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getvalentined · 11 months

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An open letter to @staff

I already submitted this to Support under "Feedback," but I'm sharing it here too as I don't expect it to get a response, and I feel like putting in out in public may be more effective than sending it off into the void.

The recent post on the Staff blog about changing tumblr to an algorithmic feed features a large amount of misinformation that I feel staff needs to address, openly and honestly, with information on where this data was sourced at the very least.

Claim 1: Algorithms help small creators.

This is false, as algorithms are designed to push content that gets engagement in order to get it more engagement, thereby assuring that the popular remain popular and the small remain small except in instances of extreme luck.

This can already be seen on the tumblr radar, which is a combination of staff picks (usually the same half-dozen fandoms or niche special interests like Lego photography) which already have a ton of engagement, or posts that are getting enough engagement to hit the radar organically. Tumblr has an algorithm that runs like every other socmed algorithm on the planet, and it will decimate the reach of small creators just like every other platform before it.

Claim 2: Only a small portion of users utilize the chronological feed.

You can find a poll by user @darkwood-sleddog here that at the time of writing this, sits at over 40 THOUSAND responses showing that over 96 percent of them use the chronological feed*. Claiming otherwise isn't just a misstatement, it's a lie. You are lying to your core userbase and expecting them to accept it as fact. It's not just unethical, it's insulting to people who have been supporting your platform for over a decade.

Claim 3: Tumblr is not easy to use.

This is also 100% false and you ABSOLUTELY know it. Tumblr is EXTREMELY easy to use, the issue is that the documentation, the explanations of features, and often even the stability of the service is subpar. All of this would be very easy for staff to fix, if they would invest in the creation of walkthroughs and clear explanations of how various site features work, as well as finally fixing the search function. Your inability to explain how your service works should not result in completely ignoring the needs and wants of your core long-term userbase. The fact that you're more willing to invest in the very systems that have made every other form of social media so horrifically toxic than in trying to make it easier for people to use the service AS IT WORKS NOW and fixing the parts that don't work as well speaks volumes toward what tumblr staff actually cares about.

You will not get a paycheck if your platform becomes defunct, and the thing that makes it special right now is that it is the ONLY large-scale socmed platform on THE ENTIRE INTERNET with a true chronological feed and no aggressive algorithmic content serving. The recent post from staff indicates that you are going to kill that, and are insisting that it's what we want. It is not. I'd hazard to guess that most of the dev team knows it isn't what we want, but I assume the money people don't care. The user base isn't relevant, just how much money they can bring in.

The CEO stated he wanted this to remain as sort of the last bastion of the Old Internet, and yet here we are, watching you declare you intend to burn it to the ground.

You can do so much better than this.

Response to the Update

Under the cut for readability, because everything said above still applies.

I already said this in a reblog on the post itself, but I'm adding it to this one for easy access: people read it that way because that's what you said.

Staff considers the main feed as it exists to be "outdated," to the point that you literally used that word to describe it, and the main goals expressed in this announcement is to figure out what makes "high-quality content" and serve that to users moving forward.

People read it that way because that is what you said.

*The final results of the poll, after 24 hours:

136,635 votes breaks down thusly:

An algorithm based feed where I get "the best of tumblr." @ 1.3% (roughly 1,776 votes)

Chronological feed that only features blogs I follow. @ 95.2% (roughly 130,077 votes)

This doesn't affect me personally. @ 3.5% (roughly 4,782 votes)

#tumblr dot com #tumblr staff

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saintslewis · 3 months

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❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!journalist reader

summary: a lil joke thing i wanted to write because homeboy is bringing home the big bucks 🤭

warnings: just read 🫵🏽 this is a crack fic lol

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t take this all too seriously 😭 hope y’all enjoy plus who know i’ll actually make it into a thing 🧍🏽‍♀️

tags: @alika-4466 @purplelewlew @exotic-iris13 @arshiyuh @mauvecherie-writes @yeea-nah @youre-sooooo-funny @louvrepool @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @httpsserene @motheroffae

Being an independent journalist in this sport wasn’t easy at all but only within the parameters of any paddock around the world as most journalists rarely agreed with you, being neutral about anything in f1 wasn’t your thing.

Speaking your mind as the race went on was what set you apart from the rest, along with your humour and your honesty towards drivers and team principals. Not to mention you were extremely biased, keeping your liking to three to five drivers but only one occupied your mind every time you think about him.

I think you know who I’m talking about.

Your support for Lewis goes back to 2015, discovering the sport and immediately wanting to put your journalism skills to the test, aiming for the f1 paddock to at least catch a glimpse of the most talked about driver. Quickly building up a blog and several other social media accounts, you got to telling the world your thoughts and feelings for every race and your supporters rooted for you to achieve your goal.

Having the opportunity to attend thee race in 2020 as a guest of F1, you arrived at the Turkish Grand Prix with your head held high and a dress so gorgeous that it sparked rumours between you and the driver you were writing about. Not to mention the hug he gave you when you first met in the Mercedes garage, praising and thanking you for the support over the years. He’s been watching you and your work. That made your heart so warm.

Then he won his 7th world championship, breaking all records and that day, he deemed you his lucky charm.

And since then, it’s been a work wife-work husband friendship between you two. Fans constantly shipping you too, the clips of your shared interviews at the media pen of the intense eye contact and even off-track sightings once in a while such as a quick lunch.

yourusername • 13 mins ago

The atmosphere in Australia was unlike anything you’ve ever seen in your career, the paddock was practically painted red, Ferrari red to be specific. Everyone eager for Lewis to arrive as his first season as a driver for the legendary team.

Deciding to subtly support him and his new team, you rocked maroon everything, not yet ready to fully embrace the extreme bright red. It just might be your new favourite colour, from your hair right down to the tips of your high heeled boots.

Whilst setting your camera equipment up (gracefully given to you by Ferrari themselves), you couldn’t help but reminisce back to the year before of when he told you he was leaving Mercedes, a single facetime call in the nighttime.

“You made me pause the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, this better be good.” You said, placing the popcorn bowl down on your coffee table. Giving him squinted eyes, he just smiled at you.

“Are you alone right now?” He asked and that set aback for a bit. “You tryna do something funny, Lewis? Because you’re in Monaco right now and I’m at my house.” You raised your eyebrow at him, hiding how nervous you were to even suggest that to him but thankfully, he took it as a joke.

“No no, I’ve got some big news and I wanted to tell you before it gets out.” He replied, seeing how you stood up and placed your phone on your kitchen counter to prepare for this. “Okay, I’m ready. What’s up?” You clasped your hands together, not prepared to hear what came out of his mouth next.

“I’m moving to Ferrari next year.”

“You’re lying.” And all he did was smile as he saw your face drop at this news. He shook his head and that woke you to run around your apartment screaming. Running back to your phone, he was still there but just laughing his lungs out.

“Give me the details right now or else I’ll fly there. I’m not playing, Lew.”

A small smile was plastered on your face as you racked through the memories of that night and till that day, you still couldn’t believe it even though it was right in front of you. The media pen became louder and louder as you continued to mic yourself up along with connecting the mic to the camera and you immediately knew who caused the stir.

He already had such an aura surrounding him so much so that you could feel him whenever he entered the room. You were aware he arrived earlier and most likely changed but seeing the official team shirt on him was odd but fitting.

Lewis had a simple routine whenever he got to the media pen: everyone else then you because his time with you could be lengthened and he was so damn grateful that it was a Thursday because it meant even more time just walking around the paddock pretending it’s an interview when really, you guys were just spending time together.

After all the drivers had their interviews with you, laughing as they walked away because of some joke you told or happy that you asked different questions than everyone else. The man of the hour strolled over to your section with a look in his eye that gave you a shiver down your spine.

“Do not give me that look, Lewis. It’s weird seeing you in that shirt.” You said as he leaned against the barricade, maintaining eye contact with you. “I’m just taking in the red on you, it’s your colour.” He smirked at the reaction from you, the slight shock from the tone of his voice.

There was always a tad bit of tension between the two of you, feeling that twinge of a spark whenever he merely touched you. As you worked with over the years, you wanted your crush on him to diminish because that would just be unprofessional but he did not seem to care. At all. Often being spotted at various places together that he claimed were just two friends hanging out but just one look from him could have you in the clouds of days.

“Uh..huh. Wanna get these questions done or you wanna keep staring?” You asked with sass, watching him tilt his head a little and maintaining eye contact. “We can go right ahead, Y/n.” Lewis replied and you knew this was going to be a long interview.

Several questions later with a bunch of tension that you were sure the viewers would catch, you discreetly turned the camera to ask one of your infamous unserious questions that you did with every driver and you were sure this one were to get a laugh out of Lewis.

Holding the little card in front of you, you grinned with your left eye closing slightly more than the other. “It’s one of my favourite parts of any interview, unserious question time.” You said. “How unserious are we speaking here?” He asked with the slightest grin on his face just admiring you do your job.

“Only if you promise to answer it.” You said, holding out your manicured pinkie finger and Lewis hooked his with yours, solidifying the promise. “Okay okay, the whole world was shocked on how much Ferrari wanted you so much so that they literally doubled your salary.” You started.

“It’s now sitting at a hundred million a year. My question to you is who you gonna share it with and will it be me?”

“If you’re being serious, then it can be you.” He smiled and in that moment, your stomach dropped.

“Carl Davidson, I’m not playing around. Are you being for real?” You asked, lowering your voice so that no one could hear a thing.

He leaned in a bit more to whisper his next answer. “As real as you meeting me later on for dinner.” Lewis faced you then winked, walking away with your face still in shock. After standing there for what felt like forever, you felt your phone vibrate with a text from the man himself.

lew <3

you look gorgeous in red btw

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yourusername “anything you want, princess” — lewis hamilton.

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user give me your game card

user you’re eating the red wig DOWN

spinzbeatsinc oh for him to buy me a g wagon

yourusername you already have one???

user you gold digging bitch

user no ways 😭

user not you using him for his money

user think about it, what is he gonna do with so much??

fan she got the chance and she took it, i gotta respect it

user i hope this is a hard launch because i’ve been shipping these two for YEARS

user me too!!

lewishamilton just say the word 🫡

yourusername 🤭🤭🤭🤭

saint’s team radio (again) 🎀: hope you all enjoyed! again, this is like a crack fic lol. there’s so many stories that’ll be released soon i’m excited 🥹 okay bye!

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13uswntimagines · 4 months

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Cookies For Luck (Alessia x Leah X Child!R)

Request: If you want to continue the Alessia x Leah x kid reader you should do kid readers reaction to Leah’s first game back.

Summary: It's Leah's first game back, and your Uncle Luca taught you that cookies are the best good luck charm. In the Big emotions universe.

Warnings: none. cute Kid fic.

“Weah play?” You asked, your feet swinging back and forth.

You didn’t get to sit on the bench with the team often, and you still weren’t sure how you felt about it. Your feet couldn’t touch the floor, and no one was holding you. But you did get to sit by all of your aunts.

At least it was better than at England games when you had to sit in the friends and family section with your grandmama or Leah’s Mum or Peyton, the woman who had been your babysitter since Alessia moved back to England.

You were close enough to the field to see your aunts take on Reading, and Leah had worn her jersey for the game. You weren’t sure how you felt about that either.

The last time you saw Leah in her jersey, she had to go to the big scary building that smelt bad. There had been a lot of wires and beeping, and it made your mama cry.

You didn’t like it when your mama cried.

Alessia hummed, adjusting the Arsenal beanie you were wearing so it covered your ears. “She will after halftime,”

“Halftime cookies for luck?”

