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nootnootbitch · 3 years

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My Hero Academia Boys

—dating headcanons—

I’m sorry!! In this one I only have Kirishima, Deku, Todoroki, and Bakugou I’ll be posting more for other characters soon!

Kirishima, as tough as his quirk is, is a total softie.

Kirishima 100% has a schedule for his training and studying for school . So when he started dating you, he made sure to add spending time with you to the schedule.

He likes to show you off sometimes. Not too much, especially if you’re not comfortable. But enough for other people, like his friends for example, to notice how amazing you are.

“Hey, Bakugou! Did you see her during training? She was a beast! That’s my girl!”

He definitely is always texting or calling you to check up. If you don’t answer after a while he starts to worry he might’ve done something to anger you. So he’ll come to your dorm in a frantic manner asking you if you’re okay and apologizing in case he actually did do something to make you upset.

He is a motivator. If you ever feel like you can’t something just go to the manliest guy at UA. When you feel down about yourself or feel like you’re not doing good, he’ll remind you about all the obstacles you overcame to get to your current position. He’ll remind you of how strong you are.

“Listen, I know you’re feeling pretty low. But just think of how far you’ve come! We’ve all been through a lot. Just remember to keep forward! And keep smiling. Whenever you feel weak, remember you’re strong. And I’m proud of you so you should be proud of yourself too. “

Kirishima would love any kind of date where he can show off. For example, say a carnival or a fair. He’d like playing all the dumb little games and winning prizes for you, as cliche as it is.

Kirishima is not jealous. He doesn’t think he has a reason to be. But...he is really protective. One time you guys were walking and you noticed a group of guys staring at you inappropriately. Naturally, you felt uncomfortable. Kirishima picked up on this and went straight to put a stop to it.

“Hey guys! Stop staring at her like that. Seriously. It’s wrong. What you’re doing is childish. And if you can’t respect her then how can you call yourself a real man. Don’t make me have to pick a fight.”

Kirishima is always picking you up. Whether it’s bridal style or him throwing you over his shoulder, he’ll do it. He wants to show you how strong he is and he knows you secretly like it a little. He really just likes to hold you. He loves being big spoon. Something about holding your warm body in his arms just makes his heart flutter. But he probably wouldn’t tell you that.

Kirishima’s favorite places to kiss you are you’re forehead and your cheek. These places are easy to reach and quick to get to. He kisses you a lot. Almost every time he sees you. Usually not around his friends though because for some reason they all go wild. Except for Bakugou. He just calls Kirishima soft. Which is quite the opposite of the truth according to his quirk. Haha.

Yes, Eijiro Kirishima. There’s nobody more perfect.

Midoriya is a sweet boy.

Midoriya spends as much time with you as possible. He does spend a lot of time training and studying though because of his goal so don’t be surprised if he forget a date or two. Don’t worry! He’ll make up for it.

Midoriya is constantly in awe that you’re with him. He never says it because he’s kind of a nervous wreck but he’s so happy to be with you. You give him a few more reasons to more confident in himself.

“I’m really glad to have you. Sometimes I wonder how I got you to be mine. You’re so amazing!”

Midoriya is always worried that he might be do something wrong. You have to tell him sometimes that he just needs to let loose so you’ll give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek while reassuring him that everything is fine and you can see him get less tense. Well you can see him get less tense after the blush on his cheeks goes away from kiss you left on his face.

“ Haha. That kiss helped a bit.I just didn’t want to mess anything up. You sure everything is good?”

You and Midoriya will have training dates. No objections. Or maybe it’ll start off as training and then just end up with you guys goofing around. Which he actually really enjoys because it keeps him from stressing about things.

Midoriya loves when you play with his hair. For some reason caressing your fingers through that messy fro of his just send a nice sensation going throughout his body.

“Hey, uh- can you do that thing you do? You know when you run your fingers through me hair. It always feels really nice!”

He kisses you on your shoulder or the side of your head. Again it’s quick and easy. He’s always running off somewhere, whether it’s class or to hang out with All Might or to train by himself. So when he’s running past he makes sure to drop a peck or two on your shoulder or the side of your head.

Bakugou is a tough love guy.

He spends way too much time study and training to stay at the top of class. Often he’ll invite you over to work on homework together or he’ll help you train while he’s training.

Bakugou doesn’t like when other people compliment you. He does get jealous. Not extremely jealous but it does show. Once you were sitting and talking with Kaminari. Kaminari randomly said, “You look really pretty today.”. When Bakugou heard this he stomped over and grabbed your hand to pull you up.

“She already knows that you idiot. I tell her all the time. She doesn’t need a reminder from you. Go drool over somebody else’s girl.”

Bakugou is a homebody. His favorite kind of dates aren’t those ones where you go out and get all dressed up. If that’s what you want, he’s more than happy to oblige but he’ll probably make it seem like he doesn’t want to go so he doesn’t come off as eager. Bakugou really prefers dates where it’s just you too alone together and all comfy. Maybe watching a movie or binge watching a tv series.

Bakugou doesn’t use his phone much. So you don’t usually text or FaceTime him. And when you do it’s late at night. He’s no night owl so when you span his phone at 2am in the morning he does NOT shy away from telling you to go to bed. The text will say something like:

“GO TO BED DUMBASS. THERE IS LITERALLY SCHOOL TOMORROW. GOODNIGHT IDIOT!!”

Bakugou likes put his hands on your hips. It’s almost like he does it for comfort. He does it so often that you don’t even notice anymore when he comes up silently behind you and places his calloused hands on you hips.

He likes to kiss you on your neck. He will never do it in front of other people though so don’t expect it. He’s not a PDA guy. He shows you how much he cares when it’s just you two alone.

Todoroki is really chill

He spends a lot his free time with you. And sometimes he uses it as an excuse to avoid his father.

Todoroki is the type of guy who I can see being just a little clingy. He l be ike to hug you. A lot. In fact he’s attached to you almost all the time. There’s something about your soft skin that make Todoroki just want to cling on for dear

He likes to take you out on dates for soba. You guys will go to a shop and he’ll order soba for the both of you. Once he didn’t realize that he had some soba sticking to his chin. You noticed and pointed it out as you wiped it away. Sometimes he’ll let some get on his chin in hopes that you’ll wipe it off for him again. He’d probably say this, the first two sentences sounding badly scripted in his head:

“Oh do I have some on my face again? Darn it. Could you maybe wipe it off for me? Thanks.”

He’s really observing. He’ll be ranting about his dad when he notices how your mood has changed.

“And my father really— wait. What’s wrong? Did I say something? Are you okay? C’mere.”

When he does kiss you, he also does it on the cheek. He doesn’t kiss you often though. I don’t know I just really see him being a hugger.

THE END

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kalimagik · 4 years

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Ronald?

Ron Weasley x Reader

Word Count: <2K

Warnings: None I think...

A/N: So I have a very large soft spot for Ron Weasley in my heart. I love him oh so much, so here’s a little take of mine on when Lavender Brown kisses Ron after that one faithful quidditch match 6th year. (I know she had some good qualities, but she’s always bothered me) Anyways....if you enjoy reading, you know the drill, like, reblog, comment, or even follow! Happy Reading <3<3

Reposting because the tags weren’t working

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Y/N pushed around the food on her plate as she waited for her friends in the Great Hall. She’d been at Hogwarts for 5 years and was completing her 6th year with hopes that it would be a lot more calm. Every year had been something and after the year everyone endured with Umbridge as Headmaster, she could really use a break. Of course, not everything about the chaos had been bad. She’d gained friends like Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Harry and had even started dating the youngest Weasley brother. Yes, Ron could be daft sometimes, but he really did show that he cared for her and never failed to make her laugh. They kept their relationship pretty lowkey, but those who knew them best knew how happy they were together.

“What? Is the food bad today?” Ginny asked as she sat down next to Y/N, Neville close behind.

“No, I’m just super nervous for the Quidditch match today. Ron was tossing and turning all night. I just want him to do well,” Y/N spurted without any breaths.

“I’m sure he will! He’s been doing great in practice!” Ginny encouraged.

“I know. But after Hermione told me that she had used that charm to help him, I’m just worried about his confidence....oh shh. Here he comes! Good morning, babe!” Y/N smiled as the redhead sat next to her and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Good morning, love! The nerves are getting to me, but hopefully they’ll go away!” He responded.

“I know you’ll do great! Don’t you worry,” she charmed.

Hermione and Harry made their way into the Great Hall and joined the rest of the group. Ron seemed to be doing well until Seamus and Dean came over.

“Ron! We’re expecting a lot from you today! Gryffindor needs this win!”

“You’ve got it mate!”

“Is there really that much pressure on me?” Ron asked Harry.

That’s when Y/N noticed that he stopped stuffing his face, something that was very bizarre for Ron.

“Ron. You’re looking kind of pale...” Hermione pointed out.

And that’s when Y/N saw Harry pull something out of his pocket. It looked familiar, but she wasn’t sure what it was.

“Harry?” Luna asked, sliding in with her large lion head, “what did you put in Ron’s drink?”

Ron looked up with wide eyes. Had Harry just put the luck potion in Ron’s drink?

“Harry! That’s got to be against the rules!” Hermione gasped.

“What? I just thought he could use a bit of luck to calm the nerves. That’s all,” Harry stayed simply.

“Ron, you can’t drink that!” Y/N insisted.

“Common, it won’t make that big of a difference!” Ron replied as he took a large gulp from his goblet.

Y/N couldn’t help but shake her head. Didn’t she say that he could be daft.

Down at the pitch, Y/N snuck into the changing rooms before the match started to wish Ron luck, even though he probably had enough.

“Y/N, what are you doing in here?” Ginny whispered.

“I just wanted to wish Ron luck. Is he around?”

Ginny rolled her eyes before pointing to where Ron was. She didn’t know how Ron got a girlfriend, but she sure was happy it was Y/N. She was just great for him.

“Y/N/N! What are you doing in here? Not that it’s a bad thing, I’m happy to see you!”

Y/N grinned as Ron stumbled over his words.

“I just wanted to wish you luck before your first match! I’ll be cheering for you up in the stands!”

Y/N stood on tiptoe in order to give him a kiss. She was going for a simple one, but Ron placed a hand on the back of her head, holding her in for an even longer one.

“I definitely needed that for luck,” he winked as she ran off to get a good spot in the stands.

The match was CRAZY! Ron was doing such a fantastic job! He was blocking every shot on the posts, got the quaffle to the chasers without any problem, and even spun around his broom to block a shot! He was on fire! Y/N was so proud of him, even if Harry had slipped him some good luck potion. (She really hoped he hadn’t)

“GRYFFINDOR WINS! Potter has caught the golden snitch! What a fantastic match here at Hogwarts!” The announcer called over the loudspeakers.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, well she could, but her boyfriend played so WELL!!! She couldn’t wait to get back to the Common Room to celebrate with him and the rest of the team.

“Y/N, you coming?” Hermione asked as Y/N stopped in the entrance of the Common Room, “Y/N?”

Why had she stopped? Just a minute ago, the entire Gryffindor house was chanting Ron’s name and Y/N had been excited to go in. What changed was all Hermione could think. That’s when she turned and saw it. Lavender Brown had gotten up on the table and kissed Ron. Hermione turned back to Y/N and she was gone.

As Y/N had stood there in shock, all she could whisper was “Ronald?” and run away before the tears began to fall.

“Harry? Did you see which way Y/N went?” Hermione asked hurriedly.

“No, why?” Harry asked cluelessly.

“Look,” Hermione pointed up to where Lavender was hanging onto Ron.

“That bloody fool,” Harry said, “ummm, she may have gone this way. Let’s go.”

Hermione and Harry rushed from the Common Room to try and find Y/N.

“Do you have the Maunderer’s map with you?” Hermione asked after they couldn’t find Y/N anywhere.

“Oh, good idea!”

Harry searched his robes to pull out the old piece of parchment.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” he said with his wand in the center.

