#google is lying to me and i am worried

[formulafics]

❀ NEW DESIRE | MV1

SCENARIO: you and max are childhood friends. despite claiming a platonic relationship - or rather, not claiming a romantic one, fans are certain that there’s more to what you both have, especially when max openly simps for you on streams, and most definitely when his private account gets leaked.

PAIRING: max verstappen x fem!reader

AN: i am so sorry this has taken me so long to get to! that being said, i hope you still enjoy it! thank you for your patience and your request 🫶🏻 also i did use google translate for the dutch part so if you speak dutch im so sorry LMFAO

as always, a shoutout to @renarots because these fics truly would not be as good without their input. <3

if you saw me change the title, no you didn’t

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grandprixsandgossip for a long time, fans of max verstappen have questioned his relationship with childhood friend yn ln. recently, the formula one drivers’ private instagram account posts were leaked after a fan somehow was accepted to follow his private account, which features many pictures of him and yn, dating all the way back to 2014.

you can find the archive of his posts on our website by following the link in our bio. while we weren’t able to gather every comment and like, we were able to get a majority of the posts!

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formulaverstappen okay so this is pure he-said-she-said, but apparently on the holidays post, max’s sister commented “just friends? 😉” and max responded with the 😳 emoji I AM SICK

rizzciardo anyone who still thinks they’re just friends is LYING to their self

lnnation haunted by the fact that yn learned dutch for max and she helped him learn english

formulanorriz if he doesn’t ask her out at this rate, IM GOING TO

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maxemillianv goede race, nog betere mensen ❤️ of moet ik zeggen persoon haha (great race, even better people or should i say person haha)

ynln zoveel liefde voor jou. ik ben zo trots op je ❤️🏆 (so much love for you. i’m so proud of you. )

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maxemillianv happy holidays 🎄

victoriaverstappen just friends? 😉

It’s funny, the way Max is. He’s blunt all the time, but this is different. A part of you is worried that maybe he’s upset, that perhaps something like this will be the reason you and him stray apart - you can’t imagine it. The thought of being anything but with Max matches your chest tighten, and even though you’d like to think that isn’t the case, you can’t be sure.

The wait for Max to arrive at your house is almost torturous. Your mind is racing, and by the time you hear his car pull up, you’re damn near shaking out of your skin. He doesn’t even have to knock or ring the doorbell - hell, he’s barely out of the car when you open your front door and step outside. You study his body language, trying to determine what exactly to expect. You just can’t clock it. With a sharp inhale, you lock your door and then make your way towards the car.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, uncertainty making your voice waver. “Yes,” Max responds simply. It’s a genuine yes, and in fact, he sounds almost happy. Your brows furrow in confusion as he opens the passenger side door for you, and you genuinely don’t think you could be more puzzled. You press your lips together as he returns to the drivers seat and starts the car again, not waiting to pull out of the driveway.

“Max, you’re scaring me,” you say. Scared isn’t the right word, but it’s something along those lines. His eyes stay on the road, yours are fixed on his face, still trying so desperately to read him. He glances at you, offers a small smile, then reaches over to grab your hand. He intertwined your fingers, assuring you that there’s nothing to worry about. It’s still odd - the whole situation, but that does make you feel more relaxed.

It’s quiet for longer than you’d like it to be. Aside from the radio, which is on a low volume, and the smooth rumble of the vehicle, it’s silent.

Finally, Max speaks. “I’m not worried about the posts,” he says, glancing at you for the second time. You find yourself wishing he could look at you for longer, a weird feeling washing over you as his eyes return to the road. He squeezes your hand subconsciously, his thumb soothing over the back of it. “Seriously?” you almost forgot to respond, but at the last minute, you remember his statement. “Seriously,” Max hums. The smile returns to his lips, and much to your relief, he expounds.

“Sure, it’s not ideal, but at the same time,” he pauses, and you can tell he’s trying to think of how to describe it. He chuckles briefly, “The only way to put it is that it’s made me realize that you’re so much more than a good friend.”

You’re still stumped. Now, you’re realizing that you don’t even know where Max is taking you - not that you’re worried about it, but the whole situation is just so strange, especially for you and Max. Thus, you remain silent, eyes never leaving him. You’re waiting for him to say something else, and he’s waiting for you to respond, assuming that you’d understand what he’s saying. Hes the first to realize that you don’t understand, and amused smile playing on his lips at your confusion. “Hold on, you’ll know what I mean when we get there,” He says, and this is somehow so Max, but not him at all, leaving you to sit silently, at least a million thoughts filling your mind.

Max pulls into a parking lot, and it only takes you a moment to realize you know where you are. You’ve been here with him once before, and you still remember that night so vividly. That was the first - and only - time you had ever questioned your feelings for Max. Any other time, you never had to think about how you felt. You knew you were happy with him, and it was the same for him. You didn’t need to know if you loved him, and he didn’t need to know if he loved you.

Now that the memories are coming back to your mind, it begins to dawn on you, what Max said. Regardless, you stay quiet and let him guide you into the club, hand still in his. He takes you to the very spot you both sat the first night you came here, and this time, rather than an empty booth and table, there’s a large bouquet of white roses sitting atop the table, a small note folded beside them. You aren’t sure what to say, or what to do. Your eyes flicker between the roses, the note, and Max, who carefully pulls you closer, his free hand now resting on the small of your back.

“I’ll give you the choice - you can read the card or I can relay it to you,” he says. You choose what first comes to mind. “Relay it to me.” Max nods, then turns you to face him, his hands on your waist. Instinctively, you place yours on his shoulders. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, and even though you’re certain that his words are the briefest summary of what’s in the card, you can’t be bothered. A smile takes over your expression and you nod. Max smiles too, pulling you into a tight hug.

The rest of the night, you continued on like you would have had he not asked you to be his girlfriend. There was no need for things to be different. In fact, the only thing that would change from here would be the pure admiration you both have always had for one another, and that was perfectly fine with you. Somewhere along the line, a certain friend showed up, and you did eventually read the card.

Safe to say, Max’s recap of the words written in the card were indeed brief. Your heart is happy knowing that only you would see such a soft, loving side of him, and only you would be able to clearly picture your best friend- boyfriend, all mushy as he writes the card.

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landonorris okay i guess we don’t do photo creds anymore 😒

⤷ maxverstappen1 👍📸

ynln so much love for you always. ❤️

⤷ maxverstappen1 ❤️🔄

⤷ formulaverstappen IS THIS HIS WAY OF SAYING THAT BACK TO YN??? THERE ARE REAL TEARS IN MY EYES

victoriaverstappen very ‘just friends’ of you

⤷ maxverstappen1 👀

⤷ mv331lvr YALL EITHER GET THIS OR YOU DONT IM GOING INSANE

ln4nation THE FACT THAT LANDO TOOK THESE AND WAS THERE WITJ THEM IM GAGGED

papayabull YN AND MAX CONFIRMED DATING THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

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Thank you for reading! 🌷

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[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Not sure if this is how I send you asks but could you do a König x male baker reader? Like a fluff story? Like at some point Konig realizes he's in love with the sweet baker? If not that's fine too 🫶🏾🫶🏾 please?

Sweet Tooth

König x Male!Baker!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and König being clueless about his feelings (Tags apply differently. Jokes about suicide, meant to be read with a light heart)

Pronouns for reader: you, he/him, reader is implied male

A/N: I really appreciate this opportunity to write for a character I haven't really written for or considered writing for in the past. I’ve also never written for a male reader before, so thanks so much for this ask! I’m also a firm believer that König drinks an unhealthy amount of hot chocolate. We’re talking 4+ cups on a normal day. I was given the idea and it kind of spiraled. He’s also shy and very pookie-coded here, I think.  Let me know if any of the German is wrong, I relied heavily on Google Translate for this. Also if I missed anything. I’ve read this so many times that the words are melting together and I just needed to post it. Sorry this took so long, I’ve been sick and it’s kicked my ass.

It was a bit of a shock, the first time he walked into the bakery. At almost seven feet tall, how could he not be a shock? 

Ding. The soft tinkle of the bell above the door alerts you to the presence of the morning’s first customer. You glance up, and the smile drops from your face, then immediately reappears. 

“Good morning! Take your time with the menu, and let me know when you’re ready to order.” Your voice cuts through the silence. “I’m going to go take some muffins from the oven, but I'll be back soon. Let me know when you're ready, alright?”

“Ja.” A man’s deep rumble sounded from under his dark veil. You notice his head tip back up toward the chalkboard menu as you slip through the swinging doors to the kitchen. 

When you return, holding a tray of still-warm muffins, he looks to you. “Bitte, ah, please, may I order?”

“Mhm,” you hum in response, your chest buzzing with the vibrato. “What would you like?” The air is filled for a moment with the quiet sound of each muffin tapping onto the glass display plate. 

“May I have a- a blueberry scone, and a medium, ah, large, hot chocolate, please?” He asks. You notice him picking at his gloves and shrinking down as if trying to appear smaller than he is. 

Maybe he’s shy. The thought makes you smile inwardly. “Yup. I’ll get those for you. Sorry for the wait, it’s just me this morning.” 

“Die Stille [hush], it is- do not worry. It is no problem.” 

Oh my god, he really is shy. 

“For here, or to go?” 

“To go. Danke.”

