#3) it's just not meant to be and that's okay
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Okay, so, I need to talk about the relationship between Persona 5's ending and Persona 5 royal's ending, because I think it isn't discussed enough how one puts into question the themes of the other and in doing so it elevates everything that came before.
Spoilers are coming, you've been warned.
The main thing that's given me an outlet to think about this is a few quotes from the Phantom Thieves when they're in the Velvet Room after being Thanos-snapped by Yaldabaoth. Specifically these quotes:
Ann: "I... I never want anyone to have to go through what I did!"
Yusuke: "Just as art is meant to break boundaries, people should be saved even if they frown upon it. I won't allow the justice I believe in to be shaken any further!"
Ryuji: "We're doin' this to make sure people don't go through the same crap we did. It doesn't matter if they think we're just or not. We gotta do what we believe in!"
Futaba: "I can't let people suffer like this, even if I don't know them personally"
They mention some core ideas: 1. They want to prevent people's suffering because of the suffering they've felt. 2. They must do this regardless of if people want it, because they think it's the right thing to do. 3. Their justice is worth fighting for by virtue of being what they believe in.
Does this seem familiar? Maybe makes you think of a certain therapist who shows up in Royal?
I think Takuto Maruki serves a decent amount of purposes narratively and thematically, but one of the most genius things about him is that he serves as a foil to both the Phantom Thieves and Akechi, and in being that foil, he is, deep down, following the principles that the Phantom Thieves fought for - In the end, it was largely Joker who inspired him to fight for his reality.
Maruki fights for a reality where suffering straight up doesn't exist, because he doesn't want anyone to feel the suffering he's had to endure. Maruki wants the Phantom Thieves and Akechi to never feel suffering anymore, regardless of their stance on the matter. He is "saving" them regardless of their wishes, and will fight them to keep the reality he wants. He thinks the world is unfair, so his "justice" is to make a perfect world for everyone - and that's what makes it worth fighting for, because that's what he believes.
Maruki's rationale to fight against the Phantom Thieves and Akechi is (partly) the same reasoning that the Phantom Thieves use to regain their motivation to fight the Holy Grail/Yaldabaoth.
So, narratively, Maruki serves as a mirror that's telling things not to be told for the Phantom Thieves to look into and to see the ugly parts of their own way of acting. Can they really fight Maruki, knowing that he is just acting how they did?
I see people sometimes refusing Maruki's reality because it "wouldn't actually work" or "it's imperfect". But as far as I'm aware, it's imperfect because it hasn't been completed yet - I think the game is a lot more interesting under the pretense that Maruki truly has the power to erase all suffering, once his reality is complete, past the deadline. I also see the argument, and even the game uses it, that Maruki's world "isn't reality". But did we listen well to Morgana's speech before he disappeared in the Yaldabaoth arc? The world itself is made up of cognition, reality is born from the points of view of everyone. Maruki *can* change reality, and the real question of the game is not about the logistics or "ontological dignity" of his reality, but rather - Do you want a world where all your wishes are granted and no suffering exists?
In the end, the game shows the Phantom Thieves that "sticking to their justice" will make them fight against people with similar ideals as theirs. It's funny, in a way, how Akechi was the one fully willing to fight Maruki from the start. His rebellion has always been more individualistic in nature than the Phantom Thieves' - he wanted revenge for himself, then redemption for himself and now he wants a reality where he isn't under anyone's control anymore. To him, Shido's country, Yaldabaoth's ruin and Maruki's world are all the same - Maruki just has a nicer, more therapy-speaky way of presenting his proposal, and sees people as his equals rather than as insolent masses, but his goal is the same. They're all worlds that shackle you for the "greater good". And in the end, Maruki, and Royal, force the P5 gang to become more like Akechi - to value their individuality in the face of the public's "justice".
To fight for what you believe in you will face people with the same determination as you. They will be your equals in many, many ways. In the end, you can only stick to your guns and hope that what you believe in is worth more than what they believe in.
I have a lot more to write about these topics but I'll leave it there. Maybe about the relationship between Maruki's reality and individuality next? That could be fun ^^
Btw - Special thanks to @thedaythatwas for inspiring me to write up stuff about Persona 5 Royal!
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Comfort Calls - Ingrid Engen
Ingrid Engen X Fem!Reader
Summary: Comforting Ingrid after the... rather unpleasant... game when she was in Norway
Warnings: Had to use that picture of Ingrid lol, Sad Ingrid and reader, use of Norwegian, translations into English listed! If the translation is wrong don't blame me, blame translate on google.
Authors Note: Find of short but hope you enjoy!
You felt your heart shatter when the game whistle blew, Norway had lost a very important game, a devastating loss was felt all over Norway, and the team.
Your thoughts immediately get to your girlfriend, the beautiful, kind Norwegian who you gave your heart too on December 16, 2022.
You knew she would be upset, everyone would.
Your questions were answered when the tv cut to a clip of all of the Norwegians crying on the pitch, your brunette girlfriend being one of them.
You felt tears prickle your eyes just watching her cry, hours away, you couldn't do any thing from Barcelona but watch her cry.
Unable to wrap your arms around her until she feels better.
After the match, and about 2 hours after, you decided to call her. Knowing you gave her enough time to calm down and go back to the hotel.
The phone rang for 3 second before being picked up. You could hear sniffles in the background, signaling she had been crying in her hotel room.
"Hey baby, are you okay?" Your voice calm and comforting, knowing that she is in a vulnerable state and very upset.
"Yeah, just disappointed." Your heart breaks again hearing the sadness and quietness in her voice, you aren't not used to hearing your happy and bubbly girlfriend so upset.
"I wish I could be there with you right now, babe." The words getting stuck in your throat, and your throat starting to burn by holding back tears.
"I wish you could be here too kjærlighet, very badly." (Love) She breaks out into tears mid sentence, making you start to cry as well.
"Its okay baby, you can cry as much as you want to." You never wanted to jump through the phone and kiss and hug someone so badly as you did right now.
You both sat there for a couple minutes as she calmed down and she spoke again.
"I tried really hard, I didn't want to disappoint you." She says the last sentence quieter, almost hard to hear but you caught it.
"Love you didn't disappoint me at all. You never could do anything to disappoint me. Never, do you understand?" Seriousness is heard in your voice, the voice you rarely use with her but you wanted her to know you were serious.
"Yes, jeg elsker deg så mye" (I love you so much) You could hear a smile in her voice, she always smiled when she said she loved you. She didn't know why she did, but she couldn't hold back a smile when she would say the words.
She also almost never said it in English. not that she couldn't, she just wanted you to know she seriously meant it when she used her mother tongue."
"I love you too baby, get some rest my love and I will see you soon."
"Okay, goodnight kjærlighet, you get some sleep too," (Love) You hear another smile in her words and smile to yourself at the sound.
"Yes of course, goodnight babe." You make a kiss sound into the phone and she mirrors it before hanging up.
When the call ends you smile before putting the phone away, you always knew after hard away games, all she needed was a comfort call from her girlfriend, and she would be just fine.
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Fluff prompts 4 and 28 please with Bakugo 💥❤️
"you're blushing" "am not!"
"because i'm in love with you, dumbass"
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bakugou katsuki always gets what he wants.
but what happens when it's you that he wants?
you had been his (self-proclaimed) best friend ever since the both of you were five years old. front teeth still not fully grown, but a wide gummy grin on your face, you told him you would be best friends forever.
you grabbed his arm and dragged him to the playground after that, his mouth agape at how you said that two minutes after meeting him so blatantly. how could you just say that?
he didn't know whether he was more shocked about that, or the fact that he didn't put up a fight or yell his head off.
but then again, you had always been special to him. you were the only one who could get him to calm down, a talent for which mitsuki called you her blessing. one hand on his shoulder, one whisper, and he was at your whim. he was whipped before either of you even knew it.
(except mitsuki, though. she saw it coming miles away.)
bakugou has known he's loved you since the day you showed up to his house, soaked from head to toe because of the rain. all because he said he wasn't feeling too good and doesn't think he can hang out today. god, he thought his heart would beat right out of his chest.
it made his stoic, harsh composure mellow down into the bakugou only you ever got to see. of course, he did yell at you for ten minutes for being "so fuckin' stupid," but the poorly concealed smile on his face and the worry etched onto his eyebrows told you he felt otherwise.
that was when he knew he couldn't ignore it anymore, he knew he loved you. and mentally, he didn't give a shit about how you felt. you were his - even if you didn't know it. you were his girl since day one.
being katsuki's best friend also meant you could see he had a clear soft spot for you - one which you couldn't help but fall in love with yourself. it also came with looking at his actions rather than his words.
the way he would complain about you being an idiot for not bringing a sweater, and still give you his own jacket everytime it was cold. the way he would act like it was a problem to help you with your homework, but he would stay up until two in the morning just to help you - even baking for you or cooking to help you sometimes.
it's no surprise you end up going everywhere and doing everything together - like bakugou would ever let you out of his sight. you were basically attached at the hip.
for safety reasons, obviously. that's what he told you, at least.
but how do you end up here?
you were sparring with bakugou less than a moment ago, explosions firing off into the air which crackled with fire and the smell of burnt caramel.
sweat dripping down both of your bodies, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you both sent blow after blow, short pants escaping the both of you as your muscles strained with every movement.
and then you trip on nothing, comically waving your hands in the air as you fall down and bring katsuki down with you, landing oh so gracefully on top of him with a loud thud, and a grunt from him.
you stay in that position for a moment to get your bearings, before propping yourself up on your hands to see if he was okay. but you might've ended up looking too long, because-
"oi, 's there somthin' on my face, shitty woman?" he grumbled, averting his gaze from yours.
but you couldn't help it. you'd seen him from up close before, but never in a position like this. it made the butterflies in your stomach go wild, being able to look at all his breathtaking features from so near.
"i asked you a question, dumbass" he repeated as his eyes looked at you again, his crimson gaze scrutinizing you as his nose scrunched up a bit in annoyance at your unrelenting stare. oh shit.
"sorry!" you squeaked. you didn't mean to get caught staring so obviously. your whole body felt like it was on fire with the physical contact you had with him, and he caught you.
"you're blushing" he stated. but it made his heart beat a little faster, knowing he had that effect on you just as you did on him. but would you ever let him know he was making you feel that way? hell no. he was cocky enough as is.
"am not!" you huffed, squirming to get off him-
but oh. he had his strong arms around your waist, effectively trapping you between them. it was now or never, bakugou was a no nonsense guy, and he was determined to get you to admit your feelings now that he knew he could make you so flustered.
he tightened his hold on you, just to see how you'd react. not because he liked the way your body felt so warm against his. not because he thought he could hold you like this forever if you would let him.
you let out a surprised sound at the feeling, and before you knew it, you were red all to the tips of your ears. damn him, you thought. but all you could think about was how comfortable you felt, the smell of burnt caramel invading your senses as it has so many times before.
"then why'd ya start blushin' even more now?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you, knowing he's trapped you now.
