#Jenny had a crush when they were young

[queen-of-reptiles]

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description: For Alexia, she had rules...

rule one: don't date teammates

rule two: don't give up

rule three: don't date your best friends siblings

rule four: ignore rule 1 and 3 for y/n hermoso

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Alexia Putellas x female reader

this is all fiction! Jenni and Alexia were never a thing in this au!

warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, bad google translations of spanish !

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username1: she is so hot i wanna cry 😭

username2: VAMOS VAMOS VAMOS ! ❤️💙❤️💙

username3: Tres goles para nuestra superestrella!!! 😱

three goals for our superstar

jennihermoso: Mi hermana menor ❤️🥹

my baby sister

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y/n: te amooooooooo !! ❤️

love you

lucybronze: Little star!! 🌟🌟

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y/n: my double assist bestie!!! ☄️

username4: Ella es tan linda! 😍😍

she's so pretty

username5: BODY YADA YADA YADA YADA 😛😛

username6: Su celebración del tercer gol fue demasiado divertida 😂

her third goal celebration was too funny

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username7: ¿bien? su pequeña salsa 😂😂

right? her little salsa

marialeonn16: HERMOSOOOOOOOO!!!! 🩷

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y/n: LEONNNNNNN!!!! 🩷

keirawalsh: I still have no clue what you said to me at half time... 🧐

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y/n: you'll get it one day amiga! 😏

alexiaputellas: ❤️💙

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y/n: ❤️🩷🫡

username8: want her body now please!! 😛

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y/n laughed as Mapi tumbled over, the defender getting her feet tangled as she tried to tackle y/n, the young Hermoso instead sending the tattooed blonde the wrong way and onto the ground.

y/n sent a cross into Alexia, the woman striking it past Cata and into the back of the net, meaning just as Jonatan called time, the playful training match coming to an end.

y/n cheered with her bib team, jumping on Aitana who was closest to her, the woman laughing and spinning the winger slightly as they celebrated.

Salma poked her tongue out at her friend, clearly annoyed at the playful loss, y/n just shook her head at Salma who laughed as she watched y/n get off Aitana.

An arm wrapped around y/n's shoulder and Alexia pulled the girl into her side, y/n's head coming onto her shoulder being just an inch shorter than her Captain.

"Perfecta como siempre mi estrella." Alexia hummed, relishing in the blush which fought its way up the woman's cheeks.

perfect as always my star

"Sólo porque la reina lo recibió." y/n countered with a smile.

only because the queen received it.

The use of the term usually made Alexia feel slightly shy, but whenever the words slipped from y/n's lips, something twisted in her stomach, a protective want that made Alexia want y/n to chant the name out in pants and groans beneath her.

As y/n turned to laugh at Mapi, Alexia shook her head of the thoughts which had started to push into her head, she looked up arm still wrapped around y/n only to see Lucy watching her with a knowing look.

The Brit seemed to have been able to sniff out the captain's crush since she stepped foot in Barcelona. The only other soul to know was Mapi, and that was an accident.

Alexia had gone out with the team and the one time she had decided to let loose, and drink she spilled the secret she had kept so close to her heart.

She was in love with y/n Hermoso, her team-mate, her striker, and worse, her best friend's little sister. Mapi had found her in the bathroom after two drinks.

Alexia didn't drink often so she didn't have a high tolerance and she was sat on the closed toilet lid, head in her hands as she tried to rid her impure thoughts while she tried to not think about y/n and the tight dress she was wearing.

When Mapi found her, she was scared her captain had hurt herself, but the woman just scoffed and blamed love for her injury, it didn't take Mapi long to figure it out after that.

Alexia rolled her eyes at Lucy, the Brit just sighing and looking away as y/n chased after Mapi, the blonde letting out a panicked shriek as y/n chased her down with her water bottle.

"Mierda." y/n cursed as she missed Mapi.

shit

Mapi turned back with an evil grin and before y/n could blink she was covered in ice cold water and Mapi was howling in amusement as she stood there shocked.

The rest of the team were all laughing along as y/n trudged back to them, a pout on her lips as she waved her hands in upset at her soaked body.

"Alexia." y/n whined but the captain shook her head.

"juega juegos estúpidos, ganas premios estúpidos, princesa." Alexia hummed, Mapi shouting in victory as y/n huffs.

play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, princess.

Suddenly y/n launches forward, her body jumping onto Alexia's back and pressing her cold wet shirt into the back of Alexia's dry one, the captain letting out a shout of annoyance.

"juega juegos estúpidos, ganas premios estúpidos, reina." y/n hums back.

play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, queen.

Alexia huffs and rolls her eyes but her hands come up to hold y/n's thighs, walking them both toward the changing rooms which once they arrive in, y/n hops off.

Lucy laughs at y/n as she rips her wet top off, flinging it at the now shouting Lucy. y/n ignores the complaining older woman and moves to the showers, unaware of her staring captain.

Alexia wondered if she hadn't seen y/n shirtless in a while, but the once faint outline of abs, were now a chiselled picture on her stomach, the rest of the toned muscles hidden behind her sports bra.

"You're drooling, la reina." Lucy mutters to Alexia, and the captain glares at her.

"Shut up." She sighs.

Once the group were all changed, a large group of them made their way toward the exit, the Barcelona sun still dangling high in the air, trying to keep as much of the day alive as possible.

y/n was talking to Ingrid when she saw her, a body lent against her car, a familiar body who when y/n let out a shocked call looked up grinning.

"Jenni!" y/n yelled, racing over at her sister, the two meeting in a very tight hug, it becoming impossible to define where one sister started and the other met.

If there was one thing that was known of the Hermoso siblings, it was that they were incredibly close. And since they no longer played at the same club, the two were known to visit each other as often as possible.

Jenni's move was tough on her younger sister, the two having been depressed from days at the beginning when they weren't together everyday.

While the two had now become used to the distance, the shock of seeing her sister was still an incredibly grateful one for y/n, especially when they had a day off the next day.

"¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" y/n asked her sister as they pulled away. The group coming over and hugging their friend one by one.

what are you doing here?

"Me jalé el muslo, estoy bien antes de que te preocupes. Simplemente no jugaré durante las próximas semanas." Jenni explains as her sister kisses her cheek again.

pulled my thigh, i'm okay before you worry. Just no playing for a few weeks.

"¡perfecto! ¡Puedes unirte a nosotros esta noche!" Mapi grins.

perfect, you can join us out tonight

Jenni laughs but nods, knowing there was no saying no to Mapi Leon, and y/n grins as the group agrees to meet in several hours at their usual place.

As y/n starts packing her car and the others depart, no one notices the shared look between, Lucy, Mapi and Jenni, no one other than Alexia herself.

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y/n Mira quién vino de visita!

look who came to visit

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username1: AWWWWWWW 🥹😍

username2: my fav sister duo!!!! 🥹🥹

lucybronze: Ready for tonight!!!

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y/n: 😏💙

marialeonn16: 🥹🥹

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y/n: 🥹🥹

jennihermoso: ❤️

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y/n: ❤️

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Jenni sat happily sipping her drink, watching her sister who laughed as Mapi picked up another four uno cards. The group were at a small beach-side bar.

It was a usual for the group to go and relax, they didn't have to drink or party and were warned against it during the season so the bar here was perfect for them to relax but still be out.

Jenni was sat next to Alexia and Lucy, the latter talking with Keira about something funny that her nephew had done, Alexia was just sat watching y/n.

"So, will we talk about it?" Jenni asks Alexia, using English as she knew if her sister was to overhear, which would be doubtful, she would have a harder time picking out English words, not as fluent as her sister.

"Talk about what?" Alexia asks, turning to face her best friend, her face stone cold.

"Your feelings for my sister." Jenni shrugged and if she hadn't have known Alexia so well, she wouldn't have seen the slip in her cold mask.

"Jenni." Alexia sighed, clearly not having the strength to lie to her.

"It's okay, amiga." Jenni tried, knowing how much Alexia hated being overly vulnerable. "It's okay." She adds.

Lucy and Keira move with a shared look, understanding their captain deserved privacy in this moment, the two opting to join the rest of the group who were watching the intense Uno game happening.

"Rule one, don't date teammates. Rule two, don't give up. Rule three, don't date your best friend's siblings." Alexia denies, her voice void of any emotion.

The captain knew as soon as she slipped from her cold mask Jenni would see. She would be able to see the pleading in her eyes, the captain would be begging to be with her sister if not for her rules.

"Rule four, ignore rules 1 and 3 for y/n Hermoso." Jenni says simply.

Alexia and Jenni never had to say much to each other, they both preferred it that way and with that sentence Alexia could have cried.

She looked over at her best friend who smiled softly as if promising it was okay. Alexia gripped her best friend's hand, grateful for her more than she would be able to voice.

"Now, you must swallow your pride amiga, and your stupid rules." Jenni warns as she nods to her sister, who had bowed out of Uno and gone to get another drink.

Alexia nodded and moved quickly, smoothly gliding next to y/n as she thanked the bartender for her new drink.

"Hola Ale." y/n smiled as she looked up at her captain.

"¿Quieres salir a caminar?" Alexia asked softly, and the look in her eyes had y/n nodding and placing her drink down as they left the bar.

do you want to go for a walk?

The two found themselves walking hand-in-hand down the beach, the crisp Barcelona air still warm, even with the inky sky above them reminding them of the time.

They talked quietly, their conversation flowing easily as they talked of anything that came to mind. But as y/n giggled at a joke Alexia had made, the captain could no longer keep her rules.

"Sal conmigo." Alexia said softly, not even realising it had slipped from her lips.

date me.

y/n paused, her body tensing as Alexia stopped, cursing herself in her mind for how un-romantically she had said that, an entire speech had been brewing in her mind but instead she said that.

"qué?" y/n asked.

what?

"Sal conmigo." Alexia repeated, stronger this time. While stil not what she wanted to say it was progress.

date me.

"¿Qué pasa con tus reglas?" y/n asked rush, holding up three fingers to show she knew the three.

what about your rules?

"¿Quién te habló de ellas?" Alexia questioned annoyed.

who told you about them?

"Mapi." y/n admitted sheepishly, Alexia sighing.

"Mapi." The woman nodded.

Alexia bit her lip and stepped closer to y/n, her hand coming up to take hold of the woman's waist, giving her time to pull away, but when she didn't, Alexia pulled her closer.

"Eres tan hermosa que duele, juegas como nadie que haya visto jamás y podrías llenar el océano con cosas que sabes. Pero no podrías llenar el océano con mis sentimientos por ti, porque ni siquiera los océanos tienen suficiente espacio para ellos." Alexia whispers.

You're so beautiful it hurts, you play like no one I have ever seen, and you could fill the ocean with things you know.

But you couldn't fill the ocean with my feelings for you, because not even the oceans have enough space for them.

Her speech was much closer to what she had wanted to say and y/n sucked in a shaky breath, her hands coming up to cup Alexia's face, as if trying to reassure herself this was real.

"regla cuatro, ignora las reglas uno y tres si eres t/n Hermoso." Alexia whispered.

rule four, ignore rules one and three if it's y/n Hermoso

y/n smiled softly, her thumb rubbing circles on Alexia's cheek as she pressed her forehead against her captain's.

"Bueno, entonces estoy de acuerdo con la regla cuatro." y/n giggled softly.

well, i agree with rule four then.

Alexia let out a breath laugh, her nose brushing y/n's as she did so, her hand tightening around her waist as the other came up to rest behind her neck.

"¿puedo besarte?" Alexia whispered.

can i kiss you?

"Por favor." y/n pleaded and Alexia needed no more.

please.

Her lips pushed against y/n's softly slotting them together as she pulled her tighter to her body, she took it no further, despite her body begging her too, simply for now having their lips together was enough.

And suddenly, Alexia was very grateful for rule four.

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y/n A la mierda las reglas uno y tres

fuck rules one and three

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kicking my feet giggling nd shit at this one

loved writing this cannot lie

two requests in one on this one!

Thank you for all the requests ! I will do my best to work through them!

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Queenie xo

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[ruthytwoshakes]

Bunch of two fort ladies hell yeah B)

headcannons of inconsistent length below the cut

Zhanna: reeeeeeoow!!! She’s so gorgoryse . gay as hell about all these women tbh. Yeah I just gave her body hair and thicker eyebrows because it’s cool as fuck. And a bear claw scar from when she tried to take home a baby bear when she was little. I think she really likes bears and wants one as a pet. Maybe the bear and soldier’s raccoons would get along aww <33

Admin: yipppeee evil old lady!!!!! . Gave her acne scars , think she would pick her face when she was younger and the scars never faded. shes so pretty heruhghhsg. She smokes these fucked up super long cigarettes idk. I like her wonky nose, maybe she got into a fight or something and broke it.

Scouts Ma: oh man I have so many ideas for her hehehhe. Okay so her name is Jenny, shes Puerto Rican, moved to Boston when she was a young adult, and she’s around the same height as sniper. She’s green because she’s both the scouts mother, and I didn’t want her to be purple like Pauling and Admin I wanted her to be her own person. Her heart locket contains a bunch of pictures of her boys that all cartoonishly fold out to the floor when she opens it up.

She’s bi and poly, and currently dating both the spies because I think it’s funny. I can’t decide if both the spies would also be dating each other or would hate each other, maybe it depends on the time of day. Oh also she used to be an assassin! Maybe that’s why she had to move because she got found out at her old hometown. Anybody who got too rough with her boys were never seen again, only reason the scouts made it out alive lol.

She’s only recently gotten back together with the spies, had a falling out with Red before she knew she was pregnant, but he wanted to reconnect with her after finding out Red scout was his kid. Blu and her were friends for a really long time, she was the surrogate mother to Blu scout, but they fell out of contact when Blu spy had to take scout and disappear due to some espionage work gone wrong. When both the Blus join the team, the red scout recognized them and Blu spy eventually reconnected with Jen through that.

All of her kids are out of the house and she’s retired, so she has a lot of free time. She hosts foreign exchange students and fosters baby animals. She does a lot of traveling and shopping, she also likes knife and axe throwing, while doing some abstract sculpting on the side.