Several minutes later, you raise a hand in a slight wave as he leaves, paper bag and steaming cup clutched in one gargantuan mitt. “Have a good day.”

“Ja. You as well,” he replies. 

It becomes routine, after a while. At first, it was about once a week. Then, it was a few times. Now, Monday through Saturday, he’s the first customer in the bakery, often causing the bell to ring as soon as you flip the sign. 

It’s a typical Tuesday morning, about a month after he started coming in. You’ve already opened the door, he’s received his usual order, and you’re curious. “What’s your name?” You ask, the urge to inquire obscuring any boundaries you might cross. 

He considers lying for a moment, but you’ve been kinder than most. Always assisting him whenever you could, treating him like a human, not like an apathetic war machine. 

“König,” he answers. 

“König,” you repeat. “Isn’t that German for ‘king’? Are you German?” You can’t keep the questions in. They fall from your lips before you recognize that what you’ve asked is invasive. He’s a customer. He’s here to get cocoa and a scone, not be bombarded by questions he might not even want to answer. 

But the man seems unfazed. “Ja, it is German. However, I am from Austria, not Germany.” 

Thank god for those Duolingo lessons, you think. 

“Oh. I’m sorry for all the questions so suddenly, but what do you do for work? Do you work around here?” The embarrassment you felt at the barrage of questions leaving your lips ebbs, and you feel more comfortable asking them now. 

“Ah, well,” he hesitated. “I am a Marine. I am a colonel. I work on the KorTac base, just outside of the city.” He checked his watch, then looked back up to you. “I’m sorry. I have to go, now. It was good speaking with you. Ah, goodbye.” 

It seems rushed, but you think little of it. He’s just shy. 

“Oh, yeah. Of course. See you tomorrow.” 

“Ja, I will be here.”

Tomorrow comes and goes. As does the next day. And the next, and so on. You don’t ask any more questions, as he seemed to leave hastily the last time. 

But he wishes you would. Why did I not ask one of him? I want to know more about the man, the little voice in the back of his head tells him. 

Weeks pass. He returns again. And you’re feeling brave.  

“König?” Your voice accompanies the sound of the paper bag as he grabs the top. “Would you, uh…” You trail off. 

“Would I what, der Nachtisch [sweets, dessert]?” 

“Would…” You had a hard time getting the words out. Your palms begin to sweat against the counter, and everything seems to be amplified tenfold. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?” You blurt. 

König is silent for a moment. Then, “Dinner?”

“Uh- yeah. With me.” You wish you could see under the veil, as he doesn’t answer. It seems like hours before König’s head tilts back upward to you. 

A small smile grows on his face, not that you can see it. He finally speaks, and his voice is soft. “Ja. I would like that, very much. Thank you.”

He doesn’t understand why his neck feels hot. His ears. His cheeks. His face is on fire and he doesn’t know why. 

You breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t reject me. He wants to go to dinner. 

Shit. He wants to go to dinner.

“Cool, cool. What, uh, what kind of food do you like?” You ask casually, as if talking about the weather. As if you hadn’t just asked Colonel Colossus to grab a whole ass meal with you. 

He thinks for a moment before responding. “I quite enjoy anything. I am in favor of the foods of my Austrian background, though I am sure you are much more accustomed to those of your home. The choice is yours, mein Täubchen [my dove].” 

“Uh, well, it’s not Austrian, but there’s a little German restaurant a few blocks from here.”

Why did he ask me to choose? “If that’s okay.” 

König smiles, though his glowing cheeks remain obscured by the veil. “That sounds perfect, Mein Schatz [my dear].”

Your face lights up. “Great. When are you free?”

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[plussizeappreciationfics]

OS: Cozied up

Requested?    Yes  l   No

By: Yours truly

Pairing: M'baku x Plus sized reader

Summary: a serious decision was made by you and your husband

Warning(s): NSFW, 18+ONLY, unprotected sex, oral sex

Picture(s) found on: Pinterest/Google

A/N: Just bear with me please, it's been a long ass while....

"Baby..." you moaned, resting your head against your pillow while your eyes focused on the giant ceiling mirror. The sight of M'baku lying in between your spread legs, his head buried between your soft and big thighs made another delightful shiver run down your spine.

Your lover moaned your name, lifted his head so he could see your reaction and let out a soft chuckle when realizing that you were admiring the deliciously naughty view . In a blink of an eye, he was back to devouring you, his soft plump lips sucking on your wet folds while humming gently. You couldn't help but grin while continuing to moan and shiver in delight.

"My queen, you are a true beauty" the King spoke, having released your drenched inner lips before licking all over your swollen and sensivitve clit. "If it wouldn't be for these damn royal responsibilities, I'd feast on you all day".

Your husband moaned before taking a break and gently ordering you to look at him. "Yes, my love?" you innocently asked, silently being relieved for the small break as the sensational pleasure was slowly becoming too much for you.

"There's a war ahead, and I don't know whether I will come back..." his furrowed eyebrows instantly made you worried as you knew where this topic was going. "My king..." a sigh left your lips as you collected your thoughts, "I know what you're trying to say and...I am ready...I want this just as much as you want to..." you confessed while your heart skipped a beat, waiting for your husband's worried facial expression to change.

It took him a few seconds to let your words sink in but once they did. his eyes sparkled with pure joy and excitement while he climbed his way back up to you. "Marvelous!" M'baku happily exlaimed befor wrapping his giant arms around your thick waist and getting comfortable in between your spread legs. He leaned his head down before his delcious lips melted against yours, moving in such a delightful yet intimate way that it made your head spin for just a second. You felt the love radiating off him while wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

You knew that your decision would help your kingdom as much as your husband, but was also a wish you had been keeping a secret for a little while. But now, Wakanda was on the point of being destroyed completely, it was only a matter of time before your kingdom would suffer the same losses and damages. You only hated that the decision couldn't wait for at least another year as you didn't want to go through it all alone, mourning...

"Please come back to me, my love" you whispered once your lips let go of one another, a painful ache suddenly taking over your chest. "Please promise me that we will do this together".

"Of course I promise this to you, my life. I want to do this with you, it will be a beautiful time for us. I promise, my queen".

Hearing those words alone was enough to reassure you that your husband would fight for his life and return to you, your home and your family.

"Let's do it" you whispered, your voice shaking a little bit as your emotions were getting more intense by the second.

"Honour me, yourself and our kingdom with an heir. Our child" you begged desperately before smashing your lips together, the lust and love taking over you while your hands slid down M'baku's back to his buttcheeks. You squeezed them tighly while his hard cock already was wriggling its way between your entrance and clit, the motion making you moan in his mouth.

"Fuck me" you begged in between the heated kisses, pushing your whole body closer to your husband's, not a piece of paper being able to fit in between. "Your wish is my command, ,my queen" was all he whispered before aligning the tip of his cock at your entrance, pushing in quickly and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Yes!" you screamed when your inner walls happily welcomed the stretching, every inch sinking inside of you until you were completely filled. Your juices gathering around the cock, sucking it in and warmly holding it hostage deep inside of you.

Your eyes slowly opened and focused on the beautiful view again. It was glorious and almost addicting being able to feel and witness this intimate and loving moment with your husband while admiring his beautiful body tangled together with yours.

M'baku let out a soft hum before he started moving his hips, snapping them against yours and making the tip of his cock meet your G spot with every movement. The pleasure was almost overwhelming as you held onto him for dear life, closing your eyes and throwing your head back while arching your back to take him in even deeper than before. He belonged to you and you belonged to him. You were made for each other, made to expand your family of two to three.

"Don't stop, you feel so good" you begged desperately, the sounds of your loud moans and whimpers echoing through your bedroom but you didn't care as nobody outside of the room would be able to hear it. This was your moment, your worship.

Your husband was a moaning mess too, trying to delicately lick his way up and down your neck and cheek while huffing and puffing, describinng your pussy in the most naughty, yet amazing way. Shudders kept overwhelming your body, the ecstasy rippling through you and helping you to reach that high.

The motions of two of your bodies together only increased by the minute, the two of you being desperate to reach your highs and hopeful conceive your child.

Without any warning, M'baku shot up and flipped you over on all fours. The surprised gasp didn't was quickly replaced by a loud moan of yours when you felt him slip inside you again, your juices dripping down your thick thighs.

"You're so beautiful, look at you" your husband praised while he plowed away, his strong hands having a tight grip on your wide hips. All you could do was try to match his hectic rhythm by moving your hips against his but you failed, miserably. Tonight, he was gonna fuck you and not give you a chance to play your own tricks on him.

"I-I'm close" you whimpered once you felt your inner walls tightening up, a delicious knot forming in the pit of your stomach while your G spot was being spoiled all that time. Your legs started shaking as the pleasure started to tingle from your head all the way to your toes. The helpless pleads for your husband to fuck you harder edging him towards the high too.

It wasn't long after your warning that you suddenly felt breathless, the delightful knot only becoming tighter before it snapped, your orgasm rippling over your body and mind. "My king!" you wheezed weakly, shaking intensly with every tight clench of your inner walls while you felt the warm squirts of cum fill you up. This is magical.