"'s it cause of the heat? cause i beat your ass during training? or maybe its c-"
"it's because i'm in love with you, dumbass!" you put a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. he let out a shit-eating grin, knowing he'd won. and god, he's never wanted to kiss you as much as he did right now, finally knowing you feel the same way.
"you want to- what? you feel the same way?"
shit. he said that out loud?
but before he could say anything, your lips touched his, making his mind go blank. and they molded so perfectly against his own, like you both were made for each other. they felt so soft and full, he was sure you'd get him addicted.
and he gladly would let you, because bakugou katsuki always gets what he wants.
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Okay but daydreams now that you bring it up i want to know about your jealous and possibly degrading diluc
tw - non/con, verbal degradation, stalking.
OK SO
he just seems so petty to me,,, like, it's not enough that you've caught his eye, but you have to flaunt yourself in front of him, sit yourself down at his bar with such a low neckline and such a tight corset and accept drinks from patrons you'll leave on the arm of in no more than an hour. you have to see how he flushes when you look in his direction, how he stammers as your hand brushes over yours as you accept yet another glass of his finest wine, and yet, you never seem to spare a second thought towards him before pressing yourself into the side of some dashing night or letting that grinning librarian read you yet another innuendo-laden poem.
it's inevitable that he'll grow dissatisfied, grow frustrated with your current arrangement (or, rather, the lack thereof). he has a life planned out for you and him, a ring waiting on the mantle above the fireplace he plans to make love to you in front of after you finally realize who you're meant to be with, but his temper is prone to flaring and his patience burns away quickly, and his plans have to be adjusted when he finds himself in the alleyway behind his tavern, your unsteady body pinned between his and the stone wall as he grunts out half-coherent thoughts concerning 'wine-addled whores' and 'empty-headed sluts who'd do anything for a bottle'. you're too drunk to stay conscious beyond the first time he cums inside of you, but that's alright. when you do come back to the waking world, you'll find yourself in the master bedroom of his manor, every window bolted shut and the prettiest ruby ring on your finger. you may protest, at first, but diluc's already showed you the worst of himself. he's not afraid to offer a few more cruel words, if it means having you all to himself <3
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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔
part 6 of 🌧️welcome to hell🌧️
summary - demons lingered in the back of your mind, causing you to think you aren't good enough and it doesn't help that steve is ignoring you.
warning - bad thoughts, self-hate, mentions of cheating, angst, barely eating, emotionally drained, feeling like you aren't good enough.
the gif I use isn't mine, headers by me.
part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 7
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
What if you and Steve were meant to part ways, only so that you could find each other again. What if you were destined for each other? But instead of being together now, you both needed to grow separately, and soon the two of you would meet again in the coming years when you were both ready.
You didn’t know who you were anymore. You were no longer the person you were before you met Johnny, and you weren’t exactly who you were when you were with him. You felt stuck and horrible. You hadn’t gotten better after the divorce, not even when Steve entered your life.
Somehow, you lit up his darkness and he silenced your mind. Around him, you felt as though you could finally breathe. But why couldn’t you relax?
Your eyes fluttered open as you woke from your slumber and you just laid there, staring up at the ceiling. It had been a few weeks since you bumped into Steve and you wondered if you had done something wrong.
Steve helped you with your bags, placing them on your kitchen counter before he turned and looked around your place with a smile, his hands stuffed in his jean pockets. “You have a nice place, it suits you.” God, why could you two stare at each other and feel so connected, but then so awkward when trying to find something to talk about.
“Thank you. You really didn’t have to help me.” You gesture towards the bags before you begin to unpack them, hoping that the cold products haven't warmed too much.
Steve waves you off. “I didn’t mind. Like I said, I wanted to help.” It felt so natural as he began to unpack the other bag, like this was your routine. The two of you moved so gracefully, like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into its spot as you moved around the kitchen, putting things away.
Once you finished, your eyes locked onto Steve’s as he leant against the counter. “W–Would you like something to drink? Or eat?” You watched his eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting your eyes again.
“Water, please.” Did his voice get deeper? You felt like you could drop at any second with how he looked at you. You moved quickly, hands shaking slightly as you filled up a glass before handing it over to him. Steve grabs it gently from you, his fingers brushing against yours and sparks erupt at the touch, causing a soft gasp to escape you. “Thank you.”
You watched him drink, how could such a normal thing look so hot and sinful when he did it? His eyes never left yours, but yours left his when he moved the glass away from his mouth. You watched his tongue flick out as he collected the water that glistened against his lips. This felt so wrong, but so right at the same time.
You blink and clear your throat, quickly moving away from him before you do something you may regret. Steve moves over to the sink, washing the glass for you before putting it away. Your mouth hangs open slightly, not even Johnny did that. You would always have to clean up after him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stop comparing the two!
But they look so alike… You can’t help but think. It was strange.
You shake your head from your thoughts as Steve touches your shoulder gently. “Are you okay?”
You hum. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.” You felt like you were suffocating, like this was all a dream. If this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake from it. You let out a shuddering breath as you stare into Steve’s eyes, you could see concern swirling around. “I’m okay. I just got lost in my thoughts.”
Steve nods as if he understands, and the weirdest thing was that every thought seemed to disappear as his hand brushed against your hip. Neither of you could deny the pull, and it scared the hell out of you.
You barely knew Steve, and yet you felt so safe with him. You nearly cried as he pulled away, stepping back, his hand now falling to his side. His phone didn’t go off, but he pulled it out. “I have to go, my friend messaged me.” He gestured to his phone, and you felt your heart sink. Maybe it was inevitable, maybe deep down all men really were the same. Be it in friend, brother, father, or lover form. It was a curse that no woman could seem to break. “It was lovely to see you again, and if you ever need me. I’m right across from you.” He gave a smile so fake that you wanted to believe it to be real. And then he left, leaving you to stand there as your thoughts crashed into you.
You blink tiredly from the memory.
Maybe he got scared as well. Maybe he had his own demons, one in the form of an ex. Your chest tightened at the thought of him with someone else, and then you sighed.
He’s not yours, idiot. He never will be, so stop being so pathetic.
You groan, your thoughts have become meaner lately. You slide out of bed and head over to your closet, scratching your head as you stare at your clothes. Your lip turns as you don’t like anything you see, maybe this would be a good time to have a day to yourself. Well, technically everyday now is to yourself because you left your husband after catching him fucking your best friend.
Your nose scrunches as the image of them fucking pops up into your head. They were your own demons that would possibly forever haunt you.
You grab some jeans, a plain black shirt and underwear before heading into your bathroom. As you place your things down onto the bathroom counter, your eyes catch your reflection, and it was like death was staring back at you. It seemed the physical toll had slipped from your attention, you had thought you were doing okay aside from the nasty thoughts. Sure, you didn’t eat as often, but it wasn’t because you were starving yourself. You just hadn’t been as hungry, anytime you would go to eat, those two would pop up into your head and your appetite would disappear.
You stripped before slipping under the water. Now you understood why Steve would avoid you like the plague whenever you bumped into him in the hallway.
You hated this stupid pull that you kept feeling, it was like a constant tugging. It kept trying to pull you in the direction of Steve, like somehow it knew he was close and craved him to be near you. You wished you could grab some scissors and cut the cord that was attaching you to him. Maybe then he could be free of you, free of the burden you seemed to carry.
You shoved your head underwater, wanting these thoughts to disappear. Maybe taking you along with them. You stand under the shower for a bit longer before slowly getting out and drying yourself off. You don’t dare look in the mirror in fear of what you would see. You hurriedly dress yourself and walk out of the room, grabbing your shoes and bag.
As you exit your apartment, you are met with Steve leaving his. Your eyes widen for a split second before you quickly look down and walk away, not caring that you didn’t lock your door. You didn’t want to burden him with your presence. When you’ve made quite a distance between the two of you, you let out a deep sigh.
Was this how it was going to be for you? Forever cursed from love and happiness?
You were going to be okay. You had to be.
Steve watched with a saddened look as you walked away. He knew he was being an arse, he didn’t mean to, really. It was just that anytime he was around you, or thinking about you, he would feel this intense feeling wash over him. Steve had felt those feelings the first time he bumped into you and then the second two years later. He was scared, scared that he may end up hurting you. Of course, he didn’t know he was already doing that.
You walked through the doors of a local second-hand shop, a place you generally enjoyed shopping at. You head straight towards the clothing section, beginning to flick through.
“Wanda! Did I tell you the news about Steve?” Without meaning to, your ears perk up at the name. You knew it could be a possibility that it was another Steve, but subconsciously you listened in.
You had heard that voice before, though. You just didn’t know where from…
“No, what about him?” You pick out a few pieces of clothing as you listen in.
“He finally found someone! He met her once before, but they ran into each other again!” A tug at your heart, even though the person might not be your Steve. “He constantly spoke about her even when he didn’t even know her, now that has doubled. You remember right?”
The other woman hums. “Oh yeah, isn’t that why everyone teases him?”
You round the corner, eyes widening a bit when you spot the woman talking. She was the same one from when you had bumped into Steve the first time. Your heart tugs like crazy because you knew this couldn’t be you, they were talking about. Steve had been ignoring you, so why would he talk about you to his friends?
Natasha looks up as she’s about to reply and you immediately look down, pretending you are looking through the clothes in your arms. You don’t see her nudge the woman next to her, gesturing to you or the fact that they are now approaching until it’s too late.
“Hi. I know you.” You look up surprised. Natasha smiles teasingly. “You’re Steve’s girl!”
You shake your head, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Uh no… I’m not his girl…” You stumble slightly. “I—I know him! But uh, we aren’t…” You gulp, this was painful.
The women smile. “Okay, you aren’t his girl now. But you will be!” Wanda replied, a giant grin on her face. “Oh, sorry! Hi, I’m Wanda!”
“Y/n, and I don’t think so. Steve and I aren’t even friends.” You begin to chew on your bottom lip, needing someone to talk to about this, but you didn’t have any friends… You also didn’t know if you could trust having a friend again. You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling dry.
Natasha’s brows furrow, “Wait, don’t you guys live across from each other?” You nod, “And you don’t talk?” You shake your head.
“Dumbarse” She mutters under her breath, shaking her head. “I’m sorry about Steve. He’s made it sound like you guys were close.” Natasha facepalms. “I am so going to kick his arse when I see him.”
“You don’t have to, it’s okay.” You try to fake a smile, but it feels like they can see through it.
Wanda grins. “Why don’t you join us? We can forget about men and just shop!”
You made it back to your apartment after spending the day with Wanda and Natasha, you hadn’t felt this happy in a while. As you hit the last step, your head lifts and your eyes connect with those beautiful blue ones. You feel your throat dry and your stomach twist.
“Y/n…” You slowly move forward, berating yourself for allowing your heart to feel something for him. You were already so broken, why did you think anyone could love you. Your gaze flickers to the bouquet of flowers in his hands, noticing how they shake slightly. Maybe he had a date and wasn’t expecting you to show as he was leaving.