Maggie:

I love Maggie she’s so interesting,, I really like the panels where she’s laughing with saxton on the plane. Oh yeah gave her a mustache cus she’s Australian!, don’t be shy give the pretty lady a mustache she deserves it. That line on her lip was from this one girl I had a crush on back in high school, she said that she was bullied for it. don’t think I’ve ever seen it on another person since. She was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. I hope she’s doing alright. She was a really good friend, real wonderful person.

Merasmus:

hi Merasmus how r u. oh yeah I’m trying out some other designs for her because I’m working on a little animated series about her and a magic spell she fucks up. I want her to be Sumerian because Sumer is so interesting!! I’ve been learning about the art from it in class, check out the Sumerian virtue status or the Epic of Gilgamesh they’re some of my favorite bits of history we’ve learned so far. Oh yeah also I think when she takes off that weird cap thing she has the longest most beautiful curly hair that goes down to her ankles because I love those kind of visual gags hehe. Also yeah she has piercings idk why I did that. I think she’s kinda blind and she uses her skull to see with her magic or whatever. I love her facial expressions in the comics,, have you guys seen the cunty Merasmus poster i love the cunty Merasmus poster

Miss Pauling:

MISS PAULFIJF LETS FUCMIGN GOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! She’s got sideburns because im a dyke bleh blehhhh . hshe look at her big ass glasses I’m in love. Oh yeah I gave her lots of moles! And changed up her sleeve colors. Too tired to write much more lol

#tf2 fanart #zhanna #tf2 administrator #scouts ma #tf2 maggie #merasmus #miss pauling #tf2 headcanons #daffys drawings

[ateezscupid]

could I request for a yunho angst of the prompts 5, 12, and 23 please? ^^

5. “did you really believe i cared for you?”

12. “stop trying to make it up to me, you can’t!”

23. “there are other ways to deal with this. please, don’t leave!”

﹟ 𝗙𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 ⋆ 𝗃.𝗒𝗁 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - you and yunho were fake dating for a few months in an attempt to make your ex jealous, but instead, it hurt you

warn - angst, slight hurt w/ no comfort in the beginning

w/c - 2.14k

𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13

“you and yunho are so cute together!” lisa squealed. “i hope you guys last super long, you guys are like—the schools golden couple right now. you guys are more liked than kai and jennie!”

“we—are?” you scoff and roll your eyes. “that’s hard to believe but…thank you. i hope we last long too.”

in reality, you didn’t wish to stay in a long relationship with yunho. it was only a fake relationship to make your ex jealous. you could tell they were noticing you two together, but never did or said anything as yunho would probably beat them up. it was weird being in a fake relationship with a boy who you didn’t even know, as well as barely even talked to, but he was your only option.

of course, that’s an over exaggeration. you had plenty of options to choose from, but yunho was the option.

any and every girl at your school wanted to be with yunho. and you couldn’t blame them; he was tall, fit, had a pretty face, and he knew his way around the ladies. he was super attractive, if you ignore all of his red flags.

despite having numerous rumors about him sleeping around, he was still a fine young man. you’d give anything to be with him, even if it meant your self respect.

you went up to him when he was finally alone and told him about your ex. he didn’t seem phased by you asking if he could be your fake boyfriend, so it was right to assume he’s done this and has been asked the very same question before. he immediately agreed, and by the next day, he was showering you with gifts and fancies as if you two had been together for years.

you accepted him treating you like a princess, and it knocked everyone off their feet. everyone wanted yunho, now. you had to “pretend” to be a possessive girlfriend so no one ruined your plans, and yunho laughed whenever you acted like that.

sometimes he’d go overboard by asking you to make out, or kissing you on the cheek in public in front of all of your friends, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t that serious. you two were only fake dating, nothing else.

except there was everything else. you fell for him. you didn’t know how, or why; seriously, why fall for a man who’s been said to have slept around with multiple girls? clearly red was your favorite color. he was beaming with red flags like a sun on a super hot day. you happily ignored them throughout your fake relationship, which you gaslight yourself into thinking it was real.

until, the day you had that major chem exam. you were nervous, and did the past few months, yunho would comfort you. you asked him to meet up in the garden thirty minutes before your text, hoping to ask him for some words of encouragement, and to tell him about your crush on him.

he came, a few minutes late, but he came. he couldn’t have been any hotter. you felt like pounding on him right now from how tight his tank top was. he was wearing, which meant he was just working out. god, he looked delicious.

“what is it?” yunho looks, breathing a bit heavily as his hands were in his pockets. you blink and step closer.

“i, uh, i have that chem test i was telling you about? y’know, last night? i just need a few words to help boost my mood since i’m really nervous and i don’t think i’ll past this test.”

“you’ll pass it, it’s okay. you’re like—mega robot smart, you’ll ace it with flying colors.” he smiles and you smile back.

“thanks, that’s all i needed to hear.” before he gets to walk away, you clear your throat. “but, there was another thing…”

“yeah…?”

“well you know how we’ve been ‘dating’ for the past four months?” you gulp and he nods. “well, um, did you… like those four months?”

“ehh, they were alright.” yunho hissed. “i mean, it could’ve been better. it got boring after the first month. it’s hard keeping up an act like that in front of everyone.

well, that didn’t help. “h-huh? you didn’t—you thought it was boring? i thought it was… nice.”

“i’m just saying, it would’ve been better if it was with a fake relationship with someone i liked. i don’t like you, y/n. you’re just my friend.” he said with a straight face, as if he wasn’t lying deep down.

you had to pause to think. it was…it felt unreal. after all those months, even if everything you two did was fake, he didn’t like it. he didn’t like you. if your heart was beating outside your chest, he would’ve seen it crack into a million pieces. you had to compose yourself, closing your eyes and breathing in heavily. whatever you said now would dictate how this conversation would continue. if you bursted out into tears, that wouldn’t make the situation better.

“i-i was just wondering because i…” you couldn’t even get it out. “i just… i really like you, or i started liking you. i don’t remember when it happened but, i just saw you one day and i realized i liked you.”

yunho’s eyes widen from the information but he doesn’t say anything. god, this was embarrassing. all he had to do was reject you and move on, then you’d be okay and you’d be able to find a real boyfriend to treat you right. just from looking at his face, you could tell he was trying to find a way to lay it down with it hurting you. whatever he was about to say was about to break your heart even more.

“we agreed we wouldn’t like each other.” yunho states, his eyes boring into yours. “you promised you wouldn’t fall for me and i promised the same. now you’re standing in front of me telling me you like me?”

“i-it happened out of nowhere! but the way you treated me throughout the entire thing made me feel… loved and cared for, and i’m not familiar with that type of—”

“did you really believe i cared for you?” he spoke. that broke you immediately. you blinked and tears came falling down your cheeks, your bottom lip quivering from his painful words. as if that wasn’t enough, he kept going.

“i wouldn’t fall for someone like you. you’re not my type and i’m outta your league. i only fake dated you because i knew it would get me attention.” which couldn’t have been anymore of a lie. he fell for you too during the relationship, but his stubborn personality wasn’t letting him accept it. it wasn’t letting him accept his own feelings.

you stood silent in front of him, your once confident look turning into a sad, betrayed look. you felt like your arms were about to give out, and more tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks.

“why didn’t you tell me before…?” you spoke softly and lower your head. yunho felt his heart sting. he’s definitely played with girls emotions before, so why was it different with you? he did like you, he just wasn’t saying it. he couldn’t get himself to say it. it only made him hurt more.

“i don’t know, i didn’t feel like it.” he only didn’t say anything before because he didn’t want your heart to be broken.

“but you felt like taking advantage of me?” you gulp. “it’s fine, i’ll leave. i’ll end everything right now. the fake relationship is done, so delete my number and whatever social media accounts i have.”

“dude, we can still be friends. it’s not that serious—“

“it is that serious! i just told you i had a crush on you and instead of laying it down gently, you admit to not even caring about me!”

“well i didn’t, but… look, i can’t explain it right now, okay? just come to me later or something.”

“no.” you wipe your tears. “it’s through, i’m over, we’re done. i need a minute to get myself together.”

and that’s what you did. you cut all contact your had with yunho. he respected your wishes and gave you privacy, obviously, and you were feeling much better. you passed your chem test, thank god, and even finished a few other projects for school. you felt great.

but you couldn’t say the same for yunho. he was quieter than normal. his friends would try to talk to him, but he wouldn’t answer. he would be staring at you whenever he saw you, fiddling with his thumbs and sighing. he really messed up this time. he could’ve told you there and then that he liked you, so why didn’t he do it? there wasn’t excuse for what he did.

all he could do is sit back and watch as you became happier. your bright smile gleaming with pride and happiness only made him want you even more. he and his friends knew he messed up, and he didn’t know what to do.

it wouldn’t hurt to talk to you, at least? talk to you about what happened and how things could’ve gone better. yeah, yeah he could say those things! or at least one. four months of faking dating, but “breaking up” was hard. he liked to think they were in a real relationship, and knowing this is what heartbreak feels like, he didn’t like at all.

as you walked down the sidewalk, you were scrolling through your phone and looking at whatever was on your screen. a bunch of animal videos could keep you company. though, you didn’t really need your phone since yunho jogged behind you, tapping your shoulder when he reached you.

“y/n,” he panted. “you’ve been avoiding me this whole week. why? i told you the truth, i don’t know what you’re getting mad at me.” but it wasn’t the truth.

“you lied and lead me on, yunho. whether or not the relationship was fake, if you didn’t like something then you should’ve told me. but instead you lied to me. then when i told you i liked you, you acted like a bitch. why would i even try to talk to you after that?”

“y/n, please. i’ve sent stuff to your dorm room to get your attention and you always ignore it. i try passing notes to you in class, you don’t respond. i’m trying my best here.”

“stop trying to make it up to me, you can’t!” you raise your voice. “you’ve already done the damage, i don’t know why i even decided you would be a good option for a fake relationship when so many people have said you lied to them! i don’t know why i trusted you!”

“i…” he didn’t know what to say. “i’m… i’m sorry.”

“just don’t talk to me for a while. i think it’s better i find someone else to actually date rather then faking an entire relationship with a man whore.”

“b-but, i had something to tell you.” yunho finally gave in. if he told her now, this could solve every single problem he had. all he had to do was say “i like you” and everything would be over, right?

“what?”

“i, well, i lied. i lied about not liking you. it sounds stupid because it is stupid but i really do like you y/n. i—i liked you after the first month. b-but i didn’t know how to tell you because i thought it was stupid and i thought you’d get mad at me, but it turns out you did like me…”

you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. what person lies about liking somebody only to tell them a week later that they were lying? it was weird.

“yunho, don’t fucking lie to me again. i said we should go out separate ways, so let’s do that—”

“there are other ways to deal with this. please, don’t leave!” he was desperate. you couldn’t just leave him like this anyway, you were too nice of a person to do that. you pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head in disbelief. when you were just starting to feel better, yunho came crashing in.

“i can’t say i don’t still like you, but you need to earn my trust back. and i don’t just mean telling me the truth 24/7, but actually showing that you care and that you want to be in a… real relationship with me.”

“i will! i’ll show you everything i need to show you! you’re the first person i really ever liked, i don’t want to lose you.” he pouted. now he looked more adorable than hot.

“it’s okay, yunho.” you pet his cheek gently. “you won’t lose me.”

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for breaking up w my girlfriend?

this was a long time ago btw i was just thinking of it again

so i (f 17) was dating my girlfriend (f 16) for about four months when she found out that before we dated i used to have a crush on one of our mutual friends. let's call her jenny. the crush ended before we got together bc jenny started dating another one of our mutual friends. i got over it and started dating my gf

she was always kinda possessive? i used to crack jokes abt it bc i thought it was funny but it did kinda disconcert me sometimes

the story comes to ahead when we were talking about past celebrity crushes and i made a joke abt how i used to have a crush on jenny. my gf got super quiet and told me she had to go.

she didn't speak to me for like 3 days until our friend jack sent me a message like "what did you say to her?" i explained the whole situation to him and he told me to just give her some time

about two more days passed without any sign of my girlfriend, when jack dmed me again and asked me if i truly loved her. i said i did but that this was freaking me out a lot. he told me she was just really insecure and that i had to be patient

now here's where i may be the asshole. i was really scared and honestly kinda upset at her myself. especially bc jenny found out and that made jenny's girlfriend break up with her, so in a spur of the moment i sent a message to my girlfriend and told her that this really wasn't going to work out if she was just gonna get possessive and ignore me for days. she called me an asshole and that i was a horrible person for breaking up with her when she was so delicate. she blocked me on everything and would ignore me at school too.

this was like 5 years ago now and i still dont regret breaking it off with her. we were pretty young and stupid but i never really felt comfortable acknowledging whether i was an asshole or even if it was the right thing to do. like should i have stayed with her and helped her through it?

so yeah! am i the asshole for breaking up with my possessive girlfriend?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[outsideratheart]

Reunited (Aitana Bonmati x reader)

Based of this request

Aitana Bonmati would always hold a special place in your heart. As your childhood best friend you would spend every minute of your spare time together, most of that time was spent on the run down pitch that was near the street where you lived. You both dreamt of being professional football players even though back then it seemed highly unlikely. 

You loved your life, that was until your parents got a divorce and you had to move to England with your mum. You were 14 years old when you had to leave your old life behind and sadly that included Aitana. A long distance friendship proved too difficult and as time went of the two of you drifted apart and soon the phone calls between you ceased to exist.

When you started playing professionally you made the conscious decision to go by you mother’s maiden name, wanting none of your accomplishments to be linked to the man you once called dad.

Almost 10 years later, you made your return to Spain when Atletico Madrid signed you from Arsenal. You missed out on your inaugural season due to an horrific ankle injury sustained in a pre season friendly. Now a year later you are finally making your debut, against none other than Barcelona, against the girl who was once your favourite person.

The game is 65 minutes in when the board goes up, showing your number.

The crowd errupts, despite not yet playing for the club, you were a fan favourite and a lot of people have been waiting to see you play.

