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They would be friends
#it’s even the same pose#transgender icons#nerdy outcasts#gets the previously out-of-league girlfriend#and they’re both Joey Richter#starship starkid#bug starship#Starkid#starkid npmd#npmd#nerdy prudes must die#peter spankoffski#starship musical
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trouble is my middle name
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pairing: jj maybank x girlfriend!pogue!reader
summary: in which y/n decides to leave her boyfriend alone for just a few minutes, and it results in nothing but chaos.
warnings: psychical fighting, an angry but HOT jj, bestfriend!sarah, cussing, mentions of sex, fem reader, let me know if i missed anything!
authors note: jj is so boyfriend for this. you’re welcome
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“Dude,” JJ laughed, an arm tight around y/n’s waist as he laughed at something pope said, “you’re so full of shit!”
“No, i’m not! What makes you think I can’t do a backflip?” Pope argued back as he rested his forearms on his knees.
“Uh, you were on the math team?!” The blondie laughed in the other boys face, getting distracted when he felt his girlfriend move away from his arm.
He was always like this at parties, always keeping an arm around her or a hand holding hers.
It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her when she wasn’t around him, of course he trusted her- more than he’s ever trusted anyone before.
He just knew that there were weird people out there, perverted people. And he didn’t want his honey to become a victim to their perverted ways.
“Hey, babe, where you going?” JJ quickly asked y/n before she could get too far. “Oh! I was gonna go hang out with sarah, she texted me and told me to meet her in the bathroom. Is that okay?” She smiled up at him with her sweet eyes, wrapping one of her hands around his.
JJ returned the sweet smile, “of course, baby.”
He leaned in to give her a lingering goodbye kiss, y/n humming lightly into it when she could taste the beer on his lips.
She giggled as she pulled away, “on second thought , maybe i shouldn’t leave you alone. You’ve obviously had too much to drink…”
JJ immediately scoffed, “Pft, I’m fine. Go have fun, pretty girl.”
Y/n grinned and gave him one last peck on his red lips, before walking towards where she knew sarah would be.
JJ smiled as he watched her go, just admiring his little angel. He still couldn’t believe she let him start dating her.
In his mind, y/n was 𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 out of his league.
She was too pretty, too smart. He was sure she would be valedictorian by the end of the school year- she was the most intelligent person he’d ever met, outdoing pope by miles.
It’s not like JJ was an insecure person, he was definitely over confident. Before he fell for y/n, people described him as a player, being able to kill with his looks.
He just knew a good thing when he got it, and y/n was one of those things.
His state of admiration was cut short when he heard a whistle from behind him, one that he hoped wasn’t towards his girlfriend.
“Damn, look at that ass!”
JJ’s face became red with rage, steam practically coming out of his ears as he turned around.
“Oh, shit.” Pope mumbled, preparing to call y/n back as he knew a fight was about to happen.
Typical party with JJ.
JJ grabbed the ignorant kook by the collar of his shirt, gripping it tight, “What the fuck did you just say about my girlfriend?!”
“Chill, man, i was just saying, it’s a nice-“
He didn’t even get to finish his crude sentence before JJ clocked him right in the face.
Meanwhile, y/n stood in the bathroom doing sarah’s hair, still oblivious to the perverted comment that was previously made towards her.
“Hey, do you hear that? Sounds like a fight…” sarah spoke as she heard commotion from the other side of the door, making y/n pause her movements.
Oh, fuck.
“Goddamn it, J,” y/n mumbled before heading out already knowing the fight would somehow involve her drunk boyfriend.
And she was right, immediately seeing her boyfriend getting separated from some random kook as he spit out blood from his mouth.
For a mere second, as John B and pope held him back, he caught her eye and smiled at her; making her weak in the knees, despite the fact she was mad at his aggressive mannerisms.
“2 minutes,” y/n spoke sternly as she wiped off blood from JJ’s chin with a makeup wipe, “I left you alone for 2 minutes, JJ!”
JJ probably shouldn’t admit this, but man, did it turn him on to see his girlfriend get all feisty on him like this.
“Look, baby, I’m sorry, okay?” JJ sighed, “But i don’t regret what i did! He was being a total jackass.”
“I don’t care what he did, JJ, violence isn’t-“
“He talked about you! In a…weird way. Like, about your body.”
“Oh.” Y/n’s eyes softened as she bit her lip, “you got into a fight over me?”
JJ scoffed, “Damn right, and I’ll do it again!”
Now, y/n probably shouldn’t admit 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, but knowing her boyfriend gave someone a bloody nose for her, was definitely turning her on.
She didn’t need to admit it, though, instead she just kissed him, making him wrap his arms around her waist.
Boy, were they in for a long night.
#jjwantsme#jj mayback imagine#jj mayback x reader#jj maybank#jj maybank fanfiction#jj maybank fic#jj maybank fluff#jj maybank imagine#jj maybank smut#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x reader smut#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank x you#jj obx#outer banks
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Jealousy is a disease - Alexia putellas x reader (smut)
Summary: Alexia getting jealous of you and other people, so showing you who you really belong to!
⚠️Warnings: sub/dom dynamic, kinda abuse (but it’s basically consensual if that makes sense as in it’s not intended for harm and is kinda agreed) heavy description of smut, strap-ons, slapping/spanking, swearing etc etc
(Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes)
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Music was blaring, the heat of the room encased you and the buzz that alcohol brought was ever present. Even Alexia was drinking tonight. Barcelona had just won the champions league for the second time and with the season at its end, Alexia finally entered her 2 weeks a year of letting loose and for those who knew her well, they’d realise that this was almost as rare as gold.
Alexia was slouched lazily on the couch next to Lucy and Aitana, the three of them laughing drunkly at a joke Lucy had just made. On the other hand, you were amongst a crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor with Mapi, Ingrid and Ona, drunkenly dancing to whatever song came on.
As a slightly slower song came on (as a pose to the rave music previously) Ona grabbed you hands and pulled you closer to her, her hands clasped together, settling lightly above your ass, out of the corner do your eyes you could see that Mapi and Ingrid had done the same. You were so intoxicated and lost in the moment that you didn’t see Alexia staring daggers at the two of you. Obliviously, you continued to dance carelessly with your friend wrapping your own arms around her neck and tipping your head back with a smile. Anger seethed from Alexia as she watched from her booth. Lucy noticed this change in her demeanour
“What’s wrong capitana you look ready to kill” chuckled Lucy.
“What’s wrong is that Ona is getting all handsy with my girlfriend” alexia snapped in response.
Following her her captain’s eye-line, Lucy was met with the site of the younger defender’s arms wrapped around you with her head resting on your neck, the two of you drunkenly swaying and almost knocking into everything. “Oh wow” said Lucy.
“Don’t worry Capi I’m sure she has room in her heart for both of you” teased Claudia, which warranted her a smack on the head from Alexia. “Ouch not cool Ale” she sulked.
Alexia continued to stare at the two of you, anger practically steaming off her, she didn’t think she could get anymore angry, but when Ona’s hands slipped a little too far down and Alexia didn’t see her make any attempt to move them from their position on the curve of your ass, she snapped. The alcohol that coursed through her veins, causing her to lose her senses. She bounded over furiously and when she reached the two of you she pulled you apart, gripping your wrist harshly and pulling you into her.
“Hola capi” a drunk Ona slurred with a smirk. To which Alexia scowled at.
“Ouch Alexia you’re hurting me” you pleaded.
“Oh I’m gonna do a lot more than that when we get home” she seethed.
“What why?” you asked, a mixture of confusion and fear overtaking your features.
“Yeah what the hell Ale?” Ona chimed in.
“You don’t get to say anything, rubbing your hands all over my girl” your girlfriend blazed.
“What… what are you talking about?” Ona asked with genuine confusion.
“Don’t play dumb batlle, savour the memory of feeling her up because it’s all you’re gonna get, you can go home tonight knowing I’ll be bending her over the countertop and fucking her until she can’t breathe. She’ll be screaming my name tonight not yours!” Alexia practically roared, her dominant side coming to light, a side you normally loved but you’d admit that right now you were slightly scared.
At that, she pulled you away, leaving behind a stunned and now magically, completely sober Ona batlle stood on the dance floor.
Her death grip never left your wrist as she practically dragged you out of the club. When you reached her car, she finally released her grip on your wrist and even in the dim light of the car, you could see the red marks that would likely turn to bruises. You didn’t dare speak a word the entire journey back to her apartment as you felt her nails digging into your bare thighs.
When we arrived she removed her hand off your thigh and stepped out the car. You went to open the door on your own side but to your surprise, she had put the child locks on the car door. Another show of dominance, you were really in for it tonight. As she approached the other side of the car, she unlocked the door and opened it for you. Expecting her to offer a hand to help you, you waited a second but as she huffed in frustration, you realised it wasn’t coming, so you clambered awkwardly out the car, receiving a light tap on your ass as you did so.
Approaching the door, you felt Alexia brush past you harshly and jangle the keys around before the door opened into your hall way. She regained her harsh grip on your wrists as she pulled you inside with so much force, that you tripped and fell face first into a heap on the floor. Alexia watched over you with a mocking expression, your knees burnt from the heavy contact with the floor. Again, you’d expected a hand to offer you help into your feet, as Alexia was normally one to treat you like a princess, practically kissing the ground you walked in but no not today. As you began to regain balance, she kicked you back down with her toned leg and another shot of pain went through your body. A look of betrayal grazed your features as she simply smirked at the current power imbalance.
Eventually you finally made it back up again and there she was again dragging you by the wrist, all the way to your shared bedroom. Upon reaching the door she opened it for you and ushered you in, a confusing contrast from her earlier behaviour. Silence lingered in the air as you stood and watched her close the door, unsure of what to do with yourself.
