#i have 0 tights that match this at all so I just went with whatever I could find lol

[futfemfantasies]

safe and sound \\ alexia putellas x bronze!reader

This is for @patriwoso who requested this many months ago! I hope I did it justice :)

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Y/N Bronze.

Lucy’s little sister.

Alexia thought she had zero to no chance of you saying yes to a first date due to your older sister. When you said yes, her whole demeanour changed. Everyone can see how much Alexia loves you, except your sister. Keira had expressed Lucy’s concerns with you and you shake them off as you don’t care what Lucy says. Yes you love Lucy and she’s your best friend but her older sister concerning phase is getting old and you’re annoyed. 

A tight arm pulls you out of your slumber and a kiss on your shoulder blade makes you turn around with a soft smile. Alexia pushes a stray piece of hair from your face before kissing your lips softly.

“Good morning my angel”

“Good morning Ale”

“We have a little time before the match. So you and me, breakfast date?”

“Sounds divine”

You kiss Alexia as she rolls you on top of her, straddling her waist. Alexia showers you in compliments before taking you to the actual shower to get cleaned up before your date. You get dressed in a cute, summer outfit and Alexia does a double take when she walks back in the room after feeding Nala and is speechless.

“Freeze bebita, don’t move. Dios mio where is it?” Alexia rummages through the drawer for the polaroid camera, only to find it has no polaroids inside. Scrambling for her phone, Alexia takes many photos and stares at you lovingly. 

“Are you ready to go?” You nod and your hands intertwines as you go downstairs to leave. Getting to Alexia’s car, she opens the door for you and gives you a peck as you get in. On the way to the café, you get a text from Keira that Lucy’s in a grouchy mood she she will probably be a little over protective today. You sigh and slouch in you seat, thinking how annoying Lucy is going to be today. Alexia stops at a red light and looks over at you, putting a hand on your bare thigh.

“Forget Lucy, forget everything. For the next few hours it’s us time. No phones or anything. Just us” You nod and hold Alexia’s hand in yours.

“How do you always know what I want?”

“I just know you so well mi amor”

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A delicious breakfast leads to a scroll through the Sunday markets and Alexia buying whatever you want. Towards the end, Alexia went to pay for somethings a few stores down so you decided to buy her a bunch of sunflowers. She comes back and you give her the flowers, making Alexia confused but happy at the same time.

“For always taking care of me and for treating me like the most delicate thing in the world. Te amo mi amor”

Alexia kisses you and you both head back to the car to get ready for the game later on.

Alexia pulls up to the stadium and you wave to the fans waiting to get a glimpse of their favourite players. You both get out and Alexia grabs your bag before you could even close the door. A look is shared between you both and Alexia shakes her head with a smug smirk that paints her face. Grabbing your hand, she pulls you gently into the stadium to prepare for the game. Little did you know, Lucy watched the interaction with a hard, ‘don’t fuck with me’ look on her face and headphones on. 

As everyone is about to go, Alexia gives your a quick kiss and wishes you good luck as you’re in the starting XI. A hand on your lower back guides you out and you know it’s Alexia immediately. Lucy didn’t like that at all. She moved Alexia’s hand up before walking past you both.

Barca win the game 5-0 unsurprisingly as the team is one of the lower teams in the league. You scoring a hattrick and Alexia assisting the other two goals. Turning slightly to your left, Keira and Lucy seem to be talking about something that’s getting a little heated. You keep watching them and two strong arms wrap around you and soft kisses on your cheek. 

“You played good princesa”

“Thanks Ale”

Looking back at Keira and Lucy, Keira gets fed up and walks away. You sigh and start to walk into the locker room with Alexia following you like a lost puppy. You both quickly shower and leave to get home to have leftovers and cuddle on the couch. Tying the last knot in your shoe lace, a presence next to you grabs your bag. Alexia holds out her hand and you take it silently. A scoff is heard from behind you as you both are about to walk out and you turn to see Lucy rolling her eyes. About to comment on Lucy’s actions, Keira signals not to engage but you ignore her, it’s enough. 

“What’s your problem?”

“Nothing, leave me alone”

“Well it sure is something. Don’t think I haven’t seen all the times you tell Keira or someone about how Ale treats me after she does something. I knew it was you who told Mum about the incident and how you pulled Ale’s arm off me earlier. So Luce, what’s your problem?” You finish with a loud and angry tone in your voice, one that is usually soft and almost quiet. 

“Not here” Lucy mumbles as her behaviour is finally being called out. 

“Why not? You behave like this in front of everyone”

Alexia pulls on your arm and whispers for you to stop. Shaking your head and you turn back to Lucy, determined to find the reason why. 

“Just drop it okay, for crying out loud!” Lucy swings her bag over her shoulder and storms out. 

Keira mumbles to come over later and talk to Lucy as she’s going to Aitana’s. Silently agreeing, Keira hugs you and goes after her girlfriend. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you face Alexia. She pulls you into a tight, secure hug and whispers that everything will be okay. Saying goodbye to your teammates and hopping into Alexia’s Cupra was your favourite part of the day (when you usually love training).

Alexia decided that after what happened in the locker room, takeaway is the best option for dinner. Ordering the few different things from your favourite pizza ship, the doorbell rings while you’re in the shower and Alexia opens it to find Lucy holding the pizza and sides. Alexia moves out of the way, silently inviting Lucy in. The pizza is placed in the living room and Alexia quickly mentions getting something from the bedroom. Running up the stairs, Alexia goes into the bathroom gently alerting you of her presence. 

“Bebeita, pizzas her and also Lucy” The shower turns off and you wrap yourself up in the towel Alexia’s holding. 

“Did she say what she wanted?” Alexia shook her head.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute” Alexia decided to give you some privacy so she kisses you softly before whispering.

“Whatever happens downstairs, I’m not going anywhere” Before giving you the softest forehead kiss. 

Five minutes later, you come downstairs and Lucy stands up quickly. 

“I may or may not have come to my senses”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes before gesturing for Lucy to continue as you all sit on the couches. You lean back into Alexia and of course hold her hands.

“I did some thinking and realised my behaviour since you two began dating was not sister or best friend like. I want to apologise and say I’m sorry for all the death glares, eye rolls and scoffs” Squeezing Alexia’s hand, you silently tell her it’s going well, so far.

“I guess I’m still in over protective, older sister mode. I realise, with Keira’s help, I need to cool it. I can see that you two are so in love with each other and Alexia treats you like the most delicate thing. Bienvenido a la familia Alexia” (welcome to the family Alexia)

You look back at Alexia, realising she might not have understood the whole speech but the last part put that beautiful smile you love on her face. 

“Yeah I hope so soon” You mumble but Lucy gives you a smirk. 

“So we’re good?”

“Yeah, we’re good sis. Just stop being an overprotective little shit” 

You both hug tightly and Alexia goes to get plates.

“Pizza time?”

#woso x reader #womens soccer #woso #woso soccer #woso imagines #woso imagine #alexia putellas x reader #lucy bronze x reader

[sorryjustafangirl]

defender

a/n: based on this gif which we all, very reasonably, reacted over. i couldn't not write something. i hope you all enjoy!

pairing: Mat Barzal x gn!reader

work count: 1.6k+

warnings: mentions of fighting and i think that's it

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and real person fiction if you don’t like that, please don’t read! also the gif isn’t mine! all credit to the wonderful gif-maker!

You had Anthony to thank for your newfound happiness. 

When he found out you worked in New York, he was eager to reconnect and catch up like the old friends you were. You’d told him about your new job, he talked about his position in the Islanders, and you both caught up on the family drama of your shared hometown. When the topic of relationships came up, Beau raved about his partner Amy and was quick to start scheming when you told him you hadn’t been on a date in a while. You protested, but he would not let it go until he had set you up on a date with his best friend. 

“Please, it’s my two best friends. You’ll be a perfect match,” He had said. 

And he was right. From the moment you sat down in that restaurant, it was instant chemistry. Mat had warned you of how intense it could be to be the partner of an NHL player, much less one of the stars of the team like himself. So, he suggested that you keep…whatever was starting between the two of you on the more private side of things. He didn’t want anything to jeopardize what was shaping up to be the best relationship he’d ever had. 

Since your relationship with Mat was fairly new, you opted to sit in the upper bowl with Amy watching your first Battle of New York. It wasn’t the first game of Mat’s you’d seen (but it was the fifth), and you thought you’d seen everything you’d ever see in a game. 

Boy, were you wrong. 

Within the first period alone, there had been more hits than you remember a hockey game having. Reaves had been hanging around your boyfriend the whole period, just mouthing off. You figured it was just typical trash talk, and thus nothing Mat and his big mouth couldn’t handle, but when you saw him yelling from the bench, you got a little bit more nervous. Throughout the rest of the second period, the two of them were rougher, a couple cross-checks that went unseen by the refs, more mouthing off. Tensions were high going into the third period, the game still scoreless. It wasn’t until Bailey scored that it turned to something more. 

The Islanders were deep in the Rangers zone and had been for more than a couple minutes, trying to cement their lead. Reaves had matched up next to Mat and as soon as the puck dropped, the gloves did too. 

They were circling each other, their hands circled tight in fists. From your seats you couldn’t see much, so you focused on the jumbotron. Reaves made the first move, grabbing him by the jersey and throwing a right hook. Mat went down on one knee but wrapped his arms around Reaves and hoisted himself back on his feet. He threw a few blind punches, one of them connecting with the helmet. They exchanged a few more punches with each other before Mat lost his footing and they both went down, the refs finally stepping to break them apart. They were both headed to the box, blood dripping from Mat’s face. You looked onto the ice and saw the faintest red marks where there shouldn’t be red, and you felt your stomach churn a little. 

“Whoof, well, I’m sure you two will have fun tonight,” Amy lightly laughed, trying to get your focus back from what had just happened on the ice. You nodded along to her words, thoughtlessly, as your eyes were trained on your boyfriend’s blood on the ice. It felt like no time had passed before the final buzzer rang, resulting in a 1-0 win for the Islanders. Amy led you down to the parking garage and made small talk with you, even though your responses were limited to one word answers with the amount of worry running through your mind. You’d never seen Mat so angry or intense in any of his games. 

Beau came out of the arena and into the underground parking, first greeting Amy before turning to you. You didn’t have to ask before he answered the only question that had been in your head since the fight. 

“He’s okay. He’ll be out in a while.” 

You let out a sigh of relief and swallowed the lump in your throat. “What…Do you know why he got so worked up tonight?” 

“I don’t think you want to know,” He said quietly. 

“Beau, please. I don’t know how to help him if…if I don’t know why he reacted like that.” 

He sighed. “All I heard was something about ‘manning up’. What Reaves said at the circle that really set him off, I don’t know. I didn’t hear that part.”

“Thank you. Have a good night you two,” you told them, once they saw Mat come out into the parking garage and they went to Anthony’s car. Once he got closer, you saw he had a cut above his eyebrow and his knuckles were split. You held your hand out and he took it in his, squeezing it a tad. You walked over to his car, silently getting into the passenger seat. The drive back to his place was quiet, only the sound of lo-fi beats playing in the background breaking it. 

When you got back to his place, you silently dragged him to the bathroom. You told him to sit on the toilet while you rummaged under his sink to find some first aid supplies. The antiseptic, the band-aids, the butterfly clips, the cotton gauze, everything you thought you might need was placed on the counter. 

You met Mat’s eyes through the mirror, and got a good look at the bruising forming around his eye. You took one of the gauze pieces and put the antiseptic on it, walking over to stand between his legs as you wiped away the dried blood. 

“What did he say that got you so worked up?” You asked, after he hissed one particular contact after his cut.

“Nothing.”

You took the wipe off his eyebrow, looking him in the eyes. “I don’t think it’s nothing if I’m bandaging you up.” 

“Fine, it was something. Just not something I want to repeat.”

“Tell me what he said.” Immediately, he was shaking his head and you pulled away from him, stopping your actions. You sighed. “Mat, I know that this,” you gestured between the two of your bodies. “is new, but you..can tell me stuff. We’re a team, I don't want you to have to hold this burden all on your own.”

He takes a few deep breaths as you continue to look at him. He looks down at his hands, his fingers rubbing over the now bruising skin. 

“At first it was just typical trash talk. Saying how like I wasn’t living up to the star they kept saying I am. But then he started to mention stuff about…” He took a deep breath, and you traced over his knuckles before intertwining your fingers with his. “Then he said stuff about you. How I only showed glimpses of you on Instagram. How I wouldn’t man up and actually commit to a relationship. Because if I did, if I showed you off, someone else would come and sweep you away. I shook it off because we were winning but then… he called you ‘my dirty little secret’. And I don’t know I just- I just snapped. He said that and I just saw red. It was like I couldn’t help it and my hands moved before my body.” 

You dropped his hand and felt tears start to well in your eyes a little bit because he just… he defended you. He defended this relationship. Without thought, it was his instinct to fight for you, to defend you and your relationship. Even though you’d only been seeing each other for a little while, he believed enough in what you two were, to defend you against someone who barely even knew him. 

He saw the tears well in your eyes and immediately leaned back, his heart dropping. He’d heard from Beau that you didn’t like fighting – something in your past – and he’d heard from his mom that the fighting he so rarely engaged in was scary. The last thing he ever wanted to do was scare you. 

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to make you scared of me,” He mumbled, but before he could elaborate on that, you had barrelled into him, your arms tight around him. You heard the gasp leave him, before his arms were wrapped around you just as tightly. 

“You defended me, Mat. Defended us. I-I could never be scared of you when you–you didn’t have to do that but you did. I— thank you.”

“Of course I was going to defend you.” He pulled back and ran a hand over the back of your head. “I couldn’t not do that, we’re a team, remember? I wasn’t going to let him get away with such bullshit. You’re… you’re way too important to me to let things like that slide.”

“You’re really important to me too. Typically, boyfriends are really important.”

He lifted his eyebrows and a smirk came across his face. “Boyfriend, eh?” 

“If you want to be,” you said, biting your lip.

“Oh hell yeah, I want to be,” he said, pulling you in for a kiss. “I’ll try to be the best boyfriend too.”

“You already are. No one else could sweep me away.” You brushed a stray hair out of his face. “You defended me against someone you didn’t have to, you comfort me when I need it, and you make me laugh all the time. You are enough and I want you, and no one else, to be my boyfriend.”