“I’ve never heard the crowd make this much noise for a sub” Patri tells Aitana.

They both look around the pitch and atleti team and even some Barcelona players are giving you a round of applause.

“Even Alexia is joining in” Mapi says now joining in on the conversation. 

As if she hears her name been called, the captain walks over to her team mates.

“She is a young kid that they signed last season but she got injured before she could play. From what Lola tells me it was pretty bad and she has been working her butt off to get back on the pitch” 

The girls are in shock to Alexia been so nice about an opponent during a game.

“She has also told me that she is a machine, so stay alert” 

And just like that their captain was back.

It took minutes for you to ring Lola’s word true, you took a shot from outside the box, Sandra only just getting her fingertips to it, sending the ball over the crossbar. Atleti manage to get a goal back from the corner, a pin point header from you.

Barcelona reset but still Aitana watches you celebrate and she recognises the celebration straight away but refuses to believe what she is seeing.

“Y/N” she whispers.

“What?” Patri asks as they get back in position.

“Nothing” Aitana tries to push her thoughts to the back of her head but it doesn’t work. 

Even whilst playing Aitana keeps her eye on you as she tries to work out it you are in fact her best friend from childhood. She watches your mannerisms and every so often you would do things that brought Aitana back to the pitch all those years ago. The way you would stroke you tummy twice when you were thinking or the way you talked, the voice she hears send her back to her childhood.

The match ends 1-1 and still Aitana fails to break her gaze. Her mind is running a hundred miles an hour.

“Has Aitana got a little crush?” Jenni nudges the small midfielder.

The forwards words fail to register.

“Tana!” Patri all but shouts making her jump.

“What!” Aitana snaps, slightly frustrated that her friends won’t leave her be.

“You’re staring and you are making it really obvious”

Heat rises to her cheeks upon hearing that her glances are not a subtle as she hoped. Still her eyes remain on you as you talk to Carmen.

“Go to her” Jenni says.

“Who?” Aitana asks now really listening to what the others are saying.

“Number 15”

When she hears your number another pin slots into place. The girl she knew always wore 15 joking that she had to always one up Aitana with her being 14.

“Do you know her name?” Aitana asks.

“No” Both Jenni and Patri say in unison. 

“But I know who will!” Jenni adds.

The forward shouts of the team captain.

“Do you know what number 15’s name is?” Jenni asks Alexia.

“Only her last name, Y/L/N”

“No shit, we know that. It’s on the back of her shirt” Jenni shoves the captain.

Aitana thinks for a moment, it wasn’t the last name she knew but it did sound familiar only she didn’t know where from.

“I only answered your question” Alexia answers innocently “Why?”

“Aitana has a crush”

“I think I know her” 

Aitana’s words intrigue the three women.

“Think? How do you think you know someone, either you do or you don’t” Patri says slightly confuses.

“She reminds me of someone I knew when I was younger”

Alexia goes to talk but Aitana cuts her off.

“Wait!” She says as she walks closer to you, her friends following in suit.

You are talking to fan who had a sign asking for your shirt, Aitana watches the interaction intently knowing that this could be her only shot at knowing without asking your directly.

“Why are we watching 15 take her shirt off?” Mapi joins her friends.

“She was in a car accident when she was 7”

“Who wa—“ Patri slaps her hand over the defenders mouth.

“She had to have surgery on her spine, the scar was big”

The group of players watch you, trying to see the marking but someone blocks their view.

“Lola!” Alexia says just now realising how invested she had become.

“What?” Lola say not knowing what she has interrupted.

The goalkeeper gets pushed out the way but is too late as Aitana sees a member of the coaching staff hand you a warm up shirt, now your back was covered.

“Thanks Lola” Aitana says in defeat.

“I didn’t do anything. I only came over here to tell that some of us are going to Sibuya and I wanted to know if you were going to join us”

Jenni looks at Aitana, how her head hung in defeat, a light bulb going off in her own head.

“Will Y/L/N be there?”

“You mean the player who just made her debut and scored, no I think she will want to go home and spend the night alone” Lola replies, her voice filled with Sarcasm.

The other players stand there, waiting for the goalkeeper to reply seriously.

“María Dolores” Jenni warns her friend.

The goalkeeper hold her hands up In defence “Yes, she will be there”

“Looks like you will be able to ask her yourself” Patri tells her friend.

With that the girls agree to meet at 7.

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The Barca girls arrive and they are told that the rest of the party are in the private room upstairs. As they reach the top they see the players that mere hours ago they considered their enemy. Aitana searches the room but she cannot find the person she is looking for.  

“Lola said she will be here, relax” Jenni rubs Aitana’s shoulders before pushing her towards a seat. 

The table converse for around half an hour before the waiter arrives, ready to take everyone’s order. 

“Is it ok for you to come back, we are still waiting for some people to arrive?” Aitana asks as she looks at the two spare seats. 

“No, no. You can order, they texted Carmen what they want” Laia reassures the waiter. 

“So they’re still coming?” Alexia asks knowing it’s what Aitana wants to know. 

“Yes. Y/N and V are on their way” Lola confirms. 

Aitana freezes upon hearing your name. Could this be a coincidence or is she really going to see you after all this time. 

“They tend to lose track of time when it is just the two of them. They both had media after the game, everyone wanted to speak to Y/N and V didn’t want to her to be alone” Carmen tells the table.

“Honestly they are inseparable” Lola rolls her eyes thinking of the antics the both of you have been apart of. 

For reasons she doesn’t fully understand, Aitana had an uneasy feeling in her gut. The thought of you been with someone else didn’t sit well with her. Yes, she understand that nothing ever happened between the two of you, you were only young when you left and she didn’t expect you to wait for her when she gave you no reason to but still she is jealous at the thought of you and V together. 

“Aitana, I have a question for you. What’s your obsession with her?” Lola asks referring to you. 

At first Aitana doesn’t know how to explain the current situation she faces, truth is she had been trying to figure out since she saw you on the pitch. 

“Let me” Patri says confidently “you see Tana here had a best friend when she was younger and for some reason she thinks that your number 15 is that best friend.“

The rest of the table hang of Patri’s every word as they become invested in the possible reunion. 

“Then we watched as she took her shirt off” 

“You did what!” Carmen asks in disbelief. 

Aitana is about to speak but Laia cuts her off. 

“Nice of you to finally join us” Laia says when she sees you and V coming up the stairs 

But catches Aitana’s attention is how your fingers are interlocked with V’s. 

“Don’t blame me. I had to wait till Y/N came down from her adrenaline high, she wouldn’t sit down, picture a kid on a Sugar rush” 

“Hey! Don’t be mean, you know you love me” you pretend to act offended. 

“That I do” V kisses your temple. 

The Barca girls watch the interaction before looking at their friend. Although Aitana never talked about how deep the connection between the two of you went, they figured she had feeling for you, they could see it in her eyes. 

You and V take your seats and by luck you are sat opposite Aitana. The first course comes and they two of you are yet to talk. 

“How about we play truth or dare?” Lola suggests. 

“No” Carmen is quick to answer knowing that Lola will have an alterer motive.

“Don’t be so much a bore Car” Lola playfully slaps her girlfriends thigh “it’ll be fun, Y/N you can go first” 

You give Lola a look, one that translates into what are you up to. 

“During Christmas break you stayed over, what happened to my blender, actually let me rephrase that, who broke my blender?”

Your eyes goes wide as you look around the room, more specifically to V and Carmen who are the only ones that know the truth

“It was—“ you are on the verge of confirming Lola’s suspicions when Carmen cuts you off. 

“Don’t crack”

“We made a promise” 

 Your two Atleti team mates cut you off. 

Looking around you see that all of the table are staring at you but your focus in on the girl opposite. You send her a playful wink, one which causes Aitana to blush. 

“You’ll never know” you smile smugly at the goalkeeper. 

“Fine by me, now your dare is” Lola taps her chin as if you doesn’t already know your fate “take your shirt off” 

“Lola you know I won’t do that, why would you ask me that, here of all places” you are slightly annoyed by her dare, not expecting her to ask this of you. 

“I’m sorry, it just that—“ Lola knows she went too far.

“Forget it” you end the conversation on the spot.

Feeling the tension between you and goalkeeper, the rest of the table begin to make small conversations between themselves. The only person still looking at you is Aitana and you can see the curiosity in her eye.

“T” you say barely a whisper, still a bit shaken.

Hearing the nickname only you have called her all but confirms her theories. If not, the look in your eye does, she would recognise it anywhere. In that moment she sees the 7 year old who would obsess over the scar on her back, who would try to cover it with make up because she didn’t want people to stare. 

“Y/N” Aitana says barely a whisper. 

“Took you long enough. Now I can take my shirt off if you need to see it but—“

“No, I don’t need to see it” Aitana says referring to your scar. 

The two of you are lost in the moment, only breaking away when you hear someone clear their throat. 

“So you do know each other?” Patri asks. 

All of sudden every one starts asking questions. 

“How did you meet?”

“Why did you leave Spain?”

“Why didn’t you tell Aitana you were back?” 

“Do you wanna?” Aitana tips her head in the direction of the stairs. 

“Yes” you push your chair back, your standing form quiets the table. 

Without saying another word, the two of you leave and are soon out on the streets of Madrid. As you walk in silence you feel lighter than you have in years and you know that is because you have Aitana by your side. 

“I did want to reach out when Atleti signed me but then I got injured and well I wasn’t exactly the best company. V only put up with me because she didn’t have any other choice” you tried to explain your reasoning. 

“You and V, are you?” Aitana feels the jealous rise within her. 

You swear you could see the green in her eyes. 

“We’re just friends. We met in a time where we both needed each other. I would go with her to her treatment and she would keep me company during physio, when she was feeling well enough”

“No need to be jealous” you nudge Aitana’s shoulder with your own. 

“Why Y/L/N? It would have been so much easier if you kept your other name”

“That was dad’s name, after the divorce I wanted nothing to do with him. Now I go by Y/L/N, to honour my mum” 

“That makes sense” Aitana replies.

“What made you you think it was me on the pitch?” Now it is your turn to ask a question. 

Aitana replayed the game in her head as she tries to pin point the exact moment. 

“The way you walked, how you used your hands when you talked to Carmen, you always were gesticulative but the moment when I really thought, that’s my Y/N, was your celebration, you never changed it”

It takes you a moment to realise that she has finished talking. The way she said my Y/N gave you butterflies. 

“You mean this?” You dramatically do your celebration. 

“That’s the one” Aitana says between laughs. 

“In the end you thought the only way to now for sure is to watch me strip?” 

Aitana buries her face in her hands with embarrassment “you saw that?”

“Four Barcelona players watching my every move, kind of hard to miss”

The two of you discuss all of the big and small things that has happened over the years and soon enough you reach your destination, the beach. You take a seat on a bench that looked out over the ocean, Aitana sits next to you. 

 “You can see it if you want? I didn’t wanted everyone else to see it, it only leads to questions and I don’t like talking about it” 

You can her hesitating as she thinks about it. In the end you make the decision for her. You turn so you are facing away from her as you lift up the back of your t-shirt. You feel her trail her fingers along the scar then you feel her warm breath on your back before you feel her kiss the top of it. 

Suddenly feeling very vulnerable you pull you shirt down and quickly adjust your position so you are once again facing Aitana. Only she doesn’t move, if anything you could have sworn she moved closer, so much she that her face is inches away from yours and in a quick swift motion her lips are on yours. 

The kiss ends just as quick as it happened, much to your disliking. 

“Jesus T, take a girl to dinner first” a smile tugs at your lips as you tease your best friend. 

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Aitana asks. Her tone filled with confidence knowing that you didn’t push her away when she kisses you. 

“Of course I will” you steal a kiss before standing, holding you hand out for Aitana to take. 

The two of you spend the next hour or so walking down the boardwalk as you reminisce about old times and plan what you will do together in the future.

#woso x reader #woso one shot #woso imagine #Aitana Bonmati x reader #Aitana Bonmati imagine #Aitana Bonmati one shot #espwnt one shot #espwnt imagine #espwnt x reader

[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.

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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.

///

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.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #aitana bonmati x reader #aitana bonmati imagine #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni imagine

[ronaldofandom]

Self-love

Summary: Our sweet, innocent Bheem pleasures himself while visualizing his wildest fantasies. That's it; that's the plot :)

Warnings: This is NSFW af. Not smut but highly suggestive language. Includes Bheem's kinks. Pls read when you are alone, don't tell me later I did not warn you :)

Imagine the squishy teddy bear below, helplessly submitting to his carnal needs!!!

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. This was something Bheem had heard all his life but had never really understood the true essence of it. Until tonight.

He was away from Adilabad for a few days. Away from her. He and a few fellow tribesmen were out on a supply run and to meet a few other tribes to garner further support for their revolution.

The days were long. And hectic. The nights were even longer. And harsher. They had been traveling for 10 days and had a few more days left on the road. The only saving grace was that the trip had gone even better than their expectations. They had fulfilled their mission, and the men wanted to celebrate tonight. Bheem agreed that it was well-earned.

They had set up a small campfire outside of the nearby village so as not to disturb the other villagers. Some men from the village had joined them too. They had started late evening, and the gathering went well into the night. They had all hogged on the local delicacies and were also fairly intoxicated. Bheem’s only instruction had been to drink in such a fashion that they are not hungover tomorrow morning; the journey had to go on as planned. And people understood.

Bheem let himself go tonight, let himself relax a bit, after a fair bit of coaxing from his friends. He had initially offered to stay sober and guard the camp, but others had convinced him that there was no imminent danger in these surroundings. And they were right.

The conversations ranged over various topics - childhood memories, favorite food, favorite drinks, adventure stories, first crushes, heartbreaks, personal tragedies, life experiences, and whatnot. Eventually, as expected of a gathering of young men in their 20s, the discussion came down to sexual experiences. The veterans shared their stories with much aplomb. The beginners, the novices the inexperienced listened with much awe and a tinge of jealousy. Bheem listened politely, participating in the cheers and jeers, but he didn’t venture to share his own experience. He was a private person in this regard, and this would stay between him and Jenny.

