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norrisleclercf1 · 11 months

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Come Home To Me

Pairing: Lando Norris x Long distance!Reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: None, just fluff, Lando cries

Words: 2.3K

Requested: Yes/No

Long distance was always challenging. But what if you're dating someone who rarely stays in one place long enough. What if they're traveling from country to country every year, and when you can visit, he can't? Love is supposed to give its challenges, but this was a challenge you are losing, and this wasn't something you wanted to happen.

You have been dreaming of living in America for school, but you never once thought you'd meet a boy and fall in love with him, much less travel the world after him. Meeting him was a dream. You went to Dubai on vacation with your friend, a terrific wealthy heiress. It was after finals, and you were in a club, unaware of what was going on, much less than a trendy sport was in town for the end of the season.

When people flooded the club you were in, you danced and danced before stumbling to the bar. You proceeded to spill your drink all over this guy at the bar. He laughed, telling you it was okay. You couldn't ignore how he was so light-hearted and easygoing. Even covered in some alcoholic drink, he made you laugh and danced with you.

When your friend was ready to go, you waved bye, but he stopped you and grabbed a marker.

"Call me." Winking, he sends you off. Waking the following day, you don't remember much except those brilliant eyes, goofy laughter, and his curly hair. Looking at your arm, you smile, seeing what he had written on your arm. Lando, call me. With his number followed after it.

It took you almost a year to figure out who he was, as he never told you his last name. You honored that, as he did tell you he was famous and wanted you to know him, not the guy he shows off to the world. You found out who he was when your friend Vivian, who took you to Dubai, brought you to something called Formula 1.

Her father was a big wig in the sport and decided to give you two paddock passes and explore the city. Thankfully it was a break, and you walked around the fancy town of Monaco. Vivian has an apartment in the city and told you, you could stay with her.

"Honestly, Y/n, stop worrying about why the guy hasn't answered you. All you have told me is his name." Vivian whined as you just smiled at your phone. "Viv, he's famous, and I don't want to ruin anything." You explain, but she rolls her eyes, worried.

"Okay, come on, let's go. I'm starving." You agree and head to the private hospitality for the drivers, bosses, and those who are big names.

"Do you even know any of the drivers?" You ask Vivian, who shrugs as she is more into business, set to inherit her father's business when she graduates. "Nah, many of them have girlfriends, but there is one charming Ferrari driver." Both laughing, you walk into the air-conditioned building and head to a table.

"Hey, can we order a burger or something?" Viv looks up from her menu and nods. "Yeah, they can make things off the menu, but I agree this is all so fancy." Slapping the menu down, she takes a sip from her water.

Your phone pings, and you must fight Vivian off from grabbing your phone. Seeing the notification, you blush, as is it from Lando.

Lando: sorry, super busy for the next couple of days; I miss you; we should see FT real quick.

You: I wish I could. I have no privacy because I'm at some super-rich sport event for the weekend.

Lando: Really? What super-rich sport and where?

You: Oh, something called Formula One. I'm in Monaco

Read

You stare at your phone, wondering why he has left you on read, but you just shrug and place your phone down. Placing your order and talk with Vivian about your upcoming classes and her latest boy toy.

"Fuck, that's my Charming Ferrari driver and his friends." Vivian chokes on her water which has you turning. You don't know who she's talking about, but you notice a particular person wearing a bright orange sweatshirt. "Viv, the guy in the orange sweatshirt. See him?" You ask, facing her, trying to control your emotions. "Oh, yeah, Daddy told me about him. Lando Norris. Oh, he shares the same name as you-" She stops talking as you stare at one another.

"Holy fuck, no." She whispers, leaning closer. "Did you know?" She asks which has you slapping her arm. "Of course not!" You hiss, running your hands over your hair. "He never told me his last name, and every time he visited me at Uni, we met and did lowkey stuff." You whisper before you both freak and throw your menus up as Lando and 3 other people sit beside you.

"What do I tell her?" Lando sighs, fixing his hat to wear it backward as you and Vivian throw on your own hats and sunglasses so Lando wouldn't recognize you. "The truth." You hear a slap, and someone curse in Spanish.

"Oi! You lied to her, not me. Why are you slapping me?" "Because Carlos, we've been talking for almost a year, and I want to ask her out, but...what if she's mad I lied." Lando mummers. "Just call her, and tell her you are in Monaco too. Not that hard." The man named Carlos explains.

It's silent until your phone blares out the ringtone that Lando had set for you when you last saw him. You and Vivian try to turn the phone off with hurried hands, but it doesn't work.

"Y/n?" You screw your eyes shut and lower the menu locking eyes with Lando. You don't even think as you grab your bag and rush out, leaving Vivan behind, who yells after you, and Lando, who stands staring after you, the phone still pressed to his ear.

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It was 3 months of barely talking when Lando finally showed up at your apartment when Vivian opened the door with just a towel and messy hair. She about died when she called for you. "Hurt her again, or lie again. And I'll have my father destroy your career." She threatens as you come into view.

You looked how you felt, hurt and sad. You had no right to feel hurt, but you still did. Sad because your heart ached from barely talking to Lando, and he looked the same as you. Eyes red, hair messy, and just downright miserable.

"Can we talk?" You nod and point to the couch as Vivan hurries down the hall and closes her door, but she was totally listening. "I wanted to tell you, just never thought you'd show up at a race." He rushes out, ripping his hood off as you blink, trying not to cry.

"I have no right to be angry, Lando. You told me you wanted it to be a secret, just....maybe a part of me hated you couldn't tell me who you are." Lando nods as he swallows thickly and clears his throat. "I hated not talking to you. I've missed you like crazy. Watching you run and me not chase after you was....horrible." With a sigh, you wipe a tear and clear your own throat.

"I've missed you too. This not talking thing was painful, and I never should've ran. I was embarrassed, and your friends were all there. I panicked." Lando laughs slightly and rubs his hands down his face. "They've been giving me hell about that ever since. That's why I'm here. Go out with me?" You blink at him and then laugh.

"Yes, but right now, we tell each other everything. No more secrets." Lando nods and moves, sitting beside you as you spend the entire night talking.

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"Are you coming to visit soon?" Lando asks, voice sleepy as the time zone between the both of you was brutal. Didn't help he was traveling. "Lando, I have finals and then graduation. I can't." You sigh, walking through a sea of people trying to reach your area.

"Fuck. I hate this!" He curses, making you flinch at his tone. You both had this argument occasionally, as Lando wanted to move to Monaco with him while you were applying for your Masters's program. "Lando, calm down. I know you want me in Monaco, but we agreed that night that I would chase my degree and decide where to settle down." You reason making your boyfriend sigh heavily in your ear.

"I know. I know. But, I want you to come home to me. I hate not seeing you, touching you, just being next to you." You want to roll your eyes but can't help the smile tugging on your lips.

"Even if I moved to Monaco, you're traveling half the year anyways." This has Lando groaning as this was how the argument ended each time. "Okay, how was your day." You look up, hand over the paper to the woman before you, and continue as you find your seat and settle. "Fine. Hey, Lando. I've got to go. The class is about to start, so talk to you later. Bye!" You hang up before he can tell you he loves you and sighs, looking outside.

"Ma'am, the train is about to leave." You look up at the pretty woman who smiles and nods, ensuring your bag is secured. It would be a 4-hour train ride before you showed up to surprise Lando and give him the good news. "Thank you." The lady smiles and walks off, checking on the other passengers.

The ride was somewhat peaceful, but Lando kept trying to Facetime with you, but you didn't want to give away where you were. So you kept hitting ignore and then just decided to turn your phone off. When you hear the squeak of the wheels stopping, you look out and see the familiar buildings of Monaco and the ongoing construction. Gathering your bags, you shuffle off the train and into the warm sun, smiling.

Keeping your phone off, you start the walk to Lando's apartment. Max wouldn't be around, and he was in London visiting family, so it'd just be you and Lando. The walk was peaceful, as it was a break for Formula 1, so not many fans were wandering around the city. You type in the code and hope it doesn't alert Lando to you entering his building. Turning on your phone, you wait patiently for it to power up.

You giggle, seeing all the notifications from Lando, and click on his face as that familiar ringing tone fills the silent elevator.

"Are you mad at me?" Not a hello or hey baby, but him asking if you're mad at him. Sometimes you forget that while Lando is successful inside, he's still like any insecure 20-year-old trying to understand life. "No, Lan. I'm not mad. I just turned my phone off to get some work done." Lando sighs and then laughs and looks away and smiles. "Sorry guys, it's Y/n." That's when you notice his headphones are on, and he is most likely streaming.

