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justplainwhump · 4 months

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Seat 2B

Dany faces Geoff.

Next installment of @wildfaewhump and I's Just A Fling AU. The perfect Geoff, Peyton and their mentioned friends are Vic's characters and they penned a lot of this piece.

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Content / warnings: Intimate whumper, whumpee meeting whumper in public, past trauma and not ideal coping with it, mentioned serial killings, mention past noncon drugging and assault, sexually derogative language, mention of BBU-pets; pretty frank discussion of past noncon.

2B is Dany's favorite seat on most long distance flights. Best class available, be it First or Business or whichever names they came up with. Aisle, meaning she can get out without the need to talk to anyone. Second row instead of first so there's a bit more air in front of her instead of a wall.

She's gotten it for this flight as well, the way home after some intense days of preparing and ensuring the final acceptance of their newest freight terminal. It's been a success. Another one. Dany is good at her job, and she knows it.

She leans back in her plane seat and opens her laptop to check on the press release the company is about to send out, tuning out the busy noise of the last passengers boarding and filing to the back of the plane.

"Excuse me, Madam" someone next to her says, half bored. "I'm 2A."

She's not sure if its his voice that sets her off, the smell of his cologne, or his looming figure, some inches too close to be entirely polite, but her whole body is on alert suddenly.

Geoff Cortlandt.

"Oh. Ms Hammond," he says, eyebrows up. "Hadn't recognized you, fully dressed."

Dany's hand, halfway to the tray table, freezes mid-air. Geoff's gaze feels heavy on her skin. Even without looking up, the smug amusement radiating from him is almost palpable.

She sets her jaw and reaches out to pick up her laptop and slide back the tray table to let him pass. "Mr Cortlandt."

"Just kidding," he whispers, as he squeezes past, too close for the amount of legroom the plane offers, and pauses, his mouth next to her ear. "You were not actually memorable undressed, either."

"Peyton saw that differently." It slips out, before she can think twice, her voice perfectly even. She's taken seminars on it, on her way to becoming the negotiator she is today - quick comebacks, how to deal with low blows.

Paying back in turn ranks very low on the list.

And it is downright stupid, when it's about the exact thing Peyton's tried to warn her about in his very own, very inappropriate manner. 'We were getting pretty close. And I was… distracted by you. In a way that wasn’t working for Geoff.'

Geoff freezes for a moment, and she thinks she sees a muscle in his jaw twitch, before he breaks into an easy smile. "Well, he's luckily left that behind him now, didn't he?"

He slides into his seat next to her, just as a flight attendant leans into their row. "Can I offer you a drink before take-off?"

"Champagne," Geoff says smoothly. "For both of u-"

"Vodka for me," Dany interrupts. She'll have to sit through this. She's not going to fold, not again, not after she panicked at the tennis match and let him have it. "Straight."

The attendant lifts his eyebrows, but doesn't say a word, while he prepares a plastic flute of champagne for Geoff and then bends down to the bottom of his cart to hand Dany a tiny bottle of Vodka and a glass.

"Well, then." Geoff waits until the attendant has left for the next row, before he raises his glass. "Cheers, Ms Hammond. Go on. Drink up. We both know you're more fun once you've got a little liquor in you."

"We both know it wasn't just liquor. We both know it wasn't fun." Dany screws open the cap of her bottle and pours it into the glass, pausing before she looks at him again. "And we both know you walked away. Is it just like that? Do you always just happen to get away with it?"

He smiles, and it's shaped like it should be charming. It's not. It's just empty. "I'm here, aren't I? Makes you wonder. Is it really possible for someone to do 'wrong'? Or are we just afraid? If right and wrong were the immutable forces we treat them as, wouldn't it be impossible for us to do wrong?"

Dany chuckles dryly and shakes her head, then downs the vodka in one go. "I didn't say anything about right or wrong, you started that yourself. My degree is in psychology, not philosophy." She puts the glass down and grimaces. "Pretty sure you, Mr Cortlandt, are an interesting case for both fields."

He laughs a little in return, and it makes her stomach churn. "I like that." He sips too, his eyes wandering over the cabin, before he turns back to her, shifting in his seat to pull up one knee and cross his opposite ankle under it, leaning in like they're good friends. "So," he says. "What did you like most about fucking Peyton?"

"There's a reason you and I were only intimate when I was unconscious, Geoff, and that's because I don't fucking want you in my bed. Not physically, and not mentally either." She smirks and tilts her glass at him. "You'll never know."

His grip on his glass is tight, but he doesn't retreat, and his smile doesn't drop. If anything, it gets more dangerous. "Fair enough. You know-" He glances around like he's about to share a secret. "There was this one time, he and I. We had a little bit of a threesome, there was this girl. We had her between us, on her hands and knees like a whore, she was so hot for it. Peyton has this way he angles his hips- her whole body seized. She wasn't really my type, but the way she looked right then, coming undone for him with my cock so deep in her throat she couldn't breathe... I almost had to keep her." He takes a deep breath and smiles brightly. "Anyway. I can only imagine he was a great lay for you too."

Dany can't breathe. Couldn't then. Can't now. It is her, it was her, the woman caught between them, betrayed, helpless, powerless. Images she can't remember, but dreams of anyway.

She has to get away. Her hand flies to her waist, unbuckles the security belt, and she staggers to her feet to escape towards the restroom.

"Madam," someone yells, and before she can flee, a stranger is over her, presses her back into her seat. "You cannot get up, Madam, we're in the middle of takeoff, are you insane? Mr Cortlandt, Sir, could you please take care of your friend? She's endangering everyone."

There's more hands on her, Geoff's hands, on her shoulders, wrapped around her own hand, and he's talking over her, her own voice stuck in her throat. "Of course, I'm so sorry about her. She's a nervous flyer. You'd never want everyone on the plane in danger because of you, would you, Dany? We're going to get through this together, I promise. You just need to put your seatbelt back on."

"You got her?", the other man asks sharply.

It's all too much. The shaking of the plane, the hands all over her, the images, and Geoff, Geoff, Geoff, he's next to her, he's over her, he's inside her, 'my cock so deep in her throat that she couldn't breathe', she's dizzy and nauseous and nothing makes any sense.

"No," she whispers weakly, "No, I don't want this, please."

He's not leaving. His hands are on her hips now, almost tender, pulling at the seatbelt, locking her back in. "I know, but there's nowhere else to go. You're just going to have to endure. I'll stay right here with you the whole time, alright? You're not getting rid of me."

Louder, to someone else, he adds. "I think I've got it from here. Thank you for your help."

The plane's rattling gets heavier, then stops, as it raises from the runway, pushing her back into her seat even deeper.

Dany's whole body is trembling. Tears are catching in her lashes, but she's not even able to cry. "Why?" she whispers tonelessly.

Geoff whispers in her ear, one arm around her shoulders. "Why not? You were just a fling."

They stay like that, Dany locked in her seat, caught in her own body, Geoff leaning in over her, holding her hand in his like a friend would, until the plane has reached cruising altitude and the seatbelt lights turn off with a little ping.

Only then does Dany manage to shake her shoulder and brush his hand away from her.

"I hate you."

Geoff settles back into his own seat, the grin on his face satisfied and smug. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." He pulls out his phone and opens his picture gallery. "Hey, want to see pictures of my pets?"

She can only shake her head tiredly. "I want you to die"

"You first, princess."

It's almost casual, almost like smalltalk, but it cuts deep. Peyton's words ring in her ears. 'If we hadn’t done what we did, you would be dead. Pieces of your body would have been hidden from here to Georgia, and no one would ever have found you.' Geoff had been ready to kill her. He'd not, he'd found another way, but he'd been close.

"Don't call me princess," she says, even though she knows it's hollow and empty and he'll do whatever he wants anyway. It's easier to reply to that part of his line, than acknowledging the meaning of the other.

He leans closer again anyway, swiping through pictures of a young Philipino person, sultry eyes thick with mascara and shadow as they watch the camera from repose in a king-sized bed. "This one's Lourdes. They're my latest, just got them a couple weeks ago. I always like to have one picture when they're brand new." He swipes again, and the next picture shows someone with similar features. This one, a young man, is hollow-eyed and clearly frightened as he sits stiffly on an ornate couch, hands clasped tightly between his knees. "See? They just... lose that spirit, after a while."

She doesn't want to look at his phone, but it's not like she can go anywhere. Pets are people, she thinks, she's said it so often, but she doesn't now. Because if anyone is aware of this, she's sure it's him. That's why he's showing her these pictures. Because they're people and because he enjoys to make them miserable.

Like he enjoys to make her miserable.

You first.

"You kill them," she says flatly. "Don't you? That's what you're going at with flashing this photo gallery at me."

He glances around, as if to make sure no one is taking an undue interest in their conversation. "What a horrible thing to say! I love all of my pets. And they're all still with me in one way or another. But I wouldn't expect you to understand that bond, since you have none of your own. You're not very caring, are you, Dany? You flit through life without ever really taking anyone with you. It's why I didn't like seeing Peyton get caught up as your latest infatuation. You would have moved on eventually without a drop of care for what it did to him."

"I did move on," she says, carefully. There's something about the way he's phrased it that rubs her wrong. "He moved on, even before I did. Without a drop of care. You made sure of this." She chews her lip, processing what he's said. "What difference would if had made, if I had 'cared' for him?"

His phone screen darkens as he puts it away, voice turned into an angry hiss. "He deserves better! He actually liked you. 'Dany this' and 'Dany that'-- he sounded like he was twelve, discovering Emiliana all over again. And all you wanted was his dick."

His sudden anger is frightening. Still, it's more manageable than whatever mood that was he's been in before. "All he wanted was my body," Dany hisses back. "He didn't care about anything else. He didn't even care about my consent, for fuck's sake. And, he's married. He didn't deserve better. He just didn't deserve anything I ever gave him. He even handed me to you, to shove your fucking cock into me. What the fuck more did you want? For me to actually love him? Or for him to only have eyes for you?"

"Please," he rolls his eyes. "His marriage is as real as the tits Valerian's always going on about getting someday. What I want--" He breaks off to smile, as the steward passes down the aisle. "What I want," he resumes in a whisper, plastering on a smile again, "is for you to be forgotten so entirely that it's as if you never existed. But I'd settle for getting off this plane."

Dany laughs, sudden, harsh, almost broken. She doesn't bother putting up an act, just stares at Geoff plainly, waits for him to meet her gaze. "You wouldn't ever get that," she says then. "Whatever Peyton does or does not forget about me, the problem is yourself, Geoff. Because wherever I am, whatever you do to me, you, you will remember there was someone else in Peyton's life, someone he couldn't get enough of, even while he had you." The corners of her lips pull up, almost a grin, but it's too desperate. "Which means you always lose."

The armrest creaks under his grip. His grin is a macabre stretch of lips over teeth. "Have a pleasant flight, Ms Hammond. Wherever you're going after this, I hope you reach your destination safely."

He slips out of his seatbelt and grabs his jacket with clipped, angry force.

This time, when he passes her, he keeps his distance.

Dany doesn't turn around, when he passes her to go towards the back of the plane, just hears a whispered apology to someone else and the re-buckling of a seat belt.

He's in front of her, when they disembark, walking away from the plane, from her with long, determined strides. Dany pulls out her phone. She still has Peyton's number. She never even bothered to block him. She's pretty sure he didn't either.

*You're the one in danger, Peyton. You know he can't stop. And you're the centre of it all.*

*He'll kill you.*

*Take care.*

She puts the phone down and looks through the huge airport windows at the cloudy sky outside, before she adds,

*Or don't. I don't actually care.*

The messages are marked as read right away. He doesn't reply.

Just a few hundred meters away from her, Peyton Montgomery looks through the windows of his car, spotting the tall figure of his best friend stepping out of the airport doors.

A quick flick of his thumb deletes Dany's messages.

Geoff would never hurt him.

When Geoff gets into the car, Peyton's smile is as easy as ever.

#just a fling au #dany hammond #peyton montgomery #geoff cortlandt #noncon mention #thank you vic #for one of the most satisfying rp scenes #i ever did #and for this entire au #intimate whumper

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chopper-witch · 2 years

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Eddie Munson Masterlist

❤️‍🔥 = smut // 💖 = sfw, usually fluffy // 💔 = angst //🧸 = fluff // ☀️ = happy/satisfying ending

🪓 = putting HBO to shame in disturbing and heavy topics (number of axes to indicate level and descriptions of violence, potential noncon, drug abuse, abuse, etc. out of 5)

🛡 = heavy topics referenced but not directly discussed

Note: I try to never describe race, body type, gender (or assigned gender) etc unless explicitly stated prior! I want my fics to be inclusive.

FULL FICS

Ritual 777 - Jennifer’s Body/Cult AU (fem!reader x Eddie) ❤️‍🔥🪓🪓🪓🪓☀️

Dani California (Hargrove OC x Eddie) ❤️‍🔥🪓🪓🪓🪓🪓

MINI SERIES (5 parts or less)

Honeydew - modern/college!AU (gender-neutral!reader x Eddie) 💔 🧸☀️

forever fifteen (gn!reader x Eddie) (this is just sad tbf) 💔🪓🪓

ONE-SHOTS

1979 (afab!reader. Gender neutral. Pregnancy however) 🛡🧸☀️

DRABBLES

Perv!college!Eddie and nude model you ❤️‍🔥 (gn)

Modern!Eddie being cute online w his partner and shit 💖🧸 (gender neutral)

Modern!Eddie being cute online again but w a kid ideas 💖🧸 (gender neutral)

#Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson masterlist

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hilarychuff · 2 years

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ok just for the heck of it some sansa/jonsa au casting ideas that are very much up for discussion bc i haven’t figured them out enough on my own to hoard privately to make into one of my au graphics or i just probably never will make it into an au graphic but think it’s a fun idea

just dumping A BUNCH of them under the break (like basically everyone except those i am hoarding for later/have more concrete ideas about that i might actually execute in some way) enjoy this peek into my google docs xoxoxox

13 going on 30 Jenna - sansa Matty - jon Cat - margaery???? cersei???

Panic Heather - sansa (alayne) Lilly - robin Ray - jon Bishop - harry Natalie - myranda Dodge -

Panic Heather - arya Ray - gendry? Bishop - gendry? Natalie - sansa Dodge - jon Dodge’s sister - bran

Hocus pocus au max - jon Allison - sansa Dani - arya Thackery binx - aegon? (or brandon?) Emily binx - rhaenys? (or lyanna?) Winifred sanderson - cersei Mary sanderson - tyrion??? Lmao Sarah sanderson - jaime lmao

Big little lies Daenerys is Renata (or is Cersei Renata?? Would leave space for dany to be celeste) Margaery is Madeline Jeyne is Celeste?? Daenerys is Celeste?? Sansa is Jane?? Arya is bonnie??????

