#kit rodriguez

[dduane]

In Owl Be Home for Christmas, Carl addresses Kit as "Dr. Rodriguez." What is 25-year-old Kit a doctor of? Asking for vitally important fanfic-related purposes!

He has a very busy and accelerated post-high school career. Per an earlier mention: once accepted at SUNY Stony Brook, Kit did a Bachelors program in astrophysics (major physics/minor astronomy), then Masters study at UCLA, and finally his doctorate study at the Max Planck Institute in Germany. All this caused those around him to inquire occasionally about how and when he was managing to schedule basic excretory functions, much less eating and sleeping.

Rumor has it he’s already working on a second doctorate at Planck—something that has him doing a lot of stuff down at CERN—due to apparently having become (per Nita, with some eyerolling) a professional glutton for punishment. Whether Carmela’s angling for him to pleeeeeease do his next tranche of what she refers to as “more of the never-ending post-grad work, ugh” off-planet will yield any success is as yet uncertain. (And viewed by some as a transparent attempt to co-opt him into the space smuggling adventure business.)

HTH. 😄

#Young Wizards meta #Kit Rodriguez #Owl Be Home For Christmas

[fiction-quotes]

They swam away through the darkening water. S'reee set the pace; it was a quick one. “Why did we have to leave in such a hurry?” Kit said.

“There aren't many wizardries more powerful than a Calling,” S'reee said as she led them away. “He'll weave those whales' names into his spell, and if they agree to be part of the Song, the wizardry will lead them to the place appointed, at the proper time.”

“Just by singing their names?”

“K!t, that's plenty. Don't you pay attention when someone calls you by your name? Your name is part of you. There's power in it, tied up with the way you secretly think of yourself, the truth of the way you are. Know what a person's name means to him, know who he feels he is – and you have power over him. That's what Aroooon is using.”

That was a bit of information that started Nita's thoughts going in nervous circles. How do I think of myself? And does this mean that the people who know what I think can control me? I'm not sure I like this...

  —  Deep Wizardry (Diane Duane)

#book quotes #science fiction #fantasy fiction #ya fiction #diane duane #young wizards #deep wizardry #s'reee #kit rodriguez #aroooon #nita callahan #magic #wizardry #music #song #singing #names #identity #power

[displayheartcode]

In every universe, wizards or not, they are partners.

brought to you by the q train because i guess that's where all my writing gets done.

#fic #young wizards #yw fic #not you dd #nita callahan #kit rodriguez #nita x kit

[luckydiorxoxo]

Arrivals to Loewe SS 24 show

#Loewe #paris fashion week #ayo edebiri #taylor russell #lena mahfouf #loewe ss24 #josh o connor #Greta lee #jessie buckley #front row #Ziwe #charli xcx #luca guadagnino #aya nakamura #shailene woodley #emily ratajkowski #kit connor #georgina rodriguez #emma chamberlain #troye sivan #Caroline daur #Sarah faith

[korgbelmont]

Ok this is going to sound silly but, I like characters who had worn cowboy hats. Is it possible for you to do the following: Matt Rodriguez from RCD, Sawyer Oakley from BSC, Caucasian Liam, Drake, Maxwell from TRR and Caucasian Male Kit for Untameable in not only their underwear, but also wearing their Stetsons as well? Reason is because how they do Rodeo here down in Texas in different cities during February and March.

Hiya. It doesn't sound silly at all! You can find them all below.

#choices character transparents #big sky country #red carpet diaries #the royal romance #the royal heir #choices untameable #drake walker #kit jackson #liam rys #matt rodriguez #maxwell beaumont #sawyer oakley #custom transparents #nsft #ask

[jamesrodriguez]

‏Al Rayyan New Kit 22-23.

#james rodriguez #james rodríguez #al rayyan #al rayyan sc #new kit

[kitnita]

Is your url a reference to the characters from the Young Wizards series?

it is, yes!!

#replies #my best friends nita callahan & kit rodriguez

[vitriolo]

“We can only be as happy as we allow ourselves to be.”

Modern Love, season 2 (2021).

#modern love #kit harington #anna paquin #sophie okonedo #lucy boynton #minnie driver #tobias menzies #zoë chao #dominique fishback #gbenga akinnagbe #isaac powell #marquis rodriguez #zane pais #my edits {2}

[delusionalfanficwriter]

diabetic

Dr. Elena Rodriguez was in the midst of a whirlwind since she started dating Maya Bishop and Carina DeLuca. Their connection was intense and passionate, but they were still in the early stages of their relationship. Elena had been keeping a significant secret from her new partners—she was diabetic. She'd hidden it carefully but as they spent more time together, it got harder to conceal.

They worked together at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, and their personal lives were intertwined. Keeping her diabetes a secret was becoming increasingly challenging, especially during shared meals and late-night chats. Elena's blood sugar levels would often play tricks on her, leaving her feeling unwell, but she had become a pro at hiding it. One evening, after a particularly long day at the hospital, Elena joined Maya and Carina for dinner at their place. She'd been unusually tired all day but brushed it off, not wanting to burden her partners with her health issues. As they sat down to eat, Elena's hands shook a bit, and her vision blurred for a moment.

Maya noticed Elena's unease and exchanged a concerned look with Carina. They'd both noticed that something wasn't right with Elena, but neither wanted to pry.

"Elena, are you okay?" Carina asked gently.

Elena tried to put on a brave face with a weak smile. "I'm fine, really."

But her voice wavered, and her hands trembled as she attempted to eat. Carina reached out to touch Elena's hand, her concern deepening.

"Elena, you don't look fine," Maya added, her worry evident.

Elena's resistance began to crumble as she realized how much her condition was affecting her partners. She took a deep breath and decided it was time to spill the beans. "Okay, okay, I need to tell you something."

Maya and Carina exchanged a worried look before giving Elena their full attention.

"I have diabetes," Elena confessed, her voice filled with vulnerability. "I've been trying to hide it from you both, but I can't anymore. I've been managing it, but today, it's really acting up." Maya and Carina felt a mix of emotions—concern for Elena's health and relief that she had finally shared her secret. They immediately jumped into action, offering their support. "Let's check your blood sugar," Maya said, grabbing a testing kit.

Carina held Elena's hand reassuringly. "We're here for you, Elena. Thank you for sharing this with us."

As Maya returned with the testing kit and helped Elena check her blood sugar levels, they discovered they were dangerously high. It was clear that Elena needed insulin, and she couldn't delay it any longer.

Maya and Carina exchanged a determined look, then gently but firmly guided Elena to the couch in the living room. “My medication is in my lunchbox. I can get it myself-”

“No. Stay here, we’ll take care of you.” Maya quickly shut down the thought as she sat on the table facing Elena and Carina quickly left and came back with the lunchbox pulling out the medication and setting the correct dose.

With Elena's consent, they administered the insulin, their hands working together seamlessly.

Elena felt a profound sense of gratitude and vulnerability as she let Maya and Carina take care of her. The experience brought them closer, deepening their bond and revealing the strength of their newfound love and support for one another. It was a bit uncomfortable but Elena bet it was because she hasn’t had people to lean on before so this was very new territory.

As they finished administering the insulin, Maya and Carina looked at each other, concern etched on their faces.

"Elena, do you have a diabetes management app on your phone?" Maya asked gently.

Elena hesitated, her reluctance apparent. "I do, but I've been managing just fine on my own."

Carina, her love for Elena evident in her eyes, spoke softly. "We understand that you're strong and independent, Elena. But sharing this app with us would help us support you better, especially in emergencies."

Maya added, "It's not about control; it's about being there for each other."

Elena's defenses softened as she realized the validity of their points. She didn't want to fight with them, and deep down, she knew that they were offering their support out of love and concern.

With a sigh of surrender, Elena nodded. "Okay, I'll share the app with you both. But promise me, this won't change anything between us."

After their pivotal moment of sharing Elena's secret, the room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft hum of the night outside.

Carina, ever the nurturing presence, leaned in and said with a playful smirk, "Well, Elena, you've been keeping quite a secret, haven't you?"

Elena chuckled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of emotions. "Yeah, I have. I'm sorry for not sharing it sooner."

Maya's fingers traced abstract patterns on Elena's arm, her voice laced with genuine understanding. "Elena, we all have our secrets. What matters is that we're here for each other." Carina nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We're a team, through thick and thin."

Elena felt a sense of warmth and belonging wash over her. "Thank you, both of you."

As the night wore on, they decided to move to the kitchen, not only to change the setting but also to satisfy their late-night cravings. The aroma of brewing coffee filled the air as they worked together, each taking on a task.

Maya handed Elena a piece of fruit, her eyes locking onto Elena's with a smoldering intensity. "You know, Elena, there's something incredibly attractive about your strength and vulnerability."

