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natalchartnurtures · 3 days

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PAC: Mitski, what about me is eternal like the.. moon?

I had so much fun doing this

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Pile 1:

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love is mine, all mine, all mine

I'm sitting right in front of your cards in utter awe. I got goosebumps when I laid eyes on your cards, pile 1. Let me begin by saying this: you've seen some DARK and truly terrible times, haven't ya? Even as I say this, it feels like an understatement. There have been times when you were stripped down to bare bones, and you had to "grow back the rest of you." I apologize for the gruesome metaphor (but hey, I'm just the messenger; this ain't really coming from me :p). Maybe you've had to encounter times when you felt painfully lonely, stuck in your head and in your general life too, like your spirit was beaten down. Or maybe it felt as if the universe snatched away something you thought was incredibly precious? But I hear that it wasn't what you thought it was; that's why it had to go. You probably didn't see it that way at all, and THAT'S ALRIGHT because we don't have Spirit's perspective, now do we? I see that you really struggled to put yourself together after that somewhat 'impossible-seeming' loss. It seemed like it came outta left field.

BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT. You, my friend, took this PAIN and these fucked up times and turned it into a damn palace of gold. You read that right. What's eternal about you? Your alchemy. Your fire. Your willpower. Your ability to take life by the balls. Your refusal to let it beat you to dust. Your refusal to be small. Literal goosebumps, you feeling it yet? It's your connection to God/Source/Universe. Your faith. Your mastery of your mind, babe. Yeah. You've somehow mastered your mind in this process of putting yourself back together. Acknowledge that ish! 'Cause you really did do that.

Nothing can ever get you to stop dreaming, and much less trying to stop you from achieving them, love. You're a powerhouse of energy, and God bless anybody who ever underestimates that (you included side-eyeing you right now). Not you getting low key called out, haha.

Don't get me wrong, though; being a powerhouse of energy doesn't necessarily mean being in everybody's face trying to assert your dominance, y'know? It can look like silent crying in the middle of the night and waking up the next day determined to overcome the thing that made you cry the day before.

Your light is what's eternal about you. It never goes off. Like ever. Your dedication to learning and growing through whatever, and I mean WHATEVER, life throws your way is what will never die, sweetie. It's like a part of your essence at this point. I hope you're proud of that and know that it's what will bring you to your success in life, whatever that looks like for each one of you beautiful ass people reading this :)

Haha, that's so cute; I just heard Spirit go "you're going places, sweetheart" ><

And with that, let's end your FABULOUS, goosebumps-inducing (btw, I don't say that about just ANYTHING), and awe-inspiring reading here.

Thank you, pile 1, for sharing your energy with me today. I love you guys so, so much and… not gonna lie, I'm low key honored to have been in your presence today. Haha, see ya!

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Pile 2:

My baby, here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her?

My god, why is there so much happening as I tap into your energy, pile 2? And I mean it in a nice way, though. I heard T Swift's song "The Last Great American Dynasty" as I was shuffling for you, and I heard Spirit go, "she's sweet and salty," lol. We'll see how all that plays into the reading eventually.

The first thing I noticed was your incredible balance within your mind and heart. It's shocking. Maybe you've been working on getting these aspects of yours to agree with one another and balance each other out, or it's simply your personality, but… pile 2, this beautiful mind-heart balance is what's eternal about you, love. Your peace. Your calm. The childlike innocence of your heart blending seamlessly with your mind's unending curiosity for life. Your emotional intelligence. The way you flow… like water, I heard. Wow! I find that so amazing, ugh, like can we be friends, pile 2? T-T, 'cause I definitely need some of that in my life right now, not gonna lie, haha.

There's that AND then there's a whole other dimension to you where you give 'life of the party' vibes as well. OH, so maybe that's why I heard Spirit say "sweet and salty," like two very different things but produce a wonderful taste together. Complex. Addicting. You make people want to come back for more, pile 2. Mmmmmm! Love that!

You have this laid-back vibe to you as well that a lot of people in your life appreciate. I see that your ability to lighten anybody's day is what's eternal about you awwww. I heard "she's the sunshine of my life." UGH, this is too wholesome for my heart; please save me. You seem to really perk up people's day/week or just life in general. You give, like, Saggi vibes, bro. It doesn't matter if you have that in your chart, but it's just your soul. The eternal aspect of you feels bright, expansive, loving, and so vibrant in energy, my god. You've also got strong feminine energy too… you must be really good at attracting 'cause you're strong in your feminine energy AND you're chill and detached from it at the same time. Effortless manifester, master manifester are some words that come to mind as I describe this.

Your divinity is what's eternal about you. Your 'witchy vibes.' Your embodiment of your highest truth. Your commitment to maintaining this divine connection in your day-to-day. Bro, what's eternal about you is that you can turn any old mundane task/thing into something fun and magical and full of meaning and symbolism. You live life deep, and even though there aren't a whole lotta people who can join you there, you wouldn't have it any other way. It's your raw authenticity, babe. Circling back to "The Last Great American Dynasty" song, maybe you're like Rebekah that T Swift sings about, "the most shameless woman this town has ever seen." People tend to call raw, authentic women shameless, but you couldn't care less. You will forever do what you like 'cause you're a free-spirited divine mystic in the body of a teeny lil human. Love it.

That's all I have for you, pile 2. Thank you for spending time with me! I love you so much <3

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Pile 3:

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you?

Ah, my divine activators. What's eternal about you? Your intensity. BS detection might as well be your middle name. Sherlock Holmes who? 'Cause you're the new detective in town, baby, sniffing out illusions, falsities, fake people, LIES, victim mentality. None of that runs free with you around, I'll tell you that. It's your capacity to hold divine truth, lovingly, which is INCREDIBLY hard, btw. You can't stand half-assed people and people who seem to not have their "heads screwed on straight." Lmao, what kinda people are you surrounded by, pile 3? Ooh, I heard that you're divinely planted where you are so you can activate a lot of people into awakening to their true selves, but it looks like nobody wants to actually awaken. Lmao.

-Side note: My heart goes out to you if you've been surrounded by really difficult and chaotic energies that bring you down a lot. That SUCKS so hard, bro. Been there myself too lately, and it's not a fun merry-go-round to co-exist with. Just keep being your amazing cool-ass self, ok? Things will work out eventually. You already intuitively feel that things will get better, so trust that feeling!-

If I could describe your energy, I would use the Phoenix rising from the ashes symbolism to do so. Ohhhhh, as I told you that, I saw a vision of T Swift's music video of "Look What You Made Me Do," where she comes out of the grave and sings, "Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time." I'm a fan, pile 3. Omg. That's some badass ballsy energy, and I'm so here for it right now. You're the epitome of what psychological death and rebirth looks like. You're the textbook definition. And THAT'S what's eternal about you. No matter where you are or what you end up doing in life, you'll always be able to "rise up from the dead" and do it iconically too. Haha, I literally heard that. Lmao. This ability of yours is an extension of the greater aspect of you - your higher self. Whoa… I just heard you've had this ability for lifetimes and you will take it strongly with you to the next ones as well. Powerful. It's etched in your soul, pile 3. You know what you want and how to get it, even if not immediately; you always do eventually. It's the security you possess within yourself that's eternal, love. Nothing can really shake you at this point. Lmao. You've got a strong-ass foundation.

-Side note: I'm really seeing a healed and fully realized root chakra for you. If you haven't gotten there yet, you're well on your way! Good job! Root chakra work is the most brutal, btw, so… you really have my respect. Haha, moving on-

You have warrior energy present quietly in your personality as well. You give spiritual warrior vibes. You don't prefer to live in it 24/7; it's simply something you tap into when a situation calls for it. Otherwise, I see you being quite heart-centered, full of love, looking at the world with rose-colored glasses. Your inner child is what's eternal about you. Your divine sensitivity and your capacity to hold your emotions without judgment and live big from a place of heart. You embody the energy of water in my eyes, tbh. Life-giving but also destructive if need be, and there's absolutely nothing weak about water. Phew. You are eternal as the oceans are.

Ahhh, pile 3, that was sooo much fun! Thanks for stopping by, and I love you soooo much!

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lucvly · 4 months

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i saw in ur matt bf headcanons thag he would love reader sitting on his lap so can u like make a story where they’re wit their friends or smth n the reader’s sitting on matt’s lap n she feels him get hard n like whispers “i hope what im feeling is ur keys” THEN LATER ON HE TAKES HER TO HIS ROOM N THEY FUCK! ☺️☺️ i hope that’s not confusing or anything

BLUE JEANS. ( matt sturniolo )

warnings › smut, exhibitionism if you squint, dirty talk, praise, slight consumption of alcohol, dom!matt (i’m a switch!matt truther guys please.)

author’s note › wrote this while listening to ldr 🤒 keep the reqs coming i have way too many but fuck it we ball !! also smut is definitely not my forte, bear with me.

› as much as you loved small get togethers with your closest friends, you weren’t sure your boyfriend and his brothers hosting one in their house was the smartest idea. you were wary of how the night would go, taking into consideration the fact that last time they hosted one of these get togethers nick and larray ended up playing beer pong on the kitchen counter, nearing a wasted state. but you still decided to attend and accompany your boyfriend, and you loved any occasion to dress up and spend time with your closest friends, so technically it was a win win situation for both of you.

showing up at their house, your doubts and wariness got pushed to the back of your head completely. your thoughts now shifting, wanting nothing more than to have a good time, some good conversations and spend time with your boyfriend and the presence of your closest friends.

“you look amazing.” you heard a voice that you could recognize anywhere as the door swung open carefully. “i’m sorry i couldn’t pick you up, princess. i had to help nick and chris put this whole thing together.”

as soon as he opened the door, a soft smile crept up onto your lips, analyzing his figure discreetly before even stepping a foot inside. he was the slightest bit sweaty, his hair messy, a lopsided smile plastered on his face as he gazed into your eyes, stepping closer to you, placing a greeting kiss on your lips as he took a hold of your waist with one hand, guiding you into the house, the other hand managing to softly close the door behind the two of you as you stepped in.

“that’s okay, you owe me though.” you teased, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, watching the smile on his face widen ever so slightly.

“fair enough.” he shrugged jokingly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he kept his arm wrapped around your waist, continuing to guide you inside.

the music was at a prudent volume, loud enough to not be able to hear anyone else’s conversations, but not soft enough as to where it became boring.

your friends were mostly all scattered across the living room, beanbags and couches filled with all your closest friends having closed conversations, laughing with red solo cups in their hands.

your boyfriend guided you towards the living room, settling one of the beanbags– and it was a given that you were sitting on his lap, his hands snaking to the sides of your waist, though one of them slid up to your stomach, rubbing up and down slightly as a gesture of comfort.

you struck up a conversation with nick who was sitting right next to you on the floor, he was telling you something about how he thought you and matt should get a room, and how he loved the skirt you were wearing today.

2:03 AM.

by the time the clock hit two in the morning, drowsiness started kicking in, though you were all in the middle of a very interesting game of truth or dare. currently madi was gasping at the names of every single one of nick’s exes, nick letting out possibly the loudest laugh.

you took the opportunity of this small break in the game to get a bit more comfortable on your boyfriend’s lap, considering you were starting to get a bit sleepy. you definitely underestimated how tricky getting comfortable in a beanbag would be, especially on your boyfriend’s lap. however, you started to shift your lower body, attempting to find a more comfortable position.

the hand that was on your waist tightened its grip ever so slightly, and the hand that was rubbing your stomach abruptly stopped its movements, a very faint noise coming out of matt’s mouth.

you were sure you were mistaken, probably the effect of the sleepiness that was starting to take over your body as you squirmed on his lap again, this time, hearing a low whisper, yet clear “fuck,” as matt attempted to play it off by clearing his throat.

you were still oblivious as to what was going through your boyfriend’s mind in that very moment, and you shifted your hips once more, finally finding a comfortable position on his lap, laying your head back on his shoulder for a bit more comfort.

this was all before you heard what you could definitely assure was a low groan from matt, followed up by both his hands resting at the sides of your hips now, gripping a bit tighter than usual. you started to feel something poking your thigh.

oh.

you slightly moved your head closer to his ear, lips close enough to softly whisper, “i hope what i’m feeling is your keys.” you spoke as you raised your eyebrows and laid your head back on his shoulder again.

“can’t help it when you’re moving like that.” he whispered back, forcing a soft laugh at some comment chris had made regarding one of the questions.

before you could even answer, your conversation was interrupted by madi, who, with a wide smile on her face, asked, “y/n, truth or dare.”

you thought for a second, though you had already mentally answered, because there was no way you were getting up when your boyfriend was gripping your hips like you’d run away at any second, and his boner was poking your inner thigh.

you teasingly sat up on matt’s lap before answering, forcing you to move your lower body again, which elicited a soft moan from him which he managed to play off as a cough. “hmm, truth.” you finally answered with a small smile, looking down at madi who was sitting right next to nick.

“hm, oh–” she paused before nick leaned over and whispered something to her followed by a fit of giggles from both of them. “where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex?”

your boyfriend leaned his head back and loudly groaned. you could tell he was trying his best to continue playing, but the raging boner and this conversation was definitely not helping his case.

you gasped in disbelief and shifted once again to turn to look at him, causing him to let out a choked grunt he quickly covered up by clearing his throat.

“you told nick about that?!” you exclaimed, your tone filled with disbelief as your mouth was still open, in a gasping expression.

“nick, i swear to god.” your boyfriend answered, his tone being full of annoyance. he wanted nothing more but to leave, but to his dismay, he was hosting– and it would be rude to leave the guests unattended.

“do i even wanna know?” madi’s face contorted in disgust, shaking her head as nick patted her back im faux comfort.

“you don’t. trust me.” nick answered plainly, and madi required no further explanation to know that she probably shouldn’t have asked that question.

“whatever. i’m tired, i’m going to bed.” matt spoke, mainly to the rest of your friends who were still seated or laying down on the floor filled with pillows and blankets for more comfort.

“y/n, you staying?” chris asked, slightly raising his eyebrows in amusement at matt’s quick change of attitude.

“i’ll go with him, someone’s gotta take care of him.” you joked, knowing that this was definitely about to get on matt’s nerves. the double entendre was quick to affect matt, unbeknownst to anyone else except the two of you.

his hips slightly bucked up against your ass, a very low groan, almost a whimper, escaping his lips as you spoke, his hands holding onto the sides of your waist tightly, as if he were to let go, you would run away. you couldn’t deny the wetness starting to pool in your panties, a hint of redness showing up on your cheeks.

“agreed.” chris replied, though he was already distracted with another conversation madi and nick were having, incredibly loudly.

you were thankful they were all so distracted and caught up in their conversations that they couldn’t tell what was going on with you and your boyfriend. this allowed you to quickly stand up, your boyfriend standing right behind you to cover himself up, both of you making your way to his room as quickly as possible.

as soon as you walked through his bedroom door, he shut the door completely closed, quickly locking it, and before you could even let a single word out of your mouth, he was pushing you up against the wall, crashing his lips with yours, engulfing you in possibly the neediest kiss he’d ever given you. his hands were on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as your arms wrapped around his neck, reciprocating the kiss with equal force, your tongues fighting for dominance.

“god, i need you.” he managed to whisper in between kisses, his knee making its way between your legs, up all the way to your core, earning a low gasp of pleasure from you. “wanna make you feel good.” his hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, taking a shaky breath before asking, “can i?”

“yes, please,” you whined, shakily breathing as you stared into his eyes.

he wasted no time sliding your shirt off and skillfully undoing your bra as he leaned in for another passionate kiss, his hands sliding to cup your breasts, massaging them carefully as a loud moan escaped your lips. “matt–”

he knew you too well. he knew what you wanted without even having to voice it, and he followed your pleads, his hands moving down to undo your skirt, his gaze fixed on the way the skirt you were wearing hugged your curves so perfectly in a manner that made his cock twitch in his pants.

the skirt fell to the floor, revealing the lace panties that almost made matt cum in his sweatpants, a shaky breath eliciting from his mouth as he pulled your panties to the side, two fingers dipping down to rub your juices and spread them all over your cunt, preparing you for the stretch. “atta girl.” he whispered.

this earned a hiss and a low whimper from you, the cold metal from his rings contributing to the feeling of pleasure he was causing. you were sure your legs were going to give out, and your hands now lowered to hold onto his shoulders as your mouth was open agape, letting out shaky moans.

as soon as he felt you grip his shoulders tightly, he pushed two fingers into you, causing you to let out a loud moan and a whine of his name, making his cock twitch. he waited for a split second before starting to pump his fingers with ease, your wetness making it easier for him to slip in and out of you.

he was so focused on your expressions and your pleasure, watching your face contort with desire, your eyes rolling almost to the back of your head and your mouth open, letting out the prettiest sounds. it was priceless, he wouldn’t trade this moment for the whole world, knowing how good he could make you feel with just his fingers made his brain get hazy.

“you look so pretty like this,” he pumped his fingers in and out of you quickly, speeding up his movements as you whined and whimpered. it was starting to overwhelm you, everything about it. the coldness of his rings, the speed of his fingers, the whispered praise– before you knew it a knot was forming in the lower part of your stomach.

“i’m– fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you moaned out, already focusing on reaching your high, your hips grinding onto matt’s fingers for an extra sensation of pleasure– when all of the sudden, his movements stopped abruptly.

you could’ve sworn you almost let out a loud cry, a small whine escaping your lips as you held onto his shoulders as tight as possible, your legs slightly shaking. “please,”

“i need you to cum all over my cock,” his words sent a shiver down your spine, making you even wetter if that was physically possible, a blush rising to your cheeks despite the position you were currently in.

your lips connected once again in a hungry kiss, both of you making your way towards his bed as he broke the kiss for a second to take off his shirt, quickly kissing you again with desperation. you laid back onto his bed, almost all the way back, barely reaching the headboard, not once breaking the kiss.

he pulled back for a moment to take off his sweatpants and his boxers, not very mindful of where they were going to end up— all he wanted was to feel your cunt swallow his dick whole, and that was evident with the way his dick sprung up to his stomach, already leaking precum.

you could never get used to his size, and the mere sight of his dick springing up to his stomach made you squirm, almost drooling.