Timeless Sansa is the historian Jon is the military guy Ygritte is his dead ex Sam is the science guy Theon is the villain guy who later becomes the love interest

Dead to me Jen - arya (not cold but very firmly not warm, resting bitch face, might kill sansa but also might kill for sansa) Judy - sansa (bleeding heart, bad men, so much guilt, more than a little confessy when she’s wronged someone, potential to be kinda gay!) Ted - ???? Steve - harry hardyng? Littlefinger himself? Ramsay? Joffrey? Maybe joffrey works best? Ben - gendry (work if he’s joffrey’s “half-brother” or w/e)

Saved au Mary - sansa Cassandra - arya Roland - willas? Tyrion? Hilary Faye - Margaery? Cersei? Patrick - jon? Pastor skip - ned Mary-Louise Parker - catelyn Dean - loras? Theon? Mitch - renly? Robb? Tia - Veronica -

Don’t look under the bed Frances - sansa Darwin - bran after he falls/is pushed Albert - robb? Joann - jon with modifications so that he is a potential love interest at the end for sansa Larry - theon Zoe - margaery? Parents - ned and cat

Hunger games Katniss - jon tbh lmao Peeta - sansa Gale - ygritte? daenerys? Prim - arya? Or does it have to be bran/rickon since jon is a boy?? Maybe it’s not a boy/girl tribute thing maybe it’s just any two tributes Haymitch - tyrion? Dontos? Mance rayder? Wyman manderly? Thoughts to be thunk here with who would be in what district if we want to really get crazy Effie - varys lmfao???? Finnick - jaime lannister Johanna - daenerys? Ooooh but could be brienne if you leaned into it maybe President snow - mad king aerys? Beetee - tyrion? Rue - satin?

Grease Sandy - sansa Danny - jon Kenickie - tormund? Mance? Roger - sam Other greasers - pyp, grenn, etc Rizzo - ygritte Frenchy - gilly? Val? Idk ygritte for rizzo is really the only one that resonates i just love grease Fuck actually ygritte as the rizzo to sansa’s sandy is so good that this is worth giving some more thought The wall boys are such lil fucking nerds that they feel right for the delinquent greasers, too Although lbr jon is more of an alfalfa in the he-man woman haters’ club than he is a danny zucko Theon is more of a danny zucko but i don’t know if i want this for theonsa Anyway sansa’s whole family moved and robb is now doing athlete shit with whoever that athlete sandy briefly dates is (harry hardyng?) Is chacha val?????? Maybe arya falls in with the pink ladies first and then sansa gets sort of reluctantly dragged along Arya sings sandra dee at first and then when rizzo starts to join in she’s like wait only i get to make fun of sansa

Mama mia Meryl streep - sansa Pierce brosnan - jon Swedish guy - theon Colin firth - loras tyrell Christine baranski - margaery tyrell Other friend - jeyne poole LMFAO catelyn as cher i just cackled why is that so funny even though it doesn’t make sense

Harry Potter Sirius - jon James - Robb Lily - Jeyne westerling (except is she maybe more of a james figure politically) Petunia (but nice) - sansa Peter - theon Remus - samwell Tarly Vernon (but just dating) - Harry Hardyng Madame hooch - arya Weasleys - sam and gilly

New girl Jess - sansa Cece - margaery Nick - jon Schmidt - robb Winston - theon

10th kingdom Virginia - sansa The wolf - jon Jon larroquette - ned

Goodbye earl Maryanne - sansa Wanda - jeyne Earl - ramsay

Bring it on (for the gays) Torrance - sansa Torrance’s lil brother - arya Big red - margaery // cersei? The clovers - the sand snakes Missy - mya stone? // margaery? Cliff - gendry // willas/loras? Aaron - daenerys

Teenage bounty hunters Sterling - sansa Blair - arya Debbie - cat Dana - lysa Bowser - the hound?

Buffy the vampire slayer Buffy - arya Cordelia - sansa Willow - bran Xander - jon Angel - gendry Amy - jojen (or is jojen tara?) Dawn - rickon (robb is already away at college?)

#sansa stark #jonsa #sansa stark au #jonsa au #asoiaf au

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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Imagine Stepbro!Regulus railing you because he doesn’t want you to leave him like Sirius 😵‍💫

-🧞‍♀️

“just gotta keep my baby close- gonna make sure my cock is fucking imprinted on your mind” FUCK

#dark.daniela #stepbrother!regulus #discussing aus w dani

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 3 years

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Can we do some more Dreadwing and Blades? But in the setting of doting decepticon duties? Just something super sweet? Maybe some flirting?

Absolutely?? Been a while since we've delved into that au, I'm surprised some of you guys remember it!

(Au is based off my fic, 'doting decepticon duties', in case anyone is curious. Essentially Dreadwing was revived and brought into the rescue bots team- more details in the fic itself)

"Team meeting, everyone."

"Right away, Chief."

Dreadwing, like a mother duck, guided the rest of the team into the conference room, letting them walk behind him in a neat little row. Dreadwing opened the door to the conference room, keeping it opened for Blades, and gesturing him through.

"You first, Blades."

Dreadwing has done this a million times over, but it STILL made Blades' face erupt in blush. Blurr, from third in line, raised his voice so he could be heard.

"Why does BLADES always go first?!"

"Rules of war states that medical professionals are given priority. Plus, he's a small, and if he goes last, his rotary blades won't tuck in properly."

Blades stuck his glossa out at Blurr before he helped himself to his seat. Once everyone else flooded in, Dreadwing finally shut the door, taking his favorite seat (which Blades ALWAYS seemed to sit right next to). Chief stood on the little podium in the front of the room.

"Everyone settled? Good. Now, we need to discuss team rotations for this week, given that we've had some...issues, apparently."

Blurr sat up a bit, huffing.

"Dreadwing keeps treating me like a sparkling! Literally he asked me if I needed 'upsies' after I tripped yesterday!"

"One, It was my way of asking if you need assistance. Two, you're a lot like my brother, so proud and fickle. Three, you have something on your cheek, come here-"

"STOP DOING THAT!"

Blurr swatted his hands away, knowing he was going to try to use his spit covered finger to wipe a fleck of dirt from his face. Dreadwing got along with the team, but he was...quirky, in a way, with the younger mechs. Blurr was treated much like a younger brother, and he found the affection just insufferable. Chief sighed.

"Fine, fine. We'll get you new partners. Normally I'd say work together, but its tourist week, so I need teams I KNOW can function together. I need an eye on the flood coming in, so Dreadwing, you DO need an extra set of optics. Alongside Blurr, I don't want him unattended."

Blades lifted his hand up meekly.

"I'll...be Dreadwing's buddy."

Chief looked over his list.

"You're usually with Dani."

"Dani can go with Blurr. They get along, and she yells at me listen to her all the time, she's perfect for the job."

Dreadwing put a hand on his chest, trying to convey sincerity.

"Blades, I'd be honored to have you as a partner. Truly."

Blades let out a nervous, high pitched sort of laugh, twiddling with his servos.

"I mean it's not like. That big of a deal r-oh Primus."

Dreadwing held onto one of his hand in his own, sandwitching it between his own claws.

"To me, it is. I understand you and Dani have a tight bond, and for you to offer to separate that for my sake, even temporarily, it warms my spark."

Dreadwing never understood why Blades struggled to meet his optics sometimes. And his face being so flushed- clearly this mech needed to see a medic of some kind. Blurr groaned loudly.

"Fine, whatever, I'll take Dani while these two are canoodling."

Chase leaned in a bit towards Blades, brow raised.

"ARE you two canoodling? Because it COULD technically fall into public indecency-"

Blades damn near jumped, tearing his hands away and holding them up, as if he had been caught.

"W-what? No! None of that at all! Not with me and Dreadwing haha that's just so funny-"

Dreadwing peered past him, scowling.

"If you're going to treat Blades as a buymech, I will NO longer be a part of this meeting, Chase."

Heatwave stepped in. Chase and Dreadwing got along alright, but sometimes Chase would say something that'd get under his hide, even if it was well intended.

"He's not saying that, Dreadwing. He makes EVERYTHING into a rule. Let's just wrap this up, get out of here and into our new patrols, alright?"

Dreadwing nodded, leaning back into his seat.

"Heatwave makes a valid point. Please, let us proceed. Supposing you're comfortable with that, Blades."

Dreadwing got a nod from Blades, and that was all he needed. Dreadwing always did take care of Blades, a little more than the other's. He didn't remind him of his brother, so that wasn't why. He supposed, as he sat there and thought about it, it was because he liked him. It was that simple. He was so sweet, so small, so kind. A bit skittish, but brave when it was demanded of him. Dreadwing...was quite fond of his partner, suffice to say.

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"So this is...an Elvis impersonator. He was the singer right? The grateful one?"

"Grateful one?"

"Yes, he says 'thank you very much', right?"

Blades laughed. The delivery from his mouth was so awful, it was cute.

"Yes! Hey, you've been learning!"

Blades was up on a hill with Dreadwing, looking down at the crowd below them. He was watching the crowd circle the stage, just in case anything happened. Though he couldn't focus on the crowd too much, not when Dreadwing was right here with him. Dreadwing nodded, clearly trying not to look too proud.

"I have been doing research. I wanted to surprise you."

"I'm...kinda surprised in general. Just me, and you, listening to the king himself. Well, closest we can get anyway."

"Well you, me, and the thousands under our watch, but yes, suppose this moment is rather special."

Blades couldn't stop screaming internally. This was like a date. WAS this a date? Should he ask? Should he already be knowing-

"Blades?"

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. Sorry, lost in thought. What were saying?”

“I was saying, I enjoy me and you being here. You’ve shown me a LOT since I’ve been on earth. While it is a place that holds not so fond memories...it’s because of bots like you, that I recall that there is some good. It made me think; I should show you my home.”

“Caminus?”

Dreadwing nodded.

“Yes. I moved from that planet for work reasons, but I do recall that it had many sights. It’s a cold planet, and while most Cybertronians would complain about how we lack many resources as them, I feel like you’d appreciate it. Er, I’m sorry, I’m not being too presumptuous.”

Dreadwing turned his gaze from him, scratching the side of his face in a rare moment of bashfulness. Blades nudged him with his shoulder, smiling once he caught his gaze back.

“No no no! I mean, we don’t exactly GET vacations, being rescue bots, but...I’m sure we could sneak off sometime.”

Dreadwing chuckled, reaching his arm around to squeeze his servo.

“You would do something so scandalous, for me?”

He HATED how Dreadwing did that. One second he was so soft and in need of affection and reassurance, then the next he was this big, decepticon baddy that made him feel...things. Things that if it got out, Chase would write him up for...something or another. Blades shrunk a bit, giving off that stupid laugh that Dreadwing always made him make.

“i-i mean, it’s not t-that bad, is it?”

“You ask Chase? It’s horrendous. You ask Blurr, it’s expected. What isn’t expected...is why you do that?”

“Do what?”

“You stammer. You get hot in the face, you avert your gaze from me. Blades, be honest with me. Are you...slight frightened of me, given that I was a decepticon? I will not hold it against you, even Heatwave holds some deep rooted-”

“You listen to me right now, Dreadwing,”

He had his hand on his hip now, with his servo digging into his big bust.

“I'm not scared of you because you’re a decepticon, and it’s not fair that for some reason you don’t think you belong! You’re big, and strong, you’re kind, this team NEEDS you, I need you, I-”

He was silenced when Dreadwing suddenly took a firm hold of his hand. He bowed down low, placing his servo on his forehead. It was a weird, grand display, and it

“Blades?”

“W-what?”

“If you’re telling the truth, and you aren’t afraid of me...then may I have this dance? I know you like this one. It's...uhm...'can't help falling in love', right?"

"You're right. But uhm...I don't even know how to dance to this-"

"I'll teach you. If you'd let me."

Blades took a second to think. Was this him just being the sort of 'older brother' figure...or was this something more? Something special? He should say no. Not get his hopes up.

"Can't teach me from the floor, can you?"

"I suppose not."

Dreadwing chuckled, getting up to his pedes, and holding onto his hand. His other hand wrapped around his wrist, the other hand placed at his hip. His touch was sharp, warm. It was like being protected by a predator.

"Uhm...s-so what do we do?"

"Follow my steps. Hand up, like that, I'll lead. I step back, you step forward. I step to the side...yes, you need to make a box shape. Perfect! My you pick up on this fast, don't you? Clever little copter, you are~"

Blades, a bit flustered by that big, toothy smirk, suddenly found himself burying his face in his shoulder. How he managed to not look at his steps and somehow manage to keep up the pace, was nothing short of a gay miracle.

"I'm...shut up."

He heard that dumb, deep chuckle of Dreadwing's, and he swore it was enough to put him in stasis.

"I think I know what might help you. What if I sang this song for you? I know some of the lyrics. Wise, men, say...only fools, rush in. But I can't help, falling in love with you. Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things, were meant to..."

He seemed to stop once Blades finally looked up at him. Blades couldn't stand it. They had been pussy footing around each other all night. So close, yet both so scared to make a move. Well Blades was tired of it. He was gonna do something. He had been pining for this big bot since day one, he was FINALLY going to do something. He lifted his helm up, clearly trying to kiss him. Damn decepticons and their height-

"Woah!"

Dreadwing suddenly scooped him up in his arms, bringing him closer to his face.

"You were standing on your pedes. I...assume this is easier for..."

He knew it. They both did. Blades cupped his face in his hands. So large, so imposing...Blades wanted everything of his.

"For this."

He pulled himself right to his lips, but before he could make contact, their coms suddenly went off.

"Blades, Dreadwing. Shift change, need you guys back at base."

Blurr. Dreadwing cleared his intake as he put Blades down.

"I...don't suppose you'd like to watch cupcake hoarders once we're home?"

It wasn't a magical kiss with some possible fragging, but it was SOMETHING. Blades grinned, grabbing his hand and giving him a light tug.

"Only if you bring snacks! And the rust sticks, the-"

"The blue ones. I remember. You first, I'll follow right behind you."

"PLEASE watch my rear, Dreadwing~"

"Pardon?"