Elena's cheeks flushed, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Maya, you always know how to say the sweetest things."

Carina, in her usual assertive manner, leaned in and captured Elena's lips in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss filled with longing, a silent promise of the desire that simmered between them. "Elena, we want you—all of you."

Their desires were no longer hidden beneath the surface, but instead of a passionate frenzy, their actions were deliberate, filled with a deep understanding of the moment. Their touches were gentle yet charged with the promise of intimacy.

Elena's voice quivered as she whispered, "I want both of you too."

Maya's fingers traced a path along Elena's arm, igniting a trail of goosebumps. "Let's explore this together, at our own pace."

Carina leaned in, her lips brushing against Elena's earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "No rush, no expectations, just us."

As the night deepened, they moved to the bedroom, the air heavy with desire and anticipation. Elena felt a profound sense of trust and love, knowing that they were embarking on a unique journey together—one that was not bound by clichés but fueled by their genuine connection and affection.

In the quiet moments that followed, their shared laughter and whispered confessions filled the room, creating an intimate tapestry of love and longing. They were ready to embrace the unknown, united by their love and the promise of a future filled with unique experiences and genuine emotions.

#station 19 #greys anatomy #fanfic #maya x carina #carina deluca #maya bishop #maya bishop x reader #carina deluca x reader #station 19 x reader #maya bishop x carina deluca x reader

[copper-16]

You Can't Talk No Sh*t Without Penalties (Misa Rodriguez x Marta Cardona)

A/N: I had a request to upload this on here from ao3 and thought why not...so here it is!

To the rest of the world, Misa is absolutely terrifying.

Marta doesn’t really get it.

Until suddenly, she gets it.

or

That one trope where the intimidating person is soft but only for the sunshiny person.

———

Marta was making her rounds after the first international friendly that Spain played when it happened. The team had won their first game of the break against Sweden, 2-1. Marta hadn’t played much, only the last twenty minutes of the game, but she made sure to make her way around the stadium as thoroughly as she could, trying to sign every jersey and take every picture asked of her by the fans. 

She’s just reached a young girl, maybe around 10 or 11, who looks up at her with big, anxious eyes. She’s trying to say something to the winger, and Marta leans down so that she can hear the girl over the roar of the crowd. 

“Uhm…could you…uh, well I was just hoping that…” The girl trails off, her face red and her nerves clear. Marta looks her over carefully, noticing the goalkeeper gloves in her hands. The winger looks up and back over at the group of her teammates standing on the sidelines, where the girl is looking. 

The Real Madrid goalie is standing there speaking to Alexia and Irene, and Marta smiles without even really thinking about it or realizing it.

“Misa? Were you trying to get her attention?” Marta asks gently, her voice soft.

“Uh, I was wondering if you could call her over?” The girl asks bashfully, and Marta’s smile only grows, her eyebrows furrowing just slightly in confusion. 

“Why don’t you call her over yourself?” Marta questioned, knowing that Misa was close enough to hear the girl if she had called her name out at a normal volume. The girl flushes, ducking her head for a moment before she answers. 

“Well it’s just…she’s quite scary!” The girl stammers out, and Marta takes the opportunity to look the goalkeeper over. She was currently talking to Irene, and Marta supposes that objectively she could look a little bit intimidating. The Spaniard stood tall in the white goalkeeper kit she had on, her arms crossed over her chest as she appeared deep in discussion. Her lips were set in a thin line, her eyebrows furrowed in what some would perceive as a scowl, but Marta knew was simply the Spaniard conveying her focus. Her biceps bulged against the sleeves of her top as she shifted to the other foot, and Marta could feel a flush coming over her own cheeks as she averted her eyes, looking back to the girl as she swallowed roughly. 

“She’s really not, I promise,” Marta conveyed, but she raised her arm and called for Misa regardless, wanting her to meet the sweet young girl. 

Misa had been in the middle of an intense discussion with Irene about the La Liga strike when she heard her name, and suddenly, just like that, her attention was shifted to the call that she knew had come from Marta. The goalkeeper's head immediately swiveled to find her, her conversation with Irene completely forgotten. Irene rolled her eyes as a smile spread on Misa’s face, her whole expression softening at the sight of the winger, who was looking at her with an open expression, clearly trying to call Misa over. 

All of the girls knew better than to try to hold Misa’s attention whenever Marta was around. The brunette had a unique ability to melt the usually terrifying and harsh Misa down into someone of incredible softness. 

It was almost sickening, considering that neither one seemed to get the hint that they were both in love with the other, instead doing this strange dance around one another where neither admitted their true feelings. 

“Sorry, I just–” Misa stammered out, a half excuse on her lips as she’s already moving toward the brunette, but Irene just shooed her away and toward the shorter woman, knowing that she had lost the Spaniard’s attention the minute Marta opened her mouth. 

Misa made her way over to Marta quickly, her heart squeezing when she saw that the winger was speaking to a young girl, who was looking between Marta and Misa with a nervous expression. 

Marta smiled at the goalkeeper as she drew near, and Misa knew she should be looking at the young fan but she really only had eyes for the brunette. She would give anything to just stare at Marta for hours and have it be considered societally appropriate, to memorize the curve of her jaw and the lift of her cheekbones, every fleck of green in her hazel eyes, every freckle that dusted over her face. 

But Marta wasn’t hers, and the brunette had never shown Misa in any way that she had interest in being more than friends, so the goalkeeper pined after her silently, and (if you were to ask her teammates), quite obviously. 

“Yes?” Misa answers softly, finally forcing her eyes away from Marta and to the young girl she’s with. 

“This is Anna, she’s 10 and from Malaga,” Marta explained, and the little girl, Anna, nodded carefully as she listened to the brunette’s words, looking back at Misa with hopeful eyes. 

Misa smiled at the kindness in Marta’s words, nodding along as she looked between the two. 

“Well it’s lovely to meet you Anna,” Misa exclaimed, delighting in the way that the little girl smiled brightly back at her, clearly thrilled at Misa’s words. 

“It’s really nice to meet you too! I was wondering if you could maybe sign my gloves?” Anna asked, holding up the little goalie gloves she had, along with a pen. Misa happily took them, signing them with her loopy signature before she looked behind the girl, to see her mother watching the interaction with a smile. 

“How about a picture too?” Misa suggested, and the girl’s mouth dropped open, surprise taking over her whole face. 

“Really?” She asked, awe in her voice and Misa nodded once, letting the girl turn and wrapping her arm around the girl’s shoulders. 

Once the picture had been taken and they had said goodbye, Misa walked back toward the group shoulder to shoulder with Marta. The winger shook her head slightly, looking over at Misa with a grin on her face. 

“You’re always so sweet with the kids,” Marta commented, and Misa had to fight to keep a stupidly big smile off her face at the compliment. She shakes her head slightly, looking over at Marta, her smile full of mirth. 

“I’m nothing like you. You’d make time for every person in here if they asked,” Misa acknowledged, her heart skipping a beat at the blush that twinged Marta’s ear as the goalkeeper looked down at her. The winger knocked her shoulder into Misa's arm affectionately, and the Spaniard blushed at the action, a light flush covering her cheeks. 

Irene and Esther watched the exchange with unimpressed expressions painted across their respective faces. 

“I’m giving it a month,” Esther announced suddenly, and Irene scoffed beside her. 

“Please, a month? At this rate I’m giving it a week,” Irene exclaimed with an eye roll, and Esther couldn’t help but laugh as she headed for the tunnel to go shower and change. 

—

Marta walked out of the locker room alone, after Misa got called away to discuss something with the trainer. She fell into step with Lola, who waited for her teammate so they could head to the bus together. 

“This little girl I talked to today was so scared of Misa she made me call her over for her! Isn’t that crazy?” Marta observed with a laugh, and Lola looked over at her with a brow raised, clearly confused at Marta’s words. 

“Marta, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Misa is objectively quite an intimidating person. To people who don’t know her she’s definitely scary,” Lola explained gently, but Marta looked over at the goalkeeper with clear confusion on her face. 

“What are you talking about? It’s Misa, she’s not like that at all!” Marta exclaimed, but her teammate just let out a chuckle at the pure cluelessness that Marta had. 

“Marta, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you’re the only one she’s like that around. You’re the only one that she lets drag her around to fans or who talks her into stuff she doesn’t want to do. You’re the only one who can calm her down when she gets really upset, you are the one she wants to be close to all of the time. She’s not like that with anyone else,” Lola pointed out, and Marta was completely dumbfounded that the goalkeeper told her exactly what she had wanted to hear, in such concrete terms. The winger is quiet for a moment, opening and closing her mouth several times before she finally speaks. 

“I…why do you think she’s like that?” Marta asks with carefully constructed uncertainty, almost afraid that Lola won’t answer in the way that Marta thinks she will. 

