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beegalactica · 4 months

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How I journaled every day in 2023, and you can too in 2024

I heard someone wants to become "that girl" in 2024...

Well, let me tell you, "that girl" is the type of babe who embodies consistency; consistency in her thoughts, feelings, words and actions. Now one of the ways I have personified this aura of consistency is through frequent inward reflection through journaling.

I know, we've heard it a million times now. And with the new year approaching, it's so easy to set the intention to journal every day and do it well. News flash, my love, you must do much more than just set the intention. Let me tell you how I did it so you can do the same ~

Equipment

Believe me, I've tried it all: countless notebooks, diaries, bullet journals, apps, all of it, but this past year, only one app *stuck* for me, and that is Notion. Whether you prefer to journal with a good old pen and paper, or even if you prefer to make a big Google document, go for it!

The reason I settled on Notion was its table view/ calendar view database features. I liked being able to add properties like what rating out of 5 I would give my day or being able to label whether I was on my period, or any major milestones. I found that these labels made it really fun to look back and laugh at all the crazy things that I came up with, and reminisce over those 5/5 star days when I really felt like that girl. (see example below)

What the hell do you write about?

"You can write about whatever you feel like!" is the usual response, and while that's great if you're anything like me, you'll need more detail than that. I opted for some classic prompts that I would simply respond to at the end of every day, but if you want to freestyle it, try some shadow work prompts, or even just sum up your day in one sentence, you are more than welcome to.

My prompts were:

1. Three wins of the day: 2. One thing I learned today: 3. One thing I will do tomorrow: 4. Am I worried about anything? 5. Favourite thing of my day: 6. Song of the day: 7. A story from today: 8. An affirmation for my mind to sleep on:

You don't have to write paragraphs upon paragraphs if you don't want to, and some days, it might be hard to even think of three wins, but an it girl can be present and celebrate the endless blessings in life, even when it seems like there are none.

How to be consistent?

Going back to the central theme of this post, consistency, it is important to acknowledge that no matter how pretty you make your journal, or how thought-provoking your prompts are, the most important thing is to actually do it.

Life is fluid, it's never going to be linear. Some days you'll feel amazing, gorgeous and ready to take on anything, but other days you'll just wish you were a flower instead that doesn't have to deal with anything. That's just life. Some days, the last thing on my mind was my silly little journal, but I knew it was something I needed to do for myself, so I took 2 minutes to write a few sentences down, even when I'd rather be doing other things.

How to maintain your consistency:

Set reminders - at the start of the year, I had 2 reminders every day to journal; after the first few months, I cut it down to just one at 9pm, and by the end of the year, I was just doing it because it had become a routine for me.

Reward yourself - at first, you'll just be able to say you journaled for 1 day, then it will be 2 days, then slowly up to 1 week, 1 month, and soon you'll be like me, bragging about how you did it for a whole year! It's an accomplishment! Never lose sight of that.

Be kind to yourself - ultimately, this should be something you do for you and you only, so if you miss a day, it's not the end of the world. Every now and then, I didn't journal for a day - maybe I was too busy, or just exhausted by the time my day was over - so I accepted it and caught up first thing the next day. You make your own rules.

JUST START!!!!!!! - do it! Even if you mess up, start again and again and again! Nothing changes if nothing changes.

What's the point?

You've read this far, and you may be wondering, what's the point of journaling?

Well, I can confidently say that journaling changed my outlook on life immensely. 2023 was the best year I've had so far. Yes, there were setbacks: I lost friends that I thought would have forever, I struggled with my mental and physical health, and I reached points where I thought I was too low to get back up. But recording little bits about my day every day showed me, with actual tangible proof, that I will always get back up. I also had some amazing moments this year: I started a whole new school and era of my life, I made amazing friends, I fell in love with myself again and I found my voice.

Journaling has helped me to see the little positives in everyday life. Even when a situation seemed absolutely awful and I thought that I could never recover from it, I developed the mindset that not only could I recover, but I would absolutely recover. This new mindset helped me to laugh at myself in moments when a previous version of me would've shrivelled up into a ball and disappeared from the outside world.

Looking back over my life these past 365 days has helped me cultivate a new outlook on life, where I don't see setbacks as obstacles or barriers to my success, but as little stories to journal and laugh about when I inevitably overcome them. If that isn't the most it girl attitude to have, then I don't know what else is!

Journaling changed my life, and I hope that it can change yours too! Happy 2024! 🎀

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cheesesoda · 10 months

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Sweet Dreams

dad!leon x mom!fem!model!reader

not my gif^^

request: Hey sweetie, may i've a request for Leon Kennedy and female model hot reader.I wonder what Leon's home life is like with their s/o and daughter and son… or maybe two

requested by: @kawaistrawberry21

a/n: ty for the request !! i imagined this as infinite darkness leon, but you can picture it as whichever leon (it really doesn’t matter) ! i got a little carried away

key:

d/n - daughter’s name

m/n - middle name (if you don’t have one, ignore it)

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, a little angst

summary: leon loves his gorgeous wife and his adorable daughter.

cw: implication of reader having absent parents, reader worries about being a bad mom, id!leon gets that dinner he wanted <3

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leon had made plans with his gorgeous wife to get dinner. they were supposed to meet back at home, and go, but leon just loved watching her do her job.

“ok, a little to the left- yup, now lean into- yes! perfect!” the photographer commanded y/n. leon watched before his wife could noticed he was there. ‘my god, she’s so beautiful. how did i get this lucky?’ he thinks to himself, smiling subconsciously at the model. she notices he’s there and smiles brightly at him. “mrs. kennedy, lose the smile.” her manager growls. “fine..” she mutters and gives him a bored expression, to which he rolls his eyes. “alright, last one; hands on your chest- yeah, chin up- good, part your lips- yes!!” the photographer orders. “…and that’s a wrap!”

y/n walks over to leon and gives him a kiss. “this is a nice surprise!” she smiled. “thought i’d pick you up before we leave.” he smiles back. leon’s smile was rare for everyone, but for you, it was his default expression around you. “and you just look so perfect, how could i pass up an opportunity to see my beautiful wife in action?” he says and you laugh. “y/n. m/n. kennedy. stunning as always! you were amazing today!” the photographer praises. “aw, thank you, paula, couldn’t have done it without you of course.” you give her a hug. “is this your husband?” she gasps. “yes, this is leon!” you grin proudly. he waves awkwardly and says hi (in true leon fashion). “damn, your husband’s fine too!” paula exclaims. “alright, see you tomorrow.” you sigh, hiding your laughs. “bye, y/n! nice to meet you, leon!” paula waves. “you too, paula.” he says and the two of you walk off, arms linked.

“don’t you have to return that dress you were wearing?” leon asks as you both get in the car. “nope, perks of being a model.” you smile.

you both make it home. “mommy and daddy are home!” your 6 year old daughter, d/n, squeals when she sees you, hugging you and leon’s legs. “hey sweetie! we missed you!” leon says as he lifts her up, perching her in his arms. your nanny, melissa, walks over to you and leon. “hi mr and mrs kennedy!” she greets you. you talk about d/n and work and tell melissa you’re going out for dinner tonight. “no problem!” melissa smiles and you and leon say goodbye to your daughter. “be good for miss melissa, okay my love?” you hug your daughter. “okay, mommy!” she says. you both say “i love you” and leave.

you get to the restaurant and talk about work and life and all that stuff (a/n: i’m lazy , sorry).

you get home at about 7:45pm and see melissa on the couch, reading. she put d/n to sleep 15 minutes ago. “thank you, melissa. we’ll see you tomorrow.” leon thanks her and gives her her paycheck. melissa leaves and before you can even move, you hear the pitter patter of little feet come down the hall. “aren’t you supposed to be in bed, princess?” leon chuckles at his daughter. she makes grabby hands at his as to signal “pick me up”, so he does. “i wanted to wait for you and mommy to get home!” she pouted. “will you read me a story?” she asks. “of course.” he says and begins carrying her to her room.

you and leon had both been gone more recently and you felt terrible. you had never wanted to be absent for your children. guilt washed over you. you make your way to d/n’s room and there’s leon reading her a story. d/n signals you to sit next to her on the bed by patting the spot on the left to her, leon already sitting on her right side. you sit down and cuddle her in your arms as you both listen to leon narrate the story.

by the time he’s done, she’s fast asleep. “good night, princess. i love you so much.” leon whispers and kisses his daughter on the forehead softly. “night, sweetie. i hope you know how much i love you.” you lay her down and smile melancholically. you and leon tiptoe out of the room and make your way into your bedroom.

he unzips your dress as he asks “what’s wrong?”. “we’ve been gone so much recently, i don’t want d/n to feel abandoned.” you sigh. “listen, my love, sometimes we have to work more times than others. you work your ass off and you still manage to be an amazing mother. we occasionally both get breaks, and we get to be with d/n more, but we have to work harder to get to those breaks.” leon reassures you. “i just- i never wanted to end up like my-“ you start, but leon interrupts you. “and you’re not. you’re not like them. you’re a fantastic parent.” he tells you. “thank you, honey. what would i do without you?” you sigh. “i know, right?” he replies sarcastically.

you both finish getting changed into your pajamas and doing your night routine and get in bed. “thank you so much, y/n.” leon whispers, hugging you into his chest. “for what?” you respond. “i’m so lucky to have you and d/n. i don’t know what i did to deserve this.” he says. “you deserve happiness more than anyone, my love.” you cup his cheek.

suddenly, you both hear a blood-curdling scream. leon jumps up so fast it almost gave you whiplash. he runs down the hall to d/n’s room and you follow close behind. there is d/n sitting in her bed, tears streaming down her face. “what’s wrong, baby?” you ask as you cradle her in your arms. leon checks the room for intruders, but there are none. “i- i had a n-nightmare… you and daddy were g-gone and i-“ she stutters through sobs before bursting into tears. “oh, i’m so sorry, baby.” you sympathize as you hug her closer, wanting to take away all her worries and fears. leon sits next to you and takes her softly from your arms. “mommy and i aren’t going anywhere, princess. i won’t let anyone hurt you. i promise.” he chokes, his eyes watering the smallest amount, but he’s quick to cover it up. she clings onto him and sobs more. “can i s-sleep in your bed tonight?” she sniffles. “of course, sweetie.” you smile.

leon carries her to your shared bedroom and lays her down between the two of you and you both cuddle her. “sweet dreams, princess.”

#resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy re2 #leon kennedy infinite darkness #id!leon kennedy #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy re4 #re4r #re4make #resident evil 4 remake

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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an ego thing ~ modern!Aemond x Reader

summary: Tensions rise in class when you're paired up for a group assignment. warnings: 18+ (exhibitionist, p in v, fingering, daddy kink, slight degrading, choking, some brat taming), language, jealousy, possessiveness word count: 2.1k note: our academic Daddy & academic baddie are back! Alexa, play "Jealous Girl" by Lana Del Ray, enjoy my loves!

“I’m pairing you up for this assignment,” your professor says, “count off by fives.”

You roll your eyes. If there’s anything you hate the most in college, it's group work. Sometimes it's okay, if you can choose who you’re working with or if it's a class you have with Baela. Otherwise, it’s a massive pain.

You count off reluctantly and know you won’t be paired with Aemond since he’s planted in his usual seat beside you.

It’s your 8 am history lecture and he still looks amazing. With his usual coffee cup, dark grey sweats, and a black t-shirt. That long hair hanging freely down his back, eyes sparkling and alive with academic anticipation.

Daddy.

FUCK. You’ve got to stop this. It’s getting embarrassing how down-bad you are for him. Chill out.

“Alright, pair up, find your numbers,” your professor says and you groan.

You hold up two fingers, waiting for whoever joins you. You meet Aemond’s eyes giving him a tentative smile. He smirks slightly holding up one finger.

“Guess you’re my partner,” the voice of Harper Tully startles you, and you look at her.

“Oh, okay sounds-”

“Oh sorry Y/N,” she says smiling awkwardly, “I meant Aemond.”

Your mouth drops in embarrassment, cheeks flushing.

“Right, sorry, my bad,” you tell her.

She smiles, taking the seat next to Aemond.

“No worries,” she says, beginning to take out her laptop.

You can’t help but notice the blush that covers her cheeks, nearly matching the deep auburn color of her hair. An uncomfortable knot forms in your stomach.

“Guess I’m stuck with you,” a voice says, sighing dramatically.

You turn to see Luke Velaryon standing near your desk, a lopsided grin on his face and his hair shaggy as though he had just run his hand through it.

“Hey Luke,” you return his smile as he claims the desk next to you.

Your professor has outlined the assignment clearly, it doesn’t seem too difficult, and certainly nothing you cannot manage. But Luke Velaryon seems more interested in talking about anything but history. Not that you can blame him. You find yourself staring across the room at Aemond and Harper.

She’s pretty, like, really pretty as she twirls that auburn hair around her finger, biting her lip as Aemond speaks. Who even bites their lip like that in real life? What is this a porno? What is she doing? And what is he doing?

Aemond is focused on his work, like the top student he is, not sparing a glance your way. At least not that you notice. You and Aemond are exclusive, this is something you’ve discussed, but besides your recent date, you haven’t shown the two of you are together outside the privacy of your dorm rooms.

Unbeknownst to you, Aemond is unnervingly aware of the proximity you have to Luke Velaryon, the giggle he elicits from you when he says something stupid. Fucking stupid ass Luke Velaryon is definitely not that funny. Aemond grinds his teeth together as another giggle escapes you.

The minutes drag by and you find yourself staring at the clock as you and Luke finish early. Luke’s a nice enough guy, he’s pretty sweet telling you stories about his dog Arrax he loves so much. At least it takes your attention away from Harper Tully touching Aemond’s arm, grazing her foot against his calf.

“Alright, any groups want to share what you talked about?” your professor asks.

Aemond’s hand moves upwards, beating you by just a second. Your professor nods at him. You barely hear him speak, crossing your arms.

“Well said, Aemond,” your professor tells him, “Anyone else?”

You can feel Aemond’s eyes on you, but you refuse to look. Clamping your mouth shut, you grind your teeth. Your professor glances at you, as though expecting you to answer. Not today.

You’re fuming by the time your professor tells you to turn in your papers and ends class for the day. You leap from your seat and slam the paper down at the same time Aemond turns in yours.

With a huff, you avoid his gaze, immediately leaving the classroom. Other students follow and you power walk trying to put as much distance between you and him as possible. You’re irrationally angry, watching Harper flirt with him has sent your stomach turning, your heart pounding against your ribcage. You’re halfway down the hall, already having rounded the corner when a hand grabs your arm.

“You running away from me?” Aemond asks, tugging you against the wall and out of the sea of students who are switching classes.

You yank your arm away from his, crossing them over your chest.

“I hardly thought you’d notice, what with Harper’s hands practically down your pants,” you snap before you can stop yourself.

Aemond’s eyes widen, and his mouth is set in a hard line. Your mouth turns into a pout when he doesn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought,” you tell him, as Luke Velaryon rounds the corner.

His eyes flicker between you before he smirks.

“You forgot your backpack,” he tells you pointing behind him.

You left so fast you’d forgotten it.

“I would have grabbed it but…actually, I don’t know why I should have just grabbed it,” Luke tells you frowning.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, pushing by Aemond and heading back into the class.

You open the door to the empty classroom, the professor already gone. You stalk over angrily to your bag, shoving the contents inside. You hear the door open and watch Aemond enter, leaning against it. You scoff, turning away from him.