"NOTHING LETS GO-"

#asks #Blades #Dreadwing #Doting decepticon duties #blades and Dreadwing keep trying SO hard to like #be together #but their so nervous jfc #Dreadwing thinks hes too old and blades is scared that Dreadwing is like too hot and sexy for him #and once Dreadwing went to bed #blades absolutely yeeted his pillow at blurr and calling him a cockblock #DOTING DECEMBER DUTIES BLADES IS SWOONING SO HARD JFC

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well, december’s flown by, so this means...another unasked for list of things i’ve watched, recommendations, etc. one day, i might stop doing these, but i seem to have no shame, so here’s stuff i’ve consumed in the final month (!) of 2021.

kdrama:

hotel del luna

you know. ....i went into this kdrama not having very high expectations? i watched the first episode in 2019 back when it was airing, but i couldn’t find myself wanting to continue it, even though i adored iu’s acting in my mister. well, nearly two years later, i decided to give this kdrama another shot because i mostly missed yeo jin goo’s face, and i also wanted to see him in what i thought would be a lighter role.

basically...i fell in love with this show. yes, i still think ep 1 was kinda slow, but ep 2 onwards? i was in love with the general themes in healing, letting go of past pains, finding new love, etc...there were just so many of those overlapping themes that made me cry a little. basically, this show is about man wol (iu), a thousands of years old woman who owns a hotel for ghosts. when she brings in a new hotel manager gu chan seong (yeo jin goo), everything becomes much more complicated.

this show was just. as i’ve mentioned, so lovely? it really delivered on visual aesthetics, the plot, the characters...all of whom i absolutely fell in love with. this show also really reminded me why i loved kdramas that kinda bordered on fantasy in the first place (like w: two worlds, while you were sleeping...things are just nice with a touch of magic). it also just came at the right time for me--and i think after watching mostly dark kdramas in the last few months, watching a show that was mostly healing really made me feel :’))

because this is my first life

you know when you watch like. the first 10 minutes of a show and already know you’re going to love it? that’s what i felt when i started watching because this is my first life.

this is a story about two strangers ji ho (jung so min) and sae hee (lee min ki), who get married for the sake of affordable housing. don’t be fooled by the pastel palette and the softly detailed camerawork--there’s quite a lot of hard-hitting moments in this show, and it definitely goes into heavier themes, particularly regarding the way misogyny affects women in present day. there’s also a lot of discussion about what it means to have a dream for a young woman in the 21st century...and what it means to be in your thirties or entering your thirties, as well as what it really means to be married (because...what does marriage really mean?).

i didn’t really expect myself to cry and laugh as much as i did watching this show. i found myself getting quickly sucked into the show after the ending of the first episode, and then each episode just kept leaving me with lovely life lessons and phrases that i’ve decided to carry around with me. this truly is a special show, and i’m very glad i watched it, and i think if you really need something to quietly brighten your day, then you should give this a watch.

tv:

the haunting of bly manor

okay...so i watched this i think relatively soon after it came out, but i gave this another watch on my first day of break, and . .. ..you know when you already know how something bad is going to happen, but you’re wierdly pulled into it because you want to see people fight against whatever fate they have in store for them? that was kind of my experience rewatching haunting, although i suppose i can say that for most things i’ve rewatched. it hit me especially hard this time around though.

i feel like most people know about this show, but on the off-chance someone doesn’t: an american woman named dani moves to england and becomes an au pair for the wingrave children in the manor of bly.

i won’t go much more into that, but. . .come for the ghosts + the spooky feelings, but stay for the found family, the lovely (canon!) wlw relationship, and also . . . the idea that love stories and ghost stories are the same thing. truly a magnificent show, so much to unpack about loss and love and healing and breaking years and years of hurt. a gem of a show.

arcane

so...i’ve never played nor will i ever play league of legends, but i gave this show a watch mostly because during the last leg of midterms season, my friend wouldn’t stop making distressed noises while watching this show. despite not really being excited for this show (i’ve had secondhand experience in witnessing the notorious toxicity of the league community), i was incredibly sucked into this series after the second episode. i still know nothing about league, but the world in this show is pretty interesting + very comprehensive + easy to follow along, even without any background knowledge of the game.

but anyways: this show mostly follows the two sisters vi and powder/jinx, who, after a tragic rescue mission gone wrong, are forced to go in separate paths. but the bigger picture of the show is this incredible tension between the “topsiders” (well-off people, high tech, etc) and the undercity, run by crime lord silco. there’s a classic in-world political struggle as well as personal sibling struggles, and it all balances itself out neatly into a very compelling series. for a second, i was even tempted to play league...although no worries, i still won’t touch that video game within a ten foot pole.

ofc, this show isn’t entirely perfect: there were some parts of the show that made me pause and kinda wish they went about certain things in a better way, but overall! i super enjoyed it, and i can’t wait for a second season because there is no way the show ends like that.

movies:

empire of lust

y’know, i heard mixed reviews of this movie, and i think after watching this movie, i can mostly agree that it is very much...a mixed review kind of movie. that said, the entire cast was incredibly strong, and i felt for our leads immediately (i mean. it’s shin ha kyun. you know he’s going to bring his a-game. and also kang ha na. i’m not familiar with her other works but i just knew from the first minute she was on screen that she was going to get everyone’s attention). basically, this movie’s about this esteemed commander kim min jae (shin ha kyun) who’s kinda known as this important lord’s right hand man/a favorite of the king. he’s kinda miserable tbh, because even despite the honors and titles, he’s still basically under the thumb of those in power.

then he meets ga hee (kang ha na), whom he very quickly falls in love with. she becomes his consort, only, unbeknownst to min jae, she has some plans of her own. what follows is a pretty interesting revenge story, and while i really adored her character, i kinda wish the development was more. . .thorough? again, this is mostly a pacing issue.

that said though, i overall enjoyed the movie! i think this is a film i could see myself maybe watching again one day if i just want to watch a movie with nice aesthetic shots of joseon korea. . .but that said, um. this movie is rated r, so content warnings for sex, rape, and a bit of blood.

big match

don’t be fooled by the dark screencap i used: this was actually one of the silliest movies i’ve watched in a good long while, but silly in a good way! basically, this movie follows a pro wrestler choi ik ho (lee jung jae), who is suddenly forced to take part in some kind of game in order to save his older brother (lee sung min). the mastermind? an eccentric dude named ace (shin ha kyun), who gleefully makes the game harder and harder for ik ho.

tbh. . .i don’t know what to say except it was fun! i don’t think i’ll watch it again unless i want to see shin ha kyun play something much more lighthearted (because. this was probably one of his most lighthearted roles it’s so weird to think this man can play a character like ace and also a character like min jae or dong sik or joo sang this man really knows how to act). i found some of the scenes rather funny, but overall it felt pretty fresh! lots of action too, very interesting camerawork + outrageous stunts if that’s your cup of tea. overall, i didn’t dislike it--i guess action comedy isn’t exactly my favorite genre, but i enjoyed the acting and the laughs, because i was in a funny sad mood when i started watching this (and then started laughing a lot once the movie started).

the lovely bones

this is one of those movies that i really wish was better than it was pitched to me. or at least, i wish people warned me of how i might dislike some parts of it, because i really disliked some parts of it. that said though, i did overall like the majority of this movie, which is about a 14 year old girl who gets murdered + tries to put together the pieces from the “in between”.

this is a really…beautifully crafted movie in that the visuals and the movie were all fantastic. acting was also fantastic! i wasn’t the biggest fan of the heavy voiceovers, but that’s a me thing. i also wasn’t the biggest fan of a lot of other elements, all of which i’ll leave vague because i feel like this is a movie you really don’t want to be spoiled about…but like. anyways. overall, do i recommend it? mm…maybe. maybe. i think it’s a fantastic example of healing + visual storytelling, but i feel like i might hesitate in suggesting this to anyone. if anything, i feel like i would be quicker to recommend shows like hotel del luna or beyond evil if anyone wants a “murder + closure” related story (hotel del luna if you want something supernatural, beyond evil for something more about the effects of murder on a family)…but that’s just me.

little forest

what a genuinely sweet movie! like, genuinely…a sweet slice-of-life movie about coming back home to get some sense of yourself. this movie is based off the japanese manga of the same title, and i believe it was also turned into a japanese movie as well—this is the korean adaptation. i haven’t watched the japanese film yet, but i want to now, just because this film was so good.

but anyways, about this movie…it follows a young woman named hae won (kim tae ri) coming back home to the countryside where she grew up. she just. farms and makes food and tries to gain some sense of self again, and it’s such a good movie. she’s such a lovely character, and the story is really simple but sweet, and the camerawork is fantastic, and the food in this movie is so. . .(well. don’t watch this movie at 1 am, otherwise your stomach will wake up before the rest of you.)

anyways…i adore this movie, and i think it might be one of my favorites watched this year! highly recommend—it’s available on viki and tubi for free!

inseperable bros

i was at first hesitant to watch this movie, mostly because i’m always hesitant about movies that discuss disability issues, but i found this movie actually much better than i thought it would? granted, shin ha kyun and lee kwang soo aren’t disabled themselves (as is the case with so many movies about disabilities), but it seems like both actors were incredibly self-conscious about not wanting to cross a line in their own portrayal of their characters. (especially so because this is based on a true story.)

but anyways--this movie definitely had bright moments, as well as incredibly heavy moments. it follows the story of two disabled men--se ha (shin ha kyun), who’s been paralyzed since the age of 2, and dong gu (lee kwang soo), who’s developmentally disabled and so has the mental age of 5. they’ve been close friends since very young, as they grew up in the same charity home--and now as adults, they’re trying to live as independents (as the government can no longer fund for their care).

i think something i really loved about this movie was just like. themes about found family. your family isn’t necessarily who you’re born with, but instead the people who care and love you through thick and thin. it’s an old story, but it’s still a good one, and that jumps out so hard in this movie in particular. as such, i enjoyed that aspect of the movie--and while i agree the representation probably isn’t 100% perfect, i do think it’s been much more thoughtfully made + adds a lot more nuance and understanding to the problems disabled people face, particularly in south korea.

mr. perfect

i cried like 3 times watching this movie. three times. towards the end, i cried so hard that my brother literally came into my room thinking that something was wrong--but no! it was just me! and this movie! making me bawl! like! a! baby! like! when i tell you i was literally clutching my chest and sobbing . . . besties this movie made me clutch my chest like a fuckign drama queen--

but anyways. i still recommend this movie, even if it made me cry so many tears. (seriously. watch it. i need someone to understand why i’m bawling in my room. i’ll even dm you a link.)

essentially, this movie is about baek se jin (yoon shi yoon), a pro golfer who, after a pretty horrific accident, winds up moving to an island as a teacher. due to the accident, he no longer speaks (trauma~), and he’s, as you would expect, pretty resistant to becoming a teacher at first. but as one does, he winds up getting attached to the kids in this run-down school, and the movie takes off from there. he forms specially a bond with byung joo (yeo jin goo), the quiet kid with an alcoholic dad. and it’s just. . .this whole movie. man. them. i could write a whole essay about byung joo and se jin’s relationship because they were the ones who made me sob the most--

i sobbed like a little baby. i have mixed feelings about the ending, but overall, i’m very happy i watched it. it’s such a lovely film with so many little details that i could ramble on about (literally this movie said, let me pack so many fucking parallels and make the audience cry their little eyes out). it’s sweet, it’s warm, and it’ll break your heart, but just. . .everyone’s performance was so moving and anyways i think this was perhaps my favorite movie i watched this month, and i haven’t quite felt this much about a movie since watching hwayi last month, and hwayi made me feel so many things for so long. so!!! if you have like.. . . 2 hours to kill, i def. rec you watch this!!!! (then come find me. we can cry about it together.)

#caroline recs #i watched so many things this month #like. SO MANY THINGS--

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exes au part 11

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obsetress: i'm about to fully fall asleep but i have been thinking about exes au danvi and like the isabel of it all and dani dating a single mom and how just like

obsetress: vi is so protective of isabel and as much as she loves dani like

obsetress: she took SO LONG before introducing her and then like

obsetress: when they broke up dani left and dani wasnt in isabels life anymore and dani was so good for isabel and viola just feels so fuckin shitty and blames herself and

obsetress: but i'm also thinkin bout soft fluffy stuff too like how much dani loves isabel and how much vi loves watching isabel w dani and

em: hey hannah what the fuck

obsetress: isabel has a nightmare one night and goes to her mom's room and dani's there too and she just curls up between them

em: do you think when they finally reconnected dani was like hey um. does isabel remember me. would it be weird if

obsetress: FUCK

obsetress: this absolutely happens

em: viola is VERY apprehensive at first

obsetress: god yeah esp after getting so hurt by it but

obsetress: viola sure cannot say no to dani!

em: i love some dani with kids tho

em: maybe too soft but do u think for at least a couple years dani would like. send isabel a bday card

em: like dead air otherwise

em: hmm idk i am chewing that one over more

obsetress: god it's hard i think dani wants to but she doesn't

obsetress: i could see dani writing them and holding onto them

em: oh that’s even worse

obsetress: even tho she really doesnt think she'll ever talk to vi again

em: what a soft and depressing thought. thank u. i resent u.

obsetress: yeah it hurts!

obsetress: but then she does! and she gives them all to isabel when she's older maybe

em: hold on i’m gonna bawl

em: sometimes my parents will be like um. do u remember this person and i’m like uh i don’t remember people i worked w two years ago let alone

em: but i think isabel does

em: i will be thinking about this all afternoon bestie have a wonderful slumber

[em note: em yells in hannahs DMs while she's asleep dot png]

em: no um. mate im still furious about the isabel of it all wtf

em: thinking about um. like ok i dont wanna use isabel as a prop but this is certainly one of those times where

em: violas been hurt before and viola's hurt other people before because she's deeply troubled and i feel like that would be one of the first times she sorta. sure she licks her wounds and feels miserable for herself but its also like uh

em: really sobering to realise This Hurts Isabel Too

em: because yknow violas very gatekeep gaslight girlboss i think shes got a strong enough sense of self that nothing really shakes that. maybe even to a deluded degree. i dont think she goes to therapy because shes like wow im fucked up i gotta get help, she's more like

em: shes really driven by her love for isabel!! gestures WILDLY

em: realised this is an au where parents get therapy and dont pass their traumas onto their kids and i want OFF this WILD RIDE im so tired of discovering things about myself through the realm of fiction

obsetress: yeah same i kept thinking about it too alfkadlsfkjdasf

obsetress: i want to reply to every single line of the isabel thing but i'm not gonna do that so let me just say: YEAH

obsetress: like isabel is her cornerstone full stop everything comes down to isabel

em: dani's probably so nervous reconnecting w isabel again. absolutely spinning her lil wheels

em: they set up a lil date and time and dani's doing her gay nervous babble abt if isabel even remembers her or god forbid resents her n jamies like...

em: im pursing my lips as i draw a line on the whiteboard between jamie's whole childhood and isabels and shaking my head Goddamn It

em: jamie lets dani babble it out n pauses and reflects on what she's saying n then jamie's like. the fact ur nervous means u care. n kids are v good at picking up when ppl care. you'll be alright.

obsetress: god yeah this bit i can just. hear it

obsetress: it's so visceral

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em: viola

obsetress: god my favorite taurus hedonist

[em note: hannah yells in em's DMs while em is asleep dot png]

obsetress: god fuck what was i thinking about isabel this morning like

obsetress: that's what i get for daydreamin between snoozes and not writing it down alas

obsetress: but just like how excited isabel is to see dani again when she does and also like, isabel and rebecca

obsetress: then i started thinking about

obsetress: rebecca and vi getting married and vi's always like i'm not gonna get married again it's bullshit and rebecca's like it's not for me but then they just

obsetress: like they live together and they share everything and rebecca looks out for isabel just as much and they get to a point and it's like

obsetress: oh. oh

obsetress: like they're both like it's the logical thing to do. it's logical and it's safe and we should have this extra layer of protection but also it's like

obsetress: they find themselves more and more excited a lil you know? and just thinking about how isabel's there and how excited isabel is and

obsetress: but god yeah what i was thinking about this morning like. one day vi has to tell isabel dani's not gonna be coming around anymore and like

obsetress: isabel doesn't really understand and she's so sad and then vi feels even shittier

obsetress: and she's like "we'll be okay. it's you and me, remember? moving mountains"

obsetress: "you me us, right?"

obsetress: the first time rebecca meets her she brings her a book as a gift and is like "this was one of my favorites" and

obsetress: OH I REMEMBERED

obsetress: so like when dani sees isabel again finally (and yknow as nervous as dani was vi was even more on edge because it's so inconsistent and is she gonna understand yknow? and the two of them just spiral––which is also another thing about the two of them in a relationship! i think they push each other down spirals)

obsetress: jamie's there too and dani's like "this is... this is, uh, jamie" and it's like you said jamie isabel parallels and so jamie's like a lil tender

obsetress: spoiler: isabel and jamie end up bonding the most

obsetress: jamie's like running around with isabel on her shoulders and then showing her all these plants and taking her to gardens and

obsetress: another tentative jamie vi alliance

em: isabel mikey hangout When

obsetress: isabel mikey hangout!

obsetress: they're hanging with isabel and she and jamie have a very spirited discussion where isabel's like "i wanna be a princess" and dani's like "why not a knight?" and jamie's like "why not opt out of the feudalistic hierarchy entirely and ditch the kingdom for the high seas?" and convinces isabel to go full pirate

obsetress: and then isabel kinda passes out with her head in jamie's lap and jamie's just kinda idly playing with her hair (vi is already like "am i... attracted to jamie in this moment?")