"Are you streaming right now?" You ask, laughing as you get dropped off at his floor, walk to his door, and stop outside. "Yeah. Say hi!" He turns his phone as you wave, knowing people can barely see you in his camera. "Where are you right now? That doesn't look like your dorm." Turning the phone back around to face him. "Oh, I'm home." You smile and hit the doorbell, which you hear through his phone, and he turns around, confused.

"No. No, you are not." He drops his phone, and you hang up, waiting at the door. You laugh, hearing the pounding on his feet and the door thrown open. "Stop." He whispers and moves, crushing you in a hug as you drop your bags, hugging him back. "I'm home." You whisper into his neck.

You pull away and can't help but laugh, seeing Lando with tears in his eyes.

"Baby? Why are you crying?" Wiping his tears, he sniffles and hugs you tight, burying his face in your neck. "I've missed you. Fuck, you have no idea." His words are muffled by your neck as your hands tug his curls slightly, and fingers cradle his neck. "Well, I have some news." Lando pulls away and nods but helps you into his place.

"Give me a second." He whispers and kisses your cheek before going into his gaming room to turn off the stream. You get settled and sit on the couch, holding an envelope. Walking into the room, he stops and eyes the envelope.

"Are you pregnant?" You snort a laugh, shake your head no, and watch him sigh in relief. "I mean. If you were, I'd marry you here and now, but I'd like to wait before we have kids." He explains, but you just let him ramble. "Lando. Stop." He stops talking and stares at you, unsure how he should act. "Just open it." Placing it in his hands, he flips it around and carefully peels it open.

"Y/n L/n, we are please to welcome you to the school of Paris International Affairs and-" He stops and takes a deep breath trying hard to not cry again. "And can't wait to welcome you in the fall." He stops and looks up at you.

"I'm moving to Paris. So, I'm a 4 hours train ride instead of flying. I graduated early, so....." You smile, and he laughs, leaning over and kissing you. "So, you have the rest of spring and summer to be here with me." You shake your head in agreement which has him tearing up again.

"You're home." He whispers and pulls you into him, holding you like you'd disappear. "I'm home."

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aphrxditing · 1 year

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☀️Build a morning routine:

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lovelyiida · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬.

KATSUKI BAKUGO X SECRETARY READER

A 500 FOLLOWERS SERIES!

❥SYNOPSIS: as the years went by, bakugo realized that he was the last to get married. the days grew cold and the nights turned lonely. bakugo want's to marry, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. at least he has his trustee secretary!

❥: CHAPTERS

❥ WARNINGS: implied fem reader, aged-up!, Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content

❥ MASTERLIST

❥ JOIN TAG LIST!

WORDS: 6.7K

CHAPTER 1: THE SIMPLETON; YOU.

"accept calls from strangers."

You are a hard-working citizen, you are straightforward, diligent, focused, and most of all. You don’t take anyone’s shit.

Since a young age, you harbored grand aspirations of collaborating with the renowned hero Dynamight. Even during your high school years, witnessing the fledgling hero proclaims his ambition to become the top hero to millions of viewers on live national television deeply resonated with you.

He was a hero you admired deeply, whether that was in combat or in any other position.

Driven by an intense desire to be in close proximity to the fiery and passionate hero, you applied yourself with unwavering diligence. Night after night, you immersed yourself in rigorous study, methodically reviewing each cue card until the ink was exhausted and the pencils were rendered brittle from the forceful strokes onto your notebook.

Before you knew it, you graduated college majoring in hero analysis with a minor in communications.

the first few years after college were hard, without any significant connections, you had little to no experience beforehand to get any major positions in well-affiliated agencies.

Pizza for breakfast and granola bars for dinner, staying up for days and sleeping fewer nights. Going to countless amounts of interviews, passing trial after trial.

yet denied, denied, denied.

you began to lose hope, you felt that all the hard work you did was for nothing. You were fearful of the eventual future set in place for you. A dead-end office job at some random corporate office that could barely pay the bills, "comfortable" housing, and an urge to die because you never lived up to your expectations.

On a rain-soaked day in Japan, a biting chill permeated the air as the relentless downpour battered your umbrella, the droplets cascading off its surface with effortless ease. As you made your way from yet another failed interview, the weight of repeated rejection hung heavily upon you.

This time, however, you didn't feel particularly upset about it. The hero's demands were simply unreasonable, and you had no intention of acquiescing to such outlandish requests. After all, the hero's accomplishments were hardly noteworthy and their reputation was far from impressive. Barely reaching the top 100 rated heroes in Japan, he wasn’t worth any second of your time.

With a resigned sigh, you trudged out into the bustling streets of Japan, surveying the sea of faces before you with a critical eye. Among the throngs of people passing by, you observed carefree children strolling hand in hand with their parents, and trendy teens sporting high-waisted shorts and fishnet stockings, flaunting their disregard for the curfew that surely awaited them.

The distinction between the two groups of people made you notice something…you either abide by the rules or defied them.

So then what were you?

You were the simpleton of course, sadly...

Like so many others trudging along these rain-soaked streets, you found yourself caught up in the unrelenting hustle to secure a job that would never truly fulfill you. Your expression was weighed down by the burden of this unending search, with a heavy heart and a growl in your stomach. you absentmindedly made your way into a nearby ramen shop.

the chill of the rain subsides to the warm embrace of the restaurant. Bustling voices of citizens and the loud clanks of kitchenware. you were greeted by the workers and you bowed. setting your things down at an absent table, you look over to the ordering tablet. clicking a couple of buttons, you ordered your meal. Before you could sulk in your seat, your phone buzzes.

Jolting in surprise, you pick up the phone to read the contact name:

UA WORKFORCE CORP.

Your eyes lit up with unbridled joy as a rush of adrenaline surged through your body. The reason for this sudden surge of excitement was none other than the prospect of being selected as a trainee with UA Corporations, whether it be through the prestigious school or one of the legendary hero agencies affiliated with it.

It all began last year when you submitted your application, and the possibility of this dream finally becoming a reality now had you feeling electrified.

Around a couple of months, you've passed through multiple rounds of other people who have applied for the position. Interview after interview, test after test, you knew that if you got the job you'd be on the track that led you to your dream.

"hello!" you said excitedly.

"yes, hello, is this l/n y/n?" a woman says on the other end of the line. You quickly confirm your identity with the woman. "hello there, I'm here to give you acknowledgment of the results of the final round pick for the UA CORP. affiliates position." the woman's voice rang through your phone, heart beating fast...breath staggered your reply.

"y-yes?" you stuttered.

"Yes, l/n, I'm sorry to inform you--"

[CALL ENDED]

With a swift press of a button, you ended the call, throwing your phone onto the table you sit in silence. tears began to stream down your face as you lowered your head to the table. Your body was wracked with sobs, each tear that fell causing your breath to catch in your throat.

why are you not good enough?

As the weight of reality bore down on you, your tears flowed even harder, your throat constricting as you tried to swallow. Was all your hard work for so reason? Are your dreams non-attainable? Is this just not the past you're destined to take?

After a moment, you sat back up in your seat, heedless of the tears and makeup staining your white button-down shirt. With red-rimmed eyes, you reached for your phone and began to scroll through Google, determined to find some sort of solution to the crushing blow you had just been dealt.

'office jobs near me.'

biting your lip, you try and stop your lip from quivering. you felt as if you were destined for despair since you were a child.

Like so many others, you too idolized heroes when you were young, running around your house with makeshift masks and capes that resembled the same heroes you watched on TV. Full of youthful hope and possessing a fairly decent quirk, you dreamed of one day joining the ranks of these legendary figures.

Fast forward a few years, and you found yourself in middle school. After a long day of classes, you trudged your way back home, collapsed onto your bed, and drifted off into a deep sleep, ready to take on whatever the next day had in store for you.

but the only thing is, you didn't wake up.

you didn't wake up for another three days to be exact. when you finally awoke in the hospital, your parent broke the news to you. You seemed to catch a very rare parasite, this parasite can leave the host sickly with fever, very drowsy, and worst of all...

quirkless.

The following week at school, you shared the news with your classmates: you were essentially quirkless now. But instead of receiving words of encouragement and hope, you found yourself labeled an outcast by everyone around you.

"the girl who lived, but at the cost of her quirk."