“get on your knees” came her low, husky voice.
Of course you obeyed, Alexia had that kind of hold on you.
“Strip down” she ordered with the mouth watering Castilian twinge to her English.
And again, you obeyed, ridding yourself of your little black dress, a dress that left little to the imagination, a fact that Alexia made you well aware of when she started an argument, suggesting you change it before you’d gone out. None of that mattered now as you peeled the tight fabric off of you olive skin. As you did so, Alexia busied herself in the corner of your room, paying no attention to you as you undressed yourself slowly in the pale moonlight. You watched as she returned and as she did, you noticed the new found bulge in her trousers, realising she had put on one of your straps whilst you were undressing. You were knelt on the floor with her tall, athletic form towering above you.
“you look so pretty on your knees for me” she grumbled, the praise causing a whine to fall from your lips. “It’s a shame you’ve been so naughty”
With that, he hand fell to your face and produced a hard slap on your left cheek, it reddened hastily at her touch.
“Get up” she demanded.
Again, you did as you were told. Though not quick enough it seemed as she gripped your hair and pulled harshly, causing you to rise quickly to your feet.
“When I said strip princesa I meant all of it” she said with a tone of annoyance. Her hand found a rest on your hips but that lasted mere seconds before she was harshly ripping the expensive black lace from your body. Before you’d had time time to process it, your bra was following promptly, Alexia’s display of strength adding to the already dripping arousal between your thighs. This didn’t go unnoticed by your partner who swiped her middle finger lightly between your legs.
“So wet” she groaned “all for me bebita?”
“Sí reina I need you” you replied panting at the contact.
“Hmm you didn’t seem to need me on the dance floor when you were grinding yourself all over Ona like the little whore you are” she countered.
“I’m so sorry amor it didn’t mean anything I’ll be good I promise te amo” you urged
“good girls don’t dance like sluts on their teammates right in front of their girlfriend, I think you’ve been a naughty girl and naughty girls need to be punished hmm bebita?” she husked
“Yes my love I’m so sorry I wasn’t thinking I only want you, I’m yours, please I’m yours!” You urged
“Oh I know you are” she chuckled sinisterly “these are mine” she grabbed your exposed breasts “these are mine” she kissed your plump lips “this is mine” she squeezed your ass “and this is mine to do whatever I please with” she cupped your dripping pussy, making you let out a quiet moan into her neck. With that, she shoved you backwards so that you back hit the bed with a thud and she lingered over the top of you, a smirk making its way onto her lips.
“please Ale” you begged
“aww so needy for me, such a perfect little slut all wet for me, ready for my cock. Spread your legs for me puta.” she demanded
You obliged, opening your legs wide for her, allowing her a full view to your soaking cunt.
“So beautiful” she said placing a kiss to your sex, causing you to moan, a mistake that lead to a harsh slap on your bare thigh.
Much to your dissatisfaction she pulled her head away from your opening, your pussy aching at the lack of contact, desperately seeking relief. She began unbuttoning her shirt, exposing her sport bra covered chest, before quickly moving on to pull down her slacks, revealing to you the bulging, flesh coloured strap on. Your pussy clenched around nothing in anticipation.
“turn around” she demanded. “If you’re gonna act like a slutty bitch, I’m going to fuck you like one”
obeying her once again, you did as you were told. Feeling two strong arms clutch your waist and turn you further, you realised she was moving you to face the mirror next to your bed, so that you could see as she likely pounded you into the bed like an animal. Alexia smirked at this new found position and the access it gave her to your ass, taking advantage of this, she landed a harsh smack to your right ass cheek, her eyes darkening as it jiggled. She repeated the action on the left side, eliciting the same reaction from the older girl as she felt pride in the reddening mark which would like cause bruising on your behind.
“you’re so wet I don’t even have to finger you first, I bet you could take all of it straight away” she chanted, aligning the strap with your dripping cunt. Without much warning, she pushed her hips forward and filled your waiting cunt with her large cock.
“look at that princesa your little cunt is all stretched out just for me, who does it belong to?” she questioned, holding the strap still within you as your groaned at the lack of movement.
“you capi, only you, please fuck me, I need your cock so bad” you whined.
“as you wish bebita” she replied, thrusting back out of you, giving you no time to adjust before she set a furious pace, the sound of your wet skin slapping together harshly, filled the room.
Gripping onto the bed sheets, you arch your back further, allowing Alexia to thrust further into your core but in turn, restricting your view of the activities slightly. Alexia quickly realised this and proceeded to grip your hair tightly and pull you back so your back met her chest, her violent thrusting never slowing. She was an athlete after all and as always she would keep going even when your energy was long diminished, the thought made a fresh wave of arousal run through your body.
“good girl. You’re taking me so well cariño, your little pussy, so open for me, letting me take what I want like a slut” she moaned.
“All for you Ale I’m all yours, u- use me” you struggled between moans as she massaged your breast and thrust up into you simultaneously. Her lips quickly found your neck as she flipped you around on her cock and shoved you down so that she was back towering above your quivering form. She sucked and but on a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting all sorts of strangled, vulgar cries from your mouth.
“No marks Ale we have… we have media t-tomorrow” you struggled to get the words out.
“Oh well that’s just part of your punishment amor. All the team can see what a needy slut you are for me” she groaned, her hands that were previously on your breast found their way on to your clit, swirling it furiously to match the harsh thrusts in your pussy.
Your stomach contorted at the thought as you felt that all to familiar feeling pooling in your lower stomach, feeling your orgasm build up as Alexia’s strap hit your g-spot continuously.
“I’m so close capi, please let me cum” you breathed.
“Beg for it puta” she ordered
“please baby, please let me cum for you I’ve been so good let me cum all over your cock” you begged, unsure how much longer you could hold on.
“cum for me princesa”
And with that the coil in your stomach snapped and an intense wave of orgasm overtook your body as your squirted your juices over your girlfriends abs. Her thrusts began to slow as you whined at the overstimulation. Finally, she pulled her cock out of your abused cunt, with a loud pop as she left your body.
“so good for me, my girl, only my girl” she said placing a gentle kiss to your sweat soaked forehead.
“only your girl Ale lo siento for making you think anything else” you apologised
“you will be” she chuckled, picking something up from one of your draws.
“What’s that supposed to mean? What’s in your hands bebita?” you questioned, concerned.
“just that you won’t be having any concealer to cover up those pretty marks on your neck for media training tomorrow” she smirked
“But amor I took my punishment so well” you pleaded.
“aww you did cariño but your punishment is only just starting” she replied and with that she crawled into bed next to you, wrapping her nude body around yours into a cuddle as your drifted off into a not so comforting sleep as you pondered on the inevitable, merciless teasing you’d revive from your teammates tomorrow…
Sorry if this was bad it’s my first attempt at smut… it was much more difficult to write than other fics I’ll give it that!
#woso#woso imagine#woso x reader#espwnt#fcb femeni#espwnt x reader#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas imagine#alexia putellas#woso community#woso fanfics#fanfic#fcb femeni x reader
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i'm still very sad they didn't do anything at all in season 3 with the Nate & Roy dynamic they'd been building off in the background for the first two seasons, because the layers there were really fascinating.
Starting with like, Roy being the only one to vocally and actively stand up for Nate in season one. At the time I think Nate was appreciative, but I think in hindsight, (rightly or wrongly) it quickly morphs into this mindset that Roy is sort of patronizing and has long viewed him as this weak thing in need of protecting. It feels (in Nate's mind), like Roy swept in to play the savior when it convinced him, but even that was based more around his hatred of Jamie than it was about liking Nate. And we see Nate later think himself proven correct in that thinking after he kisses Keeley and confesses and Roy...barely reacts. Roy, who is furious and angry about everything and everyone every day of his life, is suddenly like "Oh it's fine" when Nate has kissed his girlfriend. Nick Mohammed's commentary that Nate actively saw that as a micro-aggression was so fascinating and makes a lot of sense.
Then you have Roy, who did see season one Nate as someone to protect, but then was also driven to his best performance on the pitch during his final season by Nate's no-bullshit speech before the Everton game. That scene is so effective because it's such a jarring departure for the entire team from how they've previously viewed Nate, and it works for Roy especially because Roy respects people who don't give in to the intimidation he's constantly goading them with and instead tells it to him straight, no words minced (this is why Roy gets along so well with people like Rebecca, Keeley, and Ted, and why the breakthrough moment with Jamie is Jamie calling him out at the gala, etc.). I think there IS a part of Roy that doesn't respect Nate in season 1, which is why he later reacts how he does to Nate's kiss with Keeley, and it's a mindset he's vindicated by when Nate turns on Ted. But that also gets all mixed up with moments like the Everton, with the evidence of Nate being such a good strategist that Roy later finds himself deeply envious of after becoming a coach himself.
During the time they are both coaching together, there's a dynamic there where they both (I think) believe the other person doesn't take them seriously, and it's rooted in a little bit of truth (on both sides!!) that's then wildly exacerbated by their own insecurities. Like, Nate is intimated by the fact that Roy is this rich famous hotshot publicly beloved, so that it feels way out of Nate's league to even be interacting with him. At the same time, he also thinks Roy is a bit of an asshole who doesn't see him as a threat because he doesn't take him seriously, and is (fairly) offended by it. Meanwhile, Roy is intimated by Nate because Nate is so clearly so intelligent, which I think is something Roy is insecure about in general, given his own education being superseded early on by football. He sees Nate as being a more adequate coach than himself because of this. But he also thinks Nate is spineless and whatever respect he had for him (fairly) dissolves completely after Nate goes to the press about Ted.