His friends knew that about him, so they didn’t insist either. But they did coax him to talk about the zillion times he had been propositioned by young girls ever since his adulthood. Even on this trip. The way women couldn’t help themselves around him, how they had come on to him, offered themselves to him, rubbed themselves against him to entice him / gain his attention. The way women would offer to do anything for him or to let him do anything to them that he wanted. It was practically a given. Bheem used to get scandalized earlier but had grown used to it now. His entourage was used to it as well.

Earlier, Bheem used to decline politely. He never had the time to indulge in these things; there was too much weighing on his mind all the time. But lately, he had started telling them he was taken. He thought that would be an easier way out of these situations, but he had grossly underestimated his appeal. The women were heartbroken, sure, but they weren’t dissuaded. They told him that they were willing to share. They were willing to accept that he couldn’t be theirs if they could have him for just one raw, passionate night. If he could look at them once like he looked at the one he loved. Bheem was usually speechless in such situations and had to find a way to practically run away.

He didn’t have the heart to tell them he didn’t want them like that. They may be okay to share, but he wasn’t. He was madly in love and just wanted to rush back into the arms of the woman who was his whole heart. So, running away from such situations was an easier solution.

He got teased endlessly by the other men when he told these stories, and he took it with a shy smile. Bheem never understood why the women went feral for him like that, despite years of these experiences. So when the others asked him about his secret moves, his game that drew the women in like that, he was clueless. He didn’t have any moves. He didn’t have any game. He didn’t know how to flirt; heck, he wasn’t even sure what flirting really meant. He was as befuddled about it as the others. The men were not convinced and joked that he didn’t want to share his trade secrets since he loved the attention too much. They added what they would do, and their detailed fantasies had they received such attention.

Bheem played along quietly, knowing fully well that he won’t win this argument anyhow. He didn’t say that for him, the real beauty of intimacy came from the deep-seated love for his partner. That he wouldn’t enjoy these one-offs with strangers, irrespective of how wild the nights could get. That he would rather hold the hand of his beloved and gaze into her eyes the whole night, even if that’s all he could get with her, instead of the frenzied, animalistic sex with anyone else. For him, love trumped lust any day. When Bheem was in, he was fully in, pampering his partner in every way possible.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t have these fantasies. He was no saint. He was also a hot-blooded man, after all, with more testosterone than most others. His blood also rushed south at these thoughts. His imagination also ran wild over such fantasies. But he wanted it all with the one he loved and no one else.

As the gathering started to disperse, the men returned to the village. His entourage had been offered huts to sleep in, but Bheem wanted to sleep under the stars tonight. He took a pillow & a bed sheet and returned to the campsite.

The moon was so beautiful tonight. It reminded him of her. She had been the sun to his moon. She had brightened up his life in ways he didn’t even know existed.

This was the longest he had been away from her since she had come with him to Adilabad two months ago. This was also the longest he had gone without sleeping with her since they had confessed their love to each other 1.5 months ago.

The conversations from earlier made him feel a pang of loneliness and made him long for her even more tonight. He terribly missed the warmth, comfort, softness, and tightness of her body. He missed losing himself inside her, the sheer bliss he felt from their union. He missed her soft moans, her nails digging into his torso, her hair spread on his pillow, her helpless whimpers, her eyes wide with anticipation/bliss, her face contorted in pleasure, the arching of her back, her rapidly beating heart, her gasps, her panting breath, her hardened nubs, her hips bucking under him, her lips bruised from his attention, his name on her lips........... Oh, how he missed her tonight.

His body started reacting to his thoughts involuntarily, without him even realizing it. He thought about what she would be doing now, what she would be wearing. There was this white silk nightgown she wore on most nights. A habit she had carried from her previous life. Bheem wanted to kiss the hands of the maker of that dress to express his gratitude. It looked absolutely exquisite on her - the lowish cut revealed her cleavage, the sticky fabric hugged her perfect curves (particularly her meaty, round behind), and the length was just below her knees, but it rose up to her thighs as she laid down.

Bheem had wanted to rip it off her on many nights. But he had held himself back like he had restrained himself on many other things. She was very delicate, and it was all so new for her. Bheem had understood that she knew almost nothing of the pleasures of the flesh from her sheltered, conservative upbringing. She was learning and discovering everything with him. He knew he had to take things slow and not lose control before she was ready for more. While they had slept together 17 times (yes, he was keeping count), and it had been incredibly passionate and mind-blowingly satisfying, Bheem had still kept it to mostly missionary. Looking at her face, her eyes filled with adoration and trust, kept his wilder desires in check.

Tonight, though, he couldn’t help himself from wondering what it would be like when they actually graduate to his fantasies. When he could actually let himself go fully. Let himself indulge. When she would meet him halfway, wanting him as wantonly as he wanted her. When they could actually do the things that the women who had propositioned him had offered to do with him.

A deep sigh escaped his lips. How did it suddenly get this hot? Bheem took off his kurta and felt the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead, chest & under his armpits. The cool night breeze felt divine on his skin. But his lower body was demanding his attention now, and his hand slithered towards his groin.

As he shut his eyes, he imagined it to be her hand instead.

Her soft, velvety, tentative hand stroked him over his pajama. No, that wouldn’t do. He needed her closer.

Bheem took off his pajama for better access.

She looked at him with wonder - her eyes going extra wide as she felt his member on her skin. She stroked the outline of his length over his loincloth, trying to figure out where the tip was. Then, she leaned closer to his groin, her nose nearly touching it, to smell his scent.

Bheem ripped his loincloth off, whimpering softly as his fingers grazed the semi-hard flesh that was screaming for immediate attention. Which he provided.

Which she provided. As she bent down again, her mouth an inch away from his tip, her eyes looking at him teasingly. Asking to be punished. Asking to be disciplined. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down, making her kiss his tip and lick the hot leaking liquid. She obeyed as commanded.

He threw his head back on the sheet and tightened his grip. His legs splayed open on the ground below.

Bheem’s hand fisted in her hair as he slowly pulled her mouth down on him, making her swallow an inch in the first go. She gagged instantly but held on, getting used to the invasion of her mouth. Her eyes not so teasing anymore but filled with nerves/anticipation. He pushed her up and pulled her back in, going deeper this time, hitting the back of her mouth, testing her boundaries to see if she could take him down his throat. He soon established a rhythm, moving her face and his hips in tandem. Pulling her hair back to look at that beautiful face as he devoured it fully.

The image hit him like a truck, nearly making him dizzy. He had to pause what he was doing and curl both his hands in the grass underneath to feel the solid ground below him.

She was going into the pond ahead, calling out to him. As he started to chase her, she laughed  & ran ahead, jumping inside while still in her nightgown. Bheem jumped after her, catching up to her instantly and grabbing her waist. The water was waist-high, but both of them were fully soaked from dipping inside. Bheem ran his hand through his hair and eyed the flimsy sheer fabric - what a wonderful night she had picked to go commando. She leaned forward, ran a finger down his forehead, his nose, his lips, his chin, the taut skin of his neck, his chiseled pecks, his abs, and finally went below the water to grab his crotch roughly. Bheem let out an animalistic groan, lifted her by her hips, threw her over his shoulder, spanked her behind a few times, carried her out of the water, backed her against a tree, wrapped her legs around his waist, and proceeded to rock her world. He ripped open the front of her gown and bit down on her bosom, making her scream helplessly. He maneuvered her body around like a doll to find the best angle and kept pounding into her relentlessly, long after she had peaked and fallen against his chest.

Tears formed at the corner of his eyes. He had gotten rock-hard without any meaningful physical stimulation, with just the visuals in his mind. This was a first. He was dazed & helpless, but he surrendered to the journey his body & mind were taking him on. His hands massaged the base of his groin gently, staying away from his length a little bit longer, almost testing his own anatomy to experience the peak of his hardness.

She was lying next to him now, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, while caressing his bearded cheeks. Bheem wanted her to forget everything else in the world other than his name and the sensation of his touch.

‘On your hands and knees. Now.’

She giggled, bit her bottom lip nervously, but obeyed nonetheless. The remnants of her nightgown had gathered around her waist, leaving the rest of her fully bare. He positioned himself, grabbed her hips, and entered her from behind, loving the feeling of being enveloped in her velvety wetness and tightness. He leaned over her to grab her bosom, which was bouncing vigorously with his thrusts while pulling on her hair and biting down her back. Ramming into her in this new position, he hit her secret spot quickly and repeatedly, making her scream his name with abandon, making her paralyzed with pleasure.

This was the most aroused he had ever been on his own. He could see the stars both with his eyes open and closed. His heart was racing. His throat was parched, and his voice was hoarse with the helpless groaning.

He couldn’t wait any longer; it was time to reward himself for his patience and the build-up. He licked both hands, moved one on his length, stroking from bottom to top in a steady motion while rubbing the tip in between. The other moved to his back, poking at the entry point there. He had discovered the latter one a few years back and had experienced some of his most intense peaks stimulating that region. Lubrication wasn’t handy today, so he made do with licking his finger and slowly dipping the tip inside. His whole body jerked at the sensation.

Bheem started to move both his hands in tandem now - stroking his front vigorously and his behind tenderly. Along with gyrating his hips. The tension, which was building in his waist, legs, and groin, all started to move toward the base of his length. He was a moaning, squirming, incoherent mess. And he wondered how he would look/sound like if anyone decided to walk by at this instant. Well, if it was one of the girls who had come on to him, he reckoned they wouldn’t mind the show. Smiling at the thought, he continued his ministrations.

He knew he was close. And would go over the edge soon. Bheem wondered if he should give in to his most deep-seated fantasy. He hadn’t even let himself think of it in detail before. Was it too depraved? Was it too perverted? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. Tonight, he wanted to indulge.

They were back in their hut now. She was nursing their 40-day-old son, cooing to him gently while the baby was fussing in her arms, struggling to hang on to her nipple. She massaged her breast for better flow and squished her nipple to fit into the baby’s mouth; still, some of the milk kept spilling down to her waist. She hadn’t realized that Bheem was watching her and was infinitely aroused by this erotic sight. He waited for a few minutes, hoping the baby would be done by then, but his baby was demanding like him. Smiling at the thought, he sat behind her and kissed her shoulder, wrapping his arm around her. She turned her head around, gave him a quick peck on his cheek, and went back to tending to their infant.

Nothing could have prepared her for what he did next. She was feeding from her right breast. From behind her, Bheem moved his left hand to her left nipple, squeezing it with his thumb and index finger. Tiny droplets of milk fell on his finger, and he licked them off greedily. Her whole body jerked at the touch, a helpless gasp escaped her lips, and she instantly felt the sensation between her legs.

She understood his intention and realized that it was going to happen. There was no way out of it. He had been eyeing her hungrily since she had started breastfeeding. And he had been extra demanding in the last 10 days since he had to restrain himself for the first 30 days after her delivery.

‘Bheem, give me two minutes, please. At least let your son get done.’

She pleaded. And he agreed with a deep sigh, moving his hand from her nipple to her thigh, stroking her there. She willed her son to finish soon, and the baby obliged, falling asleep in her arms shortly after. Bheem didn’t waste a second - he picked up their son and gently laid him down in the cradle at the other end of the hut.

Bheem wanted her completely at his mercy for what he wanted to do. So he tied her hands above her head, attaching the other end of the dupatta to the cot.

‘Be a good girl and don’t make a sound if you don’t want to wake the baby up, yeah?’

She nodded nervously. And he dove in, sucked on her nipples, drinking from her. It tasted sweeter than normal milk. He loved the taste and licked all around her torso to not waste a single drop. She had to bite her cheek to keep herself from moaning. He ravished her to his heart’s content and kept kissing her mouth in between to make her taste herself. Even after she would be done lactating in a few months, he had half a mind to pour some chashni & suck it off of her.

She had to ultimately intervene.

‘Bheem - the baby will wake up in a few hours and will need more. You are sucking me dry, sweetheart.’

And he stopped. Of course, he stopped. With a promise of going again later. But he was still thirsty for her. So he placed her thighs on his shoulders and dove into her core. She nearly jumped off the cot, surprised by the ferocity of his want. He sucked hard and fast, shoving two fingers inside, wanting to get her to peak ASAP so he could taste her properly. She had no choice - he played her body like a fiddle, pushing all the right buttons to get her to peak vigorously. He sucked her dry again, kissing her lips again while gazing into her wide, fucked out eyes. While both her sheer juices dripped from his mustache into his beard.

Bheem didn’t know whether he was dreaming or had ascended to a heavenly plane. Drenched in his sweat, even the sheet underneath had turned moist. His hips jerked violently. Suddenly, two hands were insufficient to tend to himself. He had to tear his hand away from his behind and move it to his nipples, squishing them hard. Tears streamed down freely as the cool breeze of the night tried to comfort his burning skin.

He had spent many serene nights under these stars, surrounded by these trees. But tonight, they witnessed his wrecking and helpless submission to his most primal, carnal desires. His legs started to shake, and he finally came with a violent jerk of his hips, spraying his seed in all directions. His finger dipped into his back entrance again to prolong the orgasm, making him scream with agonizing pleasure.

Bheem collapsed on the ground, lying lifeless, wrecked by the intensity of both his arousal and his release. Dazed and stunned as to how he got here. Even visualizing these fantasies with her felt like crossing a line, and his conscience was apologizing to his heart.

As he closed his eyes, he saw her lying next to him, looking at him with wonder through those big doe eyes. Almost like she had walked in on him while he was helping himself. He wanted to ask her if she touched herself, too, when he was away. But he knew the answer already. He will teach her how to do that. He will make her touch herself in front of him - what a sight that would be.

However, this wasn’t the teasing, tempting Jenny he had visualized earlier tonight. This was his Jenny, his sweet, innocent kitten. He wanted to both steal that innocence and preserve it with every fiber of his being.

He would wait patiently till she is ready to take him like this. Ready to push their boundaries. Ready to uncover deeper layers of pleasure. He would enjoy the journey so much of taking her down this abyss. Till then, he would love her like she needed. And thank the universe for bringing them together. Oh, how he missed her tonight!!!