Black ink began to spread across the parchment and the pair opened it quickly to find Y/N’s footsteps in the castle.

“Harry, look. There she is!” Hermione pointed to the two stationary footprints in the East Tower on the Astronomy Tower steps.

“Common,” Harry replied quickly as he folded the parchment and grabbed Hermione’s arm.

“Y/N? Are you still here?” She asked as they got closer.

There was no reply except for the sniffles in the dark.

“Lumos,” Harry said, emitting a bright light from his wand.

“Oh, Y/N. Are you okay?” Hermione asked worriedly.

“Oh, hi guys,” Y/N whispered as she wiped her eyes, “if you wouldn’t mind, I would kind of like to be left alone...”

Hermione completely ignored that request and ran over to hug her. Harry was quick to sit on the other side.

“I’m sorry. He’s just so daft. There is no way he meant it,” Harry tried to explain.

Y/N was just silent. It had still happened though. Not to mention, Harry and Hermione had come to find her and she didn’t even know if he had left the oh so grand celebration yet.

“Harry, that’s not helping! Y/N, has anyone else been through here?”

“Just Peeves and Nearly Headless Nick. Peeves threw stuff at me and told me to stop crying. Nick went away when I asked him to. But those are just ghosts...”

“I’m sure he’s wondering where you are,” Harry tried again.

“Well then where is he?”

“Y/N?” a voice came from the bottom of the astronomy steps.

“That’s him,” Hermione whispered, “so you want us to leave?”

“I don’t know...” Y/N drew out.

“Love, please. I know you’re up there...” he called out again.

“We’re up here, Ron,” Harry finally gave in and called, “I’m sorry. He is my best friend. He deserves a chance to explain.”

“Oh thank goodness. Y/N/N, love, I’ve been looking for you everywhere...how long have you been gone?” He asked as he came up the steps.

Y/N didn’t even want to look up at him. She couldn’t if she didn’t want to start crying again.

“Guys, could you give us a moment please?” Ron pleaded to his two friends.

Hermione looked at Y/N for permission, wanting to make sure her best friend would be okay with him. She nodded her head. Knowing she’d have to hear him out at some point.

Ron waited until the two had left before he started talking.

“Y/N, please, please, please talk to me. It didn’t mean anything. She came out of nowhere and everyone was celebrating and pushing in, not giving me any room. I promise, love, I didn’t kiss back. She finally let go and I looked around for you and you were gone. Love, I would never want to hurt you!”

“Ron, as much as I want to believe you, it still hurts. So, so much. It felt like my heart was being stabbed. I know we’ve been staying low key, but I thought enough people knew. Lavender knew what she was doing. And it lasted so long. You are so much bigger. You could’ve pulled away. It could’ve not happened...” Y/N could feel the heat behind her eyes, the puffiness Of her cheeks, and the tears that began to roll down.

Ron’s heart began to shatter. How could he have let this happen. He should have been thinking and not caught up in the celebration. He didn’t do it on purpose. He couldn’t lose her.

“Y/N. Please, I’m begging you, try to understand. I can’t lose you!”

He grabbed her one shoulder and used his other hand to lift her head so she would look at him. He looked into her E/C eyes and wanted to pull her in close when he saw the tears.

“Why can’t you lose me? I wouldn’t be very hard to replace...” Y/N tried to look down again.

“Don’t you dare say that. Y/N, you are everything to me. You’re smart, supportive, you see me for me, and you somehow know how to protect me even when I go on those ridiculous adventures following Harry... Y/N,” he paused for a moment, “Y/N. I love you.”

That got her to look up. He had never said that to her before. They’d been together for nearly a year and neither could figure out how or when to tell the other how they felt.

“You what, Ron?” She stuttered.

“I love you Y/N!” He said a lot louder.

That put a small smile on her face. He really was a goof....

“Will you please, please, please forgive me?” He asked again, taking both of her hands in his.

“I love you too, Ron. I love you so much...”

Ron couldn’t stop himself from beaming. That made him take her face in his hands and pull her lips to his. He hated the circumstances that he had to tell her, but he had felt this was for so long. His heart was content and he knew that he couldn’t mess it up. Y/N had him wrapped around her finger and could completely break him if she went away.

Y/N broke the kiss off and looked Ron dead in the eyes.

“I will have you know that if Lavender ever comes near you again, I will sock her in the face!”

Ron let out a loud laugh, appreciating his girlfriend’s feistiness.

“Oh you could take her any day! Want to go back and celebrate now?”

“Are you okay if we stay here for a little while, just the two of us?” She asked him with wide eyes.

He just smiled as he brought her in close again, “I hoped you’d say that.”

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yayeetsonny · 4 years

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“I’m sorry, What?”~ USWNT x Baby Reader

Prompt: Team finds out Baby R has a girlfriend.

Requested by: @rainbowpants27

I know you requested this ages ago, sorry about the wait!

No ones PRO//

The players on the USWNT were some of the best in the world, there was no doubt about that. On the field they were a force to be reckon with and when doing interviews or press conferences they made sure to maintain a certain degree of professionalism. Off the field and away from flashing cameras and microphones was a different story…

Their fanbase often knows just how crazy they can be and they often exhibit “crackhead” behavior. The age range of the team is from 36 to the youngest at 17. When it comes to their young teammates they get extremely protective and sometimes a little nosy. One such example of this was the day they found out their youngest teammate Y/N L/N had a girlfriend that she hid from them for an entire year.

Alyssa PRO//

I was heading down to the bus because we had practice soon and they told all of us to start boarding. When I got there I noticed that almost everyone was there, everyone except the youngest Y/N.

“Hey, guys?”

“Yeah Lys?”

“Where’s Y/N?”

Everyone stopped talking and began looking around for her but when they realized she was no where to be found they started to worry.

“Has anyone seen her today?”

“Yeah, just before I left our room.” Abby said

“Was she okay when you left?” Tierna asked worriedly

“Yeah, she said she’d be down in a sec and to not wait for her.”

“How long ago was that?”

“10 minutes?”

“We have to leave in 5, I’m going to look for her.” I said throwing my stuff on the bus, getting the card to her room and sprinting back into the hotel.

I made it to the floor our rooms were on and used the key card Abby had given me to open the door. When I did I heard Y/N talking quietly to someone, she didn’t seem to know I was there but what I heard her say next had me extremely worried.

“No, I can’t tell the team.”

The was a pause before she spoke again.

“Because they’ll freak out and get all protective.”

Another even longer pause.

“I just… I can’t. I- ”

“Y/N?” I decided to interrupt and make my presence known.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard me and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I gotta go, sorry!” She rushed out before quickly hanging up on the other person.

“Hey Alyssa! What’s up?”

“I just came up here to see if you were okay since we have to leave in 5 minutes and Abby said you told her you’d be down over 10 minutes ago.”

“Oh, yeah sorry about that. I just had to make a quick phone call.”

“To who?” I asked as we started running to the elevators to get back down to the bus.

“Just a friend.” She said a little too quickly

I Just nodded in acknowledgement as we made it down just in time and got on the bus.

“Jesus, there you guys are. What took so long? We almost left without you.” Alex said from her seat next to Kelley.

“Just got caught up on the phone.” Y/N replied

I could tell she was nervous and so could everyone else, she was avoiding eye contact and fidgeting quite a lot.

“Everything okay?” Christen asked concerned

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Everything is fine.”

We all let it go after that but I knew everyone was still sending worried glances her way. I needed to tell the others about the conversation I overheard and we would need to find a way to get her to tell us what was going on. Normally I would stay out of things and mind my business but when it concerned our youngest player, someone who I considered a little sister to me those rules were null and void. I knew the rest of the team felt the same, the older players even more so.

We got to the practice facility after a short ride and after getting off and going to the locker room to deposit my stuff I went out onto the field and joined the circle of players that had gathered in the middle.

“Are you guys worried about Y/N too or is that just me?” Abby asked

Everyone said that they too were worried and began talking about what could possibly be going on, some imagining some really bad scenarios and others reminding everyone that she was a nervous kid and that whatever it was, was probably not as bad as they were thinking. I had stayed quiet for the most part but finally decided to tell everyone what I heard earlier.

“Guys wait. Okay so before I tell you what I am going to, I need everyone to take a deep breath and let me finish talking before asking questions, okay?”

They all agreed and then I told them about what I overheard her say on the phone.

“And you’re sure she said “I can’t tell the team.”?” Mal asked

“Yes positive.”

“And you absolutely sure she said we’d “Freak out. And get all protective?” She said those exact words?” Alex asked

“Yes, guys I swear that’s word for word what she said to whoever was on the other line.”

“Well now I’m even more concerned.” Tobin said

We all knew that sometimes when something bad was happening or she was in trouble at school she didn’t tell us right away. Her home life wasn’t the greatest so our reasons for concern that she was keeping something from us were understandable.

“Okay, everyone listen up.” Carli said, using her “Captain voice”

“I know you’re all worried, and so am I but we have to let her come to us and we can not… I repeat can. Not. Jump to conclusions. Understood?”

We all agreed and went about our usual practice routines. Y/N emerged for the locker room shortly after Carli finished talking and joined the circle on the field.

“What did I miss, guys?” She said completely oblivious to what we had been talking about.

“Not much kid, just asking anyone if they had seen my shin guards.” Carli said, ruffling her hair.

“Come on, kid, come do some passing drills with me.” Alex said whisking her away.

We continued on through practice and the younger players were goofing around with Y/N when given the chance, she seemed more at ease than before. When we finished and headed back to the hotel we all decided to do a game night in Abby and Y/N’s room.

After much convincing Vlatko and the other coaching staff agreed to let us order pizza and eat other junk foods. “but this counts as your cheat day for this week.” He told us and we agreed that, that was a fair sacrifice to make. We ordered a bunch of pizzas and sent Megan, Becky and Allie on a snack run. When they returned that brought with them everyones favorites, ranging from candy, chocolate and ice cream to different kinds. Of chips and cookies. The hotel staff probably thought we were having a party and regret letting 23 teenagers/childlike adults into their hotel.

We played all of the stereotypical party games such as spin the bottle, truth or dare, never have I ever and so on. We also split into different groups to play cards or board games, making bets on who would win or lose the most and some also took to playing Mario kart and other games on the Nintendo Switch Tobin brought along. All in all it was pretty fun night but I could help but still worry and wonder about Y/N. I noticed that while she was having a lot of fun, she was also spending a significant amount of time looking at her phone, sometimes she would get this really big cheesy grin on her face and other times she would look slightly worried or anxious, it was slightly confusing and I could tell Ali and Ashlyn had caught onto it too.

Things took a turn however when Lindsey noticed Y/N lost in her phone and she snatched it out of her hand.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Who are you talking to that’s more important than us?”

“No one. Just give me back my phone.”

“No, don’t think I will.” She said while laughing, getting up to run away.

“Lindsey! Give it back!”

Y/N got up and jumped on her back trying to wrestle it out of her hands. At first we thought it was funny but when we saw that Y/N was actually upset we started to try to get them to break it up.

“Guys, stop it!”

“Then tell Lindsey to give me back my phone!”

“I just wanna know who you’re talking to!”

“None of your fucking business Horan!”

Becky, myself, Julie and Tobin all stood in between them as Alex, Christen, Mal and Rose pulled Y/N away and Crystal, Emily, Jessica, and Megan did the same for Lindsey. Everyone else just stood and waited.

“Everyone needs to settle down. Now.” Carli said leaving no room for anyone to argue.

“Okay but she fucking- ”

“Hey watch your mouth.” Alex chided

“No! She took my phone and I want it back.”

“Y/N, calm down. Take a deep breath.” Christen said

She and the others were still holding Y/N back, Alex had a firm grip on her waist so she couldn’t go anywhere and everyone else stood in front of her, trying to block her from seeing Lindsey. Jessica and that group were doing the same on the other side of the room.