She just needs one person to say it. One person to point it out to her, for her to maybe believe what she so hopes is true. Lola groans next to her, slapping a hand over her face with frustration. 

“Marta,” Lola groans, and suddenly like an arrow it hits the brunette straight in the chest, nearly knocking the wind out of her lungs. 

“Oh…OH,” Marta stutters after a second, her eyebrows nearly disappearing into her hairline when she realizes that Lola means exactly what she thinks Lola means. 

“Yeah…” Lola replies, and she can’t help but feel slightly relieved that Marta finally sees what’s right in front of her face this whole damn time. “Do you think you might feel the same?” 

Marta thinks about Lola’s question for a second before she answers, her voice holding more uncertainty than anything else. She doesn’t want to answer completely honestly, give anyone more of a reason to tease her than necessary. 

Yes. 

“I don’t…maybe? I’m not sure, I hadn’t really thought about it,” Marta lies, and Lola seems to accept the answer easily, not pressing the issue further. 

When Marta finally tucks herself into bed later that night, her mind is filled with nothing except for Misa. She had known that she liked Misa months ago, and for months she’s simply sat on that information, never planning to act on it. 

It had never occurred to her that perhaps Misa felt exactly the same way that she did about her. 

Marta isn’t really sure what to do with that information, so she decides to do what she does best, and investigate this potential hypothesis. 

—

Marta wakes up the next morning with a mission. 

She has one thing on the agenda (aside from the very real, actual things she has for her camp schedule). 

And that one thing: watch Misa and see if Lola is telling the truth. Not that Marta inherently thinks her friend is lying, quite the contrary really, but she just isn’t sure. 

She’s curious, that’s all. And she isn’t about to walk up to Misa and profess her feelings for the goalkeeper with absolutely no concrete evidence that the goalkeeper at least might feel the same way. 

So she walks into the locker room with her head on a swivel, looking for the Spaniard as soon as she walks in the door. And luckily for her, Misa looks up to nod her greeting to Mapi, who had walked in before her, before she sees Marta, and a smile breaks onto the goalkeeper's face as she greets the brunette. 

“Morning!” Misa calls cheerfully, and Marta can’t help but reply with her own smile, her heart surging at the difference in greeting from her to Mapi. 

Hm…strike one, Marta thinks, realizing that this was just the kind of thing she was looking for. It’s not enough on its own, but perhaps if there are other signs, she can really be sure. 

And as they’re getting ready, Marta realizes the more she watches Misa, the more she understands how the goalkeeper could be perceived as scary. She doesn’t speak a lot, her resting face isn’t exactly one filled with kindness, and while she’s not exactly the tallest person in the world, her height combined with the sheer amount of muscle mass she holds makes her very presence more intimidating than most. 

Marta looks down at her lithe, short body and then back up at Misa, swallowing as she realizes just how much she dwarfs the goalkeeper, both in muscle and size, considering that Misa is a good half foot taller than she is. 

She doesn’t let herself think about it any longer, all but running out of the room and heading for the film room, which is where the team will start their day. 

The winger is one of the first in the room, and she settles in a chair near the middle, waiting for her teammates to file in. Everyone walks in, taking their usual spots. Alexia is sat up front with Jenni, the couple looking at one another with sickeningly in love expressions, while Aitana and Ona both head for the back, and still the winger waits for Misa to come in. 

The goalkeeper trails in after Sandra, her eyes already gazing around the room, clearly looking for someone. When she spots Marta her face softens into a half-smile, and she quickly steps over to sit down next to the winger, who is looking at her with big eyes. 

“Hey, did I miss anything?” Misa asks quietly before she actually looks over at the brunette, and she takes in her surprised expression. “Everything okay?” Misa asks, her eyebrows furrowing together in clear concern. 

“Fine!” Marta squeaks, and Misa’s eyes narrow at the high pitch of her friend’s tone, but she chooses not to comment on it as Marta’s eyes almost plead with her not to. 

“Totally fine…cool, great, good, yeah,” Marta continues, the words simply tumbling out of her mouth with little thought behind them. Misa looks the winger up and down with a raised brow before she nods slowly, letting Marta get away with her strange response. 

As they turn toward the front to start the film session, Marta only has one thought pinging through her mind. 

Strike two. 

—

Strike three happens when they all least expect it to. 

Honestly Marta wasn’t even looking for a third strike, she was simply sitting with the information that there might be a chance her feelings aren’t as unrequited as she had always assumed that they were. 

The team had gone out to scrimmage at the end of practice after doing some light strength training. It had taken everything in Marta to not stare at Misa as she lifted with the other goalkeepers, but if she had taken the time to at least look in the Spaniard’s direction she would have found a pair of russet brown eyes intently on her the majority of the time. 

But she didn’t, and still Misa didn’t say a thing, and instead they all headed out to scrimmage. 

Misa wasn’t even playing when it happened. She was on the sidelines watching the teams, with Sandra in goal for one and Lola in goal for the other. Marta was on Sandra’s team, playing up front with Aitana and Lucia. 

The brunette had just gotten the ball from Alexia when it happened. She shifts her body around to turn toward the goal, but not fast enough. Not fast enough to register that Athenea is going in for a tackle, and an incredibly poorly timed one at that. 

And just like that the winger is down on the ground, the ball completely forgotten as she clutches at her ankle hopelessly, a yelp of pain escaping her lips at the crunching tackle. 

She can do nothing but breathe for a second as the pain shoots up and through her leg, and she tries to catch the breath she had lost in the fall. She can feel someone crouch beside her, but she can’t quite tell who it is. 

“Marta? Marta, tell me where it hurts.” 

The winger recognizes that voice. She can’t reply, the words won’t leave her throat, but she does manage to tip herself over, falling to the side and looking up at Misa. Misa, who had been on the opposite side of the pitch from her just a second ago. The goalkeeper is at her side, looking down at the winger with panic in her eyes, her hands on the brunette’s arm and side. 

“Ankle,” Marta manages to huff out, and Misa’s eyes widen as she looks down at the appendage, before she looks back up at the winger’s eyes, clocking the tear that had begun to gently fall down her cheek. 

Misa brings one of her hands up to cradle Marta’s cheek, brushing the lone tear away before she leaned back, straightening herself slightly and calling out for the medic. 

“Misa…” Marta cries gently, and suddenly the goalkeeper goes from looking absolutely lethal to the gentle person that Marta knew her to be, her whole face softened into one of concern as she looks the winger up and down once more, her hands placed steadily and comfortingly at Marta’s side. The winger tries to focus on the warmth radiating from Misa’s hand, the scent of vanilla from Misa’s perfume rather than the pain in her ankle. 

“Hey, hey, I’m right here. You’re gonna be fine,” Misa promises, and Marta nods as she shoves the tears away. The pain is starting to fade from her ankle, and she moves to sit up, an action that Misa is quick to support, her hand comfortingly on the brunette’s back as she watches her closely. 

“Sorry, can you move out of the way?” One of the medics asks Misa as they run over to help Marta, and the look on the Spaniard’s face can only be described as murderous at the audacity of this person to ask her to leave. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Misa growled, and Marta can’t help the slight surprise she feels at hearing Misa’s tone, low and threatening. The medic cowers back slightly, clearly more than a little afraid of the woman. 

“No…I mean I just…uh we need…space to work and all,” the medic stammers out, and Marta places her hand on Misa’s knee with a tight smile. 

“It’s okay Mi, let them work, it's alright,” Marta hums out as she tries to keep the pain out of her voice, and Misa’s eyes rove over the wingers face for a long moment before she nods, standing and moving out of the way, but only moving to stand behind the brunette and next to Esther, who has also been there since Marta went down. 

“Yeah down girl!” Esther jokes from beside the goalkeeper, but she’s quickly silenced with a punishing look from the Spaniard. 

“Sheesh, someone can’t take a joke today,” Esther mutters, but Misa hardly even hears her, too focused on Marta to care what anyone else said or thought. 

Marta looks back up at Misa, at the way she’s looking over at Athenea, her arms crossed over her chest and a harsh expression on her face. It’s perhaps one of the first time’s she’s really registered the ‘intimidating’ person that Lola had referenced before. Even when they’d first met, Misa had never been anything but kind to Marta. 

But now, with Misa standing over her like a guard dog, protecting her from what exactly, Marta isn’t really sure, but she might be starting to get the goalkeeper’s reputation. 

She tries to ignore the fact that Misa’s scowl is insanely attractive, and the way she glances down at Marta every few seconds with a protective glint in her eyes makes the wingers heart stutter in her chest. 

The medics rotate her ankle for a few minutes, but despite the initial sharp pain, the discomfort in her foot is subsiding quickly enough that Marta isn’t particularly concerned. She lets them work though, not wanting to brush it off too quickly and risk reinjury. 