So it's like, this messy mixture where they both have something the other desperately wants but they can't see at all why the other would possibly be envious of them due to their own insecurities. They are, imo, the two most insecure people on the show in completely different ways. They hate themselves far more than they hate each other, yet they displace the weight of that feeling onto each other; Roy by treating Nate with indifference and Nate by dismissing Roy in his head as an asshole hotshot whose had a great life handed to him and doesn't even appreciate it, whereas Nate has to fight tooth and nail to find success. And it all boils down to them not understanding one another while also having a lot in common under the surface.
Anyway, I think it would be super interesting to see how their friendship or even just their relationship as coworkers develops after season 3, as they both make active attempts at overcoming their insecurities and doing better by themselves and each other.
#ted lasso#roy kent#nate shelley#ted lasso meta#been thinking about this a lot this morning for some reason!#the juicy bit is. They are both RIGHT in thinking the other doesn't respect them. at least a little.#and part of the lack of respect IS because of Roy's ego and Nate thinking of himself as twice as smart as Roy with half the payoff for it#roy is full of himself nate is deeply bitter and it results in unfairly thinking of the other as lesser in some way#but there are also real and valid reasons they lack respect for the other too. rooted in their respective bad actions#ie. nate going to trent roy's microaggressions at nate#and acknowledging why the other might not like them for THOSE reasons gets a little too close to home#as to why they don't like /themselves#so it's easier to just be like roy doesn't like me because he's an asshole. nate doesn't like me because he'd spineless and weak.#idk if that makes sense of if i'm just rambling at this point but like. TRUST ME.#it's a fascinating dynamic.#Nate haters don’t interact this is coming from a place of love for two flawed imperfect characters <3
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Ruben Dias x Reader - City Girls Part 6/8
Yeah, it keeps getting worse and worse 🙃
Reader plays for the Man City girls academy. She struggles a bit but gets Ruben to mentor her. The the two don't hit off despite having many things in common. It all gets worse when Reader eventually catches feelings for Ruben.
Enjoy!
Living with Ruben was not like you imagined it to be. The guestroom where you stayed was practically a master bedroom. But having previously slept on a pull-out couch when sharing apartments with Ester, you were undoubtedly grateful. However, Ruben was never home. His match and training schedule was busier than yours. Sometimes days would pass where you were completely left alone in his apartment. Your heart sank once you realized that when Ruben wasn't at home or training he was probably spending time with his girlfriend. He did say that whatever the two of you had was a mistake. But there would be nights when Ruben would come home late from game, slip into your bed and wrap his arms around you until the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.
Ruben also had rules for your stay. Rules that any girl who wasn't as desperate as you, might have seen as red flags. Most of the rules were understandable, like don't leave the apartment around the same time as he did, and don't post pictures of you in the apartment or anywhere near it. However, there was one rule you just couldn't wrap your head around and this rule involved the locked door down the hall from your bedroom. You had mistaken it for an additional bathroom, but when Ruben caught you yanking the doorhandle he got angry and snapped at you to never go near the door again. But like you said, you were desperate for a place to stay, ignoring the internal warnings. Not even your parents knew about what went down between you and Ester. They would never know. All you wanted to do was fulfill your dreams of playing football, staying with Ruben reassured that.
"Morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?"
You woke up to the memories of last night. The smell of freshly baked bread brought you out of bed and into the kitchen. Ruben stood behind the counter, whisking something in a bowl. He was bare chested, wearing sweatpants only. Grey sweatpants, revealing more than was appropriate.
"Morning." You mumbled and climbed to sit on the stool next to the counter. To your suprise Ruben stopped what he was doing, leand forward and kissed you.
"You look grumpy, why?" He asked.
You shrugged. "Just tired, I guess."
Ruben kept you up all night. The two of you had done more than cuddle last night. You had sex, all of it initiated by Ruben who came into your room after another late return from an away game. The sex was good but it made you wonder how serious the relationship between Ruben and his girlfriend was. And who were you to Ruben, his mistress?
"Care for some breakfast? I got bread freash from the oven. I'm also making some protein pancakes."
"Sure Ruben, thanks."
The day after an away game was usually Ruben's day off. He had time to stay and make breakfast, serving you a plate of the tastiest pancakes you've ever had.
"They're amazing." You said, wiping your mouth with a napkin.
"Nice to see them bring back that smile I love on you." He stretched out to caress your cheek, wiping some crumbs off the corner of your mouth. "Mist a spot." He brought back his thumb from your face and into his mouth. Your heart flared watching him suck the tip off it, his brown eyes never leaving yours as he did.
You cleared your throat. "Ruben, about last night."
He smirked, the thought amusing to him.
"I thought you said..."
"I know what I said Y/N." He nodded. "It won't happen again. I was just happy about the win. It was an important game for the team."
You had watched it on TV. The win had granted Manchester City a slot into the round of sixteen teams fighting for the Champions League.
"I get that, but you told me that you have a girlfriend. Sleeping with me makes you a cheater Ruben. "
He snorted. "I don't think so. Cheaters never win and I won last night, both on and off the pitch."
You were stunned for words. With time you had gotten to know Ruben a bit better and like anyone he had different sides to him, sides you weren't all too keen on exploring. You thought it might jeopardize your relationships if you questioned his ethics too much. Or worse, Ruben might stop helping you improve your football.
"Which time are you leaving for training?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Two, I'll be there all afternoon."
"Alright, I'll give you a ride."
"Really?"
You watched him get up and wipe his hands on a cloth.
"You're surprised?"
"Well, won't someone see us?"
He smiled. "My car windows are tinted, Y/N. Besides, I'll be dropping you off a block away from the Ethiad."
Your heart sank. "Oh, of course."
Training went well that afternoon. Perhaps too well. You had feard facing Ester again after her lame threats to tell on you and Ruben to the club. However, Ruben insisted that you shouldn't worry about her, and you hadn't. But the fact that Ester completely alienated you during trainings, caused you slight paranoia.
"Listen up!" Coach said, gathering the players as he blew his whistle. "I have a few call ups for the first team's game this weekend, so listen carefully. Fowler..."
"Yes!" A girl hissed.
Coach continued reading from his list "James..."
"Yes!" Another girl cheered.
"....Dawson, Espinosa, Philips, Adilović..." It must be a friendly, you thought. The majority of girls were getting called up. "...Richards and Hofman."
The majority of girls, except for you.
"But coach?" You protested. The session was over. You trailed after your him as he walked off the pitch.
"I'm sorry Y/N, but my hands are tied." He said.
What exactly was that suppose to mean?
"But coach I'm not sick anymore." You thought back to your little spew fest during a forgettable training session with the first team. "It was one time. I'm better now, I swear."
Coach seized to walk, turning to you. He looked conflicted. "Look. I'm very sorry Y/N, but like I said, my hands are tied. Perhaps the first team didn't find you performance that impressing this month?"
He left you with those words.
Impossible, you thought. You played excellent this month. You even managed to gain a few pounds with the diet Ruben put you on. You were strong enough to pass any defender, let alone the defenders in the first team. It was all impossible.
"Can you believe it, they picked Ester but not me." You told Ruben about your day. You were a bit suprised to still find him at the apartment. After all, it was his day off. Was his girlfriend sick or something?
"I wouldn't dwell too much about that Y/N. Like you said, it's probably just a friendly game against another Super League team."
"Yes, but I could use the experience." You sighed, plotting down beside Ruben on the coach. His arms stretched across your shoulders, railing you in. "You'll get it in time." He said, kissing the top of your head. "Just be patient."
It was nice, being held by him. The TV was showing a documentary about rhinoceros' and you easily got swept away by it, resting comfortably against Ruben's chest. However, a thought came to mind as your eyes darted around his apartment. "Ruben, I was just wondering," You said, voice a little hesitant. "Why aren't there any personal items in your apartment. No photos, no nothing?" It was strange really.
Ruben's expression changed, his eyes darting around the room as if he was searching for something. "Oh, that," he said, his voice evasive. "I just like to keep things simple. I don't really have any family or friends to speak of."
Oh."
You felt a wave of unease wash over you. Something about Ruben's answer didn't sit right. "What do you mean you don't have any family or friends?" You pressed on, because you had met one of them and his name was Bernardo. You raised your head from his chest, meeting Ruben's eyes, and for a moment, You saw something in them that made your heart race. It was a look of pure terror, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't escape.
"I, uh, I just don't like to talk about it," he stammered, his eyes darting away. "Can we just forget about it and enjoy this movie or whatever. Why are you asking me so many questions anyway?"
A chill ran down her spine. You had never seen Ruben like this before, and you didn't like it one bit. But you also didn't want to push him too hard, so you nodded and went back to watching the documentary with him, ending the night this way.
#fanfiction#football imagine#ruben dias#man city#manchester city#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias imagine#footballer imagine#footballer x reader#football angst
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The Lasso Way Title TBD
After he finishes that final chapter, Trent shares a copy of his book with the team. They sit on the floor in the locker room and read it out loud to each other like story time.
Sam finishes his turn, reading the last chapter, with solemnity. In the hushed silence of the locker room, he reverently closes the book.
"Hey, Trent?" Sam calls out.
"Yes?" Trent pops his head out of the office where he's been absolutely not listening to the team's laughs and sniffles for the last few hours.
"Why have you crossed out your title? The Lasso Way? Are you changing it because Ted left?"
"Ah. No. Ted's actually the one to suggest I change it. Said the story's not about him. That it's about all of you, the team and the community," Trent's fiddling with his glasses, not really looking at any of them, "I'm thinking The Richmond Way might be more appropriate?"
"No bruv. You gotta leave it," Isaac says as he gets up and walks over to the coach's office door. He reaches up to place his hand on the previously torn, but now glitter glued back together, BELIEVE sign.
"Ted, he tried to rip himself out of this place. Told us it wasn't about this piece of paper. But it was. That's why we all kept a piece. We wouldn't be here without him. We wouldn't be us without him. So keep the title. 'Cause without The Lasso Way we'd still be in the Championship league"
"And Roy would be a pundit on Soccer Saturday!" calls out Jamie, the team laughing around him.
