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theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass · 2 months

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Wait for you | L.N.

Lando Norris x reader

Summary: Nothing can stand between true love. But what if said love is taken from one's memory?

Warnings: angstt, some fluff:3

Word count: ~2,3K

Lando had been told since he was very little, how time passes slowly when one is not enjoying themselves. But good God, no one could have prepared him for the agony that the past two months have brought into his life. And how it was entirely the play of no one else but the woman he loved that was becoming his ruin.

To put it easier, today marked the start of May, which meant that it has been exactly two months since you were cursed with amnesia following a minor car accident.

How it happened and more importantly why, not even the doctors could tell.

Lando was told that you’d get back most memories in the first few weeks and if that did not happen then the time can be extended into a month for the return of life as they’d known before the accident.

It was only a day later as your eyes set upon your visitor and without any introduction you knew exactly who it was.

“Oscar!” your voice held longing and excitement.

Your best friend was standing in the doorway smiling with all his might, while a certain someone was clearly overlooked. Lando thought that he could burst out sobbing just that moment as your eyes passed over his as if he were only a stranger. And to you he was. Now at least…

That’s how the past two months have been. Lando looking at you looking at Oscar…

You did still spend most of your time in the garages with the McLaren team, but you were there not for Lando and he didn’t know how much longer he could go without telling you all about your past.

‘Screw those damn doctors’, Lando thought. Maybe if he was allowed to remind you, you would be sitting next to him right now, gracing him with one of your brightest smiles and asking him about the car and not Oscar.

Sometimes when Lando is exceptionally tired he forgets that now is a different you than his you. He plops down on the sofa beside you and lays himself down on your thighs. How is it that you always smell so good? Touching you has always held a relaxing nature to Lando and now it was just as splendid. Almost as splendid… Now your hands did not lovingly engulf him in your warmth, there was no kiss on his head, there was only a stiff hand petting his shoulder. Lando felt internal cold radiate from your touch.

Your hugs have gone cold too.

Lando knew that blaming you was wrong as it was in no way your fault. You didn’t choose to forget him but still remember your best friend Oscar. But God, that did not lessen the pain.

Two months. It’s has been two months and Lando has almost no hope left that you’ll ever look at him with a loving gaze again.

He has done it all. Repeated his actions from the past, when he was trying his best to ask you out. It worked last time, it made you fall in love with him, but now it was a dead end as he could see you force a smile on your face each time...

If Lando’s life was not reduced to an absolute nothingness, he also had to watch his teammate and friend win his first title before him. Although that didn’t hurt half as much as watching you, watching Oscar in the same way you used to watch him standing on the podium.

His heart was screaming at you. No! Look here! Just a bit to the right! I’m here! Please see me…

Your eyes did drift to Lando and you did offer him a thumbs up, but the look in your eyes had also drifted, to a new look altogether. Your eyes were no longer reserved only for him and that thought alone took living out of life and turned it into mere existence.

Lando still remembers (how could he ever forget really) the way your soft gaze spoke louder than words could. Your eyes were love personified. And now they were on Oscar, not on him...

If Lando thought his heart broke the moment he saw you in that hospital bed and you had no recollection of whom he was, now it fucking shattered into tiny, tiny pieces.

As more days flew by Lando started losing it. Too early to accept that he’s lost you, too late to get you back… Those were the only thoughts roaming around in his head.

You on the other hand knew nothing of the boy’s torment. To be honest you knew nothing of that certain boy.

If it was not for Oscar, you feel like you would have never even looked twice at someone like Lando Norris. Yes he was gorgeous and had eyes the sweetness of a morning blue sky, but he was also a guy who had everyone’s attention and he drank it up like a thirsty man.

Since you waking up in the hospital, Oscar has been doing everything to acquaint you with Lando. He was never too forceful with making his two friends a pair of friends as well, but he was relentless, never fraying from the task.

Oscar told you things about Lando that were hard to believe at first. Like yes, Lando was a good guy, just as Oscar said, though you could feel how the older man was holding himself back in most occasions as if to not overwhelm you. It made you confused.

Lando Norris confused you.

He’d watch you while you were with Oscar without saying a word, then some other time he could not shut up about something when it was only you and him, which didn’t happen much.

Lando was also a very touchy person, he’d hug you, put his hand around your shoulders or rest his head on your lap after a session.

It was sweet how he seemed to like you so much, but sometimes it felt like there was something more and you were missing that all narrative.

So to repeat, Lando Norris confused you. Intensly.

But you also confused yourself.

It confused you how your own hands would naturally find their place wrapped around his torso or resting on his back whenever he touched you. How your fingers would thoughtlessly tangle themselves in his curls whenever his head rested upon your thighs.

It was all very confusing yet strangely relaxing.

“Osc?” you looked up from your place on the counter to find your friend wiping sweat away from his face.

“What’s up?” Oscar’s voice was out of breath.

“Is Lando okay?” you watched the older boy stomp out of the garage. His eyes a beautiful storm.

“Agh.. he’s pissed at himself for the mistake on the last lap, heard he was talking himself down on the radio and the interviews,” Oscar let out a sign of concern.

You’ve always been empathic towards other people and you’ve begun caring about Lando even if he was weird at times, but he was Oscar’s friend and certainly really nice to you.

“I feel bad for him… he beats himself up a lot,” your head stayed turned at the direction Lando had just walked out.

Oscar seeing the opportunity decided to use it wisely, “Maybe you should go talk to him?”

“But we’re not that close, I don’t want to make him more upset by prying information from him,” you quickly turned back to your friend.

“But do you want to talk to him?” Oscar held eye contact with you as if trying to prove you something important.

“He’s sad and he’s alone. I just don’t want him to be alone…” you pick at your nails, not clearly understanding where this care for the older boy came from, but Oscar knew and he knew that he’s done it, he has paved the last tile for you to take the first step towards your Lando. He could see it in your movements, just like the first time all those months ago.

“Then go, don’t let him suffer alone for longer than he needs to,” Oscars words meant more than you could understand in this moment, but all you could think about was the sweet boy who was now beating himself up alone in his room.

It didn’t take long for you to jump off the counter and set of in the same direction Lando had just minutes ago.

“Lando?” you knocked on the door, peeking into his driver room, something about the scene feeling too comfortable as if you’d done it time and time again before.

“Oh he’s not here hun, he went outside to cool off a bit,” you came face to face with his PR manager, a sweet woman indeed.

“Have you any idea where?” you inquired, you wanted to find him as soon as possible.

“I’m not sure dear, but I’m sure you’ll find him.” she gave you an encouraging smile before exiting the room, leaving you alone to rake your brain for a place where Lando might be.

So you went to the only place where you knew no one would go to, simply because there was nothing to see, unless you looked up.

There he stood, leaning on the railing, lone as the first star in the night sky, and then you heard it, his heartfelt cries echoing in the perimeter, filling the lonely space with sounds of pain.

You slowly come closer to him.

“Lando?” you put your hand on his shoulder.

Lando’s hands are wrapped around you in a crushing hug before you could even finish your sentence, his face buried into your neck as his tears pooled into the crevice of your collarbone.

When you snap out of the shock, you barely graze his body with your hands and he remembers that it’s not you. At least not the same you that used to be his and detaches himself from your warm hug apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry” he cries more as he looks into your eyes and the look in your eyes haunting him, you don’t look at him like that anymore. He turns away from you and slumps down on the bench crying with his whole body which makes your own tears build.

You could feel his pain, that’s how prominent it was.

“Lando please don’t cry like this. It’s just a sprint not a grand prix even, and that one mistake was nothing, you still finished on the podium. Please Lando you should not beat yourself over this.”

His cries do not lessen so you take the matters into your hands, literally.

You put your hands on his face, wiping his tears with your thumbs while telling him all the best things that he is.

“You - are certainly too good of a driver to worry about such a thing and you are too good of a person to hurt yourself so much over a mistake. Lando Norris you are not allowed to beat yourself up over a mistake in a race! You cannot. I’m taking away your right, the only person that can tell you anything bad about your driving is me! Understood? From this moment on you’re the greatest man on that track unless I say otherwise!”

Lando now noticed how he stopped crying because he was focusing on your voice that was all directed at him and no one else.

“Don’t you think Oscar is better than me?” Lando’s voice was small with uncertainty.

“Oscar is great and he knows it, you on the other hand seem to forget it at times… I’ll make sure you never forget. Deal?”

“Deal,” he let out a breath holding your hands close.

You freed one of your hands from his grip making him open his eyes, terror in them, up until you ran your hand through his curls, fixing his hair a bit before your eyes travelled back to his.

“What?” you asked perplexed by his gaze.

“You are a really good person Y/n,” Lando’s eyes glided upon your face as if he were kissing your skin with his gaze.

“You deserve to have good people around Lan,” your voice softened further.

There it was. That word. His nickname. Lan.

The last time he heard you say it was the last time you were his you.

Before you forgot him…

“Let me take you out to dinner,” when would he ever shoot his shot if not now.

“Are you seriously using this time to ask me out?” you chuckled as you held his hand firmly.

“You can’t say no or I’ll cry again,” Lando gave you his best puppy eyes and you positively folded in his touch.

You chuckle at him,“But only because I hate seeing people cry,” you try to convince yourself as your heartbeat had picked up due to the unbreakable eye contact from the man. And it did physically pain you to see him cry.

When you walk him back to the garage where the team is beginning for a debrief you stop him, before he can go in, with a whisper in his ear.

“Just for the record, I wouldn’t have said no,” you kiss his cheek and give him the eyes, the eyes he’d been waiting for, for months now.

You were coming back to him and Lando knew he’d give anything up just to have his girl’s eyes gazing back at his…

A.N. ... there most probably will be a second part... hehe..

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heliads · 8 months

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speak now (or forever hold your peace)

Charles Leclerc finds himself waiting on someone in a church. All of their friends and family are here, but the only person he can think about, the person he's here for, is Y/N L/N.

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warnings: marriage, death, angst, pining

They say there’s only two main reasons someone would invite this many people to a church: a wedding or a funeral. A morbid phrase, certainly, but somehow fitting, as all uncomfortable sayings are. Charles, for one, knows exactly why he’s here today, and the other option is something he doesn’t even want to think about. Not today. Not ever.

There are many churches in Monaco, but only one would work today. It’s the one right down the street from where both of them lived, him and Y/N, up until the point where Charles started racing and let fast cars and extended contracts take him far, far away from the place that used to be theirs.

Now he’s back again. Say what you will about fate or destiny, but it does seem to have a clear message. No matter how long Charles runs, he will always circle around far enough to find himself back home.

That’s the wrong message for today and he knows it. Today is not for thoughts on racing, today is for him and Y/N, Y/N and him. He’s known her since they were both too small to talk but just big enough to know they were meant to be best friends, and now they’re hovering on opposite sides of a church neither of them have really orbited until now.

Y/N’s parents chose the church, and God knows they’re in over their heads enough as is, so Charles won’t spare another thought towards the location. The place of this event is, of course, insignificant in the long run. What matters most is the life he leads afterwards.

And what a life indeed. Looking back on it later, and even caught up in the frenetic moment of now, Charles will evenly divide his memories up into two distinct segments: before this day, and after it.

The before is marvelous. Childhood friends– they’re better than anyone else, really. Your family loves you because they have to, but your friends choose you because they want to, and that made all the difference. Y/N knew more about Charles than anyone else on this earth who wasn’t a direct blood relation, and despite everything, she still chose him.