Years later, the news still shook you to your core, and you couldn't help but feel stunned. present day, you've noticed that you could still use your quirk from time to time. around 10 times a year, your quirk would come and go in little spurts. but as time grew long, you became accustomed to not using it for a long time, so you never did.

so now here you were, alone, quirkless, and a soon to be slave to the corporate world.

cheeks stained with mascara, eyes red, and head pounding, you look over to the ordering tray, sliding out the hot ramen ready to be consumed.

"at least this ramen can make me feel better," you mumbled to yourself. Taking the large bowl from the tray, you set it out on the table and began to dig in. As you eat, you begin to scroll ok your phone looking for regular office jobs…

Manager at printing company? No.

Office associates needed at tech company? No.

Receptionist at steel company? No way.

Senior communications analyst? What?

Scroll, scroll, scroll.

Deny, deny, deny!

This can’t be your reality right? How are you going to break this down to your parents?

Deep in thought, you didn’t even realize that someone slid in your booth. Tapping away on your phone, you open your messages.

Group chat: Mom & Dad

you: hanging in there! So close!

letting out a sigh, you open the camera app. Looking at the screen you see yourself, torn up from the floor up. Eyes a faint pink contrasting from the red they were a few moments beforehand. Pressing your lips together into a line, you quickly tap your screen to flip your camera.

Flipping your camera, you stare at the screen. A man appears on the other side, as he looks at the camera in embarrassment.

Eyes widening you gasp, “Excuse me, but there’s other seats around,” you try to sound as nice as possible, but why should you be nice if today hasn’t been so nice to you back?

The man was covered in black from head to toe, black hood on tight, as he looks at you. Black-shaded glasses and a matching face mask on him.

“Um, can I sit with you please?” He says.

Rolling your eyes, you become irritated, “no. now if you can please move–“

“Please, I can’t sit alone, people will notice me!” He whispers, body leaning in towards you, jolting backward, you frown in confusion.

“What?” You say, tone cold and filled with irritancy.

“Um…listen this is the only time I’ve got to myself, and I love this place! And if people see me alone then they’ll notice me, so can I just please sit with you?”

Blinking rapidly, you grew quiet.

Looking around, you see no one looking toward you or the mysterious man ahead of you. Looking back, you then sink into your seat. Grabbing your face with your hands, you soon let out a deep sigh.

“Sure, fuck it, go ahead, this day can’t possibly get any worse!” You laugh to yourself. This makes the man’s head tilt. “May I ask why your day is bad?” He says. Removing your hands from your face you give him a deadpan look. Licking your lips you sit up from your chair and grab your utensils.

Stirring your noodles around you let out a dry chuckle, “Let’s just say things never go the way I want them to—and there’s also a random man in front of my face when I could really like being alone at the moment…the small things.”

You say, sarcasm drenched with every word you spoke. This makes the man laugh, “Sorry your day has been shit.”

Leaning into his seat, you crossed his arms. “Maybe I can make your day better? Go ahead, have at me,” the man says.

Letting out an irritated sigh, you confess.

“The only thing that can make me happy at the moment, is if you can somehow give me a job at UA Corp.”

You chuckle, the utter impossibility of what you just said made it humorous. “Really?” The man says. “Really,” you replied back.

“I think I can do that,” he says, his tone relaxed and suave—he sounds as if he can in fact…do that.

“As if,” you snort.

“You wanna make it a bet?” He says, his tone was playful and a tad bit flirtatious. “I can get you to work for the top pro-hero’s in the country, all I need to do is make the call.” He says as every word falls off his tongue with no effort.

This peaks your interests.

“You don’t say?” you reply back.

“Who do you want to work for sweetheart? Just give me any name.” He says.

“Okay…Dynamight, I—I want to become a secretary! That’s the position!” You say, your tone desperate and hopeful.

The man smirks behind his mask, “Okay.” Pulling out his phone, he hands it to you. “Give me your number, you’ll be getting a call soon.” He says, biting your lip you grab the phone and do as he says.

You're well aware of the dangers of blindly accepting what strangers say; it's like common sense 101. And yet, here you are, drawn towards a man who's covered in black from head to toe. It's not the smartest move, but there's just something about him that makes you want to place your faith in him. You can't quite put your finger on it—maybe it's the intensity of his gaze, or the air of mystery surrounding him—but you can't help but feel a strange attraction towards him. It's a risky move, but sometimes you just have to trust your gut, even if it defies all reason.

“Do you promise?” You spoke softly, this earns a chuckle out of the man, “Of course! You’re making a deal with a god—not a devil.”

As you gaze into the stranger's dark eyes, you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. There's something about him that doesn't sit right, and whatever god he may or may not represent, he's not exactly acting like one. But despite your reservations, you continue to chat with him, and as the conversation flows, you begin to let your guard down. Eventually, you find yourself sinking back into your seat, pouting slightly as you polish off the rest of your meal. You can't quite put your finger on it, but there's just something about this mysterious man that's drawing you in, despite all the warning signs.

You're not quite sure how to process the choices you've made, given how impulsive they were. It's not exactly the wisest decision to act on a whim fueled by intense emotions, but you simply didn't give a damn. Life's been pretty rough lately, and if things are already this bad, then why not make them even worse? That seems to be your thought process, as you ride the waves of your tumultuous feelings, consequences be damned.

throwing your utensils into the empty bowl, you gather your things and shuffle out of the booth. Standing before the mysterious man, you frown. "are you going to eat anything?" you ask.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna eat somewhere else...you've made me have a taste for something different." Soon, the man jumps out of his seat and walks away, brushing past your shoulder with ease.

Astonished, you look back and watch the man leave out the restaurant in a hurry.

What just happened?

for the rest of the day, you carried yourself through your regular routine. eat, think, cry, repeat. As day turned to noon, and noon falls to night...you grew anxious for a reply from the mysterious man you met earlier today. Heart pounding and blood running cold you sit in your apartment kitchen, your phone a couple of feet away from you on the kitchen counter. As you were sitting on the other side, the wooden chair creaked with every movement you made.

You didn't know what to think of the situation before you, looking around the apartment, the shadows grew as you fell deeper into the times of night. Looking at the clock, it read 10:39pm.

Letting out a sigh, you rise from your seat and grab your phone. you head into your bedroom, crashing onto your bed (that could be softer) you lay and stare at the ceiling.

"Is this my life now?" you questioned yourself.

You purse your lips and shut your eyes tight, hoping to drift off into slumber and escape the terrible day that's left you feeling like crap. Sleep seems like the perfect distraction—a chance to shut out the world and forget all the stress and negativity that's been weighing you down. With a deep breath, you try to clear your mind and let yourself sink into the warm embrace of sleep, hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.

RING RING RING RING

the sounds of your phone sound an alarm through your body, shooting up from your bed you scramble to your phone. breath staggered and heart pounding, grabbing the phone you read the contact number.

ANONONYMUS CALLER

eyeing the phone more, you read the time. 5:57am? It's way too early to be answering calls...but you knew this call could be important. Taking in a deep breath, you answer the phone.

"h-hello?" you say, you breathed hard onto the other end. Anticipating the voice on the other end of the phone. A moment has passed by, the phone still attached to your ear, you sit on your bed waiting for someone to speak.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" you ask again, you hear nothing but static on the other end. Swallowing your spit, you curse and begin to end the call.

"l/n, isn't it?" a familiar voice rang out, eyes widening you press your ear back onto the phone. "yes! This is she!" you softly exclaimed.

"you've got the job, I'm sending you the location of where you need to be...meet me there at 8:30am sharp not a minute before, not a minute after. Do you understand me?" the voice rang cold, monotone, and raspy.

your heart was jumping out of your skeleton at this point, unable to refuse, you complied. "Okay! Thank you again, for helping me...whoever you are," you say.

"Don't mention it, you'll know who I am, and soon everything will fall into place," maybe you were hearing things, but you could hear a twinge of humor in his tone.

before you could reply, the phone disconnected from the call. you couldn't believe it. "I'm working for Dynamight?" you say aloud, in disbelief. A smile etched onto your face, but you soon wiped it off.

Standing from your bed, you began to pace. "let's not celebrate now y/n, there are still many factors that need to be noticed..."

factors which are:

where is this location?

this could be a trafficking scam

you could be dead in a couple of hours

but what if it was real?

The power of belief was astounding—it seemed that the mere possibility of something being real outweighed all other considerations tenfold. Excitement bubbled up inside you as you prepared to head to the location, eagerly zooming around your room to fix your hair and makeup. You even practiced your best customer service voice, running through lines and mentally rehearsing how you would handle different scenarios. All that mattered was making a good impression, and the prospect of the unknown made your heart race with anticipation.