"Yeah. And Jamie would still be a prick," Roy snaps back, "but not our prick." He finishes while sharing a soft smile with Jamie.
"I don't even know if I'd still be here in Richmond," Sam says softly. "I was so homesick back then. And I didn't have any friends on the team," He looks around the room, seeing how far they've all come. His eyes find Jamie's and they share a sad, but understanding smile, "But now I have the best friends I could ever have. And it all started with that birthday cake after we lost."
Everyone starts talking over each other, remembering what they were like three years before. Wondering where they'd be now. Wondering if they'd be as close as they are now.
Trent just stands there and watches them all, smiling to himself, tapping his closed glasses against him mouth. He startles a bit when he suddenly hears a voice next to him.
"I was so unhappy," Nate, who's been standing silently next to him the whole time, says softy. "I came to work everyday. Did my job. Tried to stay small and quiet enough that the guys wouldn't- Wouldn't- Well, anyway. I was just so unhappy. But I don't think I really even knew that until he got here and I learned how to be a little happier."
"And then I became really unhappy," He huffs out a small laugh and looks over at Trent, sharing a look as they remember when Nate came to him a year before, "But that wasn't him. It was never- Well, it was more me and my dad, you know? But without all that. I wouldn't have a girlfriend. I wouldn't be on better terms with my dad now."
Nate looks out over the team who have found themselves in some sort of puppy pile of love? Trent's not sure he heard that right, but will always smile at their antics anyways.
"I wouldn't have them," Nate continues, "They have somehow forgiven me for things that I'm not sure I'll ever forgive myself for. And that's all because of Ted Lasso," He looks sharply up at Trent, "So keep the title. If he really doesn't like it, well, I guess he can just come back and say so himself."
Nate leaves him at that, going to help Will pick up bins and towels that got knocked over while the guys were all playing and chasing each other around the room. Something about love tackling each other? Trent's still not sure he heard that right.
Trent turns back into the office and leaves them to it. Letting the overwhelming feeling of love that permeates the Richmond clubhouse flow over and around him, he heads back to his desk. He's got a few edits to make.
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Arousing thought:
A man invites a few of his friends and/or colleagues over. His wife/girlfriend/property waits on them, silently. Dressed or undressed in whichever way she was told.
One of the men notices the degrees and accolades on the wall which bear her name. Or, what had been her name previously. He smiles at his host, and proceeds to talk about how his own toy at home had gone to some Ivy League school.
The host beckons his girl over with a smile on his face, and has her spew out some of the things she had learned. The other men smile and give a nod to the host. He smiles at her. "Good girl. Now get us some refills and go on upstairs until you're needed"
See, she is using her degree
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Do you think Tim can be considered a victim of sexual harrasment/assault as a lot of girls did surprise kiss him like Steph with the CPR thing, Cissie, and Tam or are people just exagerrating.
To an extent, yes.
Tim has been kissed without being asked by a number of girls and there are more than what I'm about to list.
Darla:
Cissie:
Tam:
And yes, Steph as well, but I'll give a small chronology of their kisses because it irks me to no end that the fandom picked one side in this "toxic ship" debate, negating that Tim and Steph are both perpetrators in the toxicity in their relationship.
Tim kissed Steph first, to her surprise, in Robin #5.
This is what sets off the flirting. Before, Steph does seem to understand that it's a one-sided crush, until Tim kisses her. he does not ask, he does it impulsively.
She then kisses him in Robin #16 to his surprise.
He's not thrilled and she does not ask first before doing this.
Then yes, there's the CPR stunt in Robin #35.
This is fully not okay. But she does make a solid point that no one brings up, in her saying "So it was okay to kiss me". Why don't fans mention that? That this is a toxicity give and take? imo it's the misogyny, but regardless, neither of their actions are okay. No, it was not okay for Tim to kiss Steph, and no, it was not okay for her to kiss him. It's a 2-way street they're both driving recklessly on. They don't discuss their relationship, Tim has a girlfriend, Steph knows he's spoken for, it's clunky and messy and not well written for a while. It gets better when Tim actually gets introspective about his feelings and when they kiss in Robin #44 it's consensual.
And they don't kiss again until Robin #56, one issue before their date, and in this issue Tim does break up with Ari because his feelings for Steph are realized and he wants to be with her.
To try to pick a side in this "who made it toxic?" debate is silly. Tim started it, Steph pursued it, Tim then pursued it back until they got together. Messy.
It's an ugly old trope for girls to just jump kiss the protag/hottie/boycrush in every piece of media. It was very big at the time these comics were published, right in its heyday really. The 80s through the 2000s were rough and we have to look back on it as a problematic product of it's time. Is it sexual assault? Yes. Do I consider these characters to be problematic and toxic and would I call any of them sexual assaulters? No. The writers are being gross and weird here and playing into that teen boy "every girl wants me" (chicks dig the cape...) trope and the girls in question are just tools to remind you that Tim's a Hottie McDreamboat that every girl wants some lip action with. Ugh...
Some more advanced sexual assault? We have to talk about Rose Wilson. Again...writers being gross and creepy, but YIKES.
This is right after Bar5t dies, (can't remember issue, sorry...) and Tim goes back to his room to mourn where Rose is waiting naked in his bed to drunkenly jump him. By being drunk she's not fully consenting either, but Tim has to literally fight her off and cuff her to get her to stop.
The fandom used to pass these panels around as a "teehee Timmy's afraid of boobies!!" joke but like...that's super disgusting and I hope those people understand that this was almost fucking r*pe.
And later when she comes back (again, can't remember issue, sorry...) she's wearing a Robin thong and he ends up shoving her out of his bed which, imo is slightly reasonable given the way she previously acted with him. Why is she trying to fuck his sadness away DC? idfk. But then he takes the fall for it and gets yelled at for hurting Rose and like..I'm over it.
What was their relationship supposed to be????
And then of course there's the whole League of Assassins thing with Timmy ready to produce the next heir.
That "next time on Red Robin" quip makes me gag...
Hey remember that ship that people like? RasTim? The ship where Tim, a 17 year old, is shipped with a grown ass crusty old man who wanted his daughter to r*pe him to produce an heir to the LOA? Remember what a cute and quirky thing that was? Wow, so adorbs. Love wins.
I'm bitter, can you tell?
Tim has definitely been on the short end of the stick when it comes to non-consensual advances, and it's...not good anon. There's not really a way to redeem the creepiness of male comic writers, and I would just love to be a fly on the wall for all these decisions to see why they were made. At the end of the day, it's the whole "sex sells" angle, and for any hetero teen boy who related to Tim, it was to fulfill the fantasy of being Robin, the super cool crimefighter thqat got all the girls I guess...
Just...ew.
Thanks for the ask anon!
#tim drake#stephanie brown#darla aquista#cissie king jones#tam fox#rose wilson#timsteph#tw assualt#cw assault#personal#ask tbp
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Nine lives
(a rewrite of ‘how to lose a life’)
The Nighttime air was cool and damp from when it had been pouring rain only an hour or two previously. A shaky breath leaves Stephanie's lips as she paces up and down the hall. The blonde's phone was held nervously to her chest, only ever being pulled away from her pounding heart to check the screen for any new messages, even though her phone ringer was on, so any messages received would make a sound to alert her.
A chime from the blond's phone causes the vigilante to jump in surprise, despite having been expecting and waiting on, a message from this particular group chat. Stephanie checked the message only to have her phone clatter to the floor. Shaky hands clenched into tight fists while the blond attempted to regulate her panicked breathing.
In a blur of movements, Stephanie was out her apartment door, and on her way to Wayne manor before she could truly comprehend what was going on. Her phone had been left abandoned on the floor with a chat room pulled up. A single message, one that was far too serious, and consisted of an actual sentence lacking any emojis, punctuations, or excess additives.
[Silent but deadly: maris critically injured in cave 7:23pm read by 1]
Cool air sliced against what little skin had been left exposed as the blond zoomed through the city on her bike. The sensation barely registered through the mess of panicked thoughts running through her mind.
Stephanie parked her bike, took off her helmet, and let it fall to the ground with little care as she rushed to the cave med bay. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, followed by a strangled gasp as the blond took in the sight before her.
The bluenette had her torso wrapped in bandages that practically blended in with Marinette’s too-pale skin. A thin sheen of sweat covered her, causing blue strands of hair to stick to her face in a similar way to how it would during a simple fever.
"...what happened?" The blond whispered when she felt one of the bats come up behind her.
"Duke found her in an alleyway with three dead assassins from the league," Dick explained gently as if she was a frightened animal. "Alfred took care of the worst of her injuries, but the main one, the blade plunged into her chest, had been coated in poison. Babs and Tim are trying to figure out what poison was used and how to counter it, but… she's not looking too good."
“Alfred?” The blond all but whispers, false hope bleeding into her voice.
“Miss Cassandra is already saying her goodbyes. Perhaps you should join her, Miss Stephanie.” The old butler suggests.
Stephanie nodded her head in understanding, taking in another shaky breath before walking over to the bed, and pulling Cassandra into her arms, even as the ravenette refused to let go of Marinette’s hand. Cassandra turned to bury her face into the other's neck as her once silent tears became loud violent sobs. Stephanie held her girlfriend tight to her chest, not bothering to make any attempt to quiet the former assassin.
Attempting to swallow the lump in her throat, Stephanie reigned in her emotions as best she could.
This wasn’t about her. This is about one of her partners, laying on a bed cot, hooked up to an IV drip, blood bags, and heart and oxygen monitors. This was about the bluenette laying motionless in bed, wrapped in bandages, and running a fever from one of the main unidentified and practically impossible-to-trace poisons that the league uses. This was about Cassandra needing someone to lean on until the ravenette can even attempt to get her emotions under control, because their girlfriend is dying, and from the looks of things, there is no saving her.