“Okay, it looks mostly okay, it’s probably just a sprain, but we want to take you back to the med room to check just in case,” the medic explained, and Marta nodded as she started to push herself to stand. 

As if on cue, the goalkeeper who's been watching her like a hawk is there with her hand under Marta’s arm to support her. The winger isn’t entirely sure she even needs the help, but she’s not going to turn it down, not when it’s from Misa. 

The Spaniard helps to wrap Marta’s arm over her shoulder before she loops her arm around the winger’s waist, helping her walk toward the med room.

And for once Marta, who is arguably one of the more chatty people on the team, is completely silent. Misa’s body is pressed up against hers, the warmth from her side seeping into Marta as they walk toward the room quietly, with Misa shouldering a fair amount of her weight. 

“Are you sure you can walk?” Misa asks after they are off the field, and Marta’s stomach swirls with unhelpful but not entirely unwanted thoughts as she imagines Misa’s strong arms around her, carrying her somewhere…anywhere. 

She shakes her head slightly, both as an answer and to ward off the thought. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine Misa, you should get back to practice,” Marta insisted, and despite everything screaming in her not to, she gently pushes the goalkeeper's body away from hers. 

Misa looks down at her with nothing but concern and worry written in her expression, clearly not convinced. 

“Are you sure? I can come with you–” Misa starts, but Marta interrupts her with a hand on her arm. The winger tries her absolute hardest to ignore the hard muscles of Misa’s bicep she can feel under her fingertips, the way that she can feel Misa relax under her touch. 

“Mi, I’m okay, I promise,” Marta assures, and Misa’s eyes rove over the brunette’s face once more before she nods curtly, her jaw set in a tight line. She checks to make sure that the medics are next to Marta before she steps away, heading regrettably back toward the field. The goalkeeper only glances back once, her heart clenching at the sight of Marta slightly limping down the tunnel. 

But Marta told her to go, and if there’s one thing Misa will do, it’s follow Marta’s instructions. So she returns to practice, even if her mind stays down the hallway, where half of her heart remains in the med room. 

—

Misa is the second member of the team on the bus, having practically ran there after the medics had told her that Marta was already on the bus. 

The winger is sitting in the middle of the bus, looking at something on her phone. 

“Hey,” Misa announces her presence breathlessly, and Marta looks up at her with a wide smile, taking in the flushed cheeks and sloppy bun that sat atop the Spaniard’s head. 

“Hey you,” Marta answered easily, patting the space next to her for Misa to join her, if she would like. The goalkeeper takes the offered spot, shifting to look Marta over wholly. 

“How's your ankle?” Misa asks carefully, hoping only for good news. But Marta seems perfectly relaxed, picking up her foot and twirling it around carefully. 

“It’s alright, I just twisted it a bit. I’ll do light work tomorrow and I should be back fully the day after next. Not as bad as it seems or felt on the field,” Marta explained, and Misa’s body relaxes next to her, a rush of gratitude flooding her chest that it’s not a more serious injury. 

“That’s good, I’m really glad,” Misa replies happily, and Marta just smiles at her before turning back to her phone. Misa settles in next to her, and she ends up falling asleep by the time the bus leaves. 

They’re only five minutes into their journey when Misa shifts in her sleep, her head tipping over to Marta’s shoulder as her body snuggles into the wingers smaller one. It’s amazing to Marta how the large goalie can make herself so small to tuck herself into Marta’s body, but she would never dare complain. 

Strike three, Marta thinks as Misa’s nose brushes against her throat, sending a shiver down the winger’s back at the tiny gesture. 

Marta carefully looks down to check that Misa is asleep before she unlocks her phone, opening her messages. She carefully types out a message to Lola before she presses send on it, despite the hesitance she feels. 

Marta Cardona: Do you really think it’s possible that Misa likes me? As more than a friend?

Marta clocks movement from above her screen, and she looks up to see both Lola and Mapi rise out of their seats like cartoon characters they’re so in sync. The duo is sitting two rows in front of her, and they turned around in their seats to look back at her. The goalkeeper's expression is unimpressed, and she raises her eyebrow as though to say really? Mapi lets out a silent laugh when she looks over at Lola, rolling her eyes at the brunette for good measure. 

The defender looks between Marta and Misa with big eyes, gesturing between the two of them. Marta rolls her eyes before she types out another message, pressing send more forcefully than she needs to. 

Marta Cardona: Okay, okay, I get it! But seriously you two, I need you to tell me that I’m not just being delusional. 

Lola Gallardo: You aren’t being delusional - Lola and Mapi <3

Marta Cardona: How are you so sure? Did she tell you? 

Lola Gallardo: She didn’t have to. She talks about you all the time, she constantly seeks you out, and she looks at you like you single handedly make the sun come up each morning. You make her happy Marta, I can promise you that it’s you she wants. Nobody else. 

Marta Cardona: Why hasn’t she ever said anything? 

Lola Gallardo: I’m pretty positive that she’s not sure you feel the same way. 

Marta Cardona: Oh…

Lola Gallardo: Nothing a single conversation can’t fix. Sooner rather than later please, because I might have to rip off my own ears if I have to listen to her pine after you one more time. 

Marta Cardona: Oh can it Gallardo, we all know you’re ten times worse when you talk about Cristina. 

Lola Gallardo: No comment. 

Marta can’t help but let out a snort of laughter at the text, and Misa shifts under her but doesn’t wake up, instead simply pressing more into the brunette’s body. Marta snuggles down into the feeling, completely content to let the goalie sleep against her for the rest of the journey back to the hotel. 

—

Marta stands outside of Misa’s hotel room, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot as she works up the courage to knock on the goalkeeper's door. She’s suddenly grateful they all have their own room this camp, because then she’d have to deal with not only her romantic declaration, but also getting Misa by herself to tell her said feelings. 

Marta had been hyping herself up for the last hour to do this, and her stomach is nothing but twists of nervous knots. She knows that no matter what, whether this goes well or badly, at the end of the line this conversation will likely change their relationship. 

She can only hope that it isn’t going to go horribly, because she isn’t sure she’d be able to handle the embarrassment of rejection in a graceful manner. 

All she can think in her head is of the possibility for error here, all the possible ways that Misa could reject her. There seem to be a million different bad scenarios, the possibilities are really endless. 

So despite the fact that she is standing here at Misa’s door, she can’t quite bring herself to lift her hand and knock, even though she knows that she needs to. 

But she also knows that she can’t go back to her hotel room, back to this holding pattern that she and Misa have. Someone needs to address this, and apparently it isn’t going to be Misa. 

The winger lifts her right arm, knocking sharply three times against the wood door before she steps back, letting out a rattling breath. 

It takes just a few seconds before the door flies open, revealing Misa in the doorway of her hotel room. She has on shorts and a t-shirt, her hair still drawn up lazily in a bun atop her head, a few strands of hair coming loose, falling down and framing her face. 

She looks down at Marta with a soft smile, her head cocked to the side in a silent question. She’s clearly more than a little surprised to see the winger on her doorstep later at night, though Marta could never possibly be unwelcome in her space. 

“Hey,” Misa greeted, a half smile pulling at her lips as she watched the winger stand at her doorstep. Marta looked visibly nervous, and she swallowed roughly as she looked past Misa, over her shoulder and into the Spaniard’s room. 

“Hey, could I come in?” Marta asks, and she’s hardly finished her sentence before Misa is nodding, stepping back to allow Marta to step past her and into the room. 

The winger stands facing away from Misa for a moment, wringing her hands together before she turns back to Misa, who is still standing by the now closed door, her confusion evident in her expression. 

“Everything okay?” Misa inquires softly, her concern clear in her tone. Marta softens at the words, and she’s opening her mouth to assure Misa that everything is fine. 

Except, that isn’t what ends up coming out of her mouth. 

“You’re a really scary person,” Marta blurts out, her own eyes widening when she realizes what she said, and Misa’s confusion grows at the winger’s words, her eyebrows furrowing further. 

“Uh…thank you?” Misa answered, unsure of what Marta was really getting at. The goalkeeper was more than aware that some people found her intimidating, but she wasn’t sure what that had to do with Marta. Marta shook her head gently, cursing herself at having managed to fuck this up straight from the get go. 

“No, no, that’s not what I mean…I mean you’re really scary, but not to me you aren’t. Like everyone else is really intimidated by you but I’ve never thought of you that way,” Marta explained, and Misa’s eyebrows rose in surprise as she nodded slowly, still not really following Marta’s train of thought. 

“Oh…well that’s good. I don’t want you to think of me that way,” Misa replied slowly, and Marta wants to groan, because the goalkeeper is clearly not getting what she is saying. 

“No Misa I’m trying to–I like you!” Marta huffs out, and Misa freezes, her whole body tensing as she stares at Marta. 

