana’s touch, trying to hide your nervousness by chewing your lip, your eyes widened, meeting Alexia’s smirk from across the locker room as she stood with Sandra and Irene.

“Vamos!” The louder members of your team yelled once everyone was ready, everyone splitting off to their cars to head to team bonding, which this time was food then hitting one of the clubs.

“Rocket, you’re with us!” Sandra wrapped her arm around you, guiding you towards the group heading to Alexia’s car, your gaze catching Aitana as she and Laia headed the other direction. Your chest ached slightly remembering that those two were close, your gaze meeting Irene’s.

Sat in between Sandra and Irene, Alexia drove as Jenni sat in the passenger seat, trying to find a decent radio station on the radio.

“Dios mío…” you grumbled, sliding down in the middle seat as Jenni turned the volume up for SloMo by Chanel, feeling eyes on you as you curled in on yourself, biting your tongue to stop yourself from asking Alexia to drive faster. This song was guaranteed to end with you being teased about dancing.

“Be glad we outvoted the karaoke vote, kid.” Irene whispered, gently rubbing your back as Jenni started singing in the passenger seat, Alexia rolling her eyes before keeping them on the road, looking for the restaurant that the others had chosen.

“And the sushi bar Patri wanted is closed.” Sandra added, ruffling your hair enough that you let out a puff of air, trying to fix your hair as Alexia began to park near the restaurant.

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Stealing glances at Aitana every so often during dinner, your quietness was drowned out by the loudness of your other teammates as they chatted away. Everyone in their own little bubbles having conversations about the most random topics.

A foot kicking you once left you ignoring it, assuming it was by mistake, until another kick, slightly less gentle, had you glancing around, wondering who the hell was kicking you in the shin. Tilting your head to the side, you met your captain’s smirk as she held your gaze before she looked at Aitana, her smirk softening into a smile as your face shifted into gay panic. Your gaze moved to your plate until Alexia’s foot nudged you in the shin again, slowly looking up to meet Alexia’s gaze trying to give you comfort from across the table.

After dinner, Alexia wrapped her arm around your waist, slipping you into the passenger seat of her car whilst Jenni was distracted by Pere. Irene and Sandra slipped into the backseats, neither wanting to sit in the middle, like you had been on the way there.

You waved slightly as Aitana and Laia walked by the car, listening as Alexia called out to Jenni to hurry up or she’d go without her. It was teasing but Jenni still hurried over, doing a double take as she spotted you in the front.

Preoccupying yourself with the radio so you didn’t need to speak, Alexia told Jenni to get in the back since she was dropping you off on the way to the club, raising an eyebrow as she spotted you’d found the aux cord.

Night Changes by One Direction began to play over the stereo as you smiled, mouthing the lyrics whilst Jenni, Irene and Sandra exchanged glances in confusion at your music choice, Alexia snorting slightly in amusement.

“Going out tonight, changes into something red, her mother doesn’t like that kind of dress, everything she never had, she’s showing off…” you were careful not to start singing, mouthing the lyrics instead as Alexia began to drive back to yours to drop you off.

You smirked as Midnight Memories followed after, almost dancing in your seat to the amusement and alarm of your older teammates.

“You sure you do not want to take this energy to the club, kid?” Jenni asked but Irene gave her a look, shaking her head as you switched the song to a more chilled, You & I.

“You and I, we don’t wanna be like them, we can make it ‘til the end and nothing can come between you and I…” You mouthed the lyrics quietly, glancing out the windscreen as your place came into view.

“Buenas noches, have fun at the club!” You waved, smiling softly as you got out of the car, watching the three in the back scramble around as Jenni ducked into the front. You laughed as they watched for you to head up to your place, only when you waved from the window did Alexia drive away.

A yawn left your lips but you ignored it, choosing to grab a glass of water and sit down with a notepad, going over the words that had come into your head every time you saw Aitana today, instead of going to bed. ///

One thing about the weather in Barcelona is it doesn’t often rain. In fact, according to Google, Barcelona only has 55 precipitation days per year, this meant you didn’t expect to see much rain, so walking to and from training/matches/recovery was viable for you.

Until it wasn’t, because it was raining and you had no waterproofs or umbrella, clad in your shorts and t-shirt, about to walk to the shop for groceries then walk home.

“Cohete, what do you think you are doing? You will get sick!” Alexia spotted you about to walk outside.

Chewing your lip, you glanced down at Alexia’s hand holding your wrist, her thumb gently caressing your hand when she realised you were frozen.

“I ran out of food… so I need to go shopping, then home.” You admitted, grimacing at the fact that you’d been warned two days ago when Jenni had told you you were running out of food, as she munched on your snacking grapes, flicking one at your face after you rolled your eyes at her.