“Why? Why her?” The ravenette sobbed, voice cracking and horse, for once, not from disuse, but from her violent cries.
“I don’t know love…I don’t know.” Stephanie murmured into Cassandra’s hairline, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she starts moving them in a soothing rocking motion, allowing the older to ignore the rest of the world while the blond stayed hypervigilant.
“Jason…” Stephanie greeted quietly, running a hand through Cassanrda’s hair.
“The rest of us are heading out, probably hunt down a few shadows while we’re at it.” The second oldest of Bruce’s collection of tragic-black-hair-blue-eye-orphans explains casually, even as his eyes flicker between the former assassin, the dying woman, and said dying woman’s vitals.
“Give them hell.”
“You know I will.” The former mob boss agreed with a nod of his head before leaving the room.
There was a violent coughing sound as the bluenette jolted into a half sit-up, spitting out blood before settling back down. Her eyes now slowly blink open, just enough to observe the room.
“Hey, bluebell.” The blond greeted, grabbing a towel from next to the med cot to clean the blood away from her lips while Cassandra brought Marinette’s hand up to her mouth, pressing light kisses to her knuckles.
“-i…” The bluenette wheezed, coughing up more blood.
“Shh, don’t talk, Bell.”
“-t’s -ine.” Marinette decides with another fit of coughs, but this time, thankfully, there was no blood.
“Don’t -ive me -at look.” The dying woman pouts childishly, lifting the hand that the ravenette had been holding to caress Cassandra’s face.
“-orry. I’m so sorry.” The former assassin cried, tears welling up, once again.
“-hy are you sorry chéri?” Marinette questioned while taking in a more steady breath, running her thumb along the ravenette’s cheekbone, only to receive a head shake in response.
“The people who attacked you were from the league of assassins, so our little love is wrongly taking the blame for their actions since she’s originally from there,” Stephanie explained in the former assassin’s place, sweeping a piece of hair out of the bluenette’s face.
“-ere’s -othing to be sorry for. -t’s not -ur fault- honestly-” another violet cough interrupts the bluenette, “I blame Plagg. -e al-ays gives me the wors- luck.” Marinette shrugged, offering a strained smile as if to reassure them.
Stephanie snorted in response.
“That’s the black cat one, right?”
“Mhm…” Another coughing fit, this time with more blood than the last few.
“You can’t just blame your god of misfortune every time, ma belle.”
“-ure I can. Can’t blame Tikki -or it.” The bluenette huffed, wheezing another breath. This one was more strangled than all the others as her oxygen stats began to fall lower and lower.
That was something original to Marinette, and Marinette alone. None of their other partners had been religious, or if they had been, they hadn’t been very vocal about it. Marinette on the other hand loved telling them all sorts of mythical stories revolving around her nineteen gods. The two most mentioned are Tikki, the kwami of creation, life, and fortune, and Plagg, the kwami of destruction, death, and ill fortune.
It was honestly an interesting topic to learn about, if only they had more time.
“Chéri… Trésor… just -et me go when it’s -ime.” The bluenette requested, causing Cassandra to let out another sob, and a shaky, choked breath to finally escape Stephanie.
“-ey, none of -at.” Another round of coughing, each fit seeming to last longer than the last.
“Everything will be okay, mes amours, but you -ave to let -e go.”
With a nod of agreement from both of her partners, as if that had been all she was waiting for, Marinette’s heart stopped. The monitor that had once been beeping so clearly now held out a long, uninterrupted note.
Alfred stepped back into the room just long enough to silence the monitors before stepping back out, allowing the thruple, now couple, their privacy to mourn.
“Murrow?” The sound echoed, interrupting their sobs, and in the blink of an eye, there was a black cat with bright green eyes staring at them curiously from its spot on the med cot.
“You wouldn’t happen to be here to collect bluebell’s soul would you?” The blond joked bitterly, trying to make light of the situation.
“Not quite kid, but hey, pretty close.” The cat says, tilting its head in the other direction as both of Marinette’s partners stare wide-eyed at it.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” The black cat joked, bursting into a ball of neon green light. The once normal-looking black cat turned into a small, almost plush-sized, cat creature floating in the air.
The creature zipped over to the bluenette, placing one of its flipper paws on her forehead, then pulling it away. A green glowing ball followed the creature's flipper paw out of Marinette’s forehead, where the creature then let it to the bluenette’s chest.
“Time to wake up kitten.” The creature cheered, letting the glowing ball be absorbed into Marinette, and to the surprise of the couple, their once-dead partner did in fact, wake up. With a startling gasp, Marinette was sitting up on the med cot.
Before they had any time to question what happened, Stephanie let out a shaky laugh, tears clear in her voice.
“Oh my god- you’re alive- thank god!” The blond cried, maneuvering herself and Cassandra onto the med cot to pull their once dead now living girlfriend into their laps.
Some closer observation showed that Marinette appeared to be completely healthy, and the only change was her now glowing green eyes with sharp pupils that resembled the cat creature in front of them.
“You really should be more careful, kitten, you only got five lives left.” The creature told Marinette.
“To be fair, I hadn’t been expecting an ambush on my way home from a last-minute shopping run.” The bluenette informs the creature, turning to her partners, “See, I told you I would be fi-hmm,” The bluenette was cut off by a searing kiss.
“Never again.” The ravenette demands, panting warm air against each other’s lips.
Marinette went to say something only for her other partner to grab her chin, turn her head, and pull the bluenette in for another kiss.
“As heartwarming as this is, kitten, you should really be getting to work removing those shadows home.” The creature claimed, causing Marinette to groan, leaning her forehead against her blond partner while her raven partner buried her face in Marinette’s neck.
“Can I have, like, a day before I have to go shadow hunting? Last I checked I just lost a life and would like to recover.” Marinette pointed out.
“About the whole dying and coming back to life thing…” Stephanie trailed off, watching as Marinette’s green cat-like eyes slowly changed back into her normal bluebell ones.
“...uh, sort of magic? Maybe meta-human? I have no clue at this point seeing as I tend not to question things unless I want to be extremely confused all the time. Oh! And that’s Plagg in case who he is wasn’t obvious.” Marinette explained, yawning as her she started blinking slower.
“Okay. We can talk about all of this in the morning.” Stephanie decides. “You, miss dies and comes back to life, need some rest, and so does our little love after this rollercoaster of an evening.”
“Fair enough.” Marinette chuckled, turning to place a kiss on the ravenette’s forehead.
“Goodnight. I love you both.”
“Love you,” Cassandra murmured, exhaustion heavy in her voice.
“Love you both, but dibs on not explaining any of this to B.”
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Blood Splatters; Bakugo Katsuki x Fem! Reader Chapter Three
I DO NOT OWN MHA THE ANIME OR THE MANGA. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE EXCEPT FOR Y/N. MEMES ARE NOT MINE.
Full Title: Blood Splatters: Bakugo Katsuki X Fem! Reader Chapter Three
I have changed it slightly, but yes, this is inspired by the leak.
Y/n: Your Name. Y/L/N: Your Last Name Y/H/C: Your Hair Color. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color. Y/S/C: Your Skin Color
Ships in This Series: Katsuki Bakugo X Reader/ You, Kirishima X Mina, Deku x Uraraka, Mineta X Trash
Your Quirk: You're basically Mic but with quieter powers. Your quirk is called Megaphone, it allows you to yell at amplified levels. The only problem? You can lose your voice very quickly.
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Previously on Blood Splatters: Aizawa sighed. "We think the League is targeting powerful new heroes. Midoriya's home was broken into last night. Thankfully he was on patrol at the time, so he wasn't hurt, but Uraraka and their cat were both at home. Uraraka is currently in the room beside this one."
"We need to be on our guard. They could come for us at any time."
"You're right. I think we should take rounds watching the room. Two people go about normally, with one guard. I'll take the first watch."
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Y/n blinked as she woke up, bright hospital lights blinding her. She looked over to see Kirishima sitting on another one of the chairs in Bakugo's hospital room, eating a plate of takoyaki.
"I didn't know they served takoyaki here," Y/n stated as she stretched her arms.
"They don't. Fat Gum came over earlier. He left some for you, too," Kirishima said, motioning towards a plate on the table. Y/n nodded in gratitude before she took the plate and sat back down in her chair.
"So did anything happen while I was asleep?"
Kirishima grunted before he swallowed his mouthful of food. "Not much. Bakugo has a new nurse, her name is Samiko Sato. Oh, and Bakugo's parents stopped by but they didn't want to wake you up."
Y/n laughed lightly. "Their first time meeting their son's girlfriend and she's asleep while he's in the hospital."
Y/n unconsciously looked over to where Bakugo was and reached out to stroke his hand again.
"Mina's almost finished with patrol, then it's my turn. You two can talk then, I'm sure you'll want to," Could Kirishima read minds?
Almost like saying her name had called her, Mina walked into the room. "Eiji, your turn!" She said brightly, turning to face Y/n.
"We need to talk."
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"I was talking to Uraraka, and guess who was at her house."
"Someone from the LOV?" Y/n guessed, sitting her now empty plate on Bakugo's nightstand.
"Dabi."
"Dabi as in the one with staples?" Y/n asked, not because she didn't know who he was but because it was starting to get hard to process.
Mina nodded. "This is starting to scare me, Y/n."
Before either could say more Kirishima walked into the room. He stood next to Mina, kissing the top of her head. "Mr. Aizawa is standing guard so we can all be in here with Bakubro."
Reluctantly, Y/n smiled at Kirishima's use of her boyfriend's name.