“shit, look at what you do to me, princess.” he spoke in a low tone, pumping himself a few times before leaning down close to you, lining himself up with your entrance before finally pushing himself inside, earning an almost pornographic moan from you as your hands moved to his back, your fingernails digging into his skin as he gave you a moment to adjust to his size.

after a quick moment he started moving with small grunts and groans, pushing himself in and out of you, almost abusing your cunt with the pace he was going at– your moans echoed through the room, loud cries of his name being heard as he pumped his dick into you.

“please, matt–” you whined loudly, digging your nails further into his skin as he thrusted even rougher, a dragged out groan coming from his lips.

“i know baby, let go, i got you.” he cut you off by pressing his lips onto yours, sharing a sweet yet desperate kiss as one of his hands reached down to your clit, using two fingers to stimulate you even further by rubbing at a speedy pace. “c’mon, let go angel.”

“i– fuck,” you cried out, the knot in the pit of your stomach finally coming undone with a loud moan of your boyfriend’s name, your nails scratching his back, leaving him with a burning sensation he was sure was going to leave marks by the next day.

“that’s it,” he praised, continuing his thrusts as you only managed the whine at the overstimulation, feeling his thrusts get sloppier as his breaths started to become uneven and unsteady. he thrusted even rougher a few more times before finally releasing inside of you with a loud groan, collapsing beside you on his bed, both of you attempting to catch your breath for a second.

you laid in comfortable silence for no longer than a minute before matt spoke up, “i’m gonna go run a bath for us, okay?” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up.

“sounds amazing.”

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starrynights-sunnyskies · 12 days

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⋆*·ﾟa clash to keep her ... misa x reader (& zecira x reader)

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when there's a familiar face amongst your opponents in today's match, misa's insecurities get the best of her and she fears she might have to step up her game for you to want to keep her forever.

or: a pouting misa being jealous of fellow goalie, zećira mušović, one of your closest friends and presumed ex.

as requested

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Misa was very aware of the eyes on her as she walked onto the pitch for her pre-match warmup, people already calling out her name to hopefully get a reaction. She smiled towards the stands, hoping it had been directed to at least some of those who’d called out for her. People were slowly starting to find their seats in the arena, their chatter white noise together with the upbeat music softly echoing all around her. Today was another match day, one which Misa had set her eyes on ever since their opponent had been announced. Sweden was a strong national team, often landing quarter and half finals in tournaments and home to some key players to various clubs around Europe. She’d played a fair amount with Jakobsson at Real Madrid for a while, and Olofsson was one of her current teammates. She knew not to underestimate them, and that was exactly why she put her mind back into focus as soon as her cleats dug into the grass beneath her feet. She’d been put on the starting eleven, right at the top as number one, of course. It felt great knowing she could play another match, but that feeling was nothing compared to knowing she’d share the pitch with you, her girlfriend.

Though she’d gotten to know you little by little each time national camp had rolled around, the spark hadn’t properly ignited until a few weeks ago. Things were fresh, new, exciting and nervous, and Misa lapped every feeling up, having never felt like such a hopeless fool in love. It had been as strange as it had been fun to discover this new side to her, but she loved letting the feeling lead her even more each time her romantic gestures or surprises would earn her a smile from you. The way you would look at her, hold her and care for her had been nothing short of euphoric and if this lovey-dovey feeling would last, she desperately wished she could keep you around for a lifetime.

Misa approached the goal, gave the pole a good rattle and jumped up to hit the bar. This was her stage tonight and damn would she give a performance if she could. She took a few big sips of her bottle before throwing it beside the post, grabbing the gloves she’d secured behind her waistband and put them on. This was routine for her, and she should’ve acted on autopilot, but there was something different this time around.

Her eyes kept glancing at the tunnel, waiting, longing... and it distracted her, that much was clear. Even onlookers could see her staring at something invisible on the side of the pitch, but those who didn’t know why, thought nothing of it.

Misa had wanted to wait and walk out together, but you were going to take longer than usual and she needed to warmup with some of the strikers. You were getting taped up, your ankle still a vulnerable spot after the injury you’d gotten three months ago at your club. It had been nothing too serious, just a light sprain, but still, you knew to be careful with your body. It was always exciting to play a match, even if your current national team situation had taken that drive and enthusiasm down a couple of notches. Still, it was an honour to play the sport you loved most and to see people from all ages come together for the same reasons. Playing for both club and country had taken you to quite some countries throughout your career so far, and it had left you making friends from all over. Some teammates felt more like colleagues than friends, but those who you’d gotten close to, would always have a special place in your heart, no matter if you still played with them or not. It was why you were even more excited for the match ahead as you tied up your cleats, humming along to one of the songs that was playing in the locker room to keep the energy high.

There were a couple of familiar faces in the opposing team for you today— Kaneryd, Björn and Eriksson for example. But the one face you’d missed most was that of Zećira Mušović. You’d been contracted by Chelsea during the same transfer window as Zećira, and, as the new girls on the team, you had stuck to each other like glue. You’d been assigned a flat in the same building by the club, so carpooling had been a given from the get-go. She’d also helped you remove the hideous floral wallpaper all around your flat and in return, you had helped her carry all the furniture she’d bought at Ikea that day inside, her country’s trusted store even helping her out overseas. It had both come paired with loads of cursing in Spanish and Swedish though, but had ended in sighs of exhaustion and laughter. She’d knocked on your door the day after, a packet of her favourite Kafferep’s in her hand which she’d put in her bag to hand out as an introduction gift to everyone. A thing she had held onto after that, because each time she’d come back from Sweden, she had a new packet of cookies with your name on it in her suitcase. You’d invited her in and emptied the entire packet with some tea, to immerse yourselves to the English culture, and watched a match on your laptop, since your TV still hadn’t arrived. Zećira was fun, caring, easygoing and between your initial trouble speaking English and her laidback nature, your friendship worked like a charm.

It had been hard to move away from your familiarities for the first time in your life, having to adjust to a culture, country and language you didn’t know much of, but it had been easier to do while having a friend around, someone who could relate. She learned to understand your Spanglish and was one of the few who could pinch through your accent. It had helped pull you out of our shell, which in return had introduced you to the goofy side your friend had.

You discovered London together on days off, tried cafe’s and restaurants and binged every new show Netflix would put out. The Chelsea girls had quickly turned to calling the two of you Biggy and Smallz, in which you were obviously Smallz next to the tall tower that Zećira was. Still, you were not to be underestimated with your fiery nature on the field. You were a defending tower of your own when it came to your play, always stopping an attack or cheekily sneaking away the ball from someone's feet whenever you could. Having you play close to her had strengthened Zećira’s backline, making sure her wall extended to the group of defenders you were part of. Playing at Chelsea had ended up being one of the best experiences of your life. It had opened doors for you, if not career-wise, then definitely when it came to your personal life. You had been in your early twenties, afraid you’d missed out on a best friend after having focused so hard on football, but there she’d been, entering your life fashionably late but with Kafferep’s to make up for it. After your contract had ended and you’d felt the need to freshen things up and start somewhere new, and maybe play a little closer to home again, you’d been surprised by how well you’d kept in touch. It hadn't ever been that easy with other ex-teammates. Things would fade out eventually, you presumed, like it always would. Then again, Zećira wasn't just any teammate. You didn’t live in the same flat anymore, nor did you see each other every month, but Zećira never missed an important date, and she could always expect to wake up to a congratulatory message whenever she’d played a good match.

You hadn’t seen her in a while, which was the reason behind the pep in your step as you walked out of the locker room and saw a couple of yellow jerseys pass you. Your eyes looked around, hoping to find the red of your best friend’s goalie kit as you walked out the tunnel and onto the pitch, immediately feeling your cheeks dust with pink as people called out your name. It would never feel normal, which was exactly why you cherished it so much. The arena was slowly filling up, so you deemed it enough time to at least take a picture with the adorable kid waving your jersey in one hand and a marker in the other. The way his eyes lit up and widened in size as he saw you approach, made a wide grin of your own break out. He was too shocked at the entire thing to answer your questions whether he was excited or ready to cheer. You lovingly put a hand on his shoulder when he started to ramble to you about having your Chelsea Home and Away jersey as well as your current club’s, and that he’d watched the last national match with his teammates. A few pictures were in order after that, obviously, but you gently excused yourself as the arena filled up more, not wanting to throw a spanner in your warm up routine. But as you jumped down from the barrier, two gloved hands held your elbows to soften your landing.

“Hej, litet.”

You would recognise that Swedish twang out of a thousand.

Zećira looked down at you, eyes squeezed shut as her expression was one of pure joy. You squealed almost immediately, jumping into the arms that were already beckoning you into them. She pulled you to stand on your tippy toes as you hugged, and as she kept laughing, you couldn’t help but join her.

“What are you doing here?” She rose an eyebrow, feeling playful.

“I was trying to find the nearest tube station, but I don’t know how I ended up here.” You motioned around you, then at your kit, “Think I’ll just commit to it now.”

She rolled her eyes at you, immediately catching onto the reference from when you’d ended up getting lost in London’s web of metro lines. Each time you'd taken one and submerged from the Underground only to find out you were in the wrong distract, again, you'd laughed before descending the stairs and taking another one. You'd eventually found your way back to your flat, but the sun had set already and your bank account had been a couple of pounds lighter from all the unnecessary travelling. It was safe to say that you had tried to evade London's maze of metro lines as much as you could after that.

“Though, making sense of that tube map didn't take me as long to figure out than that gibberish you spoke to me in those first few weeks.”

She groaned and held her arm when you didn’t hold back and punched her, the pounding of your fist loud against her skin. She rubbed the spot, but it didn't make the mischief in her eyes disappear, “Ai-” She laughed, then pushed against your shoulder, letting you stumble back a step, but her eyes widened and her hands immediately pulled you towards her when you almost fell over the stack of practice cones behind you.

“Are you trying to get us down to ten players already?” You huffed out playfully, watching as she grinned again.

“Worth a try, but, hey, listen-” She put her hand in front of her mouth, voice turning to a whisper, “I have something for you, but only after the game. Kolakakor,“ She added as she watched your reaction.

You beamed at her, “You brought me cookies?! How did you even know I’d make it onto the roster this camp?”

Zećira shrugged, big gloved hands squeezing together as she answered nonchalantly, “I had a feeling. How’s the ankle?”

You pushed out your leg, turned it and twirled your ankle around, as if you were Cinderella showing off her glass slipper.

“Wow, you need new cleats.”

“And you need new gloves. Hell, Zeći, I can smell them from here.”

A playful glint appeared in her eyes, “Yeah, you can? How do they smell from here?” She pulled you into a headlock with one arm, the other moving close to your face as she planted a quick kiss on your hair.

“Smallz!” You heard a voice and matched it to Johanna, Kaneryd, and felt two slender arms join the huddle and trap you further into Zećira’s chest.

“Jojo! Don’t team up, help me!”

You heard the two Swedes laugh.

“Sorry, tonight you’re the opponent.” Johanna giggled, rubbing your back and smiling at you through Zećira’s hold as she waved goodbye to do some drills of her own. “We’ll catch up after we win!” She winked at you from over her shoulder.

“So, like, maybe in a couple of years, then?”

Johanna rolled her eyes and waved you off.

You sensed Zećira was slowly letting go and decided to seize the moment. Immediately, she pulled you tighter against her tall body, engulfing you, when she realised you were trying to flee.

“Let go or-”

“-or you’ll send your girlfriend after me?”

“They’re filming us, I can’t have them see me weak!”

"Let them film! Let them see the true you!" She laughed, knowing clips of your interaction would probably end up in multiple edits again. Oh, they couldn't be more wrong about the two of you.

Zećira rolled her eyes when you yelped. She let you go, watching in amusement as you let out an annoyed gruff while touching the hair she’d messed up and you’d spent so long perfecting in the mirror.

“So, tell me, how is the girlfriend?” She teased, poking at you before you playfully slapped her hand away. But before you could reply, you heard the staff call out for you and watched the last of your teammates walk onto the pitch.

“Raincheck?”

“Gotcha.” She winked, accepting your hug and watching you run to your side of the pitch to start your warmups, the smile not leaving her face.

Meanwhile, from under her goalpost, Misa had turned into a sour pouting mess.

She had perked up upon seeing you enter the pitch, had then watched with a soft smile as you interacted with the child, but had then felt her stomach drop when you didn’t come up to her, but was swooped away by her instead. She had watched the woman sling her arm around your torso and had watched her plant the softest kiss on your head. She had watched how you scrunched your nose and let her hold you, had seen the two of you laugh and play. Misa absentmindedly juggled the ball from one hand to the other, eyes zeroing in on the entire encounter, no longer focused on warming up with her teammates. She let out a groan as a ball hit her thigh, whoever had shot it not wanting to go easy on her. With furrowed brows, Misa turned to the presumed perpetrator, seeing a grinning Jenni giving her a look, hands on her hips in challenge.

“Next time I’ll aim for your head, idiota,” She stopped the ball Misa had rolled back towards her, giving the girl some time to walk back to her goal.

“Shut up, or I’ll come for your fucking ankles, Jennifer.” She huffed, eyes furrowed and expression mirroring her feelings.

Jenni whistled, amused at how her friend had changed from focused and happy to play, to a jumble of sadness and annoyance, “Oh, do you say your prayers with that same dirty mouth?” Jenni glanced behind her, following Misa’s line of sight, face immediately breaking out into a bigger grin as she realised what was going on.

“I think you should go for her ankles instead.”

“Her hands, more like.” Misa mumbled out.

Jenni rolled her eyes, “You’re adorable, right now, you know that?”

The rage and offence on Misa’s face made Jenni only laugh louder.

“That’s only further proving my point.”

Misa pretended to kick the ball in front of her as hard as she could, only stopping last-minute, making Jenni shield herself and her laughter behind her arms for the shot that never followed.

“Oye, she’s bullying me-” Jenni’s voice bellowed across the field, catching the attention of multiple people standing around. No one reacted, knowing better after seeing the clownish grin on Jenni’s face.

“Just go up to her,” Jenni shrugged after Misa had blocked one of her shots and passed the ball back to her, “Stake your claim. Show her which goalie she should keep closer.”

“I don’t want to be that pathetic overly jealous new girlfriend and already scare her away."

"But you are the over jealous new girlfriend. At least, right now, you are."

Jenni took another few shots at the goal, sensing how Misa was losing her drive and concentration by the second.

"Then how about you go and be the confident girlfriend instead? Shake her hand, introduce yourself, show that you aren't afraid."

Misa only huffed, "You know that will only make me look even more jealous and protective, right? If I let her do her thing, it shows I have confidence in us and that I trust her. Which I do. I just don't trust her." She nudged her chin to the side of the pitch, where the two of you were still talking.

"Sure, you really ooze confidence right now," Jenni rolled her eyes, "I think you're giving way too much power to some stupid rumour, Misa."

"Well, I still don't want everyone to film the entire thing and put online how pathetic I am."

"Oh, so you'd rather have them film them now and give the internet the impression that they're girlfriends who are reuniting after some time apart?"

If looks could kill, Jenni would be buried in the earth beneath her feet right about now. Misa kicked the ball with pure intent to hurt, but Jenni only jumped aside, taking another ball lying nearby to kick back instead.

"She seems busy. And happy.”

“Busy and happy being smothered by someone other than you, you mean?” Jenni chuckled, “At least she has a type— broody brunettes with big hands and bushy eyebrows.”

Misa’s eyes flitted to you again, watching how your friend caught you from falling over with such tender care, it hurt her heart. Your relationship was so fresh that you hadn’t even had the ex-partners talk. You had yet to exchange awkward stories or reminisce on past heartbreaks. She hated it now, as she watched you and Zećira fall in easy conversation together, wondering if there’d been something between the two of you at some point like the gossips online had said. She'd seen the countless pictures and edits of the two of you on your tagged page. She shook her head, willing the thoughts away.

Though she was already falling fast and hard for you, she had yet to get to know everything about you. It often made her nervous about how deeply she was already falling in love with you. If she was feeling like this after this short amount of time, she didn't want to know the romantic fool she'd be within the next year. But right now, she hated how she knew that the Swede knew you better, while she was supposed to be the one to know you the best. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach as a wave of insecurity suddenly washed over her. She’d stopped watching the two of you talk entirely as she’d seen the ease of which your conversation flowed, kicking the ball back to Jenni.

Your eyes finally found Misa’s as you approached them not long after. A shy smile accompanied with the most adorable wave was sent her way, turning Misa from a scowling grump into a pouting lovestruck fool. Her face softened immediately and she waved her gloved hand back at you.

“Misa and Y/N, sitting in a tree-”

Jenni dodged the ball being thrown at her.

“Say it louder and the entire arena will hear, why don’t you?”

“Sorry,” Jenni retreated, knowing she was one of the lucky few to already know about your relationship. Not as if the entire team hadn't already been gossiping though...

You jogged over, face bright and extra cheerful, but glowered playfully when Ona pulled you back by the hem of your jersey, redirecting your focus from your girlfriend to getting your body warmed up for the match. Misa had to make do with the apologetic smile you sent her, but a grin and thumbs up from her stopped you from feeling bad at the prickly pout on her face.

Minutes later, she stood in line at the kick-off, face stoic as she rushed passed and quickly shook every Swede's hand, making sure to squeeze a little tighter when glove met glove at the start of the line.