“How did I get so lucky?” His thumb brushed your cheek, and you smiled into him, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm. 

“I think I’m the lucky one. Now, can I finish patching you up or am I just going to have this band aid in my hand forever?” 

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[rollforjackass]

some of my favorite underrated fictional friendships/potential/unexplored friendships, in no particular order

joss carter & anthony marconi - person of interest

the man HATES reese and tolerates finch but anthony genuinely likes carter and probably at least suspects what it takes for her to bend her principles and help elias

meanwhile carter doesn't trust him but she gets where he's coming from, understands the kind of loyalty that binds him and the love that fuels that fire

they come from the same school of 'put your money where your mouth is' and take no shit from blowhards, but at the same time they both have a habit of being blowhards themselves when they feel the need to state their authority. i'm sad we didn't get to see them interact more, i would have loved for them to butt heads over who's the toughest tough guy

benji dunn & ilsa faust - mission impossible

going from the banter in the car > "i misjudged you" > her betrayal > them working together seamlessly in fallout > her SLAMMING her spine against a table to get free & save his life is such an up-and-down progression of events, i just think their dynamic is neat

i feel like they both have a certain element of displacement and frustration in common: benji as a fiercely loyal not-particularly-violent friend in a field where betrayal and violence are like water and bread; ilsa as someone good at what she does who's forced to do it for all the wrong reasons. both british ex-pats, both a bit awkward in non-emergent social situations, both a bit like the side of ethan hunt that the other is most impressed by/worried will get him killed one day

also benji is entirely too forgiving even while he's verbally bitching up a storm, he jumped to "ilsa? OUR ilsa?" with a quickness in fallout given that the last time they saw each other she'd had orders to kill him. i think that would fucking gut her given that she's so used to being tossed out on her own for things that aren't even her fault

danny williams & kono kalakaua - hawaii five-0

they got along like a house on fire in s1, she gave him surfing lessons, their matching tempers & equally matching loyalty, plus his blatant concern for her during her whole s2 arc and their mutual protectiveness of each other

they both have such a big 'family' chip on their shoulder, what with danny being raised in a big loving family only to become a divorced single dad struggling to make ends meet for his daughter, and kono likewise being raised in a big tight-knit family that's all about duty and honor, only to watch them turn their backs on chin without a second glance when he's accused by IA without even wondering why someone also raised on duty and honor would forsake either

and as a result, they're both so defensive of who and what they care about, both quick and sharp with their words but also both careful to check in and make sure they're not doing real damage when they don't mean to

i can easily see them completing each other's sentences trying to get out of trouble for something they absolutely did and that's an A+ in my book

they're such sweet friends and they get so overshadowed by whatever homoerotic shit danny & steve have going on

alana bloom & will graham - nbc's hannibal

yes they were attracted to each other, yes it went sour when they expressed those feelings, but my GOD she is not the villainous seductress i keep seeing people characterize her as in their will/hannibal fics. it is possible for an mlm relationship to form in coexistence with a perceivably heteronormative relationship/overture without needing to be repulsed by the latter's presence, especially when the m/f characters both go on to be in explicitly and implicitly queer relationships. some people heard 'kissing alana bloom was a clutch for balance' and went 'she's a predator seeking to lure will away from hannibal' in what frankly feels like an EXTREMELY lesbophobic and biphobic manner

anyway as someone who is autistic, the presence of a character who was always willing to dictate what would usually be between-the-lines, openly telegraphed when she was considering dancing around a subject so that will could choose if he wanted to hear socially acceptable vaguery or direct communication at risk of offending, and refused to let a miscommunication sit any longer than she needed to be able to address it, was a breath of fresh fucking air and i loved that she was willing to adapt to will's preferred methods of communication instead of expecting him to adapt to hers

even in season 3, after everything has changed between them, after pushing each other away continuously, they're still able to sit on a couch and just chat about each other's families like nothing ever went wrong. by the end of the show, alana is still the only person who never tried to manipulate will into changing who he was, and she is still the only person will is ever completely honest with about how he's feeling (even in s2 when he's plotting murder in prison/honeytrapping hannibal & faking freddie's death, when it comes to how he's feeling, he never lies to her)

there's a definite power in a relationship founded on clarity in a show defined by the lies we tell, to ourselves and to others, in order to keep our person suits well-tailored

dr. mccoy & literally everybody in star trek tos

WE GET IT HE AND SPOCK ARGUE ALL THE TIME!!!! it's a wonderfully complex dynamic but there's so much else going on with him!!!!! he's always boiled down to the grumpy guy who has beef with spock (SIDE-EYE JJ ABRAMS SIDE FUCKING EYE) but his number 1 character trait is that he cares so goddamn much about everyone and everything that he can't dial it down At All, it's both his strength and his achilles heel

he and christine chapel are so precious to me, he's so kind and supportive of her crush on spock while also warning her to be realistic, they tease each other mercilessly, and there are no two people you want Less to be caught in a game of chicken with than them. there's an episode where they literally get into a screaming match bc mccoy is refusing to tell anybody that he's gravely ill & chapel refuses to leave him alone until kirk arrives & he can't back out any longer, and even then their fight ends with mccoy very softly reassuring her that he will do the right thing

mccoy and uhura have this playful chivalry routine going on where one of them turns on the charm and the other ups the ante and it is endlessly entertaining to me. also in the tholian web when they think kirk's dead & uhura freaks out after seeing his 'spirit' in her quarters and runs right into mccoy in the hallway, he catches her so carefully, tries to reassure her, and keeps her from running off in a panic, and then later in sickbay he helps her out of the bed and is so kind to her

mccoy and scotty being drinking buddies!!! the two most loud-mouthed combinations of curmudgeonly and boisterous alive just reveling in each other's casual company!!! and the way mccoy starts yelling at a literal killing machine after it hurts scotty & dismisses the fact, how rattled he looks when he thinks scotty is dead, ugh dude

we don't see a Whole lot of him with sulu and chekov, but the parts we do are darling. he and sulu are so tongue-in-cheek with each other, sulu demonstrates a complete trust in mccoy any time he's in sickbay, and i can't remember if we actually hear mccoy tease sulu about his plants, but i feel it in my bones that it happened and we run on vibes in this house. then there's him bantering with chekov about his 'russia invented everything' stories & teasing him when he clearly has a crush on an ensign in the apple, everything about spectre of the gun, mccoy adopted that boy the second he opened his mouth

all i'm saying is the Entire Crew banded together to save him and get him help in search for spock, sacrificing their jobs and cushy lives in the process, and they had good goddamn reasons for it!!! he's friends with literally everyone i need to see more of those dynamics at all times

#don't mind me i was having Feelings #i love ensemble casts bc you usually get so many little glimpses into a life outside of the episode #and those glimpses could fill up whole episodes of their own #i always mean to write about them but i always end up forgetting #person of interest #mission impossible #hawaii five 0 #hannibal #star trek #oxly hollers

[astrxlis-archive]

Hello Fox (ღˇᴗˇ)｡o♡ I got so distracted before actually Writing This Down (accidentally scrolled through twitter and whatever stuff besides writing you the reply 😭) I'll reply first to the very very first message i sent you

YOUR JEWELRIES 😳 It is giving Mona⭐ Please attach some pictures when you found the time to do so! I wanna see those~ They aren't just jewelries to me in your description... they sound so fancy it is definitely Monacore! (I do relate with owing someone something too but i like gifts nonetheless as long as they dont make me in their debt ya kno... Paying for food seems wonderful, or maybe even paying for you when you're tight on money)

Thank you so much for the hug 🥰 it's alright, you know how wonky you can be living with mental health struggles? I'd be feeling happy at the moment, but maybe internally not at the same time ♪ Unfortunately, I stopped the meds (but also because my mom doesn't plan to go back anytime yet). I just don't think it's possible to live through drinking it daily or even get used to it since it's too bothersome 😅

Nahida is so radish looking there is no simpler way to describe her. If i could, i'd show her to a kid learning about vegetables. I'll call her the Radish Fairy (affectionately). I think I'm a menace for this ☺️.. I may not be able to purchase merch (f2p even irl), but I sure do hope they make Aranara plushies... they could profit off it so so much! (And give players joy) I wanna suggest to HYV to make a detachable mix-&-match wooden aranara dolls like in the game event~

I'm gonna cry... I wanna try to shorten messages and replies but alright this is the shortest i can go...😆 There's too much to talk about it's crazy 😭

I'm just a c0 kazuha haver^^ Well ya know tighnari will be in standard pool soon so... He might come when you lose your 50/50 (reversed!!) It's almost 2 yrs of me playing the game I still have no diluc 🤣 i'm rooting for tighnari to come home first when i lose 50/50 bye diluc

Ooh heizou! Yes, yes. I love his character! (Doesn't know his story) i love detectives and his design + voice is really perfect.. THE MOLES. He's too smooth and Thank you so much hyv for that ^0^ playstyle wise, it's really not my type, or maybe because after getting him i got a commission to fight the eye of storm (my team during that time includes kazuha, thoma, heizou, & zhongli(he carried with meteor). There is No archer or catalyst user) it was hell... 🤣😭 Happy to say that kazuha, heizou and thoma are friendship 10 now!

CYNO is too cool and good to be true, but i need to skip *cough*. It's more on the aesthetic for me 🥰 may you get him on his rerun!! Mwa mwa I'm still processing how he canonically jokes unfunny or cringe ones (to tighnari) but anyways people will still love him 🤣 it's good to be goofy when your position is serious

Tbh, the studyblr posts i've been seeing aren't really suitable for me and they're more like... good student kind of tips 🤣 idk, maybe i am really stubborn or dislike following things very much (Would read the rules but then do something that breaks it afterwards <- the kind of person i am. Insane) Thank you for your support Fox!! 😭🥰 (it's so weird to say this but..) i'm really grateful for you being with me through all these times! <33 you atleast, have lifted some emotional burdens from me at some times which i am thankful for! 🥰

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hewwooo 🍰!!

i understand the "doing something else instead of what i meant to do" thing 😂 also tumblr pls.

the small earring set really reminded me of mona 😭 the long one actually reminded me of kaeya, and as a kaeya simp, i had to buy them /j i actually waited a week to see if i really wanted them, and i was really happy when i went back to the store and they hadn't been sold~ the pics are up! just ignore the dust lol usually when i can i pay for my friends food hehe small actions of love :')

yeah, i understand that all too well tbh... i can't really comment on the med part because i agree and i'm also struggling with taking my own. they're not for everyone and that's alright. they weren't a good option for me for a long time. but please continue to take care of yourself, ok?

i'm sure the child would say she looks like a radish too pls 😭😭 i would buy the plushies if they sold them....... or at least i'd want to buy bc shipping + currency conversion would cost me a lot............. but dude!!! wooden mix and match aranara dolls!!! that'd be so cute 🥺

i really do hope he'll come home for both of us. if i get another keqing i'm going to cry. also i'd give you my diluc jf i could, but alas jfndjsns i think i somehow summoned him when i bought his skin...... 🙃

dude, how do you raise friendship so fast??? my kazuha is still level 7 and i'm struggling 🫥 but you're right, heizou really has a smooth voice, both in english and chinese. he's benched right now bc my team has only one rotational spot and kazuha's in it lol i can imagine your struggle... that's the downside of having two anemo characters AND the catalyst one is actually a physical one 🥲

there are some leaks that we'll actually get to play the card game cyno plays on 3.3 and i'm slightly excited. a game inside a game. gameception lol i hope we'll get to see tighnari and collei interact with him, especially collei. i don't remember if you mentioned it but is there anyone you'll be skipping him for?

oooohoho, so you're the rebellious type? /j hmm, i remember seeing posts like those too. feels weird when you're neurodivergent, doesn't it? it makes me really happy to read i was able to help you somehow 🥺 i hope i can continue to do so. 💕💕

#—new mail ! #—the burrow's 🍰 #unfortunately i stopped being f2p a long time ago but i can only afford welkins #i know i mention my experiences a lot when you share something #but it's my way of saying i relate to the stuff you tell me because i've been through something similar #let me know if it bothers you or if it sounds wrong ok?

[icewindandboringhorror]

very very strange outfit featuring a bed sheet with a neck hole torn in it and a sweater cut in half lol

#i have 0 tights that match this at all so I just went with whatever I could find lol #really I just think the shape is interesting - not the colors or etc. but you know hghj #something simple for fun #self #everything is from the bins (basically thrift store) except the shoes are from... ebay I think? they're very old #since they broke after wearing them twice and so they've just been sitting broken in the closet for years lol #which you can't tell in the photo but one of the bottom parts of the shoes (like... where the sole attaches to the platform) has come #completely detached at the heel #unfortunate because I like the design! but also they were only like $30 so... idk what I expected ghbbhjn #that's why I don't buy shoes anymore - all the ones I have are old. #I'll get them from thrift stores but I don't buy them online from ebay and stuff like I used to #I can't afford shoes that don't break and what's the point in buyig things that are just going to fall apart lol

[herherteartear]

our special time | 14

a/n— i’m sorry if you don’t like written chapters, i tried to keep it short tho💞

You flinched at the sudden feeling of droplets landing on your body. Turning your head towards the sky, a raindrop fell on your eyebrow. You mumble out a curse. Of course, it just had to rain right now. Right now being the fact that you were aimlessly walking around a place you didn’t know because there was no way you were going to let Hoseok take you home. Not after he cheated on you.

Well, cheated wouldn’t be the appropriate word. In all honesty, you couldn’t find yourself being jealous of the girl he went on a date with. So what made you dramatically storm out of the restaurant with a distressed Hoseok calling after you? Simple: you had been in love with him for years, waited for him for years, and the moment you guys were finally able to give being together a shot, he goes and dates another girl. It was insulting! He had hurt you in a way you would never hurt him. Then, a wave of guilt washed over her body. You would never hurt him like that.. right? Surely, it was different with you and Taehyung.

Except it wasn’t. And you knew that. The way Taehyung made you feel was the exact same way Hoseok made you feel once upon a time. You shake your head with a sigh. This was all just so confusing to you. You don’t even remember when you had fallen out of love with Hoseok. Perhaps it had slowly happened over the duration of waiting for him. It had been awhile since your crush on Hoseok began. Jin was right.. Your feelings weren’t the same they were 3 years ago.