So I've had this in my drafts for over two months, and I don't know how to finish the series so I'm just going to leave it here. If anyone has an idea for the final part dm me, please.
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can you PLEASE explain the whole emma hayse... whatever is happening, i follow you for woho and i am SO CONFUSED, but i like drammmma so i wanna know
So basically yesterday (somehow this has all happened within 24 hours) was in a press conference and basically the drama going on in the English league at the moment is that we've had issues with player coaches relationships and she was asked on that and with 0 prompting she just went inside she also thought player-player relationships for inappropriate which got not a great response. Especially when she said that she thought player player relationship would just phase as the game continued to get more professional...Whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean.
(there's also a whole other storyline where there are rumors she had a relationship with a former captain of Chelsea women but there's nothing particularly very solid on it so yea but the rumors are there)
she has 2 couples currently on her team and previously there were 3. They literally broke a world record transfer fee to reunite their previous captain with her girlfriend 3 years ago. Then you had some of her former players and current players liking stuff on Twitter that was pretty negative towards Emma last night. Then todaywe had a big title deciding game which thankfully we won and Emma came out and apologise for what she said in the post match press conference
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vanilla cherry bomb
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pairing: steve harrington x girlfriend!reader
summary: in which he gets addicted to her taste
warnings: kissing obv, nsfw references, this is set during summer of ‘85 but before they found out about the russians, SCOOPS AHOY STEEB WHO CHEERED, way too much fluff,, lmk if i missed anything:)<3
authors note: i adore this sm. Let me know if you want a part two of when stuff starts going down. I love steves uniform :,)
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“Ahoy, my lady! Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, my name is robin. What can i get you?” Robin exclaimed, grinning at the familiar-faced girl in front of her.
“I know who you are, robin,” Y/n giggled. She had grown fond of Robin from the few weeks of her working with steve. “Is steve here yet?”
“Yeah, yeah, he’s around back,” Robin clarified, nodding her heads towards the door that led back there. “Thanks!” Y/n chirped and started heading that way, not wanting to distract robin from her real customers.
“You back here, lover boy?” Y/n called out as she closed the door behind her, though it wasn’t long before she could feel steve kissing all around her face.
“What are you doing here? I thought you said you were going out with Camila,” Steve furrowed his eyebrows but kept the smile on his face, cupping hers with both of his hands.
“Called me, said she was sick,” y/n let out a giggle when she felt steve drop more than a few kisses onto her forehead, “so i thought i’d come visit my steve.”
"𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 steve, huh?”
“Yup! My steve.” Y/n grinned, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the little wooden table he was previously sitting at.
“I’m glad you came, actually, because i have a little surprise for you,” steve smirked, pulling out her chair before sitting down.
“A surprise, hm?” Y/n giggled, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.
Steve grinned and pulled out two pieces of paper that y/n couldn’t quite read. She looked closer and saw…oh my god, no way!
“Stevie!” She gasped, sitting up to grab the tickets and examine them, “You got tickets to ‘Tears For Fears’?!”
“They’re your favorite artist, i had to get them for you,” he chuckled.
“Oh my god, stevie, thank you!” Y/n squeled, giving him a tight hug before pulling away to plant a kiss on his lips.
Y/n and steve had only been dating for 2 months, and it was pure bliss. Steve knew that they were still in the ‘honeymoon’ phase, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care when she was the best thing that ever happened to him.
When they met, he never imagined them getting this far. She was definitely out of his league, in his opinion. She didn’t come from much, growing up poor in East Hawkins, but she was still the most positive person he had ever met. She knew how to light up a room without even trying.
A part of steve didn’t want to date her because of how chaotic his life was. Even apart from alternate dimensions and creepy monsters, he had two snobby parents to worry about, and he didn’t know if he would be able to protect her purity from all of it.
If it wasn’t for Eleven closing the gate last year, he definitely wouldn’t have risked it. (Boy, is he in for a treat!)
But, the last two months have been even better than he imagined, and he didn’t regret the tiniest bit of it.
Steve pulled away from the kiss with wide eyes, “holy, shit,”
He went back in for another one, making y/n laugh but furrow her eyebrows and pull away, “what is it?”
“Your lips,” he paused to peck them, “taste so good.”
Y/n laughed and shook her head, “Ah, my lips, huh?”
Steve nodded and leaned in to kiss her again, putting his hand around her neck softly as his lips synced with hers.
Physical affection had always been a big thing in their relationship, but kissing especially.
Y/n swore steve kissed more than he talked.
She loved it, though, it reminds her that he truly does find her beautiful, and unlike most people, he still invested in her personality as well.
On their one month anniversary, he took her virginity and let her read her favorite book to him moments after, whispering sweet-nothings in her ear.
Saying how much he adores her, how perfect she is, and how much he loves listening to her read romance.
What a guy, am i right?
“Steve, stevie,” y/n breathed, pulling away as steve kept hissing down her cheek onto her neck, “you know you’ve got to get back to work, can’t leave robin like that,”
“Just one more minute,” he mumbled against her neck.
“Stevie.” Y/n spoke sternly, although it was still adorable in steve’s eyes.
He groaned and pulled away from her neck, pouting a little. Although his pout turned into a smile when she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I gotta go, anyways, I promised my mom that I’d watch my sister today.”
Ah, angela. Steve’s self-proclaimed best friend.
“Tell them i said hi, yeah?” He proposed, smiling and kissing her head when she nodded.
“Alright,” she pecked his lips, “bye, baby.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” steve stopped her from walking away by swooping an arm around her waist.
“Yeah?”
“What chapstick flavor are you wearing?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Vanilla cherry bomb.” She tilted her head, “Why do you ask?”
“So that i can stock up on em.”
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5 Methods Create Higher Dating With The help Of Your Dog
We’ll have a look at who Fernando Colunga is dating proper now, who he’s dated previously, Fernando Colunga’s girlfriend, and his dating historical past. Jacob Sartorius’s dating history has been the subject of a variety of speculation on the internet. Depending on your perspective, relationships can either be a lot of enjoyable or they could be a whirlwind of catastrophe. We're taught to set lofty targets to realize success in our training and careers, however socially that can actually backfire if you're constantly taking pictures for potential mates who are way "out of your league." נערות ליווי בהרצליה So, if you're not getting the responses you desire in the web dating realm it is likely to be time to stop swinging for the fences, at least in line with the outcomes of a new study out of the Santa Fe Institute, revealed on Aug. 8, 2018, within the journal Science Advances. It is perhaps that they are type of shy. What are signs a man likes you that you simply might be missing? There are a lot of absolute dating methods that rely on some course of aside from radioactive decay.
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feelings are fatal - ted lasso
pairing: ted lasso x reader
warnings: ehhh none i don’t believe?
word count: 1.3k
notes: monday was all for the cheesy little love stories. now it’s friday and y’all...it has been a WEEK. this is not particularly happy...sorry about that.
summary: keeley told you she knows someone wants to ask you to the benefit gala, and ted suddenly has something to talk to you about. it’s not what you wanted to hear.
read part two here!
You were screwed.
You were so totally and utterly screwed.
Hey, can I talk to you after training? Ted had asked you approximately thirty seven minutes ago.
Sure. You’d responded with a smile, but inside you were freaking out.
The benefit gala was coming up. Keeley wouldn’t stop talking about it. It was a huge event for her last year when she finally realized she was way too good for Jamie. And a year later, here she was in the happiest and healthiest relationship she’d been in in a long time.
Your experience at the gala last year was…much less eventful. You didn’t have a date and you’d only recently started working for AFC Richmond, so you didn’t even really know anyone you could have asked. It was still fun—you got to know some of the players and the staff that you’d only previously seen in passing—but this year you were hoping would be a little different.
Keeley had been hinting to you that she knew someone wanted to ask you to be their date, but she wouldn’t tell you who. You’d think she was just lying to make you be more excited about going, but she had Roy confirm that they were real and invited you out to go dress shopping with her. Roy Kent would never play into one of Keeley’s games unless he knew something.
Was that what Ted wanted to ask you about? Was he going to ask you to be his date to the gala? Your heart skipped at the thought. You would love to go with Ted. You’d gotten closer over the last year, and you really enjoyed his company. You couldn’t deny that you thought he was attractive. You weren’t one to make the first move, though, and he signed divorce papers literally sixth months ago. He probably wasn’t even thinking about dating anyone else. You sighed. The only other person you could think of that might ask you was Colin, and it was only because you’d pretended to be his girlfriend when his Mom came into town a few months back. Surely he wouldn’t want to go as far as taking pictures for press with you as his fake girlfriend.
A knock at your door breaks you from your thought. You look up and directly into the eyes of one Ted Lasso. Had you really just sat here thinking for that long?
“Hey, come in,” you smiled, motioning him into your office.
“Heya, you okay? Looks like you’ve fried those gears in there,” he taps at his temple, his eyebrows knitted in concern.
“Oh!” You exclaim. “No, no, I’m fine. Just thinking about this quarter’s financials.” You tap the folders sitting on your desk.
“You sure?” He asks as he sits down in one of the chairs opposite you at your desk.
“Totally. What’s up?” You reply. This was it. This was when he was going to ask you to the dance, right?
“Well, uh,” he began, but he was cut off by Higgins knocking on your doorframe.
“Y/N, have you already confirmed the budget with the League?” he asks, not noticing you already had company. “Oh, Ted! So sorry to interrupt, but this is urgent.”
“Uh, yes. I submitted it this morning. Why, is there something wrong?” You ask. He throws his head back in distress.
“I am so sorry. Yes, we just got the updated expense list for the gala. You need to start filing for a correction immediately. The deadline for club budgets is tonight!” You groan, gathering all of the folders that you’d just put away in your drawers.