"I love you" the two of you kept crying out to one another while your bodies tried to get through the intense orgasms, the spasms and tingles exploding. The sweatbeads had made their way trickling down your damp skin. By the time M'baku had slowly slipped out of you and admired the creamy mess that was leaving your open entrance, your head already had hit the pillow and you were trying to catch your breath, silently hoping that your baby was conceived.

"Rest my love, we have a few more rounds to go tonight" was all you heard while the warmth of the silk sheets surprised you as your king tucked you in. Your legs felt like jello and fatigue was already taking over your body as you hummed in response before slipping into unconsciousness being so happy.

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[wallf1ower]

Y’all ever just

I swear, at this point my default IDE is the Notes app!

I love coding but I am so so lazy and held back by executive dysfunction; often, I want to work on a problem that’s rattling around in my head, but getting off the couch to get my laptop and start feels simply impossible.

So, I bust out my smartphone and jot down my ideas or write a few (untested) functions.

Not only does it allow me to just get started, rather than fighting myself for the willpower to “officially” get up, go to my desk, get focused and start working, (which often feels like a dreaded chore even though I always enjoy my time spent programming) it also takes a lot of the pressure off. Since it’s the Notes app rather than a real coding environment, I don’t worry about formatting or syntax mistakes or any mistakes, really, since there won’t be any error messages popping up until I can test the code later.

For me, I find this a really effective way both to get started without the dread and pressure, and to give myself the time and space I need to think through my own solution; predict what errors will come up from this code, and see if I can’t figure out how to solve it (or at least jot down some things to google later).

I find that programming is so creative, and like all creative endeavours, I am at my best doing it in a stress-free, nonchalant environment. It is easiest for me to brainstorm creative solutions, or even just think clearly, when I don’t feel intimidated. For me, this often results in me doing my best work in places where I don’t have access to a computer, or sometimes even internet: at the dog park, in the bath/shower, or lying on the couch high as a kite while I watch TV. (Yes, I sometimes use my phone in the shower. I am hopeless Gen-Z trash. I know.)

Thank you, iPhone. I hate you and I hate your company and everything it stands for. But, I get a lot of my best work done because of you :]

I wish I had a better solution than this, because like I just said, I hate the iPhone and I want to get rid of it, but I’m still too dependent on it right now. The smart phone just feels like a direct portal to my brain, that nothing else I’ve tried has been able to replicate.

Anyone else here struggle with executive dysfunction? How do you cope with it? If anyone does have any advice, tips, tricks, or ideas for me, I’d really appreciate it :]

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[slytherinqueenrose]

You know what?

Fuck it

I can’t stand it anymore

This whole Percy thing is going too far.

I am a victim of SA, take it in your mind

And I get the whole idea of supporting another victims and “you always have to believe the victim”

But you know what’s wrong in this case? Those girls were clearly caught LYING several times.

First one when they said how shocked they were when they saw him in Wednesday. At last they had no fucking idea that he was popular and then BOOM! Someone found their old instastory and it became clear that they have been watching another show with him before.

Secondly, they said he was a racist because of this certain video where he was using slur words or however I’m supposed to call it. It came out it was his role.

Not to mention the fact that the girls are blocking EVERYONE who tries to dig a bit deeper. Why if they’re so sure of their version?

I had not been a big fan of Percy at first, I preferred the serie Xavier but after digging and getting to know him better I got furious to say the least. I support REAL victims of SA but those girls are like a total zero for me. Truth to be told I’m sorry.

I remember this one horrific day when I almost got rapped by a member of my family. Yes, family. His hands were everywhere, especially where they mustn’t have been. I reported it immediately, the minute I escaped. I have to live with this trauma and here they are, lying all over internet that the boy who was popular af had to throw the parties to sleep with them like cmon💀 we all know now that those parties were thrown for everyone, not only them. Those chat screenshots? Go to google and type “fake instagram chat” and here you can fake EVERYTHING.

If these girls wanted some fame, they could have gone to any movie casting and start their own career instead of wrecking someone else’s. I believe there are hundreds of castings everyday in Canada.

What I wanted to say is that I stand with Percy, I can see his friends supporting him so am I and those 4.5 million of people who were smart enough to stay with him. I may be disappointed, it’s ok but at least I won’t be the one who’ll come back to him after it’ll become official that he’s innocent.

If you want to write for Percy or Xavier, don’t be shy, your blog is your space and don’t worry about Percy’s slanders. Open your eyes before throwing insults on him instead of on those liars

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[pgavi-jfelixdaily]

POV:In which Gavi is mad because of the world cup loss, and you two get into an argument. Angst, fluff.

a/n- hey y'all, im salvadoran, and english is not my first language so please keep that in mind because i'm not using google translate, so I hope most of this makes sense, i don't double check with google translate. 🫶

It had been a week since FC Barca had gotten eliminated from the world cup. The team, as expected, had been pretty upset, and your boyfriend Gavi, had been even more. It wasn’t unexpected, seeing how determined he was to always win. However, what was unexpected was how far he had taken his anger.  Ignoring you and his teammates almost entirely, avoiding you and barely talking unless it was good morning and good night ‘i love yous’. You had tried talking to him, telling him it wasn’t that big of a deal, especially since he was only 18 and would likely have many world cups to come. He wasn’t convinced. So here you were, on his off day about to attempt to convince him once again it wasn’t that big of a deal, after Pedri told you if you didn’t get him to act right, he would, and it would not look good for him. 

So here you were, getting yourself ready to face the not-so-friendly giant (ik he’s short but go along with me please). You knocked twice on his door, and after hearing a hum in response, you took it as a sign to come in. Opening the door, there was Gavi, lying on the bed, in just joggers and a white tee, on his phone. “Hola mi amor. Como estas?” (Hi my love, how are you?)

On a normal day, he would answer with a smile, and maybe kiss you, the nickname always getting to him. Today was not one of those days. The look on his face sent shivers down your spine. His eyes were red, and he looked beat up. “Hola. Que quieres?” (Hi, what do you want?)

Oh really? You understood now what Pedri and Ansu were referring to when they said he was being whiny and obnoxious, and you weren’t going to lie, but if he wanted to keep up the attitude, you were going to leave him to Pedri. “Look. I get you are upset about the world cup and everything, but the team has moved on, the fans have moved on, and everyone has moved on, and you need to as well. It is killing you to keep going on like this. There will be so many world cups to come for you, but this was your first. Don’t let it be your last with how you're acting.” That last part got to him. 

The look he gave you told you everything. He was furious, he always got mad when someone told him how to act. That was his weakness, he was too determined. Being that determined was not going to get him anywhere with you however, because you were his opposite, you were willing to go against him, and while he loved you, he wasn’t a fan of when you put him right back where he belonged. “No offense, but last time I checked, you’re not the football player here, I am. So leave the emotions and decisions to me, right?” 

Now the anger was boiling through both of your veins. You could feel the heat in the room from the anger that was radiating through the both of you, and while you did not want to cause a big fight, you were not going to be spoken to like that. Not today, and not ever. “No offense Pablo, but your attitude is exactly what makes people underestimate you so much, they don’t think they are playing against Barcelona’s golden boy, it makes them think they are playing against a five year old.” 

He didn’t even answer or reply, he just got up, grabbed a change of clothes from his closet, and went into the bathroom to shower. With a sigh, you picked up your phone, calling Pedri, and explaining the situation to him. He gave you his so called “words of encouragement” but everything went in through one ear, and went right out, because now you weren’t worried about his anger with himself, you worried with his anger towards you. Would he break up with you? Kick you out? Yell at you? A billion thoughts went through your mind, and they stayed. Saying your goodbye’s with Pedri, you sat down on the bed. You weren’t going to cry, but now you were seeing angry, angry with yourself for not being patient enough and upset because of that last comment, it was dumb really, unnecessary, to stoop down to the level of calling him a five year old. You heard the water stop running, and you knew there wasn’t going to be long until you had to face Gavi, so you took your keys from the dresser, and putting on a jacket, left the house. 

You didn’t have a place to go in mind really, just wanted to refresh your thoughts. After around 10 minutes of driving around, your ringtone went off. Gavi. 

“Amor, dónde estás?” (love, where are you?)

“Hola?” (hello?!)

“y/n, donde estás.” (where are you.)

The only reason you chose to head back home was because you felt tired, but you still didn’t answer him, putting your phone on silent. 

Opening the door to you and gavi’s shared flat, and putting the keys on the keyholder, you went in, only to see Gavi typing furiously on his phone. He hadn’t heard you arrive yet, so concentrated on whoever he was texting, but as you picked up your phone you saw at least 10 texts from Gavi, 5 from Pedri, and 3 from your best friend. So as quietly as you could, you took your shoes and jacket off at the door, now only in your socks, leggings, and long sleeve shirt, walking towards him. “Hey.”

The minute he turned around, and his eyes met yours, pity filled you. He was no longer radiating anger as he did when you walked in, perhaps you made that up because you wanted to keep being mad, his eyes looked teary, and he looked upset. His hair was messy but still kind of damp, likely from how much he had ran his hand through his hair in fear and anxiousness that you had left him. He was closer to you now, close enough for his warmth to go into you. You expected him to yell, but instead he wrapped his arms around your waist, tightly embracing you, and you hugged him back. 

You stayed like that for a while, before he softly whispered into your ear, “Perdoname, te amo tanto.” (forgive me, I love you so much.)