obsetress: and jamie's like "y'know, i should bring mikey round next time isabel's here" and viola's like "......who?" and jamie's like "my little brother? mikey?" and viola's like "right.... right"

obsetress: cut to later, when dani and jamie have retired to vi and becca's guest room: "since when does jamie have a little brother?" "she always has, babe"

em: kinda obsessed w like. violas love for isabel means her wires get crossed when the surly gardener is Good With Kids

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: mikey and isabel immediately hit it off i think

obsetress: a bit of an odd couple because i think isabel is definitely, like, her mother's daughter and mikey is............. mikey

obsetress: but i think they meet in the middle and help each other grow and play pirates together

em: viola is like. of course mikey and isabel will get along. isabel is wonderful. but jamie is quietly Sweating about the whole thing

em: so damvibecca are having their afternoon tea and their little cakes and jamie is Quietly sweating and she’s like ‘quiet is good, right? like they’re not tryna k-‘ and then there’s the sound of two 8 year olds (idk how old they are tbh) YELLING as they chase each other down the hall w wrapping paper tubes

obsetress: nervous babbling dani x quietly sweating jamie, an otp

em: isabel has gotten into the make up n given them both black eyes n scars and moustaches n everyone’s like oh no how’s viola gonna feel about this but viola is DELIGHTED

obsetress: dani's like "chill you all she's gonna––" and then viola is getting up and asking them to do her face too

em: made a parrot outta a sock and newspaper

obsetress: viola playing pirates w isabel and mikey

em: kids w their endless creativity n absolute disregard for personal property is truly a thing of dreams

obsetress: mikey gives her a paper tube and she disarms isabel, takes hers, and offers it very seriously to jamie

em: cuteeee

obsetress: rebecca's giving dani a look and dani is completely unfazed and reaching for another tea cake

em: absolutely unflappable dani clayton

em: dani and rebecca sharing a Look like hey have you ever seen her this gleeful

obsetress: there is something very tasty about jamie taylor having a direct hand in making viola so gleeful

em: takes a village!

obsetress: when viola's two big loves are sitting five feet away from them both

em: everyone changes everyone for the better

em: fucken soft ass chat over here

obsetress: everyone changes everyone for the better

obsetress: soft as hell

em: thesis statement everyone likes each other so much (jamie pretends she doesn’t)

obsetress: (jamie pretends she doesn't) (jamie might like everyone the most)

obsetress: viola registers mikey for isabel's school n pays full tuition

em: oh my god

obsetress: jamie is horrified and refuses to accept it and viola waves a hand and is like "too late, deposit's non-refundable"

em: (they carpool)

obsetress: PLEASE

obsetress: oh god and like

obsetress: flora and miles go there too

obsetress: full circle complete

em: broke: highschool au woke: guardians of primary schoolers au

obsetress: dani jamie in bed jamie's like "you don't...... think it's weird?" "hmm?" "mikey going to.... school with our boss' kids?" "why would that be weird" "i dunno" "he also goes to school with my ex's kid" "he's best friends with your ex's kid" "and that's not weird, is it?" (grumbles) "not anymore" "so why would this be?"

em: jamie’s ribbing mikey for his silly tie and straw hat but she teaches him how to tie a tie and also she keeps crying for some reason???

obsetress: oh fuck

em: mikey: can’t i just get a fake tie >:/

jamie: no because when u have a real tie you can leave it untied a little as an act of rebellion

obsetress: god it's jamie crying for me

em: i love that big baby

obsetress: so much!

em: jamies like idk what’s gotten into me i never cry n danis like. raises one eye brow and mentally checks off all the times jamie has absolutely bawled watching a movie

em: not even a sad movie

em: dani plays along

em: maybe ur getting soft in ur old age jamie

obsetress: jamie i cry three four times a day five if i'm being honest taylor

em: thinking about their weekly weekend lunch w damvibecca and hannah and owen and miles and flora and

obsetress: dfjsldkfjslfslfj

obsetress: god big found family

obsetress: you know viola doesn't like

obsetress: dani and jamie respectfully toe around whatever the fuck owen and hannah have going on but viola just does not suffer it. she's so blunt to them

em: big viola grin and all ‘owen, hannah, i assume you will be each other’s dates?’ (owen chokes on his tiny egg sandwich)

em: hannah grose is serene and unreadable as she dabs a bit off yolk off owens moustache

em: maybe even a bit pleased

obsetress: everyone is always so tense when viola and hannah get together because neither of them take shit yknow

obsetress: and everyone's like "which way is this gonna go"

em: god. peak snarky broads

obsetress: but usually they end up good. two apex predators where one is a lil vicious but the other is so confident in its status that it just chills

em: they have the Best gossip

obsetress: would love to sit in and listen as they drink tea and gossip tbh

em: viola presses owen on hannah and he goes red and viola presses hannah on owen and she does a little wouldnt-you-like-to-know into her tea

em: viola nee willoughby and hannah grose friendship is. truly something i never knew i needed until now

em: they’re both just that lil bit older than the rest of the gang too

obsetress: an important coalition

obsetress: hannah grose! hannah looking out for rebecca and that's the couple times she gets a lil testy w vi

obsetress: mikey and isabel besties but flora and mikey get along really well and isabel and miles do too i think

em: the sheer chaos of a taylor-lloyd-windgrave story time

obsetress: LDKFjKLSDJF HELP

obsetress: taylor lloyd wingrave story time

obsetress: jamie suddenly very invested in story time

obsetress: dani's like "i know this is the first time you've actually cared about story time, babe, so let me give you some pointers"

em: i was just in my head thinking fondly about like. jamie is a drop out and plays a lil dumb sometimes for fun but also prolly reads a lot especially to mikey and now i’m like. wait i’m talking to Ms Floras Two Moms herself

em: idk if i had that headcanon before i read she taught me a lesson alright but yknow what! doesn’t matter it’s a beautiful one

obsetress: thank youuuu i love it a lot

obsetress: jamie big reader is generally one of my fave headcanons tbh i'm glad it seems to be widely accepted. can't even explain why it's just nice

em: sometimes i will talk 2 ppl about my passionate drop out jamie taylor belief n then they’re like but she’s smart (it’s only happened a couple times hahsj) and i’m like these aren’t mutually exclusive!! this is my very biased experience but my friends who do manual labor for a living seem to read so much more than my friends who don’t

em: your brain wants to chew over things while the hands are workin i reckon

obsetress: yes yes yes yes yes

obsetress: i think that's also like (sighs heavily)

obsetress: symptomatic of hegemonic perceptions of the working class

em: i love when u sigh heavily it’s always a fun take

obsetress: i think jamie is v clever and reflective and like if there's one thing i've learned getting older it's

obsetress: smart doesn't matter i think the most insightful most thoughtful people are the most reflective ones

obsetress: like none of it fuckin matters just be a nice person

#in which hannah says hegemonic perceptions of the working class and i pretend its foreshadowing vampire au #the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #LONG one its like #2500 words which is #yknow! some pages #idk what counts as long all writing is witchcraft to meajhfjbnk #ik i should be pacing these a lil better but #i just wanna get up to vibeccas wedding im IMPATIENT

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WHG: Prompt 3 - The Last Visit

Also known as I love both of their brothers. Who knew a Hunger Games AU would be what it took for me to actually learn more about their families?

I accidentally included prompt 2 in my thing for prompt 1 that’s why it seems like it skips. Oops. @ratracechronicler hope you’re ready for the emotions in this one.

Sophia Grader

The room was cold and unbearably quiet. Sophia cursed the unsteady sound of her own breathing as she waited in the endless silence. Her mind raced faster than her heart. She had to come up with a way to survive.

The door clicked open slowly, and Sophia heard her mother thank someone. “Sophia,” her mother’s voice sounded solid after the silence. She didn’t sound scared. “Sophia, love, you’re alright.” It wasn’t a question.

“Soph, you can’t just die, okay?” Marc pleaded, running to throw his arms around her shoulders. “You have to fight. Please.”

“I refuse to have a child’s blood on my hands.” Sophia shuddered at the thought. She was only 16, only a child herself.

“Then hide,” Marc’s voice was nearly an octave higher than usual, “do something, anything. I can’t stand to watch you die without trying.”

“Her death can have a purpose.” Sophia gasped at the new voice.

“Rebecca,” Sophia said breathlessly, “you came.”

“Of course I did, I’m your older sister.” Rebecca ruffled Sophia’s short blond hair. Then paused. “You know what we’ve talked about.”

“The Games are violence without reason,” Sophia nodded, “but the right actions can give it meaning.”

“You are not sacrificing yourself dramatically to serve some ridiculous purpose,” Sophia’s mother protested. Sophia heard her smack Rebecca’s arm. “Don’t follow your father down those lines of thought. This is just how it is.”

The room fell silent for a moment. Sophia felt sobs start to catch in the back of her throat. “I don’t want to die,” she whimpered.

“Then don’t,” her mother responded simply, pressing something into Sophia’s hand. She felt the cool metal gently. One side was smooth, the other was rough. It had been her father’s, her grandfather’s before that.

“I thought this was lost when Dad disappeared.” Sophia turned the metal disc in her hand. A chunk of metal smaller than her palm, a piece of junk found nearly 75 years before. It seemed meaningless, but to Sophia it meant everything.

“Remember what your father used to say.” Sophia heard her mother’s footsteps walk towards the door, and each of her siblings ran a hand down her arm as they left. Sophia was alone again, but now, she had an idea.

Danielle Johnston

Dani sat restlessly in the tiny grey room. The chair wasn’t comfortable, and the air was dry. The lights also flickered ever so slightly, just enough to drive her nuts. Dani stood and paced about. Her mind ran on autopilot, reviewing everything she knew about the Games, which is to say, everything. When her family appeared at the door, escorted by a Peacekeeper, Dani greeted them with a smile.

“You’ll do us proud, Danielle,” her father announced, no uncertainty in his voice.

“You’ll kick their asses,” her mother added. “Remember your training. In the beginning, you-”

“Yes, mama,” Dani pulled her mother into a hug, “I remember the strategies we’ve discussed.”

“Show no weakness.” Her mother yanked at Dani’s ponytail, and Dani squealed, jumping away. “You put that up better or cut it off, don’t give them somewhere to grab.”

“Unfair,” Dani whined, rubbing the back of her head, “we were hugging, I don’t plan on hugging anyone in the arena.”

“Will you at least hug me now?” Youssef asked, his tone obviously meant to tease, but the waver in it pulled at Dani’s heart.

She wrapped her younger brother in a hug. “Be strong,” she told him, “when I’m gone, take care of mama, okay?” Youssef nodded into her shoulder. He was nearly taller than her now. A lump grew in her throat. She would likely never get to see the day when he was taller. He made a strangled sound and grabbed her shirt in two shaking fists. “Why are you crying, ameli?”

“You,” Youssef gasped, lifting his tear-streaked face to look at Dani, “just volunteered to die.”

“Whether or not I die is yet to be determined.” Dani blinked away tears from her own eyes. “If I do, I will always live on in your heart.” She poked him in the chest, and he shied away.

“I’d rather you live on actually here with me,” he mumbled.

“Here,” Dani said, untying the knot on her rope necklace. “This way part of me will always be with you.” She tied it gently around Youssef’s neck, his childish face was twisted up with emotion.

“T-this is b-backwards,” he stuttered, “aren’t w-we ‘sposed to give y-you a token?”

“I don’t need anything to tell me you’re always thinking of me.” Dani nodded, certain that it was the truth.

“Don’t think we would let you go without something,” her mother said, digging through her pockets. “Just need to find it.” She pulled out a small chunk of wood, obviously broken off of something years ago.

“What’s this?” Dani asked as she took it.

Dani’s mother reached up and ran a finger along the scar at the top of Dani’s forehead. “Do you remember your first day of training?”

“When you beat me so hard I couldn’t see through the blood in my eyes?” Dani grinned, turning the piece of wood in her hand.

“But you got up, and you fought back,” her mother continued, returning the grin. “You swung so hard both of our staffs split on impact.” Dani’s parents took each other’s hands. “We saw then what you could do.”

“We have no doubts,” her father added, and with that, her family left the room.

#west's words #writeblr #writeblr hunger games #Sophia Grader #dani johnston #this is so fun #I'm so happy I did this #and I'm so happy it lined up with my week off #so that I could actually do all this for it

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Afrikaans http://bit.ly/VSKPersverklaring2019

English http://bit.ly/VSMediaRelease2019

MEDIA RELEASE 9 May 2019

VRYSTAAT ARTS FESTIVAL LAUNCHES ITS 2019 PROGRAMME

The Vrystaat Arts Festival has an enormous artistic offering in 2019. From flagship Afrikaans, English and Sesotho theatre and music productions to experimental dance, craft, sound art, visual art and live art, there is something for everyone.

International Engagement

The Festival is now one of the key arts festivals on the African continent and offers a significant range of national and international work in an astounding range of genres. In addition to a large contingent of South Africans artists, the festival this year hosts creatives from afar away as Australia, Belgium, Canada, the Caribbean, France, Germany, Italy, the Netherlands, Malawi, Mexico, Nigeria, Senegal, Singapore, the UK, the US and Zambia (to name but a few).

First Nation Protocol

The Vrystaat Arts Festival is the first South African cultural entity to follow Khoi-San protocol, recognizing the First Peoples and traditional owners of the land in public platforms and the festival program. The First Nations Welcoming ceremony of the festival is fast becoming an event unique in South-Africa. To that extent we are also honoured to have South African First Nations poet Diana Ferris as the Vrystaat Literature Festival’s Sol Plaatje keynote this year.

Performance and Music

The flagship theatre production is Kamphoer, the story of Susan Nell. Played by Sandra Prinsloo, and directed by Lara Foot, the play is based on a true story set in the Anglo-Boer War (1899–1902). Prinsloo skilfully embodies the enigmatic figure of Nell, who was brutally raped and left for dead in the concentration camp in Windburg.

The Island, directed by Jerry Mofokeng wa Makhetha also debuts at the festival. Written by Athol Fugard, John Kani and Winston Ntshona, this apartheid-era drama, inspired by a true story, is set in an unnamed prison based on South Africa's notorious Robben Island. This production has an all-female cast with Jane Mamotse Mpholo and Michelle Joubert in the lead roles.

The National Afrikaans Theatre initiative (NATi) also presents two of their flagship productions Katvoet with Marius Weyers, Marion Holm, Tinarie van Wyk Loots, Albert Pretorius, Martelize Kolver and Geon Nel, and My Seuns with Sandra Prinsloo, Louw Venter, Sandi Schultz, Edwin van der Walt, Buhle Ngaba and Donovan Pietersen.

The Vrystaat Arts Festival is also extremely privileged to have one of Nigeria’s most celebrated dancers/choreographers Qudus Onikeku with his renowned work Spirit Child. Spirit Child is a solo piece with three musicians, inspired by Azaro, the main character in Ben Okri’s novel, The Famished Road.

Other dance productions include the NATi funded experimental dance work Tehuis by Mark Anthony Dobson and the ever-popular flamenco dances Spanish Fire – Flaming Feet and La Femme! Also keep an eye out for the popular Reza de Wet youth theatre festival with performances from all over the country.

Music lovers will find a number of offerings including a short opera, Menotti’s The Maid and the Thief, 40 Fingers with Charl du Plessis, Classica, ’n chamber quartet from the US, Flying Fingers from Bloemfontein and Most Magical Musical Moments with Niël Rademan and the soprano Lynelle Kenned.