"How can I help you Mr. Dynamight?" "Your meeting is scheduled at this time Mr. Dynamight" "Would you like any coffee Mr. Dynamight?" you in your sweetest voice possible. Giggling in excitement you reach for the bottom drawer of your dresser. Pulling the drawer, you smile with excitement.

"The time has come, you're finally getting what you deserve." Looking down at the clothes before you, you planned on wearing this outfit for the first day on the job.

You expected to find your outfit covered in cobwebs when you pulled it out of the drawer, but to your surprise, it was in impeccable condition. Not a single wrinkle marred the pristine fabric, and there wasn't a single stain to be found. You had ironed and steamed everything to perfection, determined to look your absolute best. Your outfit was the epitome of sophistication - a classic white button-down paired with sleek black work pants and matching heels. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as you admired yourself in the mirror, ready to tackle whatever challenges lay ahead.

throwing your clothes on, you read the clock, 7:51am. eyes widening, you look at yourself in the mirror one last time before grabbing your things and rushing out the door.

flagging down a taxi, you hurriedly give the driver the location. your heart leaped from your chest once more when you read the location details on the screen.

DYNAMIGHT RIOT HERO AGENCY ©

this is seriously happening? you thought to yourself.

"you work there ma'am?" the taxi driver asks. a new rush of pride washes over you, "yes, I do...it's my first day." you say, a shy smile paints over your face. "congrats, I heard it's not so easy getting a job at places like that, my niece tried to work there but got denied after 2 years of interviews."

"wow," was the only word that could come out of your lips.

"how'd you get in? connections?" he pries. "um...you could say that, but I think I got here out of pure luck, you wouldn't believe it." You chuckle, the man smacks his lips at your reply, obviously upset at your success. Forming your mouth into an "oh," you sit back in your seat and look away from the man.

The silence between you and the man lingered awkwardly for what felt like an eternity, as the taxi sped on for the next 20 minutes. You were relieved to finally see the agency's headquarters looming up ahead, massive in size and bold in color. The building stood tall, almost like a skyscraper, with bright hues of red and orange radiating from its walls. Your eyes widened in amazement as you watched countless people streaming in and out of the entrance, going about their day-to-day business. As the taxi slowed to a stop, the driver tried to navigate his way toward the front of the building, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and nervousness at what lay ahead.

"Thank you!" before the taxi could even stop, you jump out of the vehicle. Throwing your total amount for the ride into the car, you slam the door and rush towards the building. Clutching your briefcase tight, you swallow the lump in your throat.

Before stepping forward, you feel your phone vibrate. It's another text from the man you met yesterday.

ANONYMOUS:

walk into the building and head straight into the right elevator by the bathroom, when you get in go to the 21st floor.

when you get there, there will be a front desk. ask for red. tell them your name, and they'll know who you are.

a lady will lead you into a room, wait there until further notice.

"Here goes nothing," putting the phone away you do as you were told and walk into the building. you were absolutely astonished by the size of the first floor, to the point where you became overwhelmed. businessmen and woman hustling to their destination, mascots dancing to the faint music, trying to stay on the beat but the sound of children screaming in amusement drown out the tempo. tour guides leading the way for curious visitors.

This place was a workplace war zone...

Letting your heels carry you away, you head towards said elevators. you waited patiently in line to enter the elevator. looking at the elevators, you look at the vinyl art on it. It's a picture of Dynamight and his partner Red Riot, fists in the air and victorious smiles shining bright you read the quote on the elevator.

"Work hard, grab victory by the throat, and win!"

Very Dynamight coded, you'll say.

Packing into the elevator like sardines, you notice there's an assistant there who presses the buttons. Do they seriously need a position like that here? "Floor 21 please!" you yell out. You notice the multiple workers give you an unreadable look, frowning you hang your head low in embarrassment.

After a good 2 minutes of waiting your turn, you finally reach your designated floor. squishing past the still rather large group of people, you take in a deep breath of fresh air. Holding your briefcase tight, you look back and thank the assistant.

"good luck, you'll need it," the assistant and everyone else in the elevator starts to burst into a fit of laughter. Confused, you were about to ask why but the elevator quickly closed. Adjusting your uniform, you bite the inside of your cheek.

"Don't let them get to you y/n, this is your dream," you reassure yourself, stepping towards the front desk. you see a lady, her mid-forties at least. typing rapidly at her computer. "Excuse me, ma'am," you say softly, you watch as the lady's typing comes to a swift halt.

"yes?" she says, rather rudely, still looking at her computer.

Blinking, a little bit held back from shock "Hi, I'm here to see Red? I-I'm l/n y/n." The lady soon lets out a chuckle, turning away from you, she opens up a drawer and pulls out a paper. Pulling at the paper, she grabs a pen and writes your name down and hands you a name tag sticker.

As you examined the sticker more closely, you couldn't help but cringe at its childish design. Tiny caricatures of pro-heroes adorned the borders of the "Hi, my name is!" label, and you felt a pang of embarrassment as you peeled it off and quickly slapped it onto the left side of your chest, right over your heart. It was a small gesture, but it hurt your pride to have to wear something so unprofessional.

"Please walk into that room over there...and also, word of advice, you should start wearing all black," the lady smirks, taking her hands and running them down her body. showing you that she is in fact, wearing all black. Looking down at your white shirt, you face heats up from your embarrassment. "may I ask why?" you say. The lady continues to do her work, not even giving you a look of acknowledgement.

Nodding, you give a polite bow and head into the waiting room. As you walk into the room, you're filled with shock. the room was quite large...but there was only one seat? Deadpan in the middle of the room, the metal chair sits unharmed. you laugh out of nervousness, the sight of the chair makes the embarrassment you felt merely seconds ago wash away.

Walking to the seat, you sit and patiently wait. The sound of the fluorescent lights buzzing, at the white noise, fills your eardrums. you quietly tapped your fingertips against your briefcase to the imaginary beat in your head. looking around, all you see is the grey carpeting and white walls, and the tv straight ahead of you.

You waited for a good 30 minutes in silence, distracting yourself on your phone as you waited, and waited, and waited. You constantly kept checking your messages, hoping for another anonymous message, but was left with a dry phone.

letting out a sigh, you frown. "is this some joke?" looking around the room, you spot a security camera behind you in the corner of the room. it's blinking red light flashing into your eyes, turning around you ponder to yourself.

"This must be a joke, that's why everyone has been laughing at me this whole time. I should've never came here," defeated, you began to gather your things. As you stood up to head for the door, the lights soon cut off. you let out a yelp, walking in the dark your hands extend out for the chair behind you, soon with a sigh you sit down. The tv you saw soon cuts on, a bright white screen shines and takes over the whole room.

"WELCOME L/N Y/N!" the screen says blankly, the text blinking on and off, if this was supposed to invoke excitement, it's doing the bare minimum. you stare at the screen and wait for anything else, but the screen soon goes black. another minute in the dark passes by as you sit in your seat absolutely dumbfounded.

The screen turns on again, this time there's faint music sounding from it. soon you see a random person on the screen, probably a paid actor. "hello there fellow newbie! Welcome to Dynamight Riot Hero's Headquarters! Today, I'll be with you along the ride as we both become secretaries!" the actress, obviously way too happy to be here inquiries.

after watching the 10-minute-long do's and don't's video, the screen blinks to white again. squinting your eyes at the bright light, the black sans serif font shows on the screen again.

KEY REMINDERS:

DON'T TELL ANYONE YOU'RE A SECRETARY!

BE A GOOD WORKER!

ALWAYS BE ON TIME!

AND MOST OF ALL: WORD HARD!!

soon after the screen turns off, a couple of seconds go by and the room lights flash back on, you hiss as you cover your eyes so you don't get flash-banged for the fifteenth time. eyes still covered, you hear a door open and footsteps walk towards you.

uncovering your eyes, you look towards the floor to adjust to the bright white lighting. "so sorry, just give me a second!" you nervously chuckle. "don't worry, take your time!" the voice says politely.

wait, that voice.

It's the man you saw yesterday! Your hand soon uncovers your eyes and you look up. "It's you-" eyes shooting wide, your hand flings towards your mouth.

Red Riot?

"ah, guilty as charged! Happy to see me and not some creep aren't ya? You really need to have a better guard, I could've just been anybody!" he laughs. A frown soon shows on your face, "so you were the guy at the ramen restaurant? Why the hell was you there?" you growl. The pro-hero frowns playfully at your attitude.