It makes no sense, really. How do you grow up watching a boy become obsessed with a team that’ll never let him win a world championship, who will drag away hope just to hold it tantalizingly close, and still believe in him? Charles calls her after every race, the good and the bad, just to hear her voice. Anyone else would get tired of him, but not Y/N. Never Y/N.

It had taken him forever to realize that he loved her. Strange that he didn’t know it until he was old enough to move out of home, but Charles always thought of it like a guarantee, that even if he had nothing he had Y/N, so maybe it was only after they were separated for the first time that he could truly figure it out.

Charles had made her cry when he left. She’d tried not to let the tears out, not in front of him, but he saw the telltale traces of her sadness when he was saying farewell, about to board the plane. Charles had never felt so bad about anything in his entire life, knowing he’d caused Y/N grief, but conversely, nothing ever felt so good as when he’d returned at the end of the season and she’d sprinted into his arms at the airport, back together at last.

On that day, her head tucked under his chin, both of them physically as close as they could possibly get under the circumstances, Charles finally realized what he knows now in excess: he was utterly in love with Y/N L/N, and he always would be.

Right now, the separation between them consists of the white walls of this church and the crowds they’re in. Charles is with his family, and Y/N is with hers, but after this, there will be no more divisions, not really, just the crowd of we-were-here that will make them whole.

Charles knows where he is, and there is, of course, the knowledge that Y/N is somewhere in this very building, just a few doors down but somehow utterly unreachable until the ceremony begins. He hasn’t seen her all day today, actually. Has no idea what she’s even wearing. She’s been prettied up by now, no doubt, a perfect picture of everything he loves, but he will not know until it all starts.

Charles already knows that he’s going to cry when he sees her, and he tells his mother as much. She clucks her tongue knowingly, then says something about how he always was her emotional boy, even when he was a child. It’s not a bad thing, not always. Sometimes, on days like today, it lets you know that you love someone, and he does love someone. He loves her.

Someone coughs, and Charles flinches slightly, jerking upright and back to reality, out of his head. This is an important day. He’s not going to mess it up just because he was thinking about the past. All he has now is the future, years and years of things that haven’t happened yet and happy memories that he will be blessed to make.

Charles casts a look around the room. His best mates are here with him still, wearing what appears to be the same black suit and trousers. They never officially picked out what they’d wear together, but formalwear always tends to look similar anyway. Not his fault they all have the same taste in suit jackets.

One of his friends from back home stands up, claps him on the shoulder. “You ready to go out there?”

Charles swallows hard, then nods. The sooner it starts, the sooner he gets to the after. He lets his friends go out first, follows them blindly through the innards of a church he hasn’t been to since he was small. He’s half sure that if he just looks hard enough, glances in the periphery of his vision before the ghosts can flicker out of his sight, he’ll catch a glimpse of him and Y/N, shorter than waist height, running from their parents to hide in one of the Sunday school classrooms to laugh and laugh until they were found again.

Instead, Charles keeps his eyes resolutely ahead. The smell of flowers grows almost overpowering the closer he gets to the front of the building, and when his friends pull open the doors to the main room, it’s the first thing he notices, the dozens of sprays of lilies and roses, so many petals that it looks like freshly fallen snow.

His feet slow down once he’s inside, and Charles feels all eyes on him as he processes down the aisle behind his friends. He can see Y/N’s parents already there, front row, then his parents across the aisle from them, his brothers further down the pew. Everyone who knew the two of them are here now, and dry eyes have already started to sparkle.

Charles blinks and he’s at the front of the sanctuary. He looks up at the cross suspended from the wall, breathes in and out quickly, and then he turns and he sees her at last. Y/N, wearing white, but Y/N, perfectly still. Y/N, dead so young, because he is not here for a wedding nor a birth or any kind of happy festivity, but for her funeral.

His knees almost buckle. It takes everything in him to stand over her coffin, to look at her closed eyes and understand that they will never open again. Charles manages to stumble over to his family’s pew and sit down, listening blankly as the members of the church arrive and begin to speak on Y/N’s life, which somehow, impossibly, is already over and done.

Charles can still feel the stares even as speeches are given, memories are shared. They’ve told him that, although this pain is fresh and raw, he’ll be able to get over it in time, because they were both young, and he at least had plenty more years to enjoy even if she didn’t. They click their tongues at him like he’s a child, and express their sympathies. He wants to scream at all of them for not understanding, but of course that would make him seem even more juvenile than before, so he holds his tongue and attempts to keep the tears at bay. It doesn’t entirely work.

Charles knows a lot, actually, more than anyone gives him credit for. He knows what it’s like to sink your whole life into a job that will never give you back anything but your own blood and sweat and tears. He knows what it’s like to love, what it’s like to lose, and exactly how agonizing it feels to sit at the funeral of your best friend, your girlfriend, the woman you should have lived forever with and will now never get the chance.

Those who would speak have by now, and people start to file from the church again. Charles does not move a muscle, even as his friends and then his family start to shuffle around, fix their clothes, and get up. The tracks of tears are still hot and fresh on his face, so his mother presses a hand briefly to his shoulder and hands him a tissue before directing his brothers to go on without him.

Charles stays there, watching everyone else depart the room, and he wonders how he is ever supposed to get up and live his life without the one girl who has always been there for him. There has never been any world in which he did not have Y/N with him, and now she is lost to him forever. It is grievously unfair and completely out of his control. He has already been to too many funerals. This one is too final a blow to bear.

Charles is the last one to leave the funeral service. Y/N’s family is kind enough to give him a few moments alone with her in the church. He doesn’t deserve it, not more than them, who had her for longer than he ever did, who knew the secrets he never got to ask about.

Charles Leclerc sits alone in the church, he clasps his hands together so tightly that the blood rushes out of them from the sheer force of his prayer, and he thinks,

I wish I had married you.

a/n hahahahhaa

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leviscolwill · 3 months

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7. "if you win, i'll kiss you" with trent!!!!! 😩😩 bc we know he’s a competitive son of a bitch <333

congrats again on 600 baby! 🫶

- @lomltrentarnold 🪽

so come here and give me some kisses ★

pairing: trent alexander arnold x reader

note: thank u soooooo much for your request my lovely hana,, i hope u like it, i love writing competitive trent 🤭

this blurb was inspired by this video <3

now playing six thirty by ariana grande...

your relationship with trent was ambiguous to say the least. you liked him, well it was hard not to. and you knew he liked you too. hell, everyone at st george's park knew you liked each other. but he had yet to make any concrete move towards you.

trent was standing in front of you, getting mic-ed up for another pr video. they were never his favorites, but if he had a chance to beat his teammates, he'd always take it.

while you were polishing up the last details before filming with your colleagues, you shot a quick glance at trent looking oh so adorable in his apron. he walked towards you and rested his chin on your shoulder, giving you a quick smile.

“you know you're never winning this one right?” you told him in a cheeky tone with the sole purpose of riling him up. you knew just how competitive he could get, even with something as trivial as a bake off opposing him to hendo, dec and kieran.

“are you doubting my baking skills right now, love?” his accent thick and sassiness dripping from his voice.

“oh no, i wouldn't dare. ‘m just saying dec has a much better shot at winning than you.” you wouldn't trust declan with your kitchen even if your life depended on it, too scared you'd lose your whole flat in a house fire. but the sight of trent, chuckling to himself at your words was enough to spur you on.

he was a confident man, confident enough to know you didn't mean a word you said. also confident enough in his baking skills to know that he’ll win no matter what. but your teasing made the gears in his brain spin faster. “what do i get if i prove you wrong and win then?”

you took a quick look around to: 1. escape trent's face that seemed to get closer to yours by the second, 2. check if any of your colleagues caught up on the somewhat intimate moment you were sharing, only to find out they all left to do whatever they needed to do.

you thought a few seconds of what to tell him before an idea popped in your head. it might seem too bold, but truthfully you were sick of waiting for trent to make a move on you. “mmmhh...” you pretended to think for a couple seconds, “if you win this, i'll kiss you.”

trent looked stunt at your proposal, his brown eyes looking even wider than usual. “yeah! i mean, are you sure?” as much as he tried to keep up a façade, you could see right through his false confidence. the skin of his ears turning into a reddish tone and his eyes looking anywhere but in yours.

you quickly nod, before pecking his cheek. trent didn't get the time to fully register your action, you were already gone god knows where.

the next time your eyes meet, you were standing behind the camera with the rest of the communication team. trent was torn between exchanging knowing glances and smiles with you or focusing on baking his gingerbread man. he chooses the latter, well aware of the reward awaiting him when he'll win.

after some more baking, the results were in. and you could feel trent's stare on you while he was waiting expectantly for his name to be called as the winner.

and once it inevitably happened, trent locked eyes with you in a stare that could only mean one thing: ‘i told you, you know what happens now’.

your name was called and you had to leave before trent was done wrapping up the video. this gave you time to mentally prepare yourself, you didn't regret your impulsive bet but you were overthinking everything that might go wrong.

in the midst of your turmoil, two hands gripped your shoulders making you turn in surprise. you weren't too surprised to see trent behind you, you gave him a warm smile before making sure none of your colleagues were in sight.

“i told you i'd win.” his face was still glowing from his earlier triumph.

you reciprocated the smile on his face, meeting his deep brown eyes. “i know... i knew you'd win this.” you let your hand wander over his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body slowly taking over yours.

“i thought we had a deal...” trent's voice brought you out of your daydream. your movement suddenly stopped to look up at him.

you didn't give him a verbal answer, choosing to stand on your tippy toes before pressing your lips against his. you felt his lips turn into a smile against yours, before kissing you back with more passion than words could ever hold. his hands cupping your face to bring you even closer if that was possible, not ready to let go of you just yet.

once he did pull away, he looked at you with admiration sparkling in his eyes. his thumb stroked your cheek softly, while you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. what did this kiss mean for the two of you? were things going to be weird now? could you even kiss a player without consequ-

“so, i think the next step should be me asking you out?”

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cinnamostar · 5 months

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colors of you

pairing : felix x gn!reader

summary : skz, semi pro league of legends team, now has a new competitor to face in the scene in the upcoming regional tournament, but after a few practice matches, felix knew he hated you and thought you were a complete asshole.

wc : 5.8k

cw : not proofread (i am lazy), collegiate esports au, very competitive rivalry on one end, unrequited love, enemies to a secret third thing i won't disclose, cursing, some angst, sadness, fluffy feelings, and y/tn = your team name + y/ign = your ingame name/username.

a/n : this fic was inspired by league of legends worlds 2023, except not as hardcore. i didn't write tooo much on the gameplay so anyone who didn't play league would also be able to enjoy and follow the story well. likes, reblogs, and feedback is appreciated as always

⌲ SKZ - semi-pro league of legends team

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⌲ channie - in game leader, mid laner, azir + zed main

⌲ dwaekki - adc, caitlyn main

⌲ hyune - supp, pretty girl supp main (everyone has to beg him to play anything else)

⌲ miniverse - top laner, sett main

⌲ sunlixie - jungler, diana main

* currently undefeated in collegiate regional cup, three year streak

⌲ Y/TN - up and coming semi-pro team

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⌲ y/ign - in game leader, jungler, briar + kindred main

⌲ nyangknow - adc, kaisa + jinx main

⌲ jone - mid laner, ahri main

⌲ bibibread - supp, renata + rell main

⌲ some guy - top laner, yone + aatrox main **

* has won smaller level tournaments, gained entry to collegiate regional cup through these wins

**(a/n: some guy is literally some guy lmao sorry i did not feel like adding some random idol to the story)

･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･

Felix clenched his jaw as flames of anger flickered within him, the obnoxious, classic, yet familiar, league of legends red defeat screen only fanning the resentment that burned hot through his veins. He ripped his headset off as he swallowed down the third bitter loss his team faced that day, his face glaring down at your username that seemed to mock him in every post-game lobby chat.

y/ign: GG! Thanks for the skrims :) Same time tomorrow?