“Bet if you hurry you can still catch her,” you call, zipping your bag.

“Who?”

“Harper.”

You sling the bag on your shoulder and walk towards him. He blocks the door perfectly, fitting in the entire doorway. You’re so pissed you simply glare at him.

“Move,” you tell him.

“No,” he snarls.

“Aemond, get out of my way,” you growl at him.

“Gods when did you become such a brat?” he snaps, glaring at you.

Your mouth drops open in shock.

“Excuse me?” you harshly whisper, cheeks red, mortified by the name-calling.

Aemonds’s eyes graze you, looking you up and down. He reaches behind him, flicking the lock on the classroom door, before bringing his hand to the back of your neck, dragging you closer. Your bag falls to the ground as you’re pressed flush against him.

“When did you become such a brat?” he repeats before crashing his lips against yours.

The kiss is punishing, as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, swallowing a moan he elicits from you as his hand grips your hair, yanking it hard. His other hand grabs your waist, turning you and pressing you against the door. Aemond lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist as he pushes you into the door.

“Like you weren’t flirting with Velaryon,” he groans, digging his fingers into the meat of your thighs, moving his lips to your neck, “Right in front of me.”

Aemond sucks harshly on the skin of your next, eliciting a whimper as you tangle your hands in his hair.

“I thought you were smart,” he says against your neck, moving to nip at your collarbone, “not a very smart decision baby.”

You growl, frustrated with him, and yank at his hair harshly.

“You were fucking flirting with Harper,” you accuse.

“Don’t be stupid,” he says harshly, wrapping a hand around your throat, “I wasn’t flirting with Harper Tully.”

“You were,” you insist as he grinds his hips into yours.

He lets you go, and you stand on shaking legs. Aemond’s hand remains wrapped around your throat as he pushes his hand into your leggings, underneath your panties. He sneers at you, sliding a finger through your wet folds.

“Luke Velaryon get you this wet?” he taunts, sinking a finger inside of you.

“Fuck.”

“Answer me.”

“Fuck you Aemond.”

His hand moves to hold your chin, angling it so you’re looking at him.

“That’s no way to speak to the guy you were calling Daddy the other night,” he growls, relentlessly with his fingers.

You can hear the sound of your wetness squelching against his fingers, biting your lip as his palm grazes your clit. You flush with embarrassment, but hold your tongue as you come closer to your orgasm. A whimper slips through your lips and Aemond kisses you harshly.

“Ah ah ah,” he says, pulling away from your mouth, and your pussy, “you don’t get to cum that easily. No fucking way.”

You whine at the loss of contact as Aemond fully releases you. He kisses you again, hands on your waist moving toward the desk at the front of the classroom. Spinning you around, he pushes you against the desk, effectively bending you in half.

“Aemond-”

“You’re going to take it,” he says gruffly, pulling down your leggings, “right here, right now. I don’t care if the whole fucking school hears you.”

He kisses your asscheek as he makes his way back up, a sweet gesture compared to his sudden roughness. You hear his belt unbuckle as a chill of anticipation rolls through you.

“We can’t do this here,” you whisper, though it is half-hearted at best.

You can’t help but feel thrilled by his need to take you now. Take you here of all places. You can feel the tip of his cock spreading through your folds as he runs his head through them. You whimper as he smacks his cock against your clit.

“Too bad,” he says, his tone mocking, “should have thought about that before mouthing off to me.”

You’re ready to mouth off again but the words get trapped in your throat as he slides his cock inside you. The stretch is incredible, the angle allowing you to take him deeply, just like the first night in the library. A garbled moan leaves your lips as he begins to pound into you. One hand on your hip to aid his merciless thrusts, the other holding your neck, pressing your torso against the desk.

Your legs tremble with the force of his thrusts, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through your frame.

“Where’s that mouth, huh?” Aemond asks, slapping your ass with his hand.

“Aemond,” you mean, “Aemond please.”

“Poor baby,” Aemond croons, not stopping his thrusts for a moment, “getting all worked up over nothing.” Another slap to your ass, leaving your cheeks stinging.

You whimper as he continues, amazed at his ability to reduce you to a whimpering mess. His hand snakes around your chest then, pulling you up so he can kiss your neck.

“Fuck-”

“You’re all mine,” Aemond growls, biting harshly on your ear, “tell me, who really made you this wet?”

“You did,” you gasp, “You Aemond.”

“Soaking my cock in our fucking classroom, dirty girl,” Aemond purrs, “you want to come?”

“Please, please let me come,” you beg, abdomen tight, on the precipice of pleasure.

“Who makes you feel this good?” he asks.

“You,” you whimper, “you Aemond.”

“What’s my name?” he asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

Your cheeks flush, and you feel his hand reach down to play with your clit.

“C’mon say it,” Aemond taunts, “or continue to be a brat, and see what that gets you.”

He pinches your clit as he finishes his sentence and you cry out, lost in the sensations of pleasure and pain.

“Please let me come Daddy!” you whimper.

“Good fucking girl,” Aemond moans, fingers circling your clit.

It takes only a few moments before you’re trembling against him, orgasm washing over you. Aemond unsheathes himself from your warm cunt and you turn instinctively, dropping to your knees. You take him in your mouth in one fluid motion, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue, tasting yourself on his thick cock. He holds your face and you let him fuck your throat, gagging as he finishes.

Aemond helps you to your feet, and you look at each other, disheveled and wide-eyed. You grab your leggings putting them on quickly as Aemond pulls up his pants. You glance at the door.

“I don’t want to go out there,” you tell him and he chuckles.

“Let me check,” he says heading to the door.

He flips the lock as you remain frozen, opening the door and peering out. Aemond turns, smiling.

“Must be no next class,” he tells you.

You sigh in relief.

“Thank goodness,” you tell him, grabbing your bag.

Aemond smirks at you.

“All better?” he asks.

You frown.

“Shut up,” you tell him.

He raises an eyebrow.

“Do we need to continue?” he asks, “I thought you were a quick learner, but if you need another lesson…”

“I do not!” you tell him, flushing, “and I have another class.”

“Let me walk you?” he asks.

You bite your lip looking at him. Aemond Targaryen. He fucking did it again. He smirks like he’s reading your mind, and holds out his hand. You take his hand in yours lacing your fingers through his and walk out of the classroom together.

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team7-headquarter · 5 months

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The fact that it is a trope in Naruto that Kakashi saves Sakura before Sasuke can or when Sasuke is in a position to do so himself is so unhinged.

What was Kishimoto trying to do there?

The first time it happens (just outside of Konoha while traveling to the Land of the Waves), Sasuke very clearly thinks Kakashi is showing off. It's one of those funny moments where you can see how both Sasuke and Kakashi like being dramatic.

From that point, the story somehow establishes that it's Kakashi's job to protect Sakura as Sasuke and Naruto fight. At least Sasuke thinks that's the case...

It happens during the fight with Haku. I know that Sakura screams and Sasuke immediately wonders what Kakashi is doing when Sakura is in danger. I don't think he'd wonder the same if it was Naruto out there, since he'd probably criticize Naruto and not Kakashi for Naruto's own safety.

When Kakashi saves Sakura from both the chidori and the rasengan, they don't mention it at all, like it was natural for Kakashi to be there and for him to save / protect Sakura. At the time, Naruto was panicking because he couldn't stop, in the sense that he knew he didn't have the skill to do so, but Sasuke was more shocked that it was Sakura he'd hit. Once Sakura was safe and the thing was over, Sasuke went immediately back to thinking about how he was weak compared to Naruto.

He wasn't worried about Sakura not because he didn't care, but because that moment reassured him about Kakashi being there to protect her.

(It's worth mentioning Sasuke was upset over Naruto being the one who rescued her from Gaara because Sasuke was too used to having the role of second protector of the team, since it signaled he was the second strongest around).

Then, in Shippuden? Sasuke doesn't see Sakura as a real threat. He did mean to kill her during the Land of Iron, but the narrative again placed both Kakashi and Naruto there to protect her life. As soon as Kakashi and Naruto appeared, Sasuke forgot about her.

That encounter was the farthest Team 7 had been from the old days and the roles they had at those moments. Teamwork was absolutely gone.

During the Fourth Shinobi War, things went back a bit to what they were. Sasuke and Naruto tried to protect Sakura by telling her to stand behind or step back, except Sakura refused to be protected. They worked seamlessly for a few minutes, until it all went to hell and Kaguya appeared.

Kakashi spent almost the entire battle protecting Sakura. Understandable, since the first thing she did was run to get impaled like she didn't care at all about her own life. (Kakashi was scared shitless that something would happen to her).

TWO TIMES during the Kaguya fight Sakura was in danger and Naruto pointed out (commanded, really) that Sasuke could help her and Sasuke did move to do so, he did face her to act, before his mind could process what he was doing. In both cases, Kakashi was faster and had her safe and sound before Sasuke could even reconsider.

First in the lava world, where Kakashi had Sakura and Obito already secured, so Sasuke moved to protect Naruto. Second when Obito gave both his eyes to Kakashi and he decided to go all Susanno to pull Sakura out of danger, to Sasuke's surprise.

Time to mention that the narrative of the manga makes explicit the petty rivalry between Kakashi and Sasuke. Sasuke does hate him for having the sharingan, you know, and Kakashi would not stop when recriminating how Sasuke decided to use the things he taught him, like the chidori, to hurt his comrades.

Anyway, Naruto decides to use that moment to tell Sasuke that Kakashi's susanno was cooler and talk about how the Copy Nin was amazing and all of that. If I had to guess, Naruto was more than a bit irritated because Sasuke was rude to Kakashi and Sakura and called them useless. It is a good guess if I'm allowed to say so, since Naruto also made a point of telling Sasuke to thanks Sakura for helping Obito bring him back from another dimension.— After all, Naruto did also complain about Sasuke being the leader, since he thought Sakura and Kakashi were better at making plans.

It kinda reached its limits when Sasuke put her under a genjutsu (of getting hit with a chidori to the chest, of all things) and Kakashi lost his cool. He was so visibly frustrated with Sasuke and the feeling was mutual.

It was call back to sooo many moments between Sakura and Sasuke:

When Sakura cried and calmmed the cursed mark back at the Forest of Death, when Sakura tried to prevent Sasuke from competing with the cursed mark during the Chuning Exams preliminaries and Sasuke told her to shut up, or when she tried to stop him from leaving Konoha to find Orochimaru and Sasuke knocked her out. It was an echo of the way Sasuke did almost hit her with a chidori back when they were kids without meaning to and then years later when he did mean to kill her; it was the memory all the times she worried about him and rushed to put herself in danger for his wellbeing when he didn't want her to.

When Sasuke left to fight Naruto, Kakashi was the one who stayed with her. When Sasuke left on his journey for atonement, Kakashi was there to tell him to behave, but also he was there next to the girl he had been protecting for years now. I don't know what all of that was supposed to mean...

I guess that Sakura played a part in Sasuke and Naruto's rivalry as much as she played a part in Kakashi and Sasuke's animosity.

#Kishimoto really said I'm gonna create a female character that's gonna generate so much tension in the team #Sad because it speaks of Sakura as an object of desire (to protect or love or befriend or anything) and not as a person with her own agenda #I really think that og Team 7 accidentally objectified her too much because they loved her and wanted her to survive the horror #but that's why Sakura told them to stop sidelining her and questioning her own strength #It doesn't mean I can't appreciate the flavor she gives to the Team 7 dynamics #naruto #sakura haruno #naruto shippuden #kakashi hatake #sasuke Uchiha #team kakashi #naruto uzumaki #naruto classic #team 7 #og team 7

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Hi Siren, guess who got into the void last night? So I don't want to tell the whole story because we would be here for 3 hours but all I can say I was overcomplicating it and I was falling asleep before I could get in so I finally just decided to do it and do I layed down and put on a subliminal and just repeated affirmations and it surprisingly took 5-10 minutes and I got in and it was pitch black I couldn't see or hear anything and so then I just affirmed "I have everything in my void list" and guess what, when I woke up I had EVERYTHING on my void list:

New hair type and color (it's now 3c and burgundy)

Food

A mansion

My own room (considering the fact that I had to share a room with my younger brother)

A chef

Starbucks

Height increase

All of the clothes from my pinterest board.

All of the jewelry that was in my photo album

My zodiac sign (which is why I chose ♏ anon)

A whole new birth chart

My intelligence

Straight and white teeth

I got full results from my beauty subliminal playlist (I look so good omfg)

I stop maladaptive daydreaming (I had trouble with this due to personal reasons)

Completely hairless everywhere except scalp hair eyebrow and eyelash hair

My personality

Fluency in 7 different languages

Graduating 8th grade early and not going to school for the rest of the year

And more

I have a lot more but these are the most exciting to me. So I just wanted to say again for the motivation because you really helped me a lot these past couple of days,

So thank you again and have a good day. ♏ Anon

OH MYYYYYYY congrats love ! that’s amazing I’m so happy for you🥹let’s talk about how you just sent an ask yesterday saying you were gonna tap into the void and now you’re back with a success story🤭🕺🏾

#success stories #success story #sirens inbox 🪄#sirens inbox🪄#void success stories #my ‘♏️’ anon

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I can’t tell where the journey will end But I know where to start

Prequel to my Kid Buggy fic, set about 11-ish years before that story.

Buggy meets you by chance when he needs his buttons sewn back onto his jacket. He’s young, up and coming, and he thinks everyone should cower before him wherever he goes, but all you do is smile at him.

Rating: PG-13ish just for some swearing.

Warning: Buggy’s in his early 20s. He’s an asshole. He just is because I wanted to write him loud, demanding, everything. This is still a bit of fluff, honestly. Also Buggy gets drunk near the end of the chapter. He's also just a bit clingy but we kind of knew that at this point.

A/N: I have no idea when Buggy became a Captain, so he’s a fresh faced captain in this. No clue how long this fic will be.

Title comes from “Wake Me Up” by Avicii.

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @ane5e @kingofthemfingpirates @the-angriest-angel @tiredemomama @valen-yamyam16 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @plethora-of-fickleness @uhnanix

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 + Chapter 16 + Chapter 17 + Chapter 18 + Epilogue

Chapter 12

He didn't want to wait.

Buggy was impatient. You told him it was another two months until you were officially done with your apprenticeship. That was 8 weeks. 60 days. Could he wait that long to ask you to marry him? It wasn't like the two of you were going to get married minutes after he asked, right? So he could ask, give you a ring, and seal the deal. That's all he had to do.

Right now he was sitting in the kitchen after dinner while you fixed his gloves. You said there was something wrong with the stitching with one of them, something you had noticed earlier in the day, and he wasn't going to argue with you since you were the professional with this kind of stuff, not him.

So while you fixed his gloves, he told you about some of his adventures on the sea in recent years, about fighting off more vicious crews, claiming victory, and all the treasure he found. You listened intently as you ran your fingers over the seams of one his gloves while your sewing kit sat untouched on the table.

He didn't need to know it was a little lie to spend more time with him.

“That's amazing, Buggy!” You told him as he finished his latest tale. A small part of you wondered about how true some of what he told you was, but you didn't really care. You liked seeing how animated he became when he spoke, hands gesturing wildly and his expressive face. It was a nice sight to see. “I'm almost done with your gloves.”