Your mama’s eyebrows furrowed, and she shared a look with Leah over your head, silently asking if this was something the defender had started with you.

Leah shrugged. It wasn’t her doing, she had never heard of halftime cookies either.

“Cookies for luck?”

You nodded emphatically. “Uncle Luca said. Worked during the cup. No have cookies, no win,”

Alessia rolled her eyes.

Of course, it was Luca who started it. The two of you were thick as thieves from the time you were born, he had even moved into her flat for a bit to help her with you because of how early you had come and how sick you were.

You had him wrapped around your finger from the first moment he held you. He was always sneaking you sweets, loud toys, or anything to annoy her. It made sense that you hadn’t had cookies at halftime during the Spain game because her Mum had watched you instead, and she was always more respectful of Alessia’s rules.

“Hard to argue with that logic,” Leah said, her lips tilting up.

“Yeah Mama,” You agreed, high-fiving Leah. Alessia rolled her eyes half-heartedly. “You can have 1 cookie at halftime,”

You looked up at your mama, a smirk that was annoyingly similar to Leah’s on your features. “Fudge striped ones so we run fast,”

It was another belief of Luca’s doing that the fudge-stripped cookies made you run faster. A belief that the entire English national team had reinforced with many foot races.

Your mama rolled her eyes again. “I’m sure we can get the fudge-striped ones,”

“Yes!” You cheered, pumping your fists. “Weah run super fast! Score goal,”

It was slightly unfair how often you and Leah ganged up on her, but your adorable celebrations when she agreed to whatever thing the two of you had come up with were too cute to pass up.

Beth snorted from Alessia’s other side. “Leah doesn’t score tiny, she stops the goals,”

You frowned, looking around your mama at her. “Not tiny,”

“Of course, you’re not,” Beth smiled indulgently at you. “Can Viv and I join you for your cookies?”

You brought your stuffed turtle up to your face, like you were having a silent conversation, before looking back towards Beth. “That ok,”

You didn’t wait for her to respond before you turned back to the game, your eyes zeroing in on Katie.

She was your favorite Arsenal player after all.

“Katie have cookie too,” You mumbled, glancing up at your mama.

She hummed, again fixing your beanie. “I’m sure Katie will be very happy to share a cookie with you too,”

You wiped your hand across your forehead, pushing the edge of the beanie up higher so it didn’t touch your eyebrows. You didn’t understand why you couldn’t be like Squirt. He didn’t need a hat.

“No share my cookie,” You muttered, glancing back up at Alessia, as Steph cleaned up an attempt by the women in blue. “Eat own,”

“Yes, you can have your own,” Leah sighed from behind you.

Sharing was still something they were working on with you, and generally, you shared pretty well. The only thing you didn’t like to share was food.

You nodded, turning back to the field just as Katie sent a ball into Stinia’s path, your eyes lighting up.

“Goal!” You cheered as she slotted the ball past the keeper, bouncing in your seat. “Stinia get cookie too,”

Alessia hummed, pulling you into her lap so you didn’t fall off of the bench. “I think we’ll all have some good luck cookies,”

*****

You were positively bouncing by halftime, even escaping your mama’s hold after the whistle blew and running straight for Katie. She caught you with ease, tossing you in the air before settling you on her hip.

She carried you to the tunnel while you babbled almost incoherently about the fudge cookies you were going to eat, over-excited about the treat you got to have before dinner.

You wiggled out of her grasp as soon as you were safely inside the changing room, helping the equipment staff pass out the cookies while Jonas waited patiently to begin his halftime talk. He took his own cookie with a smile before you settled yourself in your mama’s lap, nibbling on the treat to make it last while he talked.

To be honest, his speech was pretty boring.

It mostly consisted of him showing them a whiteboard with X’s and O’s and using big words that you didn’t really understand, but you knew you had to be quiet through it.

The cuddles made it acceptable though. You leaned your head against your Mama’s chest and she wrapped her arm tightly around you. Your free hand was tangled with Leah’s as she ran little circles on the back of it.

You liked it when you got to sit with both of them. It made you feel safe, though not as safe as when you were tucked into their big bed between them.

You noticed that her knee shook, bouncing her arm and jiggling your hand.

You frowned.

Her knees only bounced when you were on them. Or that one time you were with her after recovery and she showed you a very pretty sparking stone on a ring in a red velvet box that you weren’t supposed to tell your mama about.

You were pretty sure she didn’t have it with her now. She told you it was special, and you didn’t think the locker room was cool enough for her to give it to your mama now.

“And of course, we’ll be welcoming Leah back onto the pitch,” Jonas smiled, and the changing room erupted into applause. “She’ll come on in the 80th minute for Steph. Other than that, let’s keep playing our best,”

More cheers broke out from the team as he finished his talk, and you frowned. Was Leah bouncing because she was scared to play?

You wanted to ask her, but Mama always said asking people if they were afraid usually just made their chest hurt more. You didn’t want to make it worse.

But maybe another cookie would make it better.

You shoved the last bit of your cookie into your mouth and wiggled out of Alessia’s grasp. You stumbled when your feet hit the floor grabbing the nearest person to steady.

It happened to be Katie.

“Easy bug,” She said, squatting down to talk to you, and fixing your special Arsenal jersey that said Assistant Coach in big letters.“Ya ready to watch Lee play?”

You shrugged, wiping your hands over the 6 on your red sweatpants, searching for the yellow pack of cookies with the elves on it. “Beth say Leah no score,”

“Did she?” Katie frowned at your distraction. They all knew how obsessed you were with scoring goals.

You nodded vehemently. “It’s the best when Mama or Leah score. Why no score?”

“Your Leah is a defender so she stops goals,” Katie tried to explain, turning her head to see what you were looking for. “Ya alright?”

You hummed, dragging your arm across your face to get rid of the crumbs on your lips. “Gotta get nother cookie for Weah. Her knee bounce,”

Katie smiled, ruffling your beanie. “I think they’re all gone, the Elves took em back,”

Your nose scrunched. “They always steal them,”

It was unfair that they always took them back to Keebler before you could steal more than the ones your mama gave you.

“They do,” Katie chuckled, pushing herself to stand. “But I bet you and your mama and your Leah will get a nice treat after the game,”

You turned back to your mama to see her already standing up, your puffy jacket in her hands. You wilted a little bit but stepped up to allow her to wrap it around you before you turned to Leah. She pushed herself to her feet, shifting awkwardly as your mama kneed in front of you.

You had never seen your Leah look so… nervous.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Alessia said, catching your chin with one hand and holding up a white cloth with the other.

You pulled away from the washcloth your mama was using to wipe your mouth, grabbing at Leah’s hand.

Mama always held you when you were anxious, and she said squeezes were the best remedy when your heart couldn’t stop pounding in your chest. Maybe it would be as good as the fudge cookies.

“I walk with Weah,” You said, squeezing Leah’s hand in three slow pulses.

Alessia was already nodding. “You can walk out with Leah, just let me get the chocolate off of your face,”

You huffed but tilted your face up to allow her to clean the remaining crumbs from your lips. Your eyes squeezed shut as the cool cloth moved in quick, practiced motions across your mouth, and you squeezed Leah’s hand a little tighter.

She squeezed back, holding onto you tightly until Alessia was done.

“All done,” Alessia hummed, fixing your beanie. “Ready?”

You looked up at Leah, she was biting her lip, so you frowned back up at your Mama. “Leah need nother cookie to make her feel better, but the elves stole em,”

They shared a look over your head.

“Let me see if I can get one,” Your mama said, and you turned back to Leah.

She let out a long breath before kneeling so she could face you.

“Can we have a chat for a second bug?” She asked, but you knew it wasn’t a question.

You didn’t like it when you had to have a chat with your mama or Leah. It usually meant that you would have to go to bed without a story, or your warm milk. Or worse, that you would have to sit in time out after the game instead of running around with the team.

You looked down, scuffing your shoe on the locker room floor. “Yeah,”

“Hey, why the long face?” She nudged your chin so you looked up, a slight smile on her lips. “Is talking to me so bad?”

“We only chat when I can’t have sweets,” You muttered.

Leah chuckled, shaking her head. “No, we chat all the time. In the car, on the sidelines. It’s not a bad thing.

“Oh,” your eyebrows furrowed, and the little crinkle appeared between them.

“I want to chat because it seems you’re a bit worried that I’m nervous,” She said softly, finding the cooler of your jacket.

Her and Alessia always thought it was important to explain emotions when they were happening. You were still learning to recognize and express them.

You shrugged. “You moving lots, like when you showed me the -…”

Her hand covered your mouth, cutting you off before you could blurt out the secret you had been keeping for her, and her head whipped around the practically empty changing room to make sure no one overheard it.

“It’s a bit like that, but different,” She explained, carefully pulling her hand away. “I’m very excited to play again, but I don’t want to let everyone down,”

Your nose scrunched.

It was impossible for your Leah to let you down. She was fantastic, even if she didn’t score as much as Mama.

You would love her if she scored no goals at all.

“Never let me and Mama down,” You said, sounding far older than 3. “You’re the bestest and if anyone doesn’t think so they’re butt heads,”

Leah hummed her lips turning up. “You’re very sweet, you know,”

You shrugged again. “I get it from Mama,”

“You do,” She agreed, pulling you into her arms and standing. She knew they had Katie or Caitlin to thank for that line.

You played with the collar of her pinny. “Score goal for me and Mama?”

“I’ll try,” She said, pushing the changing room door open, and you burrowed closer to her at the blast of cold air. “Will you cheer for me?”

“Always,” You promised, tucking your nose into her neck as she entered the stadium and holding onto her more tightly.

You would cheer for your Leah and Mama even when the stadium didn’t.

*****

You were positively buzzing as stoppage time came to a close, toeing the line of the coaches box a little too closely for Alessia’s liking, but she let you.

She was excited too (though not quite to your level) not only about Leah’s return but that she had assisted in a goal. She knew how important it was to Leah that she put out a good showing, and how hard she had worked to get back to the pitch.

You caught Alessia's hand as the game whistle blew, so you didn’t lose her in the crowd, and you rushed out onto the field toward where you last saw your mu-. Your Leah.

“Easy love, she’s not running away,” Your mama said as you dragged her closer to the center of the pitch.

You huffed, pulling harder at her hand. “Wanna hug,”

“I know you do,” She agreed, glancing around the field so you weren’t just wandering in the wrong direction. “Leah is over that way,”

“I no see,” You wined, whipping around in circles trying to see your favorite defender.

It reminded Alessia a little bit of a dog chasing its tail. While it was adorable, she didn’t want you to hurt yourself or get frustrated.

“Come here,” She said gently, holding her other arm out to you, and lifting you when you stepped closer. She shifted you on her hip and used her free hand to point to where the defender was standing near some fans on the sideline. “There,”

Your eyes zeroed in on Leah as soon as your mama pointed her out, and you wiggled excitedly on her grasp.

Alessia held you tighter. “Let’s go give Leah a big hug for an amazing return, yeah?”

While she was sure you were safe on the field, there were a lot of people, including media and staff she didn’t know, and she didn’t want you wandering off.

You nodded, your hand weaving through the collar of her jacket as she started to walk towards Leah. “Good assist,”

“Very good,” Alessia hummed, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and fixing your little beanie.

You made a low noise of agreement as you got closer. “Deserves cookie,”

“It does,” Alessia snorted.

To be fair, you thought everything deserved a cookie.

“Weah you did it!” You cheered as soon as you were within shouting distance of your defender, wiggling enough that your mama put you down so you could crash into Leah.