“Lindsey, give her back her phone.” I said sternly

“Why? You were the one who told us about her weird phone call and you know she’s been being weird and secretive all day.”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N asked

“Oh, so you weren’t having some super secret phone call earlier with someone?”

“I mean… I wouldn’t say it was “super secretive.” How much of that did you hear Lys?”

“Just the part where you said you “can’t tell the team.” And that we’d “Freak out and get all protective.”

A look of realization took over her face and she slowly pushed her way out of Alex’s grip and passed the group of people to get to Lindsey.

“Please give me my phone. I’ll tell you guys the truth.” She said

Lindsey complied and when Y/N had her phone again she took a deep breath and said

“Okay now before I go any further I want you all to know that I am okay and nothing bad is going on. I promise. I also would appreciate if you waited to ask you questions until after I’m finished talking.”

We all nodded in agreement and she began ti tell us what that phone call was really about.

“Okay, I have a girlfriend. Now you guys didn’t know about it because I hid it from everyone except my really close friend back home and some of my cousins. We’ve been dating for the past year and I said I couldn’t tell you guys because I know you’ll go crazy and want to have the talk with her.”

There was a beat of silence before Kelley was the first to speak.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I have a girlfriend.” she repeated

“Our baby has a girlfriend! Holy shit!”

After her outburst several other people began talking over each other.

“No way! Dude what the heck?”

“How did you guys meet?”

“Did you ever plan to tell us?!”

“Can we see pictures?”

Y/N PRO//

“Okay, Okay! Guys, take it easy. Let her breath.” Alex said coming up to hug me from behind.

“To answer you questions, Yes it’s true. We meet at one of my school soccer games, yes I was planning to tell you eventually and yes you can see pictures.”

“You know, you don’t have to let us in on your relationship just yet. If you’re not ready that’s okay.” Ashyln said

“No, it’s okay. I was talking to my girlfriend today and she was wanting me to finally tell you guys and I knew she was right but I wasn’t sure how and I was nervous because of that. But I’m okay now.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I am.”

I ended up telling them everything from the day we met, to how long it took for us to start dating, who kissed who first and everything in between. I felt relieved that they now knew about my relationship and was glad not to have to hide it anymore.

“Can we get a name?” Sonnett asked

“Yeah, who is this lucky lady?” Mal joined in, everyone else following

“Her name is Y/GF/N.”

“Oooo. I love her already.” Julie said giggling.

“The real important question is... how is she in bed?”

“Okay, nope! absolutely not!” Ali said slapping Sonnett upside the head

“What?! Curious minds would like to know.”

“For both your guy’s sake, you better tell me you aren’t having sex yet.” Alex said sternly

I was beet red now and the younger players were laughing at me and teasing me while the older ones looked ready to kill.

“No, no we haven’t had sex.”

Several of them let out big sighs of relief while the others looked disappointed.

“Well, when you do, I want an in detail account of everything.” Sonnet said, dodging another head slap, this time from Julie

“Emily!”

“What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is, she’s far too young for that.” Alex said pulling me into her and covering my head

“I’m turning 18 next month!” I said indignantly

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still a baby.”

“Well once she’s 18 she’s, technically...”

“No.” All the veterans of the team said at the same time.

“Sorry kid, guess you’ll be a virgin for your whole life.”

“Damn right she will.” Julie said.

“Guyssss” I whined.

“Aw, we’re only kidding kiddo. You’ll only have to a virgin until you’re 30.” Ali said laughing when I pouted at her.

We decided to send a group selfie to her to tell her that the team knew and the text I sent along with it read “Surprise! You have 22 “moms” and sisters dying to meet you! They love you already!”

She responded quickly by saying

“I’ll prepare myself for the talk then haha. Tell them I can’t wait and I hope we meet soon! I love you!”

I spent the rest of the night showing the girls our best (and worst) pictures together, silly videos we took and just overall gushing about my lady. I was a little worried they would ambush her when they met her in person but I also knew that they were all super happy for me and excited to meet the girl I love.

Sorry for any mistakes, mostly unedited.

-N

#uswnt #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher #carli lloyd #christen press #alex morgan #tobin heath #emily sonnett #mal pugh #abby dahlkemper #rose lavelle #megan rapinoe #ashlyn harris #ali krieger

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dilly-oh · 4 years

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Three Strikes

“Listen up, team,” Captain Yamato says, his face deathly serious, “we are going to murder these guys. They are going to be sent home in body-bags. They’re the enemy, and we’re gonna slaughter them.”

Kakashi glances over at the other team. They look like a bunch of sweaty highschool kids, same as them, though their baseball uniforms look like they’ve seen better days. Or months. Two messy brown-haired boys are passing around a joint, a douchey-looking kid with silver hair is blatantly screwing around on his phone, and another is straight up sleeping on the bench. Their Captain is facing them, hands on his hips as he tries to rouse his teammates, ponytail bouncing at the effort. It seems a lost cause, just like their chances of winning.

“Even their parents aren’t going to be able to identify their remains.”

Yamato’s doing that thing again where he gets too serious and starts creeping everyone out. Kakashi looks over at Coach Minato to see if he’s going to put a stop to this, but he’s too busy giggling and sexting his wife to notice. As usual.

“Kakashi, we’re counting on your pitches to really massacre them, got it?” Yamato fixes him with that soul-killing stare, all blank and dead-eyed.

“Mmm,” Kakashi hums noncommittally, his lower face hidden behind his catcher’s mitt. He finds the smell comforting. Also, Asuma is sitting next to him, and reeks of a nauseating combination of B.O., cigarette smoke and Kurenai’s perfume. As if they’re fooling anyone by claiming to be ‘just friends’.

“Can we hurry this up?” Genma cuts in, snapping his gum. “I have a hot date in, like, two hours.”

“I’m sitting right here,” Raido states. “You’re so fucking embarrassing.”

“Love you too, babe.”

“Where the hell is Gai?” Asuma asks, glancing around.

“He ate too many protein bars again. He’s in the can.”

Kakashi can’t wait for this to be over so he can go home and chill with the dogs. All eight of them. He makes a mental reminder to pick up some more Milkbones on the way home.

The thing is, Kakashi is damn good at baseball, even though he loathes it. He’d drop it in a heartbeat and spend all his free time playing CoD, except his father insists he play a sport to ‘round out his resume’. As if his straight A’s since Kindergarten and 160 IQ wasn’t enough. Kakashi’s pitches are precise, powerful, and virtually unstoppable. The ball almost seems to move as if he controls it himself. He strikes everyone out with 99.9% accuracy, able to analyze an opponent in a single glance and determine their weaknesses. It’s the reason their team has made it so far, despite his teammate’s determined efforts to goof off.

The two coaches finally get their shit together and shake hands (the other coach is an elderly man who winks at Asuma for some reason, who groans). The game begins, and Kakashi takes his place on the pitcher’s mound, rolling the ball soothingly around in his hand. The other team’s Captain is up first. After adjusting his ponytail under his helmet, he walks to the plate, taps the ground with his bat, and looks up at Kakashi just as he winds up to throw.

He’s a nerdy looking kid with gangly arms, a scar over the bridge of his nose, and a determined scowl on his face.

He’s the most gorgeous thing Kakashi’s ever seen.

The ball slips off his fingers, goes spinning off in a corkscrew, and clocks a drink right out of a bystander’s hand. Soda sprays everywhere, thoroughly coating a good portion of the meager crowd.

“Foul!” the umpire cries. The boy blinks in surprise, then squares up again, bat waving tauntingly. Kakashi gets another ball and winds up.

This time his ball hits a car in the parking lot, the burglar alarm wailing away. The car’s owner wails even louder.

“Foul!”

Kakashi throws another foul. And another.

“Ball!”

The boy walks. He glances at Kakashi as he trots by him, confused. Kakashi keeps his eyes on the ground, cursing inwardly.

This will not happen again.

It happens again.

And again.

It’s not so bad when the boy’s on second base, because then he’s directly behind Kakashi and out of his line of sight. But when he’s on first or third, he can see him out of the corner of his eye, and his gaze is naturally drawn to him, concentration wavering. It’s even worse when he’s on the bench, because then Kakashi can see him in his natural state, smiling and chatting amicably with his teammates.

But nothing compares to when he’s up to the plate, standing ready for the pitch. The intensity of those deep brown eyes is staggering, making his legs weak. He walks each time, Kakashi’s near-perfect pitches always spinning out of control and destroying something of value. He’s just glad he’s hit mostly inanimate objects and not people.

After several innings of this, Captain Yamato has had enough, and he calls a time-out, dragging Kakashi to the side of the dugout for a polite chat.

“Kakashi, the fuck is going on? You’re throwing the damn game! Literally!”

“I’m sorry,” Kakashi mumbles, miserable. “I...I don’t know-”

“Are you feeling alright?” Captain Minato has decided to finally do his job and actually act like a Coach, walking over to join them.

“M’fine.” Kakashi shakes his head, hiding his face behind his glove. “It’s just...I keep getting...distracted.” Yamato sputters indignantly, but Minato’s studying him, a thoughtful look on his face. He glances over at the other team, and Kakashi’s traitorous eyes follow, latching onto the boy, who is busy scolding his teammates again, cheeks flushed with frustration. Kakashi’s ears start to burn. Minato chuckles and he hurriedly snaps his gaze back.

“...I think I see what the problem is.” He pats Kakashi’s shoulder with a knowing grin. “Listen, Kakashi...why don’t you sit this one out? Just...relax and enjoy the view.”

It feels like Kakashi’s ears are going to burn down to nubs.

“What?! He can’t sit out, we need him! How else are we going to bathe in their blood?”

“Bathe in their- what? Christ, Yamato, it’s just a game. Calm down. Are we going to have to have another talk?”

Kakashi drags his feet back to the bench and plonks himself down. The others glance over at him in concern.

“What’s up, Kakashi?” Genma asks. “Constipated?”

“Gai, give him some of your protein bars.” Raido elbows the other boy in the gut, who groans.

Nevermind, they’re just idiots. Kakashi cowers behind his mitt in shame.

The game continues, and his teammates manage to do remarkably well without him. Gai makes a surprisingly good substitute pitcher, although he screams “Dynamic Pitch!!” every time he throws the ball until Coach Minato tells him to cut it out. Asuma is jacked enough that he can hit a home-run every time he connects, and Kakashi is pretty sure the other team is terrified of Yamato and his intimidating stare. The game makes a quick turnaround, and in the blink of an eye, they’ve won. He’s been staring nonstop at the boy, too, so that might have something to do with the quick win.

Everyone cheers and high-fives while Kakashi quickly grabs his stuff, shoves it in his duffle, and scuttles off towards the bus. Coach Minato is suddenly next to him, blocking his way.

“Why don’t you go say hi?” he suggests, nodding his head at the other team.

Kakashi can’t think of anything more horrible.

“This was an away game,” Minato reminds him. “You might never see him again.”

...Dammit.

Dropping his bag in the dirt, Kakashi forces himself to turn around and walk robotically towards the boy, who is just wrapping up a speech to his teammates about how they’re still winners for doing their best, but no-one’s really listening. He turns away from them, shaking his head in exasperation, and blinks in surprise as Kakashi stops in front of him. He’s even cuter up close. Kakashi keeps his eyes on the ground to keep from being blinded.

“...Hi.”

“Uh. Hey.” The boy regards him warily. “You alright out there? The Coach made you sit down.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” Kakashi pauses long enough for the silence to turn painfully awkward. “I’m Kakashi, by the way.”

“Iruka.” God, even his name is cute. Kakashi scrambles to think of something to talk about.

“So, um. Do you...like baseball?”

“Not really, no,” Iruka answers. “I’d rather be home playing CoD, to tell the truth.”

“Oh my God, me too,” Kakashi slumps over, awash with relief. “Have you seen the latest updates? They have a new map that-”

The next five minutes are incomprehensible gibberish to everyone but them as they debate the best maps, guns, and loadouts.

“Iruka, let’s go!” a voice calls impatiently from the parking lot.