He rolled his eyes at your message, trusting Chan to coordinate with your team for the next matches as he closed out the client while reaching for his headset once more, letting out an exasperated groan.

“Well… that went as well as it did last time, huh?” Chan’s lighthearted laugh rang through Felix’s ear which only irritated him more, unsure how he was able to remain so positive after three soul crushing defeats. “Overall, their team is really solid and versatile. I can see why they’ve been dominating the lower tier teams and why they’re in our division now, but those games definitely helped us understand the skill of each of their players and what champs we need to ban.”

Changbin hummed in agreement gloomily, “Man, I don’t wanna play against them more, that y/ign guy is fucking annoying to play against. I can’t even farm properly without them ganking my lane every few minutes.”

Felix scoffed, “Yeah, imagine being counterpicked by them and having them take your jungle camps every game,” frustration colored each of Felix’s word a bright and gaudy crimson as he spoke through gritted teeth, taking a swig of water hoping it would somehow cool down the unbearable rage he felt bubbling inside him.

“I’m sorry, man, I know those games were especially rough on you,” Chan mumbled apologetically, carefully choosing his words to avoid hitting a nerve, “But we now know what champs to ban for them, we know to ward your camps early game, and to change our approach.”

“Yeah, I guess we can try out a more dive heavy comps and try to get early picks so they can’t shut us out of the game so quickly,” Seungmin suggested with uncertainty as he weighed the options his team now had, “Or more tanky… Maybe we need more CC?”

“Ah, well, it’s hard to say because god knows what other champs they can play. Each game they had an entirely different comp, so I guess we can try to prepare for every scenario we have seen so far, but we will still have to stay wary during the champ select process,” muttered Chan as he reflected today’s matches, trying to formulate a game plan for the team, “All good though, let’s just rest up for today. Skrims at the same time tomorrow, but log on an hour before so we can review our vods and discuss what we wanna try out in our games, alright?”

With that, the team grumbled a disheartened goodbye as Felix exited the call, once more tossing his headset in annoyance while he rubbed his face, clicking his teeth as he replayed each death from today’s games and how it was always you flashing your mastery after each kill.

Felix had no idea who you were, but your team had randomly emerged into the scene these past few months, quickly making themselves a well-respected and feared team as you dominated the lower tiered scene which now meant SKZ, a team well known within the semi-pro scene had no choice, but to take your team as a serious threat. Chan had reached out to you via discord, asking if your team was interested in a few practice sessions against his, which leads us to today.

There was no mistaking that your team was extremely well-versed and had done their research against SKZ, promptly banning each of their signature mains during the champ select process while picking characters that were either, quite frankly, annoying to deal with or countered their own. Felix should have known it was a bad omen when your team banned Chan’s Azir and Changbin’s Caitlyn, but once he saw you pick Briar against his own Diana, he knew he was in for a rough day.

You were perhaps the most annoying person Felix has ever had the misfortune to go against, somehow knowing just how to piss him off as you counter jungled him throughout the game and took every opportunity to gank his teammates, ultimately ruining their chances to catch up to your team’s gold. You even stole Baron from them, which ended up costing them the second game after your team immediately wiped his. He was filled with vengeful rage each time he saw your character on the screen, cursing internally whenever you made a good play, not even giving him the chance to trash you because you seemed to never make a mistake.

After today, Felix knew he hated you with all his being and made it his personal mission to give you a taste of your own medicine, swearing up and down that he would make sure that any games he played against you were absolute hell. He had a month to prepare for the next LAN tournament, where he would embarrass you on stage and disgrace the newly-founded prestige your team name had earned this past year. y/ign would no longer be the latest jungler breaking into the scene, you’d no longer be the new talent to keep an eye out. He wanted to make sure you were nothing but an utter disappointment to everyone who looked forward to your next performance.

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When the next day came, Felix was brimming with confidence after spending last night researching your team, but with extra attention focused on you and your playstyle. Felix looked through your team's past matches and if he was lucky enough to find an old broadcast of the games, he’d scrub through them to gain a better understanding of your jungle pathing and how it differed by each character you played. Today, he refused to be caught off guard by your skill and would not give you the chance to gain as much map control as you did yesterday.

When logging onto his PC, Felix noticed a notification on his discord:

✩ y/ign sent you a friend request!

hey! wanted to thank you for the games yesterday and look forward to playing you guys again today :)

While you probably had the best intentions in mind, Felix immediately felt the scorching, yet thrilling, heat of competitiveness settle into his body as he scowled at your message. “Fucking asshole,” he mumbled under his breath in disbelief, assuming you sent that as a way to get under his skin before today’s skrims.

sunlixie accepted y/ign’s friend request!

sunlixie reacted to y/ign’s message with a thumbs up!

Great, not only are you extremely talented at the game, but turns out you’re an incredibly cocky person! Anything Felix had ever learned about you, aside from his research last night, was completely against his will and it was only making him despise you even more. He hated how easily you ticked him off, how easily you filled him with unbridled rage by doing the absolute bare minimum, and he hated how sour the taste of anger was. He hated this feeling, as it always ended up clouding his perception and made him an absolute hellish person to be around, but it was also one of the most driving forces behind his competitive nature.

Despite his huffing and puffing, Felix decided to close his eyes for a brief moment, as if he was meditating away all the negative emotions you so effortlessly planted within him with a simple message. After taking in a deep breath, Felix joined the discord call with the rest of his team, greeting them with a cheery ‘hello!’

“Felix! You sleep well? Sounds like you’re feeling better from yesterday,” asked Chan, the smile in his tone was impossible to miss.

Felix nodded before responding with a “Yup, got my eight hours and feeling a little more confident after some research.”

“Good, good, that’s what I like to hear.”

Before Chan could continue with their pre-match meeting, Hyunjin piped up a question, “Did anyone else get a message from y/ign?”

Just hearing your username was enough for Felix’s entire mood to deflate as he sunk into his chair with furrowed eyebrows. He was about to open his mouth to tell everyone how rude you just are, but to his surprise, Changbin beat him to it, “Dude!! They are so nice!” a giggle escaped Changbin as he recalled the message, “They said my Draven was pretty good and that Hyunjin’s Lux had their bot lane nervous!”

Now that was not what Felix was expecting to hear from anyone as his jaw dropped, completely shocked to hear just how sweet your messages were to everyone else and how downright rude yours was to him. What the hell is your problem? Felix hadn’t realized how tight he was gripping his mouse til he felt the plastic material slip from under his fingers, landing on desk due to all the force applied.

“Right! It’s nice to know we had them sweating even though they looked so composed,” Hyunjin eagerly added.

“They’re super kind and humble, which is refreshing to see in this scene,” laughed Chan, “Maybe I gotta play a little better today to get my own compliment, but they did thank us for playing against them and for agreeing to not post the vods. What about you Felix? They say anything to you?”

Felix was still recovering from shock after processing the information he just learned, stammering in both surprise and upsetness, “Dude… I… I don’t know what to say because they were a straight up asshole to me.”

“What?! No way!” gasped Changbin, “Maybe it’s because you’re their match up in the game, but that doesn;t sound right…”

“Yeah, that’s weird,” Seungmin added, “What did they say?”

Felix then pulled up the message you sent, reading it out for the rest of his team to hear, adding an annoyed “Can you believe the nerve of this guy?”

A few moments had passed by where no one had said anything, the call remained dead silent as everyone tried to figure out how to gently inform Felix that he was being an idiot and turning a very friendly message from you into an ill-intended one.

Chan cleared his throat, holding back a laugh as he realized your performance yesterday really struck something in Felix, “Bro, I hate to break it to you, but that was definitely a nice message… I don’t really see where they’re being rude at all.”

This time, it was Felix’s turn to stay quiet, a perplexed look overtaking his features after hearing the rest of his teammates agree with Chan. Maybe if he squinted really, really hard he’d be able to find a hint of kindness in your message, but Felix had already convinced himself you were his ultimate rival who was trying to throw him off a game. There is no way you’d ever send him a nice message just because, right?

“Well, I don’t know… Maybe you guys are right,” mumbled Felix, not completely convinced by his friends, which prompted Hyunjin to chuckle.

“Lixie, I have never seen someone get to you so easily before! Those games yesterday must’ve done a number on ya, huh?”

Felix rolled his eyes as he let out a peeved exhale through his nose, unable to deny any of what Hyunjin had said, “Yeah, yesterday was rough, but surely today will be different, yea?”

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Luckily for the SKZ boys, today was different from the day before. This time, the boys were able to secure a win in the first game, while the second game was a very close loss due to Changbin being caught out, but this just called for better positioning and map vision, all things that could be easily resolved by being more mindful.

Despite the major improvements in the SKZ team’s gameplay, your performance did not fall short from yesterday’s as you still managed to be a threat SKZ couldn’t ignore. Although Felix was able to maintain control of his side of the map and trade some camps with you, you were still able to fill him with rage by somehow targeting him every fight, which made it nearly impossible for him to play the game. Luckily, Seungmin ended up using his Mordekaiser ultimate on you, which gave SKZ a chance to focus on the rest of your team while Seungmin did his best to tank your damage in his realm. This strategy definitely led them to their first win against your team, but as soon as the second match started, your team switched up to an entirely new comp, which SKZ struggled to answer.

Unfortunately, your team wasn’t able to stick around for a third game due to some prior commitments, so there was no decisive winner for the day.

y/ign: GGs! sunlixie, you really were sweating today on that diana jg kek

nyangknow: if i ever see you irl, its on sight, sunlixie… targeting a poor lil adc like me?

nyangknow: lol but gg! y/ign slammed their desk when u stole elder last game kek

y/ign: shut up before i expose ur government name

nyangknow: …

channie: haha, sunlixie wasn’t gonna let u guys embarrass us again

channie: GG! dm me on disc if you guys wanna set up some more skrims

dwaekki: :3 gg!!! u guys did great, heh ty for games!

Once again, Felix found himself frowning at your message in the post-game lobby, irritation bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as his knuckles turned white from clenched fists. “Dude, I don’t get what their problem is with me,” whined Felix as he closed out the client once more, not even bothering to send a message in the chat.

Seungmin snickered over the mic, finding Felix’s one-sided rivalry hilarious, “That was definitely a compliment, don’t take it the wrong way.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled snarkily at Seungmin’s response, not being able to find any of the validity in his comments, “Just felt like they were poking fun at me.”

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The weekend of the Regional Collegiate LAN tournament had finally arrived, and luckily for SKZ, they didn’t have to worry about traveling since their university was hosting the event. This event did hold some importance, but it mostly helped determine seeding for the next tournament with only a few teams at risk for elimination. Due to SKZ’s skill level, elimination was the least of their concern with them being favored to win first place. First place did receive a cash prize to help cover travel costs to nationals, but it also helped any team gain more support and made the pro scene more aware of potential candidates for their team.

SKZ was getting set to prepare for their first match of the weekend, but had some time to kill so they settled on roaming around the venue to catch up with some friends from other teams and greet any fans that approached them. In this world, it wasn’t uncommon for any of the more popular teams to have fans, as some people were either fans of individual players, their skills, or they were a fan of the entire team.