“I did bug,” she smiled widely, lifting you into a tight hug as you burrowed into her, squeezing her in a tight hug, tucking your nose into her neck.

Her other arm embraced your mama, as she placed a kiss on Leah’s cheek. “Great job love,”

“I cheered for you,” You murmured, as Alessia again fixed your beanie so it covered your ears.

“I know! You were so loud, it helped me very much,” Leah said, her smile never fading as she bounced you a bit.

You matched her smile, looking proud.

You liked that you could help your Mama and Leah when they played, even if you were too small to play yet.

You tuned out their conversation as Katie, Viv, and Beth joined them, waving to the fans and signing a few things. You were far more interested in watching the players run their cooldown drills, running from one side of the pitch to the other.

“Hey Leah, can I get a few words?”

You blinked away from the drill, towards where Alex Scott was standing, a microphone in hand followed by a cameraman. You frowned, tucking back into Leah’s neck and squeezing her more tightly.

Mama didn’t like it when the big cameras pointed at you.

“Course,” Your Leah nodded, untangling herself from your mama.

“Let me take her so you can chat with Alex,”

You felt hands under your armpits, trying to carefully pull you away from Leah’s neck.

“No go,” You muttered, clinging to the defender more tightly. “We stay together,”

Leah and your mama shared a sigh.

“Sweet one, you’ll just be behind the camera with Mama. You’ll be able to see me the whole time, ok?” Leah said, rocking you slightly.

You always got a bit on edge when you couldn’t see one of them, except if you were in the changing room or at home.

You pulled your face out of her neck to meet her eyes. “Cookie after?”

Leah cracked a smile and she shared another look with your Mama.

“We can have cookies after,” Alessia said. “But I need you to come to me so Leah can give an interview, ok?”

You huffed.

You didn’t usually mind having to switch who was holding you, as long as you got to cuddle one of them, except if one of them had been away.

You clung to Alessia when you had to sit with Leah on the sidelines, and now that the roles were reversed, you were content to cuddle into your Leah until you were safely inside the changing room.

“We can have a cuddle after I’m done, yeah?” Leah added, carefully peeling you from her body and passing you to Alessia. She ran her thumb over your cheek and fixed your beanie again.

You pouted but allowed your mama to adjust you, your eyes never leaving Leah as the camera guy and Alex set up between you and Leah.

“And cookies,” You muttered, resting your cheek on your mama's chest.

It vibrated as she chuckled. “You’re going to turn into a cookie if you’re not careful,”

You shrugged. “Be like Cookie Monster, but run faster,”

Alessia hummed.

You were nearly as obsessed with the giant blue puppet as you were with soccer.

You nestled closer to your mama as the interview started, and she gently rubbed your back.

“It’s great to get back. The fans have been incredible,” Leah said, smiling widely at the camera, and brushing away her fringe.

Alex matched her smile. “And you had your own little cheering section,”

“Yeah, I do,” Leah nodded, winking at you and Alessia. “I wouldn’t have been able to do this without them and our good luck cookies,”

Alex’s eyebrows pulled tightly together. She had never heard of good luck cookies, even when she was on the team. “Good luck cookies?”

“They make you run faster,” You supplied from behind the camera, your cheek never leaving Alessia’s chest. “It’s why she assisted Beffy,”

Alex nodded like it made perfect sense, and Leah chucked a bit.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without my good luck cookies, or my girls,”

You hummed, snuggling deeper into your mama.

You couldn't wait for Leah to finish so you could all have cookies together, celebrating her return to the pitch.

You sank into Alessia, her warmth surrounding you with a feeling of safety. You knew no matter what, your family would always be there for each other, cheering each other on and eating celebration cookies.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #alessia russo x leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #leah williamson x reader

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theemporium · 5 months

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[1.9k] sometimes it isn't easy being the fourth hughes' sibling. sometimes the pressure to compete with your brothers gets overwhelming. sometimes you just need a tall, hot swiss man to reassure you in the hidden crevices of a bar in jersey.

first nico fic completely influenced by @httplando

There was nobody in the world that was prouder of your brothers than you were.

It took an insane amount of skill, talent and effort to even reach college level. To be scouted and sought after, to gain the attention of coaches in much higher leagues than the kids’ team in middle school. To play for a college, to gain the attraction of professional teams, to be drafted into the NHL. It was fucking insane for one brother to reach all those goals, let alone all three.

But that was exactly what Quinn, Jack and Luke had done.

All three of them shared a dream and all three of them have achieved it. And you genuinely could not be happier for them. You saw everything behind the scenes. You saw the work they put into it, the countless hours of training and practicing to hone that raw talent into pure skill. You know exactly what each of them sacrificed to achieve their goal of playing for the NHL.

And yet, despite how genuinely happy and proud you were, it fucking sucked to be their sister because everything you did felt inadequate in comparison.

Nobody in your family ever consciously went out of their way to make you feel that way. Never in a million fucking years would they ever pull something like that. But it didn’t mean that you didn’t have these feelings, that you didn’t feel that pit of bitterness and something equally as ugly and self-deprecating burning inside you whenever your parents would gush over your brothers.

“My boys,” Ellen cooed, reaching to place her hand on Quinn’s cheek, considering he was the closest to her. “You all played so well.”

Quinn let out a small scoff. “Yeah right.”

“Hey, just because you didn’t win, doesn’t mean you didn’t play well,” Jim had retorted with a light nudge of his shoulder.

“Couldn’t beat us this time, captain,” Jack commented, a wolfish grin on his face as he gave his older brother a mock salute that made Luke snort.

Quinn’s eyes narrowed, but there was a smile on his face. “Next time I’ll get your asses.”

Luke grinned. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Regardless of who won,” Ellen spoke up, a reprimanding look on her face that managed to shut the three of them up in seconds. “I’m proud of all three of my boys, living their dream and being the damn best in the league.”

“To the Hughes boys!” Jim jokingly toasted, lifting his glass in the air and the rest of you joined and clinked your drinks together.

And you know. God, you fucking know that none of it was a personal jab towards you in any way, shape or form. But it was hard to fucking deny the sting you felt as your parents gushed over your brothers. It hurt when you realised there wasn’t really much to gush over when it came to you.

You had made up some shitty excuse about needing to pee when you felt the tightness in your chest. You hadn’t given any of them a chance to be concerned about your abrupt departure. You didn’t even utter a single word as you pushed your way through the crowd of the bar, the establishment heaving with members and fans from both teams. You didn’t even glance at the girl who swore at you when you barged your shoulder against her a little harsher than intended as you pushed past the toilets and into a small alcove instead.

All you could focus on was the band wrapped around your chest, getting tighter and tighter with each breath. All you could focus on was the way your lash line welled with tears that would ultimately make your mascara run. All you could focus on was the thoughts rushing through your head, far too fast for you to even fully keep up.

All you could focus on was the fact you really weren’t okay.

You didn’t even look up when you heard a door swing open from one of the bathrooms. You didn’t look up when you heard footsteps. You didn’t look up—or even realise—there was someone standing a few metres away until you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, are you okay there?”

And despite the whirling thoughts and panicked breaths, you knew exactly who that voice belonged to. And when you finally lifted your head, the shield of hair finally exposing you to the person, you could see the exact moment Nico Hischier realised it was you.

And it took a few seconds to realise just what a state you were in.

You felt your cheeks prickle in embarrassment. You could feel the way your entire face heated up and your stomach dropped a little at the fact Nico of all people—your brothers’ captain and the man you thought about in ways that you never should—was seeing you like this.

“Woah, hey,” he muttered out, a frown curved onto his lips as he quickly closed the distance between you two.

And he was overwhelming. So fucking overwhelming in a way that had your head spinning for so many different reasons. It should have felt suffocating when he squished into the small alcove of the hallway with you, especially someone of his height and build.

But it wasn’t.

It was almost comforting, or maybe that was just how Nico was. You had seen it plenty of times with his teammates, the way he wrapped his arm around them the second they were targeted on the ice or being chirped at by the rivalling team. You watched the way he would calm them down, hold his ground, keep everything in control.

Maybe that’s what made him such a good captain.

“I-I’m sorry,” you managed to blubber out, a sad excuse for a laugh escaping your lips as you tried to pretend your lungs weren’t burning for some air. “I’m okay!”

But he didn’t look convinced.

“Is this okay?” His voice was soothing, calming almost.

You blinked, taking a few seconds to realise he had lifted his hands from his sides and another few seconds to realise what he was asking before you dumbly nodded your head.

You blinked again, and Nico’s hands were cupping—almost engulfing—your face as his thumbs softly swiped away the tears falling down your cheeks. You watched the way his eyebrows furrowed together in concern, his cheeks flushed from whatever he had been drinking to celebrate the Devils’ win.

“Did something happen?” He asked, so gentle in the way he spoke like he didn’t want to spook you.

“Just…thinking,” you replied with a weak smile, your breathing still a little erratic and uncertain—and he seemed to notice.

“Breathe with me,” he murmured, taking in a deep breath and giving you a pointed look until you followed his lead. “Just like that, schatz, that’s it.”

Your eyes never left his as you copied his movements, as you took deep breaths until the band around your chest seemed to ease and the burn in your lungs was long gone. Your eyes never left him as his eyes wandered over you, almost like he was double checking you were in fact okay and not physically hurt in any way, shape or form.

“It hurts,” you whispered, catching the boy’s attention as his eyes snapped up to look at you. “It hurts when I realise I can’t really compete with my brothers. Quinn is a captain, Jack is one of the best players in the league, Luke is killing his rookie season and here I am, not even sure what I want to major in and I—”

“Hey, hey,” Nico quickly interrupted when he realised your breathing was starting to pick up again. His thumbs continued to run soothing circles over the apples of your cheek, though the frown on his face remained. “You don’t have to compete with them.”

“I know but,” you paused for a moment, and he waited as you tried to gather the words. “They are them. They are the professional hockey players. They’ve known what they wanted to be since they were practically born and I don’t even know what I want to do with my life.”

“And that’s okay,” Nico assured you, and it felt a little ironic coming from another professional hockey player.

You shook your head, letting out another laugh. “And I don’t even know why I am telling you any of this because you probably want to go and celebrate your win. I mean, you do not need to be standing here and listening to my stupid problems—”

“I don’t mind,” Nico said, a soft smile on his lips. “And they aren’t stupid. Your feelings are never stupid, schatz.”

He was your brothers’ teammate. Forget that, he was literally Jack and Luke’s captain. You had known him for as long as Jack was a part of the team. You had known him as long as he had been friends with your brothers. And yet despite in that time, you could count on one hand the amount of interactions you’ve had with the boy by yourself.

And yet, here he was, standing in front of you with his hands holding your face and a smile that made your chest feel tight all over again. He was looking at you like your feelings were valid, like he understood. He was looking at you in a way that so many people never could. In that moment, you didn’t feel like the fourth Hughes’ sibling—you just felt like you.

But before you could even let the voice in the back of your head urging you to let the overwhelming emotions take over, the sound of your brothers’ voices snapped you out of whatever daze you were in.

“God, how long does it take for her to pee?” Jack.

“I don’t know, she’s a girl. Maybe it takes them longer.” Luke.

“You both are so fucking stupid.” Quinn.

“I should go,” you whispered to Nico, and something in your stomach clenched as though you were about to be caught doing something scandalous. A part of you wished that was the case. “I’m sorry you had to—”

But Nico shook his head, his smile a comfort as he took a step back. “Don’t apologise.”

“Right,” you murmured as you gave him a shaky smile. “I’ll…see you later?”

He huffed out a laugh. “I’ll see you later, schatz.”