“Take your time, babe.” He grinned as he leaned back in his seat, watching as you looked over the gloves. They were both inside out while you checked over the seams of one of them. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm, just wanted to make sure the seams were strong, that's all.” You replied as you finished up. “They should be fine now.”

“What do I owe for this?” Buggy asked, watching as you worked.

You shrugged as you handed them back to him, watching him slide them back onto his hands. “I take lunch dates for payment.”

“Tomorrow then?”

“Don't you have the seas to conquer?” You chuckled. “Aren't you tired of me yet?”

He reached across the table, taking your hands in his own. “Never. I'll never be tired of you. I'm going to marry you so I want to start getting used to seeing you every day.”

You smiled and shook your head as you leaned back in your seat. “Yea, but you still have things to do.”

“I can stick around for another week.” Buggy insisted.

“You're sweet.” You said as you stood up from the table. “If you're sure, I imagine my boss can find more things for you to do around the shop.”

“Do I get paid at least?” Buggy frowned. You went over and gave him a kiss.

“You can share my bed, how about that?” You suggested as you ran your fingers through his hair, nails scraping against his scalp gently. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, nodding in agreement. “Good. I know Miss Pins already made a list. She'll appreciate the help.”

Wait, what. He opened his eyes and frowned. “She already has a list? Was this your plan, woo me to stay here and then put me to work?”

“No, no, not at all.” You chuckled. “But if it was, it seemed to work. Now, I’ll let you stay the night again if you want, but if you need to return to your ship I understand.”

He probably should return to his ship, but he didn’t want to be away from you. Now that he knew he was going to marry you, even if he had to wait (he really didn’t want to wait), it was harder for him to spend even an hour away from you. There was still that thought of someone better coming along who would steal you away from him, and he didn’t want to risk that.

“Oh, Buggy, can I ask you something?”

Buggy looked up at you, still leaning against you as you stroked his hair. “Anything.”

“Well, after I’m done here, I’m planning on heading back to visit my parents for a bit. There’s usually a big family reunion.” You told him, twirling locks of his hair around your fingers. “Is that something you’d want to come with me for? I have a big family, so if it’s too much, I understand.”

Wait, meet the family? Was that something he would have to do? “How… big of a family?”

“Big.” You chuckled. “I can’t even count how many cousins I have.”

Honestly, no, it didn't sound like a good time to him but he should at least meet your parents, right? That's what people did. So he nodded, agreeing to this, even if he may end up regretting it.

“Thank you.” You smiled as you leaned down to kiss him. “I'll let you know when it happens.”

He begrudgingly did the list of things Miss Pins wanted over the course of a few days before he had to head back to his ship. The only good thing about doing those things was spending more time with you. He needed to do some kind of piracy after being away from the ship for a few days, so you kissed him before saying goodbye, which he was fine with.

Buggy was planning on finding the perfect ring. He didn't want to wait. He would come back with the perfect ring, a bouquet of flowers, and propose, even if you weren't done yet.

It was about three weeks before you saw Buggy again. He came bursting into the shop, throwing the door open before hunching over, panting heavily. You looked up from your work with Benji while Miss Pins stood at the counter. She raised an eyebrow as she gave him a look over.

“Where's the fire, Captain?” She asked as he slumped against the door frame. He managed to glare at her as he started to recover, but you got up and hurried over to him to help him to a chair.

“Buggy, what's wrong?” You asked as Miss Pins went to shut the door. “Why are you running?”

He held up a bouquet of petalless flowers for you, no doubt having been knocked around in the running. You took them from him with a smile while Benji pretended to gag. Then Buggy reached into his pocket and slid down onto his knees in front of you while taking your hand in his.

This was it. He had rehearsed what he had wanted to say as he ran to the shop, but it all left his brain as he looked up at you, feeling the gaze of Miss Pins and Benji on him as you just watched him. He stiffened up, sweating bullets as he stared up at you nervously. Were you going to say yes or was this just a lead up to a cruel joke from you?

“Wait, is he actually proposing to you, Sunny?!” Benji exclaimed. “Ew! Why?”

“Oh shush.” Miss Pins said, crossing her arms as she watched the scene in front of her. “He hasn't actually said anything yet. Sunny, you don't have to say or agree to anything, you know.”

“Just ignore them, Buggy.” You said, shaking your head. “You know my answer, you don't have to actually ask.”

“Y-Yea, but I can't just assume!” Buggy stammered as he held the ring up and you managed not to laugh. The stone on the ring was honestly as big as his nose, but bright blue in color and very, very impractical for you to wear on a daily basis since you used your hands for everything. He cleared his throat and tried to slide the ring onto your finger but it was unfortunately too small for your finger. Buggy looked defeated but you took the ring and pulled him up to his feet.

“The ring is too small.” Benji whispered to Miss Pins.

“He didn't actually say anything.” She muttered. You rolled your eyes at their comments.

“Yes, Buggy, I'll marry you.” You told him; his eyes widened and he stood up straight, glancing over at your boss and associate with a smug look on his face.

“Ha! I didn't even have to ask her.” He said rather proudly. “She accepted without hesitation.”

The two of them rolled their eyes, of course he would say that. You stuck your tongue out at them before turning back to give Buggy a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly before lifting you up and spinning you around excitedly.

“We’re getting married!” He cheered.

“Yes, yes, we are.” You laughed, patting him on the chest to put you down. “I only have a few more weeks, Buggy, then we need to visit my family.”

Oh, right, the family. Your massive family you mentioned. He was going to meet them. No, it would be fine. He wouldn’t let that worry him. He was a pirate captain, that had to impress some of them, right? It would be fine. Just fine. He didn’t need to worry.

You stayed the night with him on the ship. His crew wanted to celebrate their captain’s engagement with a loud party. While Buggy had been shy and flustered back in the shop when he asked, it was different when he was with his crew. He was showing you off, embellishing the story of your engagement, saying how you cried (you didn’t), how his speech wooed you (he didn’t say a word), and that you said you couldn’t wait to marry him (you didn’t say that but you did want to marry him). He was proud of the ring he stole and found a chain to string it on so you could wear it so it would deter others from chasing after you in the coming weeks.

It was fun, you had just one drink while Buggy got himself pretty drunk. It was past midnight when you finally convinced him to go to bed, and you ignored how red in the face he got when you said that, his drunken brain misinterpreting your words again when you led him to his room and helped him take his coat and shoes off.

“D-Dontcha wanna wait til the h-honeymoon?” He slurred. You rolled your eyes before draping his coat over the back of a chair and setting his shoes beside it. “I-I mean, I’m good, I’m up for anything.”

“You need to sleep, Captain Buggy.” You told him as you took his bandana off next, helping shake his hair loose from being tucked under it for most of the day. “We aren’t having sex, okay?”

“Oh.” He frowned up at you, swaying a bit as he sat on the bed. “You wanna though, right? I don’t… my body doesn’t gross you out, does it?”

“It doesn’t, Buggy.” You assured him as you pulled the covers back on his bed. He rubbed his face and squinted in your direction.

“Are… are you staying the night?” Buggy asked. You sighed softly and nodded, smiling at him as you took your own shoes off before climbing into bed. His eyes lit up when you did that and he scrambled under the covers to latch onto you once you were under the blankets. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You told him, kissing him on the forehead as he snuggled up against you, his head resting on your chest as your arms went around him. “I need to get used to it since I’m marrying you.”

He glanced up at you, face red as he smiled brightly. “You are, aren’t you! I’m marrying you and you’re gonna marry me and I’m gonna be the happiest man ever!”

This was a different drunk Buggy from the one you encountered on his birthday, and it was nice seeing him so happy, even if it was influenced by alcohol. You just stroked his cheek, smiling as he nestled his face against you as he closed his eyes. It didn’t take long before he was asleep, snoring loudly. And tomorrow you would wake up before him, fix him breakfast, and start your day back at the shop. It was only a few more weeks before you would be done, and it was a little sad and kind of scary, but you were excited to be moving onto a new chapter of your life with Buggy.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #opla buggy x you #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc #sunny x buggy #one piece #one piece oc #one piece fanfiction

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pictureinme · 7 months

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need you around - robert fischer (1)

❧ no matter where i go, i always see your face

childhood best friend!robert fischer x f!reader word count: ~1k tags: rekindling friendships, back-story moment! parts: tba

(ao3)

Cars pass by the café windows, the city’s ambient noise muffled by the walls separating you and the street. You’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes now, silently praying he’d never show. You stir your tea idly, lost in thought of the man you hadn’t seen in, what… 20 or so years? You’re amazed Robert even reached out– well, his secretary did, on his behalf. How more impersonal could it get?

The two of you were practically inseparable for almost all of your childhood, ‘thick as thieves’ as his mother described. You were only 10 when she passed, but even you knew that Robert never processed it as healthy as a kid could. His sad excuse for a father certainly didn’t help– he’s why the two of you are even reconnecting again.

Maurice’s passing wasn’t sudden to you, his name has been in headlines for as long as you can remember. It’s only been relatively recently accompanied by Robert’s, ever since he moved away to work with him. You tried not to take it personally, it was inevitable with being the only son and all.

The thought of him leaving gnawed at your mind throughout your teenage years with him, but it never spoiled the fun you two got up to. With all the hormones raging through your two bodies as well as his blatant attractiveness, it was also inevitable that you fell for him– hard. God, the things you would fantasize about in the middle of pre-algebra. You can’t fathom how he never appeared to notice, you started doing your hair just like the girls he had taped in his locker– highlights and all.

Sure, the two of you shared many beds over those years, but he saw you as a sister. I mean, why else would he be shirtless 24/7 around you, or insist you could change in his room while he’s there?

Your delving into nostalgia helped no one, you knew that. But, how could you forget the way you felt when Robert left without even saying goodbye, without asking for his varsity jacket back– the very same one that still hangs in your wardrobe, that’s traveled multiple homes and states, but you’d never tell him that.

With the past behind you, it was terrifying to think of it crawling back to bite you in the ass– and that’s exactly what happened when you got that letter in the mail. At least his people had the decency not to send it in an email that’d immediately get thrown into the spam folder. The sterile legalese tone of the letter left you with a bad taste in your mouth, but you couldn’t deny the way your stomach fluttered reading his name addressed to you.

You had wondered how they’d gotten your address, but that was beside the point.

“(Y/N)?”

The speed at which you turn your head was astronomical, burdened by none of what you had just reminisced on. You’re met with the man you had seen in countless newspaper articles, the man who left you in the dust. God, he looks good.

“Hey, it’s… nice to see you, Robert,” you smile awkwardly as he sits down on the stool next to you.

He coughs, clearing his throat as he smooths his suit jacket down. Did he really need to outdress you?

“It’s really nice to see you, too, (Y/N).”

You nod, looking anywhere except at him. Robert’s nervousness was evident by his constant shifting, never seeming to be comfortable.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve really made a name for yourself,” you mumble, trying your best to sound enthusiastic.

He looks at you, and you meet his cool-toned gaze, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Leaving without saying anything, without… you know,” Robert leans closer, his sincerity practically dripping from his words.

You shrug, shaking your head slightly, “You had to go, I know how your dad was– a hardass, who wanted you to follow in his footsteps.”

Robert shuffles in his seat again, thrown off by your blunt reaction, “I’m still sorry for the radio silence. It wasn’t fair to you, not to our friendship.”

Friendship– that’s what it was, just your run-of-the-mill friendship. Nothing more, nothing less. You act as though you’re not one more punch in the gut away from crying, “Seriously, I get it. Why keep up with school friends, right? Bigger and better ventures to get on with, I guess.”

“Jesus, (Y/N), that’s not…” Robert holds his head in his hands, shaking it, “Not even fucking close to what you were to me. You were the best damn thing I had, and I fucked it up beyond repair, I guess.”

You look away, never having seen him this vulnerable before, “You didn’t fuck it up beyond repair, dipshit, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

He smiles slightly as he sits back up, glad you’re comfortable enough with him to playfully insult him like that, “I missed you, pipsqueak. Just didn’t think I deserved to ever see you again after leaving like that.”

“What year is it, who the hell says ‘pipsqueak’ anymore?” You laugh for what feels like the first time in years. “Robert, you’re some hotshot now, I really do get it. You don’t have to beat yourself up over nothing. But, I’m glad your secretary sent me that letter regardless.”

“When will you get that I genuinely regret leaving you like that?” Robert grabs your mug to take a sip of your tea, and grimaces, “The fuck are you drinking, you some hippie now?”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, it’s just green tea, asshat,” you steal your mug back, tension seeming to fill the air before the two of you chuckle rather loudly. Seems it wasn’t gonna be that hard to get back in the swing of things.

#robert fischer x reader #cillian murphy x reader

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lurkingshan · 7 months

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Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Thank you for the ask, I don't mind a bit! Though I will say that this particular question sent me into a minor existential crisis, because how on earth could I ever pick just 10 things that I love across all media. I don't know if y'all have picked this up about me yet, but I consume vast amounts of media, like...unbelievable amounts of media, it is my great joy in life. I consulted @bengiyo about how to approach this question, and he suggested a frame to help narrow it down: what are my favorites that someone else recommended to me, that I then felt compelled to recommend to others? Hope you don't mind the tweak! As always, keeping this in the realm of Asian media for this blog, here is what I got:

What Did You Eat Yesterday?

When I met @bengiyo and @waitmyturtles I learned very quickly that this was their all-time favorite, and if I didn't like it we were gonna have a problem (jk but not really). I hadn't watched it on my own because until recently (shoutout to our savior Gagaoolala) it was quite inaccessible and I hadn't yet stumbled onto @isaksbestpillow and found her amazing subs. Luckily, I have impeccable taste and WDYEY is in fact a masterpiece, so they watched me watch it, I lost my mind over how unique and brilliant and technically flawless it was, and we are now all bonded for life over our love for this show, which just returned for a second season and will hopefully continue forever. I love it so much I have even started reading the manga, and I am not a manga girlie by nature (I prefer reading prose), so you can be assured I absolutely will not be shutting up about it anytime soon.

Go Ahead

Credit for this one goes to @ginnymoonbeam for watching it first and then sending up a flare for me as a fellow cdrama enjoyer that this one was worth prioritizing immediately. I love big sprawling family stories that unfold over time, I love digging into intergenerational family trauma, I love good dad characters, I love found family dynamics, and I love a well done romance subplot embedded in a much bigger story, so this show hit so many of my sweet spots. It's #1 on my list of modern cdramas and I would recommend it to anyone.

Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed

Speaking of cdramas, I must give a shoutout to @dangermousie who wrote this post summarizing their favorite danmei novels, which I found when I went looking for recommendations and was trying to figure out a way into this segment of Asian media. I admit I am a bit bougie about my reading material and modality, so I really can't deal with machine translations or reading on html pages, and thus I still have not read some of these as I am patiently waiting for official English translations to become available (me and 2HA are gonna have a party in 2024 I tell you what). I had already heard of The Untamed, of course, because I am a human person who lurks in online spaces, but reading the novel got me significantly more interested, and I quickly fell down a months long rabbit hole that included consuming the novel, the show, and copious amounts of fanfiction. This story is so complex and layered and full of fun mysteries and meaty moral quandaries and interesting family relationships and has an A+ second chance romance and one of my all time favorite characters to boot; it really took over my brain for a minute. And while it hardly needs me to recommend it given how popular it already is, I'm still gonna do it whenever I get the chance.