Amanda Strydom entertains with Stadig oor die klippers and South African rock icon Karen Zoid is in the mix with The Parlotones, Spoegwolf, Heuwels Fantasties, Andile Qongqo, Asanda Mqiki, Jak de Priester, Anna Davel with a Shirley Bassey- tribute, Jannie du Toit and Drie van die Bestes (Mathys Roets, Danie Niehaus, Kevin Leo). All the Way from Bloem, led by Jacobus Silver also provides upcoming Free State artists a platform to shine.

Live Arts

The Programme for Innovation in Artfrom Development (PIAD) is an interdisciplinary and experimental art programme in partnership with the University of the Free State and funded by the Andrew W Mellon Foundation in New York. The two key PIAD festival artists for 2019 is South African Marius Jansen van Vuuren and Australian Paul Gazzola. Their project We Can Be Heroes looks to the sky as the site for innovative ephemeral art, and inspired by the Southern star patterns, imagined worlds and local mythologies, will charge the untapped potential of the festival skyline.

Other live art projects include The Vertical Journey - a tribute to the still unknown by Marcus Neustetter, which will launch a series of planetarium dome short films accompanied by live improvisations at the Naval Hill Planetarium; the interdisciplinary performance/sound art work miss/seen by Sonya Rademeyer, Kagiso Kekana and Nosipho Mtaban; and Lo-Def Film Factory by Francois Knoetze, a pop-up experimental filmmaking and film screening booth.

Ukuzibuyisa: giving myself back to myself by Ukhona Ntsali Mland is a site-specific performance in response to the societal expectations on womxn’s lives; LATROP : The People Who Were Too Much, by Scott Eric Williams & Dr Julia Drouhin involves kids workshops, Zine making and radio antenna drawings; and Tok Tokkie by Lorin Sookool, Jarrett Erasmus, Ella Ziegler & Andrei van Wyk activates audiences in public and private spaces through surveillance games.

Visual Arts

The visual arts programme this year includes Footprints by Andrew Tshabangu curated by Thembinkosi Goniwe at the Stegmann Gallery and dwell in possibility at the UFS Centenary Gallery, curated by Johann du Plessis, with well-known national artists such as Michael Taylor, Andile Dyalvane, Lien Botha, Mbongeni Buthelezi, Alta Botha, Iaan Weldeck, Bongi Bengu, Katherine Glenday and many others.

Betwixt & Between in the Scaena foyer curated by Karen Brusch is an exhibition by artists from the Free State Art Collective in response to their liminal experiences of living in the Free State. At Oliewenhuis Art Museum Reservoir, the project titled #i by Jodi Bieber combines portrait photography, visual research, interviews, text, digital photographic collage and design, and Blood Relatives, also at Oliewenhuis, is a body of work created in 2005, by renowned photographer, Cedric Nunn.

Film

Many different stories from all over the world may be experienced in the films at this year's festival. Following requests after last year's film programme two films with a gay subtext are included this year – the controversial South African film The Wound and the moving Heartstone from Iceland. And don't forget the transgender heroine of A fantastic woman from Chile. The romantic at heart, especially if they love music as well, should not miss Cold War from Poland. And with regard to First Nations, Australia's Sweet Country is a riveting experience. An opera is included again – Donizetti's comical Don Pasquale with soprano Eva Mei and conductor Gérard Korsten who performed in Bloemfontein last year.

Vrynge

As a platform for emerging artists and professionals interested in testing new work, this year Vrynge hosts many talented local, national and international creatives. From Brighton (neXus) to New York and Italy (Before you fall asleep), the Caribbean (Caribbean Cool), and the Netherlands with Lot Vekemans working on her new play Blind, the Vrynge is a small world in one. There’s entertainment for the whole family with Francie en haar foon and Die groot avonture van Vernon en sy maats: Die heks fiasco. The Vrystaat Arts Festival is also partnering with the Baxter Theatre and Lagos Fringe to bring even more engaging experiences. Vrynge 2019 is one to look out for and one that continues to build bridges between artists and communities. Your opportunity to witness world class art is here.

Vrystaat Literature Festival

With over 70 events involving a wide variety of topics and themes, there is something for every taste. Local, national, and international writers and poets participate in talks, panel discussions, lectures, and workshops. Some of the topics of focus this year include faith and spirituality, sexuality, humour, thrillers, short stories, and memoirs. Highlights to look forward to include Amore Bekker, Carina Diedericks-Hugo, Erns Grundling, Daniel Hugo, Herman Lategan, Maretha Maartens, Jean Oosthuizen, Alexander Strachan, Pieter-Dirk Uys, Rudie van Rensburg, Jan van Tonder, Ingrid Winterbach, en Bettina Wyngaard.

International guests attending this year include Upile Chisala (Malawi), Samuel Osaze (Nigeria), Amory Kapufi and Jesse Nsofu (Zambia), Tinashe Tafirenyika and Philani Nyoni (Zimbabwe), Marco Calvani (Italy), Wytske Versteeg, Benno Barnard, Lot Vekemans, Mira Feticu, and Dorine Holman (the Netherlands), Annelies Verbeke, Saskia de Coster and Yves T’Sjoen (Belgium), and Kim Fu, Paige Cooper, Kayla Czaga and Klara du Plessis (Canada).

Pan-African Creative Exchange

The biannual Pan-African Creative Exchange (PACE), with founding sponsor NATi, and support from the Embassy of the Netherlands this year hosts PACE+, an interim programme and dramaturgical laboratory led by Executive Director Nike Jonah (UK/Nig), Funmi Adewole (Co-ordinating facilitator – UK/Nig), Dutch facilitator Mike van Alfen, and guest provocateurs Saartjie Botha (SA) and Jacob Boehme (Aus).

Participants from PACE 2018 include Ese Brume (France/Nig), Nada Sabet (Egypt), Leanetse Seekoe (SA), Wole Oguntokun (Nig), Johann Smith (SA), Shihaam Domingo (SA), Sizakele Mdi (SA), Segun Adefila (Nig), Omobolanle Stephen-Atitebi (Nig), Abdoulaye Diallo (Senegal), Wezile Mgibe (SA), Kenneth Uphopho (Nigeria) and Omar Sène (Senegal).

The festival is also presenting as full shows some of last year’s PACE showcases includig Brandbaar with Rehane Abrahams (SA), Kenneth Uphopho’s Esther’s Revenge (Nig), Segun Adefila’s Adìe Bà Lókùn (Nig) and Abdoyley Diallo’s Pollution (Senegal). See http://bravo.launchzone.co.za/en/home/

PAP and Vrywees

This year the festival will again have free art in public spaces with Public Art Platform and Vrywees. From the festival’s first ‘nose’, aromatherapist Annaline Viljoen, who is developing a festival scent for 2019, to shows by Durban’s Twist Theatre on Hoffman Square, eSwathini youth theatre in public space to dancers, fashion parades to poets creating work for site-specific performances. If you are out in the public you will experience art.

So take a breath and dive into the rich programme of the 2019 Vrystaat Arts Festival. Enjoy all it has to offer and make sure to make new friends from both here and abroad.

Programme: http://bit.ly/VSKProgram2019

For further inquiries contact:

Georgina Thomson

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messifangirl · 7 years

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My Football RPF Masterlist

People do these right? Anyways here’s mine. Because it’s like 60 some stories...

Updated as of: August 30, 2017 (now also with links to tumblr drabbles, and translations)

Um alphabetically, I guess? Because why not? (w/ sequels underneath them if they exist). All with links to AO3.

Story-Summary-Pairing/Gen-Wordcount-Rating (plus my thoughts on it)

ÀnimsRafinha (completed): Rafinha wakes up in the middle of the night, sweating through his shirt, his heart pounding and knee *screaming*. He aches, desperately aches, the pain medication having worn off way too soon. He covers his eyes and tries to hold back a sob, biting his lip as it all becomes too much. A whimper escapes though, and the warm bodies on either side of him are suddenly awake.

Gen, words: 907, rating: General Audiences

One of my least popular stories. Probably because it’s gen, and it doesn’t contain Leo either. I wrote it after he tore his ACL against Roma in the Champions League. But I still like it because it features the Brazilians as a big family.

Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Me (completed): Dani smiles again, playing with the empty coffee cup on the table in front of him. He slides it around its saucer, spinning it aimlessly. "Yes, I'm sure. The thing is," he says, finally letting go and putting his hands flat on the table. "Well..." He stares up at Leo and shrugs. "It's time."

Leo blinks, not understanding, feeling unsettled at how motionless Dani is. Leo doesn't ever remember seeing him so still. Then things suddenly start falling into place. "Dani, did you really decide you'd wait until I had a head injury to tell me that you're leaving?" He closes his eyes and sighs. "Really?"

Gen, words: 1203, rating: General Audiences

Now translated into Russian by Alessandriata on AO3.

How I said goodbye to Dani Alves, basically. Bittersweet.

Be Happy (completed): Neymar wants to chase him, wants to hug him, wants to tell him something. But the words just won’t come. And he can’t make his feet move.

He knows what Leo is like after a loss. Because it’s usually his loss too. But this, this is Argentina’s loss. This is Argentina’s Messi. And that’s a whole different creature. It isn’t his Leo, who smiles and plays so happily, who jumps onto him with excitement.

No, Argentina’s Messi is weary.

Leo/Neymar, words: 4314, rating: Explicit

Comfort Neymessi after Argentina and Brazil played each other for the World Cup Qualifiers. Brazil won, and I needed to cheer Leo up.

Bend Over Baby, Daddy Wants a Taste (completed): The last seconds of the game are ticking away.

And Cristiano should probably be getting into the wall. But he has one more thing to say to Leo. He leans in close and bends down to whisper into the smaller man's ear. "The next time you bend over like that," he whispers hotly as his lips graze Leo's skin, "it's going to be because I'm eating you out."

(Originally written for a prompt at the kink meme.)

Leo/Cristiano, words: 5103, rating: Explicit

One of the first things I ever wrote. Incredibly dirty. Porn without plot, though this was back when I had to write for awhile before I could make myself write smut, so it does have bit of a beginning. (Now with art)

The Best in the Galaxy (completed, Sekhmet series co-written with @purpleyulin ): Cris’ fingers itch for his sword. It’s safely tucked in the sheath on his belt, always at hand. But hearing Messi’s whips crack through the air, sizzling with energy, has gotten his blood pumping. After a minute of simply watching, Cris reaches for his own shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it onto the ground carelessly. He rolls his neck, shaking out his shoulders and arms, loosening his body in preparation.

He’s tired of watching.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 4548, rating: Explicit

Cowritten with yulin, and truly I’m so honored she let me play around in her universe. This is quite fun--a future gladiator AU inspired by the Samsung Galaxy 11 commericals.

Something's Changed (completed, same universe): Normally Cris likes fighting against Ramos. They use the same weapon which adds a layer of difficulty to what otherwise could be a very quick fight. And Ramos is close enough to Cris’ level that sometimes it takes longer than normal to defeat him. He’s also friendly, abnormally chatty and full of gossip, which allows Cris to hear what’s going on with those around them.

Not that Cris *really* cares, but it's still good to be aware of things.

Except today, Ramos seems keen to talk about Cris.

“Something’s changed,” Ramos insists, ducking when Cris darts toward him. He somersaults under Cris’ arm and comes up in a defensive position. “You’re usually a dick, but now you’re even more of one. And you’re going to burn out. End up dead in the arena because you’re exhausted.”

Cris flinches at that, stepping backward as if Ramos has struck him.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2923, rating: Mature

This was the opportunity to write a follow up to my first fic, and also to explore the first kiss between Leo and Cris. Minimal Cris/Leo action, but it was mainly written to get inside of Cris’ head and explore his feelings.

Wait Until I'm Ready (completed, same universe): Leo’s fingers wiggle down by his sides, unconsciously, almost brushing against the handles of his whips. “That’s not how it’s going to go,” he whispers, dropping his head back down so his dark eyes can meet Cris’. His hands go to his shirt and he fiddles with the hem as if he’s thinking. Then he slides his hands down his chest. “You’re going to stand right there,” he says, blushing. “And you’re going to wait until I’m ready.” His voice is still as soft and quiet as it always is, but there’s something mischievous there too.

Cris stares at him curiously, willing to play along. “Oh, am I?” he ponders out loud. He toes his boots off and leaves them by the door. His feet sink into the dirt and he wonders how Leo looks so comfortable. After a moment, he gets used to the feeling and he shrugs his shoulders to loosen up. “I suppose I could wait a minute,” he allows.

Leo looks at him challengingly. Then he pulls his shirt off, throwing it behind him. His body is trembling, either from the cold or from the anticipation. “Yes,” he says softly. “Wait,” he says, swaying slightly again. “Wait until I’m ready.”

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2013, rating: Mature

I wrote chapter one, and yulin wrote chapter 2. Basically inspired from a discussion we had, where we thought that Leo’s control with whips was so good that he could probably tear Cris’ clothes from his body without hurting him.

The Best in the Galaxy: Take Two (completed): Leo understands too late that Ronaldo has changed his strategy.

It’s unexpected and unpredictable--something that Leo is completely thrown by. They’re only sparring, and not out in the arena fighting to the first blood. Leo has to think quickly if he doesn’t want to kill the other man. He barely has a second to pull back his whip before it slices through Ronaldo’s skin, and thankfuly his reflexes allow him to do so. But while Leo’s body is usually prepared for anything, this quick movement throws him off balance. Ronaldo slams into him and pins him to the ground, the other man pressing him into the dirt gleefully.

Leo’s never given up on a fight in his entire life, though, and he fights to escape. Ronaldo is heavier than expected, the taller man built entirely out of muscle, and his bulk refuses to move. Leo realizes this instantly and instead reaches for his whips knowing that they’re his only chance to win. Somehow they’ve flown out of his hands, and his fingers tingle as he reaches for them. But he’s tired, and his whips know it, so they merely sizzle tantalizingly and remain where they are.

He claws his hands inot the dirt and sighs.

Leo/Cris, words: 3997, rating: Explicit

This is something that I rarely do, but yulin had mentioned wondering what Leo was thinking during the events of The Best in the Galaxy. And I thought, hmm, I could try to rewrite the story from Leo’s pov. I’m not sure if one version is better than the other, but it was an interesting exercise and just an excuse to write more Cris/Leo haha.

Call Me (completed): Kun lets it go on a little longer.

Mainly because it amuses him to see others fall into Leo's trap.

Trap really isn't the right word, he muses, taking a sip of his drink and watching what's going on unnoticed over against the wall. The alcohol burns on the way down and he relishes the feeling. Not a trap, he thinks again, taking in the curve of the jaw and the brilliant white teeth in the smile of the man standing over Leo.

It's not a trap, because they all want to be there.

They just don't really realize it's happening, and that's the funny part.

Leo/Kun, implied Leo/Cristiano & Leo/Neymar/Kun, words: 4620, rating: Explicit

I like this one. It was my adventure in writing cocky, confident Leo instead of shy, sweet Leo. He’s hot shit and he knows it, and as always, Kun’s quite okay with that.

Campeones (completed): He's sandwiched between Ney and Luis, and they're all screaming and laughing and singing, voices hoarse and out of tune, jumping up and down in joy. Still in disbelief, still celebrating, still riding high from defeating Atletico and winning the league. He and Neymar lost their jerseys sometime during the celebration and Leo's wondering when, because everything's become a blur.

Neymar's giggling in Leo's face, hands clamped around Leo's neck, while Luis is plastered to Leo's back with his arms wrapped around both of them. And Leo can't stop smiling, can't stop grinning, his heart racing as he buries his face in Neymar's throat and tries to breathe, tries to remember this moment.

Leo/Neymar/Luis, words: 1001, rating: Explicit

Now translated into Chinese by Aaaa

My first MSN fic, really. Just smut.