You had quickly stepped out of the alcove before you could embarrass yourself further, finding yourself face to face with your three brothers who were busier bickering than realising you hadn’t even exited the bathroom.

You felt like your body was on autopilot for the rest of the night, but your eyes kept wandering in hopes of finding a certain someone. In hopes that you could see him with your own two eyes and confirm that the feel of his hands on your skin was, in fact, real. In hopes that maybe he was seeking you out too.

And something in your stomach twisted in delight when your eyes met his across the bar, a grin on his lips that felt more easy-going and teasing than the soft smiles he had given you earlier. And some part of you knew that even if your interactions with the captain had been limited beforehand, something in the air shifted the second he placed his hands on you.

Because you had an inkling feeling that tonight wouldn’t be the last time you found yourself hidden in a secret place with the Swiss man, and something quite like hope sparked inside you that maybe the years of secretly crushing on your brother’s teammate was going to turn into something more.

#nico hischier #nhl #new jersey devils #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier x you #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fic #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot

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bluegiragi · 7 months

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You elaborated wonderfully on how Horangi views other Haetae and his relationship to them (I love how your brain works fr every tidbit of what you come up with is scrumptious).

You also gave us vague ideas of how Price and Soap view other dragons/werewolves.

But I’d love to know explicitly, How does everyone in 141 (and Konig) view others of their kind? How do they get treated by other monsters and hybrids? (I’d like to imagine they get a slight amount of flack for cooperating sometimes with the likes of humans)

lots of reading in this post, but I’ll section it off into Harpy, Wraith and Percht so it’s a bit more organized :)

Harpies

Harpy culture really prioritises independence above all else, to the point that their young are left to fend for themselves after they turn 16. They’re also quite a prideful bunch, which means they really dislike sharing space with other harpies. In the military it can be especially dicey, since two harpies will instinctively consider it an insult if they’re forced to be on the same team (it’d be like telling them you don’t think they’re good enough on their own) and it’ll result in a fight at worst and a cold, distant relationship at best. Even Gaz, who is pretty coolheaded and thoughtful as far as harpies go, would be irritated in that sort of situation.

Harpies don’t have this kind of instant animosity for any other flighted monster (like dragons) although they’ll still get a bit competitive. That irritation is a remnant instinct from back when they’d battle each other in the sky to prove themselves to mates - it would always end with one, dead, plummeting to the earth and the other victorious, still flapping. Their mating rituals are a lot less lethal these days, but that immediate wariness around their own kind has stuck.

Wraiths

There is no confirmed number of wraiths currently existing and probably never will be, because they’re impossible to keep track of. However, their numbers are probably very low, simply because the circumstances needed to create a wraith are extremely specific and unlikely to naturally occur.

Because of this, it’s unknown if two wraiths have ever even met - Ghost has definitely never met another one in his whole life (and never wants to either)- but if they did, chances are it wouldn’t end well for anyone involved. They are volatile, capable of massive amounts of destruction if let loose and (so far) impossible to contain against their will. I think they’d mostly be apathetic to one another in a “don’t fuck with me, and I won’t fuck with you” sort of way but they’re naturally sort of angry and vengeful, so it’s best to assume violent confrontation is an inevitability.

For what it’s worth, I think if Ghost did meet another wraith, he’d pity them.

Perchts

Perchts like each other well enough, so long as nobody veers away from tradition too much. They’re monsters that are perfectly happy living within their very insular, very regimented communities and distrust anything that differs from the norm. Their judgemental ways come from generations of belief that their kind all working towards the same goal is the only thing allowing them to survive in the remote areas they call home. However, they tend to go way too far, and punish any deviancy with draconian responses like public beatings and even exile.

König (or Klaus, as he was once known) tried his best in their community but he was doomed from the start with his enormous stature. He adopted a hunch as a child to try to fit in with his peers but it just wasn’t enough. After one too many mistakes, he was beaten and left for dead, effectively disowned by his own kind.

He was saved by a scouting party that happened to be in the area and then voluntarily allowed himself to be mutated so that he could be useful. He was all too happy to do so in the moment with spite against his own kind fueling him, but he regrets it a little nowadays as it’s started to take its toll on him.

Fun fact: Perchts can shapeshift into humans to hide their monstrous features. This means that Konig’s percht form is how he truly is, and whenever you see him as a human, that’s him in his shifted form.

König has a difficult relationship with Perchts nowadays. He hasn’t seen another one in decades since they all avoid large clusters of people like cities and villages. I think if he did meet another one he’d try to run away - he still feels some shame about never being accepted.

#maaaaaan get me away from my damn keyboard #yet another obscenely long lore drop #askbox #monster 141

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maxsimagination · 5 months

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𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗮 - 𝗰.𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗮

warnings: tiny angst, putellas!reader

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"incoming!"

i only had a few seconds warning before someone crashed into me, full force, and wrapped their arms around me. i already knew who it was based on the short stature of the person and the tightness of the hug.

"hey, pina colada. what's up?"

claudia finally let me out of her embrace, but kept her hand in mine. we walked together to the covered gym on the opposite side of the pitch to join the rest of our team. training went by somewhat quickly and we finished off with a 7 v 7 match.

both me and claudia were on the same team; jona wanted us to work on pairing up to score goals since the performance at our last game resulted in three goals from us alone.

once everyone was sufficiently sweaty and tired, jona told us to have a shower and get changed because there was a meeting about our upcoming game he wanted to hold. we all traipsed back to the locker rooms, and as per normal, claudia and i were attached at the hip.

"okay everyone into the meeting room!"

again, all twenty-something people on the team filed into the room and found a seat in front of the screen that had been set up.

claudia found a seat at the front, however me being on the taller side - matching frido in height, chose to sit on the floor in between claudia's legs. i caught the eye of my older sister, alexia, when she cocked an eyebrow at my actions with a smirk.

she was always poking fun at how close me and claudia were, never telling me outright that she thought we should be together but always insinuating something was there.

i discreetly flipped her off and got comfortable. we were halfway through the meeting when i felt claudia's fingers take through my now-loose hair. she was almost giving me a scalp massage but i knew she just liked to play with it. i leant back, my head falling into her lap as she continued to play with my hair.

finally we were allowed out of the meeting and i stood up, feeling my joints crack in the process.

everyone filed out and dispersed, most going their own ways for the day. however i stayed with claudia, and alexia joined us. we went to my car, planning on going to mine and alexia's shared apartment. "i call shotgun!" claudia yelled out and took off towards the passenger side door.

alexia only laughed and shook her head, making her way to the backseats. "i swear you're at our house more than your own, pina."

i just laughed at my best friend and sister, unlocking the vehicle and hopping in the drivers seat. we all drove home - to mine and alexia's home, claudia playing her music through the aux. when i got through the door i found the couch and flopped on it, letting out a sigh of relief.

claudia insisted we all watch a movie together, then promptly snatched the remote so she could choose what we watched. neither ale nor i minded, we were just happy to be sitting down. me more happy to have claudia happy.

alexia said she'd get us some snacks from the mini kitchen we have and left me and claudia to set up in the connected lounge. i looked across to the shorter girl sitting next to me and couldn't help but admire her. she was so engrossed in scrolling through our netflix that she didn't notice my fixed gaze.

butterflies erupted in my stomach whenever she subconsciously bit her lip or grin at a movie or series she saw. i knew there was a desire to be more than friends, but the logic part of my brain refused to accept the wanting. i didn't like the idea of risking loosing what we had between us already. claudia turned to look at me with a contagious grin. "do you wanna watch this?"

i glanced at the tv, nodding in agreement even though i had no idea what she had picked. "sure why not." claudia whipped back to the screen with excitement and i just watched with a loving smile on my face.

it was then that ale walked back into the room with an armful of snacks, placing them on the table. she picked up on my expression and its direction towards claudia, again raising her eyebrow at me. i pretended to not have noticed and tried to get comfortable.

eventually i gave up and shuffled closer to claudia. she curled up and leant into me, my arm instinctively went around her shoulders. we watched the series like that, getting through about five episodes before it was getting closer to dinner.

again, alexia said she'd cook, but yelled out for my help after a bit. "hermana, why don't you tell pina how you feel?" she spoke out of nowhere. "i don't know what you mean, ale." i could feel the blush staining my cheeks and knew that alexia would pick it up.

"come on, y/n. i see the way you look at her. and you guys are attached at the hip. and she's literally sitting in our living room right now, probably going to stay the night." i opened my mouth to argue but didn't have anything to come back with.

"i guess i just don't want to risk loosing her. what if she doesn't like me? i'd rather live with her as my best friend and hide my feelings then loose her completely." alexia hummed as she took in my words and moved about the kitchen. when she'd finished dishing up whatever she'd made, she spoke.

"i know you don't like risks but i can see that she has something more than friendship with you too. you can see it in both of your eyes. just talk to her."

she passed me mine and claudia's plates and we went back out to the girl sitting on our couch. she happily took her serving from my hands, thanking both me and alexia for feeding her. "anytime, nene."

unsurprisingly, claudia stays the night. we both head to my room, where i can't stop thinking about what ale said earlier. i hand some pjs to claudia who gladly takes them and goes to the bathroom to change.

we end up lying in my bed, side by side, when i gather up the courage to speak. "pina colada?" "yea what's up?" i take a deep breath and sit up properly. "i like you. like a lot. more than a friend." it almost comes out like a stutter, in short bursts. there was some silence and me thinking that i totally blew it, i don't have my best friend anymore, when she sits up and turns to me with wide eyes.

"really? like for real?"

"yes for real. i like you for real claudia." using her first name meant it was serious. she looked a bit shocked but slowly a smile started to grow on her face. "i like you a lot too. more than a friend." the butterflies came back to my stomach in an instant as i took in her words.

"does that mean i can kiss you?" it was bold and it came out of nowhere but thankfully the awkward silence was short lived this time as claudia leaned forward to connect our lips first.

i kissed her back until we needed to break for air. then there was cheering from the doorway. "girls please use protection and don't be too loud. i would like to sleep tonight." alexia stood in the doorway to my room with a knowing smirk on her face directed towards me.

"ale!"

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #claudia pina #claudia pina x reader #claudia pina imagine

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pepsiboyy · 18 days

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idk if you take fic requests! but maybe a fic based off of Greek God by Conan Gray. like Matt or Chris pretend they don’t like yn where they’re around their sport (whatever sport, you choose!) friends. they all have a really high ego and are cocky. but there’s a tension between M/C and yn bc they used to be friends until M/C got popular but yn didn’t so now they’re not friends cuz M/C let his popularity status get to him. but they sometimes speak on the down low (M/C doesn’t wanna be seen talking to yn) they’re families are family friends which is why they’re technically forced to still talk every once in a while. but eventually the tension gets too intense, and well, M/C can’t handle it anymore and it ends up turning into a childhood friends to enemies to lovers type story 🤭 ALSO, YN STANDS HER GROUND AND DOESNT LET M/C GET HER THAT EASILY, SHES NOT JUST GONNA FALL FOR HIM INSTANTLY CUZ HE FINALLY STARTS PAYING ATTENTION TO HER!! thanks!!