Today was no different as Felix walked through the venue on his own, chatting with friends from other teams and meeting any new recruits while he was at it. Frustratingly enough though, your team and you had been quite the topic amongst his friends, each of them expressing concern at how intimidating and difficult your team seemed. Everyone in the scene knew that SKZ and Y/TN had gone against each other in a few practice matches, meaning everyone was swarming to them like flies, trying to extract as much information as they could against your team. Although, you and SKZ had an agreement to not leak out any team comps or skrim information before playing, so Felix had to deal with a whole lot of begging while trying to skirt around the subject.

Felix had finally gotten a moment of peace as he excused himself from the last interrogation, deciding it was time to group up with the team seeing that their match was in about an hour from now. Before he was able to get far, he heard a voice behind him call out:

“Yo! Sunlixie, is that you?”

Well, he was wearing a jersey with his name on the back of it, so it wasn’t weird for fan interactions to go this way. He put a smile on his face and turned to greet the owner of the voice, who he honestly thought was a little too cute to be wandering around the convention center on their own, but nonetheless he pushed the thought away and decided it was best to maintain a level of professionality when interacting with fans.

“Hi! Yup, that would be me!”

The mystery person had a smile stretching across their face reaching out to shake Felix’s hand, which he took politely. He had no idea who this person was and it didn’t look like they were part of any teams since they weren’t wearing a jersey, so it was safe to assume this was just another fan.

“Wow, it’s so great to finally meet you! I’m y/ign, or you can just call me Y/N if you prefer.”

Felix eyes widened in pure surprise when your username left your mouth, not expecting the human he was talking to was you of all people. He did his absolute best to maintain his composure, but the sound of your name dampened his mood in the blink of an eye, his shoulders visibly tensing as his smile fell into a more awkward version of it.

“Oh, sorry! You aren’t wearing your jersey, so I didn’t realize it was you,” he forced an uncomfortable laugh, but you had already picked up on the stiffness Felix was now carrying in his shoulders, “But, uh, you can call me Felix.”

Ever since you became acquainted with SKZ through your skrims, you could tell that Felix definitely wasn’t your biggest fan. Maybe you had gotten off on the wrong foot, but other than playing the game, you weren’t sure what you had done to make him dislike you so much. You had quickly befriended everyone else on the SKZ teams, even going as far as playing other games outside of league with them or meeting up with them to get food, but Felix was the only member who was uninterested and incredibly dry towards you.

You had done your best to reach out to him and try to get to know him a little better, thinking maybe he just needed time to warm up to strangers, but that theory was quickly disproved when you found out Jeongin and Jisung had played some ARAMs with him and even met him in real life. Apparently, he was the sweetest and most pleasant guy to be around, yet you never had the pleasure to be met with his warmth. Instead, all you knew was an icy and cold exterior that pushed you away at every corner. At some point, you had been discouraged to attempt to be his friend, but you still thought it would be best to remain as cordial as you could with him, which meant greeting him and inviting him to any events your team hosted.

Not everyone was going to like you, that was a lesson you had learned long ago and you weren’t going to let it get to you when you had other things to focus on. You didn’t need to be his friend, anyway.

“Yeah, my team isn’t scheduled to play til way later, so didn’t really need to wear it,” you smiled at the boy, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt as you watched Felix’s expression slowly drop, “Well, uh, I’ll let you go back to your team. Good luck in your games!”

Felix raised an eyebrow as you hastily turned away, surprised at how different your demeanor was in person compared to his initial impression of you.

Online and through your varied interactions, Felix had pinned you as some overconfident, cocky, and disrespectful asshole who was purposefully targeting him. While everyone around him insisted that was not the case, he couldn’t help but feel the burning flames of hatred burst in him every time he received a message from you, each seemingly mocking him for whatever play he made that day.

However, this version of you was entirely different than what he had imagined this whole time. You didn’t ooze out that same confidence he had pictured you to have, but instead you seemed a lot more timid and welcoming in person. There was a gentle shyness that accompanied the warmth of your aura, golden and bright hues of yellow radiating off you as you smiled with not a single hint of malice in your eyes. When he met your gaze, he thought he would be staring right into the same sweltering, scarlet fury he had become so familiar with, but while searching your eyes, all he found was the brilliance of your tender-hearted benevolence, only rays of sunshine and light coloring the bright green meadows that expanded across your being.

What was this? This wasn’t the scorching, volcanic, blindingly red world he had been living in the past month, yet he still found himself melting under the comforting warmth, wanting nothing more to bask in your glow and forget the blistering one-sided rivalry he had imagined. For a moment of time, he felt the amber light you emanated was slowly turning his ugly red into a more placid orange, one akin to the sky’s palette during sunset.

Maybe the boys were right, maybe you did mean well. Maybe he was the asshole, not you.

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The crowd cheered loudly as the announcer’s voice boomed over the intercom, officially declaring SKZ as the victors of the regional collegiate cup for the fourth year in the row. As soon as the blue victory screen popped up during their 5th game against Y/TN, the boys quickly stood up from their seats as they huddled into a group hug while gleefully jumping up and down, ecstatic screams and laughter leaving them as they celebrated their win. After an intense final match where SKZ and Y/TN had traded wins, in the very last game, SKZ was able to pull out with the third and final win needed to end the tournament. That was perhaps one of the most difficult finals SKZ had to play in a long time and for the first time in years, they were afraid that their reign was coming to an end, but luck was on their side today and all the skirms against your team had come to fruition.

Across the stage, your team stood amongst the chaos erupting throughout the venue, you remaining still in your seat as you watched the defeat screen go through its animations, tears pricking the corner of your eyes in humiliation. Second place was nothing to be ashamed of, but you couldn’t stop the overwhelming rush of emotions that filled you, the blinding stage lights causing your vision to go blurry as the feeling of failure took hold of you. You enviously watched SKZ celebrate their win as you wiped away your tears, standing from your seat with the rest of your team as you headed to congratulate the opposing team.

As your team approached SKZ, Felix immediately noticed the shift in your emotions and saw through the fake smile you forced onto your face as you congratulated each of them. All he could see was the bleak tears that clouded the brightness that once occupied you, the golden aura of yours being overtaken by the blues of sorrow and disappointment. The sun that once gleamed through your entire being had been replaced by flooding waters from a relentless storm of emotion, the cerulean raindrops overtaking the shining yellow hues of your personality.

As the colors of your emotions blended, Felix swore he saw the slightest tinge of an ugly green forming as the two aforementioned colors danced with one another. Was that jealousy? Although, as soon as he took note of it, the color instantly melted away as you shook his hand, a sincere ‘congratulations, you did amazing,’ leaving your mouth despite the tumultuous storm that dampened your conscience. Somehow, even as the bitter taste of failure lingered on your tongue, your genuinity never once faltered.

The vengeful, piercing, crimson rage Felix had felt for you weeks prior had dulled out as your sadness bleed all over him, guilt now washing over him as he had realized how sorely mistaken he was about you. The burning competitiveness and hatred that once fueled him had been put out by your misery, a deep violet now painting over him as the heavy hands of culpability dragged him down into numbing darkness of shame.

For some unknown reason, Felix felt the urge to run after you as he watched your figure shrink off the stage, wanting to apologize for his unwarranted attitude towards you this past month and bring you back to the warmness he had just learned about to revel under it once more. He remained unmoving as his teammates dragged him into another celebration hug, insisting to take a photo to remember this moment, yet Felix wanted nothing more to forget the sight he had just witnessed. Even though his wish had come true, he couldn’t bring himself to savor this victory against you.

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A few days had gone by since your team had lost the tournament, suffering from what you had considered a rather embarrassing loss. While the games were incredibly close, you were sorely disappointed in your own performance, as you felt that you made too many mistakes that had cost your team the game. After walking off the stage, you succumbed to all the emotions you felt in that moment, letting your body tremble as tears rushed down your cheeks, choked sobs escaping your mouth. You remember how hot your face grew as the rest of your team turned to console you, feeling self-conscious how you were supposed to be the leader, yet you allowed your emotions to get the best of you.

Despite that, you had managed to get over the brunt of your emotions after a few days, but the message you found waiting for you today on discord had taken you by complete surprise:

✩ sunlixie sent you a message!

hi y/n! i wanted to reach out and apologize to you for how rude i’ve been to you. i’m really sorry, there’s no excuse for any of it. to be honest, i kinda just got rlly tilted from when we played our first skrims, and i guess i ended up taking anything you said the wrong way. again, there’s no excuse for this and i apologize for being that way, but i’d like to have a fresh start and be friends if you are ok w that!

oh, also, you did really great during the tournament! don’t beat yourself up for it, that was the first time we had to play all five games out in the finals, so you guys had us nervous!!

Well, that was entirely unexpected, but as soon as you read the message, a smile broke out on your face while letting out a sigh of relief, happy to know that it had all been a rather strange misunderstanding and not something you had done. With that, you hastily wrote out a response to Felix, letting him know that all is forgiven and that you would love to be able to finally form a friendship with him. Well, maybe something good did come out of this loss.

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After playing a few league games with Felix, you both began to develop a close friendship with each other. You finally began to understand what everyone else meant when they described Felix, you were beginning to see why his username was sunlixie. The coldness you had come to know him as melted away as the days past, only to reveal that under that hardened exterior was a boy filled with so much love and gentleness, that it’d blind anyone who stared into his soul for too long. The deep tone of his voice only added to this inviting warmth, adding a layer of comfort and safety that could lull anyone in a peaceful sleep, it was no longer a scary sound that reeked with hatred.

Eventually, you and Felix had decided to go on small outings together, usually opting to grab a bite at your local coffee shop as either of you would ramble on about a new game to try out or discuss practice for nationals. On the occasion, one of the SKZ boys would tag along or Minho, a member on your team, would join you both, but every time this happened, Felix always felt disappointed that he would miss out time with just you alone.

Truthfully, he wanted you to himself during these rare moments, wanting to be the only one who made you laugh and be the center of your attention. Jealousy would inevitably creep up behind him, pointing out each and everyone of his insecurities while he watched you interact with the others, it whispering in his ears that you’d never look at someone like him romantically, that he’d never have a chance with someone like you. He hated how much time he had missed out on getting to know you and being your friend due to this childish rivalry, feeling jealous over how much closer you were with everyone else, especially Minho.

Of course your bond with Minho was deeper than everyone else, you had known him longer than Felix and the other SKZ boys and were teammates. Yet, the pangs of insecurity would hit his heart directly each time he’d watch you laugh at a joke Minho made, always playfully slapping his arm in a fit of laughter.

All Felix could ever think was how much he had wished that was him, how much he wished he’d be able to make you laugh to the point of tears as the unpleasant color of green slowly festered within him, becoming more vibrant as time passed. He was crushing hard on you and he needed to do something about it before it became unbearable to deal with because he hated the unsettling feeling of jealousy.

Thus, Felix decided to finally bite the bullet and asked you to come out for some coffee today, but letting you know he needed to talk about something personal, so he’d prefer if you came alone.

As you approached the coffee shop, you wondered what Felix could have possibly needed to discuss with you, but you were honored to know that he felt comfortable enough to reach out to you and confide in you with something so personal, which only goes to show how much closer you two have gotten. Upon entering the building, your eyes searched for Felix, finding him seated in a more secluded corner with two coffees waiting on the table. Once his eyes met yours, you waved from the entrance with a smile on your face as you skipped over to the table.