You pulled your phone out of your sweater pocket. You couldn’t stop the swell of warmth you felt when you caught a glimpse of your background, a silly selfie Taehyung deemed worthy to be your background. The comforting feeling Taehyung’s face gave you made you frown. Had you done Hoseok dirty? Your thoughts were interrupted when you saw all the missed messages from Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok. Deciding to ignore them, you checked the time. 10:39. Taehyung should be here for you soon. So you sat patiently on the park bench, hugging your drenched sweater as close to yourself as possible and tried not to think too much.

Taehyung clutched the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles were white. His whole body was tense and his heart was frantic. The second you texted him to pick you up, Taehyung had raced out of the studio and into Jimin’s car. He didn’t even stop to think how Jimin and Jungkook would get home. But he didn’t care. Taehyung’s thoughts were consumed by you. Which isn’t something unusual these days, but this time they were fearful. He had to get to you. He had to make sure you were okay.

He got to the park you texted him in record time. Taehyung slammed his car door shut, ripped open the umbrella and began his search for you. You’d seen the car’s headlights. Knowing no one in their right mind would go to the park at this time, you rushed towards it, in desperate need of Taehyung. Gripping the umbrella, Taehyung ran to you. You both crashed into each other, ungracefully and slightly painfully, but that didn’t matter. You embraced each other like lovers meeting after being torn apart.

“C’mon.” His voice rumbled through his chest. You reluctantly pulled away. He lead you to the car, and only once you had climbed in did you notice how soaking you were. You turned to Taehyung with a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, gesturing to your clothes that clung to your body. Taehyung let out a throaty chuckle.

“Let’s get you home.”

Taehyung sat on your couch, patiently waiting for you to get changed from your wet clothes. He let himself observe the place better than the last time he was invited into your home. A smile overtook his features at the sight of the various paintings you had hung up, but what he enjoyed the most was the framed pictures you had of yourself, your friends, and your family. Taehyung reached to pick up a particular picture frame of you and Hoseok. He studied the grin on your face that reached your eyes, the way your hand was lifting up to cover your mouth (a habit you had when laughing, Taehyung noticed), but mostly the way you were wrapped in his arms.

“That was about a year after Namjoon introduced me to Hobi.” Your voice pulled him out of his deep thoughts. Taehyung whirled around to face you. His eyes widened as he tried to stutter out an apology. “No, its okay. I don't mind. If anything, it’s kind of embarrassing to think about how much I liked him.” You rubbed your hands together as you breathed out a laugh.

Taehyung took in the pajamas you changed into, cute light blue pajama shorts with a matching button up shirt. As he took a seat next to you on the couch, he saw you were wearing fuzzy socks with bears on them. His favorite animal.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Taehyung asked cautiously. He knew he wasn’t your best friend or anything, but he hoped you could see the genuine care he had for you. Your eyes fluttered away from his, as his dark brown orbs made your heart speed up. Could he hear it? You definitely could.

“I– I don't know.” Every word you knew seemed to have flown out of your mind when Taehyung sat next to you. Taehyung gently took your hand in his. Both of your skins burned at the feeling. Your hand was so soft in his.

“What happened tonight?” He asked. Taehyung hoped he didn’t come off as pushy; he only wanted to help you. Deciding to focus on his hands as his eyes were too intense for your little heart to handle. You began to play with his fingers, which, unbeknownst to you, made his heart skip a beat.

“I’m not sure if you saw, but apparently Hoseok went on a date with another girl.”

“But you guys aren’t dating, right?” Taehyung tried to mask his fear with curiosity. He didn’t want you to want Hoseok. He wanted you to want him.

“No! Not really, we were just feeling it out. And I’m not, like, jealous or anything. I’m just.. hurt?” You tilted your head to the side as you said that. Your eyes peeked up at Taehyung’s. “I fell in love with Hoseok the moment I saw him. I’d been in love with him for a year already when we took that picture.” You referred to the picture Taehyung was looking at. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“How long have you loved him?”

“Three years? I think. When I told him, he said that I was cute, but he wasn’t ready for a relationship. He wanted to work on his career first, which is totally understandable–”

“To an extent.” Taehyung interrupted. Your hands paused their actions. “If it were me, I never would’ve asked you to wait and if I did, for whatever ridiculous reason, I would never make you wait three years.” He seemed to have gotten a lot closer. You could feel his clothed thigh against your exposed one. A soft smile fell on your lips. Taehyung glanced down at them, letting his lips fall into a smile, too.

“Well, if only past me knew you, Tete.” You laughed softly. He loved the sound of your laugh, whether it was a loud one, a wheezy one, or a breathy, barely there one. He wanted to make you laugh for the rest of your lives. “I waited, and along the way, I stopped fawning every time he called my name and I saw him as just my friend, Jung Hoseok.” You paused and gripped Taehyung’s hand with both of your own. “But it was three fucking years.. I had to try with him, y’know? I wasted so much time on him! I owed it to myself to try, or else.. or else, I’d be humiliated.” Your eyes were now welled up with tears. You clutched Taehyung’s hand to your chest. He felt his eyebrows knitting together, in anger and in sadness for you. “And then he went and dated some girl! While we were dating! While I waited for him for years! I’m hurt because he would never had waited for me.” The tears were now rushing down your face. You couldn’t seem to pinpoint if it was from sorrow, embarrassment, or resentment. Taehyung pulled his hand out of your grasp to pull you onto his lap.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He reassured as he held your head against his chest. You listened to the rumble of his chest every time his spoke and the steady beating of his heart; or was that steady? It seemed a little fast to you. Eventually, your tears stopped. You didn’t dare move a muscle, though. “I don’t know how anyone could ever do that to you.” He murmured. His cheek was now resting against the top of your head. Fresh tears pricked the edges of your eyes, threatening to spill out. You quickly wiped them away, just in time for Taehyung to pull you both into a standing position.

“Will you dance with me?” He asked, his toothy grin taking over his features. You smiled brightly at him. Taehyung giggled at the sparkle in your eye. He reached down to grab your hips and spun your around. You shrieked out a laugh.

“Wait! Aren't we going to play music?” You protested. Taehyung grabbed your arms to drape them over his shoulders.

“Don’t need it.” His deep voice rasped in your ear. He rested his head on the crook of your neck as his arms wrapped themselves around your waist. Feeling him so close, in such an intimate position, made your stomach erupt in butterflies. But even then, that wasn’t enough to describe the utter happiness you felt in this moment. Right now, playing with the ends of Taehyung’s hair, feeling his soft breath tickle your neck, having his strong arms holding you.

You knew the exact moment you had fallen out of love with Hoseok. It was when you met Kim Taehyung.

idol!taehyung x dancer!reader

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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 3)

platonic! yosano akiko x f! reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff but trigger warning!! there may be a sensitive topic for others

*getting grabbed and pulled to an alleyway! alcohol mentioned!*

please remember that yokohama isn’t the friendliest place, especially at night.

previous: part 2 : their beloved president

author’s note: same ages as last time!! (so that means everyone is one year younger than canon; that makes yosano 24)

this one is actually pretty long :0

i got info abt her likes on her wiki page (careful! there’s spoilers!)

and yosano is a queen and no one can tell me otherwise

the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

going grocery shopping was an okay chore in your opinion

it honestly depended on your mood or whatever kind of shit happens when you go shopping

cause like something always, always happens whenever you go do groceries

sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and sometimes it’s just plain weird

one time some weirdo proposed to you in the middle of the store asking for a double suicide

he was good looking you’d admit but it’s not like you’d ever see him again

or so you thought

a n y w a y s

every so often, you’d run out of real person food in your apartment

you mostly survive off all of the leftover bakery treats and ingredients—which works out pretty well actually—but bakery supplies unfortunately also run out quite often

and also unfortunately, one time when both fukuzawa & ranpo took a visit to Sakura’s, fukuzawa argued that “no you can’t live off sweets for the rest of your life”

ranpo was scandalized and scrambled to cover your ears

you guys were at it for a while

in the end you sided with fukuzawa causing ranpo to go off about “betrayal from the people he cared most abt” or smth like that

you guys were okay again after bribing him with sweets :)

for bakery supplies you usually have them delivered bc you order them in large quantities bc ahaha no way were you gonna carry like 15-20 50 pound bags of flour no way

when days like those happen, you close up the bakery early so you aren’t walking home when it’s too dark

you scheduled it to happen every first saturday of the month

on those saturdays, you close at 5 instead of at 8

currently, you were at the grocery store looking for basic cooking ingredients such as proteins, vegetables, fruits, and most importantly, snacks

ranpo’s been rubbing off on you

the sun was starting to set and you were walking home with your two bags of groceries when shit went down

tbh you were kinda expecting it cause your grocery run was peaceful for once

but what you weren’t expecting was a wack-a-do to appear out of goddamn nowhere right when you were opening the side door to get to the staircase up to your apartment

like honestly

let a woman do her own thing

the man who grabbed you tried to covered your mouth so you couldn’t scream but you didn’t exactly make it easy for him

you kicked and thrashed around even using the grocery bags—that were somehow still in your hand—as a weapon and the man struggled but he was still bigger than you and was able to bring you to a nearby alley

he reeked of alcohol and you spotted a wedding band on his left hand

not that you cared about the detail in the moment

you kicked him in the groin and in response he let you go only to fall on broken glass that was in the alley way

using the wall to help yourself up, you grabbed a nearby wooden stick and struck him right on his back

your attacker fell and you immediately turned on your heels to escape only to fall back down on the hard cold ground once again

you lift your face up and look back to see the man holding onto your ankle

grabbing a shard of glass—cutting yourself in the process— you begin to swing it at him only for him to easily grip your wrist and stop you

you get ready try and kick him in the groin again but you’re interrupted as your attacker gets sucker punched and flies to wall

you look up to see your savior and you’re blessed to see a beautiful woman, probably not that much older than you are—she’s probably around ranpo’s age— donning a white long sleeve button up, a matching black necktie, knee length skirt, and gloves, along with tights, red heels, and a pretty butterfly clip in her short black hair

but what you really notice is her eyes

ranpo’s eyes were pretty but you like hers just a bit more

you’ve always liked the color magenta

the pretty lady holds out her hand and you take it graciously and thank her as she helps you up

as that’s happening, your attacker gets himself onto his feet and his groan catches both of your attention

he struggles to stand and the pretty lady simples saunters over to him and delivers an uppercut knocking him out cold

you’re stunned and you breathe out a “thank you” making her turn towards you

she notices the condition you’re in

bleeding scrapes on your hands, arms and legs, small rips in your clothes like your tights, blouse, and skirt, and the ruffled state of your hair and clothing

she asks if you live nearby and you tell her that you own the bakery that’s one or two buildings away

when you tell her that, it clicks in her mind that you must be the bakery girl ranpo’s been talking about and the friend fukuzawa was cat sitting for

it’s been abt two weeks since ranpo and fukuzawa first met you and since then, they’ve seen lucky in the office plenty and the boxes of your signature sweets even more

if those two trust you, she has no reason not to

she smiles at you, holds out her hand for you to shake, and introduces herself as the doctor of the armed detective agency

your eyes widen and you smile back at her shaking her hand

“ah! you must be yosano-sensei then! ranpo-san and fukuzawa-san have talked about you! it’s so nice to meet you! im (l/n) (y/n)!”

“they’ve talked about you too, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you (y/n)”

after that exchange she insisted on bringing you home to treat you wounds which you told her it wasn’t necessary

she gave you a pointed look and that was when you realized what state you were in

you sighed and weakly gave in to which she only grinned at

before leaving the alley she walks over to the unconscious man and pulls out his wallet for some sort of identification and home address as you try to see if there’s any groceries still salvageable

after texting the details to kunikida, yosano turns to you poking around the now ruined grocery bags

she simply rubs your back and tells you that the both of you could go buy more groceries together as she was meaning to get some anyways; she even said she’ll pay for you

you refused obviously but she, unknowingly, used the same tactic fukuzawa used with you

“so you’re saying you don’t need groceries?”

“...”

*cue an eyebrow raise from our resident queen*

“...you agency members don’t like making things easy for me huh.”

you gave in reluctantly and at this point you don’t even know why you try negotiating with them

and that’s only three of them

apparently, she was on the other side of the street on the way to buy groceries for the agency when she noticed different produce items on the other sidewalk leading to the alley and she went to check out what happened

ironically, the way to the grocery store from the agency makes you go past Sakura’s but she didn’t realize it until after the two of you had met

before you know it, the two of you are in your apartment kitchen as she cleans and patches up all of your wounds

as she does so the two of you have a little girl talk

you find it quite comforting bc since you opened up Sakura’s you haven’t really had the chance to connect to many people much less other women

you definitely see yosano as your cool, loving, badass older sister

she thinks you’re adorable and agrees with ranpo’s opinion

yup 

that’s right

the opinion that you’re like a little kid </3

you called it a betrayal and all she did was laugh at you <//3

“awhh that’s really cool yosano-sensei!—MFPH?!?”

*squishing your cheeks the same way ranpo did* “ranpo-san was right (n/n)-chan, your cheeks are squishy!”

“?!”

after that small fiasco, the two of you talked some more and bonded over your love for flowers, japanese sweets, and much more!!

you even made a date to have a girls day to go shopping and eat out!

you’re internally squealing a bit bc it’s been a while since you’ve gone shopping

yosano notices and she giggles behind her hand not saying anything bc she knows you’ll only throw a fit

the two of you came around the topic of ranpo when lucky passed by

lucky quickly warmed up to the doctor and cozied up in her lap

“i wish ranpo-san was able to meet lucky when he came by the first time, but then again, he’d probably throw a tantrum if i don’t pay attention to him for 5 seconds”

she snorted at that and like fukuzawa, she shared stories abt the slightly older male

“ranpo-san doesn’t know how to ride a train?”

“unbelievable right?”