Mo Du/Silent Reading

And while we're on the subject of danmei, let me give a shoutout to my favorite modern danmei novel, which was recommended to me by an IRL friend who is not on tumblr. Mo Du is a sprawling mystery novel that spans five major interconnected cases, and it centers on an exceedingly competent police captain, Luo Wenzhou, and a young business heir/super genius, Fei Du, who start out with an adversarial relationship (but I bet you can guess what happens next!). The crime stories in this are almost shockingly intricate and every detail comes together in the end without a single loose end, which is impressive enough on its own, but somehow the author (Priest, who some of you will know as the writer of Faraway Wanderers aka Word of Honor) manages to also write a perfectly paced, incredibly compelling love story between the two leads that is layered with complex trauma and psychological hot buttons and secrets and lies that unfold organically alongside the mystery. I am in the middle of re-reading it right now and my love for it only grows stronger. The gif above is from a recent attempt to adapt this into a live-action drama that got quickly canceled, but honestly, the less said about that, the better (though Zhang Xin Cheng will absolutely remain the Fei Du of my heart). With China's censorship laws, there will be no faithful live action version of this story, so I highly recommend reading the novel.

Pachinko

While we're on the subject of novels, I must mention another IRL friend recommendation: Pachinko. This one is a sprawling multi-generational family historical fiction epic that tracks the lives of a Korean family that is forced to migrate to Japan during Japanese occupation in the early 20th Century. Y'all, this book is amazing, and it has now been turned into a television show airing on Hulu that is also quite good (though structured quite differently, but that's another post). I learned a ton of real history in the course of reading this, and I found the journey of Sunja and her family so compelling. The book has a real intersectional lens and digs deep into themes of oppression, racism, class disparity, and sexism, and is rooted in Korean values around filial piety, respect for hard work, religion, moral condemnation, and of course, the importance of food to communicate.

The Great Indian Kitchen

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Switching gears, let me give a shoutout to this Indian film that my bestie @neuroticbookworm recently recommended to me and @waitmyturtles. This film is about a modern young woman who enters an arranged marriage with a family of high status (though maybe not of the kind you think) and explores her experience of oppression as a woman in a very patriarchal religious setting. The story is really compelling, I learned about a common experience for women in India, the narrative ended in an unexpected place (in a good way), and I really enjoyed the watch. And this film is on YouTube with good subs which I linked above, so it's quite accessible.

Be Melodramatic

Let's get back to dramas, shall we? I credit this one to @kdramaxoxo, who recommends Be Melodramatic constantly, and thank goodness because otherwise this under appreciated gem would have never landed on my radar. This is a beautiful story about a group of friends who move in together in the wake of personal tragedy and tracks their progress as they heal and move on from their hardships. The themes of grief and growth and change are quite poignant, the relationships, both platonic and romantic, are all very compelling, and the music is beautiful. If you haven't seen it yet, what are you waiting for (@nieves-de-sugui this is definitely a good one to add to your list).

Make it Right

Time for @bengiyo to get another shoutout. This is a Thai bl classic that doesn't get the love it deserves, and he is its number one promoter. I don't know when I would have gotten around to watching this if he hadn't recommended it so highly, and I'm so glad I did. I wrote about this one, why I loved it, and why I think it's under appreciated, and I highly encourage others to give it a try.

Coffee Prince

We will end on an OG kdrama classic, which I watched early on in my kdrama journey thanks to a recommendation from an IRL friend who said it was the best version of the well worn Asian drama genderbend trope that they had ever seen, and my god were they right. Not only was this my first Gong Yoo drama (a life changing experience in and of itself) but this one really took me by surprise for how sharp and progressive it was about gender fluidity, sexual identity, and the struggle toward self-acceptance way back when it aired in 2007. I recommend this one to everyone, and its a great entry point for people who prefer queer media and have (justified) suspicion of mainstream kdrama's treatment of queer narratives.

#what did you eat yesterday?#go ahead #the untamed #mo du #pachinko #the great indian kitchen #be melodramatic #make it right #coffee prince #drama recs #danmei #shan answers

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euphoricimagination · 6 months

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Summary: after getting comfortable with your new team, some getting too comfortable with you, it's time to retrieve Bachira from Rin; whether you win him back it doesn't affect you, but you probably played too hard, taking a toll to your body

Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 -> Masterlist

After taking a shower and eating a meal, you find yourself in the new dorms, this time with four individual beds. You enter the dorm and saw the other three boys there, Barou arranging his bed, Nagi lying with his phone and Isagi just sitting there.

You brought with you the hair dryer, your hair was rapidly getting longer, just enough to use a hair tie in it and to bother your face so you started drying it without a care in the world.

"Anyone listening?" You hear Isagi say

"What?"

"Huh?" You and Nagi ask, both finally paying attention to the boy in front of you. You and Nagi share a look before Barou starts talking

"HEY THERE!" Barou screams "These socks and bath towel, who the hell was the one who just left this on the floor?"

"Socks are mine, i was going to sort them out once i finish doing my hair" you say

"The bath towel is mine, put it in the washing machine" Nagi adds

"Do it yourself! Don't just leave shit on the floor!" Barou reprimands you two

"Don't tell me what to do" you raise your eyebrow

"That's a pain"

Barou keeps arguing with both of you, about how Nagi should dry his hair a bit more or how you should do it less. Isagi was sitting in his bed looking uncomfortable at the scene in front of him, not knowing what to do. Admittedly, you were making things hard for him unintentionally, you weren't this messy normally, but Nagi's laid back attitude was contagious.

"Hey, hey, don't fight! How about we all go to eat together for now?"

"Nah, I'm not hungry yet, plus i need to do some self care" you answer

"I want to watch videos" adds Nagi

"I'm going. You guys! By the time I'm back, have it all sorted out!" Barou says to you, walking to the door with Isagi on his back

After a few minutes, you finished adjusting the bandages on your chest -a much more comfortable option than the tight binder for the night- and were organizing all your clothes and stuff as Nagi lays on the bed.

"Do you always change your points for your phone?" You ask him

"... Yeah, that's why i always make at least 3 goals in each match"

"Makes sense" you walk towards him "what have you been watching this whole time?"

"World soccer sorry plays compilations, i wanted to study some trapping" he says, showing his screen "isn't this guy really good? Makes me want to copy him"

"That guy is Noel Noa" you say incredulous

"Who's that?"

"Move" you say, he does confused as you lay on the bed next to him "that guy is just the best striker in the world right now"

"No wonder, this dude is seriously good" he says, his eyes slightly shining as he focuses again on the screen

"Hahaha" you laugh, petting his hair affectionately, you couldn't help it, despite his intimidating aura and height, he was proving to be really cute "you really don't know anything about soccer, huh? And somehow you're an amazing player, that's not fair"

"Thanks" he adds, you ruffle his hair one more time before turning around and laying on your back, looking at the ceiling, his eyes never left your body as you did this "by the way, is your chest wound or something? You had bandages…"

"Ah that" you sigh, remembering the made up story you had made at the very beginning "i had a surgery a few years ago, one of the things that they made me do to recover properly was to wear tight bandages or a binder so everything was protected, i used them for months ago now i don't feel comfortable letting people see me without them"

"Ah.. Doesn't it hurt when you run?"

"It did in the beginning, it's been years now, so I'm kinda used to it" you look at him, his eyes were showing some curiosity "but i don't mind it, when it starts getting a bit uncomfortable it helps me realize that i can still become stronger"

"Ooohh, that's so cool" he says, his face doesn't show much emotion but you can tell by his voice that the means it

"That means i need to surpass more people before becoming number one, you are one of them, so don't make it easy" you say hoping to motivate him, moving to ruffle his hair again

"I won't"

"Pass me your phone" you turn around again as he gives you his phone, both of you laying side by side once again "if it's trapping, there are other amazing players you could watch like Bergkamp or Ono Shinji"

"Really? Show me, show me"

You stay together watching some videos for a long time, Nagi always seemingly impressed both at your knowledge of the sport and the plays he's watching on his screen.

"I want to try, help me" he says standing up on Barou's bed

"How? We don't even have a ball here" you look at him confused

"It doesn't matter, throw me that cup stand I'll try to trap it"

"Sure, why not?" You laugh, seeing how excited he was. You throw the thing, he was able to trap it perfectly "dude, what the hell!"

"More, more"

You kept doing with almost everything in the room, cups, books, some bowls, everything that has enough surface for Nagi to trap it, he didn't fail a single one as the room started to get even more messy than it was before

"SHIT'S SCATTERED AROUND EVEN MORE THAN BEFORE!" Barou screams once he and Isagi enter the room, you were throwing Nagi a shoe, which he skillfully trap as well

"Yo"

"You can do it with a shoe too?! You're awesome!" You say to him

"What the hell are you doing…." Barou says dangerously

"Somehow, after watching Soccer videos we felt like doing this" answers Nagi

"Nagi Seishirou trap whatever you can championship" you say laughing, making Isagi laugh too

"THAT SHOE IS MINE, GOD DAMN IT!!"

"You wanna try, Barou?" Nagi asks, sitting down on the bed next to you

"Like he'd do it" you say in between laughs, patting Nagi's hair again

"YOU GUYS ARE MORONS!! CLEAN UP AND GO TO EAT BEFORE I PUNCH YOU BOTH!"

"Ok, ok, let's relax" you say, making Barou sigh "let's clean up, Nagi"

"But it's such a pain…" he whines

"I didn't ask, I told you to clean up. Move" you say, pushing him so he stands up. He does it lazily, but still helps you organize things better, as Barou was supervising every move of yours and lightly scolding you if you put something out of place

"I'll finish accommodating things, go to eat" Barou says looking at the clock, it was almost 10 pm

"Thanks…sorry" you say, pushing Nagi towards the door before he lies down on the bed and claimed it was a pain moving "let's go"

"Ahhh” he whines again "carry me Yn"

"I physically can't do that, so move"

"But I'm tiiired" he keeps whining, suddenly moving you in front of him so he can lean his body onto yours "this is better"

"Ugh, Nagi" you scoff, trying to keep walking with Nagi's weight on top. The worst part is that he probably hasn't put all of his weight on you and you were already struggling with it "fine, just for now though. Just because we're close to the cafeteria"

"Okaaay" he drags, you ignore the way his arms pass through your chest, trying heavily not to blush at the fact that a cute boy was practically cuddling on you.

You help him by bringing his dinner to the table, his eyes looking tired as he thanks you. You watch him lazily cut his food, you following his act as you cut your own food

"Tell me Nagi" you call him, his head lazily turning to you "why did you come here?"

"Reo wanted to come so we can become the best players in the world"

"I see, so what about now? You still want to do that?"

"I do, i just realized how interesting soccer can be, so I'm trying to become better so i can do that"

"You're already amazing, can't imagine how even cooler you'll be once you start understanding everything" you say patting his head once again, his face had a very light blush on it

"Thanks..What about you? Why are you here?"

"I had stopped leveling up on my own, so this project was my chance to get better, it would be awesome if i can get to the world level, but I want to get better for myself"

"Ahh, you're cool"

You soon go back to the dorms, with Nagi again resting his weight on you as you walk back to it, and get ready to go to bed. You barely managed to enter the dorm with Nagi on your back, basically throwing him on his bed while you fall beside him, exhausted at the boy

"I hate you" you tell him

"Nah, you don't" he says, passing his arms behind his head "you're weak, but really comfy"

"Fuck you" you say with no illness in your voice

"Ah, you guys are here" Isagi says, entering the room alongside Barou "i have some news about the match"

"Did you confirm it then? The match against Rin?" You ask, sitting up. Isagi nods hos head, bringing a board to plan a strategy

"Right" you hear beside you

"I'll crush them" Barou adds

"I think our opponents will be like this" Isagi draws the names as you take Nagi's t-shirt to forcibly sit him up right before Isagi shows the board. Rin at front, Aryu and Tokimitsu on each side, and Bachira right behind Rin "I'll face Rin in the center, we'll use Yn speed and techniques on the right, so Nagi will go to the left. Barou, you'll be in position to devour the three in front of you as you wish, this formation should be good for us"

"So I'll match against the kid with the bob" Barou says

"I'm against that long ass dude? I guess that's right" you sigh. If you already looked like a smurf next to Nagi, you can't imagine how much smaller you'll be next to Aryu when he was slightly taller than the white hair

"And I'm against Tomitsu, that dude with self esteem issues" adds Nagi, leaning his weight on you again. How and why did he get so comfortable with you, you have no idea

"Yeah, if we win this match we'll win the second selection. Let's hit them with all we've got!"

"Like any of us is good at containing ourselves" you say taking Nagi's arms out of you before he falls asleep, going to your own bed "if you don't mind, I'll be sleeping now. I had to carry this dude to and from the cafeteria and I'm tired"

"I didn't even put all of my weight in, you'd have crumble if i did" he says lazily, also properly laying on his bed

"Shut up" you add as Isagi chuckles, he turns off the lights "if any of you slacks off I'll kick your ass tomorrow"

"Like a brat like you could" Barou answers

"We'll win" Isagi says, everyone starting to fall asleep. A brand new day was about to start.

+++

You were in the field waiting for the other team to arrive, surprisingly, nobody seemed nervous, if anything everybody was getting excited about passing the second selection.

You were doing some light warm ups when you hear both Nagi and Barou say something, feeling a hand in your hair before you could question them

"Your hair! Despite being on the shorter side, it shines! And it's so soft too! What hair treatment do you use?" Aryu says to you, his eyes shining as if your hair was the most wonderful thing ever

"...just the one that's is on the showers, like everybody else" you answer before hitting his hand away "and don't touch my hair"

"Oh, my mistake. Your hair looks so healthy that I couldn't stop myself, you also have this androgenous look, you almost look like a girl, in the best way possible of course. I'm just so weak at stylish things. I'm honored to face someone with such a style, let's shake hands" he rambles, the only thing you could think of, besides how weird he was being, was about how huge he was, you couldn't even reach his shoulders.

"Nice to meet you. Let's have a good match, Jyubei-san" you say shaking his hand, his eyes widen before he freaks out

"Stop it, that name is my only unstylish point…" he kept rambling about how his name was his complex and started doing some poses, things that startled you before you could feel a hand in your arm pulling you away from the long haired boy doing poses.

"Get back, he's getting annoying" Nagi says with his characteristic monotone voice, pulling you slightly behind him

"Is he actually any good?" You ask him

"At soccer at least"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL OF YOU! GET IN YOUR FUCKING POSITIONS AND LET'S GET STARTED" Barou screams, sending Tokimitsu into a big, before ramble about how confident people never had experience failure, making Barou visibly annoyed as he tells Isagi that he was going to match up with the nervous boy, trying to lift him up from the floor -and failing-.

"If he does that, that means you'll be with Bachira, is that alright Nagi?" You ask him

"Hmmm, sorry, can I be selfish too? Unless I'm playing someone who can get my pulse racing there'll be no point in having left Reo. I want to play against the number one over there. I want to get stronger" he says, you cross eyes with Isagi, you giving him a nod as you pat Nagi's back

"Ok, but if you lose I'll be stepping in to crush him" Isagi answers

"Me too, i want to humble that annoying dude"

You change positions as you wait for the match to stay, Itoshi Rin kicking it off.

He immediately passes to Bachira, who encounters Isagi right away, you see Nagi was nearby in case Bachira wanted to pass him as he notices how much Isagi has evolved in this short time. Suddenly Barou tries to steal Bachira's ball, which ends up with him having to pass to Tokimitsu, but the ball ends up being taken by Isagi.