Sliding into your seat, you caught onto Felix’s jittery energy as his legs bounced while his fingers anxiously tapped against the table. His body stiffened as he met your eyes with a nervous smile. Your eyebrows furrowed upward in concern, as you never seen the boy in this state before.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

Felix’s eyes widened at your question, his body completely stilling, not completely aware of how on edge he looked from the outside. He felt a familiar warmth rush to his face as a gentle pink dusted across his cheeks and ears, the rosy color of shyness making itself nestling itself in his stomach. The buzzing flutters he had felt in his stomach earlier sped up with the drumming of his heart, his head feeling like it was about to explode as he scrambled to find the script he rehearsed last night.

“Uhm, yeah, everything’s okay. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” his voice trembled meekly, cringing at the sound of his voice.

You nodded at his words, a panicked look overtaking your face, “Oh, no, did I do something wrong? Did I upset you?”

The blonde haired boy shook his head vigorously, finding your worriedness a bit charming, “Ah, no, not at all! It’s nothing like that!”

The tension in your body dissipated, as a caring smile returned to your face, “Oh, okay. Thank god, I was scared for a bit. Then what’s up? What did you need to talk about?”

“Well, I don’t really know how to say this…” he mumbled quietly, but just loud enough for you to hear. He felt himself shrink under the intensity of your gaze, surprised to see an overwhelming amount of concern etched on your features.

“That’s okay. Sometimes, you just gotta say it.”

He exhaled nervously, nodding in agreement with your words because he was freaking out on the inside, unable to recall any of the words he had prepared for this moment. Right, at this point, he should just say it.

“I… I like you, Y/N. I really, really like you and-”

Oh, that isn’t the reaction he thought he’d get.

You were never good at hiding your facial expressions, and this moment was no exception as your face morphed into a surprise expression, your mouth dropping as the words left Felix as the warmth you once held paled into white cast of shock and confusion. As soon as you processed his words, you bit your lips while trying to find the words to respond to the sudden confession.

“Ah, wow, thank you, I’m really flattered, but…” you paused for a moment, confusion and uncertainty laced in your voice, “you do know I’m dating Minho, right?”

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Being Team Japan’s Manager

Manager is Stressed

Team Japan x GN! Manager (platonic relationship)

Warnings: Manager is feeling stress (I didn’t go into specific stressors because I wanted to make this as general as possible), Stress symptoms (sleep struggles, overthinking, lack of eating/overeating, etc. I tried to keep them neutral but I did have to give a little something), MEGA FLUFF

AN: this is a special request for @rae-is-typing! I apologize if it looks weird, it’s because tumblr hates me and I had to move it all over to word and then back again : D

• Honestly YN, I don’t know how you do it

• Literally, if it were me, I would have had a mental break down the first week of dealing with these idiots

• On the surface, it seems as if you have everything together

• I mean, you not only deal with your life but the lives of countless man-children

• Where as most people’s day starts at 8am and ends around 4-5pm

• You’re essentially on call 24/7, 365

• Literally you can’t even use the bathroom without Hinata or Bokuto knocking and asking what you are doing

• “Hey Yn, are you in there?” Bokuto and/or Hinata say knocking on the door

• You 👉🏻 maybe if I stay quiet they won’t think anyone’s in here….

• Honestly it’s a pipe dream Yn

• Just ignore them YN they will go away…

• Suddenly the door burst open and Bokuto and Hinata are in a full panic

• “OMG YN WE THOUGHT YOU DIED OR WORSE FAINTED!!” Bokuto screamed as Hinata is now hyperventilating

• And thus, the curtains close on your .02 seconds of peace and quiet

• Sakusa comes from beside saying, “you two really need to straighten out your priorities.”

• Then Iwaizumi is coming up yelling at you for leaving the door open to the bathroom 🙄

• You seriously cannot win

• Butalas everyone has their breakpoint YN and honestly I’m surprised you lasted as long as you did

• The Olympics were coming up and you were dealing with your own personal issues in your home life

• Seriously adding more stress to your already stressful life

• You never seemed to have time to do anything

• And you know how they say “things always come in threes”?

• You seriously cannot catch a break!!

• Your stress levels are skyrocking and with stress comes the unfortunate stress symptoms

• Some days you forget to eat while some days you feel like you can’t stop eating

• You’ve so little and yet you feel like you don’t have time to sleep

• The days seem long but yet you can’t accomplish anything 😩

• Honestly it’s just a nightmare

• You choose to suffer in silence, not wanting to bother anyone with your issues

• You know everyone else has problems and you don’t want to be that person to add more to someone else’s plate

• Deep down, you knew it wasn’t healthy to hold it in

• However everyone has their breaking point

• And our amazing YN’s cup has finally ran out

• You woke up feeling exhausted and it was a chore just to get yourself out of bed

• The stress was finally wearing on you and you needed a break

• Thank god tomorrow was the weekend, you just had to make it through today

• You headed to work, already looking forward to the 5pm whistle

• The guys were on their usual bullshit so you knew you’d have very little reprieve

• Yaku was the first to notice something

• “Hey Yn- you look run down?” He says as you look up at him

• “Dang Yn you look like you just got hit by a bus!” Atsumu chimes in

• You 👉🏻😐 thank you for that…

• Unfortunately you have very little time to breathe because Aran and Iwa surround you

• “Hey YN! We need you to get copies of the training schedules out to everyone,” Aran says

• “Yeah and I need you to go through the guys training manuals and replace the old sheets with the updated ones. It has to be done today Yn!” Iwa shouts

• Unwillingly adding more to your already tipped over plate

• “YN I need you to fill up all the volleyballs too,” the coach chimes in

• “Oh and we got a new sponsorship for some energy drink so we need you to make that pronto YN!” Ushijima just throws in there

• Meanwhile, the other dummies are all adding more and more until finally

• You break

• The tears start the flow and everything in your mind blanks as the damn of emotions finally cracks

• Everyone just stares at you, some in confusion and some in horror as you essentially break down on site

• “Hey YN, are you ok?” Aran asks, cautiously approaching you

• You just keep crying while trying to speak

• “N-no e-everything’s not-not ok!” You cry out, “I-I’m so-so T-tired and I-I can-can’t do T-this anymore!”

• The gym is filled with your sobs as the guys slowly began to realize how much they’ve been putting on you

• They have come to rely on you as their support, their go to person

• But they never took the time to check on you

• “Oh Yn, come on, let’s go sit on the bench,” Komori says, grabbing you and hauling you over

• Everyone follows in silence as you try to control your tears and your breathing

• It’s so much at once and all you can think about is how you’ve failed them

• “I’m s-sorry, I-I’ll get to wo-work,” you cry as Sakusa sits down beside you, essentially holding you in place

• “You’ll do no such thing Yn, take a break,” he says as the rest of the team nods

• They all feel horrible for neglecting you and not realizing how much stress you were under

• They just keep piling it on, not knowing the stress you were also dealing with in your personal life

• “YN, we are so sorry,” Hakuba says as the team nods

• “If we would have know Yn, we wouldn’t have been so hard on you,” Bokuto adds

• “It’s oh-ok, I-I need to d-do my j-job,” you stammer out

• “No Yn, you need to take care of yourself,” Iwa says

• “You need a break Yn, a few days off!” Kageyama chimes in

• “Yeah you need to get away from us for a while,” Hyakuzawa says

• Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu 👉🏻 offended 🙄

• “Guys we have so much to do before the Olympics and I can’t just leave!” You cry out

• “YN if you aren’t going to take care of yourself, then I’m going to haul your ass home right now,” Iwa yells

• You 👉🏻👀 I mean…

• Iwa 👉🏻😐

• “Just take a few days Yn, take some time to rest and we can help you handle everything! I mean we have an entire team of capable men here!” Yaku says

• “I’d say 60% at more are capable,” Sakusa interjects

• Again Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu 👉🏻 offended 🙄

• “If you think that’s best,” you say, deflated

• “YN we love you and we want you to be healthy! We would die if we didn’t have you cheering us on!” Komori says as the entire team nods frantically

• You sigh in defeat, knowing you need the rest

• “Ok but if you need me, make sure to message me!” You say, leaving the gym

• “We’ll be fine YN! Try to sleep and just breathe or something,” Aran says

• “WAIT YN HASN’T BEEN BREATHING THIS WHOLE TIME?!?” Bokuto screams

• Omg run YN, run while you still can 😂

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kickinganddriving · 1 year

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Sweet nothings- Christian Pulisic

Note: This is so soft i cant, also wrote this for my homegirls @snownonthebeach @christian-pulisic @breakablehcaven and this discourse that happen in the comment section of that post

-I also brought out the poetry chops so I deserve an award

-Not proofread but if any of y'all wanna do that just message me

Song suggestion: Sweet Nothing- Taylor Swift

Word count: 1.6K

Summary: All you and Christian want from each other is sweet nothing.

Warnings: Swearing

Paring: Christian Pulisic x Reader

I spy with my with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

It was cold outside, but you refused to let the forecast in Cobham stop you from always being fashionable. That was until you were freezing cold walking home from the Pub that was 5 blocks away from Christians apartment.

Christian being the boyfriend that he is, thought it was his moral duty to make sure his beloved girlfriend does not get sick.

"Baby take my jacket."

"No, i'll be fine" you say as you start walking a bit faster to beat the cold weather.

"No you won't, take my jacket before you get sick"

"What about you, what if you get sick?" You quip.

"I have 2 layers under this, I'll be just fine"

"Fine" you said in a huff not wanting to admit you were cold, but you were actually about to freeze your ass off.

You put on Christians jacket and you reach into his pocket to try and warm your hands up. You felt a small object in his pocket, and fished it out. It was a pebble.

"What's this Chris?" You curiously remark at the tiny rock.

"I have no clue, wait, I think this was the jacket I wore when we went to Ireland last July." Christian says thinking back to last summer.

"We must've picked it up from somewhere then." You say while observing the rock and its features.

"We probably did" He remarks while pulling you closer to him while the both of you walk home.

"Do you ever think it misses its home?"

Christian silently laughs, and kisses your cold cheek in response.

"God, I love you" He whispers under his breath.

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothing

When the both of you arrived home, you went to your shared room with Christian, to choose something warmer and more comfortable to wear. After you changed you went downstairs to find Christian strewn across your couch scrolling on his phone with a pensive look on his face. Trying to see what he was looking at you joined him on the couch laying on top of his body.

He's always found your presence comforting, and you knew that, so you thought it might be the right time to ask him what was wrong.

"Hey honey, what's on your mind?"

"Nothing important" He says, trying to make it seem like it's nothing.

"If you have that look on your face, it's not nothing."

"Fine, there are rumors that Potter might want to trade me off the team." He says quietly trying to downplay what he said.

"What! Lemme see" you say after snatching his phone from his hand to get up so he would not steal it back from you. You silently skim through the article and you saw it was from the shittiest, most anti- American news publication in all of the UK.

"You realize it's bullshit, right? It's from the most unreliable news outlet in all of the country. Not to mention the vendetta they have against Americans." You say trying to comfort him in a way while you sit back down on his thighs.

"It could still be true." He says letting the worry get to him, as he pulls you close to him for comfort.

"Potter may be dumb, but he's not a complete idiot... also in the great words of Taylor Swift "You're the only one of you" and you cannot be replaced or I will go up to that man and fist fight him. Also we all know I would win, me vs an old, crusty, white man?!" Thankfully your witty statement placed a small smile on his lips.