And even though he already knew, you still repeated it. “Te amo mucho más.” (I love you so much more) 

a/n- I hope you guys enjoyed this, I wrote half of it during my science class yesterday, and the rest while watching criminal minds.

#gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #gavi #fc barcelona #fc barca #barcelona

[chaoscriess]

Do you write maddy perez x reader. Can you do from enemies to lovers with maddy where maddy was secretly in love with reader the whole time but she wanted to get reader's attention by being mean to her xoxo

oh absolutely. I love this idea sm

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! cussing, insults, reader slaps maddy, kissing, maddy calls reader a homophobic slur >:(, kinda angsty?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

maddy perez x enemy!fem!reader

for as long as you could remember, you had hated maddy perez.

and as far as you knew, she hated you too.

every day, she would go out of her way to shut your locker as soon as you opened it, humiliate you in front of the whole school, and say horrible things to you. she would call you a slut, a whore, and.. a fag.

it hurt. a lot.

she made your life miserable.

and the truth is, you didnt really even hate her

since you first saw her in third grade, you've had a massive crush on the girl, even if you didnt notice it until the next year.

the thing is, she never noticed you.

until fifth grade, when your 'friend' told her that you said she was cute

she took about a day to think about it

and then she started insulting you, saying it was gross that you like girls

she was relentless

until one day when you two were arguing about how she treated you

you had enough. she told you,"you're fucking disgusting! I hope you, and all the other girls you've fucked, go to hell!"

so you slapped her, really fucking hard

you expected her to hit you back, but she didnt.

instead, you saw tears well up in her eyes as she held her cheek in amazement, and she turned around and walked away.

you thought it was weird, why was she acting like that when she was the one that said all those horrible things?

well you see, maddy never meant what she said about you.

in reality, she liked girls too, she just didnt know it yet.

she thought she was gross for thinking about you the way she did.

and when maddy went home that night, she went to her computer and opened google

yeah she definitely took an 'am I gay?' test

or like 17 of them

the results were.... well......

yeah she was gay

like really gay

like.. 'adopting a ton of cats and living in a cottage in the forest with her girlfriend' gay

so, naturally, she avoided everyone for like, three weeks.

but eventually she had to go back to school

and see you

when you saw maddy at school, your heart broke. she looked horrible, like she was two seconds away from dropping dead right in front of you. you didnt regret slapping her, but you couldn't stand seeing her like that so you walked to her locker and asked her if she was alright. she didnt answer you, but she did ask you something.

"do you really like me? like actually?". you were scared, was this just an evil ploy so she could humiliate you once again? you pushed aside your worried thoughts and nodded with your eyes glued to the ground. she let out a small 'wow' and stepped towards you. you looked up in fear, expecting her to hit you, yell at you, anything. but she didnt. instead, she smiled at you and you noticed her red face. she looked to the side and began speaking.

"I um, I'm really sorry.. the only reason I said those things is because.. well, I really like you, I guess. and, like, I guess I was just really jealous of all the other girls you've been with. I didnt even know I was... gay..". you stared at the side of her face with wide eyes, you couldn't believe what she was saying. "you're lying, maddy. I don't believe you." she looked at you and frowned, seeming to be thinking for a moment. she replaced her frown with a slight smile before placing her lips on yours, pulling you closer to her and kissing you gently.

it was hard for her to get used to dating you, a girl, and it was hard for you to get used to all the positive attention all the time

of course, some people weren't happy about your relationship (ahem ahem, nate.)

but you didnt care, maddy was finally yours.

#euphoria x reader #maddy perez x reader #chaos' army #chaos calling! #maddy perez fic #maddy perez #maddy x reader

[greazyfloz]

Currently suffering from cramps and i just want Ethan cuddles

he would be the best bf when you’re on your period

note: I feel like he just wouldn't know what to do but would overthink it lol

Fluff w/ Ethan Edwards

Period Pains

I woke up feeling like shit today. I was on the second day of my period and felt like someone was stabbing me over and over again with a knife. Today, I was supposed to go over to Ethan’s after class but I really don’t want to get up. I decided to just skip my classes today as I probably wouldn’t miss anything anyway. Honestly, I would have been way too uncomfortable to fully take in anything that was going on anyway. 

I decided to try and fall asleep, and sleep is what I found comfort in until my phone started buzzing. I look at the time on my phone and it reads the time of when my first class typically ends, as Ethan’s name pops up on my phone. I groaned ignoring my boyfriend of only a couple months’ call as I was finally comfortable and now I am lying here with the same agonizing, indescribable feeling in my uterus. 

A half hour goes by and I hear someone banging on my door. I roll my eyes and pull my phone out to text my roommate to see if she was expecting someone or if she could answer the door when I see Ethan’s name on my phone: Eddy ❤️‍🔥 : Hey babe, where are you?

Eddy ❤️‍🔥 : Skippin?

Missed Call: Eddy ❤️‍🔥 

Eddy ❤️‍🔥 : Answer babe

Eddy ❤️‍🔥 : Okay I’m coming over

I get up from bed to answer the door. Once I get to the door I swing it open and it reveals just who I thought. “Hey! Are you mad at me?” he asks right away.

“No, come cuddle” I say leaving the front door area and making my way back to my room. Ethan follows me and hops into the bed under the covers with me. I nuzzle my way into his chest and he continues to hold me close.

“You okay? What’s wrong?” Ethan's voice was muffled as his lips were pressed up against the top of my head. 

“I’m in pain, Ethan” I say as if it were obvious

“Where?” Ethan says in a worried tone

“My uterus” 

“Oooooh” 

Ethan holds me close until I fall back asleep before he slips out the door. When I wake I am in the bed alone, but I can hear shuffling around the front door, which is what probably woke me up. Soon my bedroom door opens to show my boyfriend carrying a bunch of stuff in his hands. “Shit. Did I wake you?” he says coming in and setting everything down at the foot of my bed.

“I don’t think so” I say rubbing my eyes

“Well, I called Mackie because I have a brother and he is the only one that has a sister. But, they all laughed at me back at the house so I googled what you would need and it said something you crave so I just stopped and got your favorite, and then another site told me to get chocolate. I also got you flowers because I don’t know I thought you’d want them and I’m suppose to ask if you want a massage” Ethan rambled on ending with a smile.

“you are actually the best” I say leaning up to wrap my arms around him as he sits on my bed, “I don’t need a massage, but thank you” I say laughing

“Anything you need I will do”

“Baby, I’m not dying… Although it feels it” I say laughing, “I just want cuddles”

“I can do that” Ethan says, jumping back into the same spot as before he left, keeping me close.

#ethan edwards #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #umich blurbs

[sweetflanfiction]

Second Chances - Part 8

Universe: Read Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur x reader

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about 1899 is from google, so inacuracies will be plenty. The reader is on the older side, and identifies as a female. Gif by the talented @sweeetestcurse. There's a little funny tidbit at the end of the chapter :D

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

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His eyes looked up and he felt his muscles tense. That single word had such an impact on him that he didn't even know he was holding his breath until Albert spoke again.

"Cattle convoy." The older man said, but Arthur didn't blink. "Some affluent cattle farmer needs his cattle delivered by train to his ranch north of here. Everston agreed to a substantial fee for it. He wants us to help him."

Arthur slowly breathed, hoping it would remain unnoticed by the two other people in the room. Hell, even he wasn't aware he was holding his breath.

"Who's goin'?" You asked, moving the bucket of water you had been using for the dishes.

"Well, Everston obviously, his eldest, myself, Brant…"

"Can I come?" You asked abruptly and Albert laughed.

"You know the answer is no."

"Fine. No hurt in asking." Your eyes landed on the silent Arthur and she squished her eyes, one side of her mouth curled up. "Take him then."

"Hum…could actually be a good idea. What do you say Mr. Callahan?"

Arthur had only been on the other side of the cattle transport. The side that steals it and re-sells it, with the probability of killing the participants. To be honest, knowing the ins and outs of the outlaws may be of use to them. He nodded silently. 

"You alright there?" You asked. Your eyebrows furrowed deep in her face, concern written in them.

"Huh…" He cleared his throat. "Yes, yes! Sorry, I've had some past experiences with that sort of…job."

"Bad ones?" The rough farmer asked.

"Both, I guess."

"It'll be fine Mr. Callahan. We do this often, it's income. It's the first time we work with this feller, but we have some that we tipically work. We just go to town, get them off the train, ride them to their owners and come back."

"No outlaws?" Curiosity had the better of him but, to his surprise, Albert chuckled.

"That's what's worrying you? That you'll get shot?"

"More like if I have to shoot someone…"

The older man's face turned serious for a moment and Arthur thought he'd been found. 

"The law around these parts generally accepts one or two dead outlaws. Especially if they have bounties on 'em. We try not to let it get to that extent, but if it's between them and us, we try to make it all about us."

The small kitchen was silent for a while, the gravity of the topic not escaping anyone. The other two people might have been more reserved in their opinions about killing anyone, but Arthur had done it more times than he could count. And he did it well. Too well sometimes.

"You know how to use a rifle don't you?" Albert asked. His eyebrows raised and a grin on his lips. He knew the answer to that.

"If he doesn't, he could just tackle the bandits to the ground. The man is taller than a lighthouse, probably tougher than a tree trunk." You joked and Arthur felt his cheeks turn red.