You continue to walk, hoping to slide past him and into the safety of your home. Even though it felt so lonely inside. Steve reaches out, grasping your arm gently, causing you to stop and look at him. Neither of you can ignore the spark that lights from your touch. Unable to ignore the pull anymore, it felt as though time had stilled as you once again locked eyes.
“I’m sorry… I’ve been an arse.” Steve frowns, all of the negative feelings he’s been feeling have finally come crashing down on him.
You shake your head, giving another one of your fake smiles. “You don’t have to apologise, Steve. It’s not like we were friends or anything, you don’t need to be nice to me.”
His hold on you tightens slightly, Steve wonders who the hell hurt you to make you think that. He stares deeply into your eyes, hoping that you can see he’s telling the truth. “I do. Because I am sorry. You didn’t deserve me ignoring you, especially if you think it has anything to do with you. I was in the wrong, and I’d like to make it up to you if you allow me.”
Another choice for you to make. One where it could go incredibly well or one you would regret forever.
You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to find a sliver of a lie. Your gaze moves down, and you look at the flowers. “I got these for you… I didn’t want to apologise empty–handed.”
And like that, your demons quietened. “I’ve never received flowers before…” His love roared louder than your demons, silencing them.
You looked back up at him and made your choice.
The gravitational pull between you had become stronger, finally feeling like it was ready. It seemed the universe and all the galaxies had a talk and said,
“Yeah, It’s time.”
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Flirting with him during a match <3
Kageyama Tobio x manager!reader
wc: 400
a/n: because I'm obsessed with a confident reader who loves Kageyama loudly! and him being shy! If you're a nerd like me this sorta takes place in ep 2x07. Also send me requests if you have them, I don't bite i swear. Love y'all, that's all.
In hindsight, it wasn't surprising. The sets at group practices were unserious, despite the flaming passion for the sport the Karasuno team had always displayed. So when Tsukishima didn't jump for another spike and displayed a general lack of effort that day, and suddenly coach Ukai was whispering to the other team's coach, you probably should've made some connections.
Regardless, it was quite a shock when you heard coach address you at a time out, "Tsukishima, take off your pennie and give it to y/n. Y/n, show him how you play with some spirit, okay?"
"huh- Oh, okay, yeah," You accepted his position while the team stared in a mix of disbelief that not only was tsukki subbed out, but they wanted you, a manager, to demonstrate his position. There was a general hub of satisfaction, though. You were always well-liked and a good player, and the enthusiastic team was ready for you to give it your all. Any hint of nerves were quickly shook off of you with their contagious fervor for the sport.
And then you saw his hilarious attempt at a smile. Kageyama was clearly excited to have his girlfriend play alongside him, as that familiar grimace was etched onto his face. You slip the pennie over your head as the team clumps closer together.
Kageyama is first to speak, "Okay, y/n, how do you like your tosses?"
His fiery ambition for the sport had always been attractive to you, but when that attention was focused towards you, it was magnetic.
"hmm, how do I like them? Definitely a little tall..." he nodded his head as you clarified, "with dark hair and blue eyes."
Kageyama's cheeks immediately flushed pink when you realized you weren't describing a set. The other members of the team chuckled to themselves, pushing his shoulder teasingly.
You save him from his flustered paralysis by breaking the silence, "I'll be able to spike whatever you toss, don't worry." Your typical confidence was on full display, but your teammates knew you really meant that you trusted Kageyama's skill as a setter. And internally, you were just honored to be trusted and tossed to by such a genius on the court.
You all put your hands in and give a final cheer, tossing a quick wink to Kageyama before running out onto the court to release your energy alongside the most ambitious team you could've ever asked for.
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Let’s Soothe Your Mind
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New Song Discovery for the Reading: Reservations – Dugong Jr, Julia Lostrom, Keelan Mak
Pile 1 Pile 2 Pile 3
🚨 P.S.A 🚨 : I do not give personal readings! Disclaimer: this is for entertainment only!
Added Description: all my readings are timeless and meant to reach those who resonate to the messages.
[ General Messages: Rain; Autumn; Libra and Leo Seasons, “My love do you ever dream of candy coated raindrops”- Candy Rain by Soul for Real, Longboards (Skateboarding and Surfing); Raya the Last Dragon; Dewdrop; Spicy (foods); Avatar the Last Airbender; Fire Flakes; Honeydew; Drinks; Tantrums; Saturn Hour; Saturn Placements and Aspects; (Smithsonian) Museums; 1010; Kendrick Lamar; Trouble - Taylor Swift; Caught Up; Cheat; Exclusion; (Reaction) Memes; Distrust; Camping; Tents; Connections; Frustration; Online ]
Pile 1
[ Cards: Justice; Moon Reversed; Ace of Wands; Seven of Cups Reversed; Two of Wands ]
Confirmation Messages: Gojo & Geto; Anxiety (Playlist); “Get off of me/Ew get away,” (directed towards emotions feeling stuck to your body or feels like “bugs” crawling on skin); Anxiousness; Nervousness; Shadow and Bones (?); Shadow Hunters; Slowing Down; Chaotic Energy; Out of Control; Bugs; (Breaking) Habits; Messy Thoughts; Strategic; “Playing it Cool”; Patrick Star?; Hares; Hates Feeling Emotions; Pink Flowers (Real or Artificial); Systems Down; Mewing (?)
Something new might have happened or you feel like this is the universe (or whoever you believe in) giving you something. This energy feels like Carl and Cindy’s interaction (from Jimmy Neutron). In this case you’re Carl and Cindy is the universe lol. Maybe you were in a rut or had a cycle of “unfortunate events” in regard to circumstances or people.
If you’re asking for clarification: You have free will — it’s up to you whether you want to continue what you’re doing or not. I’m not sensing anything “bad” or “malicious” intent in regards to what/who you’re inquiring about. There’s this sense of catastrophizing new things. There’s also this feeling of “too good to be true”. I don’t know if you said/thought/felt this: “I need a fucking break” is strongly coming in.
So now that you have this break — it’s almost like you don’t know what to do or how to proceed. It’s as if you’re holding a globe but you don’t get to actually go anywhere. Maybe at one point you did get experience with this, only to be let down? Either way having no control is what’s scaring you and causing this anxiousness (especially if this deals with a person).
What’s coming in for those who are iffy about proceeding: “let them, just let them because you are your own before and after meeting this person”. This can also deal with a situation too — as in this doesn’t define you. There is no need to punish/blame yourself for being afraid/ not taking this offer. It just means you weren’t ready and that’s okay. Go at your own pace.
For those of you who want to proceed with this situation/person then you’ll have to let down your walls bit by bit. Again it’s okay to go at your own pace or ask to slow down. The same applies: “let them”. The door is always open so let them or “let you”. You can always set it down and move to the next one. It’s okay.
Bonus Question to Ask Yourself: “What did I keep doing that keeps hurting? Why do I keep repeating this behavior?” - by WNRS
So that’s all that I’m getting for pile 1. If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading this, I really appreciate it. If this resonates let me know. I am supporting you through and through 🧡!
Pile 2
[ Cards: Three of Swords Reversed; 3 of Pentacles Reversed; 6 of Swords; 5 of Pentacles Reversed; 9 Of Swords; 3 of Wands ]
Confirmation Messages: Courage; Charli XCX (Brat album); The Sun; Music; Concerts; Celebrity; Billie Eilish; Air and Earth Placements; Careless; Responsibility; Overthinker; New Things; Success; Moving On; 55; 66; 333; 9; Truth; Waiting; Patience; Releasing Judgement; Let it flow; Getting or Wanting Numbers? Holding Back; Calculated Risks; Chappell Roan; Doechii; Temptation - Raveena; Gemini; Aries
So I’m feeling like you’re releasing this heartache (for some it could be from your past?) I don’t know why, I pulled a clarification and it’s the 10 of Cups and I heard “No that’s so scary, Boo Feelings and Happiness!” So maybe you’re afraid of things working out because you were always let down in the past.
I feel like this can be about a connection (?) — there’s a lot of air coming in which means social lives. This may have come when things just started to calm down or in the midst of healing? To be honest this pile’s energy tends to overthink a lot. Like I feel like there’s this thing where you’re scared of saying the wrong thing which makes you take a step back only to make the overthinking worse. Maybe you’re asking friends what to do because I split the deck and saw 3 of Cups.
For some reason I feel like you need more reassurance so I’ll just pull out more cards for you. So I got the 2 of cups and the Eight of Wands (reversed), Judgement, and the Emperor. The first thing I’m picking up is that: you two may have opposite personalities or are awake at different times because we have two blue cards and two gold cards.
I’m also getting that the pace is painfully slow despite things going smoothly. It’s like you want to take control but you’re aware it won’t go smoothly if you rush it. For some of you there’s this thing of being afraid to take the “lead” or being pressured by society to take the lead.
(Side note: I don’t know who needs to hear this but there’s no hierarchy in a connection. There’s no, “who wears the pants” or whatever heteronormative stuff that gets constantly pushed into connections. What makes a connection work is when both people see each other as equals and accepting of one another)
You’re going to hate me for this but…it takes time and teamwork for a connection to work out. So yeah, go at your own comfortable pace (not a pace society tells you to go by) and enjoy the present time. For some reason I really have to “hammer it in” to take your time; let this connection take its time. Let things fall into place all on its own and if you feel called to do something (meaning the timing is right) then by all means take that initiative.
When you let things slowly progress you will also get a better understanding and feel of this person, from there you can see if you want to proceed or not.
Bonus Questions to Ask Yourself: “When have I given too much of myself in a relationship (could also be platonic)? What did that look like? What lesson did that leave me with?” - WNRS
That’s really all I’m getting, to be honest this reading is so chaotic and so long even though it barely reached 5 paragraphs. If you made it this far thank you so much, I appreciate it. I’m wishing you luck and please take your time!
Pile 3
[ Cards: Queen of Pentacles; 7 of Swords; Justice; Five of Cups Reversed; 8 of Pentacles; 7 of Cups; 7 of Pentacles ]
Confirmation Messages: Horror Games; Paranormal; Libra; Yellowjackets; Birds of a Feather; Unrequited; Nevada; Winter; Baby Powder; Scents; Insincerity; Friday; Outcasts; Water(falls); Late Spring; (Couples) Therapy; 777; (Down by the Water) PJ Harvey; Library; Goth (Music); Unknown; Earth Placement; Situationship; Clear Mind; Tiredness; “Success is the Best Revenge”; Lana Del Rey; Distractions; Cheating; 1:23
You may have left a connection or felt this person was dishonest. I think what made it worse is outside advice (which is ironic because y’know we’re here lol). Perhaps someone gave you the, “time heals all wounds” or “it’s okay! Just get pretty and focus on your job!” Only to feel dread, I’m not going to lie. I don’t know if you put a limit to your sadness because there’s this sense of, “I should be over this by now.” I feel like some of you did achieve this success/glow up you wanted yet still feel grief.