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The RRR Discord server made me do this guys; this is not my fault :)

Hope you liked it. As always, look forward to your feedback!!!

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#rrr #bheem #ntr jr #jr ntr #love #tarak #bheem rrr #komuram bheem #rrr fanfic #bheemjenny #jenny rrr

[waitmyturtles]

My first-ever dalliance with an Our Skyy property (I didn’t watch Never Let Me Go or Star In My Mind)! Some thoughts on Our Skyy 2: The Eclipse, episode 1:

First off, The Eclipse was my first GMMTV BL ever ever ever, which I watched after finishing KinnPorsche. I literally had no idea who anyone was, from the actors to Golf, no one. Going in super-DUPER fresh, I generally loved the script, and COMPLETELY loved the direction and cinematography. I loved that the storyline relied on emotional heat up until it made sense to introduce physical heat. I had my criticisms about how the Thua storyline played out -- I did not realize this until @bengiyo shared with me that two episodes had been cut from the original series order, which helps me to understand that whole debacle a lot better in hindsight.

I loved the show a lot, and already have a ton of nostalgia for it, and I’m excited that my old Thai BLs watchlist will give me more by way of First, especially in Not Me (and besides BLs.... yes, I’m still very much considering watching The Shipper for all the other simpy darlings in it) (cough cough Ohm cough Jennie cough).

ANYWAY, I’m seeing on the internet a lot of consternation for this first episode, but I thought it was FABULOUS.

I want to see people in relationships dealing with shit! Like grown-up humans! Yes, the boys are young -- dang, they’re just graduating high school! They’re young adults, like YOUNG, and figuring out their shit. (Isn’t it... SCREAMINGLY obvious that Aye is keeping the birthday secret from Akk?) (I always thought of Akk as a slightly over-serious weenie, and look -- First plays that up SO WELL.) (And Ayan knows this and is messing with Akk, and so what?) (Because boyfriends are going to learn how to balance each other out, and that’s exactly what’s happening here!)

I blog about trauma and messes all the time, because trauma and messes are really real in the real world. Surely I look to dramas to show me alternate realities of happy fluff and happy endings, but, as I always write here: the thing that really gets me in particular about Thai dramas is the Thai filmmaking penchant to NOT look away from the messy, gory, emotional details of relationships needing to be ironed out. It’s truly beautiful art to me when a writer or director can get into that without shying away from it.

I reblogged this fantastic post from @justafriend-ql this morning with an incredible insight: the guys from Suppalo dealt with a tremendous amount of emotional trauma, and dare I say, even brainwashing to an extent while they were in school. They need to figure their shit out. Whether you’re in a relationship or not -- after an experience like that, you need to spend time sorting shit out regarding how you treat yourself and others.

Which is EXACTLY WHAT’S HAPPENING WITH THIS EPISODE. 

To me, The Eclipse was not about physical engagement or fluff. It was a very deep exploration into the societal guardrails that these guys were operating behind. I don’t see why that wouldn’t change for Our Skyy. 

And I think this balanced out really nicely with all the movie bits, with Neo’s shirtlessness (GAWD DAMN), with Namo being freakin’ hilarious, and with my BELOVED ship of Wat and Sani -- Sani, who looks as slammin’ as ever, who will likely turn down Wat (if I’m reading their movie re-creation correctly), and Wat who respectfully crushes on her (I love them I love them, and if Sani decides otherwise, I support her go-gurl moment, because Wat is also an adult now!).

Anyway. This will obviously resolve tomorrow, and I’m excited for it. I loved this episode. It was sophisticated, heaty, emotional, and complicated. I’m not expecting fluffy and simple here -- I want to see good filmmaking for a two-episode epilogue, and I think we’re getting it so far here.

#the eclipse #the eclipse the series #our skyy 2 x the eclipse #akk x ayan #ayan x akk #kan x thua #thua x kan #wat x sani #sani x wat #our skyy 2

[footygirl114]

Novata (Jenni Hermoso x Reader)

Well since it was such a close race on votes, and I couldn't get the Jenni idea out of my head, here is Jenni’s Prompt. :)

Being a teenage superstar was never easy, but when you broke onto the NWSL scene at 18 you had no choice. You signed with Chicago on a 4 year deal so you knew you would have time to play somewhere else later in your career. 4 years in the NWSL as leading goal scorer, youngest goal scorer, most hat tricks in a single season, rookie of the year, then following it up with player of the year twice. All these accomplishments had many teams trying to get you to play, but when Barcelona came knocking you felt it was right. 

The club wanted you for at least 4 years, they knew you could be the future of the club with some of their strikers on the older end. They had just completed their first UWCL win when you signed with the club. Coming in as a young player was hard, coming in with your stats in a league that some players didn’t think counted was harder. 

It's not that you didn’t like Jenni its that she never gave you the time of day. Its almost like she knew you were here replacement and she had to outdo you in every drill. It became almost like a rivalry in preseason training. You hated it. You always wanted everyone to like you and get along with you but she never wanted anything to do with you. It was to the point that she would avoid you anywhere but on the field. 

It sucked, cause she was a player you looked up to. It didn’t help that you also had a massive crush on her. She was the one player you were looking forward to meeting and playing with but she never took a chance to get to know you. 

It was before the first game of the season when it was announced that she was starting over you that you saw the doubt in her eyes. It almost like she couldn’t believe that she was picked over the young star. You made sure to give her a high five on your way out of the tunnel to settle on the bench. 

You ended up coming on for Jenni in the 70th minute, when she came jogging off she double high fives you and said “top that kid” in reference to her 2 goals. You did, you went on and scored a 12 minute hat trick in your first game at the club. 

From then on it became a rivalry, with her having the experience she got most of the starts, but you made the most of your minutes and were keeping up with her goal tally. 

 **

A couple months into the season you were called into the US national team for your first qualifying tournament, after only playing friendlies before you were nervous. You were close with the younger girls on the team and they were all excited to be called into the Spain camp. It was when you were all talking about camp that you may have gotten yourself into a bit of a tough spot with Jenni. 

You were with Pina and Patri, talking about how excited you were to finally go to a competitive USA camp “im so excited that I get to train with Alex, Tobin, and Christen. None of them were at the last camp I went to. Being able to play with the best strikers is going to be so awesome” you tell them not noticing who walked up behind you. 

“so Y/N you don’t think you are playing with the best strikers already?” asks Caro with a smirk. You can see Jenni behind her shaking her head with a pissed off expression on her face. 

You reply “Not what I meant, its just I grew up watching them play when they were younger” 

“What you never watched any other team than the USA?” ask Alexia who joined the conversation. 

“Honestly, I was lucky to get the USA games. There wasn’t many games on TV when I was growing up.” you tell them honestly. 

“well that’s too bad you could have been so much better if you expanded your horizons” Jenni says with attitude as she walks away. 

You stare after her trying not to let her words effect you, you can feel the tears in the corners of your eyes. Alexia puts her arm around your shoulders and tries to comfort you “Y/N she didn’t mean it, she’s just tired” 

You shake her off and grab your stuff and walk away. You were so excited to got to camp and now you don’t know if you’ll want to come back here. 

**

Its a few weeks later, your flight had come in earlier than some of the other players so you had an extra day before you needed to report for training. You decided to go into the gym anyway and try to get a work out in. So you headed into the training facility, when you got into the locker room you realised you weren’t alone. 

You could hear someone crying, so you rounded the corner and saw Jenni on the ground with her head in between her knees sobbing. 

You immediately went into action and knelt beside her and put your hand on her upper back, she looked up at you and shook her head, but kept sobbing. 

You just sat there beside her with your hand rubbing up and down her back for the next few minutes as she calmed down. You waited until she settled and had calmed down. 

“I know we’re not… friends or anything, but… i’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.” you tell her.

She looks up at you and says “Lo Siento Y/N” 

You reach over and grab her hand and say “there’s no need to be sorry, but I am here if you want to talk”

You let the silence remain as you are still rubbing your hand up her back. She finally speaks up and says “My girlfriend broke up with me before camp, and it caused me to play terribly. I pulled my hamstring and had to leave early” 

“Im sorry about leaving camp early, but no girl is worth crying over. If she cant see how amazing you are than that’s her loss” you tell her with a blush on your cheek worrying that your crush is showing. 

She looks up at you and asks “how would you know? I have been horrible to you, Im sorry for that Y/N. I think I was threatened but you have made me a better player”

“I lied before camp, I used to find ways to watch you play. When you played with PSG it was easier” you tell her with a deeper blush on your cheeks. 

She looks up at you, wipes her eyes and turns so you are face to face and asks “why wouldn’t you tell me that? Ive been so horrible?”

“no no no” you shake your head. “you haven’t been, you’ve pushed me to be better” you still have a blush on your cheeks at this. 

“Y/N what am I missing?" she asks you.

You decide in that moment that you have to be brave. So you slowly lean in and press your lips to hers. It takes her a moment to respond but when she does you feel the world fade away and stars flash behind your eyelids. 

She deepens the kiss and pushes you to lie flat on your back, she follows and hovers over you with her arms on either side of your head. She pulls back from your lips looks into you eyes and says “wow” with a smile. 

You look up at her and smile and say “I have had a crush on you forever”

She blushes and says “I think I have had one since you walked into the first training session, and that’s why I tried to push you away” 

“Well you’ve wasted months of this” you say as you pull her back down onto you. 

#woso imagine #woso x reader #jenni hermoso #jenni hermoso imagine #jenni hermoso x reader #espwnt x reader

[stargazer-sims]

15 OC Questions!

I was also tagged by @van-yangyin - thank you! I love how many times I've been tagged for this. I'll happily do as many as I get!

Anya (Baranova) Pavlenko

Are you named after anyone?

I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. My real name is Anna-Valentina Alexandrovna (The first part is pronounced like Anna from the movie "Frozen" if you're curious). "Alexandrovna" is the patronymic from my father, Alexander, so I suppose technically I'm named after him, but I don't think it really counts because all Russian names are like that. Anya is a diminutive of Anna, although it's my preferred way to be addressed.

Anyway, there's a family rumour that my father named me after his first crush which, if it's true, must've absolutely thrilled my mom. Her name's Yevgenia; Zhenya or Jenny for short.

When was the last time you cried?

I try to cry as little as possible. The last time was quite recently, though. It was a couple of weeks ago, at the airport, just before I boarded the first leg of my flight home. Kolya — you know him as Nikolai. He'd never tolerate that particular diminutive from anyone who's not close to him — came to say goodbye to me. He was trying so hard to be brave, poor thing, but he was crying a little bit and trying desperately to hide it, and that set me off. He doesn't cry often either, but it absolutely breaks my heart when he does. I had to hurry off so we didn't embarrass ourselves by giving away our weaknesses in front of each other like that. I cried my eyes out on the plane, though. I love him so much, and saying goodbye is always hard, no matter what I may claim is the "official story".

Do you have kids?

Thankfully, no. Children would definitely cramp my lifestyle. I don't think my darling Kolya wants kids either, so I'm sure that even if we do manage to settle down at some point, I'll still be able to dodge that particular bullet.

Do you use sarcasm?

I do, but not excessively.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I tend to notice little imperfections; asymmetry in a face, birthmarks, moles, wrinkles, scars... that sort of thing. Those are the things that make faces unique and interesting and beautiful. The little creases between Nikolai's eyebrows, for example? I love those. I'm a professional photographer, and I think I've always had an eye for fascinating physical details.

What’s your eye colour?

My eyes are blue.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I'll admit, I enjoy scary movies. Not the ones with senseless, gratuitous violence, but the ones that have the potential to be truly scary. Psychological thrillers and films that are scary enough to make me look over my shoulder for a few days afterward. When we're together, Nikolai watches them with me sometimes, but I know he doesn't like them. When the really scary or messy parts come up, he just wants to be cuddled and doesn't really want to look. I won't lie... I like scary movies for that reason, too. I'm a bit enamoured with the idea of him needing me to protect him from something. He's typically the strong one, or at least that's what he'd like everyone to think, so it's oddly nice when he lets himself be even a little vulnerable with me.

Any special talents?

Ooh... I don't think I should say what those are on a PG-13 blog. Ask my Kolya what my special talents are. Watch him blush. It'll be adorable and amusing, I promise.

Where were you born?

Brindleton Bay

What are your hobbies?

I would say photography, but that's also my job, so probably that doesn't count. My main hobby is painting and drawing. I also enjoy cooking and trying new recipes. I absolutely love to dance. I think that could be considered a hobby as well. Oh, and I like to knit.

Have you any pets?

No, I don't. My job requires a lot of travelling, and it wouldn't be fair to the pet if I constantly had to leave them with someone else while I'm away.

What sports do you play/have played?

I used to be a competitive figure skater. I also did gymnastics when I was young. One of my favourite sports is skiing, and I also enjoy weight training and yoga.

How tall are you?

165cm

Favourite subject in school?

My favourite subject in school was always art. I also liked physical education and history.

Dream job?

I'm lucky enough to have my dream job right now. I'm a professional photographer, and I specialize in sports and entertainment. My studio is called Shooting Stars, and I've gotten contracts from all over the world to do shoots for actors, musicians, athletes and performing artists. My photos have been in magazines, on the internet, and in loads of advertising and promotional materials. Between contracts, I actually do have a physical studio in Brindleton Bay, where I do both corporate and private portrait shoots for clients. It's just a little hole-in-the-wall place, but it's mine and I love it. My flat is above the studio, so it's convenient to be so close to my work when I'm at home. I can't possibly imagine anything better. Not everyone can say they're living their dream, but I'm proud to say I am.

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I've tagged so many people already, but this time I'll tag @van-yangyin (because you tagged me), @bl-sims-anime @akitasimblr @enniewritesathing

As always, feel free to ignore if you've already done it, or don't want to do it!