“Yeah, yeah, just a minute,” he calls back, waving at his teammates. Kakashi’s stomach tightens.

This is it. His last chance.

“Hey, uh...” He takes a deep breath. “You wanna...hang out sometime?”

Iruka stares back at him blankly.

“I live, like, twenty miles away from you.”

“Oh.” Kakashi blinks. “Right. Sorry.” He feels like a complete idiot. Here he was, thinking he actually had a chance-

“Here’s my phone number. Message me so I can friend you and we’ll play later.”

...Then again, maybe he did.

They exchange numbers, Kakashi happily adding a dolphin emoji after Iruka’s name.

“So is this a friend thing, or a boyfriend thing?” Iruka asks, blunt as can be. Kakashi just gapes at him, wide-eyed in horror. His face feels like it’s on fire, and he desperately wishes he’d brought his glove to hide behind.

“...Only...if you want it to be,” he croaks out. Iruka stares at him a beat longer, then breaks out into a blinding grin.

“Yeah, sure, why not. You were pretty cute out there, spazzing out every time I was up to bat. I’m surprised you didn’t hit a bird.”

Oh my God. He knew. Oh my GOD.

“I have to warn you, though...” Iruka went on, grinning cheekily, “three strikes, and you’re out.”

Kakashi has never been more in love.

(Written for @kakairu-fest, Week 1 Prompt: Summer Sports)

#kakairu #kakairu fest #hatake kakashi #Umino Iruka #modern au #fanfic #summer sports #baseball #highschool #little bit of swearing sorry #language #also a lil bit of pot #rated t for teen

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igotanna · 4 years

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Smile for me

“And since it was so amazing can I request another one? Number 15 with Jackson and some fluff 🤗”

request from @smooshdelia I hope you like it hun!

prompts list here

15. “The evil queens are always the princesses that were never saved.”

gif is not mine

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As long as could GOT7 members remember, their life was tightly interconnected with group (more of an army) of make up artists, choreographers, assistants, cameramen, stylists and other dozens of professionals they couldn’t even count. It was sort of their team. Their assemble. They were the closest to them and still normal people at the same time. GOT7 as all idols were time to time very tired from all the other idols around, all the mc’s, all the famous people who thought the same way. It was nice to have down-to-earth people around. People who go home and no one wants selfie with them. They gave GOT7 most impulses and they were most fun.

As time went by and GOT7 grew, they had a closed group of people around them that they brought everywhere with them. On tours, concerts, sometimes even to events where local stylist and make up artists were cavailable. But they liked to say that their group knows each member and knows what fits him the best.

And since part of this team of theirs were women, GOT7 couldn’t help themselves and flirt with them from time to time. It was natural and both sides thought of it as fun.With only one exception.

Y/N.

After one concert in Macao boys gathered in one hotel room instead resting on their own. It was idea of the managers – they were suppposed to do vlive. Boys liked to interact with fans but vlive after concert was tiring. They goofed around and wraped it up soon

„The fifth generation. In May.!“

„Mark, finnish with your trademark.“

„Peace out bro!“

After the camera was off the boys continued with scruming around in one bed and then Jinyoung asked „Who’s up for a drink?“ of course they all were.

They asked the staff to bring them some wine and beer and they started a private get-together.

Some of them were talking together, some was telling everyone some story nobody listened to and some were on their phones.

After 20 minutes she walked in „Guys I’m sorry to disturb you but your coach said you all wake up at 8 tomorrow so you’d better to wrap this up and go to sleep.“ Her mouth twisted in something like sympathetic smile and turned around to leave the room. After all she was just make up artist, she wasn’t supposed to be there.

„Hey Y/N!“ cried Bambam to stop her. She turned back and raised her eyebrows „Could you wake me up in the morning?“ he was scolded and laughed by other members but she looked at him with blank face and shrugged „Of course. What time?“

„Uuuuuuu….“ „Buurn..“ laughed boys as she left the room cold as always.

„Man I tell ya,“ started Bambam, but he had to drink more to finnish his sentence „If anyone is ever going to get off with this woman,…“ pointing at the door.

„Then you have to lend him your fireproof coat.“ finnished Mark with more laughter.

„Cold as ice really. I never saw her smile or anything, did you?“ asked Yugyeom and drank his last drops of wine.

Boys had to think about that. No, never. When thinking about it they couldn’t recall when or if they ever saw Y/N to smile or laugh. She was imune to their jokes or pick up line or flirting.

„Maybe she doesn’t have sense of humour.“ speculated Youngjae.

„Naah, I saw her once watching dr.Phil on her phone.“ objected JB.

Maknae line laughed „What kind of proof is that??“

„Nobody without sense of humour watches dr.Phil.“ explained Mark and got up to clean up the table „It’s more comedy show than serious programme. He likes to pretend that but nobody actually takes him seriously.“

„I’m just saying that to pull her would take a man.“ Said Bambam with giving up gesture.

That was like a red flag for all of them. Jackson, Bambam, JB even Yugyeom started bickering about who is the real man here and who would be up to do it.

Jackson yelled louder than everyone „Wait! What kind of price for the one who takes her on a date??“

„Price is your life because before you take her on date she’s gonna take your balls!“ taunted JB.

„LET’S HAVE A BET!“ screamed Jackson again.

Jinyoung and Mark were the only one silent. Jinyoung still sat on his chair with crosses legs, wine glass rested on knee and smirk on his face as he watched his favourite show. Bickering with GOT7. Mark just shook his head and continued with cleaning up.Youngjae was laughing and sometimes commenting too.

„Wait, seriously?“ stopped Yugyeom.

„Yeah,“ shrugged Jackson and shook his hands and legs like he was preparing to fight or run a marathone.

„Okay,“ JB was up to the challange „Who takes Y/N on date is the man of this group.“

Few moments of silence. This was serious. It was question of honour. Jinyoung coughed and finally said something „I’m giving up to that title. I am more man than you all ever gonna be and I don’t need Y/N to prove it. You can fight over her without me”

„Yeah I’m not into this either.“ sounded Mark from the bathroom.

„Then it’s useless. How someone could be the man of the group if all of us aren’t participating?“ threw Bambam hands in the air.

Jackson frowned and then snapped his fingers with excitement „Let’s change the task. Whoever makes her smile will have the biggest rooms on the rest of the tour and the others will bring him breakfast to bed.“

After some more bargaining they agreed that this is maybe even harder task and the price is adequate.

It was obvious that Jackson is so ready for this and so when they were all leaving to their own rooms Bambam stopped Jackson pulling him by his elbow „Man you’re really into this right?“

Jackson grinned „Get ready to bring me breakfast for next 7 weeks. I like my chicken breast shake, you should work on that.“

„Why? You fancy her?“ attacked Bambam again with perv smile.

Jackson sighed rolling eyes „You know I’m up for any challange.“

„Yeah yeah yeah, of course…“ laughed Bambam and fake nodded „Well good luck with the evil queen then.“

Jackson gave up „Look, the evil queens are always the princesses that were never saved.” wink „She just needs her knight.“

After that started a proper combat that took place anywhere, anytime. In the waiting room. In the common dining hall. Next to the stage. During the rehersal. After concert. Between songs in the backstage. In the make up room.

Y/N was attacked, bombed, inclusived by compliments, jokes, attention, random pick up lines, unwanted stories, inappropriate notes, gifts and random kisses on the cheek „for luck“.

Jackson, Bambam, JB, Yugyeom (when picking up the courage) and sometimes Youngjae (for the fun) surrounded Y/N like bees nice flower and competed in who’s going to make her smile or laugh.

It was hard, maybe the hardest task they ever tried to acomplish. Not that Y/N was cold bitch or didn’t have sense of humour. She was just used to their foolines and it was part of her job. Don’t ever get yourself entangled with and idol. She knew very well that only one smile and her armour would break like glass. She had to stay strong to resist.

Jackson got quite stimulated by her cold even indifferent attitude. Normally he would loose his interest, it was his nature – if somebody wasn’t up to play his game he just went to find someone who would. But teased by other members and the thought of competition made his competitive spirit work harder. He could fall over himself.

After two and half months later now in Singapore Jackson almost lost his patience. Y/N was doing his make up and he gazed into her eyes deeply. He had to- she became secret he just had to unlock.

„Y/N stop it.“ he begged.

Her brush pulled away as she stopped with his eye shadows.

„Stop playing hard to get.“ he finnished and pouted.

She sighed and rolled her eyes „So that’s what it’s all about. I‘m not playing hard to get for your info.“ She added.

„What then?“ he knew Mark is sitting next to them having his make up on too, but just now it was just Jackson and Y/N. Her eyes were quizical „Nothing. I’m not playing anything.“

„Well I noticed you’re imune to all my jokes and pranks I need to know why.“

Her lips twitched a bit but she didn’t smile.

„Have you ever thought about the option you’re not as far funny as you think you are?“ she asked and her soft touch on his cheek as she continued with shadows became itchy for Jackson. Suddenly she was more than a price to win, he had to conquer this badass lady.

He couldn’t even answer as she took his breath away. And at that moment he got an idea.

„Thanks.“ He jumped up and put quick kiss on her cheek just from force of habit he grew these past months. She didn’t even blink.

Jackson couldn’t think of anything else than his plan and her eyes the whole concert. He didn’t even know but he was loosing his distance.

„We’re very happy to be here again guys,“ started JB their goodbye speech. Jackson was holding his mic and smirking now and then to the backstage. When it was his turn he didn’t even cry as he sometimes did. He thanked all the funs and expressed how gratefull he was to be in Singapore.

„Now please, let me give some credit to people who you don’t know about but have a huge part on how we look everyday for you.“ He waved to the backstage and on the big screens projected a shot of camera man going through corridors to the make up room.

„I want to thank all our make up artists for making us look SO.AMAZING. THIS NIGHT!“ he raised his voice as the cameraman slowed down to shot Y/N and few others.

„Guys I know you can hear us, please wave and smile for our fans who thank you as well as us for your GREAT WORK!“followed by applause.

And as he planned, Y/N smiled and waved with her coworkers. It was bright, wide, heart warming and honest smile, thought her eyes were a popped with shock. Jackson melted as he saw her smile the first time. When he was supposed to talk again he stuttered a bit before he turned to Mark to continue.

His plank worked. He won. But he got to another conclusion – he has to see her smile more often. Because even the boys now brought him breakfast to the bed, even though he had the biggest rooms, he still couldn’t think of anything else than how she looked with that hearty smile.

When the tour was over he managed to get her phone number from her coworkers and wrote her a message.

Hi Y/N. It’s Jackson Wang here. I wanted to ask you if you’d fancy to have a dinner with me. And also if you’ll accopmpany us on our next tour. 🙏 thank you for your hard work 🙏

He never hoped for someone saying yes so much.

#got7 x reader #got7 fanfic #got7 prompts #jackson wang x reader #jackson wang fluff

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onewfantaesy · 4 years

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Wizard Boys AU

The first time Jinki’s friends have their weekly beer night at someone else’s house, all the kids are brought along. The kids range from ages five to sixteen, with Taemin and Jongin being the youngest and Heechul being the oldest. Except Taemin is used to staying with Jinki the entire time, had even brought a whole bag full of gummy worms and fruit snacks and stickers, and was very upset when he was told he needed to stay with the other kids.

“But I wanna play poker,” Taemin whines, sniffling and hanging off Jinki’s arm.

Yunho, who’s hosting this week, just smirks and crouches down and gives Taemin’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Why don’t you go ask Changmin if he’ll play?” Yunho suggests. “I bet him and Heechul and Donghae and Eunhyuk will all play poker with you.”

Except Taemin is still very shy and he’s pouting and clinging to Jinki even though he can hear Jongin laughing and playing in the other room.

“I bet you could beat all of them,” Yunho whispers, as if it’s a great secret. It makes Taemin giggle a little bit. Yunho is his favorite of Jinki’s friends. “Come on, lets go ask them.”