You start running ahead as Isagi passes to Nagi, who immediately gets marked by Rin, a perfect spacing between them to the point that no matter what Nagi did, Rin had an advantage. Nagi jumps, his and kicks the ball sideways, his eyes locking with yours for a second as you understand his calling. You pressed forward faster, knowing that Aryu was right behind you, and noticing Rin coming to you, you had just one split second to make a decision; so you just push the ball forward, jump in between their legs and shoot, making the first goal.

"Don't just surprise me like that" you say to Nagi, high fiving him

"You reacted on time though" he retorts "well done"

The other team kicks off again, Rin quickly passing the ball to Aryu. Even though you were slightly faster than him and were right beside him when he was about to receive it, his leg reached out, extending his reach much more than before. You knew there was no way of winning that type of battle against him, after all he was a whole 35 cm taller than you, his limbs were going to be much longer too. Aryu sends a lass to Tokimitsu, who despite Barou's effort, doesn't bulge and sends a pass to Rin. He alone is able to trick Nagi into a fake, and Isagi into another, making a goal all by himself.

"Seriously, how are we supposed to stop that?" Nagis says

"I know i wanted to humble him and all, but he's actually pretty damn good" you add

"Yeah. Sorry, I couldn't do anything really" Nagi says, leaning slightly over you "but how's he able to play like that? Is he just wired differently from the rest of us?"

"No, it makes sense how he got past us. In that play just now, Rin was constantly positioning himself in a range from where he could shoot the ball. That’s why no matter what we did, we were always one step behind. He reads several steps ahead of the game, and while we’re still processing the situation, he lures us in. I think that’s his core style of play" Isagi explains as if it was a matter of a fact

"...damn" Nagi says "i don't know if i can keep up with that"

"Me neither. I never thought about soccer that much, i just do whatever feels right at the moment" you add "but the fact that you can explain that llay instantly is pretty impressive, you know?"

"THE SCORE IS TIED, LET'S FUCKING GO!" Barou screams before restarting

"Our attacks work too, we'll be fine" you add, receiving a look from Nagi as you walk towards your position

"It's time for our counter attack"

Nagi restarts the match, sending the ball ti yiu to start the counter attack from the right, you see Aryu in front of you with Rin to his right, getting ready for whatever you were going to do.

As the ball approached, you could see the confidence in his eyes, thinking he could easily overpower you. With a quick burst of acceleration and a touch of deception, you fainted to one side, leaving the towering defender lunging in the wrong direction as you tried to lure Rin in. You glance to your left, wanting to pass to Nagi, when you see Isagi going behind all of them, so you pass to him.

However Rin is able to intercept him and get the ball.

Nagi and Barou try to stop him, but he passes to Bachira, who makes a long pass to Aryu. You run as well too, not letting him get away with it so easily. Nagi was also in front of you, but the ball was going on a really high parabola, high enough for Aryu to reach when he jumped and marked another goal.

"I really hate how ridiculously good they are" you say, hands on your hips. Your competitive manner starts to build up the more time passes

"Same" he answers "but it's awesome…let's win Yn"

Nagi restarts the game one more time, passing it to you so you can advance through the field. Barou asks for the ball, but Tokimitsu is right behind him blocking him from properly doing something. Isagi is battling with Bachira while Rin is on the lookout for whatever movement he does, so you just keep running towards the goal hoping that Aryu couldn't take the ball from you.

You see Nagi passing through everyone, not caring about anything as you two lock eyes. 'Let's make a goal', his eyes tell you. You pass him the ball as you start running again towards him, closing the distance between you two. Rin is almost immediately near him, so he does a quick pass to you as he keeps running, evading Rin. You send the ball right behind the emo looking boy, but of course, he's able to react just in time, so Nagi does a two stage fake volley, tying the game 2 - 2.

"You're insane, Sei! That was awesome!" You say, standing on your tippy toes so you can ruffle his hair smiling

"Thanks" he lowers his head slightly, letting you pet his head easily "nice pass, you're awesome"

They start this time, Bachira quickly sending the ball to Rin, he surprisingly seems to be firing up, which could be a problem if he keeps leveling up. He sends the ball to Tokimitsu, who is directly against Barou and sends him back the ball only for Rin to pass it again towards Aryu. You ran and got just in the way to stop him from keeping moving forward, but he sent it right back to Rin, who was able to lure in both Nagi and Isagi before passing the ball to Bachira, who scored for them.

"Almost" you say to Nagi "so that's Itoshi Rin, he'll control everything and anyone who's on the field"

"Looks like he'll read through anything remotely easy, which means we have to go beyond what he can even imagine, right?" Adds Nagi, pushing back his hair

"Yep, a goal that even if he understood he couldn't possibly chase after. We're going to be playing at a mercilessly difficulty, but if we can go in with our weapons cranked to the max.." you say only to get cut off by Nagi, who leans on you again

"We might be able to break through"

Your team starts again, the ball quickly coming to you one more time so you can face Aryu, you quickly do a roulette turn, making him slow down just enough for you to keep going. You see Rin appear once again in front of you, so you send a curve pass to Nagi, Tokimitsu appearing stopping Nagi from having free movements, so he ends up sending it to Isagi, who Rin has been guarding all this time waiting for this ball. However, instead of any of them actually getting the ball, it is Barou who takes it, waiting patiently so he could steal the ball from Isagi and score his own goal.

"Yn" Isagi calls you right before the restart happens "can you go all out from now on?"

"Huh? Got an idea?"

"You're incredibly fast, the fastest one here, so i need you to follow whoever is in possession of the ball"

"Fine…after all I don't think i can fully win against Aryu with his height" you say

"So that means that I'm marking the style dude" adds Nagi just when the kick off starts. The ball goes to Rin, so you go to where he is, stopping him and forcing him to pass to Bachira. You run in that direction as well as Isagi makes the bumblebee boy stop for a few seconds, enough for you to catch up and change places with Isagi so he can go to where Rin is.

"We've never faced each other, have we?" You smirk

"Nope, go easy on me please"

He tries to run to his left, you follow him right beside to stop him, so he lifts the ball and moves it side to side, waiting for you to move. He goes to the right, you following him once again, Isagi appearing right behind you to make him try to pass you two. Once he does Barou appears to steal the ball, trying to do his chop faint, ultimately getting stopped by Rin, who sends the ball outside the field.

You throw the ball from the sidelines to Isagi, which ends up with both Isagi and Rin fighting to get the ball, Rin was dangerously close to your goal, so you run towards them and slide in to kick the ball out once again. The speakers announce the move while you lay in the floor for a few seconds, breathing hard as you try to stand up

"Nice one, i was actually trying to pass it to you" Isagi says helping you stand up

"Nah, it's okay. I could've stolen it if i was a bit faster" you say trying to calm down your breathing, your chest was feeling tighter than normal in your binder

"Hey…are you okay?" He asks you, seeing your lack of air

"I'm fine, I can run for a few more minutes" you say, lifting your best to swipe your sweat away "don't you dare to worry about me now, you're the only one who can think like Rin here, so don't you dare to lose"

"Yeah…so you better run till you die"

"That's the plan" you say going back to your position, Nagi sending you a look that you didn't notice since you were trying to ignore the pain.

The ball goes to Tokimitsu, who does a series of back and forth with Rin as he seems to be the only one with enough stamina to pull that off. The last one is straight into the goal zone, but you and Barou are able to react in time, you sliding in and kicking the ball away while Barou literally tackles him into the ground.

«Beep! Due to usage of a tackle from behind and a malicious slide, Barou Shouei and Yn get a yellow card!»

"HUH?! I WAS JUST GIVING HIM A FUCKING HUG!!"

"I LITERALLY TOUCH THE BALL!!" both Barou and you scream at the speaker.

For that the other team had a free kick, Rin making the goal right above Isagi's head. One more goal and they'll win.

"ALL OF YOU. PASS THE BALL TO ME OR DIE TRYING!" Barou says after he loudly scream to Isagi after he didn't jump for Rin shooting

"Now it's not the time to scream orders Barou" you say to him, holding Nagi's arm to stabilize yourself,

"Yeah, it doesn't matter. We'll just have to catch up no matter what. Right?" adds Nagi, you nod

"Yeah…it's too soon to end up the game here"

Your team restarts again, Isagi going behind Barou as he tries to pass Tokimitsu; however, Barou is unable to do that, so Isagi just passes them easily. He gets cut out by Bachira, so seeing that he was surrounded by him and Rin, he decides to kick the ball towards you. You're able to pass Aryu despite how tired you were, jumping to trap the ball as you keep moving forward. You see Isagi breaking diagonally alone towards the goal, so you pass it to him; however, Rin was right behind him, for a moment there it looked that he was in control, but in a blink of an eye Isagi turns around and does a backheel shot. The match is tied once again.

"Well done, Isagi!!" You hit his back playfully before high fiving him

"That was amazing, you took out Rin on your own" Nagi adds. He then proceeds to explain to Barou, who begrudgingly seem rather impressed, how he planned that whole play, basically explaining that it was because he and Rin had the same type of eyes

"This means that in terms of score and ability we're on the same ground as those monsters there. Makes sense, really, we have the top 2 on our team" says Nagi

"I'm still really behind, i lack the right physique, so i need to get even better at techniques to even compare" you say, no matter how good you were, there was no way you could win against these boys, your bodies were just too different.

At that moment your head started spinning, so you quickly grab someone's arm -Nagi, apparently, since he quickly grabs you back to stabilize you- as you try to breathe as deep as you can, hoping the dizziness just disappears

"Hey, you ok?" Nagi asks you; Isagi's face was concerned, whether for you or the match you don't know; and Barou was raising his eyebrow, some worry in his eyes too

"I'm fine, don't worry about me" you say, blinking fast to make the spinning go away "let's just focus on winning"

"Yeah, let's show them who the better team is" Isagi adds, you feel a hand on your hair, noticing Nagi silently petting your head as if he was trying to comfort you

They restart for the last time, the ball going to Tokimitsu, who is stopped by Barou as you close in on them, making him pass the ball. Isagi tries to take the ball against Rin, but he passes it to Aryu, who's able to trap it with his chest; Nagi, on the contrary, seems to be waiting, almost stealing the ball successfully if it wasn't because Aryu stole it back. Aryu passes it to Bachira, who seems so distracted that he doesn't even notice you running towards him and kicking the ball away, going towards Barou.

Unusually, Barou and Isagi start working together, doing a perfect one-two pass between them; you keep running towards the ball with all your might when you see Bachira trying to steal the ball from Isagi, ending up in him sending the ball to you. You take it as far as you can before shooting it towards Nagi, who passes to Isagi so he can finish it off…but Rin receives it with his face right on time, preventing it from entering.

The ball goes right to Bachira's feet, who starts running towards your goal instead. He's able to pass everyone, from his teammates to your team as his movements started to become sharper than before. He shoots the ball after some impressive moves, but Isagi is able to block it just in time.

Time seems to go by slowly as all of you keep running, the ball falling right into Itoshi Rin feet, who's completely free to shoot and mark the winning goal of the match.

«Beep, beep, beep, game over! The score is 5 - 4, Team Red wins!»

You're breathing hard, your eyes completely losing focus by now, loud ringing in your ears as you try to not fall down…and yet you're still able to hear it

"Come, Isagi Yoichi, you can have a front row seat of my ascension to the world's number one"

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I love your writing so much, if it wouldn't be too much trouble could do you something where Ghost and the reader get tattoos together

(kinda like the story where the 2 got tattoos for each other without the other knowing but this time they decide to get one together?)

If not thats 100% okay and I hope you have an Amazing day!

Warnings: None? Needles I guess? But it’s not described. Fluffffff

A/n: Sorry this took so long, my motivation has been 📉 lately. But thank you so much for the kind words and amazing request❤️ Hope you like it! Also this is technically a part 3 to my other story but can be read as a standalone.

-$-

“Would you get another one?” He asks suddenly one day as their sitting at the table, a deck of cards in hand.

Yes you know having poker be your date night activity is strange, but your relationship wasn’t exactly anyones definition of “normal” to begin with. But it was your normal. So, yes, sitting at the table on a Friday night with a group of playing cards in one hand and a take out taco in the other was your definition of a good time, sue you.

You look up from your deck at his question, he still hadn’t looked up from his, “What?”

“A tattoo. Would you ever get another one?” He questions, leaning back in his seat, eyes finally connecting to yours.

“I-I mean I’m not- opposed to the idea, if I found the right one.” You’re still not sure of the meaning of this. The question was so sudden

He hums, nodding his head. Eyes gazing back down at his cards, as if they held all the answers.

You raise an eyebrow, “why?” You drawl out.

He shrugs,“Curious.” Is all you get as response before he stands up, throwing his deck down on the table, “I win.” He proclaims in in a baritone voice, then promptly turns to step out of the room. Your eyes following him in total confusion.

They then flick down to his discarded hand.

A royal flush.

That bastard.

Shaking your head slightly, you can’t help but let a fond smirk overtake your face as your ears catch onto the sound of water pittering against the shower floor.

Your boyfriend, the man of many words.

-$-

About a week later.

“Are we there yet?”

Simon sighs in annoyance, the hand not on the steering wheel rubbing his temple, “You’re not bloody five years old, stop asking me that.”

You give him a pouty lip just for show,”But we’ve been driving forever.”

“Twenty minutes. We’ve drove for twenty minutes.”

That short?… really?

“Well how the heck am I supposed to know that, I can’t d*mn well watch the clock now can I?” You question rhetorically as you lightly tug on the blindfold secured around your eyes for emphasis.

He lightly swats your hand away,”Don’t touch it.”

You huff indignantly, but do lower your hand,”Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“No.”

“Oh come on.”

Simon huffs, that seems to be a reoccurring thing for him the last twenty minutes, “Impatient little thing.”

You could’ve swore you heard some fondness in that sentence.

-$-

Around, what you assume to be, ten minutes later, you feel Ghost’s truck gently pull to a stop. Slightly jostling the both of you as you hear the gear shift click into park.

You sit up in your seat,”Are we there?”

“Yes.”

“Oh thank gosh. Can I please take this off now?” You point towards the blind fold,”I don’t know how you wear that mask 24/7, this thing is killer.”

“It’s not that bad.” You can hear his seatbelt click and the sound of his old Ford door creaking open.

“Wait! Can I take this thing off or not?”

“Almost.” The truck shifts as he steps out. Giving a slight rock at the absence of Simon’s massive body weight.

The door shutting cuts off any response you had. For a short split second you think he’s left you, until he opens your door. Ever the gentleman.

You unbuckle and twist around, legs hanging out the door. Now how are you going to do this blind? You try wiggling your foot around, but can’t feel anything but air.

“Uh- could you like guide me to-“

You cut yourself off with a squeal as, without a word, you’re swept out of your seat. Simon picking you up in a bridal carry, one hand under your thighs, the other around your back, as you rap your hands around his neck in a panic.

“Simon-!”

“Every girl wants to be treated like a princess at least once, don’t they?” You can physically hear his smirk.

It’s embarrassing how much that made your heart flutter.

“You could at least warn me first!”

“Then I wouldn’t get to hear that cute little squeak.” He gives a deep chuckle

You’d never admit to the extent of redness that your cheeks turned to.