“Come on, Cohete.” Alexia’s hand moved from your wrist to your hand, the two of you running towards her car. You didn’t see Aitana and Laia watching as they sat in Aitana’s car, Laia laughing at you and the Barcelona captain running through the rain, whilst Aitana frowned at you holding Alexia’s hand.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Alexia’s car, you didn’t expect her to give you the aux cord after last time, but she smiled and said “play what you want, I am not judging.”

Glancing out of the window as Alexia drove from the store, the two of you having ducked around with caps and sunglasses on as you got your groceries, you smiled as the familiar Taylor Swift song began to play, your thoughts drifting to a different Barcelona midfielder as it played.

“‘Cause she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, she’s a starter and I’m on the sidelines… dreaming ‘bout the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time, been here all along so why can’t you see? You belong with me, you belong with me…” You grimaced at your change in the lyrics, falling silent as you moved to change the song, glancing up to spot that Alexia had pulled over nowhere near your place or hers.

“Um- what’s happening?” You raised an eyebrow, swallowing nervously as you tried to shove back the idea that your captain, and basically one of your protective big sisters on the team, was about to murder you.

“When are you going to tell Aitana you love her?”

“I- what? I don’t!” You clammed up, feeling like you’d been ducked in the ice baths by Jenni during recovery again as you looked at Alexia, her face softening at your panic.

“Cohete-” Alexia began, her hand reaching out to yours, your knuckles tense until she pried your fingers from your palms, grimacing at the little half-moons your nails had left behind.

“Is there a song that will explain your feelings?” Alexia tried again, waiting as you were about to defend yourself against being in love with Aitana, but instead, you went to your phone. Alexia raised an eyebrow as a song began to play through her car’s speakers.

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I’m a house of cards. You’re the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know I won’t get far. And you stood there in front of me just close enough to touch…” Taylor’s voice was drowned out as you began to sing, avoiding looking at Alexia as you did.

“Close enough to hope that you couldn’t see what I was thinking of, drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down, give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile…” You trailed off, sparing a glance at Alexia, who smiled encouragingly as the next verse began and you took a breath.

“My mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea, you touch me once and it’s really something, you find I’m even better than you imagined I would be, I’m on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it’s no good… then it’s the drop everything now chorus again…” You stopped singing, letting the song keep playing as Alexia nodded, an idea in her head as you shuffled in the passenger seat, skin burning with embarrassment.

“I can’t tell her,” you paused, watching as Alexia frowned, about to argue but you shook your head, “she’s with Laia, or back with her, I don’t know. Those two confuse me but they’re together and I’m not going to embarrass myself anymore than I already have.”

“She’s happy with Laia, and I’m just me.” You fell quiet, staring at the dashboard as The Archer began to play quietly in the background, quietly singing along, “I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

“Cohete. I will tell Sandra and Irene you said that.” Alexia warned, but you shrugged, wishing you’d grabbed one of the snacks you’d bought before all your shopping went into the boot of Alexia’s car.

“You’re our Cohete. Our little Cohete goalkeeper who can even stop some of my free kicks.” Alexia smirked, pulling you into a hug across the gearbox, your forehead on her shoulder as you breathed in the comfort that Alexia radiated.

///

It was magnetic how you could spot Aitana on the pitch, or off of it. Somehow you always managed to catch her gaze, smiling softly at her as she smiled at you. Alexia noticed it, and it was becoming a little bit obvious by the way that Sandra would flick you in the head with a goalie glove, or even the ball during practice so you’d pay attention to her instead of watching Aitana scrimmaging. Irene had spotted it too, but she mainly gave you soft smiles and a nudge, instead of Sandra’s teasing.

It was only when you accidentally met Laia’s gaze whilst looking at Aitana that panic washed over you. That panic meant you didn’t see the ball that Mapi was sending into your goal, until it smacked you in the face.

“Right to the face, León!” someone shouted but you were more focussed on the pain in your face.

“Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuckerty, fuck, fucking hell!” You held your hands to your face, laying on the grass curled up in a ball.

“Hey, hey, kid, it’s okay, just let us take a look-” Sandra ran over first, alarmed by how much you were swearing, and how you hadn’t jumped up like a rocket, pretending to be fine.

“Cohete, it’s okay-” Alexia tried, her hand on your shoulder as you kept rolling around the grass, wheezing for breath.

“Are they okay?” Aitana’s voice had you moving your gloves to reveal your bloodied nose and the rest of your already bruising face with a wince. Everyone who saw it winced, but you were already struggling to see, the impact having hit the bridge of your nose and forehead mainly.

“Someone needs to tell Mapi I’m fine… but my gloves might need washing…” you joked slightly, coughing a little as you sat up, the medical team coming over to look at you and your battered face.