Misa liked how she had you close as soon as the match started, the red jersey with your name in yellow lettering never too far out of her sight. When the ball was on the Swedish side of the pitch and nowhere near her goal, she could feel her thoughts wander. But the worries and insecurities never lingered long when the Swedes swiped the ball back.

As the halftime whistle sounded and her stomach fluttered when she watched you wait for her to catch up to walk off the pitch together. But with the game still on the forefront of both your minds and your mind and body still reeling with adrenaline, there was no time to dwell on anything else but how to remain your advantage and up the score in the second half.

She sat down in her cubby, took quick gulps of her bottle and looked for you, realising your eyes were already on her as you wiped at your hairline with a towel. With her intense and focused gaze directed at your flushed face, she realised it reminded her of something. It seemed your mind went to the same place as she saw your expression change, your focus swaying ever so slightly. Misa swallowed and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, then gestured the bottle to you from across the room. You approached, your cleats tapping against the floor, and stood in front of her, looking down at her as you drank from her bottle. Misa’s arm wrapped around your legs, pulling you to stand against her as you all turned to listen to the new tactic being explained. Her strong hold and the soft yet dominant show of her love for you sent you reeling, but you distracted yourself by taking another few sips. You had always been touchy, hell, the entire national team was pretty comfortable and affectionate with each other, something some of your club teammates had playfully blamed your culture for. But that meant that none of your teammates batted an eye at the physical contact the two of you exchanged. Well, you thought they didn't.

You wanted to give the bottle back to Misa so she could finish it, but she gently pushed it back towards you with a gentle smile on her face, ushering you to empty it. Of course it would go against Misa’s nature to not put you first place. You leaned against her, hand resting on her shoulder as she welcomed your touch by pulling you in to stand even closer.

“How’s your ankle?” She softly whispered to not interrupt the talk.

You smiled reassuringly, “Good so far, don’t worry,”

As you listened how your practiced tactic was explained again to refresh your minds, your thoughts wandered off to how your Swedish friends were on the other side of the wall, discussing how to have you lose. Football was a funny sport, you realised— it was one that had helped you make a plethora of friends both among your national teammates and your club ones. No matter the match, there were always friends, connections and familiar faces. But on the pitch, the faces blurred and all you had eyes for was the ball they were trying to sneak passed you. You were used to playing against friends, but they were opponents on the pitch. After all, each match was just that— another match. What happened on the pitch, stayed there as well. Badmouthing, harsh shoves and nasty looks would all be laughed at afterwards.

A soft tap on your hip and the cacophony of cleats beating against the floor snapped you out of it. That, including the kiss you felt against your temple. Misa stood up, grabbed your hand and guided you out with her, back into the tunnel. A crowd of red and yellow jerseys gathered quickly, waiting for the ref to give the green light to walk back out onto the pitch. But you felt your girlfriend squeeze the living hell out of your hand the second a different shade of red flashed through your peripheral. You turned your head and watched as your friend and girlfriend locked eyes for the first time.

Zećira narrowed her eyes. Her face was pure focus and enmity. Immediately you turned to Misa, who straightened her back ever so slightly to try and gain some length on your tall friend. Misa’s face was set in stone— hard and hostile. Your eyes flitted back to your Swedish friend, feeling surprised and shocked at the interaction between the two, all while your girlfriend still squeezed your hand as if her life depended on it.

The Swedish goalkeeper then dipped her head in silent understanding and respect, something Misa reciprocated, but only after tilting her head and analysing the woman’s sincerity first.

The shrill sound of the ref’s whistle echoed around you, and off you all went again. Still, you couldn’t quite brush off the encounter you’d just witnessed. You had wanted to introduce the two to each other after the match, seeing as they were both important people in your life. You knew Zećira would suss out Misa first, wanting her judgements of your girlfriend to be based on her own experience, and not by your lovestruck and biased gushing. And you definitely knew Misa would at least be a little aloof and cautious, stemmed from her protectiveness over you, especially when meeting new people. But to have it go this way… you hadn’t expected it. You didn’t want to have to step into the role of mediator between your best friend and your girlfriend. The prospect of how this could further play out worried you.

As the game commenced, you kept muttering silent prayers, hoping that it had just been the adrenaline and rivalry that had fuelled the encounter between them. Like how you’d almost sent Magda plummeting to the ground during a corner kick just now and how you’d yelled at each other, but how you'd also know she would brush it off after the game with a smile.

She squared up to you, getting in your face, and as you felt Alexia’s and Irene’s hands tugging you away from the confrontation, your eyes flashed to those of Zećira who was tightly clutching the ball against her chest, watching it unfold in front of her. She seemed to say something to Magda in Swedish, something that made the woman retreat with a huff and a nasty look directed your way. Zećira's eyes didn't find yours again, and you hated it. You wanted her to look at you so you could try and read her eyes and confirm that your worries had been false, that your friend’s head had been in the game back in the tunnel, and that it had been the reason why her usual giddy smile hadn’t appeared.

You’d even glanced back towards Misa a couple of times during the rest of the game, only to see her so wrapped up in it, that you knew it was useless to try and find your answers while you were still playing.

At 95 minutes, the whistle sounded through the arena. Spain had won with one to nil, but just barely. Sweden had been a tough opponent today. They’d made you run in circles and try and lure you out, but you had stuck to the initial plan. The backline had been unwavering today, with Misa being the theoretical end boss waiting for them in the goal on the rare occasion they did pass through you all. The score could have been higher, had Zećira not been in the way the entire time. Granted, that was her job on the pitch, but still.

As you waved and clapped in gratefulness in response to the chants and cheers, your feet led you to the dreaded and inevitable moment that had filled you with worries for the past fifty minutes.

You met your girlfriend halfway as she’d already walked up to you and decided it was probably best to at least get rid of some of her adrenaline by signing stuff and chatting with fans. Then afterwards, you two could wind down in the locker room, freshen up, and hopefully the emotions would be dwindled enough so that Misa and Zećira could properly meet each other with rationality and a clear mind.

You kept glancing over to your girlfriend every now and then in between photos. You noticed how she always knew when to answer your glances. That, or maybe she'd been staring all along. But there seemed nothing off about her behaviour, or the look in her eyes, not right now at least.

With your hand on her lower back, you leaned in so that she could hear you over the noise, “I’m going back in to check with physio, you finish up.”

Misa glanced at your face over her shoulder. You saw the thought in her eyes before she could open her mouth, “I’ll be fine, mi cielita, it doesn’t hurt, it’s just precautionary.”

You knew there were eyes and phones on you, so you played it off friendly and disappeared off the field.

After getting the all-clear from physio, you walked to the locker room. It was quietly buzzing inside, everyone winding down in their own way. Some girls were chatting or sitting by themselves and scrolling through their phone, some were showering or listening to music and then… there were the gossips. Of course, it was all fun and games and only ever ended in fits of giggles. You had to admit that you often even enjoyed listening in or adding a comment or two of your own. All innocent amusement, of course.

You could hear them mutter amongst each other, but your ears perked the second you heard your girlfriend’s name enter their conversation.

“-at Misa? Did you see the way she was before the match?”

“With Jenni?”

“Yeah, but also before that?”

“Why?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look both so distraught and prickly at the same time.”

“It's Misa."

"Yeah but, did you really not see the pout on her face the entire time?”

“Uh, I’m sorry if I was busy making sure to warm up instead of diving headfirst into another injury.”

“You always miss out on these things-”

“-no, I don’t, because I have you three to keep me up to date, don’t I?”

“I’m pretty sure I know why she was like that though because when-”

You pretended to busy yourself by undressing, carefully placing your stuff in the cubby behind you. Their voices turned to a hushed whisper you could no longer hear from your side of the locker room, and when you looked up to see if they had perhaps stopped talking altogether, you saw four sets of eyes already on you.

They all quickly looked away, not realising you had caught their entire conversation, too. They went back to their whispers and glances but fell silent when Misa walked into the locker room.

Misa pulled her hair out of her bun, aimlessly threw her gloves in her cubby and forcefully started to tear the tape off her hands, not even wincing as it pulled at her flesh. You watched as they watched, Misa only adding substance to their gossiping with the moody frown on her face as she sat down, legs sticking out and head falling back against her locker. Her behaviour stuck out like a sore thumb after the match she had just played. There was no need to look this sullen after having stopped attempt after attempt from the Swedish side. They’d won. She hadn’t conceded a single goal, and it had not been out of lack of trying on the opposing side. It was obvious that something else was going on.

Their eyes flitted back to you, clearly seeing if you would act on it. It was as if Misa’s mind linked with theirs momentarily as her eyes found yours and she opened one of her arms, a silent request for you to keep her company.

“What’s wrong?” Alexia’s gentle voice wondered, stopping you in your tracks and making you readjust the straps of your sports bra to pretend you hadn’t just meant to walk over to Misa.

Misa looked up at her friend, shrugged, and kicked off her cleats.

“Well, that’s not reassuring,” Alexia sat down beside her, observing her quietly, “You’re being weird.”

Misa grumbled, “Weird how?”

“You haven’t said a word ever since leaving the locker room a few hours ago. And you’re brooding.” She added.

“I’m not-”

Alexia gave her a look, rose her eyebrows and signalled to Misa’s face, who immediately rubbed the frown off it and wiped the pout away.

You met Alexia’s eyes momentarily as your Capitana leaned in, whispering, “If you want to be lowkey about it… you’re doing an awful job so far, amiga.”

You felt their eyes on you and didn’t want to make things too obvious. So, you grabbed your toiletries and left for the showers, feeling one particular set of eyes burn in the back of your head as you walked away from her.

Misa walked in not long after, locking eyes with you as you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair. Her body moved behind the blurred glass panel between you.

“Misa?”

Her head popped around your panel before her name had so much rolled off your tongue, as if she had been desperately waiting for you to call out for her. You smiled and wiped the soapy foam across her eyebrows away before it could drip into her eyes.

You then leaned in, pinching her chin between thumb and finger to pull her closer, and planted a chaste kiss on her wet lips. Her hand immediately rested on the curve of your hip and she leaned in for another one. You felt her melt into it, deepening it, tongue colliding with yours in a sensual kiss. You both ignored how the risk was high that one of your teammates could walk in. You pulled back and snuck another quick kiss against her lips. You scrunched your nose, hand sliding to cup her cheek instead, “I really like you,” You winked playfully and gave her a soft slap against her cheek, then turned around to continue your shower routine.

Her eyes still watched as the water fell around you and onto your skin. The water pelting down, the steam and the smell of your lovely conditioner masking the entire room made the entire thing that more intoxicating.

“You’re waisting water, cielita.” You tutted.

She chuckled lowly at your tone before turning back to her shower.

Then, you heard knocking against the panel beside you and you watched as a heart appeared on the fogged panel. Next, an I and a U appeared on either sides of the heart. The adorable message immediately turned your insides to mush. With your relationship still fairly new, you were still in the giddy phase where lingering touches could make you blush. You were still discovering little things about her. Silly little things, like how it felt to have the weight of her hands on your hips and how that would make your heart beat faster, how the butterflies in your stomach would go insane when she looked at you in a way she hadn’t before, or when you learned something new that could make her smile. You hadn’t dared to tell her you loved her already, but with Misa continuing to make your heart do somersaults with gestures like these, you knew it was only a matter of time.

Patri and Claudia walked into the showers, sparing you only an acknowledging glance before doing their own thing. More teammates started to pile in after that.

You pulled a towel off the hook and wrapped it around you, cursing when you realised you hadn’t taken a smaller one with you for your hair, when a hand appeared, holding one out for you.

Misa.

“What about your hair?”

You heard the love in her voice as she chuckled, “I’ll be fine, it’s just water,”

“I have a spare one-” Salma offered you, but Misa appeared and pushed the towel against your chest, wanting you to accept hers.

You missed the way your teammates gave each other a look, or how they realised Misa had chosen the shower right next to yours when she’d had plenty of others to choose from before they had all walked in. They weren’t stupid. Some giggled, others playfully side-eyed each other or whispered something behind their hands.

“Wait- use one of my spare shirts then-” You pulled one out of your toiletry bag, “It’s microfibre.” You saw the puzzled look on Misa’s face as to why in the hell that would matter, “It’s better for your hair,” You merely shrugged, missing the soft smile she sent your way. Of course, you’d know such adorable things. It almost made her forget what she was trying to push to the back of her mind.

You sat in your assigned cubby, dressed in comfortable clothing and applying a fragrance when Misa walked towards her bag. She smiled cheekily before throwing on her clothes and motioning for you to come and sit with her— attempt number two. She opened her arms and slid down slightly, a clear invitation to sit on her lap. And so you did, arms wrapping around her neck as you watched her answer a quick text before her attention went back to you.

“What?”

You shook your head, “Nothing.”

“It’s never nothing when they say it's nothing,” She chuckled and you grinned along, liking how she finally seemed at ease again now that she had you in her arms.

“What’s this now? They?!”

She shrugged, waved a hand around, looking all smug, “Eh, you know.”

You played along, “I most certainly do not! Are there others?!”

She mumbled against your neck, inhaling the mixed scent of your body wash, shampoo and fragrance. Her voice was low, “Do you really want to know?”

“I don’t know. Do I?”

Misa’s teeth softly dig into the flesh of your collarbone, biting down very slowly to ease you into the pleasurable pain. She muttered against your skin, “I could tell you?” She looked up at you, her hand massaging the flesh of your thigh, “Or I could show you how you’re the only one for me?”

Before your cheeks could flush at her hooded eyes, a knock sounded on the door of the locker room. Then again a few seconds later, when no one had replied. The girls who hadn’t already left for the bus or to chat with family and friends after the match, were either still showering or all huddled up in front of the mirrors. So, you quickly jumped up from Misa’s lap, ignoring how she slapped your butt as you did.

Your head popped outside as you opened the door, eyes immediately brightening as you saw a freshly showered and snug looking Zećira standing there, backpack in one hand, a packet of cookies in the other.

“Sorry, but we don't buy at the door.”

“No buying, I come bearing gifts,” She laughed, noticing how you glanced behind you. You didn’t want to open the door fully now that some of the girls were changing, in case some staff walked by and peered inside. “We’ll come right out-”

She nodded in salute and stepped to the side as you closed the door. Misa immediately knew what this meant and dread filled her all over again.

“Love, there’s someone I really want you to meet.” You started gently, a reassuring smile to match as you offered your hand to her. You saw the gears in her head turning as she bit her lip, she was far away in thought and worries. Misa snapped out of it when you wiggled your fingers in front of her, “Trust me. Come on, babe.”

She let you pull her up and you immediately pulled her against you and into an embrace.

“You’re both really important to me and I’d love for you to know one another.” You muttered into her damp hair, and she melted at the mellowness of it.

Misa nodded and patted your back, a quiet plea to be let go of. No matter how much she enjoyed having you in her arms, she needed to prepare herself. And she could not do such a thing if she kept hearing her heartbeat thud in her ears, something that was entirely your doing. If what was about to happen would be anything like the swift encounter she’d already had with your friend, well, she needed to toughen up.

With her hand in yours, you stepped out into the hallway. Zećira pushed herself off the wall when she heard the door open and her eyes immediately flitted to Misa’s, who looked like a shy toddler with her hand in yours. Misa was aware of that, so she immediately straightened her back, realising that it had been a pathetic attempt at wanting to seem as tall as the woman in front of her. She felt you start to swing your intertwined hands between you and, even if she loved you for it, she hated how it wounded her tough act right now. Misa felt embarrassed about how she seriously doubted your judgement skills if you had ever decided to befriend this tall and brooding Scandi.

Zećira’s eyes narrowed, trying to gage the woman you had fallen for, trying to sense if she had to scare the living hell out of her or not. Misa answered her intense look the same way she’d done in the tunnel— her head tilting and her lips tightly pressed together. She rose an eyebrow as the goalie in front of her stuck out her hand and looked down at her, daring her to shake her hand. Misa’s hand immediately fell into Zećira’s, accepting the challenge, both women squeezing so hard that their knuckles turned white.

“Good game,” Zećira nodded, like the good sport she was.

“Good game,” Misa repeated, feeling pathetic how her brain hadn’t been able to come up with something better on the spot.

“I’m Zećira,” Your friend smiled a tightlipped smile, squeezing Misa’s hand even tighter.

“Oh, I’ve heard,” Misa rose an eyebrow, having to fight the urge to look at her with disdain, “Misa.”

Your girlfriend immediately wound her arm around you the second she let go of the handshake, making it known that the two of them were only shaking hands because she was your girlfriend.

It was then when you realised why Misa had been so quiet all along... acting so off. She was jealous. You looked at her in another light then, noticed the tension in her face, the fire in her eyes. Your heartbeat quickened at the realisation that she had to like you a lot in order for her to grow this jealous. It worked you up, you shamefully admitted. If only she knew she didn't need to worry for even a second that you wouldn't be hers. You took the slightest step closer against Misa, hoping it would make it clear to her that you longed to be around her, no matter how much you loved your friend.

You felt dizzy the way your eyes had followed the two women and their display of dominance, like a damn tennis match. They stared at each other for an agonising beat, and you were about to get into your role as mediator when Zećira suddenly let out a chuckle. A genuine one, not a sarcastic or hostile one. She started grinning then, and her twinkling eyes of amusement took in the incredulous questioning look on your face.

“I almost had you there, didn’t I?” She directed at Misa, who looked just as taken back. Then she turned to you, "She didn't falter for even one second, I like her!"

Zećira continued, as if she hadn't just given the women in front of her major whiplash, “Well, I didn’t bring enough cookies for three… especially not with her appetite, but we’ll divide equally." She pried open the container, "We just have to keep an eye on that one so she won't eat the entire thing herself,” She smiled at your girlfriend as if she’d known her for weeks already, and you shook your head, snapping out of it.

You cleared your throat, feeling yourself relax again now that you realised Zeći's demeanour had been an act to see how Misa would react, “How generous of you. Do I have to get Johanna test these for me or can I trust that you haven’t put salt instead of sugar in them just to spite me?”