Honestly, it’s okay to grieve as long as you want to. There is no time limit to feel grief and sadness. Realistically speaking, grief stays with us. Grief can come in the form of memories popping up or when you feel nostalgic — that’s a part of grief and that’s okay. All we can do is look at them and see them for who they are and what they did. (Now, I’m not excusing their actions at all!) For example; it’s one of those things where someone waits for years to get closure only to get nothing and in the end they accept they’ll never get it.
I know this may sound bitter and for some bittersweet, but let the grief flow. You’re not crying over “spilt milk”, for all we know it’s not just spilt milk! Maybe it was milk you got with your hard earned money and now you don’t have milk because you just spent the last portions of your money so you can wipe your ass! So no, it’s not just milk! (lol sorry I just hate when the 5 of cups gets that connotation — there’s always something deeper to it.)
Look, distracting yourself out of emotions via deep diving in your work isn’t always the best thing to do. Sometimes you need silence (no music or sounds!) and sit with yourself. Really sit, lay or something with yourself and be vulnerable. Sit with that feeling for just a minute (not drown in it) because it’s asking to be acknowledged. Acknowledgment is a key to acceptance and with that comes the healing.
I feel like when you do acknowledge your grief, come to terms with the situation/person for who they are it’ll make the healing process bearable. I’m not saying it’ll be easier and you’ll be happy at a flip of a coin. I’m just saying because of this acceptance you may find you’re not doing your work/hobbies/goals for the sake of revenge but because it’s for you. You’re doing these things because you love it or for your own happiness/fulfillment.
Bonus Question to Ask Yourself: “What’s my favorite song at the moment? Why do I love it so much? (Play it for yourself)”. - by WNRS
Alrighty Pile 3 that’s all I got for you, thank you so much for reading until the very end! I appreciate it. I'm giving you some peace and love 🧡.
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This news has people saying they'd like to see more from AFC Richmond (obviously) including the creation of the women's team. This is kind of a nightmare idea for me, because one thing I, as a football nerd, need people to understand about the concept of an AFC Richmond Women's Team is that they absolutely definitely already should have had one during seasons 1-3 of the show? Which made the pitch from Keeley in the s3 finale montage land SUPER badly for me. Like, a nice idea, easily conveyed, but nope.
Because the "football canon" of the situation is that every established Premier League club now has an affiliated women's team. And like yeah, Richmond aren't very good. But most other clubs going down the ladder into the Championship, League One, etc, also have women's teams. Richmond, when the show started, had been in the Prem without relegation for a long time. They would not be the only Prem club without a womens team!!! They would have been constantly called out for it, it would have been a huge criticism and pressure point.
(Side note: same goes for a youth academy - clubs are required to have one. So you can imagine that off-screen, AFC Richmond is operating an academy, a Development/ Reserve men's team, and a women's team, it just has nothing to do with the squad Ted coaches and their training may well be housed elsewhere.)
The WSL (womens top tier in the UK) doesn't have as many teams in it as the Prem due to structure (12 vs the Prem's 20), so the levels the men's and women's teams play at can vary drastically within the same club. Not all Prem clubs have the womens team in the WSL. But any club you (or the TL writers) may have compared to Richmond, or based them on? They do have a women's team, whether they play at the top level or not.
So for me, the moment with Keeley works okay as a "don't question it" thing in the context of a harmless series finale montage, but it doesn't work as something to build new stories off, at least not in the simplistic way it was presented. Because any extension of the Ted Lasso Universe, or a Ted Lasso season 4, that would possibly incorporate the "starting of a women's team" would be the show going SO far outside the realm of football realism that it feel like a major contrast to how the show has approached the football element before - including like, what division or tier a newly launched team would even be allowed to start in, and all that. You're not meant to dig into the moment in the finale, just process it as a nice, fuzzy concept. But if there is more show to come, with a plot line that tackles the idea pitched in the finale, it could never match the level of football realism that was applied to the show before, because they've invented a totally fake situation that just doesn't work like that. They would be lowering their own bar. I know that many elements of TL, like Ted coaching, are already extremely fake, but their dedication to most of what counts is very good and very specific. Following through on what the finale implied about the women's team would be a drop in football realism from their existing standards and I am suuuuper not interested in that happening. It would be a quality drop for sure.
This is a bit of a rant and I am possibly the only fan who cared about this, but that Keeley and Rebecca scene was honestly one of the worst finale moments for me just because it implies something soooo wroooong.
HOWEVER, there's a pretty easy fix, and it would be cool if they went in this direction: the only reasonable explanation is that Rupert ran the women's team into the ground/never funded it, just met the bare minimum requirements, and they were currently playing below FA level, like in the 5th tier with only semi-pro players who don't get a professional wage - basically hobby players, and Keeley’s pitch was about reviving them and getting promoted up the tiers ASAP, Welcome to Wrexham style, with new funding, recruiting etc. Sucks that they got no attention from Rebecca before now but they may not have had money to spare for it during season 2 or before Rebecca sold shares in the club... dealing with that, and the fact that Rebecca had to knowingly leave them on the back burner and neglect them... that could be interesting. There's a story to be had about the women's team, don't get me wrong, but it isn't as simple an idea as the finale implied and that the fans have since run with.
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I love your young hotchniss fics where they got together young and stayed together - can you write a minimal loss au based in a universe like that? I can’t stop thinking about Aaron and how he’d react if she was his wife in there.
bonus points if they have a kid or two
Ahhh bestie I LOVE this idea.
And, as always, it massively got away from me and this is now a 3 parter.
I really hope you enjoy this <3
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Even Statues Crumble if They’re Made to Wait
She can't stop thinking about the fact she isn't even meant to be here. That she's still supposed to be at home on maternity leave instead of sitting in a church in Colorado wondering if she'd ever see her husband or her little girl again.
A Minimal Loss AU with a Young Hotchniss twist.
Part 1/3
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Words: 2.7k
Warnings: None for this chapter - but future chapters will have warnings for Emily Prentiss whump, canon typical violence
Read over on A03, or below the cut
November 1993
It’s her idea.
He always liked to joke that most of the crazy things they did were and this was no different. Aaron was sensible. All sharp edges and carefully pressed suits. Emily was the opposite. Wild and slightly all over the place, still rebelling against her parents even though she was now in her 20s. The desire to not conform to what she knew her mother expected of her, to not force herself to be something she knew she could never be, making her make choices she knew her mother would hate.
It’s what had drawn Emily to Aaron in the first place, a need she still didn’t quite understand to mess with him, to blur his clean lines and make him smile when he was trying to be serious. He was different to most people she’d ever met. She’d grown up surrounded by people who never really said what they thought, every word carefully chosen and curated. Aaron didn’t speak much, especially at first when they first met, but he was always honest when he did.
He said so much more than everyone else she knew and now, just shy of 6 months down the line from when she’d first leant in and kissed him, he didn’t have to say anything at all. She knew what he was thinking when his eyebrows would furrow slightly, revealing the line between them that she loved to press her thumb into, easing whatever it was that was troubling him with no more than the feel of her skin against his. She knew when he half smiled at her, one of his dimples peeking out from the depth of his cheek, he was trying to hide his amusement, silently asking her to wait until they were alone to carry on with whatever she was saying.
She sighs contentedly as she stretches in bed, smiling when she feels him pull her close, his arm heavy over her waist as he buries his face in the back of her neck, his lips pressed against her skin.
“Morning,” he says, his gruff voice making a shiver run down her spine. She loved early mornings like this with him. Loved the parts of him that were just for her. She turns in his arms and smiles as they end up face to face, both of them sharing her pillow.
“Morning,” she replies, pressing her lips against his. He drags her impossibly closer, his hand skimming under the shirt she’s wearing, his shirt, his palm warm against her skin, “You sleep okay?”
He nods, taking the opportunity to kiss her cheek, then the tip of her nose, “I always sleep well when I’m with you.”
She can’t help but smile even wider at him, familiar warmth spreading through her chest as his words settle over her. She’d never liked it when people had said things like that to her, the disingenuous nature of it enough to make her skin crawl, but it was different with him. He meant it. He never said anything he didn’t mean.
He loved her, and she loved him. And that was why she was sure she’d made the right decision, even if it would seem nothing short of irrational and impulsive to anyone else.
She reaches for his hand, smiling as she links her fingers through his and the wedding band on her finger clinks against the matching one on his, “Well it’s a good thing we’re going to wake up together forever, huh?”
She’d never intended to get married young and certainly not to a man she’d been with for less than a year. For a long time, she’d claimed she’d never get married at all, her defiance a last stand of sorts against her parent’s expectations of her. A never-ending stream of appropriate men paraded in front of her at boring parties as she dreaded a life as a bored socialite. Aaron changed that. He was older than her, by a couple more years than she was sure her father would approve of, but he never made her feel less than. He never used the fact he was older, that he knew what he wanted from life, against her. Instead, he tried to encourage her, let the parts of her that he’d lost in himself, if he’d ever had them at all, get drawn out She often joked he was born middle-aged even though he was nowhere near it yet, the last few hours before his 29th birthday spent in bed together after getting married.
It’s how she finds herself barely 23 and married to the man she knows is the love of her life. She didn’t have to wait any set amount of time to know that, no matter how much a year ago she never could have believed this was where she would have ended up.
She especially wouldn’t believe it had been her idea. She’d suggested that they get married, something that she’d initially said as a half-joke that quickly turned into a serious plan. He was due to start his new job at the FBI soon, she was just about done with her master’s degree and unsure about what she wanted to do next. The only thing she was sure of, the only thing she thinks she’s ever been sure of, was him.
Aaron had taken some convincing. He’d looked at her like she’d lost her mind, his eyes wide as her suggestion that they just got married hanging in the air around them as they discussed their options going forward. She talked him around, eventually. Gently assuring him that she meant it, that even though they’d only been together a few months she loved him, that she knew he loved her. They’d snuck off to city hall just the two of them with rings she’d bought at a jewellery store on the other side of town just to ensure no one who worked there knew her mother, and now she was lying in bed with her husband, the novelty of it nowhere near wearing off.
“We’re going to have to tell people now,” he says, a nervous edge to his smile as he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, “A secret boyfriend is one thing, a secret husband is something I doubt even you’d manage to keep to yourself.”
She laughs and shakes her head at him, any attempt to pretend to be mad at him lost before it can even begin, “I know. It sounds insane because I know people will have something to say,” she says, smiling softly at him, “But I can’t wait for people to know.”
“Me neither,” he hums, pulling her closer, “I can’t wait to show off my wife.”
Her stomach flips, love she would have wasn’t real outside of the pages of her favourite fairytales making her heart pound in her chest, the beat of it loud in her head as she rests her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she settles into him again, keen to drag out this slow morning between them as long as possible before they had to invite in the outside world.
She kisses his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, something that never fails to calm her down, “Happy birthday, baby.”
He kisses the top of her head, his smile so wide she can feel it against her scalp, “Thanks, sweetheart,” he kisses her again, squeezing her impossibly closer, “I have a feeling 29 is going to be my favourite age yet.”