“You…do?” Misa asks gently, and Marta nods, bringing her hand up to chew on her thumbnail nervously. 

“Yeah, like…as more than just a friend…you know like in a uh…romantic way. And if you don’t feel the same way that’s fine but I just wanted you to know so that we were on the same page and well I didn’t want to just be dishonest about my feelings cause that isn’t fai–” Marta rambles, and Misa carefully cuts her off after a moment, her own cheeks twinged pink. 

“I like you too,” Misa admits, and Marta’s rambling comes to an abrupt stop. The winger can do nothing but blink for a few seconds, not quite processing Misa’s words. 

“You…you do?” Marta questions after a second, and Misa nods easily, a small smile tugging on her lips. 

“Oh…well that makes things a lot easier than I thought it would be,” Marta offers with a weak chuckle, and Misa’s head tips back in laughter at the clear surprise that is laced in the brunette’s tone. 

“Did you expect me not to say that? Cause if so, I’ve done a bad job of making it incredibly clear that I’m a little obsessed with you,” Misa teased lightly. 

“Just a little?” Marta volleyed back, and Misa could only smirk in response, delighting in the way that Marta’s face instantly flushed red, the winger ducking her head as she bit her lip. 

Oh god, the things Misa would do to feel those lips on hers. 

Marta looks back up at Misa after a second, at the distance between the two. She’s only a few paces into the room, but the goalkeeper is still standing back at the door, unmoving. 

“Well…what should we do now?” Marta asks, swallowing roughly as Misa’s gaze roves over her, down her figure and back up again, her intent quite clear. 

“I could think of a few things…” Misa drawls, and Marta’s lips quirk up in a smirk as she saunters forward, her steps agonizingly slow. 

She walks right into Misa’s personal space, forcing the taller woman to step backward until her back hits the door, and she lets out a breath at the feeling. Misa’s eyes jump from the brunette’s eyes to her lips and back again, and Marta smiles as she presses up on her tiptoes. 

She stops just before her lips are on Misa’s, close enough that their breath mingles, and when she speaks, her lips just barely brush against the goalkeepers, teasing. 

“Oh really? And what would that be?” Marta asks, and just like that the last of Misa’s self restraint snaps at the brunette’s words, and the goalie  crashes her lips against Marta’s. 

Despite the fact that she knew she was egging Misa on, the brunette can’t help but gasp into the kiss, surprised by Misa’s eagerness. 

Her lips are soft against Martas, and she tastes like peppermint chapstick and a hint of chocolate as she insistently presses her lips to the winger’s. Marta wraps her arms up and around Misa’s neck, pulling the goalkeeper into her even further. 

Marta teases her tongue at the entrance of Misa’s mouth, and the goalkeeper is more than happy to allow her entrance, her throat making a desperate noise when Marta’s tongue swipes along the roof of her mouth. 

Misa takes advantage of the fact that she has her hands at Marta’s hips, and she’s stepping forward and all but shoving the smaller brunette against the door with a huff. When she looks down, Marta is looking at her with hooded eyes and swollen lips and want buries itself deep in Misa’s pelvis, something hot and needy swirling around in her stomach. 

Misa bends down just slightly, wrapping her arms wholly around Marta’s abdomen and lifting slightly. The winger understands her action almost as though she could hear Misa’s thoughts, wrapping her legs around Misa’s waist as the goalkeeper's arms anchor themselves on the brunette’s ass. 

Marta has her arms still woven around Misa’s neck, and she brings her hand up to the bun sitting atop Misa’s head. Marta works her delicate, nimble fingers around the hair tie, removing it and smoothing Misa’s hair down with a smile on her lips. 

The goalkeeper is struggling to control her breathing at the sight, and her breath hitches in her throat as Marta tugs at her scalp dully, anchoring herself in the dark strands of Misa’s hair as she reattaches her lips to Misa’s mouth. 

Marta’s lips on hers are bruising and insistent, and their kisses have descended into something sloppy and hot and wonderful. A haze has settled over Misa, and all she feels is Marta around her, the feeling of the brunette in her arms. Marta weighs almost nothing, and suddenly all of those extra gym sessions feel as though they’ve paid off as the winger arches into the goalkeeper when Misa’s hands gently knead at her ass. 

Marta’s head is thrown back slightly at the action as she lets out a whimper, and the creamy, soft skin of her neck is just staring Misa right in the eye. Misa can suddenly think of all the times that she found herself staring at Marta’s neck in the same exact way, whether it be during practice, or while they’re eating, or when they’re lifting. 

The only difference is that now Misa can do something about it, and so she wastes absolutely no time in leaning forward to attach her lips to the delicate skin there. Her heart skips a beat at the soft, surprised whine that leaves Marta’s lips at the action, and she simply doubles down on her efforts. 

Misa nips and sucks her way along Marta’s neck as she turns them around, heading blindly for the bed. She only pulls back when she feels the bedframe pressing against her knees, and she places a final open mouth kiss to the brunette’s rather sensitive neck before she carefully places her down on the bed, immediately coming to crawl up and over her. 

The breath feels like it’s been stolen from Misa’s lungs as she looks at Marta, her hair fanned out on the pillow and looking up at the goalkeeper with hooded eyes, her pupils blown and a damn smirk across her lips. 

Misa can’t help but crash her lips back against Marta’s, relishing in the way that suddenly Marta’s hands are everywhere. The brunette runs her hands over the goalkeeper's broad shoulders, then down her front, before she slips them under the taller woman’s shirt, running them up along Misa’s abs. The goalkeeper sucks in a breath at the feeling, her body shuddering more involuntarily than anything, and she can feel how Marta smiles into the kiss as a result. 

Misa simply leans back, ripping her shirt up and off of herself as Marta leans up to do the same. Neither of the women are wearing a bra, and for a second Misa can only stare at the winger’s body, nothing in her brain except for how insanely attractive the winger is. Marta might be tiny compared to her, but that didn’t mean that the brunette was any less fit, her body lithe and completely toned. 

Misa is so distracted by the line of muscles that are littered down the curves of Marta’s body that she doesn’t realize what is happening until she’s on her back, the winger looking down at her with a smirk after she had flipped them.  

Marta leans in slowly, until her lips are resting gently on the shell of Misa’s ear, their chests pressed together. 

“Much better,” Marta husks, and Misa’s back arches into the brunette’s chest as she lets out a groan, one that has Marta’s smile growing. The winger attaches her lips to the column of Misa’s throat, sucking deeply at the skin behind her ear that has Misa a whimpering mess under her. 

Marta works down the goalkeeper's throat, sucking at her collarbone and down to her chest. Misa can hardly breathe she’s so overcome with pleasure, and she doesn’t even bother to be embarrassed at how loud she’s being when Marta wraps her lips around her nipple, her other hand coming to play with the other side of her chest. 

Marta flattens her tongue against Misa’s peaked nipple as the goalkeeper arches into the feeling, keening whines and groans tumbling from her lips at the brunette’s careful ministrations. Misa has one hand fisted in the sheets and the other holding the back of Marta’s head, keeping her pressed to her chest as her head is thrown back in pleasure. 

Marta works her way down, sucking deep red marks into the underside of Misa’s chest before she lets herself work even further downward, running her tongue along the lines of the goalkeeper's abs, which ripple under her touch. 

“God, I’ve thought about doing this an unhealthy amount,” Marta breathes out as she splays her hands along the tanned, muscled skin of Misa’s stomach as she scratches down her abs, and the corresponding moan that Misa releases is music to the brunette’s ears. 

Marta presses a kiss to each individual ab before she continues even further south, stopping when she reaches the goalkeeper's waistband, a silent question on her face. 

Misa doesn’t even bother answering with words, she simply lifts her hips off the bed with urgency, allowing for Marta to pull her shorts and underwear off quickly, leaving the dark haired woman completely bare on the bed. Marta takes the chance to rid herself of her own pants and underwear as well before she turns her attention back to Misa. 

The brunette brings her lips to the inside of Misa’s thigh, pressing a kiss to the skin on the inside of her knee before she works her way up, her breath ghosting right over where Misa wanted her the most before she repeated the action on the other leg. 

Misa is practically vibrating under her as Marta fans out, kissing up and over the goalkeeper's hip bone as Misa lets out a frustrated groan, her hips canting up as her grip on the sheets tighten. 

“Please,” Misa urged, and Marta decides to take pity on her, quitting her teasing. 

The first run of Marta’s tongue through Misa has both women letting out a moan, Misa of relief and Marta of want. Marta brings her tongue back to the apex of Misa’s thighs as the goalkeeper's hips roll down to meet her mouth. 

Marta is as precise in bed as she is on the football pitch, and it hardly takes her any time at all to work Misa up, the goalkeeper a bumbling mess under her careful ministrations. 