Zećira’s laugh echoed across the walls, remembering that one time she had done that. On accident though, even if she still didn't have you entirely convinced. She shook the box with cookies, knowing you would want to dive in right away. Then, she turned to Misa, “I promise they’re really good. They’re... caramelly… don’t you guys like that? Dulce... something-something?”

“Dulce de leche?” You wondered, watching as your friend snapped her fingers in eureka, “How stereotypical of you. And that’s originally South-American, idiot.”

“Hey, I’m trying!”

She was right, you had to give it to her. Which reminded you…

You quickly nudged Misa, who cleared her throat and grabbed a cookie, muttering a silent thank you. She had quietly watched the entire encounter turn a 180, and she was still trying to wrap her head around it all. She continued to stare at Zećira before finally looking at you, feeling the way you immediately clung to her as soon as you could. Then she looked back toward Zećira. There were zero signs of malice, resentment, bitterness or jealousy in the now kind eyes of your friend as she watched the two of you all loved up. The entire turn of events had alienated Misa and made her think that it was simply an act Zećira was upholding for your sake, but Misa saw the sincerity in which the Swede carried herself around you two as she ushered you to the seats in the hallway.

Your girlfriend grinned bashfully when you planted a kiss on her lips before grabbing a cookie of your own, diving in right after. You groaned at the taste, having missed her Kafferep surprises.

“No salt,” Misa put her thumb up after taking a bite, finally loosening up when she realised the coast was clear and that the threat she thought she had to deal with had passed. Or better yet, hadn't been there to begin with.

You grinned up at your girlfriend, happy how she was starting to warm up to your friend and joining in on the banter. You knew she had the best dry banter anyway, it was part of her charm and how she’d captured your attention.

You attentively brushed some crumbs from Misa’s t-shirt, hand falling to hers right after. Zećira’s expression softened as she watched the ease and comfort of which you acted around each other, “So, you’re the lucky one who’s finally got her wrapped around someone's finger, huh?”

Misa turned to you, face finally breaking out into a wide grin. She hated how she had doubted your relationship for even a second, but she wholly blamed it on the fact that it was just so good, that it simply seemed too good to be true. But it wasn't. Life could be harsh, but sometimes, it could give you the most wonderful presents at the most random moments.

She realised it then as she looked right into your eyes, "I am the lucky one, indeed.”

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songs:

she calls me daddy - king mala

kiss or kill - stela cole

the less i know the better - tame impala

people i don't like - upsahl

#misa rodriguez x reader #woso x reader #zecira musovic x reader #woso imagine

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starfelina · 1 year

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messalina asteroid (545)

tw : contains mentions of s*x

messalina asteroid in general can indicate:

sex appeal , manipulating others through s*x , seducing others. it can also indicate a high libido (iykyk, sometimes a bit too high)

messalina in aries

messalina in the sign of aries is a wild & free messalina. these people will most likely have a high libido. they are definitely not afraid to use their body & the way they look to tempt others (or to even destroy others tbh, they can sometimes seek revenge like scorpio). their blood is pumping so they might be open to try new things sexually. they can manipulate others through sex to get what they want. they tend to have a pretty face & an athletic body.

messalina in taurus

messalina in taurus people can use their sexuality for material gains. that doesn't mean that they're prostit*tes though. they are the kind of person who will use their body for their benefit, like you have me yes but buy me this and that and give me all the comfort.kind of sugar baby vibes. they can have a high s*x drive but only if they feel like it. this placement can also indicate a seductive voice that these people can use to sexually tempt others. they can also be really good at giving oral.

messalina in gemini

messalina in gemini people are smart when using their sexuality to tempt others. they don't only know how to use their body, but they also know how to communicate seductively as well. they can be good at dirty talking to the point that it drives their victims crazy. gemini rules the hands, so these natives may have very attractive hands. they can use their hands to seduce others or to please themselves (hand jobs & massages for example). they can manipulate others through s*x to learn things from them.

messalina in cancer

messalina in cancer people are really sweet & seductive at the same time. they sexually tempt others by being cute. they can use puppy eyes or pretend to be a damsel in distress to achieve that. dont let the puppy eyes fool you! they are sirens deep inside & they can manipulate you in order to get you to their side or to protect them in general. they can be submissive but do not underestimate their s*x drive! they can be quite kinky. also, as cancer rules over the breasts...they can use them to seduce others.

messalina in leo

messalina in leo natives are confident & proud about their bodies and their sex appeal and they show it. they can use their confidence and "queen behavior" to tempt others sexually. they present themselves as a prize to their sexual partners. honestly, I think that cleopatra had this placement. she used to make a whole theatrical show of presenting herself as aphrodite to get her partner in the mood. messalina leo people can be fiery and have an intense sexual drive. also, leo rules the back so these natives may have a really beautiful back. the use their powers in seduction to get people obsessed with them, like to see them as gods.

messalina in virgo

messalina in virgo natives can give off a pure vibe. this is definitely not the most sexually seductive placement at first, neither are they obsessed with the idea of having *it* unless other placements indicate the opposite. (if that happens they might have a virginity kink if that exists idk? like taking or letting others take their v card.) HOWEVER, they shouldn't be underestimated. one really good thing about them physically is that they tend to have an attractive abdomen? yes. so they look extra good with clothes that show skin in that area + they can use that to tempt others for their benefit. the mainly seek material benefit when manipulating others through s*x.

messalina in libra

people with messalina in libra use their charm to lure others. they are usually very charming and attractive. they can be quite kinky. like their fellow venusians, libras can use their body & sex appeal in exchange of material things & princess treatment. the "key" of their whole appearance can be their really attractive butt that tempts others & messalina in libra people use it as their advantage.

messalina in scorpio

now, messalina is already a really erotic asteroid but messalina in scorpio is something else. these people ooze sex appeal. they have a really high libido, one of the highest if not the highest. they are also very kinky. however they are really smart too. they can use their sexuality not just to seduce others but with a intention to destroy them and take revenge. this is a very femme fatale placement imo. they are also very mysterious and that makes people more and more haunted by them. scorpio rules the sexual organs, so these people can use sex at its finest to seduce others and get what they want. now this is not true for everyone, but if other placements contribute too, some people with this placement can be nymphomaniacs.

messalina in saggitarius

messalina in saggitarius natives have an immense sex appeal & a high libido. they seduce others with their knowledge & physically they have really beautiful bodies, they tend to look athletic + they have a very beautiful waist & nice thighs that seduces others even more, like they make people fantasize just by looking at their pretty waist. they also tend to have an exotic type of beauty. they can manipulate others with s*x but they are not that manipulative compared to other messalina placements imo. just don't get them mad at you.

messalina in capricorn

people with messalina in capricorn can use their sexual power to gain success & even fame. they have a REALLY high libido (& they're very freaky too but they don't show it lmao). they won't have s*x with everyone, they have extremy high standards. but when they want to seduce someone.. well, they can be really good at that. they can use their beautiful smile, as capricorn rules teeth & people can find their legs really attractive perhaps? yes. they will use that too to sexually turn somebody & get what they want from them.

messalina in aquarius

a person with this placement is very unique and free spirited. they have unique ideas about sex & the sexual nature of people, unique way of luring people, they just like to be themselves. they have other-worldly kind of beauty and sex appeal, like they're not real. they can be open to try new things sexually. their most attractive body part is the ankles so they can use that to seduce people. not THAT manipulative, however they can use their sexual power to do that, if they want.

messalina in pisces

messalina in pisces people have a dreamy yet siren like appearance. they can use that + the fact that they most likely have really attractive feet (ik sounds weird rn but it's true) & people are going to seduced by them for that and they be asking for more. they might be good at giving foot jobs ? idk. they will also activate their "vulnerable mode" on purpose to get what they want. the can be master manipulators and drive others crazy through their sexual power even if they look cute and subtle. dont let them fool you.

xoxo, feliné

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itadorey · 6 months

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☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐕𝐒. 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒

summary: would jjk characters win in a fight against the teletubbies? featuring: fushiguro megumi, itadori yuuji, kugisaki nobara, & gojo satoru genre: humor, hcs wc: ~750 notes: this is a repost

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 ੈ♡˳·˖✶

↬ fuck. no. when have you ever seen this mf win a fight? he gets his shit wrecked every episode. selene, if you’re reading this, i’m sorry but no. not even his shikigami can save him from the terror that is a teletubby. he’s strong, no doubt about that, but he doesn’t stand a chance. you thought todo fucked his shit up? the state he left him in is nothing compared to what the teletubby did. nobara will not let him live it down, and neither will gojo. but can you blame him? teletubbies are tall and low key scarier than the curses he’s faced. he definitely underestimated his opponent, and that was his downfall. the fight was over before it began, and the teletubby had no mercy whatsoever. he cannot look any of the teletubbies in the eyes afterwards. he can't look you in the eye either bc you keep teasing him.

the teletubby he fought: dipsy. he made sure megumi’s losing streak continued. definitely smacked the sorcerer with his hat.

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈 *·˚ ༘♡

↬ he wins. it’s a pretty steady fight without yuuji using his cursed energy. the teletubby is impressed with his speed and strength and even though the battle drags on, he graciously admits defeat (and no, it’s not bc he’s scared of what the pink-haired boy can really do). they become friends afterwards, because yuuji just has that talent, and they even go out for sushi together and bring you along. megumi is kind of jealous that yuuji was able to win so easily, and he hates the fact that the teletubby giggles every time it sees him bc it knows he lost his fight. yuuji somehow becomes friends with the rest of the teletubbies and honestly, they’re a pretty solid friend group. they don’t think he’s all that strong because he looks so sweet and innocent, but the original teletubby he fought shudders and tells them not to try their luck. he knows yuuji wasn’t at full strength and he fears his true power.

the teletubby he fought: laa-laa. they hit it off pretty well and sometimes sing together.

𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 ࿐ ˚ . ✦

↬ yes! and it’s probably the funniest fight out of the four. she trash talks her opponent, and she has the ability to understand the teletubby language so she gets offended when it responds in kind. she’s so close to using her hammer and nails to attack, but gojo and megumi hold her back and confiscate her weapons. the teletubby knows just what to say to rile her up. it’s a dirty fight. the teletubby pulls her hair but she’s a bad bitch so she doesn’t flinch. in return, she goes feral, pulls the teletubby’s antenna, and kicks it in the legs. she wins, no doubt. she feels kind of bad afterwards but it’s honestly the teletubby’s fault for starting the fight. whenever they bump into each other (bc remember yuuji is friends with them) a fight always breaks out and you have the teletubby and nobara trash talking as they’re dragged away from each other. not gonna lie, even you and gojo were a little unsettled by her raw anger in the fight.

the teletubby she fought: po. she tried to defend herself with her scooter but nobara broke it :/

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ༊*·˚

↬ yes. he shows absolutely no mercy. gojo may be a cocky, arrogant bastard, but he has proven that he is indeed the most powerful sorcerer to exist. he’s giggling the entire fight, thinking about you and all the sweets that he can buy when he finishes his opponent off. this is the first time the teletubby feels fear, and he finds that he doesn’t stand a chance against the blindfolded man. remember how easily gojo defeated jogo? yeah the teletubby is a bit harder to deal with but it’s a piece of cake. he’s beaten up and exhausted by the end of the fight and gojo? he’s in pristine condition. in fact, he might even look better than he did at the beginning of it. there’s something wrong about beating up a well known children’s show character though, so gojo makes the effort to bring it along on his sweet-shopping adventure. the teletubby is wary of anything gojo gives him and wonders how this now-smiling dumbass is the same sorcerer that beat its ass.

the teletubby he fought: tinky-winky. the oldest and tallest of the teletubbies got utterly wrecked by our smug little shit of a sorcerer.

reblogs are appreciated <3 ty for reading!!

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #nobara x reader #megumi x reader #yuuji x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo headcanons #gojo hcs #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #fushiguro x reader #kugisaki x reader #itadori x reader #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

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1000sunnygo · 5 months

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One Piece Academy chapter 40: Cora san part 2 (Quick translation)

source | part 1 | index

Sanji: Huh..? Aren't you...?

Luffy: Who?

Nami: Luffy! We've just seen this guy in a photo a while ago!

He's Corazon!!

Cora: Guh..!

*tap tap*

Nami: Ah, he's running!

*wham*

Nami: Ah, he fell ;;

Cora: Law, what's the meaning of this? How did this place get busted?!

Law: I'm in a state of shock myself... I swear I wasn't being tailed by anyone.

You guys, how did you...?

Robin: Underestimated our skill of gaining intel, haven't you?

Sanji: You did a good job hiding your tracks, but...

[flashback]

Luffy: Traffy... he's totally gone, huh.

Bart: Ah, Luffy senpai! It's been a while beh!

Luffy: Oh? Isn't that Romeo!

Do y'all know Traffy's place?

Bart: Naa I don't.. Gambia, do you?

Gambia: I dunno. Lemme ask my granma at home.

Gambia: Helloo, granma! Do you know where Trafalgar Law lives?.. Hmm, hmm... oh?

*pulls up a map*

Gambia: She says he lives here! Even gave us details on how to enter!

Bart: Granma really has all the wisdom beh~!

Luffy: COOL!! Thanks!!

Cora: THIS IS WAYY BEYOND THE REALM OF WISDOM THOUGH!!

Usopp: She also said, "if you're worried about the doorknob's prickly static shock, just touch the wall with your palm first."

Law: So she shared some real wisdom too? That damned Bartolomeo!

Zoro: A man believed to be missing is here, 'hiding' so nobody can find him - so it seems.

Corazon:...!

Since I got busted already, I guess there's no going back.

*cracks knuckles*

I'll make sure to make you feel at home.

Coby: Woah!

Law: DON'T START A RICEBALL PARTY!!

Luffy: What flavor is that one, Corao?

Cora: That's umeboshi! Law hates it.

Law: Cora san... ;

Cora: It's okay, Law..

Cora: After all, the only visitors we get in this home far from the town are Bepo and team. And that's just Law's pals.

Law: They're... not exactly pals...

Cora: That said, it's not like someone is expected to live here. The entrance is far down some secret underground passage. We buy our groceries from the neighboring Swallow city.

*clang*

Nami: Why all these secrecy?

Coby: Where are you going?

Cora: Follow me! I'll show you.

Luffy: Traffy's place seems fun!

Law: Make sure not to ravage it.

Cora: This is.. The Doflamingo countermeasure Headquarters.

Nami: The Doflamingo countermeasure Headquarters?

Luffy: That's a lot of Mingo!

Cora: You get the gist of a secret opposing faction, don't you?

In short, we call it "Vs Doff.." "Quarters.." well, something.

And not just Doflamingo, we collect information about the Family executives.. Even about the Onigashima middle school.

I investigate here everyday.. *tapping some keys*

And think of countermeasures.

Coby: YOU JUST SHUT IT DOWN!

Cora: Crap, I blew it up again...

Nami: Cora chan, might you be a bit clumsy?

Cora: I have always been a clutz. It doesn't get better.

Vivi: We know that Doflamingo is a bad guy who needs to be stopped.. But do you, as his brother, have any specific reason for your action?

Cora: As his younger brother, my goal is...to prevent my older brother Doffy from falling into the dark world.

Brook: Dark..

Chopper:... World?

Cora: Do you know what they call Doffy in the town?

Coby : I'm pretty sure it's Joker, "The Town's Charisma"....

Cora: He's a regular hot topic among young admirers, my brother's got that talent in him. But..

He's being approached by the people from the dark world - meaning the Bad adults, as they observed those qualities.

To be honest, brother does have the predisposition and ideas for 'evil.' He's already a bad guy, you can't call him good even as a flattery.

Zoro: Will he remain as the Town's Charisma, or become a Charismatic Evil?

If it's the latter, that'd be way more serious that being just a bad, flawed person...

CONTINUES IN REBLOG ⬇️

#one piece academy #one piece gakuen #one piece #donquixote rosinante #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote corazon #trafalgar d. water law #one piece luffy #monkey d. luffy #one piece translations #one piece bartolomeo #one piece manga #trafalgar law

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bxllamiizu · 5 months

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A/N: Mizu x Latina!reader 🤭 (enjoy mis amores)

Let’s keep it real, we either wanna BE mizu or be WITH Mizu. Both of course, if you’re sane. She just seems to be a pro at.. everything, girlie doesn’t even seem fazed or just may be oblivious to how much skill she carries herself, and the overwhelmingly amount of people that admire the woman. But if there’s one thing she literally has a difficult time learning.. is her lover’s native language, well, that’s what you think

“Let’s try this.. again, amor”, you sigh frustrated, sitting crisscrossed in front of your girlfriend, who immediately lets out a long groan as she gets herself comfortable by laying down on the carpeted floor of your bedroom and resting her head on your lap, this spanish lesson clearly has drained her of all energy.. considering you’ve been trying (key word: trying) to teach her a few sentences for two fucking hours

In order to really connect with your folks and comfortably converse with them at family gatherings. You remember the day where, out of nowhere, your lover cutely asked for your help to teach her the beautiful language you were raised to speak in. And who were you to resist her faint pout and gleaming blue eyes?Over time, Mizu had gotten accustomed to the spanish alphabet, sentences, cute nicknames for each other, and even cuss words of course. Safe to say, that was the least of your problems, considering how much of a fast learner she’s proven to be so far… But dios mío does the blue eyed woman lack at her pronunciation, not bad enough for you to wanna throw a fucking chancla at her head, but where you believe she can do better

“Difícil”, she mumbles quietly, though you can’t help but think her low voice sounds fucking sexy speaking your mother tongue, you’re quick to snap out of your “not so dirty” thoughts as you catch the slightest thick accent in her voice. You chuckle as you run your fingers through her long, silky dark hair, making her hum in delight

“Dilo en una oración completa, corazón”, you say with a slight warning tone, immediately halting your soothing touch through her hair, making her sigh loudly

“Porqué mami?” She whines softly, oh fuck- she knows how weak that nickname gets you, how quick the accent makes your heart race and legs turn into jelly. Thank god you were sitting down though, other wise you would’ve collapsed on the spot and evaporate out of existence

“Buen intento pero eso no va a funcionar conmigo” you say teasingly, suddenly Mizu grows silent but then quietly chuckles in amusement after a sudden moment of silence. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as she sits up off you. Now facing her slightly confused girlfriend, she tauntingly crawls herself closer to you as your movements stiffen, keeping you paralyzed in a crisscross position, while her eyes stay locked with yours, pulling you in a pleasurable trance, one you didn’t wanna snap out of. You then feel her breath tickle your ear, goosebumps expanding all over your body

“Te ves tan linda haciendo todo lo posible para enseñarme”

Wait- what the fuck-

“Crees que puedes esforzarte más y enseñarme?”, you feel her smirk on your soft skin as she leaves a small peck on your neck, your breath is then quick to hitch

Okay maybe you underestimated her quick learning a bit too much, not realizing sooner how she took it upon herself (literally made it her life’s mission) to study spanish in her own time, but still wanting to see her pretty lover in teacher/serious mode, making sure to surprise you once again with how quick she can learn… literally anything

A/N: Blah blah blah then y’all fuck all night while Mizu showers her pretty (fucked out) princess with praises and maybe degrades you too in your native language

#mizu #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai #mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai imagine #blue eye samurai mizu #imagine #fanfic #blue eye samurai fanfic #mizu fanfic

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First Years with Ash’s Pokemon

Headcanons of the TWST boys with Ash’s Pokemon: First Years Edition!