"Well, say what's on your mind why don't you?" The older rancher chastised, getting up from his seat on the table and walking out, both Arthur and his daughter following him.

"What? Am I lying?" She turned to Arthur and placed two hands on his upper arm, wrapping them around his muscles, making him stop dead in his tracks. "Look at this!"

"Stop manhandling the help, dear. You're making the man uncomfortable."

You looked up at Arthur. In a nonchalant manner, his eyes slowly moved from your hands to your face. He wasn't uncomfortable, quite the opposite. It felt like a comfortable joke between friends. He tried to stop himself from tensing his muscles under his shirt to see if you would react. However, your face showed you had realized you may have stepped on a line, your smile fading and your hands moving from his arm.

"I'm sorry Mr. Callahan."

It took him a moment to reply, clearing his throat and nodding his head at her and smiling casually.

"No need to be sorry Miss Graham."

She mimicked his smile and patted him on the shoulder, following her father to a room he hadn't been in before. It was just at the bottom of the stairs but he almost never saw it open.

"Come on Mr. Callahan. Let's meet the rest of the land." The older gentleman half shouted from inside what seemed to be his office.

Arthur walked into a sunny room furnished with a couch, a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf filled with books and knick knacks, a desk and a chair. Much like the rest of the house the room was small and cramped, but wasn't uncomfortable. It was cozy and lived in.

You sat on the couch and grabbed a guitar that had been leaning against the wall. You started to strum it as Mr. Graham grabbed a framed map from the wall and placed it on top of his desk.

"Now, this is Captain's Corner." He pointed to the map.

A loose diamond shape was drawn on yellowed paper and divided into five parts: four around the shape and one smaller. The faded names were neatly written on the paper. Some he could make out, others not so much.

The upper part of the diamond seemed to have a small river or trail of water around it. Beyond that some trees were drawn and another dotted line appeared. On the lower part there were some trails with arrows pointing to various locations.

"Now here." He pointed to the top left part of the diamond. " That's us. We have horses, four sheep, and two cows..."

"And the chickens. Don't forget the chickens." You reminded him and Albert nodded.

"And some chickens. We sell sheep's wool, and horses. We've got some crops that we use for whatever we can. Right now we have wheat growing, but that may change. As long as it's hardy it probably grows." 

"We're gonna try potatoes after and maybe have some beehives." You added from behind Arthur still plucking random notes from the guitar.

"Below us is Brant's. Eleanor and Williamson. They have corn crops and Eleanor has a herb greenhouse. They live alone, no kids unfortunately. Mighty fine people. If you ever feel under the weather, go to him. He'll fix you up in no time... You're living proof of that."

He moved his hand to the lower right part of the diamond.

"The Everstons. Bernard and Josie, and about 200 kids…"

"It's just 5." You interrupted again.

"And their 5 kids. Lovely family, loud and warm. You'll meet them soon. He's the cattle owner of the bunch, has more cows than brains sometimes, but he's an excellent man and I trust him to make wise judgements. And here, next to us, we have Mr. Thomson. Tobacco leaves and foul humor, that's what he got." Albert's tone shifted to a less friendly tone as he talked about his neighbor. "He drinks and takes care of the crops. If at all possible don't cross the lines to his propriety. He's as rancorous and he is a good shot."

"Amen. My leg still twitches every time I get near that fence." He could hear the venom in your voice, which was an unfamiliar sound to him.

"And in the middle we have Miss Beatrice Renoir. Widow, her husband came from France, died and she stayed here. She's trying to plant sugar cane and it's succeeded up to now, but we still have to wait and see."

"How about this?" Arthur pointed to the woods above, which have a dashed line running through them.

"Native folk have settled there." Albert said, watching Arthur closely.

"They trouble?" He asked.

"No. Quite the opposite. We all try to help each other."

"Alright then." Arthur stood straight and looked at the older man. “Can I ask a question? Without meaning any offense?”

“Of course.” The rancher straightened up.

“Why is it called Captain’s Corner? It’s clearly not a corner and…” 

“Most of us were War veterans." He laughed. “And some drunk in town decided that we were all captains and that we had taken this corner of the land so…Captain’s Corner…”

Arthur nodded. He felt nervous about this. It was the first honest to God job he had since he could remember.

"You understand everything?" Albert asked, placing the map on the wall again.

Arthur nodded, taking a deep breath.

"When do we leave?"

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Map of the ranch:

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@photo1030 :: @sylum :: @marislittlereadingcorner :: @rratman :: @clevergirl74 :: @aureolinb

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #high honor arthur morgan #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 fanfiction #arthur morgan fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction

[welcometololaland]

2023 in summary - slightly less productive than 2022, with way more speed bumps than usual (lying catatonic in bed for a month was not on the agenda, surprisingly). Here's to a better 2024!

Fandoms: I added to the chaos this year by jumping into Top Gun Maverick, but Ao3 tells me my beloved in 2023 was 911 Lone Star. I also wrote more RWRB fics, so that rounded out the holy trinity.

Total words (on Ao3) in 2023: 404,508 of posted fic (with a few thousand yet to go). 2023 pushed my total word count over 1 million 💜

Total words (unposted, in my Google Docs but written in 2023):

40k approx of Pet Store AU (co-write with @strandnreyes)

14k approx of Call Me (co-write with @rmd-writes)

44k approx of Eurotrip (although I think I only wrote about 15k of that in 2023).

3k of The Ring-In 2.0.

1k of Christmas fic.

31k of 10 Things I Hate About You AU.

11k of Product Placement.

so...like a LOT of unposted WIP.

Most recent fic: a long time ago (we used to be friends)

Longest fic: the fic above at 166k approx (my longest ever! for now...)

Top fic by kudos: Fifty First Dates (the oodie agenda reigns supreme)

Top fic by comments: Cursed is a State of Mind (cursed coffee is a hot topic)

Projects for 2024: Finishing something of the above? If my most recent RWRB fic does okay, maybe I'll dedicate my whole summer to Eurotrip? Idk. I keep running out of steam worrying it's going to be a flop lol.

What I want to read: SO MUCH. guys. I'm so behind. I'm so, so sorry. I need to finish Knave 3 by @liminalmemories21, the Gabriel fic by @wandering-night19, the prompt fills by @strandnreyes, first aid by @heartstringsduet, the angsty fic by @carlos-in-glasses, bottom carlos that came out the other day by @goodways, the food fic by @reyesstrand, fear kidnapped tk fic by @birdclowns, the boxing au (is it out yet?? i'm seriously so pathetic) by @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and legit so many other things that are just not at the top of my mind yet. OH and i am frothing at the mouth to read accidental couples therapy firstprince by @cha-melodius and i heard that @cricketnationrise and maybe someone else wrote a fic about oodies?? @celeritas2997 send me the links!!!!!!! and the percy jackson au by @inexplicablymine @read-and-write- and @happiness-of-the-pursuit. also i never sat down and finished to build a home part 3 @freneticfloetry i owe you that please don't think i've forgotten!!! okay guys do you see how frantic my brain is now? please don't judge me i'm sure there's WAY MORE i'm just forgetting. everyone send me their reading lists!!!!!! i finally have time!!!!! also i'm gonna put @celeritas2997 sweet sweet voice in my ear and listen to her podfic to calm me down. OH AND ALL THE SNOWFLAKS (@everwitch-magiks @clottedcreamfudge @athousandrooms @dustratcentral @three-drink-amy @indomitable-love @villiageidiot @rmd-writes).

Lolaland over and out! (Maybe, maybe there is time in the year for a couple more thousand words...)

#lolaland writes #lolaland 2023 in review #mental breakdown hours #those were the days #hoping for a better 2024

[givemearmstopraywith]

hey, absolutely no disrespect meant here, but i noticed in one post you referred to yourself as a jew, and in another said you were censoring g-d out of respect to your family's jewish heritage, which you are exploring. amongst all this, you are clearly a christian. are you jewish or not? if you are not personally jewish, i really don't think you should be referring to yourself as a jew in a post where you claim christian theology (jesus being g-d) is true.

instead of sending me asks like this, can you maybe google what it means to be jewish, or what it means to be a jew? there is a wikipedia page about this. that way i don't i have to repeatedly unpack my generational trauma on the internet for (literally) thousands of strangers? the search function on my blog is broken- fine, but i have talked about this a lot, repeatedly, in the time i've had this blog, and it is not something i feel comfortable divulging openly. nor should i have to- nor should i have to worry about my identity being policed by strangers. this ask is worded with a certain tone of well-meaning authority, which is fine, i understand, and i am not mad at you, nor do i think you are trying to come across as harsh. i appreciate that you took the time to send this because it shows well-meaning concern. but this tone of authority comes from somewhere. where is it coming from? if you do not already know how i can be a jew and talk about christian theology, then you don't have the authority to question my identity, because questioning that means you must have no prior knowledge of the history of the jews whatsoever, about religious versus ethnic identity, the history of forced conversions to which jews have been subject, the necessity for religious and cultural assimilation, and so on.

whether you intend this or not- and i don't think you do, insomuch as i think you are genuinely well-meaning and don't want to harm or offend me personally- the wording of your question demands, implicitly, that i need to unpack both my personal ethnic and religious history, as well as that of my family. i am either lying about being a jew or i am not qualified to talk about my own identity because i must be christian, or i am not qualified to talk about christianity because im a jew. both of those things, being jewish and christian, of which i am both and neither because i am an ethnic jew who has not been baptized but studies christianity theology, are fraught with generational trauma and a certain concept of privilege, in the sense that a non-jew would never be asked to justify their connection to judaism versus their connection to christianity, because non-jews are not subjected to the same level of biopolicing that jews historically have been. a non-jew can move in and out of the spaces of judaism and christianity at will. whether i practice judaism or i practice christianity, whether i get a rhinoplasty or change my name, whether i censor g-d or type out the name in full, i will always be a jew. someone who is not ethnically jewish can convert to judaism from christianity and leave christianity behind in full, but i cannot opt out of being a jew, nor can any jew. centuries of ethnic cleansing have cemented this as fact.

if jewish people- who practice judaism or who are non-practicing ethnic jews- want to criticize what i talk about they are welcome to, but i have yet to encounter any jews who do, on or offline.

to make it clear again: i don't have a problem with you specifically, but i've had this blog for nearly six years, i have been studying theology for four of those years, and every so often i get a bunch of messages like this that parrot the exact same questions i get asked by other christians in my theology program that very, very genuinely can be answered by googling "what is a jew?" rather than telling me how i should refer to myself. and i am kinda tired of it! i am kinda tired.