"tone, little miss! that isn't a way to talk to your new boss. you know, I thought we let in a complete stranger for a second! you look so different when your face isn't soaked with tears and runny mascara." he jabs at you with a mischievous grin which makes you roll your eyes.

"Whatever. And Boss? Dynamight's my boss!" you argue. Red Riot rolls his eyes at your words, "Last time I checked, my name is out on that building and in that shitty little video you just watched." He says, somehow sounding so polite cursing at you. "And you're gonna wish you worked for me and instead of him by the end of the day"

looking at him, your frown never left your lips, "can we start now?" you say.

"Sure! right this way!" he says, walking away from you, you hurriedly grab your bags and walk alongside him. before you could reach the door the hero turns and blocks your way from seeing the other side.

"Also, uh...wear all black next time." he says, his eyes travel down your figure, and you bite your lips in embarrassment. "why?" you ask. "Because it is a thing we do here, we want everyone to be seen as equals to us, we are all people here at the end of the day, hence we all wear the same thing. Plus, it's because we say so and it looks cool." he chuckles to himself at his last words, turning around he walks away.

As you walked into the office setting, you couldn't help but feel a sense of shock and disbelief. Everywhere you looked, it seemed like the people around you were robots going about their tasks with mechanical precision. Everyone wore the same drab black outfits, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was some kind of strange joke.

The more you walked, you could feel the eyes of the other employees snapping toward you, their stifled chuckles and whispers following you with every step. It was as if they were all in on some kind of inside joke, and you couldn't help but feel like an outsider in this strange, black-button-down world.

As Red Riot led you around the office, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe wash over you. Here you were, walking alongside one of the most legendary heroes of all time. It was hard to believe that this was actually happening - that you were standing in the same room as Red Riot himself. Despite your nerves, you couldn't stop smiling as you walked, eagerly listening to every word that he had to say. It was as if you were soaking up every moment of this incredible experience, committing it all to memory so that you could remember it forever. As you continued to explore the office, you knew that this was a moment that you would never forget.

"And here's our final stop! The boss's office, the one and only Dynamight's quarters" he says. "you'll be in and out of here often, so get ready for that," he chuckles. you quickly nod at his words, "before I let you in this room, do you have any questions?" he asks. you shake your head no, licking your lips you look forward at the doors. The golden plate shined brightly as it read his name:

PRO-HERO DYNAMIGHT: かつきばくご

"Alright then!" soon, the hero bangs on the door. "see you around, fresh meat! by the way, cute sticker" he laughs, walking away from you. You were left standing in shock, did he just leave you here all alone?

"Come in," you hear a voice say. eyes snapping towards the door. You let out a shaky breath. Grabbing the door handle you slowly twist. "don't be a pussy y/n, you wanted this!" you whisper to yourself. Pushing the door open, words couldn't express the emotions you felt at this moment. Looking at your one and only inspiration in front of you, in all his glory.

Dynamight!

The sun was rising outside, casting a golden light over the room and illuminating the blond hair of the number one hero. As he looked into your eyes, you couldn't help but notice the way that his amber irises seemed to glow in the light. It was as if he was lit from within, radiating power and confidence. You took a quick glance at his attire and noticed that he was wearing a simple black shirt and matching sweatpants. It wasn't exactly business casual, but who were you to judge? This man was the number one hero, after all. He could walk in wearing a clown suit and you wouldn't bat an eyelash.

"You're the new hire? Right?" he says, his voice deep and captivating, way calmer than what you've seen on tv as it is early in the morning. You nod your head, the hero guides his hand towards the open seat in front of his desk, you follow and sit in the comfortable leather chair.

"Yes, my name is L/n Y/n!" you spoke softly, "I know." He spits back, you blame it on the early mornings. "Here are some ground rules we need to set in place, firstly..."

As he continued to speak, you found yourself hanging on his every word, completely swept up in his presence. It was almost surreal to be sitting across from the pro-hero, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and disbelief. You quickly pinched your thigh, just to make sure you weren't dreaming.

As you looked at Dynamight, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Seeing him in person was a completely different experience altogether - and you couldn't help but think that he was even more attractive up close. Maybe it was the fact that he was being so soft-spoken with you at the moment. How many people had actually seen him like this before? You couldn't help but wonder if this was a rare occurrence, and you silently thanked the heavens and the stars above that you were one of the few lucky ones to witness it.

The way his muscles flex as he holds your résumé–

Wait, how did he get your résumé?

“Excuse me?” You chime in, the pro-hero hangs his head low for a moment. Lifting his head up, he lets out a sigh, “I don’t like to be interrupted…" he looks down at your name tag for a mere moment, "l/n” he says. “I’m sorry I just have a question,” you state.

“Shoot,” he says, sarcasm oozing from his tone.

“How exactly did you get my résumé?” You asked, “What? Did you think we weren’t going to do a background check on you? You could be some psychotic fan for all I fuckin’ know,” he says, the morning rasp in his tone sends you ablaze as heat rises to your face.

“Oh! Right, well I’m not so,” you awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah I know, you’ve gotta…pretty good lookin’ résumé here,” the hero flips through a couple of pages, confirming his words.

You couldn’t believe it, the Dynamight called you qualified for the job! “Thank you so much! It means a lot to me that–“

“Okay listen, l/n, it’s early in the morning, and me and my partner just came back abroad from a goddamn mission. So imagine how I feel sitting here at this desk talkin’ to you and filling out these papers instead of in my bed sound fuckin’ asleep. I’m gonna need you to tone it down alright?” He says, his tone raises as he grows irritated at your chipper attitude.

Blinking you bow in your seat, “I’m sorry Mr. Dynamight!” You spoke softly. “Don’t call me that, please just…don’t.” The hero rises from his seat and walks towards the door, you quickly stand up and follow suit.

“What should I call you then?” You spoke, his back facing towards you, the man let out a deep sigh, his palm cradling his neck. Rubbing the sensitive spot as he quietly hisses in pain.

“Just call me Dynamight, I don’t need people to go around calling you a lost puppy looking for their owner with the damn honorifics,” he says.

A brief moment of silence enveloped the large office, as the sound of the ticking clock grew increasingly louder with each passing second. Suddenly, Dynamight broke the stillness with a deep, audible sigh, turning to face you with a look of slight exasperation on his face. It was clear that he had a lot on his mind and a lot to worry about. And it seems like you're not making it any easier.

“When you came up here to this room, I hope you noticed why everyone was laughing at you. I want you to take what you went through into deep analysis…l/n.” He says, tone sharp and crude as his eyes bore into your being.

“Why’d you sit in that waiting room with only one fuckin’ chair? Eh?” He says, a hint of humor in his tone. Your frown at him, looking down you try to really think back as to what happened.

“I’m sorry, Dynamight—I’m not sure.” You spoke, this makes the hero frown. “The reason why—is because every secretary that has worked for me, has quit.”

oh.

Swallowing your spit, you nod understanding the real reasoning behind the dirty looks and laughs. “Every single secretary that has been under me quits in no less than three months you wanna know why? Because of me.” He says as a sinister smile tugs at his lips, almost as if he’s proud of it.

“Well…how do you know that I’m not different?” You mumbled. The hero lets out a chuckle, because—I got a feeling you won’t last a month. You can prance around here with your happy attitude and white button-down, but I and you both know that you’re supposed to wear black.”

Why the hell does wearing black matter so much here?!

“So you’ve already defied me once, you get three strikes, no if, and's, or but's about it. And we both know what happens when you get to strike three,” he says smugly. “Don’t we?” He asks. Frowning, you hung your head low to avoid his fiery gaze.

“Yes…Dynamight, we do.”

You couldn't deny the fact that you were a little bit scared about what the future held for you here. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation as you walked through the office. You were determined to make the best of this opportunity, even if it meant dealing with a difficult boss or two. After all, you were ready to face any challenge that came your way, as long as it meant being able to take this incredible opportunity.

“Good,” he says, his smile drops and he soon opens the door, letting it slam onto the wall. This makes you jump, you quickly gather your things and follow behind.

You watch as all the employees ride from their seats and greet the hero. But he doesn’t give as much as a mumble back in reply.

“You’re going to be following me around for the day, can you do that task?” He asks, you nod and speak, “Yes, Dynamight I can.”

You were happy to be alongside the hero, he was your inspiration, your happiness, your sadness, but little did you know from now on.

You’d hate his guts.

HEY GUYS! Honestly did not expect for this to blow up, thanks so much for the kind words! ALREADY CLOSE TO 600 FOLLOWERS? It’s literally been two days you guys are crazy!! I wanted to make sure that I got this done by today, even though this literally took me forever to complete.