Sorry they're kind of short, hope you all enjoy!

Ace- Gliscor

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?!?

vampire-bat scorpion thing :/

Ace is completely confused about Gliscor, and is also low key terrified

I mean, the way the met, Gliscor literally swooped in and picked Ace up and into the air

so while Ash and Gliscor are laughing their butts off, Ace is up in the air, scarred for life

also doesn't help when Ash explains the dex entry about how silent and deadly Gliscor is

let him down!

Ash sorta starts to take pity on him and makes Gliscor put him down, but now whenever Ace shows up, Gliscor will always be there to swoop him into a 'hug'

spare him pls (lmao no)

Deuce- Sceptile

as Sceptile stared at the poor boy, there was only one thought in his head

SO COOL!!!

meanwhile, Sceptile's looking at him like "who's this weird lost child?"

"the one that destroyed the chandelier"

"a h"

Takes a while, but Deuce manages to just barely get Sceptile to warm up to him

the two then have this weird truce, mainly because Sceptile kind of likes him if he ignores the dumbassery

totally has the same "talk shit, get hit" vibes Deuce gets, so there's a sort of unity the two gain when protecting Ash/when they just generally get pissed off

Deuce watches Sceptile use his moves and he's awestruck, lmao

"No Deuce, you can't learn Leaf Blade..." -Ash Ketchum

Sceptile sorta just keeps to himself for the most part though

they can actually coexist in the same room unlike Ace and every single one of Ash's pokemon lmao

Jack- Lycanroc

a wolf, with rocks in it???

doesn’t it hurt?

and he gets his answer when Lycanroc loses its mind when he tries to pet it

"yeah, don't do that, Lycanroc hates it when people or pokemon mess up his fur"

"oh NOW you tell me" meanwhile he's got a rock painfully poking his side

Ash explains how Lycanroc actually went on full rampages whenever he got dirty, and Jack is glad he didn't get an Accelrock to the face

it takes a bit, but Lycanroc does warm up to Jack more than the rest of Ash's pokemon, mainly because wolf solidarity

if Ash is hanging out with Jack, then you best believe that Lycanroc is close by

Epel- Gible

a baby?

A DRAGON BABY!?

watched the baby pull a draco meteor and epel regrets underestimating him

is lowkey concerned when Gible just begins chewing on Ash's head, but she acts like she doesn't feel it, so he sorta just stands there

out of all of Ash's Pokemon, Gible is one of the few to warm up to the guys quite quickly

Gible bites epel too jbksjahjds

Vil, upon seeing the marks, has a heart attack lmao

but in all seriousness, Gible actually really likes Gible, and the dragon is growing on Epel, so if he ever does get bit again, he literally just shrugs it off

it's how Gible shows his affection, VIL

Ortho- Krookodile

this is probably the weirdest pairing

saw Krookodile and thought he was the coolest ever, especially with his sunglasses

enjoys watching Krookodile train with all of Ash's other strong/fully evolved pokemon, especially since he can record data for himself later

with such a wide movepool (knowing Dragon Claw, Aerial Ace, Dig, and Stone Edge) Ortho is in awe

100% the two would power up a death laser/Stone Edge in an attempt to destroy the school together

the amount of pictures he has with Krookodile is astounding, Idia is lowkey jealous

his personal fave is of him with Krookodile and they both have sunglasses on, looking cool

Sebek- Sirfetch’d

A BATTLE OF KNIGHTS

Sirfetch’d does not like Sebek one bit XD

Sebek is too loud for Sirfetch'd, and he insults their trainer any chance he gets

HOW DARE-

i wouldn't be surprised if Sirfetch'd has attacked Sebek on multiple occasions lol

even then, i'm pretty sure Sebek takes it as a challenge and tries to fight back, despite Ash's warnings

every time he gets his ass kicked though, he blames Ash for it, and at one point, homegirl just picks him up and tosses him across the yard

Sirfetch'd is laughing and Sebek would be lying if he said he wasn't scared (because he was)

girl can carry and throw a tree, idk why he wasn't scared before dwbjsksm

slowly learns to respect Ash and her ability to keep up with her Pokemon

grows to tolerate Sirfetch'd, and same is said for the 'mon

but the tensions is definitely still there lmao

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cowgirlcherrie · 10 months

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after the storm. ⚡︎ florist! abby drabble

╰ * a/n: no plot for this either but rather a spin off on my headcanons ! just a little treat for my patient babis who were waiting for more ♡ in simple words this is about happy accidents. . .

song(s) — after the storm. kali uchis & tyler the creator , falling in love. laufey

3:40pm new york.

Abby didn’t do love.

Although it would be nice and she yearned for it. She wished with the very small penny that she would find in her sage dickies, somewhere blanketed with an old mint gum wrapper and her brown leather wallet in her pocket. Tossing her very last penny into the Washington Square Park fountain wishing for a lover as considerate or even more than her. One to build flowers for and be her muse.

One to make stockings with around the holidays where she would plant mistletoe around the house, using it as an excuse to merge lips with her lover; and to make floral centerpieces for the family dinners.

Was it too much to ask for?

Abby felt like a late-bloomed flower in comparison to her peers. They were going to wine and dining events with their partners, fancy yachts in the summer, and getting engaged. Everyone was falling in love around her whilst she fell behind and was tormented into watching.

On this typical, almost mundane Saturday, the rain flooded down the crevices of the tall buildings hugging the wood and brick of the apartments and offices. Golden Canary taxis beeping as passengers let out screeches rushing to the nearest hut under the rain. Abby stood frozen in her floral shop. Figure in front of the window pane, as she let out cracked whistles through her dry lips, hands in her pockets. The jingling of her keys almost matched the sound of how hard the rain came down. Rocking on her toes, to and fro. Abby being alone for the evening took a number. It was vacant around the shop, the smell of roses, chrysanthemums, and daisies merged together itching at her senses — she could feel a faint sneeze drifting up her nostrils from the dust in the vents.

She liked the glass windows. Largely panned giving everyone a wide view into the small business, including herself who had gotten nosy at strangers on the concrete. She admired the different people that she would see. The couple where the girlfriend would beg her partner to buy them a bouquet or a rose; The children dug in the crates begging their parental figure for dandelions to make wishes. It was all too pure for Abby, making her heartache at how the flowers brought unity to everyone around her. It was innocent, lovely and made her love her job even more.

Abby itched at the nape of her neck, swinging her braid to the back as she bolted outside in a hurry to bring the cart of flowers inside as the wind picked up; business was dying down now that people seek shelter instead of enjoying nature. Abby stuck her left foot out kicking the wooden stopper in the door, door chimes ringing as her hands gripped the cart of the flower display.

Abby underestimated the rain, her body was instantly covered in droplets her black t-shirt clinging to her chest almost becoming uniform with her skin. Providing a roughed, sloppy kiss to every curve and outline of her tender body. Abby let out grunts as she pushed the cart inside having to do it all alone until she heard footsteps. Not slow ones, but rather rapid, almost like the sound of the motorcycles against the pavement, bikers revving up at the stoplight.

You were in a hurry, and it seemed as though the day couldn’t get any worse. You wanted to cry and bawl up into your bed, holding the sheets so tightly as sobs flowed through you as the serotonin in your body decreased. Tears weld up in your eyes as you run through the city streets, an oversized blazer above your head with some distance as you used it to shield you from the rain. Why me? – you would cry out, thick lashes sticking to the sunken skin of your eyelids as your face grew puffier in tears. That was all you wanted to do. But naturally, you couldn’t find a way to win. Not only was it raining, wet wind smacking your face, but you were going to miss your train because you weren’t moving fast enough. You were through for the evening. Briefly, your running slowed down in front of a flower shop catching your breath, heaving as your hands lowered letting the rain wash over you like a fresh cold shower.

You lost.

And to confirm it, a black Sudan drove by; hitting a pothole, splashing murky rainwater onto your work outfit leaving you drenched and soaked furthermore. Blinking rapidly, a loud gasp echoed behind you, followed by a falling ceramic flowerpot that collided with beige concrete, the sound echoing like an ice machine. Making your head snap to your left seeing a just-as-wet figure, cursing under her breath as her hands gripped the edges of the table.

She seemed just as stressed as you were. Considering the flower pot on the floor with dirt smeared and washing away into the city drains like mascara on a wet face made you wince. Picking up the still intact flowers surrounded by the broken glass.

She looked like she could use some help.

“Hey!” you shouted, but your voice was low compared to the rain that was drowning you out, the girl didn’t answer steadily pushing the cart in between the long rectangular door. “HEY!”

She stopped moving the cart, lifting her eyes up from the cart in front of her. Her lashes were long – her face free of any makeup, a light dusting of rose across each cheek, contoured and sculpted edges, giving her a bronzy look under the summer solstice. It didn’t help that the rain was making it hard to see turning your vision into endless mush. The flowers behind her almost popped out and came to life…full bloom and kissable touch. You were stuck, still breathing…but heavily of course; you zoned out somewhere lost in her ocean of eyes, before snapping out of it at the sound of someone’s car alarm going off on the street.

her tattoos and soft face almost mocking each other at her inquires as a floral shop owner.

Everything got louder almost amplified. Obnoxious noises match your heartbeat. Her lips were parted as she eyed your wet figure up and down.

“Let me help!” the both of you shouted at the same time. Followed by sweet sweet laughter amidst the rain.

“No, seriously let me help” This time the woman in front of you was whispering, almost merging voices with the pellets of rain hitting the metal of the table. Blonde hair sticking to the sides of her face.

There was a silent agreement. You put the jacket you were using as an umbrella back on your arms, followed by locking your purse over your shoulder as you reached to the other end across from Abby lifting up the table with the count of 3. The two of you carry the table back inside, this time no spills.

You weren’t sure why but she was like a breath of fresh air, beautiful and in her own world almost as if the heavens planted her there for you to see. It was purely an accident that you stopped in front of the flower shop. Hell, you could have chosen Mimi’s Bakery or that’s vintage! Threading and clothing warehouse but your body chose Lovestrung Florals. How glad you were that you did, new feelings brewing inside of you as your brain struggled to find the right words.

The broken flower pot remained, in unity with the concrete hugging each and every crevice of the holes in between the rocks. Going unnoticed by both you and Abby as the two of you worked together, not even catching the single cream-colored rose that was deteriorating under the harsh application of rain. Drowning in water as the petals peeled off and ran down the sidewalk into the city drains, tainted with dark mud; changing like the seasons. The sun begun to peak out embedded through the grey clouds casting a bright glow haze on the busy Soho streets.

“Now let's get you inside, don’t need your beautiful self getting sick now do we?”

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I need more of Rabbit Hole please please please 🙏 🙏 🙏

Authors note: Your wish shall be my command. I hope you like the little twist, I don't know what came over me 😂

Olivia Benson stood in your empty hospital room and let her gaze wander around it. The silence was deafening as she tried to find any clue that could help her find you and bring you back to her. She knew she had no time to waste - you were in far too much danger, and it was her duty as a captain and your friend to save you.

With a determined look, Olivia began to systematically search the room. She opened drawers, checked closets, and inspected every inch of the room, looking for anything that might give her clues to your whereabouts. But the more she searched, the more it became clear to her that this escape couldn't have just happened spontaneously.

There were no signs that you had acted alone. The way you left the hospital without telling her suggested that you must have had help leaving. But who would be interested in supporting you? Who would have a motive to hide you from Olivia, the other team members and investigators?

Olivia sighed in frustration as she asked herself these questions. It was obvious that she needed more information to solve these mysteries. But where should she start? Who could help her shed light on the darkness other than her and Elliot's team?

Suddenly her eyes fell on the pillow, which had something sticking out of its cover and zipper that didn't seem to belong there. Heart pounding, Olivia walked up to it and pulled it out. The finely folded, yellow note was opened and a handwritten message was discovered that immediately caught her eye. Below there was an unknown number.

"They'll never find you. Trust me, I know how to disappear. - A friend,"

A friend? Who could that be? Olivia looked at the message skeptically. There were few people you would consider a friend, and none of them seemed to have a motive to hide you from the police. From her own team. From Olivia. It had to be someone else, someone Olivia didn't know or underestimated.

She suddenly realized that she couldn't limit her search to just the obvious suspects. There was someone out there who helped you go into hiding, and she had to find out who it was in order to take you into custody and protect you on her own.

With a firm resolve in her heart and a hint of anger, she put the note in her pocket and left the hospital room. Her mind was spinning wildly as she wondered who could be behind your escape. But one thing was certain: she would not allow someone for whom she had deep feelings and sought protection to fall into the hands of a violent persecutor once more and the news had given her a new perspective, even though she knew that alone wasn't enough to find out the truth. With quick steps she made her way to her car that would bring her back to the precinct, where she could retreat in her office to think about her next steps.

On the way, she took out her cell phone and dialed her sergeant's number, her long-time partner and friend. He was an experienced detective. He was the best when it came to helping her, and now she needed it more than ever. The phone rang twice before Finn answered.

"Finn, I need you," Olivia said without further ado. "Y/n escaped from the hospital and I believe she got help. Request all the video recordings from the last week, especially the ward where y/n was in and the entrance, and go through them with Kat,“

"Of course, Liv, I'm on my way to speak to her doctors and nursing staff." he answered immediately and Olivia could hear the promise in his voice, but she also knew that Finn knew how serious the situation was regarding of you.

"Keep me updated if you discover anything new. I'm heading back to the precinct." With those words she hung up and continued on her way, her thoughts swirling around the message and the phone number on the note. Who was this "friend" who helped you escape? And why? The answers to these questions would be the key to finding you and protecting you from further harm.

When she reached her office, Olivia closed the door behind her and took a moment to breathe in deeply while collecting her thoughts. Then she sat down at her desk, starting to spread the piece of paper out in front of her and studied the note, hoping to find anything in the handwriting that might help her identify the mysterious friend. There had to be someone close to you, someone who knew how to hide and who had an interest in protecting you.

But the answers seemed to slip through her fingers. She couldn't make a connection between you and any suspect who would have had a motive to hide you. It was frustrating and discouraging, but Olivia didn't let it stop her.

As her thoughts wandered, her eyes fell on a photo that was on her desk. It was a picture of you and her, taken at the brunettes police graduation a few months prior. Olivia stared at the picture and a thoughts flashed through her mind.

"No this can not be." She whispered, but the thought didn't leave her. It was unlikely, but not impossible. What if you were helped to escape because you knew someone who was a police officer or another detective? Someone who had access to sensitive information and various ways to disappear?

Olivia shook her head to dispel the ridiculous idea. It couldn't be someone from her own ranks. But the thought wouldn't let her go. She had to find out if there was a connection between you and a police officer. If there was probably even someone on the hospital video footage. It was a risky hypothesis, but she felt like she was on the right track.

With a sigh, she stood up and prepared to continue her search for answers, walking back outside to task Amanda with tracking the number on the piece of paper and your phone, finding out who it belonged to and where you were. Olivia wouldn't rest until you were back with her, and she wouldn't let anyone stop her. It was a vow of revenge, and she would keep it, no matter the cost.

ᕚ---ᕘ

You stumbled through the crowded city streets, your heart pounding wildly in your chest while every step was accompanied by a sharp pain that emanated from your side, where the deep but already stitched wound had become infected after the procedure. You were breathing heavily, your lungs burning with exertion and pain. Your steps were hurried and uncoordinated as you tried to orient yourself and find a safe place. The people of the city whirled past you, the sound of the crowd ringing in your ears. But despite the hustle and bustle around you, you felt lonely, lost and afraid.

With every step you took, the fear inside you grew. You were alone, hurt, and on the run from a man who would stop at nothing to find you. Every movement and push made you flinch as you tried to hide from your ex-husband's eyes.

The streets of Manhattan were a maze of alleys and deserted squares, and you felt like a rat in a trap. You didn't know where to go. Your head was spinning with fear and panic, and you forced yourself to stay calm even though your mind was wandering.

Suddenly a thought flashed into your mind - the note with the number that a nurse at the hospital had passed to you from someone who could help you. With shaking hands, you fumbled for your gym bag and searched for your cell phone, which you had turned off to avoid being located.