You’d also never admit how much you like the feeling of his large hands gripping tightly to the bare skin of your thighs. The gentle scrape of his calisced fingers being almost therapeutic. For such a large man, his hold is surprisingly gentle, always is when he’s touching you. Never wanting to bring you any semblance of pain.

Even after all this time, his touch never fails to raise your skin into goosebumps.

“Alright,” his words bring you back from your touch induced daze,”We’re here.” He sets you back onto your feet, your hands lingering around his neck a little longer than necessary.

“Allow me.” You feel his hands reach around the back of your head, fiddling with the knot.

The blindfold slips loose easily underneath his skilled fingers.

Your eyelashes flutter open now that the obscurity is out of the way. Though you’re forced to immediately scrunch them back closed as the light floods your corneas, leaving colorful spots dancing across the back of your eyelids. It’s only after a few tries that you can actually see anything then just a bright white. Vision finally clearing, you take in your surroundings, particularly the building with a big neon sign atop it.

It’s-

The tattoo parlor?

You flick your curious eyes from the sign to Ghost. His face, the upper half that’s not obscured by the black surgical mask, almost looks, dare you say, nervous. Well, maybe not fully nervous, but, slightly unsure of himself?

“Wha-what are we doing here exactly?”

“Well-uh- I thought that, maybe we could get tattoos?”

“But-we already have tattoos?” He made the big deal of blindfolding you, and hauling your a** out of the car to,,get more tattoos. You’d accompanied him to this place multiple times, what’s different now?

“I meant like, together?”

It takes your brain an embarrassingly long time to catch on, your period of silence making Simon’s hesitation only grow.

“Ohhhhh, you mean like-like a couples tattoo.” You feel your smile start to grow as you grab his arm, pulling on it in excitement like a kid in a candy store.

Ghost’s hesitation seems to all but disappear in the face of your happiness, his eyes softening as he observed your childish antics.

“Yeah.” He finally responds breathily, before he remembers something,”I’ve gotta’ picture of the stencils if you wanna-“ He reaches towards his back pocket, though your hand over his stops him. He look up into your eyes, which are shining with love and joy.

“I’m sure whatever you have in mind is perfect.” You lean up on your tiptoes to give him a sweet peck on the cheek,”Thank you.”

You could’ve swore you saw his cheeks turn a little pink, though he doesn’t let you observe him for long before he’s clearing his throat, turning his face away.

He offers his hand to you in invitation,”Ready?”

You smile, placing your hand in his,”Yep!”

-$-

You both take turns since Ghost refuses to use any of the other artists besides Jackson. And refuses to let you use anyone else. Says he trusts him the most, with his whole identity thing and to not hurt you.

Simon won’t even let you in the room during his session, saying that he wants to reveal it after they’re both finished. He sits by your side during your tattooing, holding your hand and making sure you don’t look before it’s finished. Even rubs his hand over your arm when you wince, whispering a little “You got this princess” in your ear.

Jackson wipes the remaining ink residue from your lower arm,”Alright, looks like we’re finished!” He begins cleaning up his tools.

You and Simon turn to look at one another.

“You wanna see em’?” He asks.

You give him a deadpan expression,”No, I wanna wait another hour. Of course I wanna see!” You excitedly sit up on the bench

He fondly shakes his head, and when he speaks, you can hear the smile, “Alright, close your’ eyes for a moment.” An order you immediately comply with.

You hear rustling and then a slight ripping sound, which you assume is him tearing the bandage from his own tattoo if Jackson’s chastisements are anything to go by. Chastisements that Simon, of course, answers with a quick “Stop your bloody worrying, it’ll be fine”

You feel him grab your arm, careful around the tender area, and pull it up in front of you, placing it beside of his.

“You can look.”

You eyes flutter open, even though in the dim parlor lights you’re not nearly as blinded as when you removed the blindfold earlier, it still takes a second for shapes to register. When they do, your gaze immediately latches on to the two arms displayed in front of you. Your breath hitches.

“You like em’?” And there’s that unsureness again. Rearing it’s head in the face of your prolonged silence.

You look at him, eyes hesitant to leave Jackson’s masterpieces, “Like them? I love them!”

You basically tackle him in a hug, again, being careful with your arm, and almost fall off the bench from the momentum. Ghost lets out a little huff of amusement as he catch’s your weight with his other arm, “They’re perfect. Thank you.” You lean back enough to look at him.

He bumps his forehead lightly against yours,”Anything for you, sweetheart.”

The endearment makes you heart jump, a soft smile lighting your face. Every single thing this man does, makes you fall farther and farther in the depths of love.

“Can we please cover them now?” Jackson exclaims from the other side of the room, holding up a roll bandages.

You both burst out in giggles.

#simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #reader insert #imagines #ghost fluff #ghost fanfiction #call of duty #fanfic #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost cod mw2 #ghost simon riley #request #tattoos

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daydreamingmia · 2 months

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Y/n & Walker's First Date💖

Walker Scobell X Reader | Series | You Belong With Me🔱 Part 7

This is a series and there are many more before this story😁💙

You woke up at 7 am because you were so excited. It was Valentines Day and Walker was taking you out for your first date.

You got up and brushed your teeth. You couldn't get Walker out of your head. You were so excited.

You went downstairs and ate some breakfast. You had chocolate chip waffles. When you hear the doorbell. You run to answer it and see Dior and Leena.

"Hi!" You say really excited and hug them

"Hey!" They reply in unison

When you get to your room they go to your closet as you sir on your bed.

"I think she should wear this but change to this when she gets there. What do you think?" Leena asked Dior

"Ooo! I love it!" Dior replied

They packed a bag for you. They put the change of clothes and a few other things inside another bag so you wouldn't know where you were going.

You talked with them as they helped you with your hair, makeup and painted your nails.

"So are you excited?" Dior asked

"Let me put it this way. I woke up at 7 am." You replied

"Wow! You must be ecstatic!" Dior and Leena laughed

"Why would you wanna date my brother anyway? He's annoying and weird." Lenna asked with a laugh

"Yeah he is but he is also sweet and kind and loving. And he's so cute!" You gush

"Ewww" Leena replied

You laughed

"It's about time that you guys got together. Aryan and Charlie owe me 20 bucks each." Dior said

"How did you know we would kiss at the Grammys?" You asked

"Just a feeling I guess." Dior replied

"So does anyone else know? Like did the paparazzi see the kiss?" Leena asked

"I don't think so. It would be all over the magazines if they did" you replied

You talked with them for a while and then they finished.

Dior and Leena left and you sat on the couch waiting for Walker. When the doorbell rang you ran to answer it. It was Walker.

You jumped in his arms and he picked you up a little.

"You look beautiful" He said as he put you down

"Thank you!" You blushed

You grabbed your bag and left. He held your hand and led you to the car.

"So where are we going?" You asked REALLY excited

"Not gonna tell" he replied with a smile

You drove for around 30 minutes and we arrived. You couldn't believe you eyes. WALKER WAS TAKING YOU TO DISNEYLAND ON YOUR FIRST DATE!!! He turned to you and gave you a "I MADE A GOOD PICK" smile.

"You're taking me to Disneyland?!" You ask excitedly

"Yeah!" He smiled as he opened the door and helped you out.

"I remember you said your dream first date would be at Disneyland. So here we are." He said proud of himself

"I said that 2 years ago" You said shocked that he remembered

"Well...it was important to me." He blushed

You went to the bathroom and changed your clothes

You went to Disneylnd first and planed to go to California Adventure later in the day.

"So where do you wanna go first?" Walker asked

"The Haunted Mansion!" You exclaimed excitedly

You had a lightning lane pass so the line wasn't that long.

"Do you really like this one?" Walker asked you

"Yeah! Especially during Christmas!" You reply

(BTW Walker has been holding your hand the whole time)

You walked in the stretching room and the voice started.

"OoooOoOo creepy" Walker said brushing his fingertips on the back of your neck

"Stop it" you scrunch your neck as he laughed

The two of you got to the front of the line.

"Come on down. Watch you step." The girl said

As I was passing by her to get on she whispered to me "Percy Jackson is amazing!"

"Oh! Thank you!" You tun around and say

"What was that about?" Walker asked you as you sat down

"She said Percy Jackson was amazing" You reply

"I'm glad she liked it" He replied with a smile

After that you went to Pirates of the Carribean ride.

"Yo ho yo ho a pirates like for me!" You and Walker sing together in line

When you get on the ride you get your own row

You can hear the screams ahead of you and you nuzzle into Walker. When you drop he covers you so you don't get hit by the water and you tuck your face into his neck.

"Did you get wet?" He asks you

"No" You look up at his with a smile staying in his arms

"Good" He says

When the ride ended you got up and looked at Walker

"Omg! YOU'RE SOAKED!" You exclaimed

"It's alright. I was a little hot before. I'm not now though" He reassured you with a laugh

His clothes were soaked in water and hair looked like he has been swimming.

You ride a couple more rides and you get a little hungry.

"Ooooo! Churros!" You point

Walker laughs and walks you over

"Can we get 3 churros?" Walker asked the cast member

"3?" You ask confused

"Well you love churros and you're hungry right?"

"Right!" You exclaim

You ate them as you walked over to California Adventure. You just finished the first church and you were about to eat the second.

"You wanna share?" You ask

"You don't have to do that" He replied

"No I want to. Here take a bite." You said holding the church up to his mouth. You took turns taking bite until it was gone.

You then went over to the Avengers campus and took pictures with the Avengers (including the girl who was your character).

"Do you wanna go on the Tower of Terror?" Walker asks (AKA: Guardians of the Galaxy – Mission: BREAKOUT!)

"Ummm...I don't know I've never been on it. I've heard it's really scary." You say

"YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ON THE TOWER OF TERROR?!" He was shocked

"No. I've always been too scared." You say sheepishly

"Well how about we go on it and I'll protect you? But if you don't want to that's totally fine" He says smiling at you. Oh that smile

"Alright" you agree

You get to the front of the lane and get really scared. You squeeze Walker's hand and he pulls you close to him.

"You okay?" He asks

"Yeah" you reply

"You'll be okay. I'll be right there beside you" He reassures you

You get into your seat and buckle yourself in. Walker puts his arm over your shoulder and you lean into him. The ride was going when all of a sudden it just dropped. You screamed at the top of your lungs. It was deafening. Walker hugged you so tight. You knew you weren't going anywhere. When you got off you stumbled a little bit.

"Was it as bad as you thought it would be?" Walker asks

"It wasn't too bad. I'm so sorry for your ears. Are you okay?" You ask Walker with a giggle

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm glad you liked it more than you thought." He replied with a smile

You were back in Disneyland and the Mickey's Mix Magic was about to start. The voice started and you got excited. If someone told you last time you went there that the next time will be your first date with Walker Scobell you would've died. You and Walker were dancing and jumping to the music. You looked at him his eyes were so beautiful and his smile even more. You were so happy. Then out of nowhere you kissed him. He put his hands on your waist. You pulled back and he looked in your eyes "I love you" He said

"I love you too" You said with so much love in your eyes

You decided to eat dinner. The two of you decided on the Blue Bayou in the Pirates of the Caribbean building. It was very romantic. The two of you talked a lot.

"So why did you always want your first date to be here?" He asked

"I don't know. As long as I can remember I thought it would be so fun."

After you finish eating you walk to It's a Small World then see Cinderella and Prince Charming dancing in front of it.

"My princess" He bent at his waist holding his hand out to you

"My prince" You smile and take his hand

You were on the side of the walkway dancing to the slow music. You chest was against his and his hand was on your back. You were just swaying back and forth until he dipped you. Then you looked in his eyes and he kissed you again. It was magical. You loved him so much

After the two of you went on It's a Small World you walked over to Star Wars: Rise of the Resistance. Even with the lightning lane the line was so long.

"My feet hurt" You complain

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to carry you?" He asked with sympathy in his eyes

You jump in his arms and wrap your arms and legs around him.

"Thank you" You kiss him on the cheek

He carried you through the whole line. You fell asleep sometime in the line. When you got in line to go into the interrogation rooms

"Well well well what do we have here" the Resistance officer said with attitude

"Is she dead?" She mocked

"No. She was tired" Walker replied with a laugh

"The force is weak with this one" They said as they walked away

Walker walked in the room and started waking you up

"Y/n?" He said moving your head so he could look at you

"Hmmm?" You mumble

"We're here now. You don't wanna miss the ride." He says in a soft voice

"But I'm tired" You reply

"I know y/n I'm sorry" He says moving the hair out of your face

He puts you down and you lean against him as he holds you up so you don't fall. You are still kinda asleep.

You woke up a little more by the time you got in the ride

The two of you walked over to Space Mountain. The line was pretty short because it was around midnight. You got off of the ride and Walker looked at you

"Your hair!" He said fixing it with his hand

"Thank you" You smiled at him

You walked out holding hands and got in the Uber. You fell asleep on Walker's shoulder almost immediately. Before you knew it you were back at your house.

"We're here y/n" Walker whispered

"Okay" You mumble

You got out of the car and he walked you to your door

"Today was more amazing that I could have ever imagined" You smile

"I'm glad you liked it" He replied sheepishly

"So you're my boyfriend now?" You ask

"I think so" He smiles

"Can I ask you a question?" He asks looking nervous

"Of course" you reassure him

"Are those songs on your album really about me?"

"Maybe" you give a smile that was saying who else?

He kisses you and you put your arms around his neck.

"Goodnight Walker" You say as you go inside

"Goodnight y/n" He finally let's go of your hand

You change into your pajamas and go on your phone

A/n: Happy Valentines Day everyone!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you have any requests let me know and I will do my best to make it happen. If you like the story please like, comment, or follow!😁💖

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hear me out I like zeff/yasopp I think it's great but just hear me out sora right? Mrs Vinsmoke instead of poisoning herself to fix her babies. She poisons her husband, killing him. She takes her daughter and runs away to the east blue.

She finds the nice humble island with a small village known as syrup village. She has a nice little home and delivers her babies in the village and raises them on her own. They're all completely normal well adjusted non-emotionally stunted children with their own passions and hobbies. Ichiji literature and poetry, Niji gardening and plants Sanji is still cooking and Yonji is sports mainly baseball Reiju ballet.

she befriends a lady named Banchina she likes to visit her once in a while and brings her son usopp to play with them. They get closer like really close Sora is catching feelings practically having a second sexual awakening with this woman. She doesn't know what to do She didn't even know she was bisexual until now. That's how trapped she was in that miserable miserable marriage

Banchina is a lesbian (insert lavender marriage backstory right here we know the lore yasopp is being gay somewhere this ain't about him) she fell for this woman the minute she saw her she was head over heels. Gorgeous, beautiful. She needs her She wants her. She pursues her

They kiss, they start seeing each other more often they get closer they're in love

NOOO THIS IS SO CUTE ILOVEITILOVEITILOVEITILOVEITILOVEITILOVEITILOVEITILOVEITILOVEIT-

The whole lavender marriage thing with Yasopp and Banchina is just amazing to me, tbh. I adore them. And Sora deserved so much better,, She deserved to escape from that hell and get a wife fr fr. And in this concept we're like, SO adding Childhood BFFs to lovers Sanuso right??? Right???