I have so much on the way, trying out a different format for my theme. Hope you guys take notice in it. Till then!

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thatsexcpisces · 2 years

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Astrology observations pt. 2

- If a woman has her Lilith aspecting her ascendant, she’s usually likely to attract men who are older than her as she is seen as innocent and in need to be taken care of (same usually applies to cancer rising women!)

- Sagittarius sun’s are good at pretending they care about what you’re saying or talking about but the whole time they wanna leave or are spaced out thinking about something else

- DONT try to argue with a Saturn dominant or ruled person (cap/aqua) you will regret it bc not only will they try and make you feel stupid for having a different opinion but they won’t stop talking until they feel they have successfully dragged you down completely

- I’ve noticed that people who have a water mercury + an air/earth mars usually try to communicate their emotions with the most sentimental and good intentions but it comes off as cocky, detached, and as if they’re trying to one-up and disrespect the other person

- Leo placements have such a welcoming energy to them. They know how hurtful it is to be excluded and ignored so they always make sure to make their friends and others a part of the conversation and talk to them

- Virgo, Pisces, Capricorn, And Libra placements are the PURE energy of: lady in the streets, freak in the sheets

- Scorpio/Capricorn or Pluto/moon in the 2nd house have such a seductive and sexy voice

- Sagittarius & Aquarius risings have NO FILTER, they do not give a fuck about who’s feelings they’re gonna hurt as long as the truth is set in stone

- Its always those Libra mercuries who secretly stir the pot and start the drama but then sit there in silence when shit gets intense 💀

- Saturn in aspect to Pluto people:

are you okay?

- People with heavy 8th house energy or an 8th house stellium May feel that they are always going through constant changes and ups & downs in their life. Usually unexpected changes that they didn’t ask for but already have to adjust to

- Whether you like Gemini’s or not, you can’t say that they aren’t the life of the party. Ruled by mercury and as a mutable air sign, they always know what to say and how to make people laugh and have a good time

- Having an earth sign in the 4th house could probably indicate that you’ve had a parental figure (mostly mother) who made you feel forced to always overwork yourself and do the best and even please them with accomplishments

- Leo, Capricorn, Scorpio and Aries moons usually have a horrible relationship with their father

- Leo and Libra in the big 3 gives someone an amazing and trendy sense of style that others admire and may try to copy

- I feel like people overlook how fake Taurus moons (mostly underdeveloped) can act. These people are jealous and possessive so if there’s anyone that makes them feel insecure or triggers those traits of theirs, they will form an inner or secret hatred towards them. Unless you’re super close to them as a friend or in general, it’s very likely for them to talk bad about others and act nice to their face

- A lot of Aries men I’ve met are usually car guys or they’re like really into cars and having them. A lot of them also tend to be very athletic and involved in sports

- Chiron in the 4th or 11th house (or in cancer & Aquarius) indicates someone who felt left out all their life and is they are different than others and don’t fit in. Chiron in 4th/cancer is more in a family sense where maybe they felt unwelcome or like the black sheep of the family where 11th/Aquarius is more in social groups and settings where they feel different and misunderstood by peers/acquaintances

#astrology #astrology observations #hot takes #zodiac #zodiac signs #capricorn #taurus #pisces #leo #gemini #aries

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vampkaashis-wife · 1 year

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“I don’t get it,” Akaashi says, putting down the two cups of coffee he’s just made. He kisses the top of your head as he sits down next to you. You’ve got your journal out, scratching something either very important or very unimportant into it (it’s hard to tell sometimes, this early in the morning).

“And that’s why it’s my journal and not yours.” You look at him, leaning in to kiss his cheek as thanks for the coffee. “I don’t understand your spreadsheets either.”

“Not that,” he retorts, grumbling something about the utility and value of spreadsheets at the end of that statement. “I don’t get why you keep wearing my Fukurodani jacket.”

“Because you gave it to me and it’s mine?”

“Yeah, but.... high school Keiji sweat buckets in that thing.”

“Did high school Keiji - or his mom - put it in the laundry after? I’m not scared of your sweat, babe.”

“I have new ones! Where the white is not as... worn.”

You wrinkle your nose. “No offense to the neighborhood association, but they don’t have the same atmosphere as Fukurodani. Not even close.”

And, yeah, you’ve got a point there. When your formative years are spent setting for pro athlete and Olympian Bokuto Koutarou, there’s not a lot that the neighborhood uncles can do to match that energy. Especially not when you were also playing against the Miya twins and Kozume Kenma and the crazy kids from Karasuno.

“They’re doing their best,” he says lamely. “They - we - just love the sport a little less.”

You study him as he says that, the little fidget that always accompanies such a statement manifesting in the way he adjusts his glasses. “You know no one cares that you didn’t chase Bokkun to go pro.”

“I-”

“You’ve been thinking about it a lot lately; I’ve been watching you watch his games.”

“Do you think I would’ve made the national team?”

“Honest answer?”

“Yeah.”

You pause, sipping noisily at your coffee. “No, I don’t think you would’ve made it.” His eyes light up in surprise, then his eyebrows pull together in confusion. You explain, “I loved watching you play in high school. You were so lively, so joyous, so... loved.”

And he was loved. The only second year in a sea of third years (and Onaga), Akaashi Keiji was loved like no other on the Fukurodani team.

“But I think this suits you more. Being able to be home with me on the weekends, cursing about your editing job, visiting all the trendy new restaurants that pop up on your social media. I think about it whenever I see you think about it, and no matter what mind games I play, I think I like this Keiji better. The househusband.”

“I am not a househusband.”

You snort. That was what he got out of that? “Oh, you’re right. That’s Myaa-sam. My bad.”

“Hey!”

He’s not really offended. Both of you are well aware of the charms of Miya Osamu.

“For the record,” you add, “You couldn’t hear me cheering for you if you played pro. But you can when you play locally because the venues are smaller.”

He smiles. “I’ll always hear you, love.”

and that’s when you get on his back about never hearing you when you ask him to do errands and/or chores and he concedes defeat!

#yes this was written bc i keep wearing the hoodie #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu x reader #akaashi keiji fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic

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nordickies · 1 year

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Clothing style swap? 👀 your pick for who with who

This would be such a cute idea to do!... if I had specific outfits for the Nordics. They all dress up in modern attire, mostly in dark and muted colors. But I think Finland and Sweden would have the biggest style difference, for sure.

Also totally unrelated but oh god, I didn't consider the legit height difference between these two until now-

I think Sweden is the most stylish of the group, definitely having an inherent sense of style. He buys high-quality pieces, especially from local brands, and he's very trendy. Everything is very minimalistic and monochrome with a clean design; no crazy patterns. I think Swe is very environmentally conscious these days, so he has a small, versatile, and timeless wardrobe. He dressed up in longer coats, well-fitted pants, and jeans. A classic button-up and a high-quality sweater always work! He's practical with his clothes, and dresses according to weather, but he still wants to make sure the outfit looks good.

Finland on the other hand has no sense of fashion. He doesn't understand trends. He wears graphic t-shirts and hoodies, which are usually too oversized for him. And he likes wearing practical clothes like hiking pants; They're just comfortable to use and perfect for various activities. His closet is just full of functional winter and sports gear. Also, he might dress up in bolder colors or patterns than the rest of the Nordics. All kind of formal wear is just uncomfortable for him, and he fears overdressing for occasions as he wants as little attention to himself as possible.

Norway dresses up for comfort first and foremost. And he avoids color, practically everything besides his folk clothes is black or dark grey. He finds that it's more important to be comfy and practical, so he might dress up very informally in work settings too. It's not unheard of for him to show up in meetings in a regular sweater. This man has a collection of windbreakers, raincoats, quality winter jackets, beanies, and functional shoes. But if he feels particularly stylish, he might throw on a leather jacket. But that's for summertime only and if the weather forecast is clear.

Denmark praises athleisure. He's always going everywhere with a bike anyway, so loose and non-restricting clothes (that are well-fitted) are the key. He wears a lot of layers and always remembers to bring something rainproof. And sneakers, always wearing white dad sneakers. He's quite stylish, even though he doesn't consciously try to be. Also, don't tell Sweden, but Denmark might have stolen one or two clothing pieces from him that he found particularly nice.