"They'll never find you. Trust me, I know how to disappear. - A friend," you went over the sentence you had memorized for the hundred time this week. A friend. The words seemed like a last ray of hope in the darkness, a spark of hope in the midst of despair. You didn't know who this friend was, but you knew you had to trust them if you wanted to survive.

With your heart pounding, you typed in your cell phone password and typed a message to the number. Your fingers trembled and flew over the keys as you made your request, desperate. "I need your help. Where should I go?"

Meanwhile, you had leaned against a wall, away from the world, to take a short break. Heavy and fast footsteps echoed behind you and you turned around in shock, anxiously waiting for an answer. Your heart was beating so loud you thought it would jump out of your ears. But it was just an older man running past without noticing you. You breathed a sigh of relief, but the fear didn't go away. You didn't feel safe.

It didn't take long for an answer to come. A simple instruction, concise and precise. "Come to the old pizzeria at the harbor in an hour. We'll pick you up there. But throw away your cell phone before you come. We can't be found."

You swallowed hard as you read the message. It was a risky move, but you had no choice. You had to trust this person if you wanted to have any chance of not being found by your ex-husband or dying from the infection that was spreading through your body.

With a determined nod, you threw the phone into the nearby restaurant bin and forced your tired and shaky legs to walk towards the harbor, a bone-chilling pain coursing through your body as you tripped over an objext lying around, and you gritted your teeth to keep from screaming. The streets were still crowded and seemed to stretch on forever. You saw a potential danger in every person and fear was on your mind, but you knew that you had no time for doubts now.

With one last desperate look over your shoulder, you placed the hood of your hoodie over your head and continued on your way, willing to pay any price to save yourself. You didn't know what the future would hold, but you knew you would fight until your last breath.

Forty-five minutes later you arrived at the designated location at the harbor, your heart racing with excitement and fear. With shaking hands, you pushed against the heavy doors of the restaurant, which slowly opened with a creaking sound, the metal handle feeling cold in your warm, sweaty hands as your view slid freely onto the inner workings of the pizzeria. Here you should meet the person you know.

A rush of smells greeted you as you slowly stepped over the threshold - the sweet smell of spices, the savory smell of grilled meat and the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. It smelled of hunger and thirst, of life and movement.

You looked around, your eyes slowly adjusting to the yellowish and strong light as you searched for the familiar figure you were supposed to meet here. But the restaurant was full of strange faces crowding the narrow aisles and sitting at the tables, and you couldn't make out the person you were expecting.

Even the slight forward movement as you fought your way through the maze, searching for a familiar face had unleashed a shockwave of blinding, feverish pain that lanced upward. The source of the fire, on the left, above the hip, under the costal arch. You looked down at yourself for a moment, running your shaky fingers over the area where you could now feel a bulge. The bump under your sweater was covered with a bandage, but you knew you needed enough painkillers and antibiotics as soon as possible. Frantically, you searched for a familiar face, but the more you searched, the more you feared that you were wrong, that no one was here to help you. A trap.

But as you felt a gentle touch on your shoulder and you spun around with care, never in a million years could you have thought that you would run into this exact person. A shiver ran down your spine as the realization hit you.

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. Alexandra Cabot, the former prosecutor, the person who worked with the SVU for many years before she disappeared herself, was here to help you. It was a surprising revelation that almost took your breath away.

The blonde nodded, her face marked with happiness. She took a step closer to you, her eyes full of compassion. "Yes, yes. It's me," she said softly, her voice firm and soothing, her lips warm and inviting in a smile of relief while your eyes widened in surprise and realization.

You were speechless with astonishment. "We have to act quickly. Come, I will take you to a safe place where you can also be provided with the necessary emergency medicine."

You nodded silently, your throat dry with relief and gratitude. You couldn't believe was here to help you. After all the years she was in hiding and she was considered dead, you never thought you would ever see her again.

“How did you know-” you asked, taking a deep breath, blocking out the pain. You felt her eyes on you as you got into a dark SUV, which got driven by one of her protectors. "It was all over the news. The critical condition of a detective with your photo, that it was your ex-husband's fault, the injuries you sustained as a result. The police tried to keep most of it secret to protect your privacy, but some things were still leaked and I didn't know what else to do.“

You nodded again, a feeling of relief washing over you. You knew the road ahead would be long and difficult while your team did everything possible to find your ex-husband and you could finally return to Olivia. But until then, you were safe by Alex's side and Olivia was safer with you gone.

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Modern! Aemond is probably the most irresistible man you’ve ever seen.

Though he’s lost his eye due to a childhood accident, it has not made him any less of a gentleman and a mysterious one at that.

He only spoke when he was meant to, only for the enrichment of his studies, which he took extremely seriously.

Unlike Aegon, his older brother who loved to boast about his frat, and the fact that he had a yacht a bit too much for any closeness to bloom between you.

You liked Aemond, but not enough to follow his every step. Well, in reality it was just hard balancing being on top of your class, and have a crush in your early twenties.

Still, the mysterious Political Science major involved himself in various clubs and activities hosted by the University. It was impossible not to bump into him, because you were part of many of them as well.

It was at one of these club meeting, more specifically, chess, that you finally got a moment to speak with the man you secretly admired in every possible way.

He politely introduced himself and shook your hand, a small smile in his face that you’d never seen before. One that almost distracted you from the fact that he was now your rival. You introduced yourself as well, way too nervous to say anything else.

When the match started, he showed you no mercy, almost underestimating you. Still, you stood your ground, and for what seemed like the longest time, you actually won.

He seemed a bit shocked. To be fair, he’d been champion for years. Yet you still wouldn’t fear any opponent, not even your bachelors degree level crush.

He seemed charmed by the way you smiled politely, and simply collected your things and walked away. You were shaking too much to do anything else tbh.

He didn’t even get a boastful comment, or any other way to hear your voice other than when you introduced yourself. But he knew exactly who you were.

He’s not really too fond of pursuing people, much less dating, but he wanted to get to know you at least.

He caught up with you days later in your shared Math class. He never spoke in that class, and neither did you, it was always just timeless rambles from your professor.

Coincidentally, you had presentations that same week, you each had to explain the importance of Math in your certain field of expertise.

You killed it, yet again.

Aemond was trying to catch up, while it seemed that you were effortlessly just so good at the things he considered himself the best at.

He was beginning to grow impatient to uncover this mystery of who you were. But he’d never ask Aegon for help, he would never shut up about it.

Until he saw you with Helaena! His sweet sister was your friend, and you seemed to be emitting giggles from the upperclassman as you chatted about trivial things under the school gardens.

Aemond’s intrigue was killing him now. Who the hell were you? And why had he never seen you the way he did now?

He knew the answer was plain and simple, he had seen you, and watched you all throughout the beginning of your careers, but he never spoke to you. He always found it easy to be busy with other things to think about interpersonal relationships.

So why is he so desperate to know you?

You began to feel the way he stared at you. How he began to walk up to Helaena when she was with you because he lost his house keys.

Until Helaena got tired of being the awkward third wheel and decided to help him get with you and stop the charades.

He denied the simp allegations ❗️

But even Aegon backed up Helaena on this, it was growing pathetic and he didn’t even have a clue of half the plot going on.

Helaena asked if she could set you up with a “blind date” (she’s wrong as hell for that one)

You hesitated greatly, first because you were not really into anyone at the moment and didn’t know how to tell her you liked her brother. And second because this seemed like some sort of trafficking scheme even though you knew she would never do such a thing to you.

Eventually she told you she would never set you up with anyone she wasn’t 100% sure was worthy of you, so you took the number to get it over with.

You didn’t text him until you had paced around, done your homework, paced around some more, and had a mild panic attack, so a bit after dinner!

The mystery man replied back, and you grew intrigued at his unusually good grammar even through the screen.

You talked about daily matters, topics of interests, and suddenly you got the impatience of asking him his name but he would not comply. Until you threatened to block him if it was a prank.

And then you had a second panic attack.

HELAENA HAD SET YOU UP WITH HER BROTHER. SHE KNEW OF THE WHOLE “perfectly repressed” CRUSH.

You freaked out, texting him if he knew this was you. It couldn’t be, he couldn’t have known.

He eventually comes clean and admits he wanted to get to know you, but didn’t know how to approach you, and he had no choice but to listen to Helaena.

You agreed to meet up at your favorite local coffee shop to have a chess rematch! Whooped him again and he got visibly frustrated.

“You’re so busy building up walls and protecting your pieces, that you forget I can still use my own pieces to attack you.”

Your words made him smile.

The date was genuinely so sweet. You played again, and again until you were finally both even, spoke of books, and critiqued films. It was honestly the best feeling ever to have someone that genuinely connected to you on so many topics and it was the same for him!

He walked you to your dorm respectfully, and asked when he could see you again <3

After that, the coffee spot days became walking together to math class, and giving each other rides to chess matches, even taking Helaena to her own matches to cheer for her.

Aemond had never felt so in love before, and neither had you. The attraction was obvious, and in no time he asked you to be his girlfriend <3

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moonstruck-poet · 1 year

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It's Alright

Pairing - Ben Barnes x wife!reader

Summary - You return from a particularly mentally exhausting shift from the hospital and Ben is more than amazing.

Warnings - mentions of death

"We- we done now?" Your junior Jess asks you, and you briefly look up from filling the documents. Her tired face is as clear as crystal.

"Just half an hour more, darling," Your lips morphed into a sympathetic smile. Well it couldn't even be considered a smile, it was barely just a twitch.

"Okay," she said after a pause and released a sigh. "It's just.. Tough today, you know?"

"I know, I know. Have a rest for ten, you can continue then".

She gave you such a grateful look that you couldn't help a small chuckle from escaping, it had been your first laugh since late morning.

Your previously calm demeanour had shattered after tending to patients one ofter the other, many of them requiring the most complex of surgeries.

Being a neurosurgeon, it was expected. Obviously. And you would consider yourself a fool to ever underestimate your job, but it was just too much today.

Right now it was way past 11 pm and you had been working since 6 in the morning. Another hour of tedious paperwork and work was done for the day.

After a mug of coffee, slightly dozing a couple of times and being tapped awake by Jess, you were finally, finally able to set everything aside.

Taking off the glasses and rubbing your burning eyes, you got up on your feet and stretched, emitting a groan as the stiff muscles relaxed a little.

You were glad to have changed from the scrubs before hand and wasted no time in grabbing your phone and your bag before bidding all the others a goodbye.

"Same time tomorrow, Doc?" Chris, another fellow surgeon asked.

"Yep," you sighed and he mirrored your expression. "See you".

"Yeah bye. And listen, today's been difficult, but try to get some rest yeah? We've got another long day ahead of us".

"Of course," you smiled lightly and waved, taking the elevator and quickly rushing towards your gorgeous, black Audi.

The drive back home was silent, which in itself was an indicator to just how unsettled your mind was. Because all of the time, the radio was always on, there was always some music playing.

You didn't even realise that you'd gotten home and took a moment for yourself, hands gripping the steering as you breathed in and out.

Getting out of the car, it wasn't easy to mask your anxiousness despite your best efforts. And after a point, you just gave up. The only clear thought forming in your brain was that you needed to be in your husband's arms, as soon as possible.

Even the elevator seemed annoyingly slow, as though it was set on edging you purposefully.

The doors opened and your body almost stumbled out in haste, hands fumbling as they searched for the small keys in your bag. And then after what seemed like an eternity, you were home.

Home.

You breathed in deeply and backed yourself against the door, eyes closing almost instantly.

Ben was on the couch reading his favorite book, he had heard the door being unlocked and had quickly kept the novel aside. He had missed you today, just a tiny bit.

But that beautiful smile slipped as soon as he saw the weary face of his wife, it quite literally was the definition of exhaustion. He slowly got up and scanned your figure.

Hair dishevelled and coming loose from the braid that was tied neatly in the morning, face a little sweaty and having lost color, eyes shut tightly as though wanting to get rid of something and those eyebrows knitted together to signal your distress.

His frown deepened as he scanned your state, recognizing that it was absolutely one of the toughest days you had to endure.

"Love?" Ben murmured and stepped closer, his voice smooth and quiet, just how you wanted.

You slowly opened your eyes and were met by his concerned pupils, "Ben".

That shaky whisper was all it took for him to lean over and wrap you in his arms, one of them around your waist pulling you closer and the other resting on your shoulder, caressing gently.

"Hey," he said and rubbed your back. "It's alright, it's okay".

He slowly guided you towards the couch, not once breaking the embrace and pulled you on his lap, doing nothing but holding you close.

He had expected you to breakdown, or atleast have a relieving cry, but you did none of that. Your head remained buried in his neck for the entire time.

A moment passed when you both pulled apart. His hands quickly going to cup your face, holding it as carefully as humanly possible. "What happened, my love?"

"Bad day. Tough day," came your short replies as your lips unconsciously turned downwards while your fingers played with his hair.

He simply nodded, knowing you'd most likely open up soon enough. "Want me to get you something? A nice, hot coffee maybe?"

"Nah," your head shook. "I've downed atleast five cups in the past ten hours".

"That bad hmm?" He questioned gently and took your palms in his grasp, pressing a soft kiss to each and rubbing his thumb over it.

"You don't even know," a hollow chuckle was heard making him frown. "We started off pretty normally, got over with one surgery and some minor checkups. But then came the earthquake. Patient after patient entered the hospital as though a curse had spread through the city. We performed seven critical operations, Ben".

He himself exhaled heavily at that and tightened his grip around your waist, indicating you to continue.

"One of them was- she was just five years old," that was when your eyes started to water as you recalled everything.

His heart sank, jaw clenching as he already understood the conclusion and tried to fathom just how much the doctors had suffered today.

"She had blood clotting in her brain and we were ready to operate, we'd done it before. Everything seemed to proceed fine but then it all just cascaded! We tried to stop the blood flow but it just won't work and disaster after disaster happened before we lost her".

Tears were flowing freely down your cheeks at this point and he too gulped harshly, "We lost her, Ben. We couldn't save that little girl".

A sob wracked your body as you pressed your hand over your lips to muffle the sound but he didn't have that and instead tugged you against his chest.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I can't even imagine what that's like. But the fact is that you all tried didn't you? I know everybody pushed past their limits to save her, I know you did".

"But then why?! Why couldn't we save her if we're capable enough?" Your eyes took on an angry glint as tears continued to stream down your wet cheeks.

Ben felt hopeless as he was not able to answer your question. He looked down and swallowed before staring towards you again with a soft smile.

"You know, sometimes how hard we want it or how much we try, some stories just don't have a happy ending. You tried your best, love but maybe it just wasn't supposed to work. You know as well as I do that nothing more could've been done. It just happens sometimes, I wish it didn't but ut does".

You had finally calmed down and he wiped your tears, his eyes scanning yours tenderly.

"We met her parents after the surgery," you said and sniffed. "It was shattering, Ben. God forbid something happens to them. No parent should ever go through that. No one should wait to hear about the possible passing of their loved one".

"I know," he nodded and you moved closer.

"And God forbid something like this will happen tomorrow".

"It won't," he said firmly.

You looked at him strangely before letting out a chuckle, "Sometimes I desperately need your confidence".

"Believe me you don't," he now started grinning. "If you do gain mine, you'll have over-inflated ego, if you don't already," he added.

You smacked him lightly on his shoulder, "Shut it, Barnes".

"Or what?" He whispered. "What're you gonna do, Mrs Barnes?"

Your lips stretched up and you gave a sinister smile, "I'll do nothing except share a few glorious band videos to Freddy Carter and Kit Young".

"You wouldn't dare," he looked at you through narrowed eyes.

"Try me," you murmured and laughed softly at his expression.

Ben on the other hand couldn't care less if you posted those videos all the bloody internet, all he cared about in the moment was that he had you all right again.

He too smiled and leaned forward before pressing his lips against yourself, successfully shutting your laughter in the process. His hands were on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer while your fingers got tangled in his hair before cupping his face, enjoying the feel of his light stubble.

"Thank you," you said genuinely after pulling away from that breathtaking kiss and offering him a small, tentative grin.

"Always, my love," he took your hand in his and entwined your fingers together.

You couldn't help the small amount of blush rising to your cheeks as you once again hugged him, not being able to resist. "You really give wonderful hugs".

He chuckled, the sound going straight into your ears as his chest vibrated. "Why thank you," he too wrapped his arms around your torso tightly.

Home.

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fizzyxcustard · 3 months

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Covert Eyes (22)

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x OC (Amy Holland)

Warnings: Stalking behaviour, anxiety, language, sexual references, angst, smut, heartbreak, gunshot wounds and recovery, abduction, hostage situation.

Summary: Lucas takes notice of a young woman, Amy, but his obsession and want to get to know her begin to spiral out of control. Amy is now working for MI-5, after being recruited by Ros. But will her involvement with Lucas cause even more problems and heartbreak?

Amy has now gone missing; will Lucas get her back home safely?

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Key words/terms which people may not understand:

DVLA - "Driver and Vehicle Licensing Agency' which is a government department in the UK and handles all driving licences, registrations and car tax.

ANPR - "Automatic numberplate recognition"

Amy was bound at her wrists and ankles and perched on a chair, with the rope around her wrists, binding her to the chair. She grimaced and squinted as the bag was pulled from her head and an intense light was shone in her face. Had she been knocked out? She couldn’t quite remember what had happened once she’d passed The King’s Head and felt someone drag her down the adjoining backstreet. Everything turned black and then she woke in this place. There was a dull thump in the back of her head and she had a bitter taste in her mouth.

“Amy Holland,” a voice came.

She could see the outline of someone from behind the light and they began to move closer towards her. By now and the light was hurting her eyes; every time she blinked and it felt like a stab of raw pain behind her eyelids.