#sapphire answers #oc asks #Anya Pavlenko #stargazersims

[tottallyana]

I might get hate but I don't think Belly ever really loved Conrad it was more of a idealized crush than anything she imagined how he was but the real Conrad was nothing like she imagined which she never liked no wonder she was always miserable and unhappy even when they were in a relationship it was nothing like how she's when she's with Jeremiah in both seasons I know they're each others best friends but it's a lot more than that I don't see how Bonrad could ever happen. I'm someone who has read the books and the third book wasn't it that was a Bonrad fanfic to ruin Jelly I hope jenny redeems herself and make Jelly endgame it would be such a better lesson for young girls too because all we see is toxic guys getting with the female lead that doesn't do it for me I thought it was a terrible decision Jenny did after Belly had so much character development it was ruined in book 3.

Love is a strong word when you're a teenager. It takes at LEAST until our mid 20s for our frontal cortex to fully develop. I always take a teenager saying 'I'm in love' as bullshit, because in a psychological way, they are experiencing lust and a crush- with hormones firing left and right.

I think this show is trying to emphasize that. Even Laurel said- no teenager actually understands what love is, and who they are meant to feel love with.

Even though it's not love with Conrad, it's neither with Jeremiah as well. She doesn't know what she feels, but she knows that she wants to be happy again. Conrad takes everything too seriously- to the point of making her believe she does know.

In actuality, none of the main cast know their feelings. If the show fast-forwarded into the character's life in their mid to late 20s, their feelings will be completely changed. I know when I was Belly's age, every crush I had felt like I was gonna die if I didn't have them.

#tsitp s2 #belly and conrad #belly and jeremiah #the summer i turned pretty #in all seriousness- they are characters and can be as idealistic and imaginative as they are written

[teribst]

What's the Difference

A STORY BY

MIKE

Jennifer was born on May 19, 2020. I had stood by, an 18 year old boy-man, the wall watching the miracle of birth as my beautiful wife Kim struggled with her labor. It was so sudden, and there she was, our baby girl baby came out of her mom, and I watched as a nurse quickly took her from the doctor. She sucked some gunk for her nose, rubbed some cream over her eyes then still covered in gunk she wrapped the baby in a towel. That's how she brought my Jinny to me, “Here, hold her while we clean up her mom.”

I knew something was wrong when another nurse took the baby from my arms, saying, “Come with me and let’s get the baby cleaned up.”

Twenty minutes later, I was told Kim had hemorrhaged, and there was nothing they could do to stop the bleeding. She had passed away without ever getting to hold or see Jinny.

~

I was crushed and it was crazy hard at first, but soon enough, I got my act together, and while I missed her mom a lot, a lot, Jinny became the center of my world.

We went through it all together, colic, learning to walk, the cuts, bumps, scrapes, and bruises. She was about 3 when the tubes were put in her ears, and then at 7 had her tonsils out. And along the way, we did all of the girl stuff, you know, dance lessons, swimming, girly things, but it was never long to last, because she soon would lose interest. So we would move on to something else.

She was 9 when she came home from school and said she wanted to play softball. They had played a game in her gym class at school, and she loved it.

And so softball it was. She was on the school team and joined the city girl's softball league and flourished at it. I was having a blast watching her grow and took her to every game and ball practice you could think of, and though it all we had become inseparable.

~

We’d had the same pediatrician since she was a baby, and when she was, if I remember right, she was just going into JR high school she had to have a sports physical. I, of course, went to the room with them, and as they went through the exam, DR. Renay closed the curtain for part of the exam and I could hear she was asking Jenny all kinds of questions through the curtain. After the curtain was pulled open, Jinny smiled at me as I made faces at her behind the doctor's back. Finally, she couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. She looked at Renay, “I’m sorry, but my ass-hat dad is sitting back there making faces at me. It’s something he started doing when I was little to get me to relax when we came to see you.” She looked at me, “Daddy, I’m not five anymore.”

Chuckling, the doctor rolled on her stool over to her small desk and began typing on her computer. “Well, I don’t think that's such a bad thing.” She turned on her stool and smiled at me. Then she turned to Jenny, “Jenny, honey are your breasts sore? It didn’t seem like it when I examined them, but I still need to ask.”

“Sometimes at night, but not bad, or I would have told Dad.”

Renay turned back to me, “Ok, the doctor part is never over, but now I'm talking to you as both a doctor who is also a woman. She looked at Jenny. You’re starting to develop and change into a young woman. That's why they seem a little sore. So as time goes by and your breasts grow, they are going to hurt. Um, no, they can be really painful, we hope not, but anyway, they will start to hurt. When you get home from school or baseball or wherever, a couple of Tyonal will help, and you ice them just like any other sore muscle, believe me, it will help.” She held up her hand and began to move it. “Also, by moving your hand in a slow circular motion like this, you know the drill, wax on wax off, doing it gently rubbing them much like a sore muscle in your leg or arm.” She looked at me, “I think Jenny will know when she wants to wear a bra every day, but in the meantime, as she develops, you may want to think about getting her a couple of sports bras to kind of help with all of the bouncing around involved with baseball.” She looked back at Jenny, “And it’s not going to happen tomorrow, but I checked, and while your hymen is still intact and in place, it is torn. I’m guessing that's from the vigorous activity of baseball. But anyway, I would suggest using tampons when you start having your period. They are not as messy as a Kotex and also help to keep any odor away from down there. Oh, and honey, I would keep one and a pair of panties in my bag just in case.” She reached up and took the paper she had printed out of the printer and smiled as she handed it to me, “Any girl things I can help you with, please call me.”

~

On the way home, I asked her, “What do you want to do for dinner?”

She smiled, “I think a hot fudge Sundae would be a nice holdover, and then later on, we could order something and just eat in.”

“We can do that.”

Later we ordered Chinese food, and after it was delivered, I called back to her in her room, “Foods here, honey.”

It wasn’t anything different than she had done at least a million times before. She came out of her room in nothing but her white cotton panties.

In fact, for her whole life, both of us had spent a lot of time just barely dressed, if we dressed at all. She saw me looking, and I guess I had got a funny look on my face. We had a habit of eating at the coffee table while sitting on the floor, and she was quiet as we blessed the food and began to eat. I asked, “What's wrong?”

“ When Dr Renay asked, I didn't want to say anything but my boobs really hurt. I guess that I am afraid things are going to change just because I’m growing boobs. We, you and me, have been who we are my whole life, so what’s the difference if I get boobs or not?”

I sat quietly and ate as I mulled over what she had asked, “I guess there isn’t any. I just don’t want to be creepy, Daddy.”

She laughed, “I’ll let you know.”

A few nights later at bed time I was walking past Jinny's bedroom and her door was open. “Dad.”

“Ya.” I went back leaning on her door jam looking at her laying in the dim light from the door. She was covered to her waist with the bed sheet.

“I’m out of Curel, do you have any?”

“Sure, hold on and I’ll get it for you.”

A couple of minutes later in my boxers I walked back into her room saying, "Here ya go.”

“Will you do it for me?”

“I don’t know honey, I…”

“Dad, you have been touching me in one way or another all my life. I think you trying to make my boobs stop hurting so bad will be ok.”

I didn’t say anything, I just sat down on the side of the bed and put some of the sweet smelling lotion in my hands and rubbed them together. I started with her left breast and began to move my slick hands over it. I felt it as her light pink nipple grew hard under the palm of my hand and took my right hand putting it on her other breast. I rubbed them in a circular motion like the doctor told us to do, “Are you ok?”

“Um hum.” I saw the slight smile come to her lips, “But are you?”

“Yes,” I don’t know what made me do it, but I pulled on her nipples just a little, “But I think this is something you could do.”

“It is, but I like this better.”

And so it became something we did every night right before lights out.

~

The next big event came at her Saturday baseball game. She had gotten a good swing and hit the baseball hard. I sat watching her and knew she was running full steam trying to turn a double into a triple. I was yelling but in my head I was, “Come on you got it come on!” Then as she got close to 3rd base she dropped onto her butt going for a foot first slide into 3rd base. It happened so fast, the cleat on her left shoe somehow snagged and set tight in the dirt, and the momentum of her slide turned her sideways in a spin and as her hand slid across the base she let out an almost blood-curdling scream. Her body had turned but her stuck foot meant that her leg didn’t. Suddenly all she could do was lay on her side crying out while her hands were around her thigh holding her leg.

When I got to her besides the pain there was fear in her eyes, “Daddy it hurts so bad!”

I know it was only a few minutes but it seemed like an hour before the ambulance got to us and a couple of hours later we rolled out of the hospital with her leg in a brace from her ankle to her hip. The doc said it was a very severely pulled hamstring. He wanted her off her feet for about a week and then to start slowly walking on it. He said she would be able to take the brace off if she was laying around but had to have it on to walk, and she would be in the brace for at least a month.

His prescription was to keep it elevated for at least a few days, put ice on it, and massage it.

We got her home and thank the lord the Tylenol with codeine had time to kick in, I don’t know that I could have got the five-foot-six-inch young woman in the house if I’d had to try and carry her 125 pounds of muscle.

I said,  "It’s almost a toss-up between your bedroom and the recliner.”

 “Nope I want to be out here with the big TV.”

And so that's where she was, and that's where she slept that first night.

And I slept in mine not 5 feet from her.

I was in the kitchen making coffee when I called my office and took the next few days off from work. It wasn’t hard, hell I own the company, and my secretary of 6 years told me not to worry, she had everything under control and would call if she needed me.

I had just put down my cell when Jinny called out, “OH! OH SHIT! DAD!”

Her eyes were big when I got to her, “What is it?”

“I got to pee!” I got her crutch and pushed the recliner down. I had just got her to her feet and she began to cry, “Oh daddy I'm sorry.” and pee began to run down out of her panties.

“It’s oh honey it’s not the first time I have had to clean you up, we got this. Can you stand there while I get some things?”

She leaned onto her crutch, “Yes,” she ran her hand over her face and pushed her blond hair back out of her wet with tears eyes. I came back in with a warm wet washcloth and I sat the towel I had brought in with me  on the arm of her chair, “Daddy, I know you have done this before but not that I can ever remember.”

I was on my knees in front of her, “You were three when you were housebroken.” As I pulled her little bikini panties down I realized they were not going to fit over the massive plastic leg brace, “I’m going to have to cut the side of your panties to get them off.” I pulled out my razor-sharp pocket knife and a half second later her panties were in the puddle of pee on the floor. I did everything I could to keep this whole thing from being any more humiliating for her than I knew it already was, and working quickly I had her all washed up and was helping her sit back down on the recliner with a clean dry towel under her butt.

I got her a rubber scrunchy for her hair with a brush and as she fixed her hair I went in got a cup of coffee and made us some ham and eggs. The rest of the morning I puttered around the house cleaning and picking up, then at lunchtime ordered pizza for us.

Talking over a mouth full of pizza she said, “You didn’t say anything.”

I instantly knew what she was talking about, “What should I have said about what?”

“That I have hair down there, crap Dad it's on my legs and under my arms and, well, just, well it’s everywhere! I mean dad it’s even in my butt crack.” She looked me in the eyes, ”Don’t sit there and act like you didn’t see it.”

“Yes I saw it, and no I didn’t bring it up because I didn’t want to embarrass you any more than you already were.”

“I’m ok, I guess it helped that you didn’t make a big deal out of any of it.” She looked at me, “Most of the girls, well I’d say all of the older girls shave everything.” She shoved more pizza into her mouth, “I read that shaving isn’t a thing in Europe.” She shrugged, asking, “What’s the difference?”

“Well, it's cleaner. I mean it's hard enough to keep the folds in a girl's pussy clean and dry without it being all wet and covered in pee. In my mind no matter how much you wipe it, unless it's washed with water, it still has pee in some places. I would guess that between your legs and under arm pits kinda go hand in hand with that whole smelly thing, but shaved legs are just more feminine.” I pointed to my very hairy legs, “You don’t want to look like this.”

Jenny smiled, “I have never heard you say pussy before.”

I chuckled, “What should I call a woo hoo?”

She laughed out loud, “No and it’s not a pee pee either it’s a dick.”

“You're pretty smart for a girl that's still peeing in her panties.”

She tossed some pizza crust at me laughing, “That’s not fair.”

~

“Mr. King, this is Tammy Higens, the school nurse. I need you to come and pick Jinny up here in my nurses office at the school.”

“Is she hurt, or sick?”

“No, no it’s nothing like that. She has a bit of a mess, and is embarrassed, so I think she should just go home.”

The light of understanding came on, “I’ll be there in, um 20 minutes.”

“No rush, she is fine in here with me. I have her doing some filing for me.”

When I got there she had a gym towel wrapped around her waist. She smiled at me saying, “Thanks Miss H.”

Miss H, a very fine looking woman about 35 smiled at her. “You're very welcome.” She looked at me, “She was pretty well prepared, but sometimes the first time can be a lot. You can be proud of her. She handled it all very well.”

At the truck Jinn smiled at me, “Do you know the difference between a boy and a girl?”

“No, what is it sweetheart?”

“Boys don’t try to bleed to death once a month or have to ask their dad to take them to buy a bra.”

It was 3 days before her 14th birthday.

~

A few weeks later we were having a dinner of BBQed brisket, smoked corn and brown beans. “Daddy we need to talk about things, and I have questions.”

“OK, I’m ready.”

“I had some pretty bad cramps during my period. I wanted to know about it and called Dr. Renay. She is such a sweet woman, but anyway she told me that birth control might help with that. She said the one she would want to give me is called Nexplanon, she explained it as a kind of a capsule that is about a 16th of an inch long placed under the skin of the under part of the arm,” she pointed to herself just below her armpit, “Right here.”

“I’ll talk to Rena about it, but just because I let you do it doesn’t mean you can, well, become sexually active.” I took a bite of brisket, “What's next?”

She smiled, “You don’t have to worry dad. There is only one guy I would ever want to screw and he is totally clueless.” Her eyes searched my face as she went on, “I looked it up on google but I don’t really understand anything about circumcision.” She took up a spoon full of beans, “Why in the world would you do that to yourself or your baby boy? And what's the difference?”