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October 2008
He knows his wife is going to be annoyed the moment Stauss asks him to speak to her. He pauses on the porch of their house, giving himself a moment to blow out a slow breath before he steps inside.
“Sweetheart, I’m home.”
“We’re in here,” she replies, her voice floating out from the living room and he smiles, any concern about the conversation they were about to have disappearing as he shrugs off his coat and slips off his shoes. His smile gets wider as he walks into the living room, an invisible weight lifting off his shoulders the moment he sees his wife and daughter. Emily smiles back at him, her exhaustion clear but in no way diminishing her beauty, and she turns so the baby girl against her chest is facing him, “Look Alice, Daddy’s home.”
He walks over and kisses Emily before he cups the back of his daughter’s head, stamping a kiss against the 10-week-olds dark hair, “How are my girls?”
“Tired,” Emily says, kissing him as he stands back up straight, “But good. How was work?” She asks, starting to pace back and forth as Alice cries out, “We missed you.”
“I missed you both too,” he says, offering his hands out, “Want me to take her?”
She shakes her head gratefully, “It’s okay,” she says, kissing the top of Alice’s head, “She’ll need feeding soon anyway.”
He nods and clears his throat, his earlier conversation with his boss coming back to haunt him as he watches his wife and daughter, “Strauss asked how you were doing earlier.”
Emily pauses for a brief second before she carries on, her eyes narrowing slightly, “Why?”
“She was interested,” he says, clearing his throat again when she raises her eyebrows at him as she sees through his obvious lie, “She asked if I’d ask you to work a case.”
She frowns, coming to a stop, “When?”
“The next couple of days.”
She scoffs, adjusting her hold on Alice, “You do realise I’m on maternity leave, right?” She asks incredulously, “I had a baby 10 weeks ago. You were there as she tunnelled out of me.”
He covers a laugh, knowing it would be the wrong thing to do at the best of times, let alone when she was exhausted and hormonal, “Yes. I remember.”
“Does Strauss?” She asks, sighing when Alice starts to fuss again, “Sorry sweet girl,” she says, kissing her forehead as she starts to pace again, “Mommy’s sorry,” she looks up at her husband and sighs, “I’m not even in the BAU anymore. When I go back I’m back in Counterterrorism.”
“I know that too,” he replies, and she gives him a look, one he knows is a warning, “Sorry. She asked if you could do it because it requires a bit of undercover work as a social worker at a compound out in Colorado. She thinks that your background at Interpol and your experience in child advocacy will help. I told you it's impressive that you used to be a spy.”
"I wasn't a spy," she grumbles as she always did when he made that joke, "I did paperwork in their DC office for years." She sighs, guilt blooming in her chest, forcing her to breathe in deeply part of what he'd said stuck in her head, “Child advocacy?”
He walks over and places his hand on her arm, “We got a call that the leader of the sect has taken some child brides,” he says, hating how she presses her lips together and shakes her head, her cheek resting against Alice’s head, “Strauss and the Deputy Director believe it’s time critical.”
She nods, blowing out a shaky breath, “It can’t wait another couple of weeks until I’m supposed to be back?”
“I’ll tell her no if you want me to sweetheart,” he says, placing his hand on her back, pulling her and Alice into his arms, “You and Alice come first. You know that.”
She does know that. She knows he’d do whatever she wanted and she loves him for it. When she was younger, in her early 20s and freshly married to a man she’d known only for a few months, a part of her worried her feelings for him would fade over the years. That reality would eventually set in and real life would get in the way. If anything, reality had only ever made her love him more. Everything they lived through together, good and bad, was evidence that she’d made the right decision when she asked him to marry her.
“I should go,” she says eventually, her lips pressed firmly together, her duty to her work, to the innocent people stuck on a compound in Colorado that she could help, “I’m not sure how I’m going to make it work when I’m breastfeeding our kid,” she quips, forcing the humour in an attempt to settle the anxiety in her belly, “But I’ll go.”
“You’re sure?” He asks, and she nods, holding Alice impossibly closer, “I’ll come with you,” he says, and her eyes go wide, panic that he’d forgotten their agreement they wouldn’t work cases together anymore because of their daughter flooding her chest. It was one of the reasons she’d left the BAU when she had Alice, so that her little girl would never lose both of her parents, “No, sweetheart. Not into the compound. I don’t think I’d pass for a social worker anyway,” he feels something in his chest ease when she smiles at his poor attempt for a joke, “Reid will go in with you. I’ll come to Colorado with you and stay in the hotel room with your mini-me,” he says, running his knuckle up and down Alice’s cheek, “That way you can still feed her as normal around the visit to the compound, and we’ll be there to meet you when you’re done.”
She hums, raising her eyebrow at him, “You’ve thought this through.”
“I’ve been married to you almost 15 years, I knew I had to have a plan ready,” he winks at her, “I told Strauss we’d need the jet.”
She scoffs, the sound startling Alice for a moment as Emily stares at Aaron, “Damn right we’re using the jet. I’m not taking my tiny perfect baby on a commercial flight.”
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Emily tugs at the blue material of her shirt, groaning as it doesn’t sit quite as she wants it to over her chest. She turns to look at Aaron and Alice, the little girl content in her father’s arms and she smiles. It fades as she turns back to the mirror and looks at her reflection.
“You’re damn lucky you’re cute, sweet girl,” she says, looking at herself once more before she walks over and joins them on the hospital bed, “Because Mommy used to be hot. Now she’s all…lumpy and it’s your fault.”
“You’re not lumpy,” Aaron says fiercely, his eyebrows knitting together at her criticism of herself, “You’re beautiful,” he adjusts his hold on Alice, his heart swelling in his chest as his little girl smiles when she looks at Emily, “Mommy is so beautiful, right Princess?” He laughs when Alice babbles and looks back up at his wife, “See, she agrees.”
“You two are sweet,” She hums and leans in to kiss Alice’s forehead before she kisses Aaron, she checks her watch and hesitates, blowing out a slow breath as she realises it’s almost time to go, that she’s about to leave her daughter behind for more than a few minutes for the first time since she’d been born, “I guess I should go.”
Aaron wraps his arm around her and pulls her close, his lips against her forehead, “We’ll be fine, Em. The sooner you go, the sooner you’ll be back,” he says, cupping her cheek as he pulls back, “You just fed her, that mini fridge in the corner is full of milk you pumped. She’s probably going to sleep the entire time you’re gone and when you get back you can have all the snuggles you want.”
She nods and then swallows thickly, “You’re right,” she kisses Alice’s cheek and then her forehead, taking a moment to breathe her in, “Mommy loves you so much sweet girl,” she says, kissing her once more before she sits up straight and kisses Aaron, “I love you as well.”
“We both love you,” he says, kissing her once more before she stands up, only letting go of her hand once she’s moved far away from the bed for their fingers to slip past each other, “We’ll see you in a little while.”
“Yeah,” she replies, taking a moment to look at them, to take in the sight of them together, “See you in a little while.”
The way he smiles at her, the way he lifts Alice’s hand to wave at her as she closes the hotel room door, is the image that stays with her as the next few days unfold.
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✏ TNAIT 003: Do. Not. Get. Attached l.at fanfic
✰ pairing: nerdy!bandboy!anton x cheerleader!fem!reader| ✰ wc: 2.9k | ✰ cw: profanity, angst, sexual themes, kissing | ✰ plot: your friends catch on to the fact that you might actually be falling for this nerd, but their reaction to it sends you on a wild mission to try and convince them otherwise... [Series Masterlist]
"So...how'd everything go with Ponytail?" Dongmin asked Chanyoung at the cafe, after his shift.
"It actually went alright. That cheerleader isn't too bad," he shrugged as he sat in the chair across from him.
"Did you make any progress?"
"With her assignments? Not really. We had a little incident and just ended up hanging out for a bit after that."
"Well, don't get too cozy, alright."
"What do you mean? You're the one who got me hooked up with her in the first place."
"I know man, but just be careful. Remember that we're a part of different worlds."
"So what? Are you trying to say she's out of my league?"
"I-I just don't want you to get your heart broken again..."
"What are you talking about. We literally just met."
"I know but--"
"You're acting like I proposed to her. We're just friends. Relax," he said before taking a bite of pizza. He picked some up for the two of them to eat here.
For the next few weeks, you continued to see him. First, it was only 3 days out of the week, but by now it had escalated to 5 days. Your feelings for him grew, but you had to keep your little crush a secret, at least for now.
"I'm telling you right now. Do. Not. Get. Attached," Xoey said. She decided to join you at the cafe today. "I can see it in your eyes that you like him more than you're letting on."
"Let's just say I do like him. Is it really that big of a deal?"
"Are you insane? You're literally just using him to get your grades up. Any type of romance is out of the question," Xoey snapped.
"Can you believe she hasn't given him anything to help her?" Abigail chimed in.
"Nothing?" her eyes widened. "Hmm...interesting. Do you think he likes her back?"
"Eww. He better fucking not," Abigail rolled her eyes. "I swear if these two ever start dating, I'd actually vomit..."
"He's really not that bad," you shrugged.
"They have so many hot guys on the football team that you could easily pull. Don't settle for that dork," Abigail spat. You knew very well that she meant every word she said.
"Relax! I don't even like him like that. I already told you, I'm just being his friend so he can pull my grades up," you spat.
"Wait, wait, wait! So let me get one thing straight," Xoey interjected. "You two have just been buddy-buddy this whole time? You've never slept with him? Not even once?"
"Nope."
"Anything sexual at all? Maybe even a kiss?"
"She hasn't opened anything but her laptop for that geek," Abigail sighed as you shook your head.
"Okay, well if you really don't like him and it's all about the grades how about you prove it to us by kissing Nicholas," Xoey smirked.
"Omg, he is so fine," Abigail nearly moaned at the meer thought of him.
"Yeah, I know. And a little birdie told me that he's been looking at our girl. So this is gonna be a piece of cake," she grinned folding her hands together.
"Oh and to make it even better, you have to tell him that you've liked him forever," Abigail added.
"In front of sweet little Channie," Xoey spat.
"Girls, this is ridiculous," you wailed. "I already said I don't like him. I'm just using him for my grades. I seriously only see him as a friend," you lied.
"Do it and we won't hunt down your fanboy and tell him that you couldn't care less about him," Xoey raised an eyebrow as she leaned over the table, lowering her voice.
"And that you're just using him for the semester," Abigail added. "You've already told us how you're just gonna drop him anyway. So why not rip off the band-aid now?"
"Fine, fine! I'll do it," you exclaimed. "But not in front of him...that'll be too awkward."
Maybe it was the peer pressure of wanting to be accepted that influenced your decision. But whatever it was, there was some damage control you had to do first.
"So, what are we working on today," Chanyoung smiled as you sat down next to him.
"Hmm... well I finished writing one of my English assignments last night. Maybe you could just look over it for me first and then we can work on something else."