GREEK GOD.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: just read the request :p warnings: cursing, mentioned of alcohol, being drunk, use of y/n lol, angst (resolved sorta) a/n: THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST!!! i hope it's what you were looking for, i spent a lot of time trying to make this work :") thank you so much for the request!!

i stood at the edge of the ice rink, my hands clasping together with high hopes.

i came to cheer on matt and chris, with nick seated beside me as he scrolled through instagram and snacked on some chips that he brought.

nick was my best friend, without a doubt. i told him everything. matt was one of my comfort friends. someone i didn't talk to as often as nick, but enough to where i feel fully comfortable talking to him about whatever may happen. chris, on the other hand...

chris was chris.

it was hard to describe the dynamic the two of us shared.

chris and i actually used to be closer than me and nick, or anyone, honestly.

he would pick me up when i fell, give me some of his snacks and even a sip of his pepsi if i wanted. he would reassure me when i felt low, and even put me in my place if he knew i was out of line.

before we knew it, high school rolled around. freshman year was relatively normal, sophomore year too.

junior year he started making newer friends, but he also had a different lunch period from the rest of us. i'd only really see him when matt gave me rides home.

senior year rolled around, and chris was a changed person. ever since he made it to the varsity hockey team with his new friends, he changed. he claims it's because we "grew apart" but we didn't. he goes out of his way to make me look bad in front of his friends, or even act like he has no idea who i am. it kind of made me feel stupid.

matt being on varsity with him didn't help his case at all, either.

so, when i came to watch them play, nick would sit with me and i would cheer on them both, even if chris pretended to hate me.

so, here i am. standing at the edge of the rink with nick, who was now standing beside me as we watched the two we knew and loved. matt effortlessly weaving past a defender, sending the puck flying towards chris, who sent it into the goal and made it.

the sound of skates cutting through ice was sharp in my ears, and the bright arena lights cast a glow over everyone while each and every cheer echoed in the cold air.

i remember when we all used to skate together freshman year here, the arena empty and our arms all linked together because i couldn't skate for the life of me, on matter how bad i tried.

those days felt like a lifetime ago now.

you had all grown a lot since then.

apart, apparently.

"hey, y/n, what are you doin' here?" a boy from the team questioned, skating to the glass with a cocky grin. "came to see the champ?" he asked, referring to chris.

i rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, allowing my eyes to trail elsewhere. "just here to support my friends." i mumbled.

chris glanced over, his expression neutral, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes - guilt, maybe, or recognition of the unspoken tension between them. before i could look away, he turned back to his friends, laughing at some joke i couldn't hear.

i sighed and took a seat beside nick again, letting out a soft hum as i did. the familiar sting of hurt and anger was beginning to get to me.

the memory of chris and i being inseparable, chris changing, chris making fun of me to his friends, all of it. it hurt. popularity inflated his ego, and i always refused to be an admirer in his little fan club.

after the game, i found myself lingering near the exit of the rink. i typically waited for the crowd to die and the traffic to slow down before leaving. it was too busy for me.

the locker room door swung open, and out poured the hockey team that was riding out the high of their win. chris was among them, laughing loudly and tossing his hockey stick over his shoulder. we met eyes for a moment, and his smile seemed to falter. until he leaned to a friend of his and nudged them, mumbling something to make them both laugh.

"hey, y/n!" chris called out. "didn't think you'd stick around here. still obsessed with me or what?"

i stared at chris with a deadpanned expression. "stop getting me to stroke your ego, christopher." i bit back, trying to keep my voice steady.

this shit was annoying, really.

chris's friends snickered, and he shrugged it off, turning away as if i were nothing more than an afterthought to him. "whatever. let's get out of here."

the group moved past me, their laughter seeming to echo in the hallway. i felt a lump form in my throat, but i refused to let anyone see me get upset over something to miniscule.

i knew this version of chris was a facade, but that didn't really make it hurt any less. the boy i once loved and cared for deeply was now buried under layers of arrogance and bravado, and i wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

the crowd began to die down, so i gathered myself and pushed out of the door, making my way towards my car.

as i walked towards the car, i saw chris again, this time with his brothers as they leaned against their minivan and talked about the game together.

for a moment, chris looked up, and our eyes met. there was a flicker of something in his gaze - regret, maybe, or a silent apology - but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

he mumbled something to his brothers before he kicked off and made his way towards me.

"need a ride home? matt can take you." his tone was casual, but strained.

i stared at chris for a moment in disbelief, before quickly shaking my head and sighing. "no thanks. i can manage."

chris opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it, looking away. the silence between us stretched, and it filled with all the things left unsaid.

and with that, i turned on my heel and began walking home.

saturday. the days where the sturniolo household invited me for dinner were so much fun, genuinely. they were an amazing family. and chris typically acted normal around her when she was invited over.

i pulled into the driveway of their home, smiling softly to myself as i turned the music down. i pulled down the mirror and fixed my hand, humming to myself before taking my keys.

i was wearing something pretty cozy, just a crewneck and some bleached jeans and converse. they were like my second family, no need to get fancy.

i knocked on the door, where matt answered and pulled me into a hug of greeting. "hi, y/n," he breathed and smiled softly before leading me further into their home, where i was met with nick, marylou, their mother, and jimmy, their father.

"where's chris?" i questioned, the words falling from my lips faster than i could stop them.

nick exchanged a look with matt before he shrugged. "not sure, he just said he was going to some hockey party for their win last night."

i scoffed and nodded, taking a seat in my usual spot between nick and marylou.

the empty chair across from me was honestly quite intimidating. more than it would have been if chris were there.

chris was always the one with crazy stories and conversation topics.

we sat in a comfortable silence, though, which i'm sure nick and matt enjoyed as they listen to chris every day of their lives.

"you're still goin' to their hockey games and cheerin' em on?"

marylou questioned, and i turned to her and smiled. "yeah, they're really great, actually." i smiled softly, and marylou nodded.

"i know chris has been on a bit of an ego train, i hope he's still been kind to you guys." jimmy mumbled softly.

i swallowed and rubbed the back of my head. "yeah, he's been great, actually." i lied.

nick and matt stared at me, but decided not to question it before continuing their meal.

but then my phone began to ring, and everyone's attention shifted to me.

"i'm so sorry," i quickly mumbled as i removed it from my pocket and immediately felt every bit of air in my lungs leave.

why is chris calling me?

i rose to my feet and held up a finger, chuckling nervously. "i'm gonna take this," i mumbled quickly.

i made my way down the hall and to the front room. "hello?" i questioned softly.

"y/n/n," chris slurred on the other end. "i- i'm at a party, and.." he trailed off before giggling to himself, "i might.. need a ride home," he mumbled.

i sighed, rubbing my temple in annoyance. "where are you?"

chris mumbled an address, hardly coherent. "can you... can you come get me? please?"

i sighed to myself. "why can't you get matt or nick or something?"

"they'll get pissed," he stated, a little clearer than the rest of his sentences. "i don't want them to worry about me." chris struggled to get the word worry out of his system, making me crack a slight smile.

"fine," i stated as i fixed myself, "stay put. i'll be there soon."

i hung up the phone and made my way back to the dining room, where everyone collectively turned to me.

"everything alright?" nick asked, and i quickly nodded.

"everything's good, i do have to go, though. i'm so sorry you guys. i'll make it up to you?" i smiled. "i just, um.. have to run."

they all exchanged looks before nodding and bidding me farewell, nick walking me out.

i sat in my car and typed the address into my phone, rubbing my forehead.

i didn't enjoy parties. they were loud, sweaty, gross and full of annoying ass kids. usually.

and as i pulled up, it was just that. a typical high school party scene - loud music, teenagers spilling out onto the lawn, and the faint smell of alcohol and weed in the air. i found chris on the footsteps, his head buried in his hands. i quickly made my way towards him after parking and kneeled down in front of him.

"come on, let's get you home." i said, helping him to his feet.

chris leaned on my heavily as we made our way to my car. i buckled him in and got into the driver's sear, the tension between us palpable in the confined space. as i drove, chris mumbled some incoherent words, his head lolling against the window.

"y/n," he suddenly said, his voice clearer but thick with emotion. "i'm sorry."

i glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "for what?"

"for everything," he continued, his eyes half-closed. "for being an ass. for ignoring you. for... for all of it."

i took a deep breath as i felt a mixture of sadness and anger bubbling within me. i gripped the steering wheel tighter, unsure of how to respond. "you're drunk, chris. you don't know what you're saying."

"no," chris insisted, reaching out and touching my arm. "i do, i've been a jerk. i miss you. i miss us."

i pulled into my own driveway, knowing chris wouldn't want to see his family like this. i would just take his phone and send them a text saying he was with a friend tonight or something.

i turned off the engine and took a deep breath. "let's get you inside."

chris stumbled out of the car, leaning on me for support the whole way to the door. i fished for my keys and unlocked the door, quickly guiding him to my living room couch.

as i laid a blanket over him, he grabbed my hand as his eyes locked with mine.

"i still care about you, y/n. i always have."

my heart pounded, but i forced a laugh, trying to deflect the intensity of the moment. "sleep it off, chris. we'll talk in the morning, okay?"

i brushed a few loose strands from his forehead and stood up, turning off the light and going to my room. my mind raced with conflicting emotions.

part of me wanted to believe his drunken confession, but another part of me was still so angry. still hurt by the way he had treated me. as i laid in bed and stared at my ceiling, i couldn't shake the feeling that things between us were far from over. and that this was just the beginning of a much more complicated story.

the sizzling of the bacon on the oven was comforting, in a way. i had an airpod in, playing some softer, but upbeat music to get me up and going for the long, long day ahead.

i turned my head upon hearing some shuffling in the kitchen, meeting eyes with chris. "morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"morning," i replied, placing a plate of food with bacon, eggs and sausage onto the counter in front of him. "eat up. you'll feel better."

he sat down and started eating, occasionally glancing at me as i cleaned up the kitchen. after a few minutes of awkward silence, he looked at me. "look, about last night.."

i crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. "what about it?"

chris looked down at his plate, poking at his eggs. "i meant what i said, you know. but i was drunk, and.. and maybe it didn't come out right-"

"maybe?" i questioned, my voice sharp. "you've been treating me like i don't exist for months, chris. one drunken apology doesn't fix that."

he winced at my words, but nodded. "i know, i've been an idiot. i got caught up in... everything. the team, the popularity. but that's no excuse."

"no, it's not." i stated, my anger beginning to bubble to the surface. "you think you can just waltz back into my life with a half-assed apology and everything will be fine? it doesn't work that way." i spat.

chris stood up, stepping closer. "i'm not asking for everything to be fine overnight. i'm asking for a chance to make things right."

i shook my hear, my eyes flashing with frustration. "do you even realize how much you hurt me? how it felt to be ignored, to be treated like i was nothing?"

"i do now," he said quietly. "and i'm sorry. truly. i want to make it up to you, if you'd let me."

i looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of insincerity. he seemed genuine, his usual bravado stripped away, leaving only the boy she used to know.

"i don't know if i can trust you," i admitted, my voice softer now.

chris reached out and took my hand in his. "i get that. and i will do whatever it takes to earn your trust back."

he pulled me into a tight hug, where i gently hugged his waist and took in his scent.

i missed this.

"just one date. give me a chance?" chris mumbled, the smile audible in his tone.

i hesitated, my mind racing. part of me wanted to say no, to protect myself from his bullshit. but another part of me remembered all of the good times.

"one date," i finally stated, my voice firm. "but this doesn't mean i'm just forgiving you, chris. you have a lot to prove."

he nodded quickly, his lips curving into a smile. "i promise i won't let you down."

i pulled away from his embrace and smiled at him before turning to the sink and doing the dishes. "you better now."

as i did the dishes, i felt a glimmer of hope mixed with lingering doubt. chris had a long way to go to earn the trust i had for him back, but for the first time in months, she felt like maybe, just maybe, things could change.

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x reader

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footballfanficwriter · 6 months

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Summary: Kylian gets backlash on how he's been playing and it's affecting marriage

"Luis (psg coach) had no right to say those things about me I've been working my ass off and I carried the team how dare he"

"Kylian you were selfish with the ball during the game"

"You're taking his side?"