Iceland dresses up for practicality. In his words, there is no bad weather, just bad clothes. It's better to bring too much clothing than too little, and you might catch him with a Parka-jacket well into the summer season. Back home, he's not too concerned with his style, but if he's visiting some other place or having guests over, he suddenly gets very conscious of what he'll wear. He fears that he dresses up too "old" at times, but instead, he gets a lot of praise for his clothes. He's probably so late on trends, that his clothes end up becoming fashionably vintage. Sweaters are his favourite, with a nice quality pair of pants and hiking boots, what else do you need?

#hws finland #hws sweden #my art #headcanons

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eastbubble · 23 days

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being on a mission with krueger was something you never thought would be this hard. the things you both were assigned to do were relatively easy, just some patrolling here and there, heavily loaded assault rifles only in hand because they are a tiny bit intimidating to anyone that tries to come close to the area. hard rough kevlar helmet on your pretty head only for show as it was more that 100% sure nobody actually armed or dangerous would come near this place.

whatever happened during the day was never the hard part.

at night, the small little tent you two shared got so hot! steaming, even, because the sun still being up long after 8 pm on a warm summer day absolutely heated up the rubbery texture of the dark green, military issued tent. you already told him to pack the whole thing away and set it up somewhere else, a bit deeper into the woods, but he refused! :(

and he refused because he already knew what was going to happen :( you’d get so frustrated and the anger in you would obviously turn into just sexual tension between the two of you! it’s so obvious, and your silly brain never even thought of this before.

and before you even realize it, krueger is clawing at your bulletproof vest with his gloved hands, tugging it off desperately, not even waiting for your okay, he just did what his hands wanted to do. he quickly zipped your camouflage print pullover off of you, revealing your pretty body under it and a trendy black sports bra! so this is what female soliders are wearing around here.. but he obviously couldn’t spend too much time examining you like that because his own sweat was already pooling behind his neck and the material of his tactical pants felt extremely tight around his crotch area </3

so he grabbed and kneaded what he could!! slowly getting you out of your pants too, roughly and desperately undoing his own belt with his free hand, not even caring to take off his gloves as he just had to start stroking himself! what a pervert..

and now it felt even warmer inside the tent, even though your clothes were off it still felt like you were in a sauna! this whole situation was already as bad as it could get but you just couldn’t care about it. nothing mattered right now — and when he started circling your clit with his gloved index finger 😵‍💫 you couldn’t hold your shaky moan in anymore.

#part 2?#krueger #sebastian krueger #krueger cod #cod #call of duty #aaaaaah #brainrot #krueger smut

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so, i scrolled through your blog for a second because i saw you getting hate on my dash. all your opinions seem pretty in line with mine, tbh. haven't seen anything on trans people, though—what's your stance on that?

So, quick run down, feel free to ask more specific questions if you want more specific answers, but basically:

Trans people--people who have been diagnosed with gender dysphoria by a reputable psychologist--have my sympathy. It must be horrible to feel like you're living in the wrong body. I wish there was a better treatment for this condition than permanent, body mutilating surgery, but unfortunately the modern medical industry is making too much money on "transitioning" to focus on finding the cause for gender dysphoria and looking for a real cure. If these people make a real effort to pass and act like normal people, I'm perfectly willing to call them by the opposite set of pronouns.

The pronoun warriors who treat gender as a feeling and are only being "trans" because it's cute and quirky and trendy are annoying and doing harm to actual trans people, and I can't wait for this fad to die down so teenage girls with self-esteem problems and daddy issues can go back to being emo kids. These kinds of people get nothing but ridicule from me. I won't use any of their, usually made up and absolutely ridiculous, pronouns.

The TRAs, though, are the enemy. They're the ones pushing trans ideology on children, destroying women's sports, and invading women's spaces, among other awful things. Those people must be fought and turned back wherever they're encountered. Which leads us to the last set:

The victims of the TRAs and the abusive trans medical industry that enables them. The kids and young adults with untreated mental illnesses, who are going through puberty, or are otherwise vulnerable to the manipulations of groomers and predators. These are the people who my heart breaks for. They're victims of a cult and they should get help deprogramming themselves and reversing any treatments or surgeries they may have been talked into getting so they can live as normal a life as possible. There's a small but rapidly growing group of adults who have had their lives ruined as children by predatory trans activists, and I wish to God there were more legitimate resources to help them.

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mimamongbusowg · 10 months

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KEN CUSTOM CONTENT COLLECTION (GRETA GERWIG'S BARBIE)

Get ready to give your Sims a stylish makeover with our latest creation inspired by Greta Gerwig's iconic Barbie series. We're thrilled to present Ken's sensational sportswear outfit, complete with a trendy vest, shorts, and sleek roller skates. But that's not all – we've also designed an irresistible beach ensemble featuring a vibrant beach shirt and cool shorts for those sunny days by the shore.

CAS PREVIEW:

This set will be available for early access for $5 patrons and above. Starting today, you'll have an exclusive opportunity to dress your Sims in these fantastic outfits and make them the envy of their neighbors. For everyone else, mark your calendars for August 3rd! That's when we'll be releasing the Ken Custom Content Collection to the public.

Set Includes:

Ken Sports Visor

Ken Sports Vest

Ken Sports Rollerskates

Ken Sports Shorts

Ken Beach Shirt

Ken Beach Shorts

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Thank you for being a part of our journey, and we can't wait to see your Sims rocking Ken's new outfits in the game. Stay tuned for more updates and surprises – we have plenty of exciting content coming your way!

✨ Early Access for $5 Patrons starts today! ✨

📅 Public Release: August 3rd 📅

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footygirl114 · 2 years

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Falta de Comunicación (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

The winning story from my asks as promised, sorry its a day late, had a shit week but wanted to get something out for y’all. Hope y’all enjoy this rollercoaster of angst.

The last thing you expected when you finished teaching your final class for the semester was to be stood up by your girlfriend. She had texted you the night before to let you know she has reserved a table at a trendy restaurant near your school and wanted you to meet her there to celebrate. You sat there for an hour nursing a cocktail before you gave up and went home.

It wasn’t till almost midnight when she had texted you an apology as she had gotten caught up at a media event the federation had asked her to come to and she lost track of time. You knew when you started dating a football star that things would be tricky but you had no idea how left behind you would feel.

You had met Alexia almost two years ago, you had moved to Barcelona to teach English and never expected to meet someone that you would change your life for. The plan was a 6 month contract and then move on to another country as you wanted to see the world. You were only in Barcelona for a month when you met the superstar, and now you had signed on full-time and bought an apartment here.

Alexia and a few of her teammates were involved in a local schools sports day at Camp Nou, as a newer teacher you had volunteered to supervise the event and were involved in some set up. While you were there early before the kids you were introduced to Alexia, and the rest of the day was spent flirting with her between events. When the kids had left and you were getting ready to head out, she had approached you and offered to show you around the city.

The first time you met up with her, she really did just show you the city. It wasn’t till the end of the day when she walked you home and she place a kiss on your cheek. She nervously avoided eye contact and asked if you would let her take you on a date. You thought she was adorable and you were just as infatuated with her.

It took 6 weeks before you were able to have your first date, as she was in Spain camp, and then had a string of away games. Once you did have that first date you both were inseparable when neither of you were busy. Until she had to leave again for training camps. Starting your relationship this way made you appreciate the time you did spend together and you knew you would have to have patience.

Now almost 2 years since you met her you knew she was the one for you, you had only been together for just over a year with all the time spent apart, but you had no doubts that she was the one for you. The only problem was she was gaining popularity and as a teacher of teenagers, you both decided to keep your relationship out of the public eye. Which meant that as she got busier, you often got left behind.

Missing a dinner wasn’t that big of a deal in the end as she showed up to your condo the next morning, with coffee, breakfast and an apology. You knew she was trying her best and that you would just need to have some patience with her.

It was only a week later when Alexia had stood you up again. Both of you had your own apartments but were talking about getting a place together, you had reached out to realtor friend who offered to met with you both to go over the specifics. Alexia had given you a time that she knew she was free, as you were on school break you could make anything work. She had been busy with interviews and media for the upcoming Ballon d’or ceremony, so you let her dictate when you could meet.

Texting her in the morning before your appointment, she confirmed she would be there in the afternoon. You ended up having to meet with the relator alone, and you were not able to go over any specifics. Alexia was unreachable and you were definitely annoyed.

Heading back to your apartment after the embarrassing meeting was when your phone rang, you saw it was Alexia and immediately picked up asking “Where were you?”

“Lo siento hermosa, I was at a photoshoot and I didn’t have my phone on me” she immediately apologises.

You shake your head but remember that she cant see you so you ask “Why did you tell me you would be free today for this meeting?”