"Alright," he nodded as you slid your computer over to him and began scrolling through the contents of your essay.
“Umm…Chanyoung?”
“You can just call me Chan. It sounds less…formal,” he smiled.
“Okay. Well, do you have anything planned this weekend?”
“No, not really. Why?” He asked, turning away from the screen to look at you.
“I was wondering if maybe…you wanted to go out with me. N-not like a date or anything,” you chuckled. “Just as friends.”
“Yeah sure. It’s not like I’m doing anything anyway.”
“Great!” You smiled. “How do you feel about a movie at…I don’t know…6?”
“Yeah, 6 sounds good,” he laughed, admiring how sweet you were with him. Even though you said this would be a friendly date, you wanted to be more than that with him.
So what if your friends don’t like him. They’ll just have to get over it. After all, you just had to kiss Nicholas one time. It's not like you were signing yourself over in marriage, right?
"Well, umm...let's get back to studying and maybe we can hang out before you go to practice," he said, returning to the screen.
After cheer practice, Abigail dropped you off at home as usual. You waved to your parents and went straight to your room to clean yourself up for the night.
"Honey," your mom's voice called when you were in the bathroom. "When you're finished, your father and I would like to have a talk with you."
"Okay, I'm almost finished," you replied, before you heard her footsteps trail down the hall.
You had a very good feeling about what this conversation would be about. Lucky for you, you had the right answer.
"How are your grades looking?" your father asked as you sat on the couch.
"I'm actually doing a lot better," you nodded.
"Can you go get your laptop so I can see how they've improved?" he asked.
"Sure," you said before leaving the room. This conversation was just about as stale as you expected it to be. "Here it is," you turned the laptop to him, revealing your grades.
Politics — 85.97%
English — 94.81%
Math — 78.12%
Geography — 89.54%
"I have a few more assignments due this week that should bring my grades up even more," you smiled.
"This is great!" you mother chimed.
"I know we put a lot of pressure on you, but it's because we want you to succeed. I'm just glad to see that you're taking action on your own," your father began. "Without a tutor," he added.
You knew that wasn't completely true, but it's the lie you had to tell to keep everyone happy.
"Thanks," you said, closing the computer.
"Oh, before you go I wanted to address an issue," your father said as you were about to walk away. "I'm sure you've noticed by now that I froze your cards. Well, since you're obviously doing better I think you've earned that privilege back."
"Wow...I've never seen my dad so proud of me," you thought to yourself. "Then again, I've never let my grades drop like this."
"Goodnight, honey and keep up the good work," your parents smiled before you walked back to your room.
You wished that Chan was in your room right now so you could hug him. He's taken so much pressure off that you've even completed some of the assignments on your own. Meeting up with him has forced you to delegate time to your studies and giving him your login information was one of the best choices you made.
The next day at practice, you walked in to see one of your cheer mates in tears.
"What's going on?" you whispered to Janice. Abigail and the other girls were busy trying to console her.
"Word got out that Reina had been sleeping with another student to help her pass classes. Which is obviously a breach of the student code of conduct," she sighed leaning against one of the red lockers.
"So what's gonna happen to her?"
"Well, she's being suspended for the rest of the semester and will have a zero in all her courses, effective immediately. On top of that, she'll be on academic probation. Meaning, she'll be kicked from the cheer squad until she can complete a semester on her own with a GPA of 2.5 or higher."
You thought about the situation you were in right now. "That could've easily been me," you thought to yourself as you looked down at your feet. "If my parents ever found out about my little rendevous with Chanyoung they'd never trust me again..."
"Chanyoung," you gasped as you bumped into him in the halls.
"Heh, I didn't expect to see you here," he smiled.
"Well, it was nice seeing you Ponytail. But we kinda got somewhere to be," Dongmin spat as he grabbed onto Chanyoung's arm.
"Oh sorry, I wasn't trying to hold you up," you replied.
"No, it's alright. We were just going to grab something to eat before heading over to my place," Chanyoung said, turning back to you. "You can join us if you want."
"No, she can't," Dongmin interjected. "I'm sure she has something else to do."
"Dude--"
"No, he's right," you smiled, cutting him off. "I was just on my way to meet up with the girls. But maybe next time?"
"Yeah, definitely," he smiled, which just made Dongmin roll his eyes. "Oh, we're still on for this weekend right?"
"Yeah, totally," you chimed before jogging off to catch up with your friends.
"Eh hm? This weekend? What are you doing with her this weekend?"
"None of your business," Chan teased.
"What do you mean none of my business? You wouldn't even be talking to her if it weren't for me."
"Okay? I don't even see how that matters right now," Chan scoffed.
"Because you're falling for Ponytail and I can tell. I thought you didn't like cheerleaders. I guess everything's different now that you're holding hands with one?"
"Pft, what!?"
"Don't start playing dumb. It's written all over your stupid ass face. Every time she comes around and every time you talk about her you have that dumbass grin."
"Okay? So, what?"
"So you admit it? You do like her?"
"Yeah, I do. What's wrong with that?"
"She's so out of your league it isn't even funny."
"We're not in high school anymore. We can date whoever we want. Cliques don't exist here."
"Yes, they fucking do, but ever since you've been working for that high-strung cheering ditz you haven't been able to think straight."
"This is so fucking stupid. I'm not doing this with you, okay."
"The old you would've never been so blind."
"What are you talking about?"
"That bitch is two-faced as fuck," Dongmin spat.
"Whatever, man. You're just saying that because you're jealous."
"Jealous? God, you sound so much like those cock sucking sluts," Dongmin shook his head. "Wait, I just remembered that you're not even getting that from her, huh?" he chuckled. "She's just using you. She can't even bring herself to have romantic feelings for you. She's just pretending to be your friend so you can keep being her lovestruck slave."
"If you're gonna keep acting like that, I'd rather you just shut the fuck up."
"What? You don't believe me?"
"Fuck no and I'm honestly tired of hearing you bitch."
"Fine, you can go back to living out your little fantasy, but don't come crying to me when you find out I'm right."
"I think I'm gonna go home on my own tonight," Chan shook his head before walking off, leaving Dongmin behind. "See ya tomorrow, man."
"Yeah...later..."
Remembering the dare from yesterday you decided to go find Nicholas and "confess" to him. This really just meant setting up a situation where a kiss wouldn't seem so awkward. You just weren't really the type to randomly put your lips on someone.
"Hey, Nick," you smiled as you approached him in the hallway.
"Yeah? What's up?"
"Well...I heard from someone that you've been looking at me," he smirked as he anticipated the next thing you were gonna say. "So..."
"So?"
"So, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out this weekend?"
"Umm lemme just check my schedule real quick," he chuckled, pulling out his phone to swipe his thumb across the screen. "Yep, this weekend sounds perfect. I'll pick you up at 5, okay."
"5?"
"Yeah, I have football practice until 3:45 and I still gotta shower and stuff."
"Oh...okay. Well, 5 sounds good," you smiled feinly.
"Alright, well I'll have to catch up with you later. I think you already have my number so if you wanna talk tonight we can," he smirked before pulling you in for a hug.
"Okay, I'll try to call you tonight if I'm not too busy," you said as he hugged you one more time before jogging to high-five the group of boys that waited at the other end of the hall.
As much as you wanted to see Chanyoung today, he was busy taking care of something with his brother. This gave you a little more time to bond with Nicholas...or Nick as you liked to call him.
"Hey, ____," Nicholas waved as he walked into the courtyard. "I got out of practice early today. If you're not busy did you wanna catch up a bit now?"
"Yeah, sure," you smiled.
One thing your friends didn't know was that you had a past with Nicholas. The two of you went to school together from Pre-K to 5th grade--middle school is when you both went your separate ways.
Though you never moved, Nicholas' father was stationed outside of the country. Fate had it that the two of you reconnected.
You thought back to the time he gave you a candy ring for your "wedding" in 1st grade. Even though you were just kids, it still felt so special.
It really sucked when he moved away that summer, but he made sure to send you a card on your birthday every year.
"Okay, so I have one question," he began as he walked beside you.
"What's that?"
"Did you really wanna go out with me? Or is this part of some master plan?"
"Uhh, why would you think that?" you scoffed.
"Come on, ____. I'm not stupid. I know when someone's trying to jerk me around."
"He always was quick," you thought to yourself. "Okay, fine."
"Yup, I knew it," he chuckled. "So what was it? A dare? A competition?"
"It was a dare...some of the girls from my squad think I like this guy--"
"Well are they right?"
"Yeah, but they don't really approve of him."
"So what? If you like him and he's a great guy who cares what your friends think?"
"Hmm...yeah I guess you're right."
"Ooooof course I am."
"Well, I still gotta do the dare...I already agreed to it."
"Okay," he laughed. "But what exactly do you have to do?"
"You're not gonna like this...."
"Just tell me."
"I have to kiss you..."
"That's it?"
"And tell you that I've liked you forever," though you were dared to say this, at one point (before you got to know Chanyoung) that was true.
"Easy-peasy," he smiled before pulling your in by your waist for a kiss.
"Nick!" you exclaimed as he burst out into laughter.
"Relax, I just wanted to get a reaction out of you," he smiled. "Here, I'll do it properly this time," he leaned in before gently placing a kiss on your lips. "How's that," he asked.
"Much better, but you can do it on my cheek next time," you tapped the plush of your cheek.
"Like this?" he playfully pecked your cheek.
"Yes!" you laughed. "You're enjoying the hell out of this and I know it," you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you.
"I'll drop you off at home tonight."
"Hmm? Why?"
"Well I kinda wanna go raid the gas station and I think I'd like you to be my partner in crime. I mean it's only fair. After all you're just using me to complete a dare."
"Hmm, okay. Well, let's get started now," you smiled as he walked you to his car.
"Hey," Chanyoung said dryly.
"Look, I know you don't wanna hear this, but there's something you gotta know about Ponytail."
"What is it now," he sighed.
"Earlier today, I saw her getting all gushy over this jock. And I don't mean some silly conversation. I saw them kissing. She's duping you, man."
Chanyoung sat in silence for a short while before finally speaking again. "You're not gonna stop, are you?"
"What are you talking about, Chan? I just gave you proof."
"No, what you gave me was some more bullshit stories you sat around concocting all day."
"Dude, I--"
"I don't wanna argue about this again, okay. Just drop it already."
"Chan..."
"Forget it...I'm going to sleep."
Later that night, after Nicholas dropped you off, you laid across your bed, staring up at the ceiling as you though to yourself...
"How the hell am I gonna be in two places at once?"
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LABYRINTH - gr63
pairing . . . george russell x fem!reader
summary . . . you never actually meant to wish your bother away, but if you wanted him back, you'd have to travel to the goblin king's castle and retrieve him. But maybe you don't go back, maybe the goblin king entices you, and you have to make a decision.
warnings . . . literally a labyrinth!au because I watched the movie last night and I watch it consistently every summer, other than that, nothing else.
notes . . . i don't remember where this idea came from, I just had the idea of it and decided to make it. also, this is only part 1!! be patient for any other parts. <3
━━━━━━━ YOU HELD YOUR crying younger brother; he was relentless as you pleaded with him to stop. Unbeknownst to you, after you had started your spiel about the goblin king taking him away, you were under watch. Goblins sat around the room in the cover of darkness as you finally laid Toby to rest.