"How come you always know what to say?" He quietly says while placing a small kiss on your nose.

"It's easy when I have the best boyfriend on the planet" you remark as you place a small kiss on his lips.

"Let's go to bed" Christian says mid yawn as you play with his curls.

Outside, they're pushing and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.

The next morning you woke up before Christian, and all you wanted to do was to cheer him up and make sure he starts the day in a good mood. You decided to sneak out of bed and make him pancakes. You put your airpods in and play Christians happy music playlist, you make an effort to listen to the music he likes, as weird as it may be. You were quietly humming and dancing to one of the songs you are more familiar with.

"Good morning my dancing queen" you hear as you feel a tall figure hug you from behind you turn your head to look at your shoulder to see, Christians curls buried into your neck.

"Good morning my sleepy bug" you softly say as you pat him lightly. Christian holds you and sways with you for a minute.

"How long were you standing?" You curiously asked the brunette

"Longer than I'd care to admit" he chuckles as he admires your outfit, or lack thereof, as you are wearing nothing but underwear and his shirt.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better. You know I love you"

"I love you to, now sit down at the table so I can give you your extra special pancakes"

"Ok, are you packed for the flight?" he asks.

"Which flight?"

"The flight to Philly"

"You're finally bringing me back with you?!" You say while totally bear hugging him.

"I guess I am," He says as he smiles against your forehead.

On the way home

I wrote a Poem

You say what a mind

This happens all the time.

You and Christian were in the backyard of his childhood home leaning against a birch tree with you sitting in between his legs.

"Whatcha doing?" Christian asks as he looks over your head into his lap.

"Writing a Poem" you responded.

"About what?"

"Everything around us, the nature, the atmosphere, you"

"Me? I feel honored" Christian responds with slight exaggeration in his tone.

You've always loved poetry, it's always felt soothing and mind clearing.

"Do you want to read it?" You asked the man sitting behind you.

"Of course" he looks over your shoulder to read the world neatly written out on a page in his notebook.

Whose trees is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite happy though.

Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,

I watch him laugh. I cry hello.

He gives his trees a shake,

And laughs until her belly aches.

The only other sound's the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The trees is green, calming and deep,

But he has promises to keep,

After cake and lots of sleep.

Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,

With thoughts of kittens in his head,

He eats his jam with lots of bread.

Ready for the day ahead.

"What a mind" He says in appreciation of you and the words in front of him.

"Do we have to go back Christian?"

"I think we do, but whenever I'm with you I feel like i'm here"

You smile and you slowly settle into him breathing deeply.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

Ans smooth-talking hucksters

Out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore

"You should be doing more"

To you I can admit

I'm just too soft for it.

It was Christian and your first day back home after your brief trip back to Christians childhood home. The both of you were mildly afraid seeing how his future at Chelsea is quite uncertain. Your nerves started to tense up as you heard his car pull into the driveway.

"Babe, i'm home" Christian announces to make sure you are aware of his presence in your home.

"Hi sweetheart.. How was your day?" You carefully ask him not to say something that might set off a fuse.

"It was a day." He monotonously responded.

"Just tell me everything that is wrong, and I mean everything, you need to get it off your chest" You say with concern as you hug up to your boyfriend's figure worried about his mental state.

"It's just I am worried that I'm going to lose my spot on a team that feels like home, and I don't want you to have to up and move everything you've built your life around because of me. I'm trying to work harder to earn my place on the team, but with the entire internet saying I'm a shitty player, it feels harder and harder to accomplish the goals that are being set for me. Sometimes I feel like I'm just too soft for all of it" He explains as you listen and take every word to heart.

"Baby, I swear that if you get traded it will not ruin my life, it's like a new adventure for me and you, ok? Also, that's even if you do get traded, I am 98.88% sure you are staying at Chelsea, and all of the people saying that your a shitty player and that you are getting traded are people that are simply jealous of you, your talent, your hair,-"

"my girlfriend" he chimes in, putting a grin on both of your faces.

"See, you're going to be just fine, matter of fact, WE are going to be just fine" you assure him.

"God, I love you so much," he says, hugging his figure even more.

All you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.

istg if y'all don't like this i'm throwing myself off a building-

-xoxo gossip girl

#christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic #chelsea fc #taylor swift #sweet nothing #im crying this was so much

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midweastindigo · 1 year

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i have covid and watched ella enchanted for the first time in years. here's how a buddie au can still win

buck isn't a people pleaser by choice - he just doesn't know it. his parents prayed and pleaded with doctors, nurses, with gods, and witches, and the universe itself, to save their eldest son daniel. and so the universe gave them evan buckley. he was able to save daniel, but it wasn't enough. daniel buckley still died. and as curses, or gifts, or forces of good versus evil, go, they went wrong. evan buckley's purpose was to save his brother and he was unable to fulfill that purpose so the buckleys wanted to give him back. but the goddess that gave them a second son does not go back on their gifts, so a deal was struck. how dare they question the motives of a force of nature? how dare they try and return such a perfect gift? they shall keep the child, and that child will listen to them. a pink mark on his face to forever haunt the buckleys of their choices, and.

a most obedient son, indeed.

now, evan wasn't told of this gift, or curse. the only other person who even knew about it at all was his older sister of 6 years, madeline. and she was never to utter a word to her baby brother, lest she be cursed with the same misfortune, or so the buckleys say.

so, evan cannot say no. children exploited it without knowing. teachers made an example out of him. evan's second home was the emergency room.

he leaves, but it is because he is told to 'get lost!' by his father. not because he chooses to escape his prison.

evan buckley is lost when he stumbles into the fire academy, and from the ashes comes buck. and robert nash sees this. when he fires him on the rooftop, bobby finally understands. 'it's like. i don't-bobby, wait. bobby, like i couldn't say no! i've never told anyone 'no' my entire life!'

bobby knows what it sounds like. buck is cursed.

bobby knows cursed people because he is one. in fact, he prides himself in recruiting people who are cursed, whether they know it or not. buck clearly does not.

'buck,' he says. 'i think you're cursed.'

'cursed? like in fairytales?'

'yeah but in real life. i'm not going to fire you, i think you belong on this team.'

'because i'm cursed.'

'precisely. everyone here is. i'll reintroduce you, c'mon.'

and so there are the introductions.

henrietta, cursed to never be on time by her ex who was never satisfied with how much time they spent together. 'sometimes they aren't so bad. the worst was when i was late to my wedding. karen damn nearly called it off!'

howard, cursed with always having love slip right through his fingertips, just out of reach. 'the one who cursed me said it could be broken with true love's kiss. seems i haven't found it yet.'

and bobby, cursed with knowing that everyone he loves will die by his hands. 'my in-laws did not think my punishment of living every day without my family was enough.'

'and me?'

'buck, we think you're cursed to obey.'

'no, all of this is just bullshit, you can't really think-'

'stop talking.' buck stops.

chim says, 'ooh, do the chicken dance!' hen hits him over the head as buck does what he's told.

'you can talk again.'

'- i'd actually believe.....'

the team agrees to never demand anything of buck, even captain's orders are phrased like a choice. buck learns to live with his curse, and is better off for it now he knows what it is.

until abby. abby never figured it out. so when she said 'stay at my place. keep it waiting for me.' she didn't know he would. that he'd have no choice. it took the power of the whole team commanding buck to come to the station for him to leave after four days. even longer, a 'call me' written on a note for buck to stop waiting for abby to come back.

he wanted her to come back, is the thing. he knows the difference between wanting and being forced, and he wanted, hoped, begged abby to return to him. but she didn't. 'no true love's kiss to break this one, huh, chim?'

and then bobby recruits eddie diaz: cursed to never lie.

he's found ways around it, though. fought hard against the gift given to him by a distant relative that thought it would do the diaz family some good. eddie's father taught him that skewing the truth did not equate to lying. and if there was a bit of truth within, eddie could get away with only a minor headache.

or a child and a marriage he was not prepared for.

so instead of having to share all his truths, eddie runs.

and he ran straight into the 118.

bobby, now curse-free thanks to his witch of a new wife, athena, sees eddie at the academy and recruits him. not because he's cursed, though, that's a bonus. eddie is a damn good firefighter. and his curse only aids in his abilities.

his bluntness is no match for buck.

and when he says, 'you can have my back any day,' he means it. it is not forced out of eddie just because it's the truth. and there is no skewing the fact that he will trust buck with his life again. over and over.

he doesn't yet realize how deep that statement shall run. eddie, not yet knowing of buck's curse, presents him with an option. a choice. not an order.

buck wants to have his back. there is no force behind it.

'or, you know, you could have mine.'

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #does this even make sense #firefam #buddie fic #911 fic #911 fox #I am so used to tagging 911 as 911 fox I'm gonna have to amend that huh #911 abc

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simpingland · 2 years

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Masterlist

House of the dragon

Harwin Strong

❤️‍🔥 "A proper back"

Ser Harwin finds himself protecting the younger sister of Princess Rhaenyra, Daenerys, a lonely girl who dedicates to get into trouble.

❤️‍🔥 "The Queen's horse with no name"

As the future Queen of Westeros, Elaena goes to the royal camp with the heavy crown no one wants her to carry in the future. Harwin may be the only true support of the Princess.

❤️‍🔥 "Into the Dragonpit"

Part 2 of The Queen's horse with no name. Ser Harwin is dragged into a simple mission. But dragons are scary and Breakbones need her princess to save the day. He ends the day holding a baby, and I know you all live for that...

❤️‍🔥"Queen of love, Queen of Beauty"

The tournament is happening and Ela can't help but feel anxious for his now, obvious and undeniable crush, Ser Harwin Breakbones Strong. But the man needs to be the first making the moves, doesn't he?

❤️‍🔥"The start of a dream"

Ela and Harwin hear wedding bells but things get complicated, good thing they love eachother.

❤️‍🔥"A beautiful reality"

Ela is pregnant, but starting a family is a complicated thing, thank the gods, Harwin will always be by her side, like he swore to, for his Queen.

❤️‍🔥 "Crown of soap"

Ser Harwin only wants to crown his wife as the Queen of Love and Beauty. And the problem is not that Daemon is his opponent, but that his wife does not want Harwin to win the tournament.

❤️‍🔥 Harwin being your secret lover headcannons. (Male!reader smut)

❤️‍🔥"How to fix an aching nose." (Smut)

Harwin cant believe his luck, married to a targaryan princess, being completely in love with her, her being madly in love with him...Not many believe his luck neither. Only his wife can prove him that its all real.

Aemond Targaryen

🥓 "Too young for war, too beautiful for battles"

Being Daemon's daughters wasn't easy, and Aemond knows that. But it's even harder to see your only friend denying his love for you. If only Alyssa knew that the prince was as much of a simp for her as she was for him...

🥓 "Wolfs and dragons, both have claws and teeth"

A Lannister forever bonded with her Stark mother, Evanna founds her traumas arise when she gets pregnant with his husband Aemond's first child. The Prince, in the other hand...well, he's quite cute about it.

🥓 "To conquer as dragons"

Saera is kept as a ward of the Queen when the King dies. She is left surrounded by her mother's enemies, but Aemond was never one of them. In the search of Aegon, confessions are made on the daylight and arranges are made in the afternoon.

🥓"Today was a win"

Saera and Aemond arrive at Dragonstone, after he decided on choosing Team Black out of her love for her. But Aemond is not welcome and Saera has to prove his good-will. Part 2 of To conquer as dragons but many can't read it, hope it makes sense still reading it as a stand alone.