Marta circles her tongue over Misa’s clit with a smooth rhythm, letting the Spaniard’s hips roll down into her as her breath comes out in gasps. It’s when she’s close that Marta finally inserts not one but two fingers into Misa, smiling as the goalkeeper lets out an unabashedly loud moan that sounds suspiciously like Marta’s name. 

It only takes a few more minutes of both Marta’s mouth and fingers, quirked in just the right way, for Misa to be screaming out her name, her whole body going rigid against Marta. Misa lets out a guttural groan as her thighs tighten around the brunette’s head and hand, holding her in place as her eyes stay squeezed shut and her body shudders through orgasm. 

It takes her a few moments, but after a small period of time Misa’s whole body relaxes back into the mattress as she lets out a deep sigh, releasing Marta from the grip she’s had on her. 

The brunette brings her fingers up to her mouth, swirling her tongue around to clean them before she releases them with a pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Marta leans in cheekily, kissing her way back up Misa’s body, all the way to her throat before she shifts to the side, collapsing on her back on the mattress next to Misa. She has absolutely no expectation of the goalkeeper returning the favor, she’s enjoyed getting to have Misa under her finally far too much, but it seems that the prospect of having her way with Marta is actually the only thing on Misa’s mind. 

“Oh no you don’t,” the goalkeeper husks as she wraps her arm around the winger’s waist, pulling her back up and settling the brunette against her lower abdomen, right above her hip bone. 

Marta lets out an involuntary harsh breath as her bare center settles against Misa’s abs, and her breath stutters in her chest at both the display of strength that Misa could pull her up here so easily, and at the smirk that Misa currently has painted on her lips. 

“You’re wet,” Misa observes as Marta shifts above her, and it’s the wingers turn to smirk as she nods coyly, a wry smile on her face. 

“Only for you,” Marta promises quietly, and Misa lets out a harsh breath as she grips the brunette’s waist just a hair too tightly, pulling the winger forward and rocking her hips against Misa. Marta sighed in relief as she rocked her hips back and forward against Misa’s abs, understanding what the goalkeeper was trying to get her to do. It becomes easier for her to rock back and forth as her wetness coats Misa’s abs, giving her a slick surface to slide against as Misa’s hands help keep her movement steady.  

The goalkeeper tightens the muscles in her abdomen with ease, giving Marta a harder surface to grind down against. The pressure isn’t enough to fully get her off, it’s not specific enough, but it still sends waves of pleasure down her spine with each rock of her hips, each brush of her clit against the hard ridges of Misa’s abs. 

Especially as Misa watches her, her pupils blown and her cheeks flushed as she stares at the brunette unabashedly, her eyes dark and filled with want. Marta’s hair flows down her back, her chest arched up as she grinds her hips down again and again and again until Misa’s stomach is a complete mess, not that she gave a flying fuck. The air is thick with sex and sweat and the winger’s hips are jumping erratically as she presses even further into Misa, and the goalkeeper can tell that the brunette is starting to grow frustrated, her breathing becoming more labored as she gets more and more worked up, unable to actually finish. 

Misa removes her dominant hand from Marta’s hips as her nondominant hand slows the rocking of Marta’s hips. The brunette’s head snaps to Misa, only for her to understand when she feels Misa’s hand tease at her center. Marta has her knees on either side of Misa, and she rises up so that Misa can snake her hand between the wingers legs. 

Misa runs her fingers through Marta once experimentally, her fingers sliding easily through the brunette, who lets out a ragged sigh at the feeling.

But Misa isn’t cruel, and as soon as she’s done that does she slips a finger inside of the winger as Marta’s hips rut down at the feeling, a whine tumbling from her lips. Misa smiles to herself as she curls her finger deep in the winger. 

“Misa please – oh fuck!” Marta cries out as the goalkeeper quietly adds a second finger, and the brunette’s hips roll down on it with reckless abandon, chasing the high that she can feel curling in her lower stomach already. 

The brunette is barely saying anything coherent as she chases her orgasm, and she’s all but chanting Misa’s name as the goalkeeper's fingers curl inside of her, the rhythm demanding and everything that Marta needs right now. 

The thing that finally pushes Marta over the edge is when she opens her eyes, tipping toward as she presses a hand onto Misa’s sternum, and the change in angle of her hip pushes the goalkeepers fingers inside of her even further as her eyes rove over that gorgeous fucking smirk that tugs at Misa’s lips. 

The coil deep within Marta snaps, and her hips push down harshly as she shudders, her body taught as her eyes slam shut and her head snaps back, a moan wrenching itself out from deep within her chest. 

Marta can hardly breathe from the strength of her orgasm as it rips through her, and if it wasn’t for Misa’s hands that brought her down gently she probably would have simply flopped down onto the goalkeeper, her limbs suddenly feeling like jelly. But Misa would never let that happen, simply tucking the brunette into her neck as she wrapped her arms around her back, their bodies relaxing into one another. 

Misa peppers kisses to the crown of Marta’s head as the winger catches her breath slowly, and it’s a few minutes before the brunette can pull her head back to look at Misa properly. The taller woman brings her fingers up to tuck a stray strand of hair that fell into her face behind her ear, and Marta leans easily into the action with a tiny smile. 

The winger simply tucks herself back into Misa’s neck with a happy sigh, leaning forward to press a kiss to the smooth, sweaty skin she finds there. Misa simply rubs her hand up and down Marta’s back, tracing small shapes into the warm expanse of her back with the pads of her fingers. 

“Shower?” Misa asks softly, and Marta nods but makes no move to go anywhere. After a few moments Misa shifts under her, but the brunette simply grips onto Misa more tightly, refusing to let go of the goalkeeper. 

“Mmm…don’t wanna leave you,” Marta mumbles into Misa’s neck, and she relishes in the soft rumble of laughter that Misa lets out, a noise that the winger both hears and feels from the goalkeeper's chest, her whole body still pressed against Misa. 

“Well luckily for you, I have a solution,” Misa whispers with amusement, engaging her core as she sits up, adjusting Marta in her arms before she stands, the brunette held in her arms bridal style. Misa couldn’t wipe the grin off her face for anything when Marta squeals happily at the action, her arms wrapping around Misa’s neck as she laughs lightly, a huge smile on her face. 

One of Marta’s hands slides around to gently cup Misa’s cheek in her hand, her thumb brushing up and down the soft skin of Misa’s cheek, and she watches as the taller woman’s eyes flutter shut, a soft puff of air leaving her chest at the feeling as she presses her forehead against Misa’s. 

When she finally opens her eyes, Marta is looking at her with nothing but deep adoration in her eyes, clearly completely enamored with the goalkeeper, same as she always has been.

Misa can do nothing in return but lean forward to press her lips against Marta’s, soft and secure and everything she could have ever hoped for it to be.

#misa rodriguez x marta cardona #misa rodriguez #marta cardona #woso fanfics #woso #woso one shot

[dduane]

So You Want To Be A Wizard: In the tunnels

#So You Want To Be A Wizard #SYWTBAW #YWiztober #YWiztober 3 #Nita Callahan #Kit Rodriguez #Fred #Young Wizards

[fiction-quotes]

Kit and Ponch stood in a brittle glory of reflected light. Overhead was a bright gray sky, featureless. All around them, mirrors stood, as many mirrors as trees in a forest, set at a thousand different angles: tall ones, small ones, mirrors that reflected clearly, mirrors that bent the reflection awry; shadowy mirrors, dazzling ones, mirrors reflecting mirrors reflecting mirrors, until the mind that looked at them began to flinch and sicken, hunting something that wasn't just another reflection of itself.

  —  A Wizard Alone (Diane Duane)

#book quotes #science fiction #fantasy fiction #ya fiction #diane duane #young wizards #a wizard alone #kit rodriguez #poncho (young wizards) #darryl mcallister #magic #wizardry #mirrors #reflections #confusion #trickery #light

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Hi. Regarding Young Wizards prompts: how about genderbending? Would be great to see f Kit x m Nita pairing.

It's a fact in life that walks with Ponch are weird, okay? Sometimes you'll end up in a place that's completely the same except for one detail.