Taemin, after a moment of hesitation, takes Yunho’s hand and is led into the room where the kids are all already playing and goofing around and talking.

“I see you’ve all met Kibum and Minho,” Yunho says, looking to where the twins are playing marbles with Chanyeol and Baekhyun. “And this is Taemin.”

“The poker kid?” Changmin asks, laughing.

It makes Taemin squeak and move to hide behind Yunho’s leg. There’s too many other kids staring at him. It’s making him nervous, even if Jongin does come over to tug at his hand and try to get him to play.

“Yes, the poker kid,” Yunho laughs. “And he really wants to play poker tonight. He even brought his best bargaining chips.”

“We’ll play you,” Changmin tells Taemin, and he goes over to a coffee table to move everything off and clear a space. “Come sit. I’ll shuffle.”

“Be nice. Don’t let the littles drink too much juice. We’ll come get you when the barbecue is ready,” Yunho says, lightly pressing Taemin forward so he can go sit with the older boys at the coffee table. Then he goes out into the back where the grown up wizards are barbecuing and drinking beer and discussing what to sell at the local market.

“So you think you’re a little big shot, huh?” Heechul teases the kindergartener sitting across from him. “Well now you’re playing with the big kids.”

“Taemin’s great at poker,” Kibum says in snarky voice. “He’ll probably beat all of you.”

Meanwhile, Taemin is sitting on his knees and dumping his bag of gummies and stickers on the table to bet with. It makes the older kids all laugh a little, because the two little kidnergarteners look so serious about this being legitimate betting currency. The oldest boys all play along, they sort out the chosen betting chips between the five of them playing, and Changmin deals.

“Juice,” Taemin requests, holding one hand out while he looks at his cards. It’s quite a sight, and Kibum is quick to give him an apple juice from the cooler.

It’s the beginning of a very quick domination of Taemin’s part. Donghae and Eunhyuk are out entirely after just a few rounds, having lost all their chips between Taemin and Heechul. Changmin is just barely staying afloat, and he’s entirely confused as to how a shy little five year old is beating everyone so easily.

“‘Nother juice,” Taemin demands for the third time. “Blue punch!”

His lips are turning a dark blue, and so is his tongue. He’s apparently never had blue punch before, it was something new that he quickly became obsessed with. All of the little kids were huddled around Taemin, excited to see someone finally beat the bigger kids at a game.

But then just before a new hand is dealed, Taemin hunches over the table, staring hard at a blue and pink sour gummy worm, and he looks at Changmin with very big eyes.

“Can I have one of my gummy worms?” he asks softly, his lips being sucked in between his teeth.

“Sure,” Changmin agrees.

Taemin grins and giggles and pulls the gummy worm in half, giving the blue half to Jongin and then eating the pink half himself.

“Kay,” he says, still chewing. “M’ready now.”

Changmin is out after that round. Now it’s just Taemin and Heechul. The three other big kids are huddled around Heechul, and the five other little kids are huddled around Taemin. It’s very intense.

“Let’s make this more interesting,” Chanyeol suggests, smirking. “If Taeminnie wins, we get to play any game we want and you can’t say no.”

Changmin narrows his eyes.

“Fine,” he snaps. “But if Heechul wins, you all sit quietly and don’t bother us for the rest of the night.”

“Fine,” Chanyeol snaps back.

“Hey,” Taemin whines, pouting at all of them. “But what do I get?”

“Well what do you want?” Heechul asks. “You don’t want to pick any game to play next?”

Taemin shrugs, because he had thought he’d just play with Jongin after poker was over.

“We’ll let you drink as much fruit punch as you want,” Heechul suggests. “And I’ll give you my dessert.”

“DEAL!”

They shake on it, Taemin giggling a bit at how dramatically Heechul swings their arms up and down, and then goes back to his cards.

Eventually, Taemin pushes all his chips in, save for one sour gummy worm.

“Why just one?” Heechul scoffs.

“So I can eat it just in case,” Taemin tells him.

Heechul just thinks it’s cute.

Until he loses spectacularly.

All the little kids are cheering and running around, and he big kids are groaning and pushing Heechul around. Taemin just smiles and pulls all his winnings towards him.

In absolutely no time at all, the other kids are running around and the big kids are trying to reign them in, but Taemin and Jongin are just sitting on the floor with blue fruit punch, eating gummies, and putting stickers all over each other. Taemin has one on each cheek and all over his arms, Jongin has one in his forehead and nose and left cheek and also all over his shirt.

“You count cards, don’t you?” Heechul accuses, going to sit down next to them.

“Whazzat mean?” Taemin asks, sticking another sticker to Jongin’s hand and giggling.

“You guess what cards have already been used and what’s coming next,” Heechul says.

Taemin only shrugs.

“Close your eyes,” Taemin demands, looking at Heechul.

“Why?”

“Please?”

Heechul sighs and closes his eyes, then feels a little poke on his cheek before he hears two little giggles. When he opens his eyes, Taemin and Jongin are both giggling and grinning at him.

“Wanna gummy?” Taemin asks, holding up a fruit snack.

“Thank you,” Heechul laughs, taking the offered gummy.

Heechul goes to look in a mirror and sees a smiley face sticker on his cheek. He leaves it for now. It’s cute. Taemin and Jongin spend a good few minutes going to the big kids (because they thought they were sad from losing) and feeding them gummies.

Taemin and Jongin also put stickers on Changmin’s face when he comes over to try and figure out how Taemin is so good at poker.

“Are you using magic?” Changmin asks.

Taemin shrugs.

“You need more stickers,” Taemin says instead, putting a little green dinosaur in the tip of Changmin’s nose. It makes the two kindergarteners giggle relentlessly, both of their lips and tongues dark blue from the obscene amount of blue fruit punch they’ve been allowed to drink.

That’s when Yunho comes to tell them that dinner is ready, but he becomes very annoyed when it’s become clear that the older kids hadn’t controlled the amount of juice that was distributed.

“I said don’t let the littles have more than three juices,” Yunho says, going over to the very giggly, very silly-acting Taemin and Kai. “Oh my God, your tongues are entirely blue! How much did you drink?”

“A lot,” Taemin says, giggling. Then he puts a star sticker on Yunho’s cheek and giggles madly, Jongin following suit.

“You’re both covered in stickers,” Yunho laughs. “I take it you won the poker game?”

“Uh-huh!” Taemin nods. “And they bet juice! So I can drink as much as I want.”

“Well I’m cutting you off,” Yunho says, still smiling even though he’s annoyed the older kids made such a bet. “Come on, boys. Let’s get some real food in you.”

He carries both of the littlest boys out to the back, and the other kids all follow behind. Taemin spends the entire time eating dinner on Jinki’s lap, Jongin sitting between them and Suho, and they tell them all about how Taemin beat the big kids.

“He counts cards!”

“He uses magic!”

The adults all just think it’s funny the older kids are trying to come up with excuses for being beat by a five-year-old. Taemin just thinks it’s fun.

“Can we play again next week?” Taemin asks, hanging off Heechul’s leg when they’re getting ready to leave.

“Why do you wanna play poker again?” Heechul laughs. “Because you won?”

“It’s fun.”

Taemin is just smiling, his face still covered in stickers. It makes him even happier to see the sticker still in Heechul’s cheek.

#taemin #shinee #onew #key #minho #wizard boys au

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unloveable-unreachable · 4 years

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You’re the One My Heart Wants- Chapter 9

Word Count: 3,864

Warnings: Swearing & Mentions of blood

Author: Me

A/N: Alright guys here’s the first chapter of the week, the next one will be posted on my birthday on Saturday (or at least that’s the plan).

Two Weeks Later

Headlines:

~~USWNT take on New Zealand after their win against South Africa in their send-off game line up.~~

~~Defending World Cup Champions are showing great promise throughout their friendly matches, per usual.~~

Y/N POV

Game days always make me nervous no matter who we play. The amount of stress our team is put under is ridiculous because we’re always expected to play the very best and always pull out a win. Don’t get me wrong, we want the same thing every match. We put in a lot of work all year to be the very best, it’s almost like we don’t get an off season. We don’t complain though, we love our job. We get to do things others don’t like we get to be on the world stage to show everyone what a force our team is. What people don’t know is that our wins aren’t as easy as we make them look. Our job is hard work, I think it was Tobin who said “Soccer is a work of art”, and she’s not wrong. It takes a lot of hard work and training to get to our level of play, and it takes even more work and training to stay at that level. We all love the game more than anyone, and we show it out on the pitch every match. We’re the biggest badasses you’ll ever meet, but if you were to ask any of us about game day more than half of us would say that game day is nerve-wracking.

We made it through our match against South Africa pretty easily, but I’m already focused on our match against New Zealand today. “You’ll do great, kiddo,” a smiling Ali says, pulling me out of my thoughts. I give her a soft smile, still pretty nervous as always. “Yeah, she’s right Y/N. You’ll do great like you always do,” Christen says with a supportive look. I give her a sympathetic smile, and she returns one of her bright grins. I felt bad because I was a starter and she wasn’t, she deserved it more than me. Jill doesn’t see the potential of our team and it really shows, especially when she starts throwing us in random positions. Fucking dumb if you ask me. Christen was faster than me, don’t get me wrong I’m pretty fast but she was definitely faster, and she’s been known to produce more goals than me. I’ve seen her stats compared to mine, they don’t even come close. I guess Jill is just trying to give me playing time before the World Cup. In any case, I’ll prove myself out on the pitch every chance I get. “Thanks, guys,” I say to them before I finish lacing up my cleats and adjusting my socks. Ready to go. Jill comes in and gives us a pep talk, going over the game plan yet again. “Alright, ladies 5 minutes till you need to be in line in the tunnel. Let’s go,” Jill says as she follows Dawn out of the locker room. When I start heading out with everyone, I’m suddenly pulled back by someone. What the fuck? I turn to see who would be holding me back from lining up, and of course it was Alex. “Good luck out there. I know you’ll do great like you always do,” she says with a big grin. I smile back and say, “You just like seeing me out on the pitch with you, creep.” She lets out a goofy laugh causing me to laugh as well, while I pull her in for a quick kiss. “Good luck to you too, Al. Kick ass out there like I know you can,” I say after pulling away from our kiss. She laughs again and gives me a smirk and a wink as we head out to the tunnel.

The match is really one-sided after the first half, we’re up 4-0, and that’s where we still are after the 60th minute. I’ve been trying to get on goal, but I’m constantly being covered by two defenders. One is really pissing me off because she won’t get off my ass, fucking bitch. It was irritating the fuck out of me, to say the least. If I’m going to show Jill what I can do then I need to get a touch on the ball, like now. It’s the 70th minute before I finally see an opening. Sammy’s pushing the ball up the pitch towards me, but she sends a long ball to Alex instead. I can still see my opening and I’m fucking taking it. I move on goal, and Alex sees me before sending in a cross to the box. I jump up with one of the New Zealand players, the same one that’s been on my ass the whole match, and I manage to get my head on it first. I watch the ball while it goes towards the goal as I come down to the ground. Then, out of nowhere, I feel a sharp pain in my face as I hit the ground, losing sight of the ball and knocking the wind out of me. “Jesus...Fucking...Christ,” I groan while I lay on the pitch, with my eyes still closed. I hear a whistle in the background, but I still haven’t opened my eyes. “Ref! She punched her in the face on purpose! The ball wasn’t even near them anymore when she did it! Card her, now!” I hear someone yell, but I can’t tell who it is. When I finally open my eyes, I’m surrounded by my teammates. I groan as I sit up, my head pounding like crazy, and they all make sounds of disgust. “What? It can’t be that bad,” I say as I reach up towards my nose. I make eye contact with Alex, who brings her hand to her mouth with a look of worry, before looking down at my hand. Blood, and a lot of it. Fucking great. It doesn’t take long for the medics to come, and it doesn’t take too long after that for them to pull me out of the match. “Hey, wait,” I say as they lead me to the locker room, “Did I score at least?” They laugh and tell me that yes I did in fact score. “Sweet,” I say with a goofy grin as we reach the training room.