"No I'm not, I'm just saying if you had shared the ball and assisted then you wouldn't have been then only one to score"

"So I must dumb myself down because people are jealous of me?"

"Not that people are jealous of you, it's that you have to acknowledge the fact that you are in a team of 10 other people, you have to give others a chance to be in the spotlight"

"I had to earn my chance in the spotlight, I had to work hard for it and now you want me to hand the opportunity to someone on a silver platter"

"It's called team work"

"No it's not it's called jealousy"

"Just give others a chance Kylian"

"I won't let that happen"

"If you don't fix up then you're going to be benched"

"He won't bench me, I'm to good of a player"

"There you go with the cockyness"

"I'm not cocky, I'm telling the truth"

"You're being cocky, Kylian people agree with what Luis said they are saying how you can't work with anyone, please my love you need to learn how to share the spotlight it's only fair"

"Share the spotlight with who?"

"With Ousmane for instance he hasn't scored his First PSG Goal yet and he's from Barça, how do you think he's feeling, people telling him that he made a mistake by leaving Baça and how he hasn't been playing well, put yourself in his shoes for a second"

"People in the team are lazy they have to learn how to play it's not my job to teach them"

"Kylia-"

"Why don't you mind your business huh why are you so invested in my life and the things I do, don't you have something else to stress about, God your so annoying" he says walking into the kitchen

I can feel the anger and hurt boiling inside me and I walk to my room and walk over to Kylian's wardrobe and start throwing his clothes out the door

"What are you doing" he asks

"You'll find somewhere else to sleep tonight since I'm so annoying"

"Are you crazy"

"Yeah maybe I am"

"Why are you doing this"

"Cause I can't mind my own business and because I'm so invested in your life"

"I didn't mean it like that"

"I don't care you said it at the end of the day"

"Fine you know what, I'm glad you're doing this actually, it'll give me a break from seeing your annoying self"

"Fine by me actually, and from now on you do your own laundry and make your own dinner since I'm so invested in your life and can't mind my business"

He stops and looks at me for some time and says

"Maybe it was a mistake for us to get married"

This makes me stop throwing his clothes out the door to look at him

"What?" I ask

"Yeah, maybe we hurried into things"

"It that how you feel?"

"It's what I think"

"Ok, if that's the case and you no Longer want to be in this marriage then so be it, organize some divorce papers and I'll sign them"

"We can still make it work though you know, we'll get through this ma Cheri"

"Kylian why would you say that"

"Because it's true"

"So what you want to end it?"

"If we can't work it out then yes"

"Do you know how much I love you?"

"And I love you too"

"Then why would you suggest leaving?"

"Because you look unhappy my love, the spark you once had Is no longer there"

"But that's not because of you"

"I don't know" he says as he places his hand on my cheek and kisses my forehead

He picks his clothes up and starts walking towards the guest rooms

I slam the door and sigh and start crying feeling like my world is coming to an end and along with it my marriage only because my husband is so stubborn

It's times like these when Kylian and I get into arguments when I start to question his love for me and my questions have now only increased because he is thinking about a divorce

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bbrissonn · 7 months

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭 - 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐞𝐫

in which after months of crushing on your best friend, you finally decide to admit your feelings to him pairing: nick moldenhauer x fem!reader warnings: swear words, not proofread a/n: im in such a moldy mood tonight, so yeah, enjoy this :DD

You couldn't quite remember when you first realized your feelings for the boy. Maybe it was when he dedicated that goal to you on your birthday. Or maybe when he gave you his jacket after one of his game because you freezing. Or maybe your feelings at just always been there since the beginning, but you had never noticed them.

You didn't know, but what you did know was that there was no way on earth you could ever tell him how felt. No matter how many times the Fantilli brother's, who were the first to catch up on why you'd always turn red whenever Moldy would be near you, told you to just admit to him. You couldn't. Your friendship with the boy was one you held so close to your heart, you truly didn't have any other friendship like this one, and you didn't want to lose it.

"I don't get why you don't just tell him." Luca mumbled, making you roll your eyes as the two of you walked into his bedroom. You had agreed to help the boy with your shared class since he had missed the last one due to having to travel to UMass.

"And ruin one of the best friendship I've ever had? Yeah, right." It was Luca's turn to roll his eyes as he let himself fall onto his mattress. He was about to answer, when his mouth suddenly closed, an idea popping into his head.

"You don't want to tell him because you think he doesn't like you back, which I gotta say you're real fucking stupid for thinking he doesn't, but that's why, right?"

"I don't think he doesn't like me, Lu, I know." You answered with just as much sass as he previously spoke. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at your words.

"How about, I prove to you he does?"

"And how are you planning on doing that?" You asked, sitting down on his bed near his legs, his body now laying fully on his bed.

"Make him jealous, duh." He sassed, making you scoff a little.

"And how am I supposed to do that, Sherlock?"

"Go to the hangout with me tonight." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You looked at him with an 'are you serious' look, making the boy push his body so you were sitting face to face. "Trust me. Just stay by my side the whole night, be my pong partner instead of his, he'll lose his mind."

You hated to admit he was right. You were now standing in front of Luca, one of his arm around your waist as your eyes focused on the ping pong ball in TJ's hand. You could feel Luca's breath on the back of your neck, as well as Nick's eyes staring at the two of you from across the table.

"It's working." The Fantilli boy whispered into your ears. You smiled slightly, turning your head to look at him. Ever since you had walked into the senior household earlier that night, one of Luca's arm around your waist, Nick's eyes had been focused on the two of you. The forward quickly downed his drink when he saw you sit on his best friend's lap, the two of choosing to sit on the very crowded couch instead of the empty one. When it was pong time, Luca was quick to announce the two of you would be teaming up, which mean Nick had to find a new partner.

Luca pressed a kiss right next to your lips, something you had agreed to before walking into the house. But from Nick's point of you, it looked like the two of had just shared a very intimate kiss. The boy decided he had enough and just walked away from the game, leaving everyone confused.

"Go after him." Luca mumbled, pushing towards where the boy had just left. Everyone's confused eyes watched as you made your way out of the house, joining Moldy on the front porch.

"The game wasn't done, you know." You immediately cursed yourself mentally for saying that. Nick scoff as he leaned down on the rail with his forearms, rolling his eyes slightly.

"Go away." He whispered, scoffing once again when you instead joined him, leaning on the rail next to him.

"What's wrong?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. How long have you been fucking my best friend behind my back?" He asked harshly, pushing himself up and turning his body to be facing you.

"Me and Luca aren't fucking. He's my friend."

"Then why the fuck were his hands all over you? And why'd he kiss you, huh?" The boy asked, taking a step closer to you.

"Can you stop? God, Nick, you're acting like your five, getting made 'cause I have other friends that aren't you!" You yelled, taking a step back and creating more space between the two of you. "Why do you even care so much about me and Luca?"

"So, you admit there's something going on between you two?"

"I didn't fucking say that, Nick. Can you just get your head out of your ass for one minute and fucking listen to what I am saying!" You spoke, your voice still has loud as before. the boy didn't speak after that, a sign that he was finally going to listen to what you had to say.

"There's nothing going on between me and Luca, okay? We're friends, always have and always will be. I was feeling down and he was just trying to cheer me up, nothing more." You explained, technically you didn't lie. You were in fact feeling upset, but making Nick jealous was the main reason why Luca had been all over you tonight, but that's not something Nick needed to know.

"Why didn't you come see me? Y/N/N I am always here for you, always." He whispered. You could hear a small hint of hurt in his voice by the fact that you choose to go see his instead of him to cheer you up.

"It's not something I can just talk to you about, Nicky." You sighed, getting slightly nervous.

"Why not? You can talk to me about anything, Y/N/N, I won't judge you, you know that." He stated, sounding even more hurt than before.

"It's... it's complicated." You answered, your eyes looking at the ground. Well, that was until Nick stepped closer to you, cupping your face in his hands and forcing you to look at him. You leaned into his touch, letting out a small breath of relief at the contact between your skins.

"Talk to me, munch." He whispered, using the nickname he had chosen for you, shorting munchkin because he was too lazy to pronounce the last syllable.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"You. I can't talk to you... about you." You admitted, trying to look down at the ground again, but Nick was quick to keep your focus on him.

"Me? What about me?"

"Promise me... promise me nothing's gonna change."

"I promise, Y/N/N." The boy whispered. You nodded slightly in response before finally admitting how you felt.

"When... when I am with you, I get like this weird feeling in my stomach, a good feeling. I just always wanna be around you; you make me happy, so happy. I want you in my life until forever, and just the thought of losing you to someone else makes me sick." You confessed, your eyes avoiding his, but glancing every now and then to him.

"Y/N, I don't understand..." He trailed off. You suddenly felt embarrassed, this was a horrible idea. You should've never listened to Luca.

"Forget it." You mumbled, trying to walk away from him, but his grip was too strong.

"Hey, hey, don't walk away. You know I am not the brightest kid out there." He quickly said, pulling you into his chest as his arms wrapped around your shoulders. Your own went around his waist as your head rested on his chest, his chin on the top of your head. "Talk to me, munch."

"I love you, idiot. In more than a best friend way." You finally told him. After a couple of seconds, Nick pulled you away from his chest, and before you even had a chance to react, his lips were on yours.

"You could've just said so instead of cozying up with Fantilli all night. Y/N/N, I've had like the biggest crush on you since we've met, I thought I made it pretty obvious." He chuckled. You felt your cheeks burn as a shy smile appeared on your face.

"Wanna be my boyfriend?" You ask shyly, giggling lightly. The boy in front of you nodded eagerly before connecting your lips again. The two of you eventually got a little carried away, now standing on the porch deep into a make-out session.

"Okay, as much as I am loving the two of finally growing up, you are not making babies on this porch." Luca spoke out after a couple of minutes, literally pulling the two of you apart. "Keep that shit to your bedrooms. And wear protection!"

"Luca!"

#bri writes #nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer imagines #nick moldenhauer blurb #nick moldenhauer fluff #nick moldenhauer fic #umich hockey #umich hockey blurb #umich hockey imagine

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asteria-argo · 8 months

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You mentioned is one of your WIP posts about how the Richmond coaches share repairability of the players, I would love to hear your thoughts on who belongs to who?

Not only do I have thoughts, I have a whole chart.

The way this works in my mind is that it's a combination of how helpful the coach actually is when the player has a problem, how likely to player is to go to the coach for help and how well they get along just as people.

We'll start with Roy. Roy's only got a couple of players that are really his problem, for a couple reasons. One, Roy is scary and unapproachable but also two, Roy became a coach after most of the players had already cemented themselves as either Ted or Beards problems. That leaves Roy with Isaac and Jamie.

Jamie as Roy's problem is self explanatory. Ted fumbles the bag with Jamie every time he tries, and Beard kind of freaks Jamie out, so he doesn't usually go to him for help. We all agree Jamie is Roy's problem.

Isaac is also Roy's problem. This has canon basis, I can cite my sources but for convenience sake I'll paraphrase my reasoning and that is that Roy was a lot more instrumental to Isaacs development than any of the other coaches. Roy is the one who chose Isaac as the next captain, it was Roy who helped Isaac through his slump in season two before Roy had even come back to be a coach, and it was Roy who spoke to Isaac after he went after that fan in the stands. Isaac is Roy's problem.

Next we'll talk about Beard. Beard in canon doesn't have a lot of one on one interaction with any of the players, so I'm going mostly on vibes for the players that are his problem.