#not you dd #young wizards #nita callahan #kit rodriguez #and carl is exasperated because there has to be a universe where these two end up together slightly earlier #rip to nita and kit who are stuck dealing with asshole narwhals #fic

[micaluvssoccer]

Chapter two

Micaella’s POV

The next morning I wake up and I take a shower and I put on a sweatshirt and sweatpants and I grab my phone and dorm keys and I head to the gym. As I walk into the gym I see Nika inside. I smile at her and I say good morning Nika and I check the time to make sure that I won’t be late. She looks up and says good Morning Micaella how did you sleep last night. I smile at her and I say I slept pretty well. I was wondering if you could help me find the soccer coaches office. She smiles and says yes of course follow me and then I follow beside her and she shows me where the office is and she says I’ll stay out here for you. I smile and say thank you. She smiles and says no problem and then I walk inside and I see the coach Michelle Rodriguez and I say hi I’m micaella I’m here to sign my contract with you. She stands up and says oh yes and how was the trip up here. I smile and I say I got here last night. It was pretty good and I shook her hand and she said "So I’ve heard that you were the captain of your old team, mind being captain again? I smile and say thank you and she smiles and says you are a great player. I wouldn't be surprised if you went pro. I smile and say that’s the goal, well one of them I also want to be a marine biologist and end poaching.

She says omg really that is so really cool. I blush and say yeah that’s the goal and then I read my contract and I signed it and I ask her if dating teammates is off limits but is dating other people who are in different sports okay? She says yeah that is totally fine and I smile softly thinking about Nika and I snap out of it and I say when will I take pictures? She says right after we are done here. I smile and say it sounds good and we finish signing. We then walk over so I can take the official pictures. We both smile in the pictures and then the manager hands me my new Adidas practice bag and I quickly change into my game kit with the number 2 and my last name. Nika watches me from the back of the room. I then take pictures with the soccer ball and I smile widely. After the pictures are over i get changed then i walk back over to nika.

I smile at her and I say hey you sorry if you had other plans I didn’t realize that it would be so long. She says hey it's quite alright i really enjoyed it. I smile at her and I say let me just put my bag in my dorm. She says perfect let's go then and I follow her back to the dorms and I say that I’m the new captain of the soccer team. She smiles and says that's so awesome congratulations. I smile and say thank you and I open the door to my dorm and I set my bag down and then I say no practice today? She says no not for a few more months. I say ah lucky we start next week. She says wow that’s kinda crazy and I say I know right but at least no classes yet. She says i am so glad and I say the same and then I say i should really get some groceries to make dinner tonight. She asks what are you gonna make. I say maybe pasta would you like to stay for dinner tonight? She says I would love that thank you. I smile and say perfect I’m just going to grab my purse and keys then we can go to the store. She smiles and says okay and I smile and grab my purse and get my keys and I put my purse handle around my shoulder. Nika waits by my door all patiently for me and then I walk to the door and we walk out to my car. Nika opens my driver's side door for me. I smile with a little giggle and I say thank you and then I get in and I put my seat belt on and then I reach across to open her door. She gets in and puts her seat belt on and then I do the directions and I hand her the aux cord and my phone. She then turns on some music and I start driving to the store and we sing along to the music. She says you have a great taste in music.

I smile and say thank you and then I continue to drive to the grocery store and once we get there I park. We both then get out of the car and I turn my car off and we go inside. Nika pushes the cart for me and I get steak, potatoes, hotdogs and beans, pasta, pancake mix and everything else that I need. Nika walks beside me all content and I then grab some cereal and snacks and then Nika sees her teammates and says oh dear my teammates are here. I say okay where and she points over at her teammates and Paige sees her and kk says yooooo Nika and I can’t help but giggle. She looks all embarrassed and I smile at her and say go see them I’m almost done. She says okay but I will be back shortly. I smile and say take your time I’m not going anywhere. She says okay and she walks away to her teammates and I watch her walk away. She looks back at me and she smiles and then she winks. I blush softly and I continue to shop around.

Her teammates all ask who she was standing next to. Nika smiles and says my next door neighbor she transferred from Florida to play for our soccer team. They all say okay she's cute. Nika says yeah she is and then she looks for me. She spots me standing near the produce section. I then grab some more stuff that I need and I look over to see a picnic basket and blankets and I get those too. Nika just smiles and she shakes her head at me. I then look around for picnic food and I get those from the deli and some desserts and a bouquet of red roses. Paige looks over and says ooh i wonder who the red roses are for hmmm. Nika blushes and says oh shush and then I get the flowers single roses for her and her teammates. I then pay for everything and then I walk over to the girls and I hand them each a red rose and I give Nika a bouquet of red roses.

They all say thank you and they blush and nika gives me a kiss on the cheek. I smile and say you're very welcome girls. Would you all like to go on a picnic and of course I’ll make dinner later on. They all say omg yes we would love to. I smile and I say well I paid already so let’s head back so I can put the groceries I don’t need in the refrigerator and I have three seats in the back if anyone wants to join us. They all said okay and I smiled and walked out towards my car. Nika helps me put all the bags in the trunk and three of the girls all climb in the back seat. Nika opens my door and I smile at her and I get in. the girls in the back all aww at us and I smile and reach over to get her door open and then I put my seatbelt on.

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[ceeproductions]

Save File Sims Part 1: The Faculty

A very rare sim dump! wow! These sims came out way too cute to keep buried in my library tab so I’m releasing them. 

Their respective job unfortunately did not come with the High School Years Pack so feel free to change that. They all come with outfits, traits, likes and dislikes.

Also, I have a lot of files in my mods folder so if I missed something just let me know 

You can download them off the gallery or their tray files

Origin ID: CeeProductions

Download: Patreon | SFS | Dropbox

Names, Profession, and cc links under the cut.

From left to right:

*Patreon only!

Alec Sotiriadis (Weight Lifting Teacher)

Skin tone (outdated link) | Skin Overlay | Skin Overlay 2 | Skin Overlay 3 | Forehead Lines |  Lashes | Eyes | Eyebrows | Eyebags | Eyelid Overlay | Nose Mask | Arm Detail | Body Hair | Body Overlay | Eyes | Brow Ridge | Lips |

Presets used: Nose | Ears | Height |

Alfred Finch (Custodian)

Skin Tone | Skin Overlay | Skin Overlay 2 | Skin Overlay 3* | Skin Overlay 4 | | Lashes | Nose Mask(no link sorry) | Eyelid Overlay | Eyes | Forehead Lines | Body Hair | Blush | Skin Detail (nose shader) | Brow Ridge | Lips | Eyebags |

Presets used: Mouth | Ears | Height |

Tia Stanfield (Nurse)

Skin tone (outdated) | Skin Overlay* | Skin Overlay 2 | Skin Overlay 3 | Hair | Contour (Match stix trio) | Skin Detail (Decades) | Nose Contour | Lip Liner | Stethoscope | Eyelid Overlay | Nose Mask | Eyebrows | Face mask(Astrid Blush) | Moles | Lashes | Plugs | Lips(Latte) | Eyes |

Presets used: Ears | Nose | Chin |

Joanne Werner (Gym Teacher & Soccer Coach)

Skin Tone | Skin Overlay* | Skin Overlay 2 | Skin Overlay 3 (dead link sorry) Eyes | Eyebags | Nose Mask | Lips | Face Kit | Lashes |

Hasina Farooq (Guidance Counselor)

Skin Tone | Skin Overlay* | Skin Overlay 2 | Skin Overlay 3 | Skin Overlay 4 | Eyebags | Skin Detail (Nose Shader) | Shoes (slingback) | Pants | Dress | Dress (esther) | Hijab | Lip Overlay | Lips | Eyebrows | Top | Top 2 | Lashes | Eyes | Eyelid Overlay |

Presets used: nose |

Suzanna Rodriguez (Cafeteria Worker)

Skin Tone |Skin Overlay | Skin Overlay 2 | Nose Mask | Eyelid Overlay | Eyebags | Hair | Eyebrows |  | Lips | Apron | Shoes | | Lashes | Hairline | Eyebrows | Bottoms | Skin Detail (Chubby Cheeks & Decades) | Gloves | Sclera | Eyes |

Presets used: Body

Kamryn Powers (School Principal)

Skin Tone (18+ site) | Eyes | Skin Overlay 2 | Skin Overlay 3 | Stretch Marks | Cellulite Overlay | Eyelid Overlay | Eyebrows | Eyebags | Eyelashes | Nose Mask | Eyeshadow | Lips | Lip Overlay| Facelight and Pores Skin Details | Hair | Pants | Shoes | Facemask (I turned this mask into a blush sorry) | 

Presets used: Nose | Chin | Eyes | Ears |

Alton Lundy (Football Coach & Gym Teacher)

Skin Tone | Skin Overlay* | Skin Overlay 2 | Skin Overlay 3 | Face Mask(BMasc) | Nose Mask | | Eyes | Skin Detail (Jowls) | Lip Overlay | Eyebrows(MildEyebrows) | Facial Hair | Adam’s Apple | Body Hair | Eyelid Overlay | Eyelid Overlay 2 | Forehead Lines | Lips |

Presets used: Ears | Height | Lips | Eyes | Jaw |

Kevin Brooks (English/Literature Teacher)