We won 5-0, but I missed the rest of the match because I was stuck with the medical team. Fuck these injuries, seriously. I’m fucking tired of missing out on playing. Jill’s going to start thinking I’m fragile and won’t put me in a match again. I’m not fragile in any way whenever it comes to soccer, this is fucking aggravating. “It’s broken, but not too bad. So that’s good, but you’ll have to be out for about two weeks. You won’t miss any of the World Cup,” they say before telling me to rest. Thank fucking god. If I missed any World Cup action I would’ve been more pissed off than I am now. When they leave I lay back on the table and place the ice pack on my nose, trying to think of something other than the pain I was experiencing. I lay there in silence for a moment, and close my eyes. The door swings open maybe 5 minutes later, causing me to jump at the sound. I sit up to see Dawn trying to keep a lot of my teammates out of the room. “I can’t let you in, she needs to rest,” Dawn says, struggle clear in her voice. “I don’t care, Dawn. That’s my kid in there and I have to check on her to see if she’s okay. So either you move or I move you,” a very angry Ali Krieger says. I laugh, “It’s okay, Dawn. Let them in,” She gives me a look before stepping back to reveal Ali, Ash, Pinoe, Sonny, Lindsey, Sammy, Kelley, Allie and hiding in the back of the group was my girlfriend.

“Hey, guys. What’s up? Why the long faces?” I say with a laugh. Ali comes over and pulls me in a hug before punching me in the shoulder. “Ouch! What the hell Ali?!” I yell while rubbing my arm. “That’s for making me worried, and then making a joke about it,” she says. “Like I meant to get punched in the face,” I say as I roll my eyes. Ash laughs as she pats my head, and then takes a look at my nose, along with all the other goofs in the room. “Damnnnnn, that’s a pretty nose. How long are you out for?” Sonny asks while lifting my chin to get a ‘better’ look at my swollen nose. “Two weeks. Let me go, Sonny,” I answer, trying to pull away from her grasp. “Only two weeks?? Based on all that blood gushing out of there I thought you’d miss more,” Sammy says with a shocked look. “You know Y/N wouldn’t let them make her miss more than one game, Sammy. Our best friend is pretty hard-headed, well except for when she needed those stitches a month ago,” Lindsey says with a laugh. That causes Sonny to start laughing her ass off, along with Kelley and Pinoe. Jesus, why did I let them in here? Is it too late to call Dawn back in the room to haul them out? I roll my eyes while they all ask more questions, make more jokes, and congratulate me on my goal. But I don’t listen to them, all my attention was on Alex. She hadn’t left her spot on the back wall or said anything since she got here, she just stared at everyone else asking all their questions. When our eyes finally meet, she gives me a soft look with a soft smile which I returned. But I couldn’t help but notice that she looked upset, over what I don’t know. She just leaned against the wall and watched the chaos in the room. “Okay,” I say, gaining everyone's attention, “Someone help me to the locker room so I can change out of these bloody clothes.” Kelley was the first to grab my arm to help me off the table. “I’ve got dibs on helping Biggie Smalls!” she yells as we headed to the locker room.

The bus ride back to the hotel was weird, to say the least. Normally, Alex would sit next to me on the bus but she was sitting with Allie, and Kelley was sitting by me while my moms sat in front of us. It was weird because Alex still hadn’t talked to me since the beginning of the match, and that’s never happened before. I asked Kelley if she knew what was wrong with her, but of course she didn’t know shit. I sent Alex a text after the game to see what was wrong with her, but she hasn’t looked at her phone. Like I said, this bus ride was weird. When we finally reach the hotel, I head up to my room hoping to talk to her, but I guess I beat her to the room because she wasn’t here. I decided to wait for her before heading back downstairs for dinner. Jesus, where the fuck is she? Almost 45 minutes pass before I finally hear the door to the room open. Alex came in and set her things down on the table, still not looking at me. “So, are you done avoiding me or ignoring me or whatever it is you’re doing?” I ask, causing her to stop whatever she’s doing. “I’m not avoiding you or ignoring you,” she whispers. “Then what’s wrong, Alex?” I ask, confusion obvious in my tone. She sighs and stands in her spot for a moment before turning to face me. I could see how upset she was just by looking in her eyes, something was bothering her. “You scared me today...When I got to you after she punched you, your eyes weren’t open. They were closed for what felt like forever, Y/N,” she starts with her voice getting shaky and tears forming in her eyes, “Then when you sat up you were just bleeding so much, and after you got off the pitch all I wanted to do was follow you but Kelley wouldn’t let me. Throughout the rest of the match, all I could think about was getting to you.”

I look at her with wide eyes because I didn’t realize any of this. How fucking clueless am I?? Of course my girlfriend is going to be worried about me when I get hurt in a match. What a dumbass. I get up from the bed and stepped towards her, waiting for permission to touch her. When she nods with teary eyes, I pull her into a tight hug causing her to sob quietly. “I’m so sorry, Al. I’m okay, see? I’m up and moving. I’ll just have to sit out for the next friendly, but other than that I’m okay. I promise, don’t cry. I’m okay,” I say while rubbing her back. She pulls away from our hug and wipes the stray tears away from her cheeks. When she calms down, she gives me a smirk. That damn smirk. “Okay, Y/N. If you say so. I just don’t like seeing you hurt,” she says. “So, you aren’t mad at me or hate me, correct?” I ask with a goofy smile. “No, I’m not mad at you and I could never hate you, you goof,” she says while rolling her eyes at my question. “Good to know,” I say, leaning down to kiss my girlfriend. She kisses me back with as much passion as she can while being careful of my nose, bringing her hands to my face. I rest my hands on her waist, pulling her closer. I take a step back towards the bed, sitting down whenever my legs hit the mattress. Alex climbs up into my lap while she catches her breath, a smile clear across her face. I smile at her before kissing her again. My hand sneaks its way up the back of her shirt, feeling every one of her muscles with the pads of my fingers. My other hand finds its way to her thigh. She tightens her arms around my neck as I rub her leg. Before things got too heated I pull away, leaving her looking upset. “We should stop. We have training in the morning, and you have more media to get through,” I say, trying to fight the urge to keep going. She lets out a sigh, then nods her head. “You’re a tease, you know that?” she says with a smile before kissing my forehead while getting off my lap. I fall back on the bed trying to slow my heart rate. When I sit up to look at her coming out of the bathroom, my heart stops. So much for that. All thoughts of dinner are gone and I’m definitely not mad about it. Alex was wearing one of my sweatshirts and a pair of shorts, she was a beauty and she was all mine. I set my alarm as she got in bed, cuddling up next to me as soon as I laid back down. Soon we both fall asleep, in our little bubble of happiness.

8 Days Later

Alex’s POV

“Y/N, wake up,” I say while poking her cheek. That doesn’t do anything, per usual. This was our every morning, well our every morning since we started sleeping in the same bed every night. I love getting to sleep next to her, she made me feel safe in her arms and it helped me sleep throughout the night. But honestly, I swear my girlfriend was the heaviest sleeper I’ve ever met. She looked peaceful while she slept though, well besides her black and blue nose she was still sporting today. It wasn’t as bad as it has been, which is really great because that means she can get back on the pitch pretty soon. We all missed her being out there with us. I watched her sleep for a few more moments before I see her eyes slowly open. “Good morning, sleepy head,” I say causing her to give me a pretty cute, sheepish smile. “Morning, babe,” Y/N says before snuggling more into me. I laugh while trying to push her off of me. “We have to get up, Y/N. We have media all day today and we can’t miss it,” I say in a semi-serious tone. I have to admit, she was being really fucking cute right now but this wasn’t a day to act like this. “Noooo, I wanna stay in bed with you all day. It’s not fair, I’m injured. I should get to spend the day in bed with my girlfriend all day,” Y/N mumbles against my shirt. She has a point, I’d much rather spend the day in bed with her, too. She finally groans, giving up of course, and gets up to get ready. We all have to dress the same, blue shirt with our gray sweats. Y/N looked like she was hating life when we left the room, probably because she hit her nose while getting ready to leave. Poor thing.

The whole team still doesn’t know about my relationship with Y/N, only a few actually knew. I want to tell all of them but I’m always being drug off into more and more media and that keeps me from having the time to tell them. I was ready for them to know, I just needed a good time where all of us would be together. When we meet the group downstairs, Y/N goes to find Ali or Dawn for some pain medicine. I hated that she was still in pain over the whole thing and that I couldn’t really do anything to help. I go looking for Kelley and Allie before we have to get in the vans to head to Good Morning, America and the Twitter Headquarters. “How’s Y/N doing?” Kelley asks when I join her and Allie in the lobby. I look over to where my girlfriend was, laughing at something Ash said like usual. I missed that laugh over the past few days. When I’m not around I miss her and when I’m here she’s normally sleeping or with Krashlyn or her friends. I wasn’t mad that she was doing all of that because I know she hates when I’m gone all day with obligations to the team, but it doesn’t mean I didn’t miss her because I always do. “She’s doing better. I haven’t been able to be around her that much, but she says she feels better,” I say to Kelley. “You miss her on media days, don’t you?” Kelley asks with a look of concern. I sigh and look at her and Allie’s concerned faces, “Yes, but I can’t do anything about it. She knows about my responsibilities to the team. I can’t do anything about missing her. I always get to see her when I come back so that helps.” They nod to what I said. “Well I can do something about that,” Kelley says, “Hey, Biggie Smalls! Come on, you’re riding with us.” I look at Kelley in shock as my girlfriend follows us to the van.

When we get to Good Morning, America we’re greeted by a whole bunch of media so that means I can’t be as close to my girlfriend as I’d like to. Y/N seems okay though since she’s hanging out with her best friends, and also since she’s cracking jokes with Tobin and Christen. It isn’t until later when I finally get to stand next to her while we’re backstage waiting to walk out. “You okay?” I ask her since she looks like she’s in pain. “Yeah. I’m fine, babe. Nothing cuddles won’t fix later,” she answers with a smirk followed by a wink. “You’re a child,” I say back with a laugh. “Behave yourself, kiddo” Ash whispers to Y/N from behind her as we walk out on stage. The show was going really well, until one of the last questions that was directed towards me. “Alex, since your divorce from Servando Carrasco, have you met someone else?” Of all things to ask a soccer team. What has the world come to? Honestly, priorities people. Not wanting to avoid the question I say, “Umm, yes I am seeing someone. Don’t worry, they’re a soccer player too. But we’d like to keep our relationship private at this time.” That seemed to be a good enough answer for them, as they went on to ask Pinoe about our goal in the tournament and women’s soccer growth. I glance over my shoulder to look at my girlfriend, who meets my gaze. She gives me a small nod and a smile, I smile back and return my focus to what Pinoe was saying. We spent about two hours at the Twitter Headquarters after leaving Good Morning, America before heading back to the hotel to get our things for the plane ride to New Jersey. We mostly went through tweets and answered some polls for the fans, and we played some foosball made up of the whole team. It was great getting to see all of us relax and have a little fun outside of the pitch for once. We really enjoyed these type of days, it allowed us to sort of relax and have fun without having to worry about training. I watched Y/N throughout the day, seeing her smile more than she has in the past week. She lit up whenever she interacted with everyone, and her damn eyes were the light smoke color again. Fucking beautiful, no lie.

“Today was looonnnggg,” Y/N groans loudly next to me. We just to the hotel in New Jersey, and we had about an hour before we had to go out to dinner with the team. I was sitting next to Y/N on the bed, rubbing her back. “I know, baby. How’s your nose? Do you want any pain medicine?” I ask. She rolls over and gives me big puppy dog eyes and a pout, “It still hurts pretty bad. Could I have some medicine, please?” I smile at how cute she was being, give her a quick kiss and head over to my bag for something to help with her pain. When I turn to give her the medicine, she’s already asleep of course. She sleeps more than anyone I knew, she’s worse than Kelley and that’s saying something. I set the medicine on the bedside table and set an alarm to let us know when we needed to get ready for dinner. I get in bed next to her, pulling the covers up and kissing her cheek. As I’m getting comfortable next to her, she cuddles into my chest and mumbles something loud enough for me to hear.