“If you co-operate then you’ll be fine,” the voice came again. It was an American man’s voice. “I want Lucas North. He’s the reason my sister is dead. She tried to warn you against him but, of course, you wouldn’t listen. So maybe this will wake you up.”

“Wake me up to what?” Amy replied. “How horrible of a man he is? It’ll take a lot more than that to make me think anything but that Lucas is an amazing man and I love him. You can’t take that away from me.”

“He’ll definitely come and look for you though, won’t he? Play the doting fiancée and the hero so he can impress you.”

“He’s already impressed me,” Amy hissed. “What exactly is your plan here?”

“See how far Lucas will go for you, and then I can kill him with my bare hands.”

“I think you underestimate…”

“I don’t think you’re in the prime position to tell me I’m underestimating MI5. I have far more experience with the British security services than you. You started in November, and you seem to think you know everything about them. I’ve worked in intel for most of my life, and I know how your team work, darling.”

The adrenaline was pumping in Amy’s body as she looked up into the grey eyes of Sarah Caulfield’s vengeful brother. Her fight or flight system had come online, ready to push her into further danger or pull her from it. She could feel tears stinging her eyes, threatening to fall down her cheeks. Her heart was racing, but she inhaled deeply, trying hard to somehow relax herself. Pulling against the bindings was of no use.

‘Caulfield’ as Amy referred to him in her mind, soon left her alone in the darkness again. All she had was her thoughts of Lucas, whom she knew would have realised she was missing. Their living arrangement and schedules was something both of them had become so used to now, that Amy knew Lucas couldn’t have overlooked any changes or slight deviations.

In the darkness and she replayed the times when they laughed together in bed, and he would tickle her under the duvet. But it would soon turn into a more serious moment and they would eventually make love. Caulfield surely could only go by what his sister had disclosed to him, and had no idea just how loving and gentle of a man Lucas North really was behind closed doors. She knew with her whole heart that he would get to her. Nothing would stop him fighting to save her. She had no place for doubts at this point. She kept her mind focused on Lucas and the words dum spiro spero: while I live, I hope.

***

Back at the grid, Lucas had been working constantly for nearly two days. He was running on pure adrenaline now, unable to let any kind of fatigue take over. All that mattered was Amy. He hadn’t showered, shaved, changed his clothes and barely eaten. All he had managed to eat was a chocolate bar out of Amy’s desk drawer.

“Lucas, go home tonight,” Harry said, coming to his desk. “And that is an order. We’re all on this.”

“Harry, how can I?” Lucas said, looking up at his boss with dark circles growing around his ice blue eyes. “I know Sarah’s behind this, or at least someone connected to her.”

“At least go and have a shower, change your clothes, get something to eat.”

Lucas travelled back to his and Amy’s flat upon Harry’s final demand. He entered the quiet flat, sighing as he did so. Everything made him think of her: the Disney figurines, the Tinkerbell mug which was still on the coffee table, the pair of pink, fluffy slippers which had been left in the hallway. The hallway – the place he’d made love to Amy for the first time. He could feel her gripping onto him, hear her gentle moans against his ear, feel her soft skin and smell her honey shampoo.

If she dies, what else do I have?

Lucas sat down on the edge of their bed and picked up a jumper of Amy’s, and as he lifted it to his nose, he could smell her perfume on it: Olympia by Paco Robbane. It was the very thing that made him aware of her presence in the coffee shop over a year ago. The sweet scent had hit him suddenly, and he turned to see her, sitting alone in the back corner of the café, doodling in her notebook. Then it was her green eyes that attracted him first; large and bright. For a few days and Lucas had battled in his mind with why he had become interested in her. She was not the kind of woman he would have normally become interested in or involved with. Sophisticated, independent and sharp women were the ones he normally found himself in relationships with. Amy was independent, yes, but she didn’t possess an obvious air of sophistication and was not sharp tongued, unless angry. She was softer, non-assuming, and unique.

Lucas bowed his head and wept. His one chance at a normal life, and it was being ripped away from him again, threatened by someone who could not let go of the past.

***

Amy had no idea how much time passed. She was left in a dark room, with her captors only coming to her to allow her to relieve herself in a bucket, or to offer food and drink. Lucas’ face was the main thing that Amy saw in her mind; he was smiling at her, his voice wrapping around her, telling her how strong she was. She held on to that, knowing that he would come for her. One way or the other, Lucas would come.

Caulfield came back to Amy, and once again, she had no idea how long it had been since he last spoke with her. As soon as he spoke, she felt her ears prickle as her hearing had become heightened due to the lack of light. The only noise she had had as company was the odd tap of someone from another room, or the sound of her breath.

“MI5 should be aware of your disappearance by now, Miss Holland. And no doubt your boyfriend will sweep in to save the day, giving me the opportunity to take him down. This is personal, and it’s just a shame you got caught in the crossfire.”

Amy remained quiet. Nothing she said would be of any use; this man seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice, spilling his revenge talk bullshit.

***

Everyone on the Grid worked long hours to get Amy home. It had been two days now since she was last seen. Lucas was quiet, with his jaw clenched constantly. No one dared approach him, unless it was something helpful to the case.

On the afternoon of day two, Lucas’ phone rang. ‘Unknown number’ flashed on the screen.

“Yes?” Lucas asked, inhaling sharply. This could only be in connection with Amy. Why else would an unknown number call his work mobile?

“Lucas North.” Not a question. A fact. Whoever was calling was only stating that they knew they had the right number. “Will send coordinates. Come alone. If anyone else comes with you, we’ll shoot her. Leave your phone behind; we’ll know if you have it.” The accent was American, and the voice male. This was someone connected to Sarah Caulfield. He knew it.

Before Lucas could muster words, the line went dead.

Lucas rushed into Harry’s office, relaying the details of the call. “I need to go on my own, Harry.”

“We need to make sure you can be tracked,” Harry demanded.

“This is the CIA. I know they’re connected to Sarah Caulfield. Whoever was calling, is American. They’ll have metal detectors and know if I’m being tracked. This is between me and them.”

***

Amy was sat in darkness. The bindings had started cutting into her wrists and her arms ached, being pulled behind her back. The pain had been getting worse in the last hour or two and it was beginning to spread up her back and into her neck. The only time she was free of the bindings was when she needed to relieve herself or was eating, and even then, a man sat directly in front of her wearing a balaclava, making sure that she couldn’t run.

She let out a groan and tilted her head back. Her eyes focused on the darkness, her gaze falling further into it. In her imagination, she could feel Lucas stood just behind her, his lips trailing down her cheek and his arms wrapped around her middle. “I love you, angel.”

Time continued to pass. People came and went; that much she knew from the sound of doors opening and closing. There were muffled voices from the other side of what she felt was a metal shutter door. Whenever there had been any light shone toward her, she’d made out what seemed to be a factory-type environment. Voices in the room echoed, signalling that she was in a large space. More than likely she was still in London somewhere, stuck inside a factory unit.

More waiting. Food was served to Amy; porridge, later followed by a cheese sandwich. She’d had at least two lots of breakfast now, so she’d been in this place for two days.

Suddenly, a door opened from behind Amy. Voices drifted through into the open space and one of them she immediately recognised. “Lucas?!” she called.

“Amy?” he called back.

“Shut up, Superman!” Caulfield snarled. “Just get the fuck in there.”

Lucas cried out in pain, his calls echoing.

Amy whimpered for him.

A light was shone again, blinding Amy. She gasped and lowered her gaze away from the light. Slowly she opened her eyes again, wincing against the ache. She could hear scuffling, grunts and could see the very vague outline of figures, all haloed by the light.

Lucas was dragged to a seat and bound to it, just like Amy was. He could see Amy sitting a short distance away from him, and as the men walked away, he pulled himself up, the chair hanging against his bindings and he scooted over to her.

Amy heard him whisper her name and just before the light disappeared, she saw the outline of his features, immediately recognising that profile. She pulled toward him and drew her cheek against his, immediately beginning to weep. Just the sound, touch and smell of him made an innermost peace wash over her. His cologne wafted up her nose and she felt the tickle of his growing stubble against her cheek. Unable to embrace, Lucas and Amy kissed in the darkness.

As Lucas kissed down her face, he could feel her tears against his lips. “I promise to get us out of here, angel.”

“He said he wants you,” Amy said. “But don’t you dare play some heroic so we get split up. We’re getting out together, or not at all.”

Pride and love swelled inside Lucas’ chest. “I love you so much,” he replied.

***

Back on the Grid, Malcolm and Tariq had been going over every piece of CCTV footage they could find, piecing together a partial vehicle registration number from a white van that was seen one street away from Amy’s abduction point. That was all they had to go on. Lists of vehicles with that same description and last three letters on the plate were run through all DVLA databases. This line of enquiry came to a dead end. Until Ros noticed a small van, only just visible at a junction in a southerly direction from the street where Amy disappeared.

“There! I can just see the very edge of a light from the back of a vehicle. Malcolm, try and get footage from the angle looking down the junction and straight at the back of the vehicle.”

“On it,” Malcolm said.

A short while later and Malcolm had found that it was a small van which was registered to a window cleaning business. Also, it was noted that five minutes after Amy disappeared from view, the van moved. Two men, wearing all black clothing were seen getting into the van.

Malcolm continued digging into the details of the vehicle and the paper trail that it was leaving behind. “The van is registered to Ace Window Cleaning, operated and owned by Robert Anderson. I’ve mapped out through ANPR data where the van has been and which properties it’s been seen doing business with. One of them was the ground floor flat of Martin Page. And with a little more magic, I can confirm that Martin Page is an alias that is used by CIA agent Randall Blanchard, known colleague and field partner of Simon Caulfield, older brother of Sarah Caulfield.”

“Lucas was right,” Ros said simply. “Track the ANPR data of that van. Get everything you can on where it’s been the last two days since Amy was last seen. One of the agents obviously paid off Robert Anderson for use of the vehicle, hoping it wouldn’t be traced back to either one of them. Little do they know, we’ve got a lot of fancy tricks up our sleeves.”

***

Amy rested her head against Lucas. Every now and again, she would feel him kiss her head.

A night vision camera was hovering above them, and in another part of the building, in a sterile-looking white room, Simon Caulfield watched on. He stared at the monitor and then turned to his partner, Randall Blanchard. “Have you sent the package yet?” Simon asked. “First class?”

“All done,” Randall replied, taking a mouthful of bitter coffee from the paper Costa cup in his hand.

“We all know how doting Mommy and Daddy are with their little girls.”

“What exactly do you want to do with them?” Randall asked.

“Play with them a little, I guess. And then kill him. We’ll both get our revenge for what he did to Sarah.”

***

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kneelingshadowsalome · 11 months

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Idk if you’re familiar with the show the bodyguard (it’s a british crime drama w richard madden in the lead about a politician whose being threatened and his character has to protect her and they’re both opposites of each other but due to the high tensions and stress levels they grow closer and Things ™️ happen) but I’m thinking about something similar w ghost 👀 reader is a target who needs to be protected bc she’s idk a witness? A key player in a conspiracy, basically someone who is of value to the wrong people. At first ghost, her designated protector, and reader headbutt a lot bc she’s headstrong and thinks she knows it all and hates the forced arrangement bc she wants her autonomy back, and he is pissed she doesn’t seem to have a clue how serious the situation is and how she underestimates everything and overestimates herself. Cue to her almost getting caught by the enemy (and whyyy did my mind just made that up to be konig omg just imagine that behemoth of a man hunting you down making it his life’s mission to catch you no matter what 🥵😓 ) and getting hurt badly but being saved nonetheless and then all the feels and angst and pining come to a conclusion 😩🫶🏻🤍

anyway Idek I’m sleep deprived and I just want our battle hardened boi to gradually fall head over heels for damsel in distress!Reader and save and protect her bc yeah that dynamic even though it’s cliche is just hot af lbr 🤷🏼‍♀️ knight in shining armor but you mistake him for the dragon first type of beat

sorry for rambling in your inbox but I love your work, I would love to see your take on this if it held your interest and if it didn’t it’s all good either way!❣️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Hiiii! I just wanted to let you know that

1. I haven't ignored this request and

2. JEEESUS haha I got totally carried away... I'm making a 3 chapter fic of this as we speak because all the banter and steam just won't fit into a oneshot 😮‍💨🫢🫦

3. The first chapter will be posted soon(ish)!

4. Also no I haven't seen this show but I won't let it stop me!

#answered #bodyguard!Ghost #upcoming works

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chocopuchino · 4 months

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cw: SFW, FLUFF

BOKUAKA. BOKKUN AND MSBY <3 I made this in 20 mins, idk shit about motorcycles and streets in english so don't come at me pls (ducati bike looks good) and yes this is the elaboration for my biker bokuto koutarou thought ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ

MSBY BJ at their prime locker talks but they're flexing their rides. Someone has a Ferrari, someone a Porsche, someone a Lamborghini and the list goes on, until a very intrigued Bokuto chimes in with a smirk, talking over.

"oh, you guys have cars? that's cool! I don't have one, 'cause I ride a motorcycle. :D"

The team immediately whips their head in disbelief to look at Bokuto, who's currently topless and confused at the stares.

"You... you have a motorcycle?" Sakusa asks with uncertainty, pointing a finger at him.

"Seriously, Bokkun? I don't believe ya one bit. You, out of everyone? No way," Atsumu laughs, pulling over a t-shirt on top of him.

"Woah, seriously Bokuto-san? You have a motorcycle? How come? We've never seen it, and we haven't seen you on it!" Hinata questions, and the whole team agrees.

In the span of a moment, from his overly big and messy gym bag, he pulls out a car— no, a key. A black, motorcycle key. with a smidge of red shaped like a shield at the top, silver borders with a strike in between, and the word DUCATI written neatly.

And as much as the men don't want to believe it, they're now suddenly faced to.

"Tadaa! Isn't she just gorgeous?" Bokuto exclaims proudly.

"Isn't... Akaashi-san a boy though?" Hinata asks confusedly.

Practice is over and they're all in front of the gym, seeing how Akaashi parks the bike in front of them, dusting his coat off and fixing his glasses as he makes his way towards him. He politely bows to them.

"Akaashi Keiji, editor in shonen manga magazines in a major publishing company. Bokuto-san had asked me to bring his bike over, so here it is." Akaashi greets calmly, glancing at everyone's faces, smiling a little at seeing Hinata.

"I-I meant the bike. Not Akaashi, but even though it's still true! both things. they're both gorgeous." Bokuto exclaims, hiding his embarrassment and stuttering, his cheeks warming up. He gently pecks Akaashi on the cheek, quite literally shocking the whole team (he forgot to tell them he's dating keiji) and asks once again.

"So, who wants a ride first !!?"

——————

"w-woah!! Bokuto-san, so fast!!!" Shoyo yells, clutching onto Bokuto even tighter. Bokuto leans front, increasing speed, fully focused on the road, not a single sound coming out of him. Shoyo's eyes sparkle at his energetic, loud and owl-like senpai, currently very quiet, serious and very cool looking.

After a quick round around a nearby highway, they're back again In front of the gym, the volleyball team surprised at seeing Shoyo in one piece. (bokuto obliged them to wait, akaashi kept them entertained.)

Shoyo gets off the bike, taking off the helmet, wobbly making his way to the men staring at him, arms dangling off his shoulders, almost able to puke. His hair is a mess after wearing the helmet, while Bokkun's hair looks even spikier. He grips on Atsumu's sleeve and almost collapses, clearing his throat and looking up at him— big shiny stars in his eyes.

"that was super cool!! You have to get on, Bokuto-san is an amazing driver!!! You might not believe me, but he was insanely quiet, he looked so cool and serious too!! I really, really didn't expect him to drive like that!!" Shoyo exclaims, looking over at the other men staring at him in disbelief.

Atsumu's eyes widen and he scoffs, taking Shoyo's hands off his sleeve, making his way towards owl head. "No way, Shoyo can't be serious? You? Quiet? Yeahhhhhhh... Can't believe 'at. Give me a ride and we'll see, yeah?"

the whole of MSBY rode Bokuto's bike that evening, and, never underestimated or didn't believe him ever again.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu drabbles #bokuto koutaro #akaashi keiji #msby #msby jackals #msby black jackal #hinata shoyo #atsumu miya #bokuto koutarou #haikyuu #hq

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beanlot · 2 years

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OFFICER [2]

PART 1

policeofficer!ellie x f!reader

you’re in custody, but experience a little deja-vu when a familiar face questions you.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut

warnings: this heavily revolves around cnc. if that is not your thing, do not read this. i am no longer a fan of this work, but due to feedback from readers, it will stay up on my blog. - ellie uses a gun and doesn’t turn safety on, russian roulette, facesitting, oral/fingering, sadism, spit play

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if i see you again, i will have to arrest you.

you endeavoured the fortitude for weeks to forget her woodsmoke scent of pine, those presiding hands that forced your stomach into a diaphanous pandemonium, and quite unapologetically how she made your clit feel like it had its own heartbeat.

you wanted to be an adversarial predator, but she made you inhibited prey.

soon, those weeks progressed into months.

you started to conceptualise that maybe you were the master of your craft. too proficient at effusing hostility to get what you wanted, too good at dining and dashing, too skilled at feeling audacious when keying a bourgeoisie car. so you tried slipping up; creating more noise, becoming more shameless with your drunk and disorderly acts - but nothing worked.

you had even considered homicide just to fulfil that fantasy of her face perched between your legs again.

but that wasn’t ideal, so you resorted to one-upping. you’d banked astronomical amounts of cash through breaking and entering, threatened a few people here and there and had yourself gamble in shady bars with reputations of illegality.

you were not surreptitious about this.

and that’s what landed you here - gunmetal walls that incarcerated you, monotonous under an artificial lustre of amber. you were postponed for questioning, and brewing indignantly - not only because of the thin mattress that was making your ass feel rigid with every minute, but you had no way to tell what time it was or how many hours were passing.

custody was brutal; you’d underestimate it in documentaries, but now that you were the individual said companies were making documentaries about, there was only so little utilisation you could do before you were losing your shit.

you felt as though the agglomerations of these months were for nothing, your little slip-ups intended for a hot lesbian you met on a saturday night became an anticlimactic arrest made by a male officer who got too comfy with militantly blindsiding you when you had left the jewellery shop.

you wanted to make yourself comfortable, and by doing so, you found your upper body was dangling off the bed - eyes amalgamating the image of chair legs scraping across the floor.