“for someone so intelligent i expected more from him”

“i’ll be telling that to ranpo-san, (n/n)-chan”

“wha—?! yosano-sensei please don’t!”

like ranpo, she’s also a tease </3

but you love her anyway <3

eventually, she finished patching you up and promised to treat you to a new set of clothes when the two of you go out

“you don’t need to lose a good set of clothes just because of a sleazy man (n/n)-chan! you deserve better!”

you were going to argue that the rips in your clothes were fairly small and could easily be fixed—except the tights—but you stopped in your tracks when you remembered that it was practically useless to argue against an ada member

the two of you walked to the grocery store and bought both of your needed supplies—along with some extra goodies—and then she walked you back to your place bc it was already a bit dark out

but even if it wasn’t, she would walk you anyways

besides, if anything happened to you, she’s 1000% positive that ranpo and fukuzawa are gonna flip the fuck out not that she wont cause she most definitely will

speaking of which

you were drinking a bottle of water as the two of made your way back to Sakura’s when all of a sudden

“(y/n) you do realize that i have to tell shachou and ranpo-san about what happened today right?”

you choked on your water

“yosano-sensei you can’t! if you do they’ll freak! they won’t leave me alone for at least two weeks! one if im lucky!”

“exactly the point”

you just accepted your defeat already knowing that you’d lose

but maybe you can simmer down their anger towards the bastard with sweets and lucky

you arrived at Sakura’s shortly after and after bringing groceries in, you packaged a bunch of pastries leftover from today—bc you closed early—and bc you’re well aware that ranpo doesn’t share any of the sweets you send him with

you even gave yosano her own special box filled with goodies she loves, and a thermos of fukuzawa’s favorite, your special hot honey lemon tea

other than the sweets, you prepared lucky to spend the night at fukuzawa’s

you really really hoped that doing these things would make them calm down

you shivered at the thought of what their responses would be

you felt really bad for giving yosano all these things to carry and that you were keeping her very late

she assured you that she was fine and that if someone tried to mess with her she’d kick their ass

and after exchanging numbers, the magenta eyed queen bid you a good night and walked back to the agency with lucky walking by her heels

arriving back at the agency, yosano was greeted with some concerns asking if she was alright bc she came back from her grocery run pretty late

(she usually goes in the mornings but today was pretty busy so she left in the late afternoon but now it was already dark)

she waved off the concerns and plopped a couple boxes of your signature bakery boxes at ranpo’s desk, the one for her at her own, the last few boxes in the kitchen for any other agent or clerk to grab, placed the thermos on the desk fukuzawa was by, and picked up lucky and handed him to the president

the two males were pleased with what yosano had brought them, and pleased that another agency member had the chance to meet you

fukuzawa was rubbing lucky and ranpo already snacking on treats as yosano expected

but here comes the hard part

or maybe it’s gonna amusing who knows

“i met (y/n) today.”

“we could tell.”

in goes another treat in the green eyed man’s mouth

“would you like to know how?”

“you bumped into each other, had girl talk, made plans to go out, went grocery shopping, and you brought me and shachou presents.”

“great job ranpo-san, you’re almost completely correct.”

this caught the attention of basically everyone bc they knew ranpo was never “almost completely correct”

“we ended up meeting bc she got attacked on her way home from grocery shopping, i treated her wounds, then we had girl talk and did all the other stuff”

ranpo and fukuzawa froze right in their tracks

“i sent all the info of the bastard to kunikida”

“kunikida.”

“yes shachou”

“find out everything about that man and bring it to me and ranpo”

“...yes shachou”

“and yosano”

“yes?”

“text (y/n) and tell her that her cat, tea, and pastries aren’t going to work as a bribe”

just as you finished taking a shower you sneezed

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♡  week one  —  kageyama tobio   |   long-distance relationship

♡  summary  —   getting into a relationship with kageyama was close to impossible, that you knew. nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from developing feelings for him and eventually becoming more than friends. he was constantly training and didn’t have a lot of time to spend by your side, but once kageyama found himself remembering your laugh on his way home, he decided to do whatever it took to make the relationship work.

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Every morning, Kageyama wakes up at the same hour. He puts on his running shoes, grabs his phone, keys and earphones and hits the streets. It’s been his routine since he started playing volleyball. While he ran, Kageyama preferred to keep his mind focused in his steps, the weight he was putting on his heels and toes, his heart rhythm and his mind replaying the sets he had done the day before. He didn’t see running as something he did before he trained, but as part of the training itself. Kageyama was very adamant against listening to music or a podcast during his morning runs. 

Everything changed after he met you.

Kageyama puts on his earphones and goes through his mail inbox. Like most days, he sees your name on his most recent unopened email. He downloads the audio attachment and presses play before shoving his phone back to his pocket.

“Good morning Tobio!”

His lip twitches upward.

“So, you must be sleeping right now. Which sucks! Because I just got home from work. Yes, I got safe, don’t worry. Mika and her boyfriend dropped me at my place right now. Remember Mika, my coworker? Yeah. Hey boyfriend always picks her up when we have shifts until one in the morning and they drive me home. I’m kind of tired right now.”

Kageyama hears a long yawn on your side, followed by a thud that he imagines it’s you laying on your bed.

“Let me put on some music,” you say, and a few seconds later he listens to a tune he thinks he’s heard before. “Today’s classes were just okay. I got a grade back but it wasn’t what I expected.”

“But, what can you do?” Kageyama mouths along with your voice.

“Work was also okay. Mika and I spent most of the night talking, she had had a small fight with her boyfriend and asked me for advice. It wasn’t really a big thing, you see…”

The next few minutes, Kageyama listens to you ramble about your friend and her boyfriend, but he has to admit he is paying more attention to your voice than what you were saying. He imagines himself watching you talk and the expressions he had seen you make the first time he had seen you. The tip of your tongue sticking out between your teeth after you laughed at something you shouldn’t have laughed about, the slight pout on your lips as you talked about something you didn’t like or the attentive way your eyes fixated on him while he talked about volleyball.

“Anyway, I know you don’t really care about this,” you say. “But it’s really nice to imagine you listening to me talk during your morning runs. Is it already cold there? I hope you put something on if it is. Not trying to tell you what to do. I know you, more than anyone, take your health very seriously, but I guess I can’t help but worry,” you chuckle. You stay quiet for a moment, and Kageyama basks in the comfort your silence provides.

His mind goes back to those Sunday nights when he’s watching past games on his laptop while he’s face timing with you. You are usually taking a cup of coffee, trying to forget you’ve only slept five hours after getting home from your shift at the bar. You know he has to get to bed in a couple of hours so he can get enough rest for this Monday practice, so you treasure those small moments when the time difference and both your busy schedules let you share a moment. Kageyama’s eyes are fixated on his laptop and you take the opportunity to revise some of your lessons, most of the time finding out there was a paper due next week you had forgotten about.

Every once in a while you take a look at your phone and see Kageyama’s dark eyes glued to his laptop. You bury your nose on the Schweiden Adlers hoodie he sent you last month and even if your boyfriend’s smell has almost completely worn off, you still find comfort in wearing his clothes.

When Kageyama comes back to his house to get ready for training, your voice is no longer in his ears. You always made sure not to surpass the usual time he spends running. He takes a look at the dual clock on his phone and realizes you must be still in class, so he refrains from sending a text and hops on the shower.

The fourteen hour difference between the both of you had seemed like a wall impossible to climb. Not only that but his intense training schedule plus your uni classes and your part time job also took most of your energy and it was a rare occurrence that you could sit in front of a computer at the same time.

But the connection was something he had never experienced before. He had been invited to a foreign university overseas for a tournament. The day before it started, the team had gone to the campus to get to know the facilities, and after they were done, Kageyama had left them to buy something to drink from a vending machine. Not being able to find any, he asked for directions and took the elevator to the cafeteria, not noticing someone carrying a couple of books under their arms standing next to him.

Now it seemed almost fate to remember how the elevator malfunctioned and he had to spend the next two hours with you. After pressing the Emergency button and being told it would be a while, you introduced yourself with a smile. He wasn’t really enthusiastic about getting to know each other but it all changed after he mentioned he was there because of a volleyball tournament. Kageyama can still remember your eyes widening and the questions that followed, all centered about his true passion. A few minutes later, you were sitting on the floor of the elevator, while he explained in broken English every position in volleyball and what they were supposed to do. Even though you hadn’t played any sports seriously outside of school, the fact this guy was talented enough to get invited overseas to play had spiked your attention, and you asked question after question so you could understand more about volleyball.

“So the setter is basically the key player, right?” you had asked, while he scribbled on the notebook you had lent him so he could explain.

Kageyama tried not to smile. He really did.

After you asked him about the tournament schedule and wrote down the name of his team, you promised you would do your best to make it to the game. Kageyama had never really cared about people coming to his games to watch but, once he had won the first game as was leaving the court, his eyes unexpectedly met yours and he saw you waving at him for the bleachers with a smile. He nodded at you and as he disappeared through the gym door he thought maybe someone going to see his games wasn’t so bad.

One week later, Kageyama’s team had won the tournament, and since you had asked for his number while waiting inside the elevator, you offered to buy him something from the cafeteria after the final match. This time, he took the time to listen to you ramble about your career, and how enthusiastic you were about it. He didn’t understand most of the things you talked about, most of your words sounding foreign and new to him. But the one detail he did recognize at first glance was the way your pupils dilated while you spoke. Your hands moved faster than usual as you tried to explain, and you even used the salt shaker on the table as a prop to help you out. The glimmer in your eyes was the same nature as the burn he used to feel in his chest whenever he talked about volleyball. You promised to stay in contact and gave him a small but tight hug when it was his time to leave. He hoped you didn’t notice the pink tint on his cheeks before you went away.

Your love confession came two months after he was back in Japan, followed by the longest and hardest conversation the two of you had ever had. He explained his strict training schedule and you talked about your university increasing the hardness of the classes you took and how little time you had left. A long silence filled the room, and you realized maybe you should have kept the confession to yourself. It was never going to work. There were too many impediments so maybe it would have been better to push down whatever you felt. In the end, you two weren’t supposed to meet and--

“I’d like to try it.”

You can still remember the blush on his cheeks and furrowed eyebrows after blurting out those words. You smiled brightly at him and nodded, enthusiastically.

“I’d like to try too.”

It had been one year and six months since then. To find someone who not only understood his crazy schedule but was passionate about their own work felt surreal to Kageyama. Your plan was to finish your career in your home country and then move to Japan. You had been auditing the Japanese classes at your uni and taking a part time job to be able to support yourself as you settled in a new country. All of those changes meant less time to be able to talk with Kageyama as much as you did before. He assured you he understood, even if he would never admit out loud he missed you as well.

The situation prompted you to find other ways to feel close to him, hence why Kageyama woke up almost every day with a new audio file from you. You went from talking about your day to making him listen to music and even took the chance to practice your japanese. His English listening skills had also gotten better in the past year, all thanks to talking with you and how you would slow down your pace and repeat yourself if he ever needed to. While you recorded your audios after work, he usually recorded his after practice while he walked home from practice. Even if he was always a little worried about the length, you always made sure to send him messages about how happy you were to hear his voice while you ate your lunch or walked to your job after your classes.

Kageyama finishes his shower and comes back to his room. He gets ready in less than ten minutes in silence, knowing he doesn’t have any time to spare if he wants to get to the practice in time. Winter break is a month away, and he wants to give his best before he’s forced to step away for a couple of weeks. He has never liked holidays stepping in his routine, but he knows there was nothing he could do but endure and wait for his training to resume.

Before he leaves, Kageyama checks his phone again and opens the newest email.

Congratulations! Your flight booking is confirmed.

Okay, maybe he is looking forward to winter break after all.

#kageyama x reader #haikyuu x reader #fluffvember #fluffvember 2020 #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #hq x reader #hq kageyama #kageyama #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq!!

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Ah!! My bad!! Didn't know you couldn't write controversial stuff!! I'll be happy to resend the ask!))May I have Enji, Bakugo, and Deku with a very punk S/O?-Anarchy anon

Bakugou:

• He thinks its very entertaining.

• V e r y

• He likes what you wear 🥺🥺

• He thinks they suit you

• they match your skin

• and your body

• thigh highs?? Yes.

• skirts??? He loves it

• tight jeans?? Baby pop the duck off

• studded collar? Y e s

• all your bracelets? Shits dope as duck

• Listen I know his parents literally work in fashion- but he did not inherit the genes needed to be good at it

• so you're gonna have to help hi

• and your make up blows him away

• You teach him how to do eyeliner

• bc we all know he abuses the power

• so you sit him down and you show him how you do yours

• and then you give him an extra eyeliner pen and he copies each step

• Now his eyeliner is sharp as fuck

• its great

• he'll help you dye your hair

• which you love because the feeling of him playing with you hair or running his fingers through it to even out the dyed strands feels like heaven

• you've fallen asleep from it before

• he thinks its funny

• bc here you are

• big scary punk babe

• falling asleep bc he's playing w your fucking hair

• HE LOVES YOUR ATTITUDE

• There just this ion give a fuck attitude that punks have

• and he lives for it

• except when it comes to school

• or anything else productive

• so basically just when you're dealing with other people

• bc he's absolutely on your ass about grades

• he'll come w you to get new piercings

• stick n pokes are a no go tho

• seriously he'll flip lmaoo

Deku-

• Bro you and Dekj are literally the opposite

• he's ✨🧚‍♀️🥰😍💋💫❣❣

• a fucking bottom

• and youre 🤬👺😈💢♠️⛓💉🩸🗡

• its very amusing to see a babey decked out in black and blue and purple with crazy fucking hair, screamjng profanities at some bitch who had the misfortune of messing w ur bf

• and then a broccoli boy w green hair panicked and trying to pull you away from the fight

• :)

• he's enamored with your makeup tho

• heavy eyeliner?? Yes

• blush??? Yes.

• eyeliner in places thats not your fucking eye? Yes.

• Black lipstick? Yes.

• Babey wants to try and to it 🥺

• its harder than he thinks

• he's looking at the best he just made on your eyelids and he's like 😓

• he likes to try on your jewelry too!!

• just chill with it throughout the day

• like he'll walk into class one day wearing your spiked choker and no one bats an eye

• bc they just know

• its a deku thing

• or he'll come in wearing your cool hand chain things on days they don't have to train

• or your bracelets!

• also?? He sees your coping method of piercings

• and that you do them yourself

• and he'll watch as you do it like 🥰🥰

• he'll make sure its all safe tho!!!

• just because you're punk doesn't mean you can't be safe!!!!