Because I can't stop thinking about Sora raising the kids on her own in Syrup Village and they all have their little personalities and passions. And Sanji still loves to cook and is the sweetest thing that has ever existed. Honestly, he might not get his stubborn and strong personality from Zeff but he could most definitely get it from his brothers. 100%. If in this concept they act like normal siblings I can assure you they are arguing 24/7 (but they're very protective of Sanji because you will have to kill me before I give up my headcanon of the brothers actually loving Sanji a lot). So yadda yadda yadda he meets Usopp and they are best friends and they grow up together and they are boyfriends and the story is similar to the original except that there's no Zeff BUT Luffy does end up making these two idiots join. Except that they're boyfriends already. And the story doesn't change because they already look like boyfriends in canon.

But this isn't about them because I like women more!

Okay so Sora is the sweetest mother in the whole world but since she has to raise the kids on her own she also has to act tough sometimes and you know,,, It is a hard job when you have,,, 5 kids,,, Poor woman. But she loves her little angels SO much it's insane and they love her even MORE and they all help in their tiny little home in the village somehow. Tiny little family that is not so tiny because those are 5 kids. Girl,,, I just know Banchina would want to help her somehow. Usopp doesn't have that many friends and Banchina thinks it's a great idea to go visit Sora and the kids so Usopp has somebody to play with. And even if it's a bit hard because his personality clashes a lot with the brothers, he gets along the most with Sanji. Instant best friendism because Sanji looks so sweet and quiet and sensitive and Usopp goes full superhero mode on him. My pookies,,,

Honestly, Banchina is so real for falling for Sora right away. Because. You know. Have you seen Sora? I think Banchina admires her a lot because sometimes it's hard for her to raise Usopp on her own without Yasopp around and you're telling her Sora can do that same thing with 5 kids??? And Sora falls for Banchina too because. Again. Have you seen her??? And she is also so fun to be around and so so helpful!

Wouldn't it be extremely sweet but angsty if they started to fall in love, meeting even when the kids aren't around and doing chores together, but Sora feeling guilty because she thinks Banchina is actually married married to Yasopp? She doesn't know anything about the lavender marriage yet,,, And Banchina doesn't want to ask personal, intrusive things, so she doesn't know more than "They escaped from a bad place" about Sora and her kids. She guesses she doesn't want a romantic relationship now-- But she does!! Of course she does!!

Banchina is just,, So sweet to her and so so helpful and thoughtful. Sora isn't used to this much kindness in her life,, You have to keep in mind she basically got out of an abusive relationship and it's the first time somebody actually wants her for herself and not to use her. Banchina always wants to cook for her and help her with her groceries and look after the kids when Sora wants to take a nap. And I think Sora also would see her with Sanji cooking, stopping fights between the brothers and playing with them (also fixing their stuff bc I hc that Banchina knows her ways when it comes to like, mechanics and art and such), and talking for hours with Reiju and dancing with her. Sora is so in love,,, She has never felt like this before. She didn't even know she liked girls. But she doesn't want to make any sudden changes for the kids,, Again,, Or ruin what they have. So she stays quiet.

And Banchina loves painting, by the way. Obviously, because I say so (and bc I want Usopp to have a deeper reason to love art). So Banchina is always drawing Sora, at first absentmindedly, and later on she realizes the only thing that inspires her is Sora,,, She has always been looking for that. A true passion and stability and knowing she can trust somebody to stay and to offer her their heart so she can paint it. She's a bit intense when it comes to helping Sora, maybe, but she wants to be helpful! And Sora is always taking care of her too and her health!! Looking out for her and being oh so gentle and fun to be around. Sora is the sweetest but she's also a bit of a tease and her laugh is the cutest thing Banchina has ever heard. But yeah,,, Neither of them wants to confess even though they've almost kissed,,, A lot of times.

Okay,,, But wouldn't it be cute if Sanji and Usopp's crushes on each other started very early in their friendship and Sora and Banchina realized they have to be honest about their feelings thanks to their kids??? Because they both ask for advice from them about how to tell somebody you like them, and when they're both like "If you truly feel like it's meant to be you'll know... You need to follow your heart and be honest..." they know they have to finally be together together. They wouldn't tell their kids right away because they think they need to get used to more to this dynamic first and it's a big change. So they stay quiet and keep it to themselves. But, you know, Banchina and Usopp basically live with them now at this point so it's hard not to know.

Also,,, Can't stop thinking about Sora being a badass and knowing Judge is the most horrible person to ever exist BUT still having issues with relationships because of his fault? She still has this feeling of like, thinking she's worthless and needs to do more and more and more? And give give give? And Banchina helping her all the time and sharing the burden and seeing all the pretty things Judge found ugly in her,,,, It does wonders for her heart. And Banchina also realizes that she doesn't have to be alone and can share her passions and true feelings with somebody finally??? What if I cry.

Aghhhh. I absolutely adore this. The kids grow up and do their own things and Usopp and Sanji go with Luffy and they are all happy and there's no angst! And once they're alone they can be cottagecore middle-aged sapphics in their little village.

Lil note: Somebody choose a shipname bc I am awful with these things thank you-

#and we're not killing the moms here because i am a good person #OMG YOU KNOW 'BEGIN AGAIN' BY TAYLOR SWIFT???? THAT'S THEMMMM FROM SORA'S POV #remember when i said zeff/yasopp was like hahaha old sanuso?? well this is better bc they're women and i love women #anon i am kissing you right now i love you you don't even know i owe you the world #I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM #banchina sends letters to yasopp about sora btwww #usopp like. years later: our moms were totally dating right #sanji: what?! no--- no... right? oh. oh they were dating yes #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #vinsmoke sora #banchina one piece #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke niji #so many siblings damn #ask-bean!

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hi, lovely! i was wondering if, when you’re able do, you could do one about joe and pregnant!reader and toddler go out and get crowded by paparazzi? i know you’ve done one similar so don’t feel inclined to do this if you don’t want to <3

‘Twice in one day?’ - J.K

amazing idea!! this is such a cute concept, i didn’t know how to end it so i hope this was okay <33

you walked through the streets of LA, Poppy in the middle of you and Joe, holding her hands tightly as the swarm of fans and paparazzi started forming. you’d only wanted to go out to get some lunch and do a bit of shopping for Poppy but of course it would be ruined by the fans and weirdos who followed you with a camera.

you’d put your free hand on your bump, trying to shield it from the masses of people pushing and shoving you to get a photo with and of Joe. after a few minutes, and the crowds getting bigger, Joe picked up Poppy and grabbed your hand tightly. “i didn’t know they knew we were here” he said into your ear as you tried to walk away from everyone.

Poppy started getting scared, the screaming of Joe’s name, the flashing lights, the shoving, it was all getting too much for the poor 3 year old. the crowd got bigger and Joe started getting more and more agitated. “daddy i’m scared” he heard Poppy say into his ear as he walked, pulling you closer to him. “it’s okay love, we’ll be inside in a minute.

you guys were walking to the mall from the diner you had just been at and you would have never left the house if you knew this was going to happen. “Joe there is too many people, maybe we should go home” you said to him, hearing the many fans girls calling his name.

the paparazzi had been trying to get a shot of you for weeks, he knew the photos they’d get would be in the magazines, selling some stupid story about him and you which wasn’t true and he hated the fact that everyone was pushing you to get to him. he was furious.

“wanna go home” he heard Poppy say before she started crying, scared of everything around her. he tried his best to calm her down amongst the screams and lights but he lost it when he heard you yelp. the paparazzi had pushed someone into you and hit your bump, making you fall slightly onto him. “enough!” he shouted, finally talking to everyone that was surrounding him. “you okay love?” he said, looking at you to see if you were severely hurt. you nodded your head and he spoke up again.

“stop screaming and shoving. it’s all too much. you’ve just barge into my wife who’s carrying a baby, and, you’re scaring my daughter with the shouting and those lights on those cameras are to fucking bright. she’s three years old and you guys are terrifying her. we can barely walk because of how many people there are. can’t you guys see that we are people just like you guys? leave us alone” he shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling your through the crowd of people who just stopped and listened.

the fans backed away but the paparazzi didn’t stop, shouting questions at him like ‘are you okay Joe?’ ‘is the new baby stressing you out?’ ‘are we really scaring Poppy or is she scared of you shouting?’. he was even more pissed off when they brought you two into the questions. you and Poppy were so innocent and Poppy was terrified by the relentless shouting by different people she didn’t know.

you grabbed Joe’s arm tightly as you walked, seeing the mall coming up. Poppy was still crying on Joe’s shoulder. hands clutching his shirt as he walked, holding her securely with one arm, the other was rubbing her back soothingly, trying to calm her down.

you reached the mall and walked in, the paparazzi staying outside like they were supposed to. you took a deep breath and walked to a bench which was in the mall, sitting down to breathe. being 7 months pregnant and doing all this walking took a toll on you. Joe stood in front of you as he rocked Poppy down in his arms, telling her it was okay and that they were safe now.

your heart broke as you heard the sobs of your little girl. she’d never been swarmed like that before and she was absolutely terrified. “it’s okay baby, they’re gone now.” Joe said, kissing her forehead, then resting his head on top of hers. “you alright love?” he asked you, watching you sat down on the bench, hand on your stomach. you nodded and put your arms out to take Poppy onto your lap, giving Joe a break.

he passed her to you and you sat her on your lap, bump getting in between you, but you pulled her as close as you could and her arms wrapped around your shoulders. Joe sat next to you, watching the two of you as you calmed Poppy down. Joe called his manager, Matt, telling him everything that had happened and that he wasn’t sure about what to do once they had finished shopping.

“it’s too much Matt. she’s three years old. she’s terrified, she doesn’t even know these people and y/n. she was shoved and got her bump hit. i can’t do this now. it’s too much for three people. i’m so angry. they don’t understand personal space-” he said, standing up, walking away slightly so you could calm down Poppy in a calm environment. she looked up from your chest and rubbed her eyes. “i was scared mama” she said, feeling you wipe her tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

“i know my love, daddy’s gonna sort it out. you don’t need to be scared, we wouldn’t let anything happen to you.” you said, kissing her head, looking at her as she calmed down. “daddy held me” she said, looking around for Joe. he was pacing back and forth on the opposite side of the mall entrance. you nodded your head and put her hair behind her ear. “see, daddy was protecting you just like he was protecting me” you said, smiling at her.

Joe got off the phone and walked back to you. “you okay now P?” he asked, seeing that she had calmed down. she nodded her head and got off your lap, grabbing Joe’s hand. you stood up and she grabbed your other hand. “what did Matt say?“ you asked as you guys started walking around the mall. “he was so angry, he was annoyed that you got hurt and that the paparazzi didn’t listen, he’s gonna sort out some security for us when we leave” he said, walking into h&m.

“that’s nice of him” you said, looking down at Poppy who was looking around the store. you guys did your shopping and next thing you knew, it was 5pm and you needed to head home. you honestly didn’t want to go back out there, the girl who hit your bump hit it quite hard and it did hurt and you didn’t want it to happen again. “i’ll carry her” you said, putting your arms out for Poppy. you gave Joe your handbag and Poppy rested on top of your bump, arms around your neck as you carried her.

you walked to the entrance and saw a lot more paparazzi then earlier. you looked at Joe who looked furious and as soon as he opened the door for you, the lights started again. you kept one arm underneath Poppy’s bum, holding her up and then one on her head, comforting her. her head was in your neck, not looking out at the different people surrounding you guys. you looked around for a pathway but there literally was no room to walk, Joe walked in front of you, hand around your waist as he guided you on where to go.

“i’m not doing this again, give us space so we can walk.” he said, trying to get the paparazzi to more. they finally listened and you both started walking quickly to your car. “Joe, are you angry at us or did you and y/n have an argument?” one of the paparazzi said, Joe looked at you then back at the pathway, guiding you and Poppy but protecting you at the same time.

“do you guys have nothing better to do with your lives then follow us around? can you not see that they are scared and that your questions and shouting doesn’t help?” Joe said, a hand rubbing your back softly as he spoke. the man didn’t speak up again but the lights felt brighter and the shouts became louder. you sighed angrily as Matt had promised Joe that we would have security and it wasn’t here.

Poppy’s arms around your neck tightened as more paparazzi started shouting. “Poppy do you love your mummy and daddy?” someone said as the photos were still being taken, that’s when the millions of questions to Poppy, a three year old, started. her tears started falling down her face, again, when they were more and more shouting people calling her name. you finally got to your car and strapped Poppy in her car seat, getting in the back with her as her tears slowed down.

Joe put the stuff in the boot of the car and then started speaking to the paparazzi. “it’s a big dick move for you guys to be shouting a three year olds name and asking her questions. do you guys have kids?” Joe said, waiting for some of them to respond. most of them nodded and he spoke up again. “how would you feel if some random man started shouting your kids name whilst they were scared? you can’t go round shouting at my kid and thinking that it’s gonna be fine. learn boundaries.” Joe finished before turning back, walking to get in the drivers seat.

Joe got in and started driving home, the flashing lights finally stopping. “twice in one day? it’s getting ridiculous” he said, stopping at a red light. “maybe we should think about moving somewhere more quiet. you’re gonna get photographed wherever you go but LA is the prime spot for paparazzi” you said, throwing out a suggestion you’d been thinking of for a while. Joe looked at you through the rear-view mirror then back at the road.

“you want to move? where to?” he said, turning a corner. you sighed before looking at Poppy who was looking between you and Joe. “maybe closer to your mum and dad? or somewhere quiet where we don’t have to be scared to leave the house” you said, looking out the window. “that’s actually not a bad idea.” he said, finally pulling up to your house. “we can start looking” he said, parking the car and unbuckling his seatbelt. you unbuckled Poppy from her car seat then took off your own seat belt.

you got out the car then walked around to Poppy’s side, helping her get out. she held your hand and looked around to see if there was any paparazzi, there thankfully wasn’t. “mama, all gone” she said, pointing to the empty drive way. “i know, we’re safe now” you said, walking with her to the front door. you unlocked it and kept the door open, letting Joe walk in without having to get his keys out.

Joe walked into the living room and saw Poppy sat on the floor, drawing in her colouring book she’d gotten a few weeks ago. “you know daddy wouldn’t let anything hurt you don’t you?” he said to her as he sat down on the floor next to her. “i know daddy” she said, stopping colouring so she could hug him. “i love you P” he said, kissing her head. “love you too” she said, arms wrapping tighter around his neck.

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Little Runaway Part 7

Oh my god you guys, seriously you all are amazing. I am really loving the reactions to this story. There is just one more part to go and it’s a sweet little epilogue. This is the showdown. The moment you’ve all been waiting for.

Also if you asked to be tagged after the limit of twenty, I’m sorry. I have the limit for a reason. I’m not doing it because I’m being elitist or whatever, my poor little ADHD brain starts getting frustrated and wanting to cry just doing the 20 I’ve got, but I do it because it makes me happy people want to be informed the next time a part goes up. I don’t know how people with dozens do it.

Plus tagging adds more time putting up the parts. Something that would take five minutes on AO3 (because they keep track of all the chapters for you) could take anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour depending on how many parts there are, and how many have been put up (I go and crosslink on EVERY part to make sure if a part in the middle gets found in the wild all by its lonesome the person can read the previous and subsequent parts). Add tagging to that and you can see the time starts to really add up.

Again thank you for all the love and support this little story has gotten. The last part will be up tonight after I eat dinner and then (cold permitting) I’ll put up the first part of Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town before I go to bed.

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Eddie walked into the police station and right up to Hopper’s desk. He leaned on it with both hands and stared directly into Hopper’s eyes.

“I need you to arrest me,” he bit out. “Now.”