“sit up.” an irked grunt deluges your ears, and you can’t exactly decipher if you’re regretting not appreciating the silence you were forced to indulge in for hours or relieved to have someone in the room with you.

you sigh, head feeling as if it had been deadlifting when you sit up; you swivel around to face the aforementioned voice, blemishes of mulberry blinding you momentarily. you have to wait a few seconds to adjust, distinguishing an arm that’s darker than the other.

that familiarised shade of viridescent stares back at you, interminable lashes that fan against her tawny cheeks; that god forsaken moth etched in the exact spot it was all those months ago.

her hair dyed black, a subtle contrast to the chestnut strands you had your fingers root-deep in, but significant enough to accentuate her hardened eyebrows. “officer?” you whisper out of disbelief, that intrusive pummelling in your clit when you can’t dismantle the image of her tongue flattened against your clit, the way her eyes narrowed in satisfaction when you swallowed her spit.

bon appetite.

her uniform had changed from the traditional cerulean to a newfound beige; a tumult of voices emitting from the radio on her chest to which she is expeditious to switch off - your eyes try to be respectful, but how can they when her hands exhibit such lubricious streaks of mauve that tighten around her knuckles?

she was a treat to look at.

her face brews in scepticism, scanning the backlogs of her memory and trying to match your face to a name. you notice this, and feel more decimated not having her remember who you are than having her force her 7-inch dick into you.

“you don’t remember me?” you sigh when she remains inanimate, that same apertured stare she gave you amplifying fear when you know what it entails. “wow..”

your ‘relationship’ was oil and water that you did your due diligence to mix.

“i woulda thought someone that made my pussy bleed would’ve at least remembered my face..”

that tyrannising stare falls flat, and you can hear the clockworks initiating. and again, you have a feeling that this is gonna be fun.

“but go ahead, ask me your questions.”

no matter what browbeating methods, hectoring language or plagued looks she’d use against you, you wouldn’t budge. unlike last time, it seemed as if she was doing all the talking and you elicited half-assed responses back.

“you recognise this street?”

nope.

“we’ve caught you already, you can stop with the tough act.”

no.

“says here you went awol for a few days.”

precisely.

you found that in the medial of your ogling session at how mouth-watering her arms looked in her uniform, her badge piques your curiosity.

e. williams.

“you don’t strike me as a williams,” you hum, disorientated as to how someone so abstract was concealed with a surname so common - she was truly the snake in the grass. “maybe more like a.. kennedy or som-“

“what are you doing?” she interrupts, that grunting voice harrowed cavernously into your ears and admittedly made your clit flourish in exhilaration. “this isn’t like last time, i’m serious.”

you wanted to station her in that unfathomable pod of vulnerability, but it seems she’d already done it for you. “so you admit there was a last time?”

but something changes, what was her pacifically reserved expression plummeted to one of wrathful salacity. and although you’re remotely shitting bricks at how meteoric it changed, you’re creaming at how it gave you the inkling of what it felt like to be defenceless again.

so you keep feeding fuel to the fire, and it’s catalysing that zest in your stomach. “you keep forgetting that me and you are more similar than you think, officer williams.”

you want to dig new lows to get under her skin, and you had the perfect shovel. “after all, i can make you lose your job.

get you a criminal record.

because technically,

you did ra-“

she stands up.

you expect her to leave the room in ire, but she inspects you; seemingly mediating a rational further action. under the impression you were fantasising her words rather than realistically perceiving them, you disregard her incoherent murmur.

“was i too soft on you?”

she traipses over to you ever so slowly, effusing a sinister hostility - you felt as if you were being hunted, you were the deer confined in a cage with a tiger.

“did you not learn anything?”

step.

“making threats to ruin my reputation?”

step.

“i made your fucking pussy bleed,”

step.

“but you’re still giving me that loud mouth like i didn’t.”

with every step she took came emanations of elation in your clit, legs reminiscing to how difficult it was to hold your body up after that night, heart cudgelling your ribs when you stare at her godly sculptured hands - so intoxicatingly moreish and palatable.

you want officer williams to bite.

you didn’t realise how instinctively unfurled your legs were until she filled the considerable gap between you, saintly hands planted on your knees and the altered scent of jasmine oozing into your skin; no amount of last-minute crime could make you this bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as seeing her flavourful stare incise into you.

her forehead against yours, a hallucinogenic maelstrom puzzling your head. you’re already helplessly grinding into her thigh, sensitivity in your clit amplifying when you realise she’s letting you.

her lids are low, staring deliciously at your lips; just as you think she’s about to lean in and satisfy that aching hunger you have for her.

you hear a gun cock.

a glacial touch on your jaw, and the cold shiver paralyses your body. “knees, now.” her breath against your lips; although she was exhaling, you felt as though she had inhaled all the self-possession out of you.

you’re immobile, and sit there wide-eyed at her, but find yourself under automatism to perch yourself off the mattress and onto the floor when you remember how fucking hard she hits.

she appreciates how you look, doe eyes that submerge in aroused timidity and hair becoming dishevelled when she runs her fingers through it. as much as you try and admire how she looks down at you, you can’t help but tunnel your vision at the fucking gun in her hand; she notices. “what? it’s just a gun.”

you look up at her, trying to conceal your distress, but you were fun to personally dissect on her end. “come on. like last time, mouth open.” you try and disregard her request, but when you see the gun inch closer against your lips, you know what she wants.

you’re humiliated - jaw tenderly unlatching, eyes closed to distance yourself from a newborn anxiety burrowing into your stomach; the suffocating taste of steel against your tongue when the rim slides in. “you weren’t this obedient,” you make head or tail off, metallic taste strengthening when you try to swallow. “maybe you did learn something.”

her free hand confines the roots of your hair, forcing your head forward; she can tell you’re scared shitless by how reluctant you are to move, and it thrills her into an exultant of euphoria. “careful,” you hear her whisper, aluminium sliding down your throat. “wouldn’t wanna pop your pretty face open.”

you feel a tear slide down at this, that mortifying discomfort at the back of your throat establishing itself again. you want to stop, but realise that out of the miscellanies of these months, this was your desired result - you were going to try and somewhat enjoy it.

so you dip your head lower, bloodshot eyes tinged a cherry red leering back up at her innocently. she seems morbidly fascinated by this, but also remotely pissed off that she didn’t grind you as deep in the bones as she wanted.

with an inhumane yank of your hair came the back of your head thundering against the wall - she was manhandling you like a piece of piss. it happened so instantaneously: her forehead against yours, lips eliciting heavy breaths of yearn, the damp barrel against your temple.

“what ar-“

you hear it click against your temple.

you involuntarily flinch, trying to cower your head away but her pernicious hand immuring your throat - you’d never felt your heart hammer so vigorously, tempted to believe you’d be having a cardiac arrest any second now. “officer, please-“

“please what?”

click.

“please stop, stop, stop..” you repeat, your hands chronically tremor against her shoulders; tears erupting onto your cheeks and making your skin glossy.

“stop what, sweet girl?

i ain’t doing shit.”

you prophesy the gates of heaven, but you open your eyes to her, ever so slowly, arranging the gun back into her holster.

you relax at this, and feel as if she’s somewhat commiserated with you; felt bad for enduring you through this pitiful end of psychological torture. but when she leans in, your theory deflates when her tongue tenderly traces your damp cheeks.

you whine in disgust, more repulsed by the fact she wanted to literally taste the hysteria she created rather than the actual sensation of her tongue against your skin. “you’re fucking sick,” you weep, feeling her fingers unzip your jeans, anchoring your waist effortlessly.

she compresses her forehead against yours again, but this time tastefully tilts her head to lean in, enveloping her lips into yours.

and she tastes as good, if not better, than you remember.

a simpatico rhythm of her lips against yours, a candied taste that had you hot on her heels when she went to pull away for breath. her hands delved everywhere, from your hips to your breasts, to the back of your neck and maundered around your clothed slit. she pulls away eventually, sexually frustrated breaths intensifying when she looks at the state of you.

she had hitched your shirt up only slightly, and your jeans were slowly sliding down your thighs. eyes pierced onto your breasts, and pupils dilated at the sight of them irregularly springing out of your shirt when she pulls it up just a tad higher.

you look at her with confusion, but you have an idea of what it necessitates when you watch a string of spit drizzle onto your breast. you whine, innately humping against her leg; the sensation of moisture so substantial between your legs, you could likely hear it if you stayed silent. “does that turn you on, doll?” she sighs in your ear, “does this little sweet thing like her tits being spat on?”

when you don’t answer, that baneful slap singes the side of your face. you’d almost forgotten how truly bad it felt, which seemed paradoxical considering it was something you weren’t anticipating. “yes, yes officer,” you nod profusely, shuddering when another string falls onto the other breast; skin becoming glassy when she massages it into you.

“you have no idea how much i want to show everyone this.” her fingers taunt your stomach, lowering until they find the band of your underwear; forefinger provokingly trickling into your folds. “would that humiliate you..” she whispers, and you can’t help but feel your limbs sizzling under the boost of adrenaline when her eyes flash to her radio, fingers ever so tempted.

you shake your head, ignominy clouding your thoughts. your clit blitzed under the pressure of her finger; legs mechanically shaking when you feel her slowly rub in teasing circles. “i wouldn’t do that.” her lips graze your shoulder, palm stifling your mound.

and if the slap on your face wasn’t that bad, the slap on your pussy was.

a fever of delirium floods your insides when her fatal palm wallops against your folds, pixels of heliotrope tinting your vision. that seraphic levitation increasing when she smears your slick over your clit, empyrean sensitivity that felt extraterrestrial; you’re unable to control the chronic grinding of your hips when her fingers keep rubbing against your clit. and so you whine, wanting her to skyrocket you into that cosmic cloud of extramundane ecstasy. you hear a belt unbuckle, the hand you’re humping against dematerialising for a split.

but you’re tranced as her hand seeps into her trousers, feeling as if you could tear up at the luscious sight of her touching herself; that paradisiacal urge to orgasm then and there. her fingers slide back out, oiled in her own fluid - you can’t look away, too captivated in a planetary reverie at how her fingers glisten in the light so appetisingly.

you thought she’d glide her fingers in your mouth, but instead she streams into your folds and rivulets them into you. you feel how credulous it is for her to slide into you, so impotent and undefended; her wetness stirring with yours as you tighten around her fingers. “you like that, pretty thing?”

you nod, lips being pecked when you do so; you feel as if you’re being rewarded for complying. you watch as her hands are flooded with veins, knuckles contracting when she keeps fucking curling her fingers into you - that exquisite bundle of divinity gathering whenever she rubs against your most vulnerable spots. and before you know it, your legs are inveterately trembling when she speeds up, fingers hammering into you maliciously.

officer williams had some admirable stamina.

your fingers bunched into her shoulders, uniform crumpled into your palms; you can feel it, that fucking wreath inside you that debilitates your hips, that beatific entwine of bliss you’d been anticipating for months.

it’s unworldly, and constructs itself at the very top of that overdue mountain; it’s so ready to gush out at any second, but when it only gets a taste of the top, she starts slowing down. “don’t you fucking dare..” you whine, you’re sexually frustrated and just want nothing more than to orgasm with her fingers inside you.

but officer williams knows how to compensate.

“you wanna come that bad?”

vims of eagerness pounds in your clit, it’s desperate to get coated by her tongue. you freeze, opining that you’re just under another delusion when she says the next thing, that your ears are bullshitting - but when her free hand besieges your wrist and forces it into her trousers, you know you’re hearing crystal clear.

“earn it.”

you flinch when your fingers are immersed into stifling moisture. her clit is erect, and you can’t stop yourself from flicking it ever so tenderly when her legs flinch every time.

it was addicting, you were pleasuring officer williams. her heavy breaths in your ear, that consistent pressure on your clit when she adjusts her palm against it, sweat aflame on her forehead.

you apply more pressure, ever so desperate to hear her moan; her breaths becoming shakier, compulsively erratical against your skin - she’s grinding into your hand, and it’s such an opulent sight to see. “fuck..” she grunts, and you lionise the expression on her face. eyes artistically closed, pulchritudinous skin that gleam in splendour, mouth agape and discharging such vulnerable sounds. you speed up, movements becoming sloppy when she’s so fucking wet you can’t feel your own fingers against her folds. she’s starting to squirm against you, hips clenching and making it strenuous to target her clit when she’s trembling so violently. you know she’s primed to spurt her cum onto your fingers any second now by the way she’s indomitably breathing in your ear.

so you decide to give her a taste of her own medicine.

you slow down malignantly; her pathological trembling tranquillised when you do so. you can’t help but establish a sense of retribution, you saw this as tit for tat, and so had a fulfilled smirk on your lips. you expect her to erupt out of that presentiment of ill temper she usually finds herself brewing in, but she does the opposite.

she chuckles.

“you think that’s funny, huh?” her tone is of one you had never acquainted with, it’s elevated itself a few pitches and is pungent with a nefarious catastrophe. whatever she’s just thought of, you’re not sure if you should be looking forward to it.

but you’re comparatively disappointed when she situates herself on the edge of the bed, face bleached of any aggravated resentment. she seems inordinately serene, too abnormally at peace with the fact you didn’t let her orgasm.

it’s too good to be true, but that gut feeling withers instantaneously.

“sit on my face.”

that’s it?

that’s the punishment?

you don’t hesitate, and sooner or later, find your lower body bare and trawling against her uniform. she was ethereal, black hair coarctate against the thin mattress, dotted freckles along her skin that created an enviable need to coat them all with your cum, tongue ready to annihilate you.

and by the way your legs are finding it difficult just to plant yourself above her lips, you know there’s an awkward trail of humidity on her uniform.

your thighs are jailed by her hands, fingers that bury into your skin so robustly; she’s lowering you down, and you can’t ignore the impulse in your clit exploding when her tongue flicks over it ever so softly.

you’re in seventh heaven when she engulfs your clit completely in her mouth, jubilations of exultation nurturing itself in your stomach when you feel her tongue twirling around it.

you’re whimpering unruly, thighs twitching in an irrepressible manner as you grind against her face; you know her chin and nose are most definitely coated in you.

but just as you’re saturated in that sempiternal pool of unearthly pleasure, she bites your clit.

“fuck!” you yelp, the grip on your thighs strengthening; you were clapped in irons under the raw grip of her palms. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry..” you repeat aimlessly, knowing that even if you wanted to jump out of her grip, you can’t.

you’re harrowed, not only due to the tortuous twinging in your clit but also because she made diluting you down look so plain sailing. she belittled you in ways that seemed eternal.

“please stop, i wo-“ you can’t finish your sentence, because she bites again; waterworks hazardously escaping from your eyes. “fuck, please..” you cry out jaggedly, the torment on your clit being medicated only slightly when she tenderly kitten licks it.

you feel her lips embrace your bud again, tongue whisking your clit fluidly before she sucks; an antiseptic shroud of exuberance in your clit when she does so. but you’re too busy tensing up, vigilant for her subdued attack - she notices this, chasten loosening on your thighs and fingers glissading across your stomach and to your breasts, tenderly pinching your nipples.

and it moderates that malaise.

you feel her lips slither against your clit, before she brings a hand down to gel a finger with her spit; you helplessly watch as she coats a nipple enticingly, and you know you’re gonna come real fast. her tongue siphoning your clit, nipples ambushed with her fingers, spit drooling down your stomach - it was deliciously preposterous.

and you can feel it, constructing that erstwhile mountain again. your hips stiff and stomach rigid to aid the incoming unfoldment of utopia; your nipples were becoming more sensitive, thighs becoming more shaky, clit vibrating against her tongue so decrepitly.

“fuck, fuck, fuck..” you repeat breathlessly, unable to compose yourself through the animosity of what’s brewing inside - that spiralling latchstring of soon-to-be glory coiling higher and higher. you look down, wanting so badly to come on her tongue, make her taste what she’s done to you, what she had done to you for months - you were falling apart at the seams.

and then it bursts.

you’d never felt it this indestructible before, your lower body feeling as if it was being shredded through a mosh pit of marvel, stupefying you. it lasts for 10 seconds; that cauldron of gratification replenishing itself in your clit - you felt brand new, a clean slate, wiped of any rational thought.

and when you open your eyes, her face is drenched, hair clad onto her cheeks and insipid in your cum. her skin glistening, lips hydrated with your cum, and her hair duskier in your fluid.

she doesn’t seem discombobulated, positioning herself up and crossing her legs. but you idly crawl onto her lap, welcomed by the dampening sensation of her thighs, which progressively worsened when you compressed your own against hers. her deteriorated palms tickling the hairs on your back; your thighs were moth-eaten, numbingly dilapidated.

“i’m not bleeding this time?” you sink into her shoulder, interpreting an ephemeral chuckle on your shoulder. “no, not this time.”

you feel her peck your jaw a few times, and you felt safe. absolutely annihilated, but safe.

this was vanilla, aftercare that synergised the enervation in your legs rather than aided it. her solicitous touch against your spine, ardent breath against your bare skin, lips doted against your jaw so innocently.

“you’re definitely not a williams,” you whisper, tremulous hands ironed against her shoulders. “no?” she whispers back, soused cheek stimulating your neck. you had never been held this intimately before, your chest compressed against hers; body warmth emitting into an orb between you.

“no.”

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