Skin Tone | Skin Overlay* | Skin Overlay 2 | Skin Overlay 3 | Eyes | Body Hair | Eyelid Overlay | Eyebags | Decades Skin Detail | Forehead Lines | Nose Mask | Beard | Lips | Eyebrows | Hair | Hairline |  Pants |

Presets used: Nose | Jaw |

Kathryn Wurth (Arts & Drama Teacher) 

Skin tone | Skin Overlay | Eyes | Lip Overlay | Lips | Skin Detail | Lashes | Eyelid Overlay

Rodrigo Brito (School Safety Guard)

Skin Tone(outdated) | Skin Overlay* | Skin Overlay 2 | Face Overlay 3 | Lashes | Nose Mask | Eyebrows | Outfit (prison guard) | Lips | Body Hair | Skin Detail(Hong&eyelid) | Eyes |

Presets used: Ears | Body |

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[crazyk-imagine]

Get Them Cowboy Boots Moving

Pairing: Willard Hewitt x City girl!Reader (afab!reader)

Characters: City girl!Reader (afab!reader), Willard Hewitt, Ren McCormick, Rusty Rodriguez, Ariel Moore, Tony Moore (Ariel’s Cousin), Chuck Cranston, Cranston “henchmen”

Warnings: Fighting, blood, misunderstanding of one’s feelings, reader is oblivious to Rusty and Tony being together, Willard is a simp for the reader, mentions of the “hat rule”

Word Count: 1,533

*Reader is Ren’s bestie from Boston

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You throw your head back, headbutting the guy trying to pull you away from the others. You trip after escaping from his hold. You force yourself off the ground, spinning around to kick him.

He grabs your foot, tossing it to the side.

You’re already off balance and fall, landing on your stomach. You close your eyes, waiting for his next move, so you can kick him in his stomach. 

“Come on,” Ren and Tony, Ariel’s cousin, haul you up before the former goes after Ariel’s dumbass ex Chuck.

You hear grunts and punches, finding Willard beating the shit out of the guy who was messing with you.

He shoves him away, turning to walk to you when another one of Chuck’s friends jumps on his back. 

Before things could escalate, he maneuvers his way towards a truck him, slamming the guy into it, flipping him into the truck bed. He steps away before he could find himself in a hospital.

The girls run back over to you asking if you’re okay, distracting you from the fact that the boy with the country accent who just helped you, the one who’s seemingly been in love with a girl with curly air and an interesting, hardly heard of name, beat the crap out of some guy who was harming you. 

“Are you two, okay?” You ask, checking over them, something you’ve been doing to everyone since you came to town.

“We’re fine. Are you okay? You took a tough fall with that animal?” asks Rusty, who glances over at the truck.

Tony makes his way over to you three, his hand on the back of Rusty’s back.

You shake off their concerns, “’course I’m fine.” 

“Are you-” Ariel starts when Willard and Ren walk over to you girls.

“Everyone okay here?” Ren keeps his gaze on Ariel.

She nods, “yeah, we’re fine. I don’t know about her though.” She gestures to you.

“You guys go in. I’ve got to get a Band-Aid for my elbow and I’ll meet you in there right after.” 

“No,” Ren shakes his head.

“Absolutely not,” Tony adds. “We all go in there as a group.”

You sigh, avoiding there gaze. “Just- I need a minute, alright?”

The girls sigh.

Willard stats behind you, gesturing for them to go inside.

Ren smirks, knowing his boy is about to make a move (or he hopes he is).

Tony sighs and shakes his head, knowing the kid ain’t gonna be able to spit the words out right.

The four leave. 

-

You turn away, expecting all five to be in the building dancing the night away. You unlock your car, opening your trunk, searching for your first aid kit.

“I got a- a first aid kit in my car.”

You jump back, dropping the kit before smacking his arm when you see who it is.

Willard rubs his arm, “ow?”

“You dumbass. Why’d you do that?”

“I was trying to be nice, a gentleman some might say but clearly that didn’t go as planned.” 

“Obviously. Shouldn’t you be in there, sweeping Rusty girl off her feet?”

“I could but she’s already got someone in there dancing with her.”

“Ah,” you nod, pulling out a Band-Aid and Neosporin. “I’m the only one without a date so naturally-”

“Woah! Woah! You’ve got this all wrong-”

“Oh, great. I’m not even good enough to be your date willingly. That’s nice.” You chuckle sadly and toss your trash into your trunk, not in the mood for anything else. 

“No, Jesus! No! Just- just come with me, alright?” He holds hand out for you. “I want to show you somethin’.”

You shake your head, raising your hands to close the trunk, “if this is a prank or something stupid-”

“Stop talkin’ so we can start dancin’.” He slams your trunk closed for you.

You blink in surprise but can’t take a moment to process it any longer since he takes you by your hand, pulling you into the dance. 

-

Couples are already dancing, crowding the floor leaving little space for everyone but, when Willard has something on his mind, he’ll come up with a plan and figure it out.

You and he stand near Ren and Ariel who are lost in their own world, beside them is Rusty with her man- “that’s Ariel’s cousin,” you point out.

“Sure is.”

You tilt your head.

“Why’s that so hard to understand?”

You turn your head back to his, watching his curious gaze. “I just- I thought you and Rusty were into each other?”

He shakes his head, “she wanted to make him jealous and I, being the good friend and guy that I am, I helped her out.”

“Oh.”

“You ready to dance?”

“I thought you didn’t dance. No. No- I’m sorry let me, correct myself- because you couldn’t dance.”

He straightens his posture with his hands on his hips. “Alright, listen here, Missy. I can dance… now and I am trying to lay on the charm here.”

“Charm?” 

“Yeah, you know when a guy likes a girl. He tries to impress her.”

You furrow your brows, “when a guy likes-”

Willard hears someone whistling, he turns to see someone from one of his classmates pointing to you.

He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to the makeshift DJ station. He guides you behind the equipment. His hand drops down onto your lower back. “Alright, darlin’. This is when you play a good song and I run out onto the dancing floor and impress you.”

A smile sneaks its way onto your lips, “you don’t need to impress me, Willard.”

“Yes, I do. I need to make sure you know how much I like you before the night is over.”

“Will-”

“No. No. Play the song and watch, okay? Please?”

You sigh, placing the headphones on your head, “fine. Go get them boots movin’.”

“Is that a twang of country I hear in-” 

“Will, come on, man.” Ren grabs the country boy and hauls him back onto the dance floor.

You’re barely paying attention to the music as the boy in the cowboy hat moves on the dance floor.

“Where’d he learn to dance like that?” asks Rusty, standing beside you with Tony holding her hand.

“I don’t know?”

“He’s really making sure you’re watching him.” She smirks.

“What?” You look up, turning towards her.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

“I really don’t. I bet if I look back, he’ll be having fun, dancing the night away like the rest of the students.” As soon as you turn around, his pretty chestnut eyes right in front of you.

“You’re dancing now.”

You shake your head, “I can’t.”

“Why not?” He challenges you.

“Someone has to do the music-”

“I can do it.”

You sigh, “Tony-”

“Thanks, Tony!”

You giggle, “Willard! Willard, slow down.”

He stops in the middle of the dance floor, spinning you around before pulling you back into his arms. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight? And every other day and every time I see you.”

You move to face him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. You gulp, “I don’t think you have.”

“I’ve got some lost time to make up for, don’t I?”

You hum, stealing his hat off his head. “You also have yet to ask me a certain question.”

“Ah, right? You plan on giving me my hat back? I’m sure my hat hair is real bad.”

You lean closer to him, “no and wrong question.”

“You know the hat rule and anyone with half a mind know not to ask you out.” 

“Possessive, are we?”

“Hell yeah, especially with a pretty lady such as yourself… who I’d be lucky to call mine?”

Your fingers play with the hair on the back of his neck, “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to think about that one.”

“Don’t break his heart now,” Ren interrupts your conversation.

You offer him a dry laugh, “very funny. How do you think priesthood will be?”

“Not cool, darlin’,” Ariel adds.

“And yet, you still love me.”

They shake their heads, dancing away from the two of you.

The boy dancing with you wastes no time. “Was that a yes?”

“I’d say the fact that I’m wearing your hat and not dancing with someone who will step on my toes should be more than enough for you to know.”

“Know?” He asks, his southern drawl making him even cuter.

You roll your eyes, sighing.

He tries to ask what’s wrong until your hands are on his cheeks pulling him closer. Willard closes his eyes at the sensation of your warm… soft… lips colliding against his. 

You pull back, staring at him.

He opens his eyes and finds your worried gaze on him, he smiles. “It’s about damn time.”

“Is it now?”

“You bet. Been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Guess tonight was your lucky night, cowboy.”

He lets out a joking groan. If only you knew what that nickname actually did to him. “Care to dance till dawn with me?”

You place his hat back on his head with a smile, slapping your hand in his. “I thought you’d never ask.”  

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