“Will do, Higgins. Thanks for letting me know.” You turn to Ted. “Ted, I am so sorry. You’ve got a coaching meeting and a meeting with Rebecca today, right?” He nods. “Is there any way I could meet with you after the coaching meeting? I just have to make sure I have enough time to get this done or the club could get fined so much money.”
“Oh, sure, sure!” He stands up. He looks kind of put off, and it makes you so sad. “Dontcha worry a thing about it. Talk to you soon!” He leaves your office.
The timing is just impeccable, isn’t it? You spent almost two hours worrying about what Ted wanted to talk to you about, all for Higgins to come in here and push it even later into the day. You got to work on amending the budget, hoping it would keep your mind busy, but also hoping it would go by quickly so you could finally figure out what Ted wanted to say.
After another two hours, you were finally done. You dropped the paperwork off and made your way down to the coaches’ offices. You didn’t have much time to talk with Ted before his meeting with Rebecca. In fact, you only had about five minutes. You ended up running into him as he was leaving.
“Oh! Hey, I was just coming to see ya!” he started.
“Hey, sorry it took me so long. Is this going to be enough time?” you asked.
“Sure, it shouldn’t take long at all. I just, uh,” he stuttered and looked away. “I was wondering…” A couple of the players came through the hall, and you moved to let them by. You looked back at Ted who stuttered once more before shaking his head and speaking almost too fast for you to understand him. “What flowers do you think Rebecca would like? I was gonna ask her to the gala with an army man, but it doesn’t seem like you people really get into the army vibe.” He throws his hands up in defense. “I respect it. Military ain’t for everyone.” Your heart sank. Rebecca? He was asking Rebecca?
“Oh! Um,” You didn’t even know what to say. “Maybe tulips? Yeah, tulips. They’re super pretty.” You smile.
“Tulips,” he repeats, thinking over your answer. “That sounds perfect to me. What about you? You going with anybody?” He asks.
“Actually, I don’t know if I can even go,” you respond. “I’ve got a lot of…paperwork to get caught up on. These things cost money,” you joke. He laughs, seemingly not catching onto your change in mood.
“C’mon! It’ll be fun! I gotta run, but thank you for your help!” He starts walking, but he turns around and calls your name again. You turn, hoping that somehow that was all a ruse and he was actually going to ask you. “I hope to see you there!” He calls. You give a wave and turn back around, a frown appearing on your face. That was not what you’d hoped for.
You push your bag further up on your shoulder, grabbing your car keys and getting ready to go home. Out of nowhere, Beard appears and begins to walk with you. Over the length of time that you’ve known him, you think you’ve only spoken to him a handful of times. You’ve been together often, in the same room or at the same table. He was just super quiet. You gave him a small smile which he returned.
“He chickened out, didn’t he?” He asks, breaking the silence. You stop walking.
“What?” You ask.
“He was gonna ask you to be his date for the benefit. He didn’t, did he?” he responds. Your eyes widen. You shake your head slowly.
“Uh, no, no he didn’t.” Beard shakes his head and sighs.
“He likes you, you know? After everything with Michelle, he’s just…scared.” He says, starting to walk again. You stay standing for a moment, trying to comprehend what you’ve just heard. When you notice him leaving you, you rush to catch up.
“Are you sure?” You ask. “I…I was kinda hoping that’s why he wanted to talk to me. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up. It seemed like the divorce hit him hard.”
“Feelings are fatal, Y/N.” He says, a hard look in his eyes. It was like he was speaking from experience. “You always get hurt by keeping ‘em in. Might as well see what happens if you let them out.” He walked away, leaving you frozen at the doors of the building.
What were you supposed to do with all of that?
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Nerd 20
Previously on Nerd
It was loud.
It was very loud and very raucous, but still, Lexa stood in the middle of what felt like her entire school, packed into and overflowing out of the parking lot that sat near the entrance to the park on the edge of the river that flowed through town. It was already dark, but the streetlights did their best to illuminate the situation of the end of year celebration.
Lexa nursed her cup and fell in with some of her soccer teammates, huddling in a circle and casually taking her time looking for anyone else she might want to talk to. She wanted to find her girlfriend, but knew that might not happen for a little while.
The end of the year had been rough, between finals and a league championship, as well as her self-imposed script writing and frequent consultations with Costia, it’d just turned into a lot, and Lexa found herself craving the low-expectations of summer. It didn’t hurt that the year was finally coming to an end, for all of its growing pains and lessons learned.
But it was early June, and the season stretched before the official high school senior like a wide expanse of unforeseen experience.
“I’ll be back. I’m going to go say hey to my friend,” Lexa murmured, leaving the conversation that was leaning toward making plans for some light practices. She had her own schedule, but her sister would tell her to join her team occasionally, and she’d take it under suggestion when it came up in the group chat, she was certain.
Alone at the keg, a familiar face hovered in line before accepting a cup handed over by a boy from her history class. Lexa chuckled and tapped Luna’s shoulder before earning an elbow in her side.
“Didn’t expect to see you around,” Lexa teased.
“Yeah, well, I had to see what it was about. See if I really was missing anything.”
“What do you think?”
“Very conventional high school party vibes,” Luna shrugged, unimpressed by the display. “Kind of weird to see everyone outside of school.”
“Yeah, it never really gets normal for me, but it’s kind of nice to relax.”
“Gives me some good ideas and reference points for that script I wanted to talk to you about. The one with the murdering cheerleader.”
“I don’t know if I can do another horror movie,” Lexa disagreed, furrowing at the thought. “I’ve been working with Costia on this coming of age story. Might try to blitz it if she comes to visit this summer..”
“Makes sense.”
Luna nodded slowly to herself and turning to look back over the rest of the party.
“I’m just kind of not into horror. I really enjoy what’s happening in the genre, but I don’t want to create another one. I can help--”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Oh come on, don’t--”
“I’m not being like anything,” Luna shrugged and took another sip from her cup. “I’m sick of waiting around for you. We were supposed to be a team. The next Coens, the next Safdies, Duplass…”
“They’re all related. And men.”
“Yeah, well that’s all I have examples of because we were going to break it.”
“And we can. I haven’t stopped wanting that.”
“You suddenly have other projects. You want to do your own thing. You’re doing a documentary for the summer for Christ’s sake.”
Lexa furrowed, finally hearing all of the things she was still doing wrong for her friend, meanwhile she made the efforts she could. She invited Luna to everything, every party, every hang out, every movie, every all of it.
“It’s been fun to work with Cos. She’s like getting a sneak peak at film school, and--”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah?” Lexa furrowed and shook her head. She wasn’t sure why she was fighting with her friend. She wasn’t sure why it seemed to happen so often. She wasn’t even why it felt like she suddenly had too many people to answer to, when she was getting to do more of what she wanted.
But Luna stood there and huffed. She’d always been prone to a temper. She was the first to snap constantly, but usually at others.
“Hey Lex, when are we going to do another movie night!” a pair called as they walked by to grab drinks. “That was really sick. We should like grill though next time.”
“Yeah, think we can do something this summer?”
“Well, I don’t know when my next one will be ready, but we probably can,” she wagered.
“Let me know when you need me for something.”
“Definitely,” she smiled quickly before returning to Luna.
Lexa shrank somewhat under the look. But she took a deep breath and took a few gulps from her cup while she waited to hear from her friend about what a terrible person she was-- and she hadn't even told her about applying to a few other places. But all she got was silence, which was difficult to hear from the person that was supposed to be her person.
“We survived Junior year,” Lexa finally sighed. “We’ve created so many films over the past few years, I’m finally… Luna, I didn’t realize how miserable I was until I got --”
“A girlfriend?”
“Maybe,” she tossed her hands up and smiled at the notion. “Maybe until I found someone that made me want to be alive. I was sleepwalking. And last year was one of the best and hardest years of my life. But I’m not sorry I’m trying new things and trying to be happy. I’ve done nothing but try to drag you along.”
“Drag me, huh?” Lena scoffed.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
“Ugh,” Lexa groaned and rubbed her eyes.
The party surged around them, ever-growing because of the necessity of it. Luna shook her head, rolled her eyes and tried to keep a straight face, failing. She chuckled to herself and Lexa knew her well enough to know it was her bitter laugh when it hurt too much.
“I’m glad you came out. If you want to do stuff this summer, please let me know. I’ll be around.”
With that, Lexa grabbed another cup, leaving her old one behind and pushed off toward a group of Clarke’s friends to say hello and potentially find her girlfriend who finally texted that she’d arrived.
For a moment, Luna just watched until Lexa disappeared into the crowd.
Lexa felt the buzz and did her best to ignore her conversation with her friend. She chose instead to actually listen to herself-- that it had been a great and tough year, and that she was allowed to be happy.
It didn’t hurt that in the middle of talking to Raven about something to do the following week that arms draped around her neck and a body climbed half onto her back, kissing her neck.
“Hey, sorry I’m late. Mom was being… well you know,” Clarke grinned as she let her girlfriend stand up.
Lexa earned a kiss on her cheek then neck as Clarke hugged her tighter. She didn’t wait for any invitation, kissing her girlfriend and smiling, relaxing into the tangle they somehow found themselves in.
“Hey, you okay?”
Lexa offered a smaller smile, unable to shake away the feeling from her previous conversation with her friend. She just wanted to forget it. She wanted to be in this moment.
“Yeah.”
But Clarke sized her up, squinting in the soft light of the bonfire in the distance. Her arms hadn’t dropped from ringing around her neck. It was still a surprise that Lexa was suddenly feeling Clarke Griffin’s body pushed up against her own.
“Tell me.”
“It’s nothing, just Luna--”
“I’ll kick her ass.”
“No… I just…” Lexa shook it away from her head and mentally reset. She had Clarke Griffin in her arms, after all. “I’m fine. I’m happy.”
“Just wait til I drive you home later.”