"I wish the goblins would take you away, right now." You spat, flipping off the light and walking away into your room. You paused mere seconds later, silence filled the hall and your father and stepmother's room. Unusual.
The room was the same as before, Toby's crib sat in the middle of the carpet, close to your stepmother's side of the bed. Reaching into the crib whilst expecting the worst, your nightmare came true - Toby was missing.
Suddenly, a flash of lighting elicited an owl to bang against the window of the room you were in. Snarls and weird noises filled the silent air, it left you scared and spinning around in horror. Once the owl broke open the window, it became he.
"You're him, right? You're the Goblin King." Your eyes widened; he stood in all his glory before you. He was different than you expected, a slightly scrawnier man with light blue eyes and fluffy (albeit messy,) brown hair. He was gorgeous.
"I want my brother back, please." You pleaded with him once you regained your composure. Staring into his eyes was hard, seeing as he was more beautiful than you could've ever imagined.
"What's said is said." He had a British accent as he spoke, staring you down from where he stood on the windowsill of your father and stepmothers bay window.
"But I didn't mean it!" You exclaimed, tears filling your eyes. Had George not been the Goblin King who was madly in love with you, after years of watching you, he would've taken pity and returned Toby. How was he supposed to convince you to be his Goblin Queen if you could leave with your brother and be okay with it?
"Oh, you didn't?" He grinned as you stood motionlessly. He was rather intimidating.
"Where is he?" You pleaded with him, trying to drag the answer from his gorgeous lips - why were you staring at his lips?
"You know that very well." He spoke effortlessly, as if he'd done this thousands of times before. He hadn't, but he had dreamt of this moment with you.
"Please, bring him back." A tear slipped from your eye, and George had fought everything in himself to reach forwards and wipe the tear from your face. He had a plan to conduct, making any mistake would be costly.
"Go back to your room, play with your toys and costumes. Forget about the baby." He stepped even slightly closer to you, but you hadn't noticed. Distraught raced over you, Toby could be in danger!
"I cannot." You sighed. It was a quiet understanding you had reached as he spoke; you needed your brother back and you needed him back now.
"I've brought you a gift." George grinned slightly, this was going well, and he knew that. It would lead to an ultimatum you would make in the end, but you didn't know that this was all nearly scripted. You were playing right into his trap.
"What is it?" You were interested, your eyes sparkling with some sort of wonder.
"It is a crystal, nothing more. But, if you turn it this way," he rolled it in his hands again and again, "and look into it, it will show you your dreams. But this is no gift for a girl who takes care of a screaming baby." he was still messing around with the crystal ball, moving it around in a near hypnotizing way.
"Do you want it?" He asked her, she sheepishly nodded, "Then forget the baby." He added. You, however, were stubborn. Toby was still your brother, and you still needed him back.
"I cannot." You sighed, "I do appreciate what you're trying to do for me, but I want my brother back." your eyebrows furrowed instantly, thinking about what he might be going through. "He must be so scared." you worried aloud. George watched, a small grin formulating along his lips.
"Do not defy me, you are no match for me." He stepped forwards, but you stood your ground.
"But I must have my brother back." You felt another tear leave your eye. This time, George was close enough to wipe it off, an intimate gesture that left you flustered and weak in the knees. You shook off the feeling, scolding yourself instantly.
"He's there, in my castle. Do you still want to look for him?" George pointed through the window. The landscape changed instantly, switching from the rainy darkness that once was, to a barren wasteland esque area, filled with an intricate design of twists and turns - the labyrinth.
"Is that the castle beyond the Goblin City?" Your voice shook slightly as you stepped up to the platform, George was not far behind you.
"Turn back, dove." The small nickname sent an unwanted rush of butterflies through your stomach, and you kept your face forwards. "Turn back before it is too late." He added, acting as if he had not just called you an intimate name.
"I cannot. Do you not understand?" You felt like breaking down and sobbing. How selfish of you to say that, to say that and get Toby - oh, the poor baby! He must be horrified! - sent away to a place both of you were unfamiliar with.
"What a pity." George was grinning.
"It doesn't look that far." You noted, scanning the area before you.
"It's further than you think, and time is short. You have thirteen hours to solve the labyrinth before your baby brother becomes one of us forever." His voiced echoed out a "such a pity" before fading out into the distance.
"It doesn't look that hard, c'mon feet." And you were off on the worst mistake of your life, you should have stayed home and accepted defeat, you could've run away and changed everything about you, but you got yourself into this mess, which means you'll have to get yourself out.
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NEXT PART!
is this too niche I feel like no one really
knows this movie anymore
rip David Bowie though </3
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cold kisses
part 0.10. MR. JEFF BEZOS
PLAYING FROM KODZUKEN'S STREAM . . . don't think it over by her's
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extras <3
this chapter's song recc credits go to @eggyrocks for being so cool and having such a cool cold kisses playlist u should go listen to it
kenma and y/n were both kicking their feet (just a little, they swear) texting to each other using dating terms like girlfriend
y/n took kenma to a bakery ukai showed her one day after her practice years ago
their entire date was really just them slightly flirting but not really but whatever was happening was definitely "more than just friends" and both of them are just so down bad
noya was definitely tripping on whatever was under his bed
tsukki left their dorm to stay with suna and iwa
iwa was only slightly worried like "shouldn't you stay with him in case he accidentally sets something on fire??"
but no one wanted to go back so they just agreed that if noya kept tweeting, it meant he was alive and everything was okay
oh i almost forgot
yeah this is like a short filler chapter bc.
i forgot to say anything about angst i'm pretty sure
like 100% sure i have not said anything about that
but dw guys i'm not good at angst and i can't really handle it anyway
yay next chapter!!!
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another segment of incorrect quotes brought to you by yours truly, saturn anon
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Kidnapper: I have your partner.
kate: What? I don't have a partner...
Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?
kate: Oh my god, you have caitlin.
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kk , talking about paige : Is this a friend of yours, azzi ?
azzi : Kind of? Not really. She’s in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.
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nika : Happy Throwback Thursday! Here’s a throwback to when paige ate an entire tube of lipstick.
paige , whining: But why would it be cherry-flavored if you can’t eat it?!
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kate: Did it hurt when you fell-
caitlin: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-
kate: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.
caitlin: ...
kate: You just laid there for 15 minutes.
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paige : Guys, I have a question.
azzi : kys <3
paige : I love you too.
kk : Ah, yes. Friends.
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gabbie : Fight me!
caitlin: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle?
*Later*
jada : Why is caitlin crying?
kate : gabbie kicked her really hard on the ankle.
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also props to the mystics for getting their first win of the season, the paige tank bowl still continues. who will be victorious? the la sparks or the washington mystics?
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okay the caitlin ones make me laugh SO HARD😭😭😭 omg
YAYYAYYAYAYAYYAYAYA i’m so excited to see what team she goes to (as long as it isn’t fever i’m all good) 😊
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◣the gridiron.3◢
summary: told in flashbacks and the present the gridiron follows chanel dawson and joseph anoa'i's relationship from college football to the NFL and all that is in between.
content warnings⚠️: mentions of sexual assault
word count: 1309
◤chapter three: revelations◥
Chanel woke up how she knew she would. Joseph’s arm was thrown over her waist and his head was buried in the side of her neck. She embraced the warmth as she always did. Snugging back into his arms she turned her head into her pillow and sighed as he rubbed his hands across her stomach.
“You were supposed to be sleeping in the guest bedroom,’ Chanel whispered.
She was glad he was in their bed and after crying herself to sleep last night she wanted him to hold her but she still wanted him to listen to her and give her space.
“You expect me to ignore you crying?”
She lifted her head from the pillow just as Joseph sat up on his arm and rolled Chanel over to face him.
“You heard me?”
After she told him to sleep in the guest room he went downstairs to eat but something didn’t feel right. So he sat outside the bedroom listening to his wife cry. It was the first time she cried because of something he had done and he felt like shit for it. Joseph wanted to go inside the room and throw himself at her over and over. He wanted to beg for forgiveness but he just sat outside the door until he heard her stop. That’s when he went inside and got in bed with her. He’d been there the whole night while she sniffled and shuddered from the aftershocks of crying so hard.
“Yeah I did. I don’t care how many times it takes. I'm going to keep apologizing for it. It was nothing you did to make me make that choice. I want you to know that, bunny.”
After sixteen years together, this wasn’t going to break up their family. She loved Joseph with all of her heart and still did. Chanel went to duck her head when he fitted her chin between his fingers and made her look up at him.
“I’m not going to love anyone else the way I love you. I fucked up.”
Maybe it was being a masochist, but rumors, jokes, and everything under the sun was about to drop on them. Chanel wanted to be seven steps ahead.
“I know. I want to know what happened. Both times.”
“What?”
He knew his wife was a control freak. She liked things a certain way, done a certain way, and perceived a certain way. Not that she was a perfectionist but Chanel didn’t do well when she didn’t have control. Running the house and her business was like watching a well oiled machine. She could give his Coach a run for his money when it came to keeping things organized.
“I don’t want her to control the story. I want to know from you what really happened.”
Joseph scratched the back of his neck and stared over his wife’s shoulder to avoid eye contact. He felt her hands smooth up his chest as she waited for him to respond to her. The details were there. He remembered both nights. Not because they were anything to brag about but because of the embarrassment he felt thinking about it.
“What will me telling you that do?”
“I just want to know. I don’t want to read about it. I want to hear it from you.”
It was a tough situation to be in. He knew what he was going to say was going to hurt because it hadn’t meant anything in the end. He didn’t care about that girl enough to even remember her name. He wasn’t even sure how she had his number to contact him as much as she had. The first call should have been when he told Chanel the truth, but he thought it would go away on its own.
“I don’t want any more humiliation, Joe. I just…...it’s too much to know people are talking about you and it’s out of your control. I want the control back. I nee-’
“Okay,’ he said. He saw her getting worked up and he didn’t want the added pressure on her. As Chanel sat up, Joseph rolled to his back. With his arms behind his head he sighed when the light of the bedside lamp turned on and hit his eyes.
“It was after an away game last season. The week after you came to see me in New York.. We were in one of the guy’s suites playing back some of the footage when they came in. The cheerleaders normally fly out before we do so I didn’t know they were coming.”
Chanel could feel her teeth starting to grind together. She stilled them before picking at the stray lint on the bed sheets. “Who brought them?”
She practically knew every one of the main players. It had to be one of them if Joseph was with them.
“Rollins.”