Can't Read My Poker Face (completed): Piqué is a couple drinks in when he suggests it.

A couple of drinks in and losing badly.

"Are you serious?" Cristiano asks, arching an eyebrow as he shuffles the deck in his hands. He's won a fair amount of money tonight just playing five card draw, but now it appears as though his friend has nothing more to give over. "What are you? 13 years old?" He bends the pile and flips through the ends of the cards aimlessly with his thumb. "Or you just think Shakira will be happier with you losing your clothes as opposed to losing her money?

"Piqué takes a swig of his beer and then wipes his mouth. "Alright, alright, she gave me a limit... But, you're never too old for strip poker," he slurs out, giggling. "Right, Leo?"

They both look over to Messi. The other man has been quiet all night, only joining the poker table after Sergio and James had gone outside on the patio with the rest of the crowd.

Messi's cheeks are pink at the sudden attention. "I've never played,” he mumbles, starting to fidget with his ear.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2861, rating: Mature

Strip poker. Had to happen with all the poker commercials that Cristiano’s been doing. Oh and Leo keeps stripping his clothes off on the pitch, so obviously, I had to write about that lol.

Come Stop Your Crying, It Will Be Alright (completed): Masche had fucked Leo once.

It had been after Copa América.

He thinks about it time to time. Something will spark his memory and he'll remember the way Leo had looked, trembling beneath him.It's not something he talks about. When his teammates have had a few drinks and start throwing around stories of drunken fumblings, or those few times they've crossed the line during celebrations or defeats (because, let's face it, everyone's done it), Masche stays silent.

But he remembers.

Leo/Masche, words: 705, rating: Explicit

My first Maschessi. My headcanon is that these two have a really deep friendship, and this was the one time they’d crossed the line. Short, more about the feelings than the actual sex.

Come to Me (completed): "I have to tell you a secret, Pai," Junior says, speaking in that tone of voice kids use when they think they're being quiet. He looks up at Cristiano and widens his eyes, his little fingers clinging to Cristiano's training top.

Cristiano keeps his face serious, even though he can see that his teammates are hiding smiles as they continue to eat beside them. Nani coughs to disguise a laugh, but Cristiano ignores him. "What is it?" he asks, rubbing Junior's back.

Junior sneaks a glance at Pepe. "I can't tell you here," he says, turning back to Cristiano, looking crestfallen.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2843, rating: General Audiences

A post-Copa loss fic, one that I felt incredibly sad writing. Pros? Writing Junior is always a treat, because that kid is so adorable that he writes himself. Cons? Having to think about Leo’s heartbreaking loss, once again. (If you squint, it is a sequel to I Have Not Won Anything.)

Congratulations (completed, Leo Gets Married series): “Hey,” Leo says, holding the phone up to his ear, trying not to get in the way of his stylist. “Congratulations.” He hears a laugh on the other end and his smile grows as he stares at his reflection. “You didn’t write this was the reason for refusing on your RSVP.”

Gen Leo & Cristiano, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

Part 1 of Leo Gets Married. In general, I think that Leo’s wedding is sort of a sacred thing that shouldn’t be touched. I’ve never hated Antonella, and in fact, I quite like her and I’m so happy that she and Leo are together. Though a lot of people wanted to write fic surrounding the wedding (with either Cristiano or Neymar reacting to losing their lover or whatever), I decided to a series of friendship drabbles instead.

Your Special Day (completed, same series and universe): Leo braces himself for the hug, but then Dani’s arms are around him and he finds that he can’t help but relax. “I’m thirty now Dani, I don’t think you can keep calling me a baby,” he murmurs into Dani’s ear, resting his head on his shoulder. “Most people would say that’s pretty darn grown up, eh?”

Dani squeezes him. “Nonsense,” he says laughing. “Thirty, shmirty,” he says nonsensically, clapping Leo on the back until finally they both need to breathe. He straightens and pats Leo on the cheek. “Now,” he says, all business, “who do I talk to about arranging the bachelor party. I have so many ideas, and I know you’re going to love it.” He grins. “We have to send you off properly, you know.”

Gen Leo & Dani Alves, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

Of course, Dani Alves was going to be at Leo’s wedding. But he didn’t arrive for any of the pre-wedding festivities, and I imagine he was disappointed in that lol.

Pretend I'm Genuinely Congratulating You (completed, same series and universe): “Oh, thank God,” Masche says, as soon as he sees Leo. He quickly looks over his shoulder at where Fernanda is talking to Anto in the hallway. “I was worried I was in trouble there. Quick, give me a big hug and pretend I’m genuinely congratulating you.” He opens his arms wide and leans in to squeeze Leo. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!” he says loudly.

Leo is lost.

“Why are we even friends?” he asks out loud, even as he’s letting Masche pull him closer.

Gen Leo & Masche, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

Masche grew a rather impressive beard in a short amount of time. I can’t imagine that his wife wanted him to keep it! But if Anto let Leo keep his...

You're Here Now (completed, same series and universe): Leo’s not exactly nervous about walking down the aisle, but he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t feeling the adrenaline. So when there’s some irritated whispering along with a bunch of hushed voices over next to the entrance, he pokes his head to the side and says, “What’s the hold up?” His parents are frowning beside him, but Leo takes a few steps forward to see what’s going on.

It’s not so much what, as it is who: Neymar.

Gen Leo & Neymar, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

There was this big speculation as to whether Neymar was going to the wedding. But of course he showed up!

Could Have Just Eloped (completed, same series and universe): “Here,” Luis offers quietly. He turns to the side, handing Leo the gourd he’d been hiding behind his back. He places his thermos on a table, letting it blend in behind one of the lamps. “I could tell you needed some. Just you though, there’s not enough for Mateo,” he jokes.

Mateo’s playing at their feet with a race car and doesn’t even look up as Luis speaks.

Leo smiles and takes the drink with relief. “This is why you’re the best,” he says gratefully, lips closing around the metal straw. He takes a long sip, savoring it while he can. “Anto cut me off,” he admits, looking across the room at the crowd of people talking and laughing. “And it’s been hours. Whenever I think I’m going to get a chance to go find some, someone comes over to talk to me,” he complains, leaning against the wall.

Gen Leo & Luis, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

These two are just so cute nowadays. And the way Luis always has the mate, you just know that Leo’s going to be having some.

Nothing Else Matters (completed, same series and universe): "Are you nervous?" Geri asks, sidling up to him in the hallway when Leo's alone for a second. Geri's big paw pulls him into a hug, fingers automatically moving to fiddle with Leo's ear. "You can tell me, I can have Shak on standby for any last minute tips. She's been not so subtly trying to ask if you've been practicing on your downtime."

Leo sighs into Geri's shoulder, giving his friend a squeeze. Because while he's not nervous about marrying Anto, dancing with her in front of everyone is a bit of a different story.

"I think it gave her a bit of a thrill to be dancing with someone closer to her height, for a change," Geri continues, his voice rumbling through Leo's body. "Did she wear her heels for your lessons? Actually, she probably didn't, right? Didn't want to totally intimidate you."

Gen Leo & Geri, words: 550, rating: General Audiences

I accidentally made this a hundred words shorter than the other drabbles in the series and that really annoys me lol. But anyways, had to include a moment with Geri. There was speculation he and Shakira wouldn’t be at the wedding either, and I’m glad they came and had a good time together.

David Villa, Temporary Masseur (completed): Leo rolls his eyes. "How did you get roped into this?" He asks, gesturing around the room with the hand that isn't securing his towel.

Villa shrugs as he starts to take off his rings. "Someone apparently said I was good with my hands."

He stares right at Leo as he drops the rings one by one onto a little tray sitting on the table. "They weren't wrong," he says grinning, as he slides off the leather bracelets wrapped around his wrist.

(Originally written for a prompt at the kink meme.)

Leo/David, words: 9848, rating: Explicit

MY FIRST FIC IN THIS FANDOM which is pretty funny actually, because I chose a pairing that I wasn’t super into at the time. I just saw Leo and was like, huh, I think I can write this. I have a fondness for massage fic, tbh.

Table for Two (the sequel, wip): Gerard points to his neck, where there's a blotchy purple bruise. "You got some. You totally got some." He laughs again. "When did you find the time? And who was it? I didn't know you had a new girl." He grins at Leo and pats him on the cheek. "Come on, tell me all about it. When will I meet her?"

Leo's cheeks flush. "I don't have to tell you everything, Geri," he says as he turns back to the bed. "Don't be so nosy." He's all of a sudden self-conscious. He can't help thinking of every mark David left on his body.

Leo/David, words: 7246, rating: currently, Mature

Currently stalled a bit. Part of it is that, like I said, I wasn’t totally into this pairing. I don’t quite have the best grasp on David’s character, so I’m finding it hard to continue this one. It’s been awhile since I’ve updated it, but I have not abandoned it.

Do You Want a Sip? (completed): Luis' eyes stare admiringly at Leo's flat stomach and pectoral muscles, lingering on his nipples, before trailing up the long line of Leo's throat. His fingers twitch where he holds his gourd. The words are coming out of his mouth before he has time to think about it. "Do you want a sip?"

For all the times they've sat together in the locker room, Luis has never offered to share his mate with Leo--or anyone. It's not really his custom, though he knows many others freely share. There's not much left right now anyway, but he knows Leo is a fan of mate. And he likes Leo... really likes Leo. Leo, above everyone, has made him feel welcome and included.

And... Leo looks as tired as Luis feels.

So Luis offers. Maybe not properly, but he offers.

Leo/Luis, words: 5055, rating: Explicit

Now translated into Chinese by Lucialov

My first Leo/Luis fic. I really think they have chemistry, on and off the field--clearly have such a good relationship and I wanted to try to explore that. This one started okay but I wasn’t happy with the way it progressed in the later chapters lol. If I had to do it again, I’d just post the first chapter as a oneshot.

Drabbles to Nowhere (wip): Drabbles/fic I started but have lost interest in. Mainly things I wanted to explore more, but ended somewhat abruptly. Ratings may change. Additional tags, characters, pairings will be added.

He Walks Off: Neymar finds out about Leo's back injury against Honduras.

Leaving on a Jet Plane: Leo's back is plaguing him on the flight to New Jersey. Kun is worried.

implied Leo/Neymar, gen Leo/Kun, words: 2465, rating: General Audiences

These were things I wrote but have given up on, although they do seem individually complete. Part of the problem is that after Leo lost Copa America, I found it difficult to continue them. Currently just two stories, though I will probably add some more random things at some point.

Five Times Neymar Walked in on Them & One Time He Finally Joined in (completed): He doesn't mean to watch, really he doesn't.

But Neymar finds he can't look away, and actually gets a little aroused because really, watching Cristiano fuck is like free porn. In any case, he isn't standing there very long before Cristiano notices the light flooding in from the hallway, and the figure standing in the doorway.

"Can I help you?" Cristiano asks pointedly, a little breathless, hips stilling as he turns his head in Neymar's direction. Cristiano's fingers tighten on the thighs wrapped around his waist, clearly eager to get back to what he was doing, but other than that he looks entirely at ease with his nudity and the situation. His chest is heaving as he blinks in the direction of the light and squints. "Is that--Neymar?"

Neymar can't see who is with him.

Leo/Cristiano/Neymar, words: 31583, rating: Explicit

This is probably the story most people think of when they think of my name. And it started as a joke, a little way to stop ship wars between Leo/Neymar fans and Leo/Cristiano fans. Somehow it spiraled into something more than smut, something angsty and full of feeling. I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out!

Snapshots (not exactly a sequel, but same universe, wip): Short stories taking place in my threesome verse.

Time Does Not Heal All Wounds

New tears are appearing as fast as Cristiano wipes the old ones away, while Leo grits his teeth and shakes. "I'm not, Cris," Leo says, "I'm not okay." His hands fist into Cristiano's shirt, while he turns his face into Cristiano's neck. "I don't understand," he says wetly, voice muffled. "Why, why, why?"

Leo/Cristiano, words: 3363, rating: Explicit

I wanted to explore Leo’s 2015 Copa loss in the same universe as 5x Neymar, but I didn’t want Neymar to be there--he had his own shit to deal with. I wanted that Leo/Cristiano interaction. That ficlet is finished, though I’ve left this story incomplete because I do plan on adding other snippets and outtakes from the 5x Neymar universe.

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go (the direct sequel to 5x Neymar, wip): And then Neymar gets it.

Gets that Cristiano wants to talk to Leo, alone.

Without Neymar.

He feels something strange inside his chest, as if someone were reaching in and squeezing--squeezing hard--putting pressure on his heart and lungs and everything inside him. It's tight, everything is tight, like there isn't enough room for air, there isn't room for anything. He can feel the blood rushing through his ears, drowning out all the sounds around him. And now he isn't saying anything and they must both be staring at him, both waiting for him to leave, to go to the bathroom by himself...

Leo/Cristiano/Neymar, words: 33054, rating: Explicit

The first story (5x Neymar) was more about Neymar and Leo, whereas in this story I wanted to explore Neymar’s relationship with Cristiano. I’ve been working forever on the last chapter because I really want to get it right. This is by far the story I get asked about the most, regarding updates.

A Friend in Need (completed): "Anyone would think that your team lost the game," Kun eventually says, the words echoing slightly through the empty room. He walks closer until he's only a few feet away from the other man.

Leo finally moves, fingers scratching through his hair before he lifts his head to meet Kun's gaze. His eyes are dry, not even red rimmed, but he still stares at Kun dully. "May as well have," he says hoarsely, looking as though the weight of the world rests on his shoulders.

And in the football world, perhaps it does.

92 minutes of brilliance, but 1 minute of being human--and that 1 minute is how they'll remember his performance.

Leo/Kun, words: 1188, rating: Explicit

I adore kunessi. This was my first kunessi, so I have a soft spot for it. These two together, I just, don’t know how to explain it. I kinda forget that Kunessi exists sometimes, with both of them off playing for their clubs. But when international break rolls around, all my love for it surfaces again.

A Friend Indeed (the sequel, completed): Kun feels a draft as Leo pulls the covers away for a moment and then slides underneath, molding his bare chest up against Kun's back. At the first touch of warm skin, Kun tears up. Lips brush against his nape and an arm reaches over his side. Leo skims a palm over his stomach before linking their fingers together. "I can't talk about it," Kun breathes into the darkness, feeling Leo squeeze his hand.

He opens his eyes, lashes now damp, but can't turn and meet Leo's gaze. He just stares at the wall. He can't bear to look Leo in the eyes.

Leo, who had another fantastic game.

Who pretty much single handedly embarrassed the champions of England.

And Kun along with them.

Leo/Kun, words: 2914, rating: Explicit

I might like this more than the first story in this series. I didn’t even have to wait for international break to be inspired--the champions league provided plenty of material. Perfect opportunity for kunessi cuddling... and a bit of sexytimes too.

A Good Boy (wip): "What?" André asks, having a feeling that a line has just been crossed. “Are you talking shit about me? Say it to my face." He leans forward, hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Go on, say it."

Someone turns off the television, and most people are quick to leave. But over the sound of their hasty exit, Pepe laughs and says, “Nah, man, not about you. About him.”

André takes a deep breath, knowing he’s turning red. “What about him?”

Pepe laughs again, takes another draw of his beer and then slams it down on the table. He ignores the way that Cristiano is tugging on his shirt and urging him to be quiet. "Enough, Cris," Pepe growls, standing up. "I said, that Lionel Messi, welcomed you with open *something* alright--but it wasn't his arms."