///

Aitana and Laia found you after practice was done for the day, sat with Mapi and Ingrid in the medical room, you were holding an ice pack to your face and telling Mapi you were fine, although she didn’t believe you and still worried you were concussed, judging by the look on her face and Ingrid’s.

“Are they okay?” Laia enquired, eyes flicking over how Aitana was staring at you worriedly, whilst Ingrid answered Laia’s question.

“They say they are.”

“I still think they are concussed.” Mapi argued, unfolding her arms to press the ice pack back onto your face as you removed it to speak.

“They checked. I barely have a headache, just a broken nose and a bruised face.” You argued back, instantly covering your face with the ice pack when you saw the look on Aitana’s face.

“Where are you going?” Aitana exclaimed as you began to get up and leave the room.

“Home? We’re done for the day.” You deadpanned but that was when the four players immediately began to argue.

“You can’t walk home like that!” “You’re not walking home injured!” “Where do you even live? You can’t walk that far!” “Rocket, it’s not safe!”

“Cohete? What’s going on?” Alexia’s voice was your salvation as she walked in through the open door you were holding, her eyes widening at the bruising on your face that was slowly showing up.

“Just trying to go home, but they don’t want me walking home, when I’m fine.” You replied, about to argue with Alexia as she made you place the ice pack back on your face.

“I will drive you.” Aitana cut Alexia off, stepping forward to meet you whilst Laia shared a glance at Alexia, who just nodded, telling Aitana not to let you take the ice pack off your face for too long, before she left the room to go shower, kissing your forehead gently as you stared after her.

///

Sitting in the passenger seat of Aitana’s car, your stomach twisted in knots, having seen Laia watching you both as Aitana drove away from the training grounds.

“I’m sorry if you and Laia had plans or something…” You began, but Aitana shook her head, admitting she was free tonight, then waiting as you gave her the directions to your place.

“I just thought, since you and Laia are back together-”

“Me and Laia? No, no, we are friends, not back together.” Aitana replied, about to open her mouth to say something else when you interrupted.

“You can drop me off here. Thank you for the lift.” You scrambled out of the car with your training kit bag, kissing Aitana on the cheek before you headed up to your phone. Aitana sat there in shock, having barely pulled her car over to drop you off when she felt your lips on her cheek and her stomach fill with butterflies.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, once you shut the front door, hurrying to find your phone and Alexia’s contact details.

Alexia answered after a few rings, not expecting you to suddenly burst out over the video call with “they’re just friends!” before rambling about how you’d run out of the car after kissing her cheek in thanks for the lift.

“You kissed her cheek?”

“Is that all you heard? That’s platonic for all of you Spaniards though!” You retorted but Alexia hummed, teasing you as you began to panic.

“She was going to say something else but I cut her off jumping out of the car- she pulled over, it was fine, I’m okay!” you saw Alexia’s panicked look at the thought of you jumping out of a moving vehicle, then she rolled her eyes.

“You shouldn’t have cut her off, Cohete… she may have told you something important…” Alexia’s tone had you falling silent, thinking things over as you processed the knowing look she had on her face.

“How do I sing to her without embarrassing myself in the process? I can barely look at you when I sing, and you’re the first person I’ve felt comfortable enough around to sing in forever.” You admitted, chewing your lip as you began to walk around your place instead of leaning against the front door in the hallway.

“What if she loves someone else? Even if it’s not Laia… I just… please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you… please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you…” You sung the lyrics to Enchanted that came to mind, not seeing how Alexia’s eyes widened slightly at your impulsiveness. You weren’t looking at the camera but your confidence was growing, that or your impulsivity, she noted with a growing grin.

“Sorry, sorry. Let’s not let me make a habit of that, Sandra already saw me dancing in goal when nobody’s looking. I don’t need to be bursting into song like I live in a musical.” You apologised, but Alexia shook her head, already forming a plan for how you could sing to Aitana, but she needed help.

///

Alexia had managed to wrangle in a few of the more sensible teammates she had at her disposal, plus the ones who had figured out you were a) crushing on Aitana, and b) the secret singer. You’d made Alexia swear that any plans for you to confess your feelings would be arranged once your face was less battered and bruised.

It took about 3 weeks for your nose to be fully healed, and your face recovered a little bit earlier than that, so Alexia put her plan into action, bringing Sandra and Irene over to your place one afternoon when she knew you were in.

“You write songs?”

“Learning to, anyway.” You explained, scrambling to take the sheet of lined paper from Sandra whilst Irene passed you the notepad you’d left out, the three older players watching as you immediately stashed all your lyrics out of sight.

“So, what song?” Irene asked, raising an eyebrow as Alexia smirked.

“Sparks Fly. Taylor Swift.”

“Of course!” Sandra laughed, pulling you into a hug as you grimaced, realising Alexia had remembered the song, and that now more people knew about you choosing to sing Taylor Swift lyrics.