“I love you, Alex.”

To Be Continued

#alex morgan #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #kelley o’hara #ali krieger #ashlyn harris #krashlyn #emily sonnett #sam mewis #lindsey horan #uswnt #uswnt imagines #nwsl #nwsl imagines #woso #woso imagine #You're the One My Heart Wants

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thorne93 · 5 years

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Stan Lee University (Part 13)

Prompt: What would the Avengers be like in college, more importantly, what would they be like if Y/N existed around them?

Word Count: 2248

Warnings: drama, language,

Notes: This is based on a HC from @carryonmyswansong. They helped brainstorm and write part of this series. In this AU, no one will have powers, everyone is a normal human. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong

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In the following months, all through midterms, you two became closer than you would’ve imagined. You spent nearly every weekend at his house, often times just staying up late and talking. Eventually, you’d fall asleep in his arms, and he’d cuddle you all night.

You told him about your family, about your holidays growing up, your grades, your time in grade school. You told him about Bucky, how you met, how you fell for him, when you started to fall out of love for him. You told him about your first years of college.

He told you about his family and his time through school. How he wasn’t close to his parents much since his sister’s death. He had a brother, but he was already moved away and somewhat estranged from the family.

Twice, you went to the arcade, declaring whoever won the most arcade games won a free dinner from the other one. You won one night, and he won the other. He teased you relentlessly when you lost, but he wrapped you around the waist and kissed your hair, stating he’d still buy you dinner. You opposed though, stating a bet's a bet.

Around campus, you hadn’t even bothered with the drama. Wanda and Pietro still ignored you. Bucky hadn’t talked much to you since the day you confronted Loki. You and Loki didn’t interact. He gave you a dirty look after Stephen punched him, but other than that, you kept your distance.

Besides that, all was well. You didn’t announce that you and Stephen were dating, because it was nobody's goddamn business. You were sure people knew though, between the way you two laughed during lab, the way he touched your hand, the way you walked hand in hand to lunch, the way you left with him on Friday after your last class. It was obvious, but you weren’t going to let everyone in on your relationship. You didn’t owe it to them.

You went bowling once, and actually won, by some miracle. You gave Stephen a hard time, telling him, “You’ll never be a surgeon with such shaky hands. No way you can do surgery if you can’t even get a strike.” He took it in stride though, and made sure to make you pay when he took you ice skating at an indoor rink. You could barely keep up while he skated circles around you.

“What's the matter, can’t keep up? Oh that’s right, you’re so much more superior. I’ll just be racing around, you know, using my shaky legs.” He raced by you and winked while you barely inched forward, terrified of falling on the ice. After he proved his point, he actually came over and taught you how to skate properly and by the end of the day, you felt more confident on the skates.

It was becoming quick knowledge for you two that apparently you could both cook and bake up a storm. Every weekend you two stocked up on some meals, made them together, and then you baked Stephen some sort of obscure dessert you found on Pinterest -- with no complaints from him.

The Pre-med club had a fundraising event that you oversaw and Stephen helped. He didn’t have to, at all, it was just for officers of the club, but he said he’d rather spend time with you, helping you for a good cause than alone.

He assisted in setting up a whole amazing fair, complete with booths, games, and food. Tickets were for a local children’s hospital and all proceeds went to them. He even got his parents to donate a hefty amount anonymously in the club’s name. You were very appreciative of that gesture.

For the first time in a while, you were purely and genuinely happy. School was still going great, as both you and Stephen were devout to getting assignments and studying done before goofing off. Both of your grades were actually better now with a study partner, one that really understood the material and appreciated the time that needed to be spent on it. All of your friends and you met up still, Stephen joining you for quite a few coffee meets. He and Clint seemed to hit it off, which thrilled you.

The four of you had gone on two double dates, once to a restaurant, and once to a movie. In fact, by the second double date, when Clint couldn’t quite hear because the ads playing before the movie were too loud, Stephen signed what he was saying to him. Your heart swelled at the sight.

“When did you learn to sign?” you wondered, impressed, quietly when they were done conversing.

“A week ago. I know you told me he prefers to do that when it’s hard for him to read lips. I figured we’d be in a few of those situations.” He shrugged and you couldn’t help but smile like a huge idiot.

Tony had hosted three more parties, that you went to together and Loki did not show up to.

Things couldn’t get much better for you. It seemed like everything was finally in a good place.

In two weeks, you’d be home for winter break. You two hadn’t discussed what you’d do with the time off, if you’d hang out more, spend quality time with your families or how it would work. You thought you should probably discuss it soon though.

Saturday night, you were in your PJs in Stephen’s room, sitting at his desk. He was on his bed.

“Okay, did you calculate mu yet for problem fifteen?” you asked, looking down.

“No, give me a second,” he said, his brows furrowed.

“I’ve already got it. I thought I’d let you look at it.”

He lifted his head, a playful glare on his face. “For once, will you let me finish first?”

“I’ll never let you finish first,” you teased before sticking your tongue out. “Maybe when you stop with that bullshit science.” You winked as he stared at you. “What?” you asked, his gaze peculiar.

He bit his lip. “You wanna know why I didn’t go to that party with you?”

You eyed him up and down for a second before nodding.

“Because I wanted to.”

You immediately frowned, not understanding, at all.

“I don’t usually like people. I mean, friends are alright, sure, yeah, but as far as dating… It seemed like a waste of my time. I always thought I’d worry about it when I got to med school or residency. But undergrad, that’s the time to really kick ass, get the good grades in, hit the books. I just thought you would be too much of a distraction. And I was right. From the moment I met you, I knew you’d be the one thing that would threaten everything I’d worked for. But then, when you proved to be something that wouldn’t threaten it, you’d actually help it… I wanted you. I just. I was so worried I’d get wrapped up in you, in us, that my schooling would suffer. Then I hoped you would show up alone, so I could maybe make a move, but you showed up with Loki. Then, when you weren’t sitting in the spin the bottle circle, I was happy to see I had another chance. I didn’t want to date you, because you impressed me so much. I thought, ‘There’s a girl who could actually give me a run for my money’ and I don’t come across that very often.”

“So you blew me off because you were worried I’d make you fall in love with me… Sounds logical.”

He stared at you, serious. “It’s the most logical thing I’ve ever experienced because it’s true. I fell for you.”

You stopped breathing, looking at him. Your heart was hammering so hard and fast in your chest you thought you’d pass out.

“You… fell for me?” you asked in a whisper.

“Despite my better judgement. Yes.” He gave you that award-winning side smile. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you all the goddamn time. I worry about you. And for the life of me, I can’t help but imagine being with you.”

You were silent, having no clue what to say at first.

He got up from the bed before kneeling in front of you, resting his hands on your knees. “Please, say something. Tell me to fuck off. Tell me that I’m an idiot. Tell me you don’t feel the same. But please, don’t… I can’t stand the silence.”

For just another second more, you were quiet, you couldn't help it.

“I know it’s fast. I know you’ve been hurt. I know between Bucky and Loki this probably seems like it’s moving way too fast for you but you’ve got to know that I love you.”

Finally, you found your voice. “I love you too,” you finally admitted in a whisper.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen from him grew on his face. “Really?”

You nodded with fervor and a giant grin. “Of course I do. You’re… you’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more. I wanted to tell you I loved you sooner, but I was worried you’d freak and… I don’t know, run?”

He looked at you, bemused. “I’d never run from you, okay?” He reached up and put your hair behind your ear before leaning up to kiss you softly. “I love you far too much to do that.”

He leaned back and you stared down at him with stars in your eyes, a warmth spreading over your body from head to toe.

“Okay,” you said happily.

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A week had gone by since Stephen’s confession, but unfortunately, you two hadn’t had much time to focus on each other. He had to pack his dorm, and you yours, plus you had finals to study for.

Everything was packed now and you just needed to talk to Stephen about the holiday break arrangement. That shouldn’t be too hard. It was Sunday and you two agreed to spend time at his house, spending the night there.

“So, I was wondering,” you started, a little nervous to breach this subject. Admitting you loved each other was one thing, talking about holiday arrangements was a huge step.

“Aren’t you always?”

You ignored him except for smiling with an eyeroll. “About the winter break--”

Suddenly, his phone was vibrating on the counter in the kitchen. “Hold that thought,” he instructed as he answered the call and stepped a few feet away. “Yes, this is him.... Oh… Okay… When?... Alright. Yes. No, that’s fine. Thank you so much.”

After five minutes, he hung up and walked over to you, his face a mask of disbelief.

“Stephen?” you addressed, getting up and rounding the island, rubbing his back. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, no everything is great.”

“Who was that?” you wondered.

“That was the study abroad offices. They said I got the spot,” he informed, still clearly reeling.

You frowned, wondering what he was talking about. “Spot?”

Finally, his attention settled on you as he told you. “I… I was put on a waitlist for studying abroad in London. I applied as soon as I transferred here.” He looked at you with apology and slight horror in his eyes.

“Oh, and so you got a spot on their trip?” you realized.

“Yeah,” he breathed, nodding.

You beamed, throwing your arms around him in a hug. “Great! That’s great!”

He slightly pushed you away and put his hands on your shoulders. “No, the plane leaves right after finals.”

That’s why he was upset. A pit grew in your stomach.

“Oh…”

“Yeah, it’s for over the Christmas break. I… I didn’t think I’d get it. I almost forgot about it. It’s a great opportunity for people wanting to be doctors. You go around and shadow a different kind of doctor every day,” he explained, hoping you would understand.

You nodded, a faint smile on your lips. “That sounds fantastic, Stephen. I’m so happy for you.”

His eyes shot back to your face. He looked at you, worry etched in his features. “I won’t go if you don’t want me to though. I mean, with everything just kind of… starting between us.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, putting your hands on your hips. “Stephen Strange, you listen to me, if this is going to help you make a better life for yourself, then you get on that plane. If we can’t withstand a few weeks apart, then clearly we don’t have a good foundation.”

“Yeah, but…” he started, clearly torn about this.

“No buts. I mean it. I’m happy for you, and I support this,” you insisted.

He put his hands on your hips and pulled you close. “I know. I know you are, but I’ll be away from you for five weeks. What about us? We love each other but this is just getting started and I don’t want to fuck that up.”

“I’ll still be here when you get back. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m going to miss you though.”

“We can always video chat,” you assured. You reached up and put your hands on either side of his face. “This is a fantastic opportunity and I would resent myself if I kept you from it. You need to do this and I’m happy to support that.”

“You’re an amazing person, and I’m so glad I found you.”

“Back at you, Strange,” you teased before planting a quick kiss to his lips.

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enniewritesathing · 5 years

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every time I listen to this one song, I keep thinking about Brian during finals in a fencing match. Around junior/senior year of high school, about the time the feelings were more mutual. And a moment where John was like “wow... my boyfriend is beautiful and incredible!!1!”

Brian picked up fencing after two years of cross country/track and field. His body at this point is starting to get past the lanky stage. He’s used to it, so his movements are graceful. He tried it after the school was like ‘hey... you get to sword fight”. Brian, being a nerd, was down.

Brian is a natural despite not being the body type. He is a much harder target to hit because he is lanky, and he has a reach that his opponents do not have. And he is light on his feet and quick as lightning thanks to running. He takes to the fast pace of the sport. At home, he practices. John joins in sometimes (and goof off with play fighting), but so helpful in getting mentally ready for tournaments and matches.

His style is graceful, violent, flamboyant, exciting. His salute is boastful in a way that his movements speak for itself. Maybe a little arrogant with that smirk of his.