Leo/André Gomes, implied Leo/multi, words: 3471, rating: Explicit

This is taking me awhile to complete. There’s certainly evidence that gomessi exists, but it has died down a little and I’m having trouble getting inspired with this one.

Halftime (completed): Cristiano laughs, all of a sudden feeling a lot lighter. "You know what," he says, grinning at both of them before looking pointedly at Neymar. "I was going to rip your head off. But then I remembered something." He stalks towards the two Barcelona players. Neymar takes a few steps back, dancing away out of reach, but Leo stands his ground.

"Cris," Leo says warningly. His eyes are narrowed as Cristiano looms in front of him. But he doesn't move. He stays in place, looking up at Cristiano, even as Neymar shifts nervously a few feet away.

But Leo could never be afraid of Cristiano.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 601, rating: Mature

This one is incredibly short, but people have really seemed to like it. I feel a little bad about that since it shows Neymar in a not so good light, but... the Leo/Cristiano interaction is quite fun.

Full Time (the sequel, completed): The Brazilians shout out greetings as Neymar comes around the corner. He's got huge headphones around his neck and is wearing a hat and glasses as if he expected to be accosted by the press instantly. He smiles, looking worn and somehow older than his 24 years, holding up a finger towards his countrymen and then walking over to Cristiano.

Cristiano can't imagine why, but he holds his tongue and waits for Neymar to speak.

They're not friends. Though, they're certainly friendlier than they were a year ago.

Neymar stares at him, eyes trailing from his hair down to his shoes, blinking slowly and shifting his weight. "So, he's," Neymar starts, voice hoarse. He clears his throat and tries again. "He's not going to come out here." He takes off his hat and rakes his fingers though his hair, seeming uncomfortable.

Cristiano looks up at him, his happiness disappearing, feeling a twinge of hurt in his chest. "Not even to say goodbye?" he asks, keeping his voice level.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2789, rating: Mature

I just wanted a little follow up to the first one. This takes place the following season, shows a few more characters, really lets you get a better feel for the relationships. Shrugs.

He's Not a One Man Team (completed): He's not a one man team.

When people congratulate him for scoring his goals, he always has the same response. He doesn't score goals by himself. His team is there every step of the way, and without them, he'd be nothing. It makes sense then, that when he scores a hat trick, he feels the need to reward his teammates for their help.

The thing is, he's exhausted after those games. He barely has the strength to strip down and drag himself off to the showers. But while he may be too tired to reward his teammates, that doesn't mean he'll stop them from rewarding themselves.

Leo/Multi, Leo/Neymar, Leo/Geri, words: 2831, rating: Explicit

No idea what to say about this one. Leo lets the team use him after a game. Left a lot of the players up to the imagination with the exception of Neymar and Geri. Smut with a tiny bit of piquessi cuddles at the end.

I Already Know (completed): Neymar looks over at where Paco is shouting something about Ivan being a cheat. “You haven’t asked me about leaving,” he says thickly, feeling Leo’s warmth beside him. The words nearly get stuck in his throat, but he plows on. “You haven’t asked me about staying either. You--you haven’t asked me anything.”

Leo stretches out his feet, flexing his right ankle as if it’s irritating him. “Nope,” he says quietly.

Neymar feels his headache grow, rubbing at his forehead and then trying to disguise it by pretending he’s fixing his hair. “Why not?” he asks, still staring out across the room instead of turning to look Leo in the eye.

Leo/Neymar or Gen Leo & Neymar, words: 575, rating: General Audiences

I wrote this when the rumors first started saying that Neymar was going to PSG. I purposely left it ambiguous. Features a sleepy and wise Leo.

I Have Not Won Anything (completed): Cristiano is getting really tired of people sticking their microphones in his face.

implied Leo/Cristiano, words: 775, rating: General Audiences

Wrote this after Cristiano threw that microphone into a lake. Also post Leo’s Copa loss. I couldn’t quite handle writing anything from Leo’s pov or even getting near Leo’s state of mind, so I wrote about Cristiano instead. This is before Cristiano won the Euros, but it still deals with the ridiculousness of their rivalry. (If you squint, it is a prequel to Come to Me)

I Wanna Dance With Somebody (completed): “Come, have a drink with us. We’re just talking tactics, and your thoughts are always insightful.”

Andrés shakes his head. “No, no,” he says, “I mean, thank you, and I’d love to, but you really are needed.” He looks up at the ceiling and then back at Geri. “Leo’s drunk,” he says bluntly, scrunching his face up.

“Already?” Geri asks, somewhat impressed. But then he shrugs. “That’s okay,” he says dismissively. “Let him drink, let him celebrate. You know he deserves to let loose every once in awhile.” He takes a sip of the whiskey, savoring the burn, murmuring appreciatively. “Is he at the stage where he tells all those horrible jokes? Because that’s my favorite.”

“Geri,” Andrés says, shaking his head again. He hesitates. “He’s dancing.”

Leo/Geri, implied Leo/Dani/Neymar, implied Andrés/Xavi, implied Dani/Neymar, words: 2387, rating: Explicit

Does anybody need an excuse to write piquessi? Anyways, I just had this vision where Leo being drunk would be hilarious. (I mean we’ve all seen that one video of him on the bus, and then at Camp Nou, and it is the best thing ever) So I imagine that he doesn’t do it often, but when he does, he always goes through the same stages? And the second to last one is dancing. Spoiler alert--the last one is where he takes all his clothes off lol.

I Wanted to Play for Spain (completed): "I couldn't tell him," Messi murmurs, still holding onto Iker. His eyes shut for a moment, dark lashes fanning out against his pale skin, before opening and staring up at the blue sky.

Iker taps him on the cheek lightly, unintentionally leaving a streak of mud from his glove. "Look at me," he says. "What couldn't you tell him?" he asks, playing along. He moves from squatting to kneel in the mud closer to Messi's face. He looks at Messi's pupils, and honestly is a little alarmed at the size of them. In fact he's so disturbed that he almost misses Messi's next sentence.

"I wanted to play for Spain," the smaller man slurs.

Gen, words: 1824, rating: General Audiences

My first gen story. Features a wise Iker Casillas and told from his pov. I like this one, and I just kinda wrote it in a moment where I thought Leo wasn’t being appreciated. This isn’t even close to being one of my popular stories, but I still really like it, maybe because it’s so different from most of the things I’ve written.

If We Win the Treble (wip): "You can fuck me if we win the treble."

The Leo/Neymar version.

Leo/Neymar, words: 1066, rating: Explicit

After we won the treble, I just had this vision of Leo saying this to someone. I couldn’t decide if he was saying it to Leo or if he was saying it to Neymar, and thus I started to write two different stories based on this line. Unfortunately, I’ve made far more progress on the Cristiano version, and this version has got me a bit stumped. I have not abandoned it, but it’s been quite some time since I last worked on it.

It's a Deal (completed): There's a certain responsibility that comes with being one of Leo's teammates. Sure, it's an honor to play with him--to see the way he moves with the ball, to see the beautiful things he can make the ball do. But just because he and the crowds are in awe of Leo, that doesn't mean that everyone is.

The Bolivians know what Leo can do. And if they can stop him, they will.

And Masche isn’t in the game to protect him.

Leo/Masche, words: 1831, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

My second maschessi. Written during Copa 2016, and after Leo’s back injury against Honduras. I continue to have a soft spot for this pairing. Brothers in arms sort of thing, through everything together... I only wish the tournament had ended happier for them, and maybe then I could have written a happy follow up.

It's About Leo (it's always about Leo) (completed): The reporters clamor to ask Dani what the hardest part of coming back to Barcelona is. They acted excited when he came in, waving and shouting, ‘Remember me, Dani?’ or ‘So good to see you Dani,’ all buddy-buddy as if they’re all the greatest of friends. And now they smile, but it’s fake, clearly for show, baring their teeth while holding up their phones to record his answer. They're out for blood, sharks in suits eagerly waiting for him to dive back into the water (and that's okay because he's used to sharks). None of them have ever liked him, so Dani doesn’t really care. Maybe they think he’s afraid. But if they think that, well, they don’t know him.

And if they think he’s going to tell the whole truth, well, they really don’t know him.

Leo/Dani, gen, words: 2952, rating: General Audiences

When Dani came back to the Camp Nou, I knew I had to write something about it. And I’ve always had a fondness for Alvessi, but I’m always torn between writing about their deep friendship, or writing about them crossing that line. In the end I decided to write just friendship, but if you have your slash goggles on, you can see something more might be there. Fuck if I don’t miss Dani Alves!!!

It's Getting Hot in Here (completed): "Um," Neymar says, plucking his shirt away from his chest. "Is it getting hot in here?" he asks, feeling a bit warm.

He hopes it's not just his body reacting to Cristiano's because that would be really awkward.

Cristiano nods though, mirroring Neymar's actions and drawing his shirt away from his chest. "Actually, now that you mention it," he says, looking up at the vents. "I think the air shut off." He pulls his shirt up to wipe his face where he's started to sweat. After a moment, he mutters, "Fuck it," and draws the entire thing over his head. "You don't mind, right?" he asks, looking at Neymar questioningly, combing his fingers through his hair to fix it.

Leo/Cristiano, Cristiano/Neymar, words: 3526, rating: Explicit

One of my rare stories where Leo isn’t really a main character. Of course, somehow he’s still the reason Neymar and Cristiano get together. I wrote this before my 5xNeymar series when I was trying to figure out if it was possible to ship Neymar and Cristiano. Turns out that it is lol. This one is a smutty one.

It's Like a Fairy Tale (completed): Cristiano can't look away from him.

It's not just because Leo cuts an extremely attractive figure... Because yes, Cristiano definitely wants to reach out and palm that ass, wants to feel for himself how cushy those cheeks are, wants to hear the breathy sounds Leo makes in response... But that's not why he's staring. No... There's something about Leo that seems extremely familiar to Cristiano. He just can't figure out what it is.

But he will.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 5522, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Maybe my favorite fic I’ve written... Half an AU, with Leo being a waiter and Cristiano being himself. I tend to stay away from AU in general because I think it is very difficult to world build, but this one just kinda happened without any fuss. I think it’s super cute and I’d really like to do some more stories in this universe. I have a few drabbles and ideas but nothing solid.

Lean on Me (completed): Marcos thinks it's his FIFA game when the chants begin, but when he pauses it, he realizes the screams are coming from downstairs. "Think Leo's finally here?" Érik asks sarcastically as "MESSI, MESSI, MESSI!" rings out from the crowds surrounding their hotel. Despite being on the second floor, the cheers easily float through the open windows.

Marcos laughs and restarts the game, using Érik's distraction to allow Barcelona to score on a quick counter attack. Érik curses, but Marcos grins, watching on the screen as his little Messi points up to the sky in celebration.

The real Leo appears soon after, looking tired and pushing a giant roller bag in front of him. He stops in the doorway of the lounge, eyes searching the room and smiling when he catches Marcos' gaze. "Hey," he greets softly, "how's things?"

Marcos pauses the game and gets up immediately to go hug him hello. Behind him he can hear Érik mumble a 'hey,' before the sounds of the game continue as Érik starts playing without him. Marcos rolls his eyes, but continues across the lounge and enfolds Leo in a gentle embrace. "Hola, capitán," he says kissing Leo on the cheek.

Leo/Marcos, implied Leo/Kun, words: 2314, rating: Mature

I wrote this story after the next one in this series-- I Want to Lick you from your Head to your Toes-- so basically this is the prequel nobody asked for. But I still wanted to write it, because I wanted to show a little more about how Leo and Marcos got to this point, and what their relationship was like before Leo’s injury.

I Want to Lick you from your Head to your Toes (the sequel, completed): Kun flicks his eyes over at Marcos and then back at his phone. "Does it look like he's awake? What do you want?" His tone is cool, but it's warmer than it has been for the last few months.

Marcos has been working hard to get back into Kun's good graces."I just," Marcos says, looking over at the mirror stretched out in the far wall. He stares at his reflection, trying to psych himself up, and then looks back at Kun. "I wanted to ask if it would be okay for me t-to, like, make a move on Leo."

Kun immediately looks up at Marcos, eyes narrowing. "'Make a move,'" he repeats incredulously, dropping his phone and sitting up straight. The action jostles the bed, but Leo still doesn't wake.

Leo/Marcos, implied Leo/Kun, words 1969, rating: Mature

Like I said above, this is the fic that started this series. Leo/Marcos was new to me, but I was inspired after seeing a picture of them hugging. And I like the idea of them together lol. I have a third story in this series that is unfinished, but would immediately follow the events of this one. After the Copa 2016 loss, I found it difficult to continue it, so it is on the backburner for now.

Let Them Wait (completed): "Let it go. I'm asking you to let it go," Andrés says, looking directly at Masche. He rubs his eyes and then pulls Masche into a hug. "I need you to let it go. Will you do that for me?" He squeezes Masche, tightening his arms around the other man. "Please, Masche."

Masche bites his tongue and swallows what he really want to say. He nods instead. He hugs Andrés back, suddenly annoyed at himself for making Andrés deal with this on top of his injury. "Of course, Capi," he says returning the squeeze and then tilting his head back. "I'm sorry, how are you?"

The other disperse, leaving them alone.

Andrés smiles. "I'll be okay," he says over the noise of the locker room. "More tests tomorrow," he admits, "but for now, I'm okay." He claps Masche on the back and sits down on the bench to wait for the others to get changed. "It's not the end of the world."

Masche sighs, about to sit next to him.

But then Andrés shakes his head. "No," he says, putting his hand up and stopping him in his tracks. "That's why I needed you to let it go. You're needed elsewhere."

Leo/Masche, words: 1627, rating: Mature

My third Maschessi. I just really love exploring their relationship. And I especially love the idea that Masche is just this hardened guy on the pitch and then is so concerned with taking care of Leo.

Mate and Dulce de Leche (completed): Messi tilts his head back slightly so that he can look up at Sergio. He clears his throat. “Yes,” he says again. “The thing is,” he says, trailing off. His cheeks are flushing more now, and it’s clear that he’s embarrassed. But he doesn’t look away from Sergio. “I’m here to finish what you started,” he says all in a rush.

Sergio freezes. “What?”

Messi looks mortified, but he powers on. “In the tunnel,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “When it was just the two of us. Before you decided to call over the trainers.” He licks his lips and Sergio finds himself staring at how pink they are.

Leo/Sergio Ramos, words: 4991, rating: Explicit

Blame @leo-dios for this one. We both started encouraging each other to write Ramessi, and this is the result on my end ;) Rivals on the pitch, but friends off??

Maybe I'm Enough (completed): "You're making excuses for him," Luis mumbles, shutting his eyes and thunking his head back on the headrest. "He's not a kid. And I'm sick and tired of everyone saying that."

"What would you rather, then?" Leo asks. "You want them to say he left because of the money?" He squeezes Luis' hand. "You want me to say that when the press asks me what I really think? Or that he left because he didn't want to be in our shadow. In my shadow? That he wanted to be number one for the glory? Is that who you think he is?"

Luis keeps his eyes closed. "I don't know," he says helplessly. "I just thought he was happy. I thought he was happy with us, and he wasn't."

Leo/Luis, words: 1802, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Written after Neymar left for PSG. Will be the start of a series of drabbles or one shots that take place during the 2017-2018 season.

Misery Loves Company (completed): Luis gently tilts Leo's face up. He studies the bump on Leo's head, noting that the redness has eased some. It still looks wrong, looks angry and sore, and Luis doesn't dare to touch it. He thinks of the replay again and tries not to envision the way Leo had looked. It's hard to forget, but then Leo opens his eyes and smiles sweetly at him, and Luis can't help but smile back.