#most of the jews i know are non practicing and/or christian and i shouldnt need to explain the intricacies of my identity every single time #i think about formally converting to judaism #replies #like you just dont have these kind of conversations when you are not on the internet

[roses-edge]

So initially, I got onto this topic seeing this post by our favorite trans propaganda producer assignedmale:

One thing I honed in on was the fact that the character portrayed is a transman and the issue presented is their broken arm.

Which is ironic considering that TIFS are at a higher risk for osteoporosis so their hormones are actually a reason as to why their arm could be broken in the first place.

I wanted to see if any of the trans identified people in the notes pointed this out, so I looked and:

Speechless. Do they think their hormones work like vitamins?

I continue on and find this:

A few things stuck out as well:

- She has been experiencing new headaches and optic nueritis since May, and a nueroligist implied it could be her testosterone... but it can't be because her Mental Health is improving! And it's been 7 months! ...as if that debunks his suggestion?

- She brought up this concern with her hormone prescriber anyway, and she directly told her not to worry.

- I also have no doubt that the medical misogyny she faced here impacted the way she was receptive to this possibility. If the nuerologist hadn't infantilized her, maybe she would've pursued this avenue.

In any case, it just shows that medical misogyny and her prescriber directly misinforming her about her hormones is once again a huge issue here. It is also terrifying as it reminded me of this reddit post of testosterone giving a woman a brain tumor:

....And the trans community tried to silence her.

And in some sort of ironic twist of fate, scrolling down my For You page, I saw this post:

And instantly I knew I had to make this post.

The trans community is:

SILENCING those who experience bad side effects and even ADMITTING that their own doctors (In two separate posts) are denying that these side effects exist or are even a threat at all!

It's no wonder people like the first response I screenshotted seemed to think their prescribed hormone imbalance somehow works like vitamins. These doctors are actively out here lying to them, AND others are spreading direct misinfo. The fact that assignedmale even made a comic downplaying the role testosterone (and cross sex hormones in general) has on trans individuals is proof enough!

And even more proof, the first article I linked that states that TIFs are at higher risk for osteoporosis is formatted wonkily too. When clicking the link, you see it references 2 separate articles highlighted in blue. I clicked both (to make sure I had the facts correct before this post):

When I click on the first link, it links to a research paper. The second link leads to Nothing.

PubMed is the first link. The journal of Sexual Medicine is the second one. I scrolled, trying to find the article they described, even clicked on the red booklet. Nothing.

While this may be a mobile issue, this is still extremely misleading. Especially because the original link I linked isn't an obscure source; it is the first one shown on Google!

I didn't bother with the second link as I am specifically looking for FTM studies and not MTF studies. Even so, that blurb is even more damning evidence that osteoporosis is an issue for both males and females on opposite sex hormones.

Point is, trying to research the real effects of these hormones is incredibly hard as links are misleading and don't work, prescribers are directly misleading patients, and TRAs are silencing those who speak up anyway.

The trans movement is straight up PSUEDOSCIENCE, and I am tired of these people thinking that their hormonal imbalance is helpful to them at all.

#radical feminism #gender critical #radfem #terf #terfblr #radblr #radfeminism #terfs interact #terf safe #Trans

[plussizeappreciationfics]

OS: I´m gonna miss you

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Black plus size reader

Request: WAIT I NEED YOU TO MAKE A COME BACK REAL QUICK... BABY DADDY YOONGI BOUT TO GO TO THE ARMY AND I NEED A FIC 🤧😭 ON MY KNEES PLEASE 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Pics from Pinterest/Google

Warning(s): typos probably lmao, NSFW 🔞, unprotected sex

The silence in the room is comforting, the soft sounds of the outside world not creeping into the bedroom. You and Yoongi are lying in bed, holding each other tightly while no one spoke a word. Tears are brimming in your eyes as you keep reminding yourself that these beautiful moments will only be present a few more times before your love will have to start his military services.

“I know what you’re thinking my love….” Yoongi whispers, his warm breath dancing across your shoulder as he pulls your warm and soft body closer to his. His arms wrap themselves tighter around your thick waist as the feeling of peace and comfort almost makes him doze off. You’re facing the bedroom window, a sad sigh leaving your body as all you can do is shrug your shoulders.

“I will miss you so much” you gently say, closing your eyes and drinking in the touch of your boyfriend. “You will see me every day, there´s no need to worry”, Yoongi claims with a soft chuckle following his statement.

You can’t help but grumble before turning your body towards him.

“This will be different. I will miss you, your music and the hyungs…It’s like a whole new era is starting”.

Your boyfriend stares deeply into your eyes, his hand now slowly making its way up to your face, where his fingers start tracing the lines of your delicate lips. His eyes can’t help but focus on them as the urge to melt them with his own lips together slowly takes over him.

“I know, but I am still here…”.

“It’s just weird’”, you confess with a sigh. “You will be very busy the next two years…”.

Before you can continue, Yoongi leans in closer and kisses you softly, his tender lips brushing against yours while a soft moan leaves his lips. He can’t get enough of your softness, your taste. You. Your eyelids become automatically heavy as you kiss him back, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck and pulling him closer, the intense wave of pleasantry creeping its way through your body.

His hand start roaming your waist, tracing and gently caressing your skin while a soft groan leaves his lips. He can’t stop kissing you, he drinks you in while his head slowly starts to turn from the love and pleasure he’s filled with.

“I am still here”, Yoongi whispers in between the now longer and more passionate kisses. His tongue slowly asks permission to enter your mouth by sliding across your bottom lip. That movement makes you whimper in pleasure while you open your mouth, allowing your tongues to dance a slow and longing tango with one another. Your heartbeat starts increasing as the lust slowly fills you up, a deep longing coming from your heart and from below your waist.

“I want you, my love. Please let me feel you” your boyfriend whispers after pulling away from your lips and staring deeply into your eyes. God those fucking beautiful eyes of his, you think to yourself while nodding your head and instantly laying down on your back. You’re silently grateful that you weren’t wearing many clothes.

It took Yoongi a few swift movements before the two of you were naked, rubbing each other’s body so gently, yet urgently while your wetness gathered in between your thighs. Your boyfriend didn’t waste any time, as soon as he was positioned in between your now spread legs, he gently let the tip of his cock rest against your entrance. The slight pressure making you whine in pleasure while wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck.

The two of you stared lovingly at one another, admiring your combined beauty, and letting the silence voice all the passion and longing you were feeling for one another.

“Please”, you begged, staring to get desperate for that sensation.

Yoongi smiled widely, showing all of his shiny pearls. The sight made your heart flutter in your chest as you couldn’t imagine falling for him even more, but here you were proving the complete opposite.

He gently thrusted his hips forwards while gasping loudly, always being instantly overwhelmed by your indescribable tightness and warmth. Your inner walls immediately welcomed his cock, slowly stretching out and taking him completely in.

“God, you feel so amazing”, the two of you whispered at the same time before giggling. Yoongi lowered his head and pressed his lips against yours, slowly moving his hips in a delicately slow rhythm. All you could do was lie there and take it all in, the beautiful sensation of being so close to your love.

The room slowly got filled with your love sounds, your whimpers of pleasure, grunts of greed and gasps of surprises whenever your boyfriend thrusted the tip of his cock against your weak spot. You couldn’t help but curl your toes and moan breathlessly in between the longing kisses, getting drunk on these amazing sensations.

Yoongi suddenly surprises you by increasing the pace of his hips, snapping them tightly against yours while your fingernails dug themselves deeper into his skin. “God”, you breathlessly moan out loud, feeling the delicious knot slowly forming in the pit of your stomach. A sensation you were addicted to.

“Look at you. So fucking beautiful while taking all of me in” Yoongi praises while staring down at your beautiful face. He can’t get enough of the sight of you, and the warm sensation creeping up his thick cock confirms it.

“Look at me” he begs while his moans get louder and louder.

“Look at me and tell me that you love me”, he begs.