• he likes to see all your cool pins :(

• he'll steal those too

• @ arthur making a fist meme pin

• your favorite one

• he SNATCHES

• HE JUST TAKES IT

• AND YOURE LOOKING FOR IT

• UNTIL ONE DAY YOU SEE IT ON HIS MOTHER FUCKING BACKPACK

• n your like sir??????

• whomst??

• you can't take it from him tho 😔

• he's just too cute and he'd be sad if you took it

• he'll sometimes pick your outfit to go out

• or he'll have you style something he can wear so he looks 😤😤 too

• and its a vibe

Enji:

• You'd never think

• THE Enji Todoroki

• would end up

• w someone

• like

• you

• He's a very composed man

• He dresses well, expensive designer brands

• he's always put together and well-mannered (for the most part)

• and then there's you

• the fucking gremlin from hell that runs on caffeine and energy drinks that looks like a hottopic advertisement

• Its awesome tbh

• Shouto LOVES you

• Bc you're in your late 20's- Early 30's and you fr just living not giving a shit

• Not acting like his mother

• knowing you have like 0 authority over him

• just fucking vibing

• And somehow you managed to snag his dad??

• youre the embodiment of ill marry your date and make you my stepson bitch

• he's like yo, I see you

• Enji lowkey (highkey he just doesn't think its obvious) finds it hot

• that you dress the way you too

• and your attitude

• it just does things to him

• he just really really likes the vibe

• theres an excitement of finally just letting go and saying fuck it after a long day of being composed

• and it appeals to him

• I feel like lowkey part of the punk vibe is making/thrifting/mismatching clothes and just good hard as fuck

• like

• I got these pants from Walmart, this shirt from 7/11 that I cut up and I found these shoes behind the dumpster of an Arby's so here we fucking go

• so when he buys you fancy and expensive punk shit you're like 😤😤😤

• but also like 👁👁

• bc get that bread sis

• mans just watches you kill your hair with bleach and hair dye

• "Would you like me to call and schedule and appointment with Fuyumis hair stylist?" He asks with confusion

"No!! We're fucking shit up is what we're doing. We HAVE to do it this way!!!!"

"Okay, would you like help? I can try the best I'm able to,"

"Aw bby, help is for the week."

• you end up needing help to get the back lmaoooo

• you do your own haircuts

• bc like I said

• fucking shit up

• thats the vibe

• m u l l e t

• PLEASE

• or you know the girls that cut lil bits of their hair so short it looks like lil horns??

• please do that

• I promise he'll get rlly soft about it

• "I believe it suits you," he'll say softly, running his fingers through the ends of your hair

"Thanks, I fucked it up and went for it."

• he tends not to curse as much

• so

• :)

• you'll curse for him

• some shit goes wrong? You're right next to him?

• get ready for the storm bb

• "oh you mother fucking cu-"

• he honestly doesn't mind the mouth

• bc like I said before

• its refreshing for him to know he can come home and not be expected to be composed

• He will absolutely be willing to pay for whatever tattoos you want

• and honestly just take him up on it bc tattoos are expensive like

• 3 letters is like 150 bruh

• but!! Piercings are done at home!

• unless they're in your mouth :)

• tongue piercing or that peircing above your teeth

• he won't let you do shit like that at home

• when you did get them he helped you take care of them

• but esr piercings are free game

• overall he's very very supportive in the way you dress and act all around• he really doesn't mind at all

#bnha bakugo katsuki #alpha bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #mha katsuki #bakugou x reader #Deku x reader #deku #izuku midoryia x reader #izuku midoryia #midoryia x reader #midoryia #todoroki enji #enji todoroki #enji x reader #todoroki x reader #omegaverse my hero academia #my hero academia omegaverse #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia

[harry-potter-nerd]

Perciver!!!

Aight- mind if I make a Oliver and Percy engagement fic? Here we go

This takes place about three years after the Battle Of Hogwarts, so Ginny is two years out of school.

Percy and Oliver had been dating since the summer before their 7th year, but no one knew.

Oliver Wood is the keeper for the national England Quidditch team. Ginny is one of the chasers, it’s Wood’s second year on the team, and it’s Ginny’s first.

England, for the first time in years, were in the finals for the World Cup.

The entire Weasley family is there to support Ginny, even, surprisingly Percy. Everyone thought he wouldn’t have come, not wanting to miss work. But he was there, so were Harry, Hermione, Fleur, Angilena and even little Teddy Lupin, who Harry had gotten permission from his grandmother to take him. He had seen everyone with red and white, and made his hair striped in the colors.

Lee Jordan was commenting on the match, and started with announcing all the team players names of the Scottish team, then England.

“And they’re off!” Lee shouted as the referee kicked open the trunk with the balls.

The game was so fast, both teams seemed to be working as one unit.

twenty minutes in, the score was still 0:0, both teams were exceptional. One of the Scottish chasers was zooming twords the goal posts, Quaffle in hand, but Ginny, seemingly out of nowhere came and knocked into him.

They wrestled for a moment, grappling for the ball, the Scottish player elbowed her hard in the face- everyone winced, but she had succeeded in her goal.

She pulled away, ball in hand, speeding twords the other sid of the pitch.

“Weasley in possession” Lee bellowed “And she scores” He cheered

A roar of applause broke out from the mass of English supporters.

She punched her left fist in the air- but by then, both her nostrils were gushing blood, and her right eye started to form a purplish bruise.

The Scottish team captain called for a time out- medi wizards tried to swarm Ginny, but she waved them away, and flew over to the rest of her team.

An hour on later in the game, the score was 50:60 to England. One of the Scottish chasers were once again closing in on scoring.

She threw the quaffle, twords the hoop. But when it was less then a foot away, Oliver caught it- more cheers.

Everyone in the Weasley’s box cheered, but no one louder then Percy.

One of the Scottish beaters came for revenge, nocking a bludger straight into Wood’s stomach, making him double over, only hanging onto his broom with his legs.

“Foul!” Lee called as the ref blew his whistle

Ginny took the penalty, scoring another 10 points.

A half an hour later, the English seeker caught the snitch.

A loud whistle, then it was all over, final score 110:270

All the England players practically crashed into each other, all seven crying with joy. Both Ginny and Oliver were looking worse wear. Ginny’s nose had stoped bleeding, so just to red crusty streams stained her upper lip, it was very clear she had broken it. Oliver seemed to have a hard time breathing, he must have cracked a rib or two.

The Weasley’s viewing box was exploding with cheers, George let off one of his fire works into the sky.

All the players flew over to the Minister’s viewing box, Kingsley and other ministry workers, along with the Scottish representation. The Weasley- Potter- Granger- Delacour party had been invited to sit with the minister, but they insisted they wanted their own area where reporters wouldn’t be able to badger them while they were trying to watch the game.

The scotts shook hands with their minister, then Kingsley, the English team was next, then they were presented with the shining cup.

Wood and one of the beaters lifted their seeker up in the air on their shoulders as he held up the trophy.

They went around for another loop of victory.

The rest of the team went back to the Minister’s box, accept for Oliver, he hovered, right infront of the Weasley’s box. Percy, who was leaning over the edge clapping, practically launched himself into Oliver’s arms.

Everyone seemed to be staring at the pair, and the silence turned to sounds of suprise as the two fell into a tight lip-lock.

The sounds of camera clicking, and the two pulled away from each other, Oliver gently setting Percy back down, both grinning and blushing.

“Oi! Wood- stop snogging my brother and get your arse over here, they’re taking a photo!” The sound of Ginny’s voice, who clearly had recovered most quickly from the suprise

She came over, and forced him to fly to the minister’s viewing box.

“Perc- what? When” George started

Percy just quietly readjusted his glasses and started packing up his things

SORRY LADDIES

The front page of the Daily Prophet the next day was plastered with the story- accompanied by the moving photograph of the two’s kiss.

Sorry Ladies- to all the quidditch fans out there, after England’s defeat of the Scotish national team- England’s keeper, 25 year old Oliver Wood and international heart throb publicly snogged the head of department of management of magical creatures- Perciver Weasley.

Percy Weasley is the brother of Ginerva Weasley, Chaser for England’s team. After this surprising development, neither would answer questions from reporters- but the Daily Prophet always delivers. We got this exclusive picture of what looks like to be a ring box in the pocket of Oliver Wood.

Percy sighed and folded the paper in his hands, he looked d own at his finger, and there was the shining silver band that Oliver had preposed to him with the night before.

Percy looked up, there Oliver was over by the stove, making scrambled eggs for the two of them. Oliver didn't usually stay over night at his boyfriend's London apartment - but this was special

Oliver came over and set the two plates down, and grinned when he saw the news paper

“Always quick aren’t they” he said

“I should probably write Mum, she should here it from me before she reads whatever rubbish Rita Skeeter comes up with”

With that Percy stood up, letting Oliver kiss his forehead and went to grab quill and ink

The end

I love me some fluff, but there will probably be some angst soon

#harry potter #hp #hp fluff #oliver wood #percy weasley #perciver #hermione granger #ginny weasley #ron weasley #teddy lupin #bill weasley #charlie weasley #fleur delacour #angelina johnson #molly weasley #arthur weasley #qudditch #fluff #post battle of hogwarts

[lilacslovers]

💎 Lilac x Gordie {Royalty + Royal Guard AU Fic} Chapter One | The Meeting 💎

aaa i’m so happy! i’ve finished a fic of the first meeting of my s/i and gordie in the royalty au <3

yes it does say chapter one but. idk if this a proper series, its possibly a figurative ‘lets start from chapter one !’ its also just. omg it’s just a chapter like. not even a drabble. just a whole chapter HSJSND

but i truly hope you guys enjoy this! :0 (fic is in the keep reading !! ^^)

•••

The dark oak-stained carriage rattled around Lilac with every prance of Rapidash transporting it, the tight space and cool, pillowy seats barely making up for the sheer cold she was moving into.

In her gloved hands lied a handwritten letter from the Royals in Circhester; a neat cursive paragraph requesting her and her other guard apprentices to protect their home. After all, they would need good protection to hide their most precious jewels in the family, and they required the best of the best. In a way, it flattered Lilac to know they wanted her to assist them.

She folded the letter back into her sac tied at her waist, cuddling into her cape in shock from the sudden Circhesterian chill; she wasn’t too far from the castle now, and wished that they could’ve made her Royal Guard uniform more cozy inside. Perhaps they considered this weather late spring or summer temperatures...

Off guard, the shrill of Rapidash’s cry as it finally came to a halt nearly catapulted her into the rock-hard wood in front of her. She gasped in relief to have caught herself in time, straightening herself to correct such unawareness.

A crunch came from the snow as she dropped down from her carriage, a bag with her necessities slinged over her armoured shoulder. Walking to the near entrance, she turned to the coachman.

“Brr, it’s quite cold around here! You better stay safe in that house, Lilac!” he said, smiling cheerfully.

“Thank you, coachman.” she replied, turning next to the Rapidash, stroking its soft mane.

“And thank you, Rapidash.” she grinned at the Pokémon, in which it whinnied gleefully in response.

Walking across the tiled road to Circhester Castle, the snowy bushes brushed up against her, gorgeously grown flowers to withstand the eternal cold peeked their heads out of the fluffy hedges. Already employed guards outside were gossiping to each other about the family; perhaps they were new guards, like herself. Lilac halted, gaining the attention of the two guards at the grand door they stood up against.

Lilac decided to break the tension between them.

“I am incredibly sorry to interrupt. I am Lilac. I am here to sign myself into the occupation of Guard. I have a letter from the castle itself if you were to want it-“

Before her quiet voice were to finish her sentence, the doors loudly creaked open, revealing the Queen herself; the entrance surprised all three of the guards, yet they all retained the same serious face to show their composure. The Queen gave Lilac a stern look...

“Oh!” came the cheery exclamation of the Queen Melony, holding her hand to her face. “Welcome, dear! I suppose you must be the new Indoor Guard, correct?”

“I- um,” Lilac mumbled, clearing her throat to free the words she had before being surprised. “Yes, your Majesty. I have brought your letter. It is an honour to work with you.”

“Come inside!” invited the Queen. “‘Tis warmer in here, after all! I’ll show you to your position here in the castle.”

“Ah, thank you, your Majesty.”

•••

The warmth of the castle quickly defrosted Lilac’s freezing arms, and the sudden relaxation couldn’t help but make her stare in wonder at the details within: the castle walls were extremely high, regal tapestries hung. Across the tapestries came multiple family portraits from popular artists, and looking closely at the painting would reveal details drawn ever so to-the-point, it made Lilac ponder how someone could even make such a realistic piece in a time limit...

“Oh, I must say,” the Queen began to state. “My children can be quite the troublemakers, hoho... My youngest, a daughter and three sons, I believe they sometimes choose whom they like to see more often, more with my sons, I think. But... my oldest...”

She stopped in her tracks, and so did Lilac.

“... Well, he’s heir to the Throne, now. He possibly cannot choose who he works with, hoho!”

“I see, your Majesty.” Lilac lightly smiled to match the emotion of the Queen’s conversation. “I shall wish the Prince congratulations on being first to the Throne.”

“Oh, he would simply love that,” the Queen chortled. “He is quite the sensible man. I do hope he is excited to rule... I’ve had quite the years around here.”

It was hard for Lilac to decipher who this Prince was; after all, the long generations of family portraits across the wall couldn’t help Lilac’s imagination at all.

Queen Melony pointed to a space by a door, where Lilac stationed herself onto.

“Perfect! Your routine will to be to guard at this area, as well as to watch the household members around here if needed.

You will also patrol around here with other guards around 12 to 1 o’clock PM. Is that understood?”

“Yes, your Majesty.” Lilac agreed, straightening herself stoically. The Queen promptly smiled, and as she went out of sight, another guard poked their head out from the corner.

“Psst, hey. New guard.” they squeaked.

Lilac made eye contact with the other new guard.

“Have you seen Prince Gordie yet?”

“Who?”

“Prince Gordie!” another guard peeped. “C’mon, ‘who?’ Like, the Prince that is, like, constantly just... around? And cool?”

“I really don’t mean to be out of the loop, but...” Lilac held her chin to think. “I haven’t heard anything about any Prince Gordie... All I heard back from my town was when the Queen of Circhester came to visit, and when she did, it was never a ‘visit’ visit, only a ‘come to check out the best carriages’ visit.”