“You’re going to drive me home?”
“Yeah. About time you let me drive the Bronco, huh?”
It was her smile. The singular dimple and the fire in her eyes, but Lexa nodded after gulping, because she was prepared to give in to any request that was coming her way. She really hoped it meant sex. She wanted sex, suddenly. As if in that moment it had suddenly appeared in her brain and she remembered how wonderful it was.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“We survived junior year and we’re seniors. Prepare to celebrate, Woods.”
“I can do that.”
“Good.”
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“I’m so glad you have a big car,” Clarke sighed as she tried to catch her breath. Lexa chuckled against her neck and kissed her chest again.
The backseat of the Bronco was warm, the windows rolled down halfway didn’t seem to help the two bodies together in various states of not-that-undressed.
“I was thinking about this the entire night,” Lexa murmured to the hollow of her girlfriend’s throat. Hands dug into her hair and tugged her closer and into another kiss.
“I know,” Clarke grinned against her lips.
“How?”
“You have a very intense look. And you kept your hands on me a lot more than usual.”
“I like touching you,” Lexa shrugged.
“And you’re very good at it.”
Clarke moved to pull back only to zip up her shorts. Lexa flopped against the back seat and watched the girl in her lap tug her shirt back on. This was her life now. She got to give Clarke Griffin, head cheerleader and resident badass, orgasms in the back of her car-- the same car she helped build.
“It has nothing to do with you getting frustrated by Luna before I got there?”
“Not at all.”
“Because if you want to work your frustrations out through sex, I’m all for it and probably will do the same at some point.”
Lexa smiled and rubbed her thumbs along Clarke’s thighs, currently straddling her, while Clarke massaged behind her ears, hearing a soft hum she couldn’t control. She liked when Clarke held her head up for it. It took off so much burden, or at least that was what she liked to think.
“I’m just kind of… over it? That sounds mean and bad. But this was a great year, and Luna wants to do things I don’t want to do. I have so many things I’m interested in, and… I don’t know. I have to be smart with my time.”
“Yeah, it’s okay,” Clarke promised. Even in the dim light of the side street they were on, Lexa loved her eyes. “You’re a good friend.”
“Doesn’t feel that way.”
“If Luna called you right now, you’d run to help her, even after this little spat you had. I know you would, so don’t try to deny it. You’re navigating a whole life and she is too. It would be hard to have a plan and have someone start to deviate from it.”
“I…” Lexa took a deep breath and leaned her forehead against Clarke’s shoulder with a sigh. “I didn’t used to have all these thoughts and wants and like.. My own plan. It just kind of happened.”
“And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
Clarke rubbed her back and kissed her cheek. Lexa loved her hands and how they were always on her, rubbing, soothing, finding, holding, touching, grabbing. It didn’t matter what was happening, or what they were doing-- Clarke was touching, soothing, searching. Lexa never considered herself someone for touch, but it was wonderfully perfect to feel her girlfriend sometimes.
“Then why do I feel guilty?”
Clarke pushed the hair from her face. Lexa wanted to go back to the kissing part, where Clarke was a firecracker in her lap and Lexa was terrified in the best way. But instead, Clarke smiled at her softly and searched her face, as if she couldn’t find the answer either.
“Because you’re you. You’re fiercely loyal and value people. It’s kind of what made me like you in the first place. You were helping Gus, even though you also had soccer and track and debate and academic decathlon and student government. And that was before I knew you were building a car from the tires up. But you did it because you love Gus and you wanted him to succeed.”
“You give me too much credit.”
“Maybe you don’t give yourself enough.”
“Can we just… Last year was the best year of my life. Can we have the best summer of our lives? We can apply to colleges in the fall, and worry about senior stuff later. I just want to be very alive in this moment. I have to-- I can’t explain it-- I just… I have to make up for everything I’ve missed.”
“God, I love when you’re… just… this,” Clarke hummed, cupping her cheeks, making Lexa make a face. “I don’t know what it is, but you’re just very Lexa in this moment and it makes my heart swell.”
Lexa smiled a goofy smile, as best she could at least, with her cheeks smooshed together. She earned a kiss on her cheek and her lips and her nose.
“Best summer ever, coming up,” the girl in her lap whispered as Lexa held her tighter, squeezing her closer.
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There was a list.
Lexa was good at making lists. She liked making lists, in fact. She spent much of her downtime meticulously crafting lists. Ranking Paul Thomas Anderson’s Films. Best Disaster Movies. Movies for Clarke to Watch. Her letterboxd was a ridiculous thing to behold, but so were her spreadsheets. She had daily and weekly and monthly plans. She had film schedules and school schedule and now internship and work schedules. She craved the feeling of making things fit properly into a date block on her calendar.
But she had other lists too. These were more private lists hidden on the notes app on her phone. The Sex List. This was a new one, and one she was eagerly filling with things she very desperately wanted to try with Clake. The Travel List. Places she wanted to visit.
The Aden List. That was one of her favorites that she referenced often to see what she could do to finish it for him. Some things were decades away-- have a baby, get married,. Some were silly- Go to Antarctica. See a certain band in concert. Have a montage summer.
That was where her current list obsession stemmed, because finally, everything lined up for her perfect, montage worthy summer. Some of their favorite movies growing up made her cringe now that her palette had become refined; really film major pretentiousness dug into her bones, but she never forgot. Adventureland. Dazed and Confused. Fast Times at Ridgemont High. The Girl Nextdoor. Sixteen Candles. Dirty Dancing. The Chocolate War. 10 Things I Hate About You. Summer Catch. Ghost World. American Pie. Rushmore.
She was two days into summer break and Lexa mentally crossed off boring summer job as she sat in the lifeguard stand and watched the kids and parents enjoying the community pool. This was the job that would help her save up for college and dates and such. A new giant external hard drive, too. And Clarke’s birthday was in the fall. Lexa needed money, and this fit in well enough with her internship, which was, as they say, paid for in the weakest currency when it came to making purchases-- experience.
“Hey! No running!” Lexa growled as a gaggle of kids sprinted around the corner toward the diving board.
She hid behind her sunglasses and twirled her rope whistle with just a flick of her wrist. The sun was baking her, even with the umbrella, but it felt kind of nice.
Drive in movie night, camping, floating, mini-golf, museum trip, road trip, concerts. The world was open to all the possibilities that was a summer.
But yet again, Lexa had not counted on Clarke Griffin.
She was only halfway through her shift when her girlfriend walked in, gaggle of her friends following. Clarke held her hand up to shield her eyes as she surveyed for Lexa. The lifeguard gulped and suddenly felt too hot. Overheated. Burning alive.
The group picked a plot of grass and spread out towels, dumping bags and snacks in a pile. Lexa wasn’t sure if Clarke knew she was watching, but she couldn’t look away. She watched as Clarke tugged off her shirt, revealing a bikini top that would, and she already knew this, star in many a daydream of Lexa’s. And then the shorts were tugged down and hair pulled up and Lexa decided green was her favorite color because of how it looked on Clarke. Anxiously she tapped her thumb on the arm of the chair and looked away, surveying the pool, per her agreement to be employed.
It didn’t last long though, and soon she was watching Clarke again, helping put lotion on her friend’s shoulders and receiving some help herself. Lexa wanted to. She wanted to know what her shoulders felt like with the heat of the sun. She very much wanted to kiss Clarke in that moment. Rough, and eager and perhaps more daring than she was used to.
But she remained stoic, not at all watching for drowning kids, but instead focusing on Clarke making her way over to her stand while her friends jumped in the pool.
“You look cute in that red suit,” Clarke grinned, leaning against the wood of the seat.
“You look good in that,” Lexa muttered, still looking at the pool.
“Thought I’d surprise you and sneak some pool time in before work, you know. Since you do it to me at the diner all the time.”
“I don’t wear a bikini while I do it.”
“If only,” she chuckled. “Want to come over and watch a movie tonight when I get off?”
“Very much,” Lexa smiled eagerly.
“Can I have a kiss?”
It was sweet and delicious sounding, and Lexa stood only to bend over the edge while Clarke climbed up a few rungs on the ladder.
“You might be the reason some kid drowns today. You and that bikini.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious. That’s… you look…”
“Get back to work, Woods,” she shook her head, dismissing any form of compliments that Lexa could barely create. “I’ll grab you a water or something from the snack stand.”
Lexa settled into her chair and watched Clarke go back to the other side of the pool.
One hell of a summer, indeed.
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Cravings || One
Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader
Warning: None Yet
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"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious.
A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy.
"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't."
"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones.
You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.
"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm.
"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this."
"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists.
"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game.
"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room.
"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff."
"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house.
You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen.
"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.
"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came.
"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink.
"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you.
"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.
"What's your name?" You ask.
"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?"
"Y/N."
"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?"
"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask.
"His boys?" He answered.
"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka.
"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks.
'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.
"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit."
"Do you ever smile?" You ask him.
"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?"
"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug.
"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says.
**
From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you.
**
"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet.
"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.
"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool.
"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him.
That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game.
You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man.
**
Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did. You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you.
You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden.
"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass.
You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you.
You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck.
"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses.
"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation.
"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good.
Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door.
"I can walk." You object.
"I know." He says, his face stone cold.
"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know.
"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car.
"And you're very cold." You say.
He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car.
As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky.
"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window.
"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck.
He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night.
Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there.
"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say.
"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance.
He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room.
You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings.
Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so.
"Hello?" You answer.
"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says.
"I know who it is." You sigh.
"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background.
"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell.
"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains.
You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you.
"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone.
You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive.
A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it.
"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker.
"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit.
"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back.
The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says.
"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again.
You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace.
**
The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips.
"Who are you?" One of them asks.
"Y/N." You whisper.
Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?"
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