“That kind of came from out in left field didn’t it?” I chuckled, “Ok, well, Jewish people do it to their boys when they are babies. I don’t know enough about Judaism to tell you why. And I have no idea why American women do it to their kids. Some people say it's because it's cleaner. And if you ask someone they will say, oh it doesn't hurt and they won't remember it anyway. That's bull shit. It hurts like hell and I don’t care if they remember it or not.” I looked at her, “I think, hell I don’t know what I think. There are a bunch of nut jobs out in the far eastern deserts, that take their little girls and cut out their clitorises. I read they do it so they can’t enjoy sex. Also up until I think the middle 60 the doctors right here in the U.S. did what they called sexing. If a little girl was born with a button that they deemed to be over sized she was operated on and made into a boy. Same with a baby boy, if he was born with a small penis they would change him into a girl. Tell me that wouldn’t screw them up in the head, always being a boy but wondering why you want to do girl things. Anyway it's all screwed up however you look at it.”

She frowned. “Well thank you for not doing that to me, I like mine,” She chuckled, “A lot.” Her eyebrows wagged up and down at me, “I have seen you and you're not ‘CUT’ are you?”

“No I’m not.”

“Will you show me, what’s the difference?” I kind of gave her a look, “Oh daddy I have seen it before, I just want to know more.”

“Jinnifer.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, “Well shit.” I stood up pushing my boxers down as I did. I watched her lean forward looking “It doesn’t look anything like the cut ones I have seen on the internet.” I couldn’t seem to stop it and as she looked I began to stiffen. Without looking away she asked, “What does skinning it back mean?” By this time I wasn’t quite half hard, “And does it feel rubbery?” Her hand came out so quick I hardly saw it, and then she took me in her hand. “Oh it’s so soft!” She slid her hand down toward my balls pulling the loose skin with it and the head of my dick slipped out of its sheath, “Oh skinning it back, ok I get it.”

 I was getting harder in her hand “Ok honey, you have seen it and need to stop.”

There was something in her eyes, “Does it get harder, um it’s big but if it’s all the way hard is it bigger?” Her hand was moving slowly over my shaft, pulling, pushing and lifting it close to her face as she was looking at it.

My mind was screaming, “Step back. Just pull away.” And again it was so quick I had no time to respond, “Shit Jenny, I’m sorry baby I’m gonna cum!” She moved closer to it and suddenly I was in her mouth and she was sucking it, her hand was moving on my shaft as I emptied pumping rope after rope into her sucking mouth. I wasn’t me in my head as I pulled her up to her feet pulling her to me as my lips found hers. She still had some of my seed in her mouth as I slipped my tongue between her lips. I pulled back looking at her, “God what did you do? I’m so sorry I let that happen, so sorry. Oh honey I didn’t mea….”

“Daddy it wasn’t you. It was me and you did just what I wanted you to do.”

~

It was a couple of days before I could talk to her. I was angry at myself for letting it happen. I was angry at Jinny for doing it and again I was angry because I had wanted it.

I walked in and sat on the coffee table in front of her, “Jinny, we need to talk.” I watched her eyes search my face and saw hurt in them. “Honey I hope you can forgive me for what I let happen the other night.” She didn’t say anything, she just looked at me. I guess, well it was, shit if any one ever found out about it I would be put in jail and you would be living with your grandmother. Its incest and its gainst the law in almost every country on the planet. Honey I’m not going to sit here and lie to you and tell you I didn’t want it, I did. And I‘m not going to lie and tell you I didn’t like it, I did. But I am going to tell you that it can’t happen again.”

She scowled at me a little, “What's the difference between making love and being taken?”

“Making love is kind, gentle and caring, simply letting the heat of lust take you where it will. There is no love in being taken. It just plan and simple I’m going to bend you over the table and fuck you and your wanting me to do it. Its just plain old fucking between 2 people that are really hot for each other.”

She gave me a look. “I love you. You just let me know when you're ready, I’ll be here.”

“Oh sweetheart.” I sighed in resignation, “If only it was that simple.”

~

Things almost but not quite went back to normal. It was her eyes, and for the most part was that when I looked into them I could see the look in them looking at me with my cock in my mouth. That I knew would be forever burned into my brain.

Time moved on as it always does and Jenny went to the University Of Texas on a softball scholarship. She made the hour drive back and forth every day and as she became more mature she took the house completely over and made us a wonderful home.

~

I’d had one hell of a hard day out in the 100 degree Texas heat with no shade. I was so hot when we stopped work at 3:30 in the afternoon I was so shaky I was a little afraid to drive home.

I made it and the truck's AC seemed to help, but I almost collapsed as I walked in through the living room door. Jenny was instantly there, “What's wrong, crap dad your face is bright red. Here, sit here, I’m calling an ambulance!”

I sort of smiled, “I'm just too hot that's all. I’ll get into the shower and sit under some cool water for a while. That should fix me up.”

I was moving to the bedroom and my shower when she turned me into hers saying, “I have the shower bench in mine.”

She was flurry of movement and somehow I was naked and sitting under not cold but very cool water. She left me alone for a minute and came back asking, “Are you cramping anywhere?” She held out a bottle of pickle juice. “Drink this and let's see if we can get your potassium up.” I sort of smiled remembering me thinking the coach was crazy when he gave the girls all pickle juice on hot days in the sun playing softball.

Then she was naked and in the shower with me and staring at my feet began to rub them then up my legs, working up and down from one leg to the other, “This will get the blood moving through you so it can cool off.” From some place she came out  with a thermometer, “Tongue up.” She looked closely at me, “Your face isn’t so red,” She pulled the thin glass tube out of my mouth, “And you're down to a 100.” She still had concern on her beautiful face when she looked at me “Just sit here for a few more minutes while I’m out getting something cold for you to drink.”

I sat there with my eyes closed for I don't know how long, more than just a few minutes I think and relaxed a little when Jenny came back. She was still naked of course, and beautiful, so fucking beautiful. “Ok DA, let's get you outta there and all dried off. She stepped into the shower, shut the water off before turning and offering me her hand. “Just step onto the mat and I’ll get you all dried off.”

At the time I was just a little light headed and was thankful for the help and to be honest her drying my back seemed to make my skin tingle. She ran the towel over me everywhere, even letting her fingers slide the towel between my but cheeks, “Ok turn for me.” And again she started at my feet working up until she reached my balls, I closed my eyes at her touch as it became cottony soft as she gently caressed them, and it was amazing when her hand went to my dick, and I moaned “mmmm.” as she gently dried it even skinning it back to get under the skin. She felt me begin to lengthen in her hand and stood up looking into my eye as she dried my belly. But it was as her hands found my chest that she leaned in and I made no effort to stop her as she kissed me very softly. 

She was a little breathless when she stepped back,  “Um…I have some lemon aid for you in the living room and I ordered Pizza for us.” She picked up a T-shirt, “Here slip this on, I’m afraid once you start to warm back to normal you might get a chill.” 

The doorbell rang and I watched Jenny as she slipped on a t-shirt that was just a little longer than her butt cheeks leaving them barely covered when she went to the door and paid for the pie. She sat everything up and when I slipped off my chair down onto the floor I found I was suddenly starving. The rest of the evening she kept a very close eye on me making sure I was doing better.

~

Bed time came around and I was standing naked in my room. I was just turning to sit on the side of the bed when she came into the room. I smiled at her, “Honey I’m ok and I’m pretty sure I can tuck myself in.”

She gave me a look. “This won’t be the first time you and I have slept in the same bed so hush.” She pulled the T-shirt off over her head letting it drop to the floor. “Besides, what difference in the way the world spins will it make?” 

I couldn’t help myself and it wasn’t lost on her that I had stiffened as I watched her pull the sheet back. I said nothing and got in bed as well.

The lights had been off for a few minutes and I was laying on my back when I felt her turn and move over closer to me. Her lips seemed to be very close to my ear and she spoke very softly, “tell me daddy do you remember us snuggling when I was little?”

“Yes,” I smiled into the dark, “yes and I loved it.”

“So did I.”

 She moved over on her side and as she laid her head on my shoulder like she always had her now full breast mashed into my chest as her leg bent coming to rest on top of my madingley hard cock. “Do you know what the difference is between now and then?”

As though it had a mind of its own my hand went to her back and began moving slowly up and down it, “No what the difference?”

It was kind of in one move as she came over me taking my dick in her hand as she rose up placed it at her opening and slowly slid down on me, “I wasn’t going to fuck you back then, but honey I am now.”

Once I was in her as deep as she could get me she sighed, “I have wanted to feel like this for fucking ever!” She began to move sort of grind her clit into my pubic bone, “Oh yes, yes,” It came to her slowly “oh god o god AAAAA” She jackhammered into me as she came again, “Oh oh, oh god Oh god yes aaaaaaaaaa.”

“Jenny,”

“Yes oh yesss cum with me aaaa, oh so hot, so burning hot. Aaaa”

And her chest came to rest on mine as I felt the inside of her trembling.

I was still in her and hard as her lips found mine and she moaned softly into me. “Mmmm” she broke the kiss giggling, “Daddy can I have more?”

At this point I would love to say we fucked for hours and while I did last longer the second time she did came on me I don’t know how many times.

~

 The next morning we slept late and when I woke her it was with kisses on her lips, then her breasts, tummy and down over her hairless mound. She didn’t last long when my tongue found her clit and I stayed with her as she was grunting while humping into my face, her hands on the back of my head pulling me closer. 

When she relaxed a little I kissed my way up her body and easily slipped into her sheath sliding deep into her belly as I kissed her letting her taste herself on my lips. She had still been close from her cum and came again as I was sliding in. “oh, Oo yesss, fuck me.”

 And I did long slow and steady with her crying out over and over as she came. “When I couldn't hold it anylong I pushed deep into her belly “OOHSIT JENNY!”

Her arms went around my neck as her legs came up around my waist locking me into her. She whispered into my ear, “I love having you in me like this. I moved to kiss her as softly as I could while she held me like that until I grew soft and slipped out and she whispered “I love you.”

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

 I went down the hall to my office and the lock box. She was sitting up Indian style on a folded towel and she was smiling when she looked at me, “No one ever told me you would make such a mess out of me.

 I chuckled, “Sorry.” as I moved back onto the bed and facing her with my right foot tucked up under me and sat facing her while placing a small wooden box between us. I opened the box “This ring belonged to your grandmother.” I laid it on the bed and looked at her, “Jenny, shit I don’t know where to start.”

“Just tell me.”

“I would love it if you got your nipples and belly button pierced and I would also love for you to wear this ring in your button.” I reached into the box taking out another ring “Give me your left hand.” And I slipped the ring on her finger. “I guess if you and I are going to live as husband and wife you should wear your mothers ring.”

I saw tera come to her eyes, “Oh yes, yes I can think of nothing I could ever want more than to live as your wife and for us to take care of each other just as we have always done.” She tilted her head to the side “But after tonight,” She grinned, “you will be called Mr. or husband by me. Oh how I have wanted you to be my Mr. and yes I’ll happily get the piercings done for you.” She shook her head, “But right now I want a bowl of ice cream and your scooping.

[blackinquisitors]

HCs and thoughts for Tilly and Lenny?

I wish they had more screentime so I had more to say about them.. I love them both

TILLY

based on the dialogue other characters have, I'd say she joined the gang at around 15. bc she was 12 when she was kidnapped by the foremans and bill says she ran w them "all them years" so ill say hes exaggerating from 3 years. so as much as I love all the art of her being like 10 hanging out w john and arthur its just not possible

dialogue hints that she has a crush on javier (Arthur antagonize line that says shes been giving him a lot of attention) and I think they have a little flirting situationship going on. nothing serious tho

defintely a massive shit talker but shes hypocritical and gets mad at people for shit talking

I also think shes straight

would love chloexhalle and sza

LENNY

bi but doesnt use labels

kendrick lamar fan

Ive seen this theory before but his gun is really old and worn compared to everyone else's so thats the gun he killed the men that killed his father with

him and jenny makes me go crazy... the fact that they never did anything despite everyone seeing that lenny was absolutely besotted with her.. I don't want to think it was unrequited. in my mind they were young and unexperienced and basically going "UGH idk if he/she likes me.." like thirteen year olds. and they waited too long and jenny died :(

modern au hes a twitch streamer. he just is hes got the personality for it. he does twitch streams all night and is getting his law degree during the day

I wish I had more but i dont know them that well 😔 I love them both tho

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Mothman's Buffy Rewatch: Season 1 episodes 10, 11, and 12 "Nightmares", "Out of Sight, Out of Mind" and "Prophecy Girl" and Season 2 episode 1, "When She Was Bad"

(I didn't feel like writing this last night so whoops, though we did watch episode 12 today)

Hell yeah birthday Buffy and we're going into Season 2!

Nightmares

I actually quite enjoyed this episode, I like seeing all the fears

I always enjoy a story of thoughts and beliefs shaping reality

Buried alive foreshadowing 👀

WILLOW BEING FORCED TO SING lmao

God I hate the flesh arm eugh

This episode was actually creepy

Tbh I thought the dad was the one beating the child. I thought it would be tackling like parental abuse

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Actually kind of a cool Monster of the week, I like how creative the buffy writers can get

I like the subtle hints in the episodes and the idea that it could be a poltergeist before they realized it was an invisible woman

I get the feeling of being ignored by popular kids, I totally feel for the girl. Though I wouldn't have resorted to violence I just hung out with better people

Lowkey the invisible girl trying to cut Cordelia's face reminded me of kuchisake-onna

Not the school for invisible people lmfao

Prophecy Girl

I feel really bad for buffy in this episode, being prophesied to die at a young age is awful and I enjoy this show for dealing with the heaviness of that

I love Cordelia in this episode she's such a girlboss. I can't wait to see how she keeps developing

FANTASTIC BUFFY OUTFIT

I like Jenny's relationship with Willow :)

Angel "I don't have breath, you'll need to do cpr" also Angel *very clearly breathing heavily*

Iconic line "I may be dead, but I'm still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you"

What the fuck was that weird slimy beast thing

THE MASTER'S EFFECTS LMFAO

Why did The Master's skeleton stay together with no muscles?