That's why Bumbercatch is mainly Beards problem. I think their weird girl energies line up pretty well, and when Bumbercatch is doing weird things Ted doesn't know how to handle, Beard is usually able to step in. Jan Maas is also mostly Beards problem, because Jan Maas appreciates Beards direct but minimal approach to coaching.

Colin is also a good balance of Ted's problem and Beard's problem with a slight lean towards being Beards problem. Not because Colin actually goes to Beard for help that often, more because Beard decided Colin was his problem and keeps an eye on him when he can. I was actually tempted to make a little circle that included Trent and put Colin there, because that is who Colin actually goes too for help more often than not, but in terms of The Coaches, Colin is usually Beards problem.

Zoreaux and Richard were tricky for me, because they don't do a lot in canon so I think they both fall under the general umbrella of being Ted's problem because he's the manager more often than not, but I think Beard is pretty involved with the goal keepers so Zoreaux is his problem sometimes.

As for Ted, he will usually take point in issues regarding Dani or Sam. As the manager, everyone on the team is under the blanket umbrella of being his problem, but Sam and Dani will usually seek Ted specifically out for help with things on the occasions they need it and Ted is always be happy to help them to the best of his ability.

As for all the background himbos, they fall solidly in the center thanks to the fact that because they have at best vague personalities and I don't even know most of their names, so they're usually the problem of whoever is closest to them at the time.

I hope you enjoyed this because I spend So Much Time thinking about it.

#asteria answers asks #thenerdlett #Ted Lasso #afc richmond #Jamie Tartt #roy kent #Coach Beard #isaac mcadoo #sam obisanya #dani rojas #colin hughes #moe bumbercatch #richard montlaur #jan maas #thierry zoreaux

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months

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Rollo was having a stroll in the City Of Flowers and he encounters a certain fox beastman and a certain cat beastman who each been baffled by NRC students alike Rollo! What if those sinister 3 team up to have revenge the NRC students? That could be troublesome!

Oh, I recently wrote a fic about Rollo meeting Fellow and Gidel! It’s just a brief meeting, so they don’t really bond or get to know each other beyond how they initially present (because who opens up about their entire backstory to someone they ran into on the street??), but still paints a picture of what I feel their interactions would be like.

I actually don’t think (if they ever did share their experiences with the NRC students with one another good luck getting Rollo to emotionally open up) those 3 would plot revenge together?? Rollo is still hostile toward NRC, but Fellow and Gidel aren’t. If anything, they sort of declare a friendly rivalry with them at the end of the event??? And then they set off to work toward their own goals while suggesting that maybe they’ll run into the NRC students again someday. I definitely don’t get the sense that Fellow and Gidel are vengeful, they’re just looking out for themselves at this point.

I also feel like Rollo and Fellow just… wouldn’t get along? Rollo dislikes noisy, cheery people (which Fellow is) who use their magic for amoral or frivolous things (which Fellow does). Fellow might find Rollo’s uptight and neurotic attitude annoying to deal with. Not only that, but I feel as though their ideologies would clash with one another. Rollo thinks that magic should be extinguished altogether, but Fellow sees magic as a symbol of power. The latter might not see eliminating magic as a way to equalize social status, but rather getting rid of one way the less privileged like him could rise out of poverty. It’s not magic that Fellow hates, but the system tied to it that gatekeeps education and opportunities to those blessed with a plethora of it. Fellow might have a bone to pick with the elite who abuse their power, but he’s just as quick to use his magic for his own needs (like getting back at his employer) when it suits him.

Things get even more complicated when you consider how Gidel fits into all of this. He’s Fellow’s “brother” (not blood related), so Gidel is very important to him. Gidel also seems to be a child, so perhaps Rollo would have a soft spot for him due to his own fondness for his late younger brother. Fellow is canonically protective of Gidel and resents magic schools for denying Gidel and education due to his lack of magic, thus condemning him to poverty. Rollo, meanwhile, loathes his own magic and eagerly wants to be rid of it. He might see Gidel’s lack of magic as a blessing (as it was magic that claimed the life of his own brother). He wouldn’t understand why Fellow wants to subject Gidel to an environment with mages, to potential danger. On the other side of the aisle, Fellow wouldn’t understand why Rollo wants to deny Gidel a chance to study among mages. He would think that Rollo’s all up on his high horse since Rollo himself is a gifted mage and student council president of his NBC, while Fellow and Gidel have almost no magic nor fancy titles to their names. He would be mad that Rollo is rejecting Gidel from what Fellow sees as a chance at a better future—a chance Fellow was denied due to his own lack of magic.

It would be one big hot mess 😭 and honestly, now I want to write a follow-up to that initial fic where Fellow and Rollo go for each other’s throats—

#twst #twisted wonderland #Fellow Honest #Rollo Flamme #Gidel #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #question #Ferro Honest

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ryotan · 1 year

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Sae Itoshi x gn!reader x Rin Itoshi ; cw: suggestive ★°~

You played with the hem of your shirt nervously as cold turquoise eyes stared at you condescendingly, it was suffocating and you wanted to run away. That was the weight of the mere gaze of the genius footballer, Sae Itoshi.

~•°★°•★•°~

Your uncle, Ego Jinpachi, an excentric weirdo like no other had decided to make you the manager of Blue Lock Eleven, a team with the purpose of beating the Japan U-20 team and proving to the JFA that Project Blue Lock was a succes.

You've always been close to your uncle, due to your passion for football. Even if his football carrer ended after that accident, he still was the player you looked up to the most and the man who started your obsession for the sport. Despite that, you weren't kin on getting involved with that "Blue Lock Project" of his. Even if he's the one who thought you football and you partially shared his view about egotism, football was a team sport and you couldn't agree with the premise of the training camp.

That's why you rejected his suggestion, that and the fact that there was no need for a manager for a team who would only play one match. Ego, however, was insistent. He claimed that this match would be critical for the future of Blue Lock and that he wanted your input into making the best team possible with the 35 players who made it so far. Ultimately, you gave in.

And to be fair, you didn't regret it. Within the 3 weeks of training for the U-20 match, most of the boys grew on you. In fact, you could even say you were on friendly terms with some.

However, the one you were the most fond of was Itoshi Rin. He probably was the only one who didn't even bother remembering your name, but still you admired his work ethic and zeal for football. Besides, as embarrassed as you were to admit it, his looks were breath-taking. His tall, muscular build was attractive, but nothing out of the ordinary at a football training facility like Blue Lock. What really pulled you in were his eyes.

That ocean hue that sometimes shimmered with something dark, animalistic, almost as if a beast was let loose, made you shiver. Not because that frigid gaze scared you. If anything it was the opposite, you loved it, how cold it was.

~•°★°•★•°~

And that's why when you first met the older Itoshi at the end of the U-20 match, you were completely mesmerized by his stone-cold turquoise eyes. That's why you dumbly asked him for some of his time if he was planning on staying on Japan for a bit more. To talk about football, of course.

He was about to reject your request, when Shidou and Rin approached you.

"Hey, genius, you still didn't give me your number! But to think you would be chatting with the little mouse, maybe you two are up for a threesome~?" Shidou grinned wildly. You were appalled, but not surprised. The striker loved to tease you and had apparently taken a liking to the genius midfielder as well judging by his easy to misinterpret words on the field.

However, you were worried about Rin's reaction. He told you, just a day before the match, about how his main goal was to crush his brother. Besides, considering his state during the end of the game, their relationship was clearly worse than you thought. And yet, despite finally being able to make some progress in befriending Rin whom you like, you went and asked Sae to hang out. Just because he had the same eyes.

Rin said nothing, he only scowled.

And then, unexpectedly, he put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you towards him. You could guess you were as red as a tomato, but you didn't care. You only wanted to savour the moment, the chances of being this close to Rin again were slim, after all. But, sadly, you were snapped out of your blissful state by Sae's voice.

"I'll be going back to Europe tomorrow in the afternoon, so I have time to entertain you."

You blinked once, twice. Was this for real? You must be hallucinating, right? There was no way someone ordinary like you could get this much attention from the unreachable Itoshi siblings. And yet, here you were.

You looked at Sae and then back at Rin, they were both glaring at each other with pure unfiltered disgust. And then you had a moment of lucidity. The attention accorded to you was merely the product of their conflict. Rin would see it as another lost battle if you were to look at Sae the same way you look at him. And Sae simply wanted to beat his younger brother.

But it didn't matter. A pro-footballer is not someone you'd want to pursue a relationship with, a partner with such career would be far apart from you for periods of time that were way too long.

Therefore, since you'll likely never see those eyes that you loved so much anymore after today, might as well go with Sae.

~•°★°•★•°~

And yet, it wasn't the last day you had the chance to get lost in those icy eyes.

5 years had passed, Rin moved to France to play as a forward for PGX. And you decided to move in with him so Sae could visit you more often.

Your relationship with the Itoshi brothers was ... complicated. Rin was just your friend and Sae was just your friend's brother whom you saw once in a blue moon. Yet, Rin always touched you in ways that made you seem more than just friends. A gentle caress to your cheek that felt too intimate, a light kiss to the corner of your mouth, a hand resting on your thigh and then moving higher, fingers stroking places they shouldn't.

And maybe this wasn't just carnal, maybe he really liked you, maybe you should feel guilty about the way your mouth melted into Sae's whenever he stopped by your apartment, guilty about what you let him do to you in Rin's apartment when the latter hated his brother so much. But you couldn't help it.

Ever since that day, after the U-20 match, you became addicted to Sae Itoshi. You couldn't explain why though.

The "date" you had was awkward and for the first time, you felt intimidated by the characteristic icy eyes of the Itoshi brothers. Rin's stare had something brutal about it, but still you could find some resemblance of warmth in it. Sae's gaze, though, was devoid of anything warm.

You remembered how you played with the hem of your shirt, flustered, as he stared at you coldly. The horrible feeling of nausea that took over you whenever you'd make eye contact. He made you feel as though you'll never amount to anything in your life just by looking into your eyes. And yet, there was something enchanting about that awful sensation.

~•°★°•★•°~

Simply put, Sae was like a drug. You knew he wasn't good for you, but you couldn't give up on him. You barely met and everytime you did, he made you feel like shit. And yet, he also made you feel better than anyone else ever could, than Rin ever could. His skills surely weren't world-class only when it came to football.

The thin line between misery and ecstasy, that's what you've learned from the older Itoshi and what made you come back to him again and again like a fool.

#I attempted to write a fic #since it's Valentine's and stuff #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #sae itoshi #rin itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #itoshi rin #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi brothers #ryo writes 🌸

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anwn · 5 months

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Shadow is aplatonic: an argument.

"Friends? I'm only temporarily working with you to achieve a goal. Don't get the wrong idea."

from Puyo Puyo Quest's 25th Anniversary event

@apl-swag-bracket

What is aplatonicism?

Here is a quick definition to catch you up.

The aplatonic spectrum, otherwise known as the aplatonic umbrella, is a group of platonic orientations that fall under the umbrella term of aplatonic. Those on the aplatonic spectrum may lack platonic attraction or feel it so little that they relate more to aplatonic experiences. The common link between those on the aplatonic spectrum is that they do not feel the "standard" amount of platonic attraction or they don't feel it in the "standard" way, that alloplatonic individuals do.

Here is some more reading you can do on the topic.

Resources about aplatonicism are scarce and anyway, this is meant to focus on character analysis first and foremost, so forgive me if I cut this section short. Anyway, I believe I have given enough context, so let's get into the meat of this post.

Is Shadow aplatonic?