“Babe, I promise I was free but when I got a call this morning about the club needing me for a photoshoot I thought I could make it work too, Im sorry” she says, you can tell she feels bad and you start to feel your anger slip a bit.

“Are you done with the shoot now?” you ask your love.

She pauses and then adds “Yes, but I am going out with some of the sponsors for a drink, they want to buy me dinner”

You want to be upset but you can’t, you would never hold her back from doing what she loves. You know she’s doing this because she believes that this is how she can grow the woman’s game. “Okay, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Of course hermosa, Mama is so excited to see you” she says and then adds on “Te amo Y/N, i’ll see you tomorrow morning”

“Adios love” you reply as you both hang up. As you get home to an empty apartment you settle on your couch and all you can think about is how easy it is for her to forget about you. You have been so excited about the possibility of living with your love, that you have been waiting for this meeting for weeks. Maybe you think she just isn’t as in it as you are.

Falling asleep that night with the doubts of not being enough was what plagued your dreams.

A few days later, after having spent some time with Alexia you felt a bit better. You were in your last week of school holidays and you had hoped to spend some more time with your love, but she had some team commitments that she needed to be at. You had a free day with no plans when your phone rang. It was Leila asking what you were up to since she was bored and wanted to do something. You agreed to meet up with her and grab an afternoon drink on a patio.

You and Leila had bonded immediately the first time you had met Alexia’s teammates. She was one of your closest friends in Spain and you were grateful that she felt the same about you and wanted to hang out without alexia around.

Once you both got settled and ordered a drink you asked her the question that was bothering you “So Ale told me that you guys had training this week and she would be busy?”

Leila looked over at you confused by the question and answered honestly “No, we start next week. I’m not sure who’s she’s training with, most of the team is spending this week back home before starting back next week.”

You feel your heart sink, you never thought that she would lie to you. It was this moment you couldn’t help but to think that maybe you aren’t enough for Alexia, and she needed someone better than you. You start to feel tears in the corners of your eyes, you go to wipe them away and say “Im sorry.”

“No no Y/N, don’t be sorry for being upset about something. I am here for you” Leila immediately says and reaches over and squeezes your hand.

Squeezing her hand back you tell her “I don’t want to talk about it really, can we just enjoy the sunshine?”

She smiles at you and nods as she adds on with a smile “so do you want to hear what I got up to on vacation?”

“Of course Leila, thank you” you say and smile at your friend as she dives into an elaborate story that very easily makes you laugh at her antics. One thing you are super happy about is that you have Leila and you know she is there for you.

It’s a few days later when you finally see Alexia again, and not in the way you were expecting. It was late and you had decided on an early night in as you had to go into your class room the next morning to get your self organised for the start of classes the following week. You are settled in bed reading, when there is a loud bang on your door. It startles you and then you hear a knock and your name.

hoping out of bed and heading towards the door, you look through the peephole and see Alexia leaned on the wall looking worse for wear. You unlock the door and usher her into your apartment with an “Ale? What are you doing here?”

She steps off the wall walks into your apartment as soon as you close and relock the door, she’s on you. Alexia is immediately in your space and has pressed your back against the door with her body, she has you pined as she leans in and presses her lips to yours. You can smell the alcohol on her and taste it in her mouth, you try to push her away but she’s stronger than you and you have to admit you did miss her.

It isn’t until it takes her three tries to unzip her coat that you are reminded of her drunk state, but also how annoyed you still are with her. You push her back with a “Ale stop.”

She continues to press for a moment until she catches up with you pushing against her, she steps back with a confused look as she says “I missed you amor.”

You step out of her space and say “Ale you are drunk.” At this point she hasn’t moved from her spot, but you step into your kitchen and grab a water and the bottle of advil. Walking back towards her you add on “Ale come on.”

She shakes out of it and turns to you and says “I’m not drunk” You look at her with knowing eyes and she shrinks and says “Im not that drunk, i’m fine.”

“Take your shoes and coat off Alexia” you order her, she obeys and walks over to you where you are standing by your couch, you hand her the water and pills and say “take these and drink this.”

As she follows your orders you turn to the closet grab the extra pillow and blanket and plop it on the couch as you tell her “Now sleep it off.”

“Y/N come on the couch?” she asks with a whine.

Turning around with your hands on your hips you say to her “Yes Alexia. I haven’t heard from you in almost a week then you show up here drunk. What did you expect?” You finish with a shake of your head as you turn towards your bedroom.

You can hear her sit down and she adds on softly before you close the door “Im sorry Y/N, I love you.” Your heart swells hearing that but your head wins out, you were too hurt to let just her words overrule her actions. You decide you need to talk to her in the morning when she is sober and lay it out on the table.

Waking up in the morning, you have butterflies in your stomach cause you aren’t sure how this conversation is going to go. Deciding you have no choice but face your girl, you step out of your bedroom into the living room. You are surprised to find it empty and to see the bed linens folded neatly on the couch. Walking into the kitchen you find a note in Alexia’s writing that says “Had a meeting with physio this morning, I’m sorry about last night xx”

You read the note a dozen times before it finally hits you. She is clearly no longer in love with you, why wouldn’t she stick around this morning, and if she had a physio appointment why did she even come over. The sinking feeling in your stomach is back, and it brings back the feelings of not being enough for her. She can have anyone she wants, and she clearly does not want you.

After turning your phone off for the day, not wanting to talk to anyone after the realisation you had that morning you got through what you needed to. When you finally turn your phone on you have a dozen missed calls from your brother, and a dozen texts. When you read the first one your stomach drops. You immediately call him and confirm the news, you father was in an accident and is on life support and they don’t know if he will make it.

You haven’t been close with your family since your mom passed away when you were 17, you had 2 older brothers who had no idea what to do with their younger sister. Your father took your mothers death hard and took to drinking, and when he was drinking he was not the nicest person to you since you still lived at home.

When you came out it became worse, and that was why you had planned to travel the world teaching english, to get away from that environment. Hearing the news about him, brought back all those memories but also all the good ones from your younger years. You were never able to grieve your mom as you were too busy trying to get out from your fathers anger, but he was still your father and you felt like you owed him and needed to be there.

You were a rock in a crisis, immediately you had booked flights, called your bosses, and packed a bag to travel. You had to be at the airport in an hour and you called Alexia, she never answered. You tried multiple times and it would ring and ring. Finally giving up you called Leila and she immediately answered and agreed to come drive you.

When she knocks you let her in and immediately she pulls you into a hug. You are so glad you have Leila in your life. “I am so sorry Y/n, I am here if you need anything”

“thank you, I will let you know, but now I just need a ride” you tell her as you turn and grab your bag.

Once you are both settled she finally asks “Where’s ale? I figured she’d be going with you?”

You haven’t cried yet, but at that you can feel the tears in the corner of your eyes. Immediately you look up to stop the tears and say “I don’t know, she hasn’t been around much”

“Im sorry Y/N, do you want me to tell her?” she asks.

You shake your head and say “No, don’t get involved please, she’s still your captain.”

She reaches over and squeezes your hand and says “you are too good for this world, but I am just a call away”

“Thank you” you say to her.

Once you land in the states and turn your phone on you notice multiple missed calls from your brother, you immediately return them and find out they are waiting for you to pull the plug on your father. You let him know you should be there in a half hour. You spend the cab ride to the hospital looking at the single text from Alexia that simply says “You called?”

You shake your head deciding not to answer her as you need all your emotions in check for this. Once you get to the hospital and directed to your fathers room, you walk in and see both your brothers with their girlfriends wrapped up in their arms. Everyone has tears in their eyes and you cant help but to wish you had your girlfriend here to comfort you.

After the goodbyes are said and the plug is pulled your brothers both pull you into a hug, but you long for Alexia’s arms. You pull away and excuse your self for a moment as you want to hear her voice. You call and get voicemail, you at least can hear her voice in the voicemail. You decide to try again, and remember its 5am there so she should at least be asleep, and a second call should trigger her do not disturb to let your call through.

It rings and rings, and when someone does pick up its a females voice you do not recognise and they ask “Who is calling at 5am and waking me up?”

Pausing you strutter in surprise, when you hear Alexia in the background sleepy ask “who is it?” you can hear the phone exchange hands and then Alexia sounding much more awake says “Y/N?”

Every scenario possible is running through your head, but you don’t know what to do, its too much all at once and you just hang up the phone. You manage to turn your phone off, and then to a bench outside before the sobs hit you in full force. You knew you weren’t good enough for her, you just never thought that she would ever do this.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #espwnt x reader

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