“Oh my Arceus, the Prince...!” yet another guard joined the conversation. “He looked shortly at me once. I just... I felt so seen...”

Oh, brother. Lilac looked away, until the commotion of the group caught her attention once again.

“Ah, look, there he comes...!”

A man came from the depths of the hallway, and suddenly it felt like everything was going slower - or perhaps Lilac was imagining things...

The man had his soft hair tied into a well-kept short ponytatail, as well as his soft and cute lapis eyes kept relaxed and sensual.

He walked with such confidence only a prince could ever have, his cape drifting gently across the satin carpets below. A slight jingling sound came from his minimalistic, yet beautiful necklace around his collar, the pendant resting on his chest where his relaxed blouse shaped the area around such jewellery.

His shoes lightly skipped across the satin carpets to not make even one noise, yet his heels made an dull tap that satisfyingly echoed across the area.

Whatever decent vision Lilac had of the Prince completely went from her mind; the Prince of Circhester, in her eyes, was indeed quite more handsome than she thought.

The guards squealed in delight, making all sorts of gestures to make Prince Gordie look over.

“Gordie! Could you please have a quick discussion with us? We need to talk to you about something?”

... And suddenly, all light the Prince had in his eyes disappeared as soon as he looked at them.

“... Gordie?” his deep, muttering voice repeated, his eyebrows furrowed. Lilac could see the optimism drain from the group, herself shivering along with them even if not involved.

“Never, in all my life, have I heard a stranger call me only by my first name. From what I recall, my title here is ‘Prince Gordie of Circhester’. Is that correct?” his angered voice paused for a while to let the guards rapidly nod their heads, truly attempting to not get into trouble.

“Yes. Now, all I want to hear from you few now is to refer to me as ‘Prince Gordie’. If you cannot, then ‘your Highness’, but if you can’t even manage a formal tone with a prince, you shall expect to be evicted from this castle. Is that understood?”

The guards nodded once again, mumbling out a few ‘Understood, Prince Gordie’s out from their held breath.

“Now. Don’t you have some patrolling to do? It is, after all, 12 o’clock. Go.”

The guards scurried away slowly, cowering from the unfortunate interaction.

Lilac, afraid herself of getting into an altercation, began to steadily inch her way around one corner.

“Please wait.” the Prince interrupted in a much normal, albeit naturally deep tone. Lilac hastily straightened her back once again, turned to face him.

“I did not mean you, I apologise for any confusion.” he stated, grinning. “It’s not actually 12, I just wanted them to leave, hehe.”

“My complete mistake, your Highness.” Lilac replied. “That is quite a tactic to make somebody leave, it’s certainly impressive, your Highness.”

“Hm,” Prince Gordie hummed, taking his chin with one hand. “Tell me, what is your name?”

Lilac paused, finding herself quite confounded at his question; oftentimes, asking for a guard’s name would be informal, as was taught in training.

“Ah, um, if you want it, It’s Lilac, your Highness.”

“Lilac, eh?” Prince Gordie grinned to himself. “A fitting, lovely name for a lovely guard.”

Lilac’s heart struck from the compliment, trying not to show any emotion upon her face, but the Prince began to speak again.

“I must go. I have quite a lot of errands to do.” he sighed, flicking his hair away from his vision.

“But, I do hope to see you again... Lilac.”

Prince Gordie gave a wave as he walked back out of the corridor, Lilac waving goodbye at the same time. As soon as he went completely, she faced the brick wall, intensely pondering the peculiar conversation she had had...

Surely...? Surely, he wasn’t trying to get her into trouble...? But, why would he take interest of only getting her name? Perhaps he was... No, absolutely not, Princes don’t form relationships with their servants...!

Unless, Prince Gordie wanted to?

Nevertheless, Lilac herself had duties to do. But, as she began to walk away, she couldn’t help but think as she rested her palm on her blushing cheek...

#also all those guards r in fact. me FDGFGJLKGDGH #well not mE but. gordie is v cool <3 #aupril 2021 #au april 2021 #lilakuwa #self ship au #self ship community #self ship fic #self ship aus #self ship royalty au #self ship writing #s/i x f/o #s/i x canon #romantic f/o #romantic fictional other #pokemon self ship #pokemon swsh self ship #pokemon self shipping #pokemon self shipper #pokemon self ship au

[jojoboisimagines]

Snippets Ch. 2 : Johnny and Josuke (4) with the Same Crush (2)

Previous Chapter

A set of multiple drabbles/oneshots combining characters (i.e Jojos) from multiple parts and AUs.

A/N: this was meant to be a chapter with casual banter but it went from 0 to 100 real quick-

.::.

Well, it seemed like Johnny only had two options at this point. Those being to either sabotage the date, or let Josuke steal the person he had his heart set on for almost half a year now.

Neither were very enticing to him, but he couldn’t just do nothing. As selfish as the latter option sounded, something deep down inside him just didn’t want to give up (y/n) like that. It had been so long since he had genuine feelings for someone. Hell, maybe he’d never had true feelings for anyone before. But with you, it was so different, so foreign, yet it made him cherish even the little things you did for or with him.

He can’t..no, he won’t let you slip from his grasp so easily.

“Is that right?” He asked, malice being hidden as best as he could manage.

His cousin sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, sporting an excited yet reserved grin.

“I actually dunno, but I guess its worth a shot. Remember the time I snuck into her school and pretended to be a student?”

“And then the two of you called me for help, even though I was at home waking up from a nap..”

Josuke burst out into a fit of contagious laughter at the thought. The jockey could lighten up enough to let out a chuckle of his own. The two of you were really desperate at that time. He had gotten caught by one of the teachers by suspiciously not being on the roster.

“Oh shit, I should probably get out some clothes for it!” The Japanese boy sprinted to his room to pick out something perfect for the date. He advertently brought nearly half of his closet with him to the States, something Johnny wasn't a big fan of, but somehow Josuke managed to fit all of it into the small closet in the spare bedroom Johnny's house harbored.

"Everything you buy is like 200 dollars," Johnny rose his voice loud enough for Josuke to hear. "Can't you just throw anything together?"

The pompadoured man nearly ran back in there to smack the jockey from pure disbelief. "Of course not! There's a lot more nuance to it than that!"

Johnny scoffed, not caring if Josuke heard. "Didn't you buy the two of you matching outfits earlier this month? Just go with that."

At the mention of that particular clothing, Josuke stopped rustling through his bag of clothes and immediately lunged for the outfit in question. "You're a genius Johnny!" Josuke happily praised him. It was a dark purple ensemble, complete with gold accents on the cuffs of the jacket and the color. Yours was a high cut skirt, with dark stockings to match. Even though you rebutted, he insisted he buy it for you after seeing you try it on, stating that it was perfect for your figure. And who were you to decline someone offering to buy something of such a hefty price for you?

Again, not something Johnny was completely on board with, but as long as you were happy, he was fine with it. Didn't look half bad on Josuke either. Yet something still didn't set right with him about the length of your skirt. Don't get him wrong, he loves it, but why would Josuke be so adamant about buying it for you? Hell even now he was rambling something about how you absolutely killed that look when you first put it on. Searching his mind, there was only one answer he could come up with.

“You dumb pervert, the reason you’re buying her that kinda stuff is because you wanna see her legs and shit.” Johnny unapologetically accused.

“Wh--what?!” Josuke’s face had grown into a shade of red the jockey had never seen on him before, not even at his worse jabs. “Y-you don’t have the right to say that! You’re the one thinking it! That’s not what I was referring to at all!”

Josuke looked legitimately pissed for once. The American had seen his wrath before, but not directed towards him. He wasn't frightened or anything like that, but the unsettling feeling wasn't one to be ignored easily.

Yet still, Johnny had pressed on with his accusations. 

"Whatever you say. I swear though, you'd better not treat (y/n) like one of your ol' groupies. She deserves much more respect than some "high school crush" phase you're going through." At this point, the Kentuckian knew his emotions were getting the better of him, but he didn't care. He wouldn't let Josuke have his way with you like this. 

"Phase'?! What are you trying to say, I can't love anyone seriously just because I'm not older? I take my relationships a lot more seriously than you do!" The majority of the Joestar family knew well about Johnny's flings when he was younger, yet this was the first time he was actually confronted about it. There was a tight sting in his chest from hearing it brought up, which only served to piss him off even more.

"At least I know the difference between wanting to sleep with a girl and actually wanting to be with her! You're just a kid with your damn puppy love!" Johnny raised a prodigious finger at him.

"What do you know about love?" Josuke barked.

Johnny's fists balled up. That was uncalled for. Honestly it was surprising to him Josuke was the first to insult him with a statement so emotionally packed.

It seemed like Josuke himself was shocked as well, his eyes immediately widening in regret and dismay, covering his mouth with his hand. 

This was enough to prove to join as clear as day that Josuke's feelings about (y/n) were just as strong as his. As much as he didn't like it, he knew he couldn't stop his date now. Josuke's mind was made up.

The teen walked past Johnny into the back room again, muttering a 'im just gonna get ready' nearly under his breath. His tone sounded genuinely sorry, and it made Johnny feel like an ass for pushing him so far.

He was going to be in utter despair whenever you showed up at their door, but for now all he could do was anticipate it.

#jojo imagines #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo headcanons #jojo no kimyou na bouken #josuke x reader #josuke higashikata #johnny joestar imagine #johnny joestar #johnny joestar x reader

[ohkiyo]

characters: shiratorizawa, reader, and seijoh.

warnings: slight cussing.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: This is one of those ideas that decided to pop up at 2 am. It won’t leave me alone, so here it is. XD

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The shrill sound of the whistle echoed throughout the arena as the game finally ended, the score 2-0 with Shiratorizawa winning the match. You stood up from your seat, cheering alongside the school’s cheer squad at the team’s victory, you held up your hand as they gave you high fives, congratulating them as they move to stand in front of Coach Washijou to listen to whatever he has to say.

It wasn’t anything long, just a simple “Well done” and a nod of his head, it was the closest thing to a praise they could get, but who were they to complain? It’s better than running all the way back to school and do 200 serves after.

“You guys were amazing!” You said, walking behind them as they walk towards the locker room, everyone was in a good mood; the team they were playing against wasn’t much of a challenge like you had expected them to be. The new trick that they were practicing was a success when they decided to try it out a while ago, and no one was arguing with each other during the game as well, not even Shirabu and Semi.

It was a good day and a good day deserves a reward.

Tendou slowed down his walk as he slung an arm around your shoulder “Aren’t we always (Y/n)-chan?”

“Of course!” You nodded beaming at him as he laughs, pinching your cheek as he cooed at you.

“You’re too cute! First years are so cute!”

“Except for Goshiki” the mentioned first year’s head snapped to look at Shirabu, an offended look on his face as the second-year met his eyes, one eyebrow raised in a challenge “What? You think you’re cute?”

“I’ve been called cute by many people, just so you know!”

“Uh-huh”

“You’re just salty because no one calls you cute!”

You took hold of Shirabu’s hand when he raises it to slap every molecule of disrespect from Goshiki’s body, your laugh mixing in with their bickering as Semi’s shout of “Shut up!” went from one ear to another.

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“Iwa-chan, have you seen my glasses?” Oikawa asks, rummaging through his bag for said item, pushing aside the other things inside as he opened every pocket in case he had overlooked them.

“Weren’t you wearing contacts earlier?” Matsukawa stood beside him, stuffing his hands in his pocket.

“I had to take them out; they were starting to hurt my eyes” Oikawa let out a sigh, closing his bag when no signs of his glasses were to be found. They were currently standing outside the arena as they too had just finished their own game, waiting for the lower years who went to buy them some food.

“I’ll send Kindaichi a text to check the changing room” Iwaizumi said, fishing his phone from his pocket and shooting a quick text to the first year. They started walking towards a shaded area, the sun’s heat becoming too much for them to handle.

“Kana-chan?!” They followed their captain’s line of sight, expecting to see his cousin. However, he was just staring at the Shiratorizawa volleyball team, who was talking to a girl wearing a jacket and track pants similar to the ones worn by the team members. Her back turned towards them but her hair color was similar to Kana. Unfortunately, Oikawa couldn’t even distinguish those small difference in details because of his poor eyesight and was now already marching towards the group

“Oi!” They run after him just in case he’d do something stupid, which he probably will.

“We can order take out later, it will be my tre-“ You let out a surprised yelp as you felt yourself being pulled back towards strong chest, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You try to struggle out of the stranger’s hold but his grip on you was too tight.

“Kana-chan, what are you doing being friendly with the enemy?!” You frown, who the hell was Kana?

“Are you trying to make her transfer to Shiratorizawa?! Well, guess what, she will never go to your stupid school!” Oikawa stuck out his tongue at them, as your teammates narrowed their eyes at him.

“Her name is (L/n) (Y/n) she is a first-year student at Shiratorizawa Academy and the manager of the boys' volleyball club” Ushijima stated, his face neutral as ever, you nodded your head pointing your finger at your captain.

“Yes, what he said” Sadly, Oikawa was too busy being angry with Ushijima that he didn’t hear you or he did and he just ignored it.

“Your manager?! She will never manage a team like yours, and her name is Oikawa Kana, a 3rd year at Aobajohsai High School!”

Goshiki, who was not liking the way Oikawa was touching you, grab your hands and started pulling you away, the same with Iwaizumi who has had enough of his teammate’s bullshit started prying him off of you. This resulted in more members from both sides joining and the next thing you knew, you were now in the middle of a game of tug of war.

They were pulling at your arms a little too hard that you feel like they might dislocate your shoulder if this continues any longer. Finally, the last bit of Iwaizumi’s patience is now gone and decided to punch Oikawa in the face, the latter letting go of your hands in surprise at the impact. He stumbled back, holding his face as he turns to the vice-captain.

“Iwa-chan what are you doing?! Now they have Kana-chan!”

“That’s not Kana, trashykawa!” a kick landed on Oikawa’s back as he let out a pained cry. Iwaizumi shoved a pair of glasses on his hand, the one he was looking for earlier, and wore it. He looks at the girl, who was massaging her shoulder from where he was holding her a while ago.

“Oh”

“Go apologize you idiot!” Oikawa stood up, rubbing the area where Iwaizumi kicked him and turned to you. However, instead of apologizing like what Iwaizumi told him, he decided to say something else.