Leo/Luis, words: 1056, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Another suaressi, this time short and sweet as opposed to smutty. Deal’s with Luis’ injury that made him miss Copa 2016, along with one of Leo’s head injuries.

Once Upon a December (completed): If Marc had to guess right now, he’d guess that Jordi’s the mastermind. Not that Marc ever imagined he’d be thinking something like that about Jordi Alba! But it’s only because of how much Jordi’s been complaining that he hasn’t gotten anything. It’s almost like Jordi has been trying to throw them off the trail and keep everyone from getting suspicious. And Jordi’s been at Barcelona for awhile. He’s friendly with everyone. He also has been talking nonstop about how much he loves Christmas. It doesn’t seem like much of a stretch to assume that he’s the one behind this.

Marc’s just decided that yes, Jordi must be their secret santa.

Except the next day, Jordi gets a present.

Marc/surprise, words: 11573, rating: General Audiences

I wrote a Christmas fic! It kinda ran away with me, but I loved the idea of secret Santa and thought it would be fun to play around. Writing from Marc’s pov was cute and different and overall I’m so happy and pleased with the way this turned out. It was my gift to everyone who has helped build our fandom, in appreciation for all of their hard work!

The One Where Milan Piqué Saves the Day (completed): Leo kept reaching for his teammates, kept trying to move towards the tunnel, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move. People kept coming, kept grabbing him, kept slamming into him.

And now Leo can't breathe, bodies pressed against him on all sides, everyone trying to get a piece of him--no matter the cost.

Gen, words: 2246, rating: General Audiences

Inspired by real life events. Also by the adorableness that is Milan Piqué.

Orange is the new Blaugrana (wip): Neymar doesn't expect to witness a murder on his first day.

Leo/Neymar, Leo/Cristiano, Leo/Luis, Cristiano/James, Rafinha/Dani, words: 77414 (currently), rating: Explicit for violence (currently)

(Also translated into Russian by Kotokoshka. Can be found on AO3 or ficbook.net)

I don’t know how to explain this one, except somehow all of these footballers have things in their lives that I am perfectly able to twist to fit criminals. Dani Alves? Killed someone with a banana. Gerard Piqué? Killed a pop star. Jordi Alba? Stole a Ferrari. This one is dark, but it’s filled with little easter eggs here and there. I thought about making a list, but I like to imagine readers will catch most of them if they know their footballers well enough! Barca and Real players are the main focus, along with players from national teams of Brazil, Argentina, Colombia, Spain, Portugal... I’m having fun writing this and I hope people are having fun reading it. Now officially my longest story.

Poke Me Once, Shame On You (completed):

It’s almost as if he’s dreaming. As it goes by, he reaches out and pokes it. And he watches incredulously as his finger sinks into one of those plump cheeks.

And then Messi squeaks.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 1483, rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Do I really need an excuse to write about Leo’s ass? No, I do not.

Reading the Signs of My Body (completed): "Tired," Leo admits, raising his towel to wipe his forehead when he feels some more water trickling from his hairline. "But it's a good tired, you know?" Arda peers back at him curiously, and Leo laughs. "I'm glad I stayed late, is all." He pulls off the towel around his neck so he can bend over and rub at his hair.

When he straightens up, Arda is still watching him.

Leo licks his lips, knowing his cheeks are flushed. "What?" he asks self-consciously. He tosses the damp towel into a bin and tries to smooth down his hair, thinking that it must be sticking up in all directions.

Leo/Arda, words: 1988, rating: Explicit

There isn’t enough ardessi out there, that’s all I’m saying. Short and smutty, but a little sweetness too.

Something Pretty (completed): Leo's unable to control the exasperated smile that comes to his face. "Dani talks a lot of shit for someone who never says anything."

Neymar's pointy teeth appear as he grins from ear to ear. "I bet he's right, though. I bet people would line up to bid on it and you could make some serious dough." He looks down at the floor, mumbling something under his breath about the "stone of D10S," before he peers up at Leo through his lashes. He looks serious, moving his thumb over Leo's knee, slowly, and when he next speaks, the mirth is gone from his voice. "If you did, would you buy me something pretty?"

Leo/Neymar, words: 2823, rating: Mature

This was after somebody spit on Leo at the airport. I wanted something happy, something sexy, something funny... something neymessi. I don’t write nearly enough neymessi.

Sometimes Words Aren't Enough (wip): He and Leo have always been very cordial. Their relationship is as good as one that a goalie and a forward from an opposing team can have. Joe respects Leo's immense ability, as well as the fact that Leo never intentionally tries to hurt him when they play. He wishes he could say the same for some of the other strikers he's up against. And Leo has always been very complimentary of Joe's skills, both in the little moments after the game when they exchange pleasantries, as well as when he's interviewed.

But that little bit of small talk doesn't explain why Leo's here.In his hotel room.

Alone.

Leo/Joe Hart, words: 2210, rating: Explicit

Bit of a rare pair with this one. I really loved the way Joe Hart talked about Leo after the champions league games... And then there were the pictures of them together, talking, hugging, helping each other up. I just thought they went together. I’ve stalled on this one, which I hate. That said, it’s mainly going to be smut, if I ever finish it.

Thinking Out Loud (completed): “Fucking Agüero,” Ney yells, having apparently finished stomping around. He’s back from the trainers himself, having gotten a brace for his knee. “Why doesn’t he just fucking go play for Independiente already?” He’s apparently talking to Luis, but the other man just shakes his head and continue to get dressed. “Needs to take his fat ass back to fucking Argentina like the washed-up player that he is.”

Leo feels his blood start to boil. He yanks his sock on roughly, ignoring the way it pulls at the bandages. “Stop it,” he says, his voice cutting through the room and silencing the rest of the chatter. “Don’t talk about him like that.” He knows Neymar is upset, knows that Kun’s partly to blame for their loss, but he doesn’t want to hear anything more.

Leo/Kun, words: 3407, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Just an excuse to write some kunessi hurt/comfort. A little jealous Neymar, but it ends happily for everyone.

Tomorrow is Another Day (completed): Cristiano complained for so long that eventually Sergio tuned him out.

They'd all wearily filed off of the plane and onto their bus, with Sergio being quick to choose a seat next to Karim in order to avoid Cristiano. Gareth happened to be the unlucky soul that got stuck with Cristiano's complaining then. And now that they're back at the Bernabéu, Sergio has no intention of getting trapped again.

He makes a beeline for the door, eager to go inside, drop off some of his stuff, and then head for his car. He can hear Cristiano getting off of the bus behind him, but Sergio lengthens his stride and practically shoves Isco and James ahead so they can get inside. But they’ve only gotten down the hallway before his teammates come to a complete stop in front of him.

“Keep going,” Sergio says, pushing them aside so he can cut through the lounge area and get out of here. But the words die in his throat as he takes a step forward.

Because there, in front of him on the floor, is a toddler.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 1547, rating: General Audiences

This is pure baby fluff. I adore kid fic and baby fluff is the best kind. And seriously, Mateo Messi’s adorableness needed to be explored :)

Where Were You (completed): He'll come," Leo says to the empty room.

It's the same thing he repeats to himself, four hours later.

Leo/Cristiano, words 14398, rating: Mature

(Also translated into Russian on AO3, or ficbook.net by Kotokoshka,)

Based off a facebook post that Leo made and deleted. And on the fact that Barca were kicked out of the champions league, while Real Madrid and Cristiano went through. I quite like this one. A little angsty. Okay, very angsty.

Who's Afraid of Sergio Ramos? (completed): Sergio, in the act of imitating a dive by one of their opponents, falls backwards out of his chair and crashes into the lamp on the bedside table. Andrés jerks awake, knocking Cesc's phone out of his hands, and Xavi and Iker burst out laughing. Sergio's rolling on the floor in an attempt to right himself, and the lamp, when he hears Gerard talking in the midst of all the laughter.

"Can you believe Leo's afraid of this guy?"

Sergio manages to get to his feet. He brushes imaginary dust off of his shirt and pants, attempting to save some of his dignity.

The lamp is a lost cause.

But those words echo in his head. "What did you say?" he asks, directing the question over towards where Gerard is sitting nursing a bottle of beer. He's sure he must have heard wrong.

Gen (Leo/Cristiano if you squint?), words: 5669, rating: General Audiences

This is another one of my very early fics, and a rare gen one. It features a good-hearted Sergio and a nervous Leo. Bonus baby Thiago. I have a soft spot for this one.

Winners Take it All (completed): Leo moves to kneel on the foot of the bed facing Cristiano. He's left his crucifix on, and it swings against his chest as he moves. He leans his weight back on his arms, effortlessly propping himself up on the bed, and spreads his thighs. His eyes are dark and knowing as they gaze at Cristiano, waiting.

Barcelona may have lost the game, but no one would ever know it looking at Leo.

Cristiano's mouth waters at the sight. He's glad he remembered to put the black sheets on. Leo's pale skin is gorgeous against them. His fingers itch to touch every inch of that skin. To put his lips to that throat. But he calms himself. There's plenty of time. And he has to wait for the others.

(Originally written for a prompt at the kink meme.)

Leo/Cristiano, Leo/multi, words: 15936, rating: Explicit

Now translated into Chinese by interpreter_Fiona

Okay, so if I’m not known for 5xNeymar, I’m probably known by this. Yep, a gangbang fic. This was my second fic after the massage one, and like many others, I started out on the kink meme where the prompts are decidedly dirty. This fic gets violent, but I still really like the first and last chapters because I think the Leo/Cristiano interaction is really good.

Unfinished Business (the sequel, completed): This is the long awaited sequel to "Winners Take it All." I'm aware that the previous story is not necessarily everyone's cup of tea, what with the particular tags and subject matter.

That said, if you're just interested in Leo and Cristiano's storyline, I recommend reading the first and last chapters of "Winners Take it All" before reading this. You'll get the gist without having to deal with other pairings or potentially triggery material.

(Of course, if you haven't already, please let me know what you thought of it. As I said recently, the final chapter of "Winners Take it All" is my most favorite Cris/Leo scene out of everything I've written!)

Leo/Cristiano, implied Geri/Gareth, implied Gareth/multi, words: 18275, rating: Explicit

A lot of people asked for a sequel to Winners, and I had left it open for one, so after another clasico, I finally wrote it. I like to tell people that even if the first fic weirded them out, they can still read this one. But I don’t know if anyone really believes me. But I love the Cris/Leo action in this one, and there’s bonus baby Sasha and Milan as well as domestic Geri.

Without You, Or, Leo's Real Response to the Ronaldo Movie Trailer (completed): "A little birdie told me you're in it a lot longer than five seconds," Geri says, hands moving to tug on Leo's hair. His obnoxious grin subsides into something more genuine as Leo looks at him upside down.

"What little birdie?" Leo asks, as Geri begins to play with his ears. "Will you stop that!" he hisses, trying to pull his head away. "What little birdie?" he repeats, when Geri doesn't answer right away.

"Me," says a familiar voice from the doorway, behind Leo.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2108, rating: General Audiences

I wrote this after I saw the movie trailer for Ronaldo’s movie. It’s fairly short and achingly sweet. Featuring an incredibly caring Cristiano. Heart eyes.

You Can't Have Your Cake and Eat it Too (completed): Kun's enjoying his cake so much actually, that he nearly misses the fact that Leo's not eating his. Kun freezes, cake jammed in his mouth, as he eyes Leo's plate from across the table. To anyone else it would appear that several bites have been taken, as the piece is cut in a few places and the frosting is mashed in as if pressed by a fork. But as Kun continues to watch Leo, continues to watch him talk to the others at the table, smile at their jokes, laugh as if he's enjoying himself... Kun sees Leo's fork play with his food.

And never, never, does Leo raise that fork and take a bite.

Leo/Kun, words: 1970, rating: Mature

Written after articles surfaced saying that a Barca club member mentioned Leo liked pizza a little too much. Also do I really need an excuse to write kunessi? do I really need an excuse to write kunessi? I wrote a sad little ficlet at first but then gave in and wrote a second chapter to give everyone (including myself) that happy ending.

You See The Stars But They Just See The Sky (wip) cowritten with @piquedly : This was not how Cristiano expected his vacation to go.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 10341, rating: Mature

Ever since Leo grew that beard, I knew I wanted to write a lumberjack AU. And then I was thrilled to bits that Ash asked me to write with her. This is the result. We’re still working on it, but I’m very excited about what we’ve done so far :) Also, come on, Leo as a lumberjack!! Who wouldn’t want to read that?? Admittedly a little stalled with the two of us in different time zones and with very different schedules.

You Think You're Going to Win the Treble (wip): "You can fuck me if we win the treble."

The Leo/Cristiano version.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 9308, rating: Explicit

While I was stuck with the Neymar version of this story, the Cristiano version just seemed to come out a lot easier. Bonus Junior, because that kid is seriously adorable. Also, bonus Antonella? Who I don’t write a lot (if ever?) and I wanted to try to do her justice.

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I Have A Better Idea: heeeey I hope you're having a beautiful time, specially after el clasico 😊 I was wondering if you could write something about neymessi facetiming in the dressing room after lio's goal, that was so cute and heartwarming :) thank youuu (For Anon)

Neymar’s Picture: You should write something about that Picture Lio post on facebook like, idk, how does the person that took it felt about capturing that beautiful and vulnerable man in just a photo and then seeing that Lio himself post it!! That'll be soooo romantic Bonus points if it's a neymessi😘 (For Anon)

Untitled Sad Kunessi: Could you post your sad kunessi fic, pleaseeeeee? :)) (For Anon, and originally @piquedly )

Untitled Neymessi drabble: Please post a neymessi drabble :) (For Anon)

Untitled Fluffy Kunessi: Can i ask for a really fluffy kunessi fic/drabble after Kun's red 😰. I think we all need something to make us feel better and your fics always do that. (For Anon, and originally @piquedly )

Neymar Thinks Leo’s Perfect: UGH how dare you this is perfect (For @luchorgasm )

Untitled Neymessi Car Incident: Neymessi drabble to comfort me ?? 😢😢 (about this morning incident -car) (For Anon)

Neymar Keeps the Car (sequel to above): ok tis cute but now you need to answer the real questions. Does he keep the car? (For @princesasophie )

Neymessi Make up Sex (sequel to above): is there make up sex or no? (For @captainmessi)

Cuddling Neymessi: Hiiii !!!!!! LEOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOAL AND ASSIST !!!!! So happy 😍😍. Can you write a neymessi drabble where they cuddle, I would love to see them just cuddling while talking, so simple under a warm blanket 😍😍👏🏼👏🏼🙏🙏 (For Anon)

Untitled Flying to Brazil Neymessi: NEYMESSI ❤️☺️(For Anon)

Untitled Kunessi with Leo Airsick: There was a News story saying that Leo was feeling sick during the flight to Colombia and i want a kunessi fic about this situation so bad, with an overprotective Kun and a Leo who is trying to downplay how bad he feels but Kun sees right threw him. I cant write for shit so please please someone write this??? (For Anon)

Cris/Leo with a goofy Cris: (For @purpleyulin)

Untitled Kunessi w Masche: (For @barca-is-bae-tbh ) Can you write a Kunessi drabble where Masche is the third wheel on their date? Haha I hope you enjoy writing this! :)

Same Taste in Argentines: Marcelo/Leo drabble (For @purpleyulin )

ÀnimsRafinha: (Later posted on AO3) (For myself) The Brazukas after Rafinha’s injury in 2015.

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