🥓"A wound willing to heal"

After kneeling for Queen Rhaenyra, Aemond and Saera struggle to win the confidence of the family. An incident during training makes Luke change his way of seeing his uncle. Part 3 of "Today was a win" and the part 1 doesn't show in tumble but check out my AO3.

🥓"My one true King" Male!oc

Alys Dayne is the secret love of Aemonds life, the only one he could trust with his feelings after coming back from Storm's Ends. Would he think of him as a monster? Would he destroy the boy's life?

🥓"Come and rest"

Storms are Bryanne's biggest fears, aside from many other things. In the night, Aemond invite her to his chambers, promising to protect her from the storm and many other things.

🥓"Alliance of flowers and wings"

When Aemond offers Lyassandre Tyrell a visit to Highgarden, she doesn't expect the gentlemen he really his, little does she know, Aemond wants something out of the smartest lady on court.

🥓 "Taste of Wine and Smell of Lavender"

At that very intense dinner with the "Velaryon" boys, Ashara Dayne, betrothed with Prince Aemond wants to know why is he so stuck in the past. Meanwhile, Aemond is surprised by her true character and charisma.

🥓"Zālagon and Vhagar" Male!reader

You are the heir of a powerful valyrian House in Pentos. But the only thing you wished for was to fly day and night with your dragon. Only the lonely Prince Aemond can make the future look promising. Part 1

🥓"The Duty to Protect" Male!reader

After years as lovers in Essos, the peace is ended when they call for war. Aemond is left with the task of staying in the castle while he has to see the love of his life leave for battle. Angst +fluff. Part 2

🥓"The Rumors"

Aemond is forced to marry a woman he was more than happy to ignore. But her sarcasm, brain skills and a knee injury makes him feel a bit too passionate for her.

🥓"To dance only with you"

When Aemond goes to war, his wife is left in sorrow, pregnant and angry. When she visits him to apologise, she founds him with the famous Alys. Things fall apart in a minute but Aemond is determinated to fix it.

🥓"To imagine" (smut, modern AU)

Reader has been nothing but the the moon and Sun for Aemond, so when she breaks down for the first time in front of him, he just can't help but confess all she makes him feel.

🥓 "Hidden door to your bed" (smut)

Aemond and you have spend several years looking for each other's company, each other's touch. But the waiting has to come to an end, even if it means that Aemond has to look for the secret path to your room.

🌜"Flirting and sleeping" (Ewan Mitchell x fem!actress)

Playing Aemond's love interest have the perks of giving you a flirty partner during promotion and a comfortable shoulder to sleep on set.

Aegon Targaryen

🍷 "Love is Patient"

Moments before the coronation, Aegon's wife recalls her first memories with the Prince. Patience was key on this journey to make things right. And this patience let love to grow easily between them.

Jacaerys Velaryon

⚜️"Black and purple"

Gia and Jace have been bethroated since children, but the Targaryen boy feels to good to be true by a simple lady like Gia, that dinner in King's Landing make the naive boy see things more clearly.

⚜️"Giants and other tiny things"

When an invitation arrives from Casterly Rock, Jace will need the help of Daemon's ward. The lady, much more sociable and simple, will accept, despite (or precisely because) she is in love with him.

⚜️"The Punch and the Car" (smut)

Modern Au! Jacaerys Strong never liked the girl his mother adopted, and made his life's mission to let her know that. But years past and reader can't handle that much hate from someone as intense as him. Baela and Rhaena have an idea. Maybe there's part 2.

⚜️"Never Pretending"

Gaella Targaryen (Alicent's kid) and Jace Velaryon were friends long before they understood what green and black meant. When they meet again six years later, they realise that there was always something more to both the court and their own friendship.

⚜️"The guide and the companion"

Gaella runs from the greens, hoping to be welcomed by the Blacks and more specifically the Prince Jacaerys. The feelings are strong but even in the same side, both of them find themselves way to separated by the past.

⚜️"Nightmare"

The tour in search of allies start, and the tension between Gaella and Jace must stop for the same cause. But the first stop is avit more difficult for reasons they never imagined.

Lucerys Velaryon

🌊 "Alone together"

Y/N Celtigar and Luke have been betrothed for years, but the reader is having a hard time finding true friendship on Dragonstone. Some tutoring makes Luke change his mind about his wife to be.

🌊"Trust"

Luke is enchanted by a new young Knight. He is so desperate to impress his crush that he put himself in embarrasing situations.

🌊"Touch and Protection" (Male!reader)

Reader has spend more than six years in love with Lucerys. But only when the times get difficult, one has to protect the things we love the most.

Rhaenyra Targaryen

🖤"Combing her hair" (fem!reader)

Reader is too concentrated in the idea of being favored by Rhaenyra to notice that the Princess is actually, way too fond of her.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

The Last Kingdom

Osferth

✝️"The little lights"

Osferth has many reasons to keep his love for you a secret. But there is a limit to everything, and if can't marry you, then he will make his bows during a secret handfasting ceremony by the river.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Ted Lasso

Jamie Tartt

⚡️"Who is Higgings?"

Being new at Richmond is always complicated no matter how many times you have been there. One lonely Jamie Tartts grows font of Rebecca's new assistant.

PEACE AFTER THE STORM

A Lucemond Fanfic.

An apology is hidding under the belt of Lucerys Velaryion, prepared to be speak out loud in front of Aemond Targaryen. But the instant hate his uncle shows him makes him hide his feelings once more.

Violence keeps occurring between both boys and they will have to figure out how to go home after Aemond's chasing in the skies of Storm's End. This adventure puts on hold the Dance of the Dragons as the Princes are lost with nothing but eachothers company.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Feel free to let me know about a character you want me to write about. Yes, i put a fried becon to Aemond, soz. I don't do "x reader" but i can try it. I can also write about many other shows. Xx <3

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actualbird · 2 years

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I assume you've already noticed this, and I speak as a Vyn stan, so my info on the other 3 is a bit spotty. But I adore how in the interactions to gain affection, the points you get vary depending on who you are up against and how you perform. I'm gonna be speaking strictly about old maiden here.

SPOILERS FOR VYN'S STORY Vyn keeps questioning why you don't trust him and asks you to have faith in him. In old maiden, (this works best if you have only 2 cards remaining on Vyn's hand) if you tap between them enough times, he will tell you which card is or isn't the joker. He doesn't lie to you during this, and if you win, you gain more points, presumably because you used the "Vyn telling you the answer" mechanic. You trusted him, and he values that in you, which makes him happier.

Luke is also quite proud of himself and talks a lot about his achievements (as he should). So, when he is the one to lose in old maiden, you get less points, and he DEMANDS that you play again, and that he lost because he wasn't warmed up yet. And when he wins, he's super proud of himself (and obviously you gain more points).

I LOVE this. It's my favorite thing, istg

hullo anon!! i got this ask like, maybe a month ago (or more) but i have held off on answering it because i have nEVER NOTICED THESE AT ALL OMFG.....thus i embarked on a journey of playing cards with everybody to see for myself

god, vyn's fascinating to me, ESPECIALLY WITH UR RATIONALE!! you are so right, he super duper values mc's trust and thats very apparent as the stories happen but it is wild to me how they show this in the card game too my brain is buzzing.

i mostly spent time playing with artem and marius since u didnt mention them and i wanted to see their quirks and here is what i found out:

artem:

i sadly could not find many patterns in terms of dialog, i think the game was fucking with me. however,

artem has the tendency to go NO LIGHT IN EYES expression when i select a card thatd end up being the joker

and he tends to blush or don a Lovestruck expression when the selected card is not the joker

i found more out with marius

he just DEADASS LIES. when i was choosing between cards to pick for a while, he'll say "if i were you, i'd pick this one" once i have one card selected for a while. he only ever says this when the card selected ends up being the joker. he is Infuriating.

when he wins though he says a line i found interesting went like "can you see through the cards or something?" which is super fitting with his entire theme of how he can show his true self without all the masks to mc because he trusts her and she always sees through his games anyway

AND HERES SOMETHING THATS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER

both artem and marius (and also vyn) give you more affection points (+200) when mc wins against them. you get less affection (+100) when mc loses. all of them want her to win

exCEPT LUKE

U WERE RIGHT, I KNEW THIS COMING IN, BUT IM LOSING MY MIND THAT HES THE ONLY ONE??? AMONG ALL THE FOUR????

luke is so fucking competitive oh my god he always just wants to go another round whenever he loses please i CANNOT STAND HIM (translation: I ADORE HIM)

new headcanon: luke is the one who goes ballistic when the team plays monopoly all together. everybody but mc is shocked at how invested he gets and mc is just like "no, yeah, i grew up with this. hes ALWAYS LIKE THIS....."

#asks #anon #LUKE JUST TAKE THE L GOD AJHVFKJHSF

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ghost-rule0 · 11 months

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Lets imagen the trailblazer had to split his conciousness with the player making it basically guide the trailblazer on their journey by hinting them at the best options and helping with fight strategies.

Now in the case of a HI3 player the trailerblazer has always a nagging feeling when looking at varients of this specific bubble universe.

Imagen seeing a tear roll down tear cheeks, tho unnoticed by all others, as we first see the broken god slayer in hertas collection, how there heart clenches everytime we would to see himeko and how they would already start to see her as a parental figure. Yet unsure why they would feel that way.

A general feeling of happiness and familiarity would cross their mind once they see Seele and Bronya together. Talking to either of them would be always feel nostialgic and relaxing.

The moment cocolia would show up the trainblazer would get un unsure feeling what to do, but due to the players influence he instincifly choose to distrust her.

The player wouldnt be really noticed by the trailblazer since they itselfe didn't have a speaking role since every option in game could somehow come from the MC making nothing really out of character. The Player would be less seen as puppeteer but more as like the trailblazers voice of reason. Who to trust and what felt and didn't feel right mostly was thanks to the players influence.

Since 1.1 isn't out yet I can only speculate how the meeting with sushang and Luocha would turn out but I can say that Luocha would defenitifly would also raise slight alarm bells or just some slight distrust due to the fact he looks like ottos long lost twin.

And if the player already knew that the translation of his name was literally one of ottos alias they would BEG that trailblazer would stay on save distance from him. No matter what actions he would take in game player would just be over protectiv for MC and the team she would BEG to stay as far as possible away.

Sushang is always a ray of sunshin so that's just the same reaction as to bronya and seele, seeing old friends BUT THE PHEONIX?? SHE USES IN HER ULT.

The trailblazer would CLING to that thing player is just so so so so happy to see the dumb fat lil chimk.