"Loser." Lol

When She Was Bad

If Xander had wiped ice cream on my nose I would've used his shirt as a wipe

NO WILLOW AND XANDER DONT KISS NO

Vampire getting staked on a tree was funnier to me than it should have been

Buffy beating the shit out of training stuff and Giles is awesome

Jenny and Giles are actually kind of cute lol

Angel hanging out in Buffys window like he's fucking Edward Cullen

Cordelia and the Scoobies' conversation is so funny "the three musketeers were actually cool" and Cordelia agreeing lmao "Cordelia, your mouth is open, sound is coming out of it, that's never good"

Buffy out here bullying all her friends

Hell yeah buffy crush that skeleton and get over your issues

Yippee everyone's happy again

"I hate that girl" lmfao

#mothman's buffy rewatch #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #xander harris #rupert giles #jenny calender #cordelia chase #angel btvs #btvs

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Do you?

Summary:

Valentines day has struck the Van der Linde gang. Reader hasn't worked up the courage to tell the man they love how the feel, so Valentine's day is a little lonely.

For @rdrevents Valentine's giveaway, I got to write for @cainbutnotabel

Also have this horribly cheesey little photo edit

I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentines day!

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Despite the crisp February weather, the gang were all in high spirits. 

It was Valentine's day, and the young romantics of the gang were celebrating, even if they didn't have a special someone to celebrate with. They were all gathered around the fire, listening to Javier play. Karen sat in Sean's lap. Mary Beth, 

Tilly and Jenny danced with anyone who would dance with them. 

Jack was a particular favorite to dance with, the girls making sure the toddler was included in the fun. Until he went to bed, that is. For once, his parents weren't fighting. John had picked Abigail a small bouquet of wildflowers (and weeds, but it was the thought that counted) and the two were sassing each other in that flirtatious way they did in moments of peace. 

Dutch and Molly sat in their tent, whispering and giggling to each other. They were probably the most sickly sweet couple of camp. Watching them flirt felt like spying through the keyhole in a hotel door. 

Across camp the older and more cynical members sat, drinking beers and reminiscing about Valentine's days passed. Susan, Uncle, Pearson, Swanson, Strauss and Hosea. They told stories of lovers from bygone years, laughed at the romantics of the gang and the ones trying to be romantics for the sake of a quick romp (like Micah or the Callander boys). They placed bets on which pairs would eventually wander out to the treelines or ride into town. 

Arthur had started the night with them, but to no-ones surprise he eventually wandered over to the other fire, letting the others pull him into the celebration. He tried to hide it, tried to keep that dark stoic exterior up. But you could tell he was enjoying himself. Though he danced with the girls, you could see him eyeing up Charles at every opportunity. 

Where did you fall? Well, though you could be a bit of a romantic, you didn't have it in you to join the others around the main fire. You'd hovered for a bit before Hosea and Susan beckoned you over to join them around the table. You'd been given a seat, given a beer, and easily included in their conversation.

You were not old  nor particularly cynical. It was just hard to celebrate a day about love when you yourself were feeling a particular sting of loneliness. You had quite the crush on a certain gang member. But you wouldn't dare tell him. You were certain there was no way he'd feel the same. 

All week as the day approached you'd considered spilling your secret to Hosea. You knew he'd never be cruel, even if he rejected you. But you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. Not knowing if he felt the same about you seemed easier. At least you had a little hope mixed in, not knowing how he felt. 

So you spent the evening with the elders. 

"You been awfully quiet," Uncle's voice grabbed your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Tell me, have you ever been in love?" 

"In love... No. Not really. I've been sweet on people before but never in love. I've never gotten that far," You said, twirling the base of your bottle around on the table.

"Yeah yeah we all know you're sweet on Hosea," Uncle chuckled. You and Hosea both balked a little at that; you out of fear, Hosea out of disbelief.

"I highly doubt that," Hosea scoffed before you could say anything. "Why'd they waste their time pining after an old fool like me?" he chuckled, flashing you a crooked smile. 

"You know, for a wise old man, you really are blind," Uncle laughed. 

"He's right, Hosea," Susan piped up. "I've seen the way they look at you," 

"I have to agree," Strauss added plainly. "I've seen that look too," 

"Yeah. They look at you like Swanson looks at a bottle," Pearson teased. 

"I rrrrrresent that," Swanson slurred. "But they do ssssseem t'look at you quite a lot," 

Oh God you wanted to die. You could feel your face heating up, could hear the amused giggling from the rest of the table, except for Hosea who seemed locked on you. 

"Don't worry," Susan laughed, slapping your back. "He's been looking at you just as much," 

"That's true," Pearson chuckled. "I doubt he's read a single word of his morning newspaper since you joined the gang. He always gets distracted by you," 

Hosea's gaped, looking very much like that trout he brought into camp the other night. For a moment he looked like he was going to protest, to claim it wasn't true. But then he met your gaze, and his expression relaxed some as his hazel eyes met yours. 

"...Do you?" You asked hesitantly, afraid this was all some cruel joke. Hosea gave you a gentle smile, leaving you warm and tingly feeling. 

"Yes," he said, and all the air escaped from your lungs in one huff. "Yes, though these fools make me sound like some perverted old man stalking you. Which I am not. At least I hope I'm not," he gave you a crooked smile. "But I've... I've been sweet on you for a while now," 

You grinned widely at him. He looked so silly just now, a distinguished older man confessing his feelings like a young man would. It was something he shouldn't have to do at his age, but here he was all the same.

"And you?" He asked quietly. "Are they right about your feelings too?" 

You sucked in a breath before nodding. "Yes. I'm..." You laughed. "Most days I feel like an absolute fool for you," your face was still hot with embarrassment, mostly that this was the way he found out, and the fact that you had an audience. 

"I feel the same," Hosea chuckled. "I wanted to say something. Nearly did at least a hundred times. But I never thought... I never even dreamed that... That you could," you'd never seen the silver-tongued man so tongue tied before. It was adorable. And knowing it was all because of you made it that much sweeter. 

"Neither could I," you admitted. You exchanged lopsided grins. 

"Would you, em..." Hosea cleared his throat. Oh my god, was the older gentleman blushing? "Would you care to take a walk with me?" He asked. "I think we are long overdue for a talk," 

The others wolf whistled as you stood and walked beside Hosea pit of camp, away from prying ears. You knew what they thought this "talk" would be. But it was just that. The two of you weren't going to just jump in. You both wanted to know where exactly the other stood. 

You did not spend Valentine's day in Hosea's bed. Nor up against a tree or on the forest floor or any of the other ways some of the others spent their nights. But in the weeks and months to come, oh you spent plenty of time making up for it. 

#hosea mathews #hosea matthews/reader #RDRValentineExchange

[feathered-moths-ablaze]

TB/RW AU - Toast and Mary

Wow it's been a month since I touched this AU.

I've been wanting to talk about their relationship since July, but college and personal life has been needing my attention more, and it has completely drained me.

Now that most of that is ironed out, I can finally get around to these guys, and how others saw them, on paper and hopefully flesh them out a bit, especially Mary: she really didn't get touched on during the videos.

They are young when they first meet - around 16-17 in human years. Their relationship, from friends to death, takes place over approx. 4-5 years. A Cycle does mean a day/night, but it can be cut short if there's a downpour.

Johnny and Mary met by pure chance; they were both on their way home, and Toast remarked on how large the squidcada Mary was carrying. They started talking for hours until Mary had to go.

They kept meeting up at random at first; aftermath of a lizard fight, paying at a scavenger pole, ect. and ended up chatting until one left. It took many of these surprised meetings for Mary to suggest a location to chat

These hangouts were not secret: Toast had already mentioned Mary to Jenny and Ghost a few times, so neither were surprised when they spent more time together.

Jenny thought that Mary was alright, and absolutely teased her little brother when he came home at times ("so, how was your date? ):3" "IT'S NOT A DATE!" D:<)

Ghost and Mary actually got along well, sharing an interest with the sunken Iterator can and how it came to be. Toast was afraid they'd be at each other throats over him, so he was relieved.

Gavin didn't know about Mary until much later. Toast didn't want to tell "The Golden Child" about his friends.

One talking point for them was past the grasslands. Scug tribes were known to take a pitstop at the can for shelter, food and to catch their breaths, so surely there was other places. Mary wanted to find these places.

It was Toast who first caught feelings, and was terrible at hiding it. He was also completely oblivious to it until Ghost asked if he ask who'd he'd been crushing on.

Mary was also unaware of Johnny's crush. She thought he was just being sweet.

Mary started catching feelings not too long after he did. She was more aware of hers, and at first denied it. Sure, they were nearly adults at this point, and Toast is... For void's sake, she's not in love!

But when he brightens her day by cracking his smile, and that feeling of glowy warmth feels so natural between them, it's hard not to see why.

As the cycles went on, they seemed to fall for eachother that bit more, and on one cloudy twilight, Toast finally confessed - and Mary said yes

There is around a year between their confessions and when Mary first voices her old ideas about leaving the can to explore past the grasslands again, and a few cycles more for Toast to agree to come with her.

He tells Ghost that he's leaving with Mary a few cycles before the day. Ghost is a mess: his only friend is leaving, probably never coming back, and he'll be stuck here alone. Toast replies that he'll find someone else, like "the other hunter" (Katrina), but he's going. They have a last embrace, both trying not to cry, before Toast turns and leaves. This is the last time Ghost sees him for a long time.

Jenny is the one who sees them off. She gives them both explosive spears ("for emergencies"), some batflies and Johnny one last hug before they set off.

Even with their advantages, they struggle to keep alive. The orange lizards are more tougher than the ones they're used to, and close calls with vultures are common.

However, they slowly get the hang of it and by the end of the year, they're somewhat capable with the wilds.

Mary seemed to be more adapted than Toast, which did lead to some troubles along the road

They're thriving for until the end of spring since this is when Mary dies

They're caught late outside when the storm hits, and they're rushing back to their shelter. Between the low light and starting of rain, it's getting hard to see or hear.

They don't hear the vulture until one of its mandibles strikes the ground near Johnny and they book it faster.

The vulture gets a lucky shot when it grabs Mary almost at their shelter and starts to fly off. Johnny throws his spear at the head, hoping for it to drop her.

At the last second, it's head turns and the spear pierces both Mary and the vulture's cheek, to Toast's horror.

They both fall, but the downpour is getting worse (it's starting to hurt him), so he has no time to search unless he wants to be pelted to death.

Toast hides in the shelter, shaking like a leaf and with a sinking feeling.

The storm only lasts for the night, to Johnny's luck, and he's out the second the rain slows down enough.

He feverishly searches for Mary, calling her name, but no luck. He tries again the next cycle: still nothing. It takes a third cycle for Toast to find evidence.

The only thing left in the mud and flattened grass is a Karma flower. Mary is dead. Officially

Toast just stares in disbelief, before falling onto his knees and sobbing and going "nononononono I'm sorry. I'm sorry" again and again. It's cut short when a lizard interrupts his crying.

He takes the flower and goes back to the shelter, miserable and guilty

He spends two weeks in the shelter, laying in the emptier nest and holding the flower whilst he feels more and more guilty and remorseful for Mary's death. He only leaves when he can't hunt or handle being alone anymore and makes the long long long trek back to the can since that's the only place with bluefruit and popcorn plants

When he finally sets foot in the ruin a year and a half after he and Mary left, he's starving from not leaving the shelter, so he's just scavenging any fruit and leftovers to eat.

At some point Ghost and Toast do reunite.

Ghost finishes up a lizard hunt for breakfast, when be hears shuffling behind him. Turning around, he's not expecting Toast behind him. He's obviously exited to see him after over a year and rushes to him, but his joy turns to concern when he sees his reddened eyes and asks what's happened. Toast just collapsed into Ghost's shoulder and cries, crying a little harder when Ghost awkwardly hugs him.

He stays with Ghost since his grief is leaving him unable to survive on his own.

Ghost doesn't know what's happened; he only finds out when Toast breaks down one night and spills out everything

It doesn't help that Ghost's Rot Problem manifested during his time away, so some cycles Ghost is just suddenly gone.

There is no alcohol in Rain World and there isn't really any substitute, so Toast doesn't have with drinking problems in this AU.

Ghost does comfort him during the worse of this, saying that it wasn't his fault and getting Toast out of the shelter.

Jenny does also help with Toast's grief, but her own problems means she can only give him a little. Ghost is his main comforter.

It takes a long time, with some setbacks along the way, but by Mid-Early P.I.E/Spooker joining, Toast worked through most of his grief for Mary's death.

There is some hope he can see her again.

Now in Rain World, you don't exactly die: If you want to truly die/"break your cycle" you need to go to the void sea. This does run the risk of becoming an echo though, and if you do become one, you're fucked.

In this AU, this gets tweaked a bit. There's two ways of becoming an echo: either through the Void Worm's rejection or through "Forsed/Self Ascension" Basically if you die too many times in rapidly succession. This is one hell of a massive mess in practice, so there's scugs that die for the first time and that's it, and there's scugs that seem immortal.

Mary got the short end of the stick, and became an echo the first time she died

When Mary realised what had happened, she was torn.

On one hand, she felt searing betrayal by Johnny. They'd spend all this time together, just for him to stab her in the back and leave her body in the rain!

On the other, it was bad luck that got her killed. Did she also want Toast to die by trying to find her? He was sensible to wait!

Her echo stayed where she was as anger and her mind warred on. She figured that she could wait to see Johnny's reaction before judging.

Her anger towards him seemed to smother out when Toast was sobbing out apologies at the sight of her Karma Flower.

She didn't follow him all the way back to the can: as much as she wants to comfort him and say anything, she can't help him now. He'll have to work through his guilt on his own.

As of current day, Mary is still in the wilds, exploring the great unknown.

She might go back and see Toast, but it will mean she will have to say goodbye. She doesn't think she can yet.

Bittersweet ending, but I hope I managed to give Mary some personality and this relationship some development.

#taleblr #rain world #taleblr rainworld au #johnny toast #mary toast #god damn that took a while #I was going to include art but my art ain't arting #so enjoy some text instead