As stated outright in the Sonic Ultimate Character Guide, Shadow is a loner who relies on himself first and foremost.

from Sonic Ultimate Character Guide (2016)

He is extremely individualistic and doesn't compromise for the sake of others. He prefers to act alone rather than as a team, believing the latter to be futile, and will even choose violence over cooperation to get his way.

from "Team Sonic Racing Racers!" Interview (2019), IDW Sonic the Hedgehog (issue #09), Sonic the Hedgehog (2006) and Sonic Rivals 2 (2007) respectively

If he teams up with others with cooperation in mind, it's always in the interest of a higher purpose. He'll actively ditch crowds and avoid gatherings once the action is over.

from IDW Sonic the Hedgehog (issue #11 and #31 respectively)

Most of his interactions with the rest of the cast follow this pattern, however there is some nuance to be considered when looking at his dynamic with a select few characters.

Rouge and E123 Omega are two characters Shadow has often been partnered with. Although the word "allies" would be more appropriate to describe their relationship, they're easily the ones Shadow is closest to out of everyone else. In the case of Omega, Shadow even displays bouts of camaraderie, likely due to the fact they share a similar mindset.

from Sonic Heroes (2003)

from Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood (2008)

from "Team Sonic Racing Racers!" Interview (2019)

Another notable dynamic that stands out is that between Shadow and Sonic. Shadow's attitude towards him could be much the same as with everyone else if it weren't for their rivalry. Although Shadow is always focused on his goals above all else, Sonic's presence brings out a competitive side that distracts him and pushes him to act recklessly.

from "Team Sonic Racing Racers!" Interview (2019)

from Team Sonic Racing (2019)

Shadow doesn't see Sonic as his friend, but considers him an important part of his life despite himself.

and lastly,

from Sonic Channel's Shadow character bio

Conclusion

Shadow doesn't feel the need for companionship and doesn't seek to bond with others if he doesn't have an ulterior motive. He's a loner and a misanthropic, and would rather work alone to achieve his goals in the most efficient way. Because of his standoffish personality, the few close/intense relationships he has are with people who are "like" him in some way, given the impression of an unconventional connection in a very tangible and grounded manner, and not so much driven by feelings of affection or love. Hence why I think Shadow is aplatonic or is on the aplatonic spectrum... I rest my case.

(I would have liked to give more examples, but the 10 image limit makes this very difficult haha)

Here's where you can read the translated version of the TSR Interview (which I referenced a few times) in its entirety.

Here is Shadow's official character bio.

#this was very difficult to do bc of the image limit forcing me to cram everything together #but i hope the alt text is readable #anyways i want to spread apl shadow.... i want us to learn bc i care #shadow the hedgehog #shadow #sth #sonic the hedgehog #blingee.txt #also don't be fooled by the language i use #not speaking from a place of authority im just sharing my vision bahhh #aplatonic #aplatonicism #i would have also liked to talk about maria but once again the image limit would have made it impossible... maybe another time

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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I have a cool idea! How about a romantic concept of Leon + Jill (DBD) sharing a survivor darling? Like the two just kind of gravitated towards a darling that has no survivor skills whatsoever but still tries their best and puts the team first before themselves? I feel that would attract them into helping the darling but it gradually turned into a yandere type of interest. Thank you! :>

Sure! I'll see what I can do for them sharing :) This isn't a very intense yandere as yandere survivors in DBD are a bit difficult to make intense for me.

Yandere! DBD! Leon + Jill with Survivor! Darling

Pairing: Romantic - Sharing/Poly

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective yandere, Dubious relationship, Two yanderes sharing a darling, Slight manipulation, Controlling behavior, Blood.

These two share similar lore and backstories due to having the same franchise and where their games take place.

Although, Jill would be the veteran of the two since in DBD canon it was RE2! Leon who was sent into the fog with RE3! Jill.

She knows Nemesis the most and would probably be the one you could rely on for survival most.

These two have a natural tendency to adapt.

Leon may be a rookie but he knows his way around zombies.

Jill's a veteran when it comes to surviving monsters... but even in this fog she's in unfamiliar territory.

The two probably would gravitate towards a survivor who's new to the fog and is struggling to survive.

The two probably would appreciate you still trying to help the team.

Even if you blow up a few generators or struggle to elude the killer... they still like that spirit of yours.

In terms of who clings to you first I'm tempted to say Leon.

In RE2 he seems like such a puppy kind of yandere.

Jill is drawn to you because she has a natural tendency to want to help others survive.

The two aren't immediately yanderes which allows sharing you to work.

In fact, they are more concerned with keeping you safe than fighting over your attention.

They get along because they share a common goal, guiding you through the fog.

If one of them can't be there, the other takes over.

It's upsetting they have no real weapons in this realm but they still try to do what they can.

Such as guarding you from hits or blinding the killer once you're targeted?

They don't mind bleeding if it means you are safe.

Their yandere behavior filters in like a slow trickle.

You most likely won't notice it as most survivor obsessions tend to just be overprotective and less violent than a killer obsession.

Leon is the most clingy with you.

He'd be the one who always follows you throughout the trial.

He usually tries to take hits for you and uses flashbangs to keep the killer off your trail.

He's protective like Jill, although a bit more open with his obsession.

Jill is a bit more stoic due to being her RE3 variant.

She prioritizes your safety before her feelings and is much more focused on protecting you more than anything.

She would probably coordinate with Leon to utilize his flashbangs while she helps you with a generator or something.

They both get antsy when you try to get an unhook and one will usually distract you from the thought while the other pursues the unhook.

The poor fourth survivor in your group is often neglected, however.

Jill and Leon could be so focused on protecting and defending their darling that the other person may just die on the hook.

Whoops-

For the most part their behavior could be seen as either platonic or romantic behavior.

Yet if their intentions are romantic... they can be a bit intense.

Both have at least a little bit of fear towards the idea of you getting hurt.

While they know you'll be fine next round... they don't like hearing your screams.

Which is why they try so hard to prevent it... which can seem controlling at times.

This protective behavior is fine in the beginning when you first arrive in the fog.

Although when you get more experience... you seriously wish they did more to help the team instead of just you.

Even when you pick up on the idea they may have ulterior motives, you still feel bitter at the idea of the team falling apart due to you one way or another.

Having them both as romantic partners can quickly become too much.

During off times, if you are dating, they find a private place by a fire to 'attend' to you.

It usually becomes an overly clingy cuddle session.

Leon often wants to lay his head on your lap and play with your hands.

Meanwhile Jill likes to sit behind you and hold your waist, laying her head on your shoulder.

It sounds cute.

You have a loving boyfriend and girlfriend... nice, right?

The issue is how suffocating they feel....

You barely have independence and are never far without at least one of them breathing down your neck.

They're used to sticking together... you've ALWAYS stuck together!

Why change it now...?

They love you... is what they're doing a problem, baby?

If you're okay with overprotective and/or suffocating partners, then maybe you'll do fine.

If not... well... you may try to get away from them.

That isn't easy....

Leon, being a clingy yandere, refuses to part from you for whatever reason.

Jill would be more lenient and give you space if you asked for it... but she won't let you break up with her or Leon.

There's the guilt tripping that eventually comes up...

Leon in particular likes to play with your emotions while Jill tries to show you the benefits of staying with them.

They'll make you second guess yourself...

You're a team, aren't you?

You can't abandon your team.

They may become more affectionate than before or bribe you to stay.

In terms of violence... I'd say they're capable.

They may not be able to do much to killers but they could sabotage other survivors.

That or, as much as they hate to say it, sabotage you to keep you with them.

Maybe you twist your ankle in a match... or you get caught in a trap?

The first few matches you need help, they stop.

You said you wanted nothing to do with them, didn't you?

Then unhook yourself.

Heal yourself.

Be independent like you wanted.

There's a chance soon you'll give in and crawl back to them... covered in blood and sobbing.

But don't worry, they knew you would eventually.

Jill will heal your wounds while Leon kisses you better.

Cry independence all you want...

Truthfully you need them as much as they do you in this realm.

#yandere dead by daylight #yandere dbd #yandere leon kennedy #yandere jill valentine

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silverwhittlingknife · 6 months

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did nobody ask you for red letter day? absurd! *I* wanna know about red letter day!

hello captain and friend anon!!! I KNOW I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS IN SIX MILLION YEARS SO THANK YOU FOR THESE ASKS <333

okay SO the first thing is, you have to understand, my list of documents for this fic looks like this:

anyway i do love this fic even though it FIGHTS ME; it's supposed to have both Fights and Mysteries and both are hard to write 😅

anyway hmmm i'm going to cheat by including a Dick POV section that I am probably gonna end up cutting, because i like it but i also worry that it slows down the dialogue?

excerpt below the cut! the only context that you need is that Dick and Tim have been having the "should Tim call if there's danger in Gotham" argument again (Tim's position is "no"), partly because they both have genuine positions on this argument, but also because it enables them to sublimate an emotional conflict into a work conflict and thus avoid talking or thinking about their feelings, which is a shared pathology goal:

Dick would bet Tim never mouthed off to Bruce like this. One of the many things that suck about being the knock-off Batman is that none of Dick’s orders really stick. All of the responsibility without the authority to back it up. At least when Dick was leading the Titans, they did what he freaking told them. …Mostly. …Okay, sometimes. The awful truth is—and he tries not to dwell on it because it’s pointless and doesn’t achieve anything, but—everything with Tim, sometimes it reminds him of the worst times with the Titans. The same uneasy feeling of dread, like he’s grabbing for someone who’s slipping through his fingers. Roy’s crossed arms. The clock creeping toward midnight, staring at the champagne, knowing in his heart that Kory wasn’t coming. After Tartarus: watching Roy walk out of the room, watching Donna follow him, staring at Vic’s back, Kory’s back, all of them walking out, and no one left but the newcomers. When the personal is so fucked up that all you can do is double-down on the professional, and even that doesn’t help, and then— (Get a grip, Grayson.) And anyway, this isn’t like the Titans, is it? Dick was out-of-line, there, in retrospect. He’s never been good at losing people gracefully. Pushing Kory for marriage when she was already pulling away, trying to cling to her instead of letting her go. Giving ultimatums after Tartarus, when he knew the team already resented his orders. Making decisions behind Vic’s back, trying to force him to stay. It’s an ugly bad habit, picked up from Bruce: things are slipping, and your people are mad at you, so you get scared, and then you get authoritative and controlling so you can hang onto them, except you can’t control them, so then they get even angrier and you lose them anyway. It’s easy to see in Bruce, hard to see in himself, but he knows it’s there. He barely managed to catch himself in time, with the Titans. Is he doing the same thing to Tim? Does he need to back off? But Gotham is risky. Tim’s always been capable, obviously, but…it’s okay to be a bit authoritative, isn’t it? Tim should call if there’s someone who looks unusually dangerous. That’s just common sense. Dick’s not asking for miracles, here.

#general unreliable narrator warning sdfsdfsd #dick. honey. kory needed space after being tortured + that was not your fault or the result of your choices actually #anyway i'm so torn because on the one hand i feel like this is worryingly close to info-dumping in a way i don't like #and i also worry that it's not giving enough context for someone who's not familiar with the comic references #but at the same time mmm okay this isn't the main point of this or anything #but part of what i find so appealing about the dick + tim conflict #is its potential to interact with their different types of abandonment issues #i feel like tim's abandonment issues generally have enough play in fandom that i don't have to spend a lot of time establishing them #whereas most dick-centric fics tend to focus on other aspects of his character #but dick has a lot of anxiety about losing people too #like. it's complicated bc he doesn't process it or narrate it to himself in quite the same ways that tim does #but it's very much an underlying anxiety imo

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