“(Y/n)-chan, right? You’re reall-“

He stops, as you held up your hand in front of him “Please don’t say my name so casually. I don’t even know you”

Now that is a surprise, with Oikawa being so popular, even girls from different schools, coming from different cities know him either by name or by face. Interested, Hanamaki steps forward pointing a finger at Oikawa “You really don’t know him?”

The look you gave him was enough to tell him that yes, you don’t know this idiot who just attacked you “His name is Oikawa Tōru, you know, that pretty guy from Seijoh”

Your eyes shifted to look at the brunette, observing his face as he gave you one of his charming smiles “He looks normal to me” You shrug your shoulders “If we’re talking about pretty guys, Akaashi-san from Fukurodani is 10x prettier”

Oikawa’s jaw slackens in disbelief, now, if it was a guy he would’ve just dismissed it as nothing, Iwaizumi insults him every day. But a girl? It’s tragic, he won’t be recovering from that one any time soon.

You turn to walk back to the bus, your body disappearing from their sight as the members surround your form, protecting you from any more similar incidents that might happen in the next minute.

“That was the first time a girl talk like that to you huh?” Matsukawa’s teasing grin only dampens Oikawa’s mood even more as the middle blocker pointed his phone at him, still recording.

“And I heard she’s very nice too, guess she just doesn’t like you” the two troublemakers share a high five, clearly not giving a crap about Oikawa’s shattered pride.

Iwaizumi let out a huff, crossing his arms over his chest “Serves you right, assykawa”

With teary eyes, Oikawa mumbled “All of you are horrible”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #shiratorizawa #ushijima wakatoshi #semi eita #tendou satori #yamagata hayato #ohira reon #shirabu kenjirou #kawanishi taichi #goshiki tsutomu #aoba johsai #seijoh #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru

[the-shiftshop]

Play Thing

There he was, as always, lying on the bed with nothing but his underwear to save some skin. It always seems like if he doesn’t have a roommate, he would go full on naked every time he sleep, but I won’t complain. I like it this way.

As you can see, I have a big crush on my roommate, Clark. I mean who wouldn’t dream of being plowed by this hunk? I’ve heard his friends tease him about him having a huge dick whenever they come visit and I can see that. He’s barely hard and that bulge in his underwear seems impressive, but that’s not the reason why I’m here standing at the door. I’m not just here to stare once more and worship his body with my eyes. No, I’m going to do more than just that.

I’ve visited Uncle Timothee’s Shift Shop once more, after 10 years. I may say the shop looked much different as it tries to go along the trend and the modernization of every products being released these days. One of those new products is this box uncle gave me for free.

It may look like a normal Rubik's cube that was forgotten to be colored, but it’s somewhat special. If I just put this on the floor, you’ll immediately see its magic work. Right after I placed it in front of my feet, it quickly turned liquid and began moving towards the bed. The black slime climbed up the bedding and right below Clark’s feet. It then, once more, moved itself until he was on top of Clark’s abs, waited for a few seconds as it gets familiar with the body below it first, then took a dive into Clark’s piss hole.

Clark’s eyes shot open and grunted as he felt something penetrate his cock. He screamed and arched his back in pain. He convulsed on the bed, throwing himself in every direction, then soon, the slime finally took over his body and he began to calm down.

“6-1-0-5-2-2” I recited. It was nothing. It was just a pass code I need to set so that whenever I want Clark to be mine again, I’ll just state these numbers.

After setting the cue, Clark stood up from the bed and faced me, showing no emotion at all. The slime now took over his body and he will only do whatever I ask him to.

“State your purpose.” I said.

Monotonously, Clark replied with a long ass dialogue, but the gist of it is that I can now make him do anything I want to, even change his body and turn him into anything I want, but we’re not up for that. I want Clark and I want him only in his own body. I can alter his mind so that whenever he’s back in control, he would act according to what I programmed him to. I might do that, but for now, let me just enjoy him.

“Smile for me”

Clark smiled in that cocky grin I jack off to.

“Answer me honestly, what do you think of me?”

In an instant Clark answered: “Clark Peterson thinks of Peter as—“

“Stop, stop, stop.” I commanded, “Talk like Clark but let’s make him sound as if he’s trying to seduce me.”

Clark’s eyes changed its shine. Now I can see fire burning in them. With that smile, he made me raise my eyebrows and touch my own hardening cock. “Well... I think of you as my bestest friend. Having me to live with you in order for me to live near my job. You cook for me... and you take care of me... and oh, how would I ever return a favor?”

I swallowed hard. I moved closer to him with heavy steps. Everything felt too real to be true but I’ve seen tons of magic from Uncle Timothee, this is not just some act pulled of by Clark, heck he even can’t act this good. I then touched his pecs and squeezed them hard as he stare at me with those seductive eyes.

“How does this make you feel?” I asked

“Nervous.” He replied.

I smiled at him, and then I finally pushed myself to kiss him on the lips. Though he won’t open his lips for me, I tried my best to put my tongue in his mouth. I kissed harder and even placed my hand behind his head. I stopped and looked at him. He was still on it with his seductive eyes, so I asked once more:

“How does that make you feel?”

“I only see you as my best friend and it felt weird when you kiss me. I might want to ignore you.”

I frowned at his reply, but what he said will never change my mind. I’m in control and he will do whatever I want. “If that’s so, replace that nervousness with arousal, building up as I kiss you and touch you everywhere.”

With that. I continued to kiss him. Second by second he began to heat up. Moaning and groaning as my tongue intertwined with his. My right hand still on his nape while my left hand resorted to touching his back, down to his ass, although he still did nothing else but stand there moaning because I didn’t ask him to touch or kiss me back. I broke the kiss and began worshiping every part of his torso. From his neck, down to his abs. I licked the sweat dripping down his chest until I reached his crotch. I pulled on his underwear and released the python hiding underneath. What his friends said was true. He really do have a huge cock, probably 10 inches hard right now. I licked my lips then dove into his package.

The room was filled with his groans. He couldn’t move, even an inch. Only his mouth and facial muscles were moving to express his arousal. As for me, I just enjoyed my most awaited prize. Bobbing my head up and down, with my hands roaming around his hairy legs. Soon I could feel his balls twitching but not a single drop of cum will come out. I stood up to meet his eyes once again. I groped his cock with my right hand and stared at him as he moaned louder.

“You’re free to move. Activate Clark’s persona.”

Right after I said that, the lust in Clark’s eye changed as he became nervous seeing me holding his shaft. His hands tried to push my hand off but I’m holding on it tight.

“Peter... This doesn’t feel-” I groped harder and he moaned louder in response, stopping him mid sentence.

“What do you mean? You love me fondling with your crotch.”

He stopped resisting me and instead just fell back down sitting on his bed. I moved my hand up and down his shaft. As I do so, I thought of more possibilities I can do with my toy inside Clark. I could make him beg for me to keep on jerking him off. I could make him thirsty for my cum. I could make him think of me as someone else and act according to that. I just smiled at him as he stared at me. His arms are brought back to hold his weight.

“Strip my shorts off.” I commanded and he immediately followed. My own cock flopped out my underwear, pointing at Clark’s chest. I took my shorts off leg after leg. When we’re both finally naked, I let go of Clark’s cock and put one of my leg above the bed, aiming his cock to my ass, readying my next command. My heart’s pounding fast as I await for my dreams to come true, being fucked by my hunky roommate.

“Fuck me like how you dominate your girl.”

He pulled me on my hips and brought me to lying on my back. He was on top of me pecking my skin like how I was stimulating him earlier. He moved up to kiss me passionately with his left hand on my nape. His right hand pinched my nipple and I moaned loud. He brought himself back down.

“I just wanna fuck you so bad.” He whispered in my ear.

“Then take me. I’m yours.”

With that, he finally placed my legs above his shoulder. He stroked his own cock first before stimulating my ass by rubbing his tip on it a couple of times. Finally, he pushed in. I groaned in pain. Slowly he pulled and pushed back in. We’re both moaning, matching every movement he does. Few seconds later, his pace went faster. Every hump was taking me to heaven. I can feel his cock grind against my ass wall. All the while, he was talking dirty in between his moans, calling me his bitch and other things I didn’t expect him to call me. His deep voice vibrating through my ears, adding more arousal to my body. He pulled me up like a rag doll, still with his cock inside my asshole. He sat on the edge of the bed with my sitting on top of him. My legs migrated to his back. He held me on my sides and he put much effort on moving me up and down like a fleshlight. I tried to help my pushing myself with my legs. A few minutes later, we was now fucking me doggy style. He made a few bites on my neck and back. This didn’t last long as we returned back to our original position.

Finally, I can sense that he’s near his climax. He’s fucking me more aggressively, and his grunts are getting heavier.

“I’m gonna...”

“Pull it out. On my chest.”

He pulled his cock out my ass and brought my hands down to jerk himself off until he finally released a huge load onto my torso. Some even went to my face. After this, he kissed me once more, taking a few cum into our mouths as we do so. He then proceeded in cleaning himself off with a tissue, leaving me soaked in his own cum.

I’m spent. I was just fucked by my roommate who had been my crush for a long time. It’s the best thing that had happened to me, and I guess there will be more to this. As I lay on the bed, more possibilities came into my head. I could do anything to him now, but I think this is all for now. Let’s leave the other exciting parts for the future. Right now, I need to make him clean this cum off with his mouth before I return him to sleep and leave everything that happened as a dream for Clark.

I might return to Uncle and thank him for the wonderful sex toy.

#possession #mind control

[tobin-heaths]

Not the best day 

plot: Getting a red card wasn’t your plan for the game but could anybody blame you? Or with other words, you’re having a bad day

pairing: Alex Morgan x Reader

words: 2214

"Rise and shine!" Cold water was thrown into your peaceful face and it had you jumping awake with a surprised scream. The bedcovers were a mess around the lower half of your body as you threw them off and jumped out of the plush bed.

Loud and uncontrollable laughter could be heard all around you as Sonny's phone was shoved into your face, obviously recording whatever was going on.

"Oh my god! What on earth are you guys doing? Do you know what time it is?" You screamed at the pranksters. Among them were Ash, Sonny, Mal and Rose.

Ash was almost laying on the floor, holding her stomach from laughing but you couldn't laugh about it at all.

They decided to do this two hours before your alarm clock would ring and therefore robbed you off precious beauty sleep.

"Out! Everyone of you! Fuck off, guys! That one time Dawn let's me sleep a little longer you decide to ruin it? Nah, out of my sight!" You shooed them all out of the room.

Arriving at breakfast, after a long hot shower, your gaze fell onto the group that had terrorized you earlier. You immediately walked into the opposite direction with a mean glare.

But what pissed you off the most was that the night before you weren't able to share the room with your girlfriend. Instead you both were put into different hotel rooms and you ended up sharing your room with no other than Emily Sonnett, surprise surprise.

"People need their good night rests, nobody wants to be woken at one in the morning because the two of you are having a go at it." Jill had tried to explain the situation to you.

You looked around the room trying to spot a certain brunette but neither Alex nor her roommate Kelley were there which worsened your mood.

Once the team made it to the arena it was a lost case, somehow the shenanigans continued and you were close to snapping for a second time.

Normally, you loved pulling pranks on others especially with Sonny or Lindsey but today neither of them seemed to understand your need for personal space. You had a bad day and their actions weren't helping.

"Okay, where the fuck are my cleats? I swear to god, when I find the one who hid them from me!" Invisible steam was coming out of your ears as you stormed into the locker room.

Several pairs of eyes landed on your angry form standing in the doorway. Your fists were clenched.

"Cleats? Has anyone seen a pair of cleats? Hello, 911, we're missing a pair of cleats." Emily high-fived Lindsey, both of them laughing. Of course it was them.

On any other occasion you would have high-fived them as well not able to contain your laughter but you took it way too personal this time.

"Sonnett, I will not hesitate to slap you right here." Her eyes widened as you took a step forward ready to go off as a few 'woahs' could be heard throughout the room.

"Y/N, calm down. Alright guys, that's enough now. Where are her cleats?" Megan appeared behind you and took ahold of your arms.

You were thankful for the support you got from her, she was like your second mom and best friend, both of you having played at Seattle Reign for years.

"Sonnett, from now on until game starts I want you two feet away from my girlfriend, got it?" Alex appeared behind you and everybody shut up watching with interest.

You looked over to the blonde and saw her nodding her head in a fast motion as if she really felt threatened by Alex' words.

Her arms pulled you into her sturdy body and held you tight. You sighed and relaxed your muscles, finally feeling complete. Eager lips met yours in a welcome kiss.

The rest of the players continued getting dressed and ready for warmup, not really minding the display of affection, if that was what could help you calming down it was much appreciated.

"I missed you, baby." She said stroking your hair with one hand.

"I missed you so much more. Where were you this morning? I've been through hell, I just needed you." You buried your face into her neck and breathed in her scent.

"I know, babe, we'll talk later, okay? Let's get ready to kick some ass. We're here to win a World Cup after all." She winked and pushed you towards your locker and now returned cleats.

Sonny did keep her distance until it was time to get onto the field and you were grateful for that, thank god, no more pranks.

Today's group stage match was against Chile and you were still motivated after the big win against Thailand five days prior where you scored three of thirteen goals yourself.

You thought maybe your mood could finally switch to a good and relaxed one but the game made you think otherwise.

You were fouled so many times you couldn't keep track of it. Your white jersey, shorts and socks were stained with dirt and grass from all the sliding and falling. But that didn't stop you from fouling either, receiving a yellow card for a bad tackle yourself.

In the 11th and 35th minute you rewarded yourself with two goals and even Julie managed to score in the 26th minute. Your team was going strong and had no interest in stepping of the gas pedal.

It went on like that until the 88th minute, the score still 3:0 for your team, when you were once again fouled before you could attempt to shoot at the goal.

A Chilean defender tried to take the ball from you by slide tackling you. Her feet had grazed your ankle instead of the ball and you landed on your ass just outside of the penalty area.

The ref pointed a yellow card at the defender. How was that fair, that's a red at least! She had been fouling you all evening now. Ignoring the slight sting in your ankle you stood up and went face to face with the defender.

"What the fuck? Huh? What are you doing going for my ankle like that?" You yelled at her.