“What the hell?” Hopper asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Mr Harrington knows I know where Steve is,” he breathed. “I can’t let him get to me to get to Steve. If you need a reason, I have two baggies of weed in my jacket pocket. Please. I don’t want to see him get hurt.”

Hopper gulped. “Well there is a rumor you kidnapped him, so...”

Eddie nodded and held out his hands together at the wrist. “Save him, please.”

Steve was sitting on the sofa reading when Wayne came home from work.

“Where’s Eddie?” he asked on his way to the fridge.

Steve shrugged. “He just said he had errands to run.”

Wayne came back with two beers and handed one to Steve. Steve swung his feet off the sofa to let Wayne sit down. Steve set the book down and popped the lid off his bottle and then did the same for Wayne’s when the older man raised an eyebrow.

“Neat trick,” Wayne said, taking a swig.

Steve shrugged. “Turns out years of baseball, basketball, and swimming make you a strong person. I don’t do those things anymore, but I keep working out to keep that strength up.”

“That how you were able to break Clint’s nose?” Wayne asked.

“Yeah,” Steve murmured. “I didn’t mean to, I don’t know how much to hold back when punching, because when I hit most of the time there is no holding back.”

“What have you got to be hitting that needs to be hit that hard, boy?” he asked.

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “I can’t tell you. I can get into a lot of trouble if I tell people. The only ones that know are the ones that have seen it for themselves. But I have seen things that have made grown men shit their pants. I have been hunted by things that would haunt the nightmares of the hardest of souls. I have been actually tortured and drugged. And yet face to face with my own father and I chickened out like a bitch.”

Wayne stared at the boy that should have had the dream life. Rich parents, everything he could have asked for. But instead nothing but heartache and loss for this kid. Because despite Steve almost being twenty, he was still a kid.

He put his hand on Steve’s shoulder and was about to say something when the phone rang. He frowned and got up to answer it.

As he said hello, a curly haired teenager in a trucker hat came barreling through his front door.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled. “Someone at Hellfire snitched and your dad is on his way here.”

Steve worked to calm Dustin while Wayne listened to the other person on the other end of the line, making the appropriate noises. Then he hung up.

“You must be Dustin,” Wayne said coming back over to the sofa.

Dustin looked over at Wayne as if he was seeing him for the first time. “Oh. Yeah. Um...sorry. For barging in like that, but I really needed to see Steve.”

Wayne chuckled. “Don’t worry, your friend here is going to be just fine.” He cocked his head to the side. “How did you get here so fast? I just barely got the call myself what was going down.”

“My mom drove me,” Dustin said, staring at the floor.

“Claudia is here?” Wayne asked. Dustin nodded. “Good. The more the merrier.” He turned to Steve. “Under the sink, behind the Draino is your bag. It’ll be up to you to decide what you want to do with it.”

Steve nodded.

Wayne walked outside.

There standing in a semi-circle was Claudia Henderson, Joyce Byers, and Sheriff Jim Hopper. Standing off to the side, was Eddie who was hugging his ribs. Wayne joined the semi-circle just as Clint Harrington pulled up to the trailer park and got out of his car.

“Sheriff!” Clint yelled. “I want that man arrested for kidnapping my son!” He pointed angrily at Eddie, who looked down.

“I don’t know about that,” Wayne said. “Hey, Steve! You being held against your will?”

Dustin and Steve came out of the trailer slowly, the backpack slung over one shoulder.

“No, sir,” Steve said, looking his father in the eye. “I am not.”

“Liar!” Clint bellowed. “Don’t you be believing a word out of his mouth. He’s been brainwashed.”

“No I haven’t,” Steve said, feeling a little bit more bold knowing he had people who would protect him.

“You leave that boy alone,” Joyce said. “He’s gone through enough.”

Claudia crossed her arms. “Agreed.”

“You better get out of my way,” Clint growled.

Hopped pulled out a piece of paper and held it up. “This here is a warrant for your arrest for the assault of Steven Harrington.”

Clint laughed. “You can’t prove a god damn thing.”

“Actually we can,” Hopper continued. “Steve was smart enough to take pictures after your little tussle and the bruises will match up with your ring.”

Clint went to work it off his finger, but Wayne stepped up to stop him. “I think I’ll be taking that for the Sheriff if you don’t mind.”

Clint growled, but handed it over. He walked back over to Hopper who was holding a baggy for Wayne to drop it into. Hopper sealed the bag and stuck it in his pocket.

“What do you say, Steve?” Hopper called over his shoulder. “Should we lock up this bastard and throw away the key?”

Steve held out his hand to Eddie. Eddie looked at it, unsure and then came over to take it. Steve pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “What do you think I should do?”

Eddie cupped Steve’s face with his free hand. “You know what to do. You’re a good person, Steve. Do what feels right.”

“You fag, get away from my son!” Clint shouted. He tried to push past the four adults, but they closed ranks and wouldn’t let him through.

Steve breathed in.

“You’ve got this, baby,” Eddie assured him.

Steve nodded. He stepped away from Eddie and tossed the backpack at his dad. “Everything you want is in there. Just take it and leave. Know this. If I or any of my friends see you in Hawkins ever again, the Sheriff will arrest you.”

Hopper grinned. “I like that plan.”

“I’ll cut you off!” Clint snarled. “You’ll be penniless and homeless without me, you ingrate!”

Steve laughed. “I could stay at any number of these fine people’s houses and be welcome for as long as I needed. And as for penniless? I’ve already got a job lined up that I think will make me very happy. And maybe if I’m lucky, a boy who loves me.” He turned to Eddie, who was blushing deep.

Wayne chuckled. “You heard the man, Clint. Get the hell out of Dodge and stay the fuck away from my boys.”

Clint growled and stalked off to his car, the tires peeling out on the gravel as he tore out of the trailer pack as if the hounds of hell were on his tail.

Steve shook his head. “Doesn’t he know that’s bad for his tires?”

Everyone turned to look at Steve in shock and amazement before bursting into laughter.

Claudia took Dustin home and Hopper took Joyce, leaving Steve with the Munsons.

“Is it over?” Eddie asked.

“I’d give Clint a couple days to clear out,” Wayne said. “But yeah. I think it’s over.”

“Does this mean I can stay?” Steve asked, looking up through his lashes.

Wayne rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I was thinking of upgrading to a double wide with two bedrooms. I think we could just about afford it if you help pay rent.”

Steve lit up and turned to Eddie. “You hear that? You’re stuck with me now.”

Eddie smiled and leaned in. “I think it’s the other way round. You’re stuck here with me.”

Steve smiled softly. “And I couldn’t be happier.”

Epilogue

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- the devil is in the details.

┈⋆⭒ daniel ricciardo x fem!reader [1.9k] ┈⋆⭒ part 7 !

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ find all parts here!! .𖥔 ݁ ˖ �� contents: toxic behaviour, nothing kinda. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⎯ a/n: yes I apologise that Theo is slightly two dimensional but hey. this is a Danny story so can you blame me? also toxic behaviour that I do not condone but also.....

(1) new message from “theo”

see you today at the race!

it’s the first thing you see when you wake up and you’re embarassed to admit you’d slightly forgotten about him and his attendance, but you pin it up to the fact you’d been busy and not to anything else. yeah you should definitely check that he doesn’t want anything serious. christ. anyway.

you respond.

yeah, we can catch up after my last meeting, should be 5ish.

also, the paddock pass should be in your emails 😉

the wink is sarcastic (god you hope he knows that).

you hop in and have a quick shower before getting ready for work and grabbing your keys, seeing another message.

(5) new messages “lucy mercedes”

what’s your coffee order?

i’m getting you coffee

no arguing

also my address is ________

ok THANK YOUUUUU

you smile at the string of text messages before writing back

an oat cappucino

please.

you’re amazing

she writes back almost immediately

large?

she knows you well apparently.

please?

you turn your phone off after that hopping in the car, it was only 3kms away but in the centre of melbourne who knows, it takes you 15 minutes and she’s sitting out the front holding two coffees. oh you want to hug her. your coffee machine had broken convinetly a week ago and you hadn’t got around to purcahsing a new one yet. she walks towards the car and you smile at her as she hands you your coffee.

“oh you’re a lifesaver, thank you” gripping the cup and taking a sip. better than anything you could’ve used instant coffee for.

“oh don’t worry you’re driving me to work, least i could do”

“oh hush, it’s literally on the way”

the drive is pretty uneventful, although she does bring up daniel once. in a conversation that went somewhat like this.

“oh what’s the deal with you and the redbull driver, um number 3, daniel ricciardo.”

you fight any kind of pysichal response that people would think there’s a “deal” with you.

“i saw him running after you in the car park yesterday, sorry i don’t mean to be nosy you don’t have to answer i just thought it’d be something to talk about”

you felt oddly obligated to answer. she was nice. it was fine, you’d tell a simple white lie.

“oh we used to be friends, in perth, a long time ago. i think he just recognised me and came over to say hi” that was a very bright, fucking glowing, flashing red lie but she wouldn’t know hopefully.

“oh wait that’s so cool. he seems really nice. that’s so funny that now you guys work together” she was trying to be nice, keep it upbeat. you could see that, but god you wanted to move on, immediately.

“yeah he is, weird how i see him again after all these years. kinda random” you let out a short breathy laugh. and segue into something else.

you arrive at the track and unlike yesterday you know exactly where to go and lucy is a comfort, walking beside her, rather than all alone. you reach the garage and both go to your seperate sections. although taking any opportunities to say a few words here and there, throwing some jokes around. having a friend was definitely better than pretending to like listening to your own thoughts. qualifying started well, but ended with valtteri out in Q3 as he took too much kerb on the turn and ending up spinning and ending up in the middle of the track and debris everywhere. initially that would still mean he would qualify 10th, which you could defiently work with. but no, the car had been sent for you and the crew to look at it and the gearbox was harmed in the crash, more like crushed. we were handed a five grid penalty, not something you enjoy to hear. to have one car be number 1 and the other be 15 it wasn’t looking to great for their team or you specifically. the race was probably the most interesting to watch, but you couldn’t really watch it so much as watch what the car was doing and then tell other people and then record that and make sure it was all correct, but when you could watch you did. daniel was doing well, qualifying above valtteri and managing very well so far, it was his home grand prix it’d be expected he’d push, but watching him nearly wreck his front wing to try and edge past räikönnen was definitely an undesirable feeling of absolute dread. both HAAS were out by lap 24 and it looked like valtteri was okay, that the car was okay. the garage was in anguish watching hamilton and vettel battle for p1 and it was exhilarating, but vettel one and even though hamilton was still p2 there was a slight aggravation towards ferrari around the team. valtteri came back 8th gaining a very commendable 7 positions and daniel came 4th and achieved the fastest lap, you ought to congratulate him (as friends) and then remembered that grace would be here, god you’d been so rude you hadn’t thought of that. there was a debrief after, and then meetings after that. which personally you felt dragged on for far too long. inputting as little as you could for fear of sounding over it, you loved your job, you fought VERY hard for it, but no.

the meeting thankfully ended at around 4:30 and you’d agreed to meet theo at 5ish so you thought that you could quickly go say hi to grace and daniels family. she meant so much to you when your mum died and you hoped she’d know that. you made your way to where you thought they’d be , the family section of redbull, trying to ignore the looks you got as someone wearing mercedes kit in a redbull garage. you spot daniel and walk towards him.

“hey”

he’s pretty shocked, turning towards you.

“hey”

“what are you doing here? miss mercedes in the redbull garage?”

“yes whatever, where’s your mum, i haven’t even said hi to her i feel awful”

his shoulders slightly droop.

“god you’re a horrible person”

you just stare at him.

“yes okay she’s in that room over there” he points over to a double glass door, you turn to go but then look back to him.

“good job also, you drove really well.”

he’s almost shocked.

“don’t tell toto i said that”

“no promises”

you walk towards the glass doors, someone looks at you strangely wearing redbull kit and you explain what you’re doing and she nods you forward. you push the doors open and approach grace. she can visually tell that the race was stressful, her brows still drawn together.

“grace” you say. she turns around and briefly looks puzzled not immediately recognising you. she apribtly stands up and pulls you into a hug. once she pulls away she stands with her arms on your shoulders looking at you.

“dylan, sweetheart, i havent seen you in years”

“i know i’m so sorry, but i mean i guess we’ll be seeing more of eachother again” you gesture to your mercedes kit.

“oh my, of course, wow, always knew you were a smart girl, what are you doing?”

“i’m number 77’s performance engineer, i look at the cars performance and statistics and the boring stuff like that.”

joe perks out from the chair besides grace and stands up.

“bloody impressive is what it is”

you smile and hug him as well. they’d practically raised you, as much as your own mother had. the joint holidays you’d take, at the property for the summer holidays. because of the close friendship between your mother and grace and you and daniel were always something you remembered with warmth.

you catch up with them for a while, talking about what they’ve missed and insisting they’d be seeing more of you, before looking at the time. 4:56 and realising that maybe you should get going. you wave them both goodbye before making your way back to the paddock looking around for theo. by some kind of miracle you spot him and walk over to him.

“you look like a crazy person” you say to him, decked out in merch and signatures covering the once white shirt.

“i feel like a crazy person” he laughs.

“wait- shit- is that” he looks over your shoulder at somebody.

“what?” you look behind you but daniel is right next to you. what the fuck?

“daniel fucking ricciardo” theo says as he pulls daniel in for one those “man hugs”

“theoooooo” he drags out the O’s to an extreme amount and you feel stupid just standing there. what is daniel doing.

“i think you got every single driver, engineer and principles signature there” he looks at the shirt he’s holding.

“hah yeah pretty much”

oh god when will this end. why is dan still here.

you try and give him a look, which he heavily dismisses.

“you got a paddock pass?” he asks. oh god you know where this is going

“oh yeah, dylan gave it to me”

fuckkkkkkk me. he looks at you with a half smile and a slightly suggestive look.

“oh did she?” his eyes are boring into your skull at this point, christ can he not.

you look forward ignoring the comment, silently begging for theo to make a comment, he does.

“your drive was pretty epic today mate, thought that you had räikkönen for a minute there”

he finally looks away from you.

“yeah me too” it’s a much flatter tone now and you guess he gets bored because he makes a poor excuse and leaves.

“thank christ” you say out loud.

“yeah that was definitely uncomfortable”

“i’m literally so sorry”

“nah hes always been like that with you”

“what?”

“yeah, even back at school, any of us would try and talk to you and he’d say some weird shit like “she’s not ready to be in a relationship” or “don’t mess with her she just got out of a messy breakup” he’s a nice guy and all but he’d always be weird when it was about you”

your eyes widen. WHAT. HE SAID WHAT.

“what the actual fuck”

“jesus”

“so that’s why no guys talked to me in year 12”

“you didn’t go through a messy breakup?”

you laugh. “no, no i didn’t”

“oh”

“OH SHIT” it clicks

“that’s messed up”

“i thinks hes into you”

you look at him and slightly lift your eyebrows.

“no really i think he is”

you continue walking back to your car ignoring his comment. you take him back to yours where undoubtedly you fuck, where after you both explicitly state and label whatever it was a “situationship” considering he was going back in literally 4 days and you were going to bahrain, but there were no feelings involved and the sex was good and he was nice, you laughed about the whole situation and then fucked and laughed and fucked and it was fine. but why on earth did daniel do what he did, oh what the fuck you could debate him later.

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