“I love you” you moan while clenching your eyes shut and throwing your head back into your pillow. You spread your legs wider and grind your thick hips against your boyfriend, allowing his cock to even go deeper inside you.

“I love you, I love this” you whimper, getting closer and closer to your high, wishing that it would throw you away into a world of pure ecstasy. Beads of sweat are starting to form on your bodies as your movements become quicker and sloppier by the second. You love how you’re pushed deeper into the mattress with every thrust, Yoongi praising your beauty while weakly moaning out your name and promising that he will fill you up, vowing that you will receive every drop of lust his body will produce.

The delicious knot is getting tighter and tighter by the second, making your head spin from all the pleasure roaming and rushing through your body. You can’t help but cry your boyfriend’s name out loud while-

“[Y/N]? Are you okay?”, Jin’s voice snaps you out of your daydream, making you jump and gasp in complete shock. You quickly scan your surroundings and slowly start to remember that you’re in the middle of your favorite café, having lunch with your best friend and other BTS member Jin.

He looks at you with a worried look, scanning your face and silently wondering where your mind had drifted to because he had been trying to get your attention for almost five minutes now. “I’m fine” you nervously chuckle, trying to play off the fact that your sex was drenched and your heart was pounding frantically against your ribcage, your body yearning for Yoongi.

“Are you sure?”.

“Yes, just had to think about something…”.

“Okay…” Jin gave you a suspicious look before taking a sip of his americano and shrugging his shoulders, glad that your attention was back on him.

“As I was saying, Yoongi’s girlfriend is thinking about planning a private celebration dinner for Yoongi Hyung. I think that that’s a nice way for us to say goodbye and support him on his new journey”.

His words made you want to roll your eyes and throw up in your mouth as the jealousy quickly consumed you in a span of a few seconds. “Yeah, I agree. I’ll message her later so we can plan a budget and see what the other hyungs will contribute”, you answered in a monotone, pretending to be captivated by the idea while nodding your head.

“Awesome”, Jin grinned, winking at you, and blowing you a kiss when you rolled your eyes at him. “How about we go for a walk, I could use some fresh air”, you suggested, the desperate need to distract yourself getting more and more intense. “Say less” your best friend agrees before quickly putting some bills on the table and standing up to put his jacket on. You quietly copied his actions, patiently checking if the two of you had all your belongings before leaving the café.

“Oh and [Y/N]?” Jin speaks after getting closer to you and linking your arms together, a somewhat naughty smile on his face. “If you want to get over Yoongi and need to release some tension, I’ll gladly help you…”.

A lump of saliva forms in your throat as your eyes widen in shock, you were caught. Jin winks at you while gently tugging you along with him down the street, blowing a happy tune while knowing that his mission was accomplished. All you can do is stare the side of his face.

“Well…then let´s go to my place” you whisper in excitement and nervousness as you’re about to make some new and pleasant experiences.

-Emmanuelle♥️

#bts #bts yoongi #bts x reader #min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts jin #jin x reader #bts kim seokjin #plus size reader

[highpriestessarchives]

Expectations: In Which Diverse Stories Have Extra Criteria

CW: mentions of racism, brutality, colonization, more of a vent post than anything informative

As much as I don’t like it, I feel as though the best way to start this off is to provide context on my own background. I’ll get to why I don’t like it in a moment, so bear with me. I’m a first generation born Filipino American. My parents are from Tarlac (and a DNA test shows that we also have lineage traced back to Northern and Western Philippines as well some Central & Eastern and Southern China), and they raised us in a semi-traditional Filipino fashion. They didn’t teach us the language in fear of us being made fun of by other Americans, but we did grow up eating the food, respecting our elders, and practicing Filipino Catholic traditions that my parents grew up with in their homeland.

Needless to say, the remarks that followed me into my adult life have pulled my resonance with my heritage in every which way. To other Filipinos and other Asians, I looked part white, and they would ask for pictures of my parents for “proof” that I wasn’t. True story: I remember one of my college friends grabbing my phone and showing her friends in an “I told you so” manner, as if my race was some mystery for them to crack. It wasn’t. I fully told them from the start that I’m Filipino. My Titas would tell me that I looked “mestiza,” and how many young girls in the Philippines would want to look the way I do, and I didn’t know how to explain to them that I started hating how pale I am because of how other Asians would assume my race because of it.

At the same time, my non-Asian counterparts (yes, majority of the people who made these comments were white) would assume that I was some hodge-podge of all Asian cultures. I remember my high school teacher showing us a Vietnamese medicine commercial (this was a class on medical malpractice, and, if I remember correctly, she wanted to show us how medicine is advertised internationally), and she walked into class saying, “The only one who might understand this clip is Rory.” She’d used my deadname at the time, but you get the idea. Jaw-dropped, I had to say, “I don’t speak Vietnamese. I’m not Vietnamese.”

I know, what does this have to do with writing? We’ll get there; don’t worry.

Around 2018, the term “decolonization” entered my realm of awareness. I would see other children of immigrants from all over the world dive into their heritage and continue their ancestors’ practices. Thinking that this would be a genuine way to connect with my roots (I had, and still have, a complicated relationship with the Catholic Church, so I was excited to hear about other Filipino faiths), I began doing my research. At the time, I had a sizable following on TikTok, and I would post entertainment-only sort of videos regarding my spirituality and craft, and I even had to put out a video explaining why I didn’t go into more detail with the Filipino aspects of it. I wasn’t as learned with it as I am now, and I was afraid of the criticism and backlash others would have towards it. In hindsight, I really shouldn’t have given a sh*t, but the internet, as we all know, is cruel.

See, I use my writing as a way to connect with myself and other people, mainly. Yes, I have a story to tell, but a majority of my purpose is to discover and process my own emotions and findings. I use what I observed in society and how I grew up as well as what I learned from my own research. I won’t go into detail of the racism Asian Americans face nor the brutality we have endured over the years; frankly, if you are not already aware of it, Google is free.

Still, my work seemed to be followed by one main criticism: this isn’t yours to tell.

There were a myriad of reasons behind it. I wasn’t born in the Philippines, I’m white-passing, I wasn’t raised with anitismo, other marginalized groups have it “exponentially” worse, etc. I’d be lying if I said this didn’t affect my writing. I froze. I grappled with what I was “allowed” to tell based on all of these criteria. I’d pull up article after article of what I learned in hopes to justify the reasons for including certain aspects in my work; but because of my own upbringing, it never seemed to be enough. What’s worse, a portion of these criticisms completely dismissed the aspects of racism that Asian Americans have spoken up about time and time again (once again, because other’s have it worse or because there just wasn’t enough awareness about it for it to be “valid.”)

Imagine that. We read of thousands of iterations of medieval fantasies from white authors, thousands of European fae romances, thousands of Greek mythological retellings, and treat it as the default. There is no question of whether the author is Greek or Gaelic enough or if their ancestors played a huge role during the medieval era. Hell, my first published work was based on Greek and Celtic mythology, and no one talked about my race then, whether it was about how white I look or how I'm not white at all.

But gods help us if a minority doesn’t fit the ultimate minority model while telling their stories. To be honest, this was why I started disliking the need to talk about my background; it has begun to feel as though it is more to provide credentials rather than to satiate genuine curiosity from other people.

Yes, I do recognize that I wasn’t born in the Philippines and that I was raised Catholic, but I’ve come to terms with how I feel like that is okay.

First of all, if we want to hear from more diverse writers, we cannot keep projecting this “model minority” expectation towards them. Otherwise, it will discourage other diaspora writers, such as myself, from connecting and relaying their heritage in fear of not being “[insert marginalized group here] enough,” whatever that even means at this point.

Secondly, our history is full of movement, whether it was by our own will, such as my parents’ decision to come to America, or if it was forced upon us by our oppressors. As such, those raised outside of their homeland only further enriches our culture, not dilutes it.

To filter the perspectives of or to project your own biases towards diaspora writers is to promote the narratives of the colonizers. We are valid, and our stories should be, too.

#writingcommunity #writing #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #writers #writeblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #writing life #poc author #diverse reads #diverse books #filipino #filipina #poc writer #creative writing #writer #writerslife #writer stuff #novel writing #on writing #writing community #authorlife #authors of tumblr #author #author life #author blog #author speaks #diverse authors #authors of color

[talesofsonicasura]

Insomnia was being a bitch last night and kept me up. So here's an idea for a self insert that those in the Creepypasta's Sonic Exe section would like.

Self Insert where Reader is transported into a different series, knowledge may vary, and stuck in the Sonic form of Fatal Error.

This fucker right here! Tetrabrachial sadistic computer virus who wears the body of Sonic 3's blue blur and made his debut in Friday Night Funkin.

Yup. Poor Reader is gonna be stuck looking like a 7 ft twisted hedgehog monster with the voice of a S.A.M generator. They hate it especially when the issue lands them in other people's radar. And Reader is gonna be a snarky bitch about it.

This is a free prompt so anyone can try their own take. Here's some of my ideas.

Fatal Error of Cybertronian Proportions

Yup. Kicking things off with Transformers specifically Prime as I need to rewatch Bayverse.

Fatal Error!Reader manifest in Memorial High School's computer classroom at the dead of night. A shared fright with the school janitor leads to an accidental county wide internet crash. This includes two particular Cybertronian bases nearby.