“Don’t expect me to sing in front of everyone. I think I’d die of embarrassment before getting a word out.” You gave up fighting Sandra’s hold on you, leaning into her hug as she kept her arms around your shoulders.

“That is why it will only be you and Aitana in the dressing room. We will keep everyone else away.”

“You’re going to somehow try to keep Mapi away from finding out I’m the teammate who sings, whilst I am singing in the dressing room, and hoping-”

“She likes you back, Cohete, there is no need to spiral.”

“We will take everyone else out to the pitch.” Irene affirmed, smiling as Sandra began to sway you both in the hug, grinning as you moved your head to stick your tongue out at your fellow goalkeeper.

///

“I know the lyrics, it’s going to be fine, just breathe…” you whispered, your foot tapping against the dressing room floor until Irene gently rested her hand on your knee, calming you slightly until you saw Aitana, and you took a deep breath, almost choking on air as she smiled at you.

Irene nodded to Sandra who walked over, crouching down to look in your eyes, smiling as you stared back at her, eventually smiling back.

“Everything will be okay, kid.”

///

Leaning against the wall, you were obscured from view as Aitana ran back to the dressing room, having been told you wanted to talk to her by Alexia, who then with Sandra and Irene, began to guide the rest of the team outside onto the pitch after sneakily pressing play on her phone for the backing track for you.

“Cohete?” Aitana spoke to what she thought was an empty dressing room before music began to play and you stepped out from where you were hidden.

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I’m a house of cards. You’re the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know I won’t get far. And you stood there in front of me just close enough to touch,” you risked stepping forwards to where Aitana was frozen, her mouth hanging open slightly in shock as she realised it was you.

““Close enough to hope that you couldn’t see what I was thinking of, drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down, give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile,” you smiled softly at Aitana as she broke out into a grin, her hands moving to your shoulders as you continued to sing to her.

“My mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea, you touch me once and it’s really something, you find I’m even better than you imagined I would be, I’m on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it’s no good, and I know I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would. Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me-” you were cut off as Aitana’s hands moved to cup your face, waiting a moment to see if there was any hesitation in your eyes before pulling you into a kiss.

The two of you stood kissing in the empty dressing room, her hands holding your face as you held her waist, only breaking away to smile as you realised what had happened.

“Sparks.” you whispered, the corner of your mouth pulling upwards as you realised it was the perfect nickname for Aitana, only snapping out of it when you went to speak and realised the backing track was still playing. “Yeah… Alexia’s phone is connected to the speakers.” You realised, grimacing until Aitana laughed, pulling you closer so the two of you were swaying to the music, grinning as you began to sing again.

“And lead me up the staircase, won’t you whisper soft and slow? I’m captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show. Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile… get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down, give me something that will haunt me when you’re not around. ‘Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile, and the sparks fly, oh, baby, smile, and the sparks fly…” the backing track ended and you and Aitana continued to sway, unsure if Alexia had anything else queued after or if it would go silent.

“I see sparks whenever you smile.” You confessed, looking at the dressing room floor until Aitana gently hooked her fingers under your chin so you’d look at her.

“I am captivated by you.” By Aitana continuing the lyrics, smiling softly as you smiled back, your eyes widening as you stared at her in amazement before the dressing room door opened and you both looked towards the door, eyes widening at who was there, but neither of you panicked, staying in each other’s arms.

Alexia and Sandra smiled knowingly as they glanced in, the midfielder having come to pick up her midfielder, whilst Sandra came to pick up her goalie.

“Nice singing, kid.” Sandra smiled, walking in and ruffling your hair with her gloved hand before passing you your gloves, whilst Alexia smirked at Aitana.

“I told you Cohete loves you too. But now, we have training.” Alexia reminded the two of you, wrapping her arms around yours and Aitana’s shoulders to guide you both outside.

“Yeah, Sparks, we have training.” You sassed before meeting Alexia’s amused look, giving them both a nervous grin, you hurried off after Sandra.

Later on in training, Aitana spared a glance at where the goalkeepers were training, grinning as she spotted you dancing on the goal line, thinking nobody was watching.

Alexia rolled her eyes as she spotted Aitana distracted during the rondo, turning her head from where Irene met her gaze, then to Sandra. All three of them knew, even without seeing what she was looking at.

“Rocket and Sparks.”

“Kid, heads up!”

“Aitana!”

You spotted the ball Sandra sent towards the goal, jumping up to whack it over the crossbar, whilst Aitana quickly passed the ball as Alexia sent it to her, nutmegging Jenni with a grin as she sent the ball to Leila.

The magnetism between the two of you only broke when a ball was flying/passed towards either of you.

Rocket and Sparks.

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