"I'm only doing my job, can't handle that? Then esconderse destras de la espalda de tu novia!" She yelled back at you. The Spanish part really triggered you.

You ignored the warnings from the ref or the shouts from the players surrounding you guys. Everyone was either arguing or trying to pull another away.

So what did you do? With your face as red as a tomato, clearly more than exhausted, you grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. You followed her and pressed your forehead to hers.

The whistle was blown and arms belonging to Ali Krieger wrapped around your waist and lifted you away from the Chilean players. Out of the corner of your eye you could see an angry Alex arguing with the ref.

"Y/L/N, that's a red for you. Leave the field immediately!" The ref came running over to you with your second yellow card before holding up the red one.

You scoffed, broke free of Ali's grip and stormed off the field, ignoring your teammates and girlfriend. Jill was already furious on the sideline, everybody seemed to be yelling at you.

You ignored Jill and went straight for the locker room, not granting anybody sitting on that bench another look.

It was only two more minutes and a few for added time and then the game would be over, you scored two goals, Jill can calm her ass down. Sure, you'd be missing the next game against Sweden but that wasn't on your mind now.

The door to the locker room met the wall with a loud bang before you closed it with much more force than necessary.

Taking off your shorts you replaced it with your blue training shorts and pulled off the blue socks. Your ankle wasn't hurting that much, it wasn't swollen nor bruised so that's a good sign.

Nothing an ice pack or Dawn couldn't fix.

You finished changing and sat down in shame. That's a wrap with trying to give your jersey to fans today. Tears were close to falling but you wiped them away, anger and frustration once again taking over.

The door opened and you saw all the girls strolling in, happy smiles on their sweaty faces. How could they not smile? They just won a game and did an excellent job.

Taking out your headphones you counted the seconds until Jill would be all up your face.

"Y/N! You and me will have a detailed talk about that stunt later in the evening, be sure of that!" You winced upon hearing her angry tone, not able to meet her eyes.

Arriving at the hotel you waited in the lobby for said woman while the others, including your girlfriend, went for their rooms to take showers.

"We better get it over and done with now and then you're dismissed for the evening, alright?" Jill asked. Dawn was also there taking some notes on her tablet.

"Sure, let's do this." You mumbled and followed them into a small conference room. Tony was the last to join the session.

Well, three's a crowd and four's a party, no?

"Have a seat. What was going on today? You've been tense since the morning all throughout warm up and then pushing another player like that?" Jill looked at you with concern.

"It's been a hard day, can't lie about that. But I gave 100 percent on the field, you can't take that from me. Whatever happened with that player was a mistake. I know it was uncalled for and I'm ready to face the consequences." You said honestly.

"Lucky for you there won't be any legal consequences. But you will be missing the game against Sweden, which is a loss but we can handle it." Tony finished the sentence and you remained silent.

"Nonetheless you did an excellent job out on the field and the team and fans know that, nobody is mad. Stuff happens." Jill smiled.

"How's your ankle?" Dawn asked.

"Might need an ice pack but it's nothing serious."

"I'll have someone check it to make sure. Can't have you risking an injury before the important games."

True to that some medics appeared in the room and as their speech went on your ankle was checked. Nothing was wrong or damaged, everyone letting out relieved breaths.

"Take a shower, eat and cool that ankle. You're up for bed rest now. I want you back to full energy tomorrow. Oh, and Jill made sure that Alex and you are back in one room." Dawn said.

Both women dismissed you afterwards and you walked to the elevators. This went better than expected and you finally get to see Alex and spend the rest of the evening with her.

You swiped your hotel card and opened the door. You recognized Kelley, Ali, Alex and Megan sitting on the beds with their phones out.

"There she is. How's your ankle?" Megan smiled upon seeing you.

"My ankle is fine. Dawn told me to cool and rest it, they'll have another look tomorrow morning."

Dropping your bag at the door you went over to Alex and fell down into her lap. Her arms slung around your waist and pulled you into her.

"No, I will not take an ice bath today. I just want to shower and rest with my girlfriend." Before Megan could open her mouth you interrupted her.

"Alright, just for today I'll make sure Carli won't be dragging you out of here, can't promise anything but I'll try. We'll have a talk about that red card another day but for now– let's go guys." Nodding towards Kelley and Ali they stood up, saying their goodbyes and quietly leaving the room.

"I'm sorry." You sighed and turned around so you could face her.

"For what?" Alex looked concerned and held your hands.

"For being such an asshole. Letting the team down like that and missing the next game. I just felt so helpless and frustrated."

One of Alex' fingers wiped a tear from your cheek and gently kissed your lips.

"I'm not mad at that, you know that. I'm not mad at all, nobody is in fact. I did speak to Ash and Sonnett, they're sorry for not noticing your mood. And that red card? We've all been there at least once, it happens, baby." Her arms pulled you down so that you laid on top of her.

"I'm covered in dried sweat and mud. Let me at least shower and then we can cuddle, please?" You tried to get away but her arms are made of iron. How is Alex so strong, damn.

"Five more minutes. I just want to hold you right now. Haven't been able to all day. Then you can shower and I'll get the ice pack for you. Dinner is up in 30 minutes, so we better hurry."

You looked down at her angelic face and caressed her cheeks with your thumbs.

"I love you so much, Alex." Leaning down you connected your lips for a much longer kiss.

"I love you just as much, Y/N." Alex could never get tired of hearing you say that.

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A Fae(ry) Tale part 1

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Word Count: 1,738

Pairings: Losleep, TBA

Warnings: minor cursing, minor fighting, If there’s anything I missed or if you want me to tag anything, please please don’t hesitate to ask!!

Summary:

Do you believe in the Fae? You’ve heard whispers about them lately…That writer, He talks about the Fae all the time, doesn’t he? You should listen a little closer to him. Something tells me these are not simple stories…

Chapter 1: An Unbelievable Believer and His Fool

  It was a bright sunny afternoon when Logan Sanders locked himself in his dorm room, studying the day away.

  “Heeyy!!” A preppy voice called from Logan’s doorway. He glanced over the top of his book at the slim girl who’d taken a liking to him for god knows why. “I’m having a party down by the beach in a few hours! You should totally come!”

  Logan arched an eyebrow at her and returned to his book. “And why, Missy, would I do that?”

  Missy huffed. “Be-cause, LoLo-” She pranced over to him and sat on the arm of the chair, interrupting his reading. “You’re, like, the hottest guy on campus. You gotta come!! Aren’t you at all interested in wooing some cute chicks?”

  Logan pushed his square frame up to the bridge of his nose and sighed, getting up and moving to his bed. “No, I am not interested in ‘wooing chicks,’ Missy. I still don’t see the point of me being there just to get sand and salt in my eyes.”

  “But you gottaaa!!” Missy whined. “You should have some fun every now and then, Logan!!” She sprawled out on his bed, placing her head so rudely in the center of his lap, once again, interrupting his studying. Her big brown eyes pleaded with him. “You never want to come to my parties, LoLo...Just this once..?? For me??”

  Logan rolled the tanned girl off the bed, her body hitting the floor with a loud thud. “No. Why would I do anything for you when you have done nothing but distract me from my studies?”

  Missy scowled. “Logan!! I thought we were friends!!”

  “You were wrong in your assumptions. I have few friends and you are not counted among them.”

  Missy all but screamed as she stormed out of the room, tears in her eyes.

  “Whoahohoo~! Logan!” A male voice trilled drunkenly from under the bed. Logan peered down to see one of his real friends, Remy, peeking out from under his bed. “That was a little harsh, don’t you think, babe? Like, Missy’s just tryin her best, hun.”

  Logan pushed his friend back under with his foot. He really didn’t have time to deal with Remy’s antics at the moment.

  It was no use. Remy popped back out like a whacka mole, this time crawling the rest of the way out. “You know she’s right about one thing though,” He crossed over to the mini fridge Logan had in his room and took out a coke. “You are, like, the hottest guy on campus.”

  Logan threw a small stuffed lion- a gift from Remy- at him who laughed, defending himself uselessly with his arms as it bounced harmlessly off his shoulder.

  “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!! But she was right about you getting out more, babe. It’s time you put that brick down and have a little fun!!” Logan glared down at his book, his gaze locking on a single word. Remy sat down in the chair Logan had been in before. “Hey, we don’t have to go to a big party, alright? I was thinking more...exploring the mall a bit. Hows about it, honey?”

  Logan tried to bury his consciousness further into the word he stared at. Finally he sighed and put the book down. “Fine. I suppose I could do a little shopping while I’m there…”

  “Yeesss!!!” Remy pumped his fist and left the room. I’ll be back to get you in, like, an hour, babe! AND DON’T YOU DARE PICK THAT BOOK UP AGAIN!!” Remy called from the hall.

  Logan shook his head. He didn’t know how he ever became friends with someone like Remy. Flamboyant and superstitious, Remy McBlaire seemed to be the very opposite of the cold, serious Logan Sanders.

  Logan placed the large book down on his desk and looked around his room before deciding to bring a small notepad and pen with him as he went down to the cafeteria to wait for his friend.

~~*~~

  So Logan admits that the trip wasn’t all that bad. Remy cooed and bubbled over star shaped earrings with a matching moon necklace before buying and wearing them all day, Logan got to restock on his crofters and decided to treat himself to a new tie, and together they got kicked out of a tea shop for pointing out that rock stone tea, was in fact, not a real tea.

  It was when they were grabbing lunch that things started going wrong. They decided that they would grab food and walk over to the nearby park to eat- Remy’s idea of getting Logan some sun.

  As they passed by the edge of the woods, Remy very suddenly stopped, stepping very deliberately around something.

  “Remy, what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with that patch of grass?” Logan asked.

  Remy shook his head. “No, but kinda yeah.” He pulled Logan aside and pointed at where a few mushrooms grew. “It's a fairy circle. Gotta stay clear of those guys, ya know?”

  Logan gave an exasperated sigh. “Remy, you know there’s no such thing as fairies. That’s a childish notion and you should really know better.”

  “Whatever! Maybe fairies aren’t real but the Fae totally are!”

  “Here we go again...For the last time, that ‘centaur’ you saw as a kid was just a playground toy!!”

  Remy huffed. “Not true!! He talked to me!! He said to go home before I got in trouble with the Fae!! I totally saw one of the Fae!!”

  Logan rolled his eyes and continued on toward the picnic table closest to the woods. “You were, what? Five? And it was in the middle of the night too. You probably just heard your parents calling for- oh I don’t know- maybe for you to come home?”

  Remy followed after him and scowled. “They started calling for me after the centaur told me to go home, babe!! I’ve told you this-” Remy cut himself off, stopping in his tracks.

  Logan was walking backwards, facing his friend. He cocked his head a little and asked, “What? Why did you-” 

  Remy seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in because he yelled, a little louder than needed, at Logan. “Stop!!”

  And indeed Logan stopped. He’d rarely heard his childhood friend so fearful. “Remy, what’s wrong?”

  Remy pulled Logan back towards him. “Boy you were about to step right into that fairy circle.” Remy pointed at the grass around the picnic table. Sure enough, There was a large circle of small mushrooms surrounding the table, circling all the way to the edge of the forest. It was big enough to contain another table or two within the circle, and Logan thought that it was pretty mesmerizing.

  But he just shook his head. “Remy you must get over your childish fear. It’s just a circle of mushrooms, they aren’t even remotely deadly ones.”

  Remy fumed. “It is not a childish fear, Logan! And I will not step inside that Fae circle!!” He gripped the moon necklace he had acquired earlier in the day, holding it tight.

  “Fine.” Logan stalked over to circle resolutely, ignoring Remy’s protesting. He stopped at the edge of the ring and looked down at the fungal sprouts. And with one motion, Logan kicked the ring, breaking the circle.

  “There,” Logan said, satisfied with his work. “Now there’s no ring and you should have no reason to be afraid anymore.” As he turned to look back at his friend, he saw the horrified look upon Remy’s face.

  His face changed from one of horror to fuming rage as he started storming towards Logan. “Logan, what have you done?!”

  Logan stared down Remy, pushing his concerns away. “Like I said, there’s no more ring so you-”

  Remy grabbed Logan by the shoulders. “Do you know what you just did?! Do you know what’s going to happen now?! Logan you idiot!! Now they’re gonna-”

  Logan pushed back on his friend. “Remy!! Stop this! There’s no need to be so afraid of something so unrealistic as fairies!!” He walked past Remy a ways, he didn’t like seeing him so crestfallen and scared, especially when it was all just illogical.

  “They’re not just fairies!!” Remy shouted. “Why are you like this?!” He put a hand on Logan’s shoulder, but Logan turned around, shrugging it off violently.

  “Why am I like this? Remy, You’ve been babbling about fucking fairies since we were five years old!! You’ve jumped over cracks in the sidewalk since you were seven, you’ve knocked on wood since you were ten, and you’ve refused to step inside a circle of mushrooms since you were four!! All because of stupid fairy tales and myths!! And you ask why I am like this?!” Logan had been slowly walking toward his friend, causing the golden eyed boy to slowly stumble backwards, stopping mere inches away from the edge of the circle. “Remy, why are you like this?!” He pushed on his friend’s chest, sending him stumbling into the broken ring of mushrooms.

  Now Logan swears what happened next was too quick for him to see. He will tell you that he didn’t see the horribly tall creature spontaneously appear inside the ring. And most sometimes he wishes he hadn’t seen what he’d done.

  In a sickening flash of smoky black and purple smoke- no not smoke...if Logan had to describe it, he’d say it was like sticky, tar-like mist.

  In a sickening flash filled with sticky tar-like mist, an enormous creature, at least seven feet tall, appeared within the circle. It was tall and had horns- or was that just fur? It had spikes along its spine- or was that just the spine itself? But its eyes...He remembers its eyes as if the image was permanently etched in his mind. A dozen glowing purple, green and yellow eyes spattered its face in an irregular pattern, the eyes varying in size and shape. It was a horribly twisted creature and Logan wishes he didn’t have to watch as it snatched up Remy as if he was a ragdoll meant to be played with, and then disappeared.

  It was all over in an instant and yet…

  Logan heard the echoes of a voice he never heard playing in his ear, a memory of a voice that had never pierced the air, “This is only the beginning of your punishment.”

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