Autobots and Decepticons look into the source of the crash. Knockout beats the Autobot opposition to the punch in finding the cause. Unfortunately for him, Reader shares how lethal a sentient computer virus can be and crashes his system(don't worry he recovers). A wild goose chase ensues as both sides try to catch Reader.

This continues until an encounter with Optimus Prime goes wrong. An attempt to crash his systems is to met with resistance by the Matrix of Leadership. It results in Reader and Optimus being tethered to their respective core. Neither can be too far from the other unless they wish to get snap back together like a rubber band. Or if one dies so will the other.

Now Team Prime has to break the data bond while the Decepticons continue to hunt down Reader. Oh and their four armed companion is a complete snarky smartass about the whole thing. Good luck with being their guardian Optimus.

Ratchet: Why are you always smiling? It looks haunting.

Fatal Error!Reader: Similar to your metallic ass with that control console, my face's stuck. Now let me sleep ye giant bucket of bitchy bolts.

Optimus: Please behave the both of you.

Fatal Error!Reader: Tell that to the bucket headed yandere with a stalking kink. Your former friend clearly escape the funny farm and needs to take his Xanax.

Optimus: *google searches the medicine and strange term* I am very concerned about your opinion of Megatron.

Impossible Curse Statistics

For this scenario, we're diving into the realm of Jujutsu Kaisen specifically five years before the show's events.

Fatal Error!Reader manifests inside Yuji's home through the power lines. The ten year child is accidentally spooked by the hedgehog like virus at first. Well, until Yuji sees how concerned the 'scary oni' is about his living conditions.

Fatal Error!Reader: Um...where are your parents??? Folks usually come down swinging with a bat by now if their kids in danger.

Yuji: My parents passed away some time ago and Oji-san is hospitalized.

Fatal Error!Reader: ... seriously? That's not only depressing but very morally questionable on why someone would leave a child all alone. Okay kid, guess I'm your caretaker now.

Yuji is taken in and raised by hedgehog shaped virus. His fate changing as Reader bound themselves to him through a pseudo Binding Contract. They protect each other whether it be malicious hackers to dangerous curses.

Life has been good until a certain cursed finger comes into play. Now Reader has to defend Yuji from evil trying to bring the King of Curses back to his full power. At the same time, dodge a weakened Sukuna who has too much interest in the virus and the Jujutsu Sorcerers who want to ensare both.

Neither members of this strange found family are gonna take this lying down. There's a reason why you don't mess with a virus. One wrong is enough for a fatal error to occur. And Reader will be happy to teach that lesson personally.

Glitch In The Relics

We're diving into the world of Knack for this last one.

Fatal Error!Reader emerges from within one of Viktor's security robots during his issued challenge against the relic bound golem. Their appearance causes panic amongst the many attendants except for our main characters. Reader's obliviousness and absolute confusion of their surroundings is enough to have Doctor Vargas protect them.

To prove they aren't a threat, the virus reluctantly joins the expedition. A kinship forms between Reader and Knack about being 'monsters'. Can't forget their habit of accidentally breaking stuff. Well crash in the former's case.

Fatal Error!Reader: *stares at Ryder's unresponsive car* Oops.

Ryder: At least it wasn't my plane.

Knack: *slips and accidentally leaves a large gash on said plane*

Fatal Error!Reader: Congratulations, you just jinxed yourself.

Other than the shared mishaps, both learn and grow as a simple expedition evolves into a grand adventure. A snarky virus once human become comfortable about their strange predicament. Meanwhile Knack gains self confidence about himself alongside Reader and co.

Sometimes all you need is a friend to help find your place in the world. For a certain virus and relic golem, that's the way they like it. Even if a lot of stuff gets smashed in the progress.

That's it for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later. Before I go, enjoy this song I been listening to.

#sonicasura #tales of sonicasura #maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #transformers series #tfp #transformers x reader #knack #ps4 knack #knack ps4 #Youtube #knack x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #sorcery fight #jujutsu kaisen x reader #reader insert #reader #self insert #fatal error #fatal error!reader #fatal error exe #sonic exe #long post

[pgavi-jfelixdaily]

POV:In which Gavi is mad because of the world cup loss, and you two get into an argument. Angst, fluff.

a/n- hey y'all, im salvadoran, and english is not my first language so please keep that in mind because i'm not using google translate, so I hope most of this makes sense, i don't double check with google translate. 🫶

It had been a week since spain had gotten eliminated from the world cup. The team, as expected, had been pretty upset, and your boyfriend Gavi, had been even more. It wasn’t unexpected, seeing how determined he was to always win. However, what was unexpected was how far he had taken his anger.  Ignoring you and his teammates almost entirely, avoiding you and barely talking unless it was good morning and good night ‘i love yous’. You had tried talking to him, telling him it wasn’t that big of a deal, especially since he was only 18 and would likely have many world cups to come. He wasn’t convinced. So here you were, on his off day about to attempt to convince him once again it wasn’t that big of a deal, after Pedri told you if you didn’t get him to act right, he would, and it would not look good for him. 

So here you were, getting yourself ready to face the not-so-friendly giant (ik he’s short but go along with me please). You knocked twice on his door, and after hearing a hum in response, you took it as a sign to come in. Opening the door, there was Gavi, lying on the bed, in just joggers and a white tee, on his phone. “Hola mi amor. Como estas?” (Hi my love, how are you?)

On a normal day, he would answer with a smile, and maybe kiss you, the nickname always getting to him. Today was not one of those days. The look on his face sent shivers down your spine. His eyes were red, and he looked beat up. “Hola. Que quieres?” (Hi, what do you want?)

Oh really? You understood now what Pedri and Ansu were referring to when they said he was being whiny and obnoxious, and you weren’t going to lie, but if he wanted to keep up the attitude, you were going to leave him to Pedri. “Look. I get you are upset about the world cup and everything, but the team has moved on, the fans have moved on, and everyone has moved on, and you need to as well. It is killing you to keep going on like this. There will be so many world cups to come for you, but this was your first. Don’t let it be your last with how you're acting.” That last part got to him. 

The look he gave you told you everything. He was furious, he always got mad when someone told him how to act. That was his weakness, he was too determined. Being that determined was not going to get him anywhere with you however, because you were his opposite, you were willing to go against him, and while he loved you, he wasn’t a fan of when you put him right back where he belonged. “No offense, but last time I checked, you’re not the football player here, I am. So leave the emotions and decisions to me, right?” 

Now the anger was boiling through both of your veins. You could feel the heat in the room from the anger that was radiating through the both of you, and while you did not want to cause a big fight, you were not going to be spoken to like that. Not today, and not ever. “No offense Pablo, but your attitude is exactly what makes people underestimate you so much, they don’t think they are playing against Barcelona’s golden boy, it makes them think they are playing against a five year old.” 

He didn’t even answer or reply, he just got up, grabbed a change of clothes from his closet, and went into the bathroom to shower. With a sigh, you picked up your phone, calling Pedri, and explaining the situation to him. He gave you his so called “words of encouragement” but everything went in through one ear, and went right out, because now you weren’t worried about his anger with himself, you worried with his anger towards you. Would he break up with you? Kick you out? Yell at you? A billion thoughts went through your mind, and they stayed. Saying your goodbye’s with Pedri, you sat down on the bed. You weren’t going to cry, but now you were seeing angry, angry with yourself for not being patient enough and upset because of that last comment, it was dumb really, unnecessary, to stoop down to the level of calling him a five year old. You heard the water stop running, and you knew there wasn’t going to be long until you had to face Gavi, so you took your keys from the dresser, and putting on a jacket, left the house. 

You didn’t have a place to go in mind really, just wanted to refresh your thoughts. After around 10 minutes of driving around, your ringtone went off. Gavi. 

“Amor, dónde estás?” (love, where are you?)

“Hola?” (hello?!)

“y/n, donde estás.” (where are you.)

The only reason you chose to head back home was because you felt tired, but you still didn’t answer him, putting your phone on silent. 

Opening the door to you and gavi’s shared flat, and putting the keys on the keyholder, you went in, only to see Gavi typing furiously on his phone. He hadn’t heard you arrive yet, so concentrated on whoever he was texting, but as you picked up your phone you saw at least 10 texts from Gavi, 5 from Pedri, and 3 from your best friend. So as quietly as you could, you took your shoes and jacket off at the door, now only in your socks, leggings, and long sleeve shirt, walking towards him. “Hey.”

The minute he turned around, and his eyes met yours, pity filled you. He was no longer radiating anger as he did when you walked in, perhaps you made that up because you wanted to keep being mad, his eyes looked teary, and he looked upset. His hair was messy but still kind of damp, likely from how much he had ran his hand through his hair in fear and anxiousness that you had left him. He was closer to you now, close enough for his warmth to go into you. You expected him to yell, but instead he wrapped his arms around your waist, tightly embracing you, and you hugged him back. 

You stayed like that for a while, before he softly whispered into your ear, “Perdoname, te amo tanto.” (forgive me, I love you so much.)

And even though he already knew, you still repeated it. “Te amo mucho más.” (I love you so much more) 

a/n- I hope you guys enjoyed this, I wrote half of it during my science class yesterday, and the rest while watching criminal minds.

#gavi x reader #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #gavi #fc barcelona #fc barca #barcelona