Kissing her teeth, Chanel rolled her eyes. Seth Rollins, currently a receiver on the team and honestly one of the few people Chanel disliked and she tried her best to be open and nice to everyone but there was something about Rollins that didn’t sit right with her. Chanel even tried befriending his wife, Rebecca, but that was a dead end she ran into each season. As head of the Wives Association she had to collaborate on a lot of things with the other wives and girlfriends. Rebecca didn’t respect the seniority and thought her two years would level her up. Humble pie had to be served and Chanel dealt with her because she had to and only when necessary.
“So what happened after that?”
“I didn’t care if they were there. I was focused on the tapes. She came to me. I was friendly. I’m not gonna be rude but I thought I made it clear I wasn’t into what they were doing.”
“So how did you end up fucking her?”
“We didn’t fuck…..she just sucked my dick. It wasn’t in front of everyone. I had gone to the bathroom and when I came out she pushed me back in. I didn’t fight her. I knew what could have happened if I tried fighting. It would have been this huge scene so I just let it happen.” Joseph glanced at his wife and then back to the ceiling. “After about five minutes of her fumbling around I made her stop.”
She took in the information. Pushy girl and by nature her husband wasn’t forceful. She wasn’t saying it was okay, because it wasn’t no matter how it happened, but it put things into perspective.
“The second time was at the birthday party for Jerry. She cornered me. She threatened to tell you and make a big scene about what happened in the hotel room. Exactly what I knew would happen. Chanel I didn’t enjoy it. I didn’t want to do it…...there is no way that kid is mine. I wasn’t even aroused…”
There was a panic in Joseph’s voice and it was the conviction she needed to know he wasn’t lying to her.
“You mean to tell me she put you in a position where you no longer had a choice.”
Joseph rubbed his hands down his face. He knew what she was getting at. He just didn’t want to say it.
“Yeah.”
“Let me handle it?”
It wasn’t a question but he nodded.
“I’m taking her for a pregnancy test in a few hours. I will deal with Rebecca tomorrow at the meeting.” Rolling out of the bed she walked to his side and kissed his forehead.
She was leaning away when he wrapped his arms around her waist. “I don’t want that to get out Chanel. You needed to know but I don’t,’ he looked up at his wife and she assured him with a hug. "No one can know that."
“I got you baby."
#roman reigns x black!reader#roman reigns x black reader#roman reigns x oc#roman reigns fanfiction#roman reigns fanfic#roman reigns
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Since I have the whole place plotted out for Eros, practically, I decided to make the residents of the Burrows that Eros works with (and probably has a relationship with tbh). Mainly for gpose reasons down the line.
So, I present to you:
The men of The Burrows' gay branch
*Dumps a box of gay bunnies below the cut* Happy Pride!
First off is Kestrel, a Hannish rava who came to the Shroud on business one day, and just never left. A former member of Troupe Falsiam, he decided to break off and settle into the city a while. Ever a wanderer at heart, but considering how many different folk blow through with the wind, he was content with setting roots.
After his final solo performance, Heimir approached him with an offer to join them in his establishment, and he happily agreed.
Next we have Lucius, or Luci for short.
Not much is known about his past, and he prefers it that way. As far as he knows, he was always a resident of the Shroud.
Cloudlike in appearance, and just as soft in personality. He's a cuddler for sure, and delights in any affection he can get. He also tends to follow Yuki around like a lost puppy when he's not seeing a client.
Up next we have Brann; Born and raised in Dalmasca, he took to the ways of the pugilist like a fish to water, developing a distinct tremor sense to make up for his blindness. There he trained and honed his mind and body. That is, until the Imperial occupation.
Forced to flee from home, he spent much time as a wandering bodyguard before he found a home in the Burrows. Here, he laid down his arms and found a bit of rest, though still takes them up for the boys should the need arise. Thus did Heimir name him a bouncer/bodyguard as well.
And then there's Oberon...
You've already met my Void denizen, but to add on to that; Oberon found his way to the Source by way of a natural void gate out in the middle of nowhere. From there he roamed, taking on the visage of a viera after seeing one as his first encounter with a native of the Source.
So long did he wander, that he eventually came upon a settlement in the Shroud, and made his way to the outskirts of Gridania not long after. It was there that Heimir hired him on, and he found it was much easier to exchange aether through sex than to try taking it by force.
Next up is Yuki, a Hingan-born veena who was slated to become a priest, but ran away from his sacred duty to find the quickest boat anywhere else. If the Kami had plans for him, it was not there at that shrine. Why else would they have let his heart leap out of his chest in protest?
And so he took the first boat to Eorzea he could charter, and never looked back.
Then there's my favorite himbo, Jasper.
He is- was an aspiring Black Mage from Tural, but after an accident totally not of his own making he now spends his time lavishly in Eorzea.
If asked about the burns on his leftmost torso and arm, he'll change the subject as fast as possible. Almost as if he's hiding something.
Next we have Kieran, born and raised in the jungle of Golmore, and an ex Warder.
He was exiled one day for reasons he's chosen not to elaborate on, and had to start a whole new life. Thus, he decided to wander as far west as he could, crossing over into Eorzea and on to the Shroud, where he met Heimir and started his life in the Burrows.
And last but not least, the troublemaking fortuneteller, Asra.
Honestly speaking, he's where he's meant to be with the insatiable libido he has...
That said, he started out as an astrologist in Sharlayan, but tucked himself away on the first boat to Eorzea as soon as he realized the city of Knowledge just wasn't his style.
Eventually he made his way to Gridania, and while his fortunetelling gig went okay, it was Heimir approaching him that allowed him to thrive in a place that fully caters to his needs.
Enjoy the overflowing box of new bunnies. I've been meaning to make them for a bit now, since Eros and Heimir aren't the only residents of the place they call home. <3
#New bnuuys new bnuuys new bnuuys new bnuuys new bnuuys-#I had a lot of fun with them honestly#and I'm glad I was able to give them all their own personalities#and backstory#to make them feel more alive#<3
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What would you do for a friend?
Kageyama x manager!reader w/ bsf Asahi <3
sfw but implied making out
Word Count: 0.9k
a/n: This one is high-key silly but plz enjoy
After a long day of practices, one thing was on your mind. It had already been nearly a week since the team had arrived in Tokyo and you had barely gotten to see Kageyama outside of practice.
It wasn't long before you found yourself leaving your hotel room and walking down the hallway to your boyfriend's room. Then there was only one thing in the way.
A 190 centimeter blonde boy with glasses who seemed to be out for your blood.
You knocked on the door and before you knew it, Tsukishima answered. Not ideal, but you knew the first-years were sharing a room.
"Hey Tsukki!"
"What?"
You paused for a moment, and he cut you off, "You want something. What?"
"Um...Is Kageyama busy?"
"Yes," before you could even process, he shut the door on you.
Okay, definitely not ideal.
You sigh, realizing there's no way you're getting into that room. Thankfully, only a few doors down you knew you would be perfectly welcome. You traipse your way to the third-years' room, and knock.
Soon you're faced with the long-haired anxious boy you've grown so fond of.
"Asahi!"
"Y/n! What are you doing here?"
"Funny story..."
"Oh. Come in and explain."
You take the invitation and walk into the room to realize you're alone.
"Where are the others?"
"They wanted to do a little cool-down after practice. I opted out of that one..." He explains, blushing a little at his embarrassment of skipping out of a work-out, but you were grateful to have him here. "Anyways, what's the occasion?"
"Actually, Tsukishima is puppy-guarding me from seeing my boyfriend."
Asahi chuckled at your bold statement, "Really? How unfortunate."
"Well, maybe that's where you come in."
"What?" Asahi looked completely puzzled.
"Um.. well, if you didn't mind being the best friend in the entire world...maybe Kageyama could come over here and enjoy your spacious bathroom with me?"
Asahi's face went totally pale. "Um, I don't know if I should be uh...letting first years do that in here..."
You blushed like a madman, "NO, NO, Not that!!!" You laughed. "PG-13. I swear. I just haven't gotten to be alone with him in like a week."
"Oh, alright...you promise? Kinda made it sound like tsukki was cock-blocking you there."
You burst out laughing at that sentence coming from Asahi's mouth.
"I swear."
Asahi's cheeks flushed a little pink, "Why not your room?"
"Yachi is like totally scared of Tobio..."
"Right. Okay, sure.. go ahead..."
"Did I ever tell you that you're the best?"
"Yep," He chuckled, sitting back on is bed and scrolling on his phone as you texted Kageyama the room number.
And as quickly as you had entered his room, suddenly Asahi was contemplating how he had gotten into the situation where you and your boyfriend were together in his bathroom. He was practically babysitting. At least he didn't hear anything suspicious, which meant hopefully you really did have pure intentions. He's not sure what he would do if you didn't.
Abruptly he heard a little click from outside the rom, and the door start to open. He held his breath for a second, but felt relaxed when he saw it was just Daichi and Suga. He could explain this.
"Hey, guys, uh... don't go in the bathroom."
They stopped dead in their tracks, confused.
"Um, why not?" Daichi inquired.
"It's just that, well, y/n and Kageyama are in there."
"What??" Suga asked.
Asahi sighed, "Wouldn't you do it for a friend?"
Daichi and Suga stared blankly at him.
"It's innocent, she promised. They're just like, I don't know, little kids who miss each other."
Daichi laughed, "Okay, sure. Why here?"
"Apparently Tsukishima is getting in their way? I don't know..."
Suga chuckled and started spilling the contents of his pockets onto the table and settling in. "Now that's a little hilarious."
Daichi shrugged and sat down as well. "You think y/n cares that you sorta see her as a baby?"
"Nah," Asahi smiled, "She totally owes me after this anyways."
And, just like clockwork, Asahi's phone buzzes with a venmo notification of $15 from y/n. He laughed and the door started to open. Kageyama walked out, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, and looked shocked at the room, now full of his seniors.
He turned around to you, "didn't know there was an audience??"
You walk out behind him, blushing a little, but smiling nicely at your upperclassmen.
You see a hint of pinkness creeping over Kageyama's cheeks as he turns around and faces the door. "better get back before Hinata spreads rumors."
"Sure," you laugh.
The door shuts behind him and you're left in the room with the third-years, a little embarrassed.
"I-"
Daichi cuts you off before you can continue, "Yeah, don't worry, we didn't see a thing."
You sigh of relief and take a seat next to Asahi.
Three Months Later
During a classic training camp team-bonding exercise, the Karasuno team sits in a tight circle playing a truth-or-dare style game.
When Nishinoya's turn arrives, he stares dead into Asahi's eyes, making him nervous before even asking his question.
"Asahi, you're pretty tight with y/n, huh?"
He nodded his head.
"What's the craziest thing you've ever done for her?"
He stammers, "Well, um... there was this time in Tokyo.."
"NOPE-" You interject, silencing him. Daichi and Sugawara both exchange knowing glances. "Asahi, I will seriously kill you."
"Me first," Kageyama says, staring daggers into Asahi, flames practically bursting out from behind him.
"Uh- can I like, do diving drills instead??" Asahi pleads.
a/n: thank you for indulging me in that cheeky one <3, let me know what you think and reblogs are so so appreciated.
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