Bonus for some minor elements I noticed:

One would be that the player would instantly see Kiana or Kevin (mattering in what gender you picked) since not only both use the iconic Kaslana bat but also the fact the fire MC uses the sword. For Caelus it would remind her of Kevin using the Cleaver of Shamash and Stelle of Kiana in her Herrscher of Flamescion form. (The fact when they shield she uses the EXACT same pose as Kiana in the HOF art makes it even worse sob)

The second thing would be listening to welt, talking once of twice of the fact he has seen "a word where humanity faced against great danger but managed to win" (cant exactly the exact sentaence he said). The player would instincifly think about what would he could Potential mean, beeing the Honkai Impact 3rd Universe he came from but the fact he mentions them multiple times as a example just makes their heart swell. You can clearly read how proud he is of the valkeryies and every human that didn't give up against the honkai that he specifically chooses them to motivate other civilisations to not loose hope (hands his dailoge for the belebog story arc end)

Generally ever player playing Star Rail would be a good guidance for the trailblazer since they already have a good a sense of who to beware or (Yanqing excluded since I just beg they don't make him kill his master or Marshall Hua here too)

#honkai impact #honkai star rail #rambles #idk maybe fic idea #kiana my beloved #I HAVE NOTHING TO DO ANYMORE I AM LV 53 FOR GODS SAKE

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jamlavender · 2 years

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Despite his stern, cold demeanour, I do believe that, at his core, Lord Asriel is an optimist. I mean, to spend your life doggedly pursuing the impossible aim of dethroning actual God, for which the near-first step is blowing holes in the very fabric of the universe, all to usher in a new age that prizes curiosity, love and freedom, must require a considerable amount of confidence and good cheer, even if to many it just looks overblown and arrogant. And so when it comes to his affair with Mrs Coulter, I believe that Asriel really thought until the bitter end that he might win her over and that they might fight for his cause as a team (and if you follow their story until its last beat, he did succeed eventually). He knew that she loved him, that they were formidable together, that her commitment to the Church was megalomaniacal more than it was ideological. So when I consider their early love affair, I imagine that it took a lot for him to truly grasp that their love was not enough, and that she wasn’t going to choose him, even if the cost of that was his livelihood or his life. To me, the moment everything fell apart for him emotionally (and financially, of course) was after Edward’s murder, when he was faced with the miserable truth that even with the obstacle of her husband out of her way, even with her own reputation shattered, even when all he’d done was protect the baby and himself, she still left him to the wolves, walked away, and abandoned the only surviving piece of them to be poisoned and abused by the Church (that’s also, incidentally, how I imagine Lyra’s conception always functioned for him: more than anything, she was a proxy for his and Marisa’s relationship, and so Marisa’s rejection of the baby stung not because he cared deeply for the child, but because it was such a cruel knife in his own side). Before that, he’d been so rich, so privileged, so wilful, that everything and anything could be achieved, and the future looked so brilliant. I think she just crushed his heart to a pulp, and that on some level, he never recovered. Aah, I never get sick of writing about these two. Never!

#lord asriel #hdm meta #I don't mean this to be Asriel apologia post #man sucks #but that pre-affair I do imagine him being quite cheerful #because things so often were going his way #and that post-affair was when the real sternness set in #because it changed him fundamentally to have his heart broken like that #love man #so beautiful so brutal

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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My Best Friend

For @aislinnstanaka 💛 my giftee

Hope x MC

Hope was her best friend.

That’s the way it’s always been, ever since they were six.

Alecto had been there for her, through every heartbreak, every failed test, every fight with her dad or her sisters. And all the achievements too. National Honor Society. Model UN championship wins.

And Hope had been there for her. She was the first person Alecto came out to. She was there when she got her heart handed back to her by the Swedish exchange student because he had to move back home, and the Aussie girl that decided the boy on the football team was more her speed. When her first glasses came in and she felt so self conscious she tried to avoid wearing them- only to walk into the doorway of their secondary school homeroom. Winning the spelling bee and science fair- all the way up to the last one in their senior year.

They had always been inseparable. They were Alecto&Hope. They were an item.

Listening to music- though they always argue over who showed who Taylor Swift first.

Watching movies and both falling a little in love with Heath Ledger’s character in 10 Things I Hate About You.

Singing and dancing in their rooms- Hope was always better than her at singing, but she had the better dance moves.

Feeding the ducks at the park, even though Hope never did quite understand why Alecto took pictures every time they went, but had to admit some of them looked like they could hang in galleries.

They always talked about the flat they’d share, even if all they had for kitchen utensils were the pans that always burnt the food, and Hope had to live off takeaway when Alecto wasn’t home to cook. They talked about the way they’d decorate, little bits of each other spreading through their shared spaces.

Lucas was the first time Alecto realized that while it was her dream to live with Hope and spend those moments together, Hope may have those dreams with someone else. With a boy.

When they applied to college, they only applied to the same ones. And would only go to the one that accepted them both.

Thankfully their top choice did.

It had caused a rift in Hope’s long term relationship. Lucas was going to university on the other side of the country, and Hope had been accepted there as well. But when she had to choose between chasing her boyfriend and chasing her best friend? Lucas lost. So she lost him. But she was always adamant that if he couldn’t understand her choice, it wasn’t much of a loss.

Alecto felt bad that she felt relieved. Lucas had always seemed possessive of Hope, like he knew what feelings lived in Alecto’s heart that she had never spoken aloud.

Not like they mattered. Hope never entertained the idea that she might not be completely straight, so it was never as though Alecto’s feelings were a threat.

“Lec! I think this is the last box!” Hope called as she dropped it unceremoniously onto the bed of their shared dorm, before she collapsed right beside it.

Alecto looked at her, giggling, “Is it mine or yours that you might’ve just broken stuff in?”

“Hopefully yours if anything broke.” Hope laughed back. “God, can you believe we’re here?”

“Finally!” She sighed, dropping next to her best friend. “Ready to have the best start to freshman year ever?”

“Can there be a better start than the scavenger hunt that led to us trying to climb the statue in the fountain in the park?”

Alecto cackled, “You almost got us arrested for that!”

“Your dad would’ve bailed us out, he was the Sheriff and all. Besides, we were fourteen! They would’ve called our parents at worst.” She commented back, “Besides, I had been right! The clue was up there!”

“Yeah, but poor Jo sprained her ankle when she landed on the ground trying to jump from it.”

The girls giggled amongst themselves, tangled together on Hope’s bed. Alecto forced the blush away from her cheeks when she saw her up close, only a few inches away, announcing it was time for Freshman Welcome Week to begin to have a reason to pull away.

One of the things on Hope’s bucket list has always been to join a sorority, but, as in all things in life, you couldn’t get Hope without Alecto.

Which was a problem.

Sorority after sorority there was something about one of them that wasn’t good enough. One didn’t like Hope’s braids. Another didn’t think Alecto was tough enough. The next said they didn’t ‘fit the image’ they were going for. Hope was ready to remove it from her bucket list altogether, screw crossing it off.

And then they found their saving grace- in the form of an energetic, bubbly blonde.

Chelsea greeted them, almost over enthusiastically. She gushed about how she wished she could do braids for her fellow sisters that looked as nice as Hope’s, praised how sweet she thought Alecto was, everything they’d been wanting to hear from sorority presidents all afternoon. “This is the only chapter of the sorority out there right now.” She said finally as she began her actual recruitment pitch, “Most girls join a sorority because they want some level of feeling like they’re exclusive. Like they were chosen over someone else. But I don’t like that.” She shook her vehemently, her blonde locks tossing back and forth, “I founded this sorority my freshman year because I want to welcome everyone into it. Now, unfortunately, since we aren’t recognized by other chapters as a serious sorority, the school won’t grant us a building on Greek Row. But I’ve already received funding from alumnus and purchased the large house straight across from campus.” She directed their attention to a bright pink building behind them, “Sisters are welcome to live there if they choose, but we don’t have a house mother, so we’re responsible for cleaning up after ourselves. I divide the tasks evenly each week, none of that ‘the newbies have to clean the toilets every week’ BS. You’re also welcome to continue living in the dorms and only join us for events and sister bonding. We do have rushing and pledging- but you’re guaranteed acceptance just for participating. I refuse no one. So…are you interested?”

The two girls looked at her hopeful face, then at each other, and Hope grinned, “How soon does rushing start?”

Chelsea squealed, pulling them both into a hug before handing them shirts- also pink- with the house’s symbols emblazoned on the front. They did decide to move into the house- so long as they could still be roommates.

Hope met Noah a month into the year, and he was just as smart and kind as Alecto expected from someone that was her best friend’s perfect type. He knew she was named after one of the Furies from Greek tales. He had called her implacable and unceasing, though Alecto never knew why he thought it made sense, or what the look he sent to Hope meant. But as fear took over that she’d have to watch her best friend fall in love again, Alecto distanced herself by spending time with Shannon, a girl in her history class. It didn’t have the inside jokes or easily understood shared glances that an old friendship did, but it was nice.

It wasn’t until winter break that Alecto realized how much distance she’d put between them.

She was laying on the bed in her father’s house, feet kicked up in the air, when a knock came from the door and she called that it was open.

Hope walked in, and they both immediately froze.

Since when did one of them knock for the other?

Little things that wouldn’t mean anything to an outsider meant so much to them as they noticed how out of place they felt.

They spent their entire break getting back to the intimate holes they had left in each other’s lives.

When school started again, their sorority president kept an eye on them. She had seen one without the other so much before the holidays, she was afraid they’d fall victim to the ideology of letting go of the past to chase the future. Chelsea had seen what college did to childhood friendships. Some people would call her naïve, but she truly thought these two could beat the odds. She could be airheaded and a ditzy blonde, but Chelsea was never stupid. She had seen the lingering looks each of them missed the other throw their way.

When Alecto found Noah in the library halfway through the new semester, she never expected to find him with his tongue down someone’s throat. More than anything, she didn’t expect it to be someone other than Hope.

But they were finally back to normal, right? She needed to tell her, didn’t she?

Alecto picked up a bottle of wine, warned Chelsea that they may need some sister bonding that weekend, and slowly tore the bandaid away as the bottle emptied.

“No!” Hope had gasped, “Poor Priya.”

“Priya?”

“Yeah, his girlfriend? She was in my business class, she introduced me to him cause she felt like he needed more friends. I thought you met her.”

Alecto shook her head, gesturing to Hope’s phone until a picture was pulled up, “Oh. Well then I guess good news is that he’s not cheating.”

Hope giggled under the influence of the wine, “If you didn’t know her, who did you think he was cheating on?”

“You!” Alecto laughed, “He’s literally your ideal type on paper.”

“Oh, that,” Hope waved her hand dismissively as she filled her glass again, “I gave that type up forever ago when someone that sure didn’t fit it wormed their way into my heart in a way I didn’t expect.” The soft look in her eye left Alecto fighting to breath.

It couldn’t be, right? After hiding her feelings for years…

“Do I know them?” She asked, gulping back her nerves.

Hope shrugged, “I’m not sure,” the playful smirk on face didn’t quite match her tender eyes, but it was a look that was so genuinely Hope. “Learned to love TSwift. Is essentially a certified water fowl photographer. Sings like a muppet but can dance like she was meant to be on stage.”

Alecto’s glasses were already fogging up, she couldn’t remember when they had leaned so close, “Hmm. Sounds like they’d be great someone to know.”

Hope giggled breathlessly, the heat of it skimming over Alecto’s skin, “Oh yeah? How so?”

“TSwift posters filling their shared flat. Someone to take walks in the park with, and you know they’re good with a camera for candids.” Hope giggled again, “Willing to cook for you when you inevitably muck up the instant gravy again during the holidays.”

Hope pressed her forehead to Alecto’s, “I love you, Lec. It’s always been you.”

“I love you, too, Hope. Let’s hope we remember this when we sober up in the morning.”

Hope hummed, “Let’s save our first kiss until then.” Before Alecto could reply, she felt Hope’s breathing even out against her arm where it was curled around her.

“In the morning, indeed.”

Come morning, Hope didn’t even let Alecto brush her teeth before she confirmed the confession was real, and she stole the air from her best friend’s lungs.

Masterlist

@justtuesdays @sunshinejihyun

#litg #litg season 2 #litg hope #litg hope x mc #no villa au #childhood best friends to lovers #best friends to lovers #s2litgexchange

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