He’s among the top in his school, and in the district. Soon he’s going to regionals.

During this match, it’s looking dire. The score is 9-13. His opponent has 2 points left to win. He needs 7. A comeback from this is damn near impossible. He’s exhausted, mind reeling. He sees that mocking smirk through their decorated mask, their blue eye shining.

He hears John’s voice split the crowd noise. Telling him to not give up. Give them a fight.

Something in Brian sort of... clicks. He gets into stance. There’s a different air about him; his opponent hesistates and Brian strikes. 10-13. Reset. His opponent is shocked. What the hell happened? Brian doesn’t show any reaction except a very hard stare. Brian tries it again, juking left then right, fending off a strike. He’s got enough distance to avoid the tip. He twists. 11-13.

He can’t let himself get too excited. 4 points to 2. He can do this.

His opponent is furious. They’re aggressive in their assault, but they keep coming up short as he simply steps back. Footwork is key here. One misstep and it’ll be over. A quick swipe. 12-13.

Once he gets into a certain tempo, Brian keeps it. It’s a high tempo, that last mile in a race. So can his opponent. He manages to adjust to it. Shit. He doesn’t see the strike. 12-14.

He’s gotta put everything into this. The crowd is amping up. He shuts them out. Brian switches into another mode. Visualizing. Trusting his movements. Trusting himself. John calls it “Automatic Disconnecting Flow” (or some weird shit a 17 year old would make up but it makes sense).

Brian settles in again. The opponent is aggressive again, throwing out fakes and goading him into striking. Brian takes the bait and ...well, trusts himself. His arm goes back behind him and wraps in a way that he’s reaching behind himself, high and strikes. 13-14. The crowd is awed because it just seems like an impossible thing to do physically. Brian can do that because he’s also pretty flexible. He studied the blade.

His opponent is, again, furious. Again, they try and goad him. All they need is just ONE touch. They go for it, going high. Brian lunges, going as low and long as he can. 14-14.

This is it. This is it. He needs a surprise. He thinks of one. “Superman punch.” An overhead. Much like when John does it in his match (if he pulls it off), the blow will be devestating. The ref starts the point match. Brian weaves through, this time, throwing in fakes of his own. He sets it up. At the same time, his opponent thrusts -- upward.

He trusts himself.

Brian jumps towards his opponent with a slight bend. He feels the sword slide across his back. He punches down.

15-14.

The crowd goes nuts. He tears his mask off. His team dogpiles him; the coaches urging them back so he can shake his opponent’s hand. (They did a really halfhearted one lol). He runs to the stands where John and Noelle sat (turns out, behind him). John gives him a HUGE kiss.

Brian couldn’t stop crying with happiness as he got his medal and the trophy for the school. He’s a legend because of that comeback.

#a text post #non sims #long post #whenever i have a song that's like neoclassical or a song that has classical elements i think of brian fencing??#he can get really acrobatic in avoiding getting hit #he has done splits a couple of times #let say that if he had the time he could be olympic level??#but the moment that john fell hard for brian was when he did that superman punch to win the match #it wasn't a punch but the motion and john was like YOO!!!! YOU LOOKED SO BADASS!!!'#'AND BEAUTIFUL!!' and a little terrifying'

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mecharina · 6 years

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A letter to Southern Grimvault

I guess this is my ‘Good-bye to WS’ post.

After the initial announcement of the game’s shut down two weeks ago, I haven’t had any idea how to properly express my feelings about Wildstar being close down. Seeing other people’s posts here and lurking on the many groups in discord of the news, I just felt a giant wave of sadness come over me and I couldn’t properly express that.

But I guess I’ve gathered my thoughts enough to where I’m writing this, so. It’s mostly for me, just to come in terms with everything. So take it as you will if you do read it.

P.S. It’s Long. P.P.S I’m not good at writing, so pardon for any odd phrasing or grammar lol

I used to farm the area for heartichoke (and later bloodbriar when it became more profitable) late at night w/ my mechari (To my best son, Romulus). It was a very routine thing I did when I didn’t (at the time) have a guild to partake in activities with.

Passing through Conqueror Square, around 10-11 pm PST, when the only physical activity you could see in Illium was at best, 2-4 people, was a normal sight for me as I headed to the transporters. (Rapid transport? I’m stingy) It was the end of a day for most, but the beginning for me as it was my goal, through this repeated and really obsolete method at the time, to gain more plat.

When loaded in, I put my mini-map on maximum size so I would be able to discern which crops to farm and others to stay away. (I didn’t use a mod to pin point which was which. I never had felt the need to.) Minimized all quests windows, locking them into place so I didn’t accidentally click on them when I was moving around. I ignored nchat for the most part, but did take the occasional peek when curious.

All the while, I would be listening to the movie “The Grand Budapest Hotel”. Why that particular movie to this map? I really have no idea, to be frank. I don’t own a physical copy of the movie. And I’m more of a fan of Wes Anderson’s Fantastic Mr. Fox really. But this was the movie that always played in the background as I farmed. Eventually, the movie came synonymous with this map. It was just automatic for me to put it on-- late at night, with my earphones plugged in. Any extra noise in game, except the sfx for moving around in the world, would be the only thing I would be listening to for next 2-3 hours.

As the third party host site played the movie in the background, I farmed in S. Grimvault. I definitely do not have the lines memorized by heart for this movie despite me listening to it on repeat. But I’ve connected parts in the movie as to what areas in the map I would be located at the time. The first lines, “It is an extremely common mistake: people think the writer’s imagination is always at work...” would indicate myself being near Vigilant Incursion, just before the Strain Wall event on Dommie side. I’d run up the hill and make my way around the perimeter, closes to the wall as I looked over whether or not there was something I wanted to farm there.

“Ten? Are you joking? That’s more than I’d pay an actual dealer -- and you wouldn’t know chiarascuro from chicken giblets,” line would usually be before or about around the Charlie Company Crash area, Exile side. To “Don’t flirt with her.” approximately around the entrance to Northern Grimvault between the two Exile and Dominion outposts. If the line was heard before I past the area, meant I made good time, or if a little after, meant I needed to pick up the pace. (Why it mattered whether I hurried along with farming had no real consequence, of course I didn’t want to spend the ENTIRE night there.)

The lines were sorta like markers for me, the starting point being at the Dominion drop in, all the way around through Exile side of S.Grimvault and through the perimeter of the Strain infested areas before coming back around to Vigilant Incursion. Given this was the path I always took when farming, I took to noticing and exploring things. Only natural for me. Since no one was ever really there, save the occasional leveling player or a bot attacking at monsters. (I swore the first time I saw a bot, I thought legitimately it was a real person... In the back of my mind I kinda did hope it was a real person. Goes to show how lonesome of a person I was then lol).

I know I could have just searched google and typed up things like “Locations of Elite Bosses in S.Grimvault” or “What areas do Champion Bosses spawn in S. Grimvault” but my intention was never to fulfill the achievement quota when I was there. Finding and fighting bosses was a side quest I gave myself when farming. (The extra gold never hurt.) And they became part of the farming routine as I gathered and found more of these bosses and where they were located. (I only ever tackled fighting the rock and strain champion bosses, the charging rhino creature and the Eldan bot were some I couldn’t last long enough to win against.)

The entire routine itself, this farming in Southern Grimvault, was something I did look forward to in the late evenings. I would probably be done around 2-3 am, willing if I didn’t stay longer. Eventually, all the prior set up just became a blur, like, you’ve done it plenty of times, so much so it goes by like ‘that.’ At this point, as I farmed, I thought about things, stuff pertaining to WS in-game, lore, or character development.

One thought I repeatedly went back to in terms of WS was the economy, that if more people played, and how heartichoke and bloodbriar would soar as hot ticket items on the market. I imagined myself to be one of those stuck-up vets (at farming) who knew all the good spots and places to gather said items, being a little greedy and garnering enough plat through this practice to reach the milestone of 1000 plat. ( A personal goal <o/ )

Or story ideas for my characters, coincidentally most of them concerned Rom because I always played him during these times. How he’d go to the market the next day, after rigorously spending the day/night prior harvesting these crops, how he’d haggle with merchants and make a pretty plat. How he’d send Kalua to university in Cassus, or help fund/support his brother Remus’s endeavors with the Torine. Just little plot/character ideas that came into mind at the time.

By the time I hear the credits roll in the background, I’m back near Vigilant Incursion. Upon arriving, I make a quick visit to the renown vendor, sell my extra loot and organize decor/items I’ve gotten and head back to Illium. Most times I’d head back into housing, but recent (recent as in months before when I still farm regularly) I’d just be in Illium and log off. I’d call it a night and that would be the end of it.

I suppose, why I’m writing PARTICULARLY about this personal routine rather than the times I’ve RP’d or done raiding, or gone through the story of WS, or even the drawings I’ve done for the game... is that-

That I thought I’d always be able to come back to it.

When I felt sad, or down, or wanted to relax after a long day, late nights farming in Southern Grimvault always gave me a peace of mind. The map was vast enough that I could spend 2-3 hours, while listening to a movie, to farm, explore, and goof around. I’d be able to process myself through this simple action of swinging giant claws at a plant or garnering a couple gold from a boss.

But now that this is something that won’t happen anymore, it’s a bit sad to think that I won’t be able to enjoy that routine. Of course there will be other things, but specifically this and the things I’ve experienced through Wildstar, a whole lot of it...

I am going to miss it. I knew it was going to be gone at some point, but I wasn’t afraid to hope a little. Just a bit more, another day, another month, a year, even longer, for content that may have come to bring it back to its feet. But in the end it didn’t. And come Nov. 28th, the game will shut down and WS will be gone. It’s my first mmo, and I guess I’ll never really get over the deal that it is over...

But as everyone has said at this point, the memories of the game, making friends, enjoying the content, how long you’ve been playing either at the beginning or near the end. It’s something to keep despite all the sadness about the news. All of that, I’m really happy to have been through, being able to meet new people, doing things, having fun.

So, I’ll close this off saying:

Thank you, Southern Grimvault. Thanks for being a map that let me feel like an explorer and enjoying the aesthetics you had to offer with your golden fields of towering exanite to your strain infested pulsating caves.

Thanks everyone, for all the content you create and your passion that kept the game alive through the years.

And to Wildstar for its crazy sciency magical space cow-boy world that I took great enjoyment in.

The giant 10 foot robot appreciates it.

#wildstar #wsrp #ws #carbine studios #mechari #post #well this went longer than I thought of originally #but I'm glad I finally got my thoughts down properly #the one thing i want to do is definitely finish Exile Main quest side #myart

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the-energon-hole · 6 years

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Hi hi! Could I request TFP Wheeljack headcanons about him worrying over his human partner while they're injured in the med bay?

((A/N - Hmm, I’m sorry, It’s not that this ask is boring or anything in fact it sounded super sweet but for some reason my brain is mush and I think I’m still like grumpy or something-

I guess this is more like “Wheeljack inadvertently caused an injury to his human friend and he feels bad about it but is also justified in his actions” Idk I didn’t have inspiration when I wrote this.

I might try again later when I’m feeling more into it, I’m sorry this isn’t what you asked for.))

Wheeljack

-It all happened so fast, one minute you two were just having a good time on your day off while you just goofed off out in the desert just blowing up rocks in this big abandoned canyon while you also took the opportunity to practicing aiming by placing tin cans on various structures to shoot em off with a pellet gun, and the next thing he knew you both were ambushed from above by a bunch of vehicons that must have picked up on his Autobot signal that he sometimes forgets to mask whenever he goes out beyond the base. You ran and hid behind some cover before they really took notice of you just like how he taught you to do if something like this did ever happen, which was good because that meant you weren’t in the way whenever he needed to get a little more aggressive and violent with these sparkless drones, but it also meant that he cannot keep a good eye on you while he fought off about four of those machines by himself. It wasn’t a hard battle if you had asked him, he has taken on more bots by himself- but it took a little longer because they like to fight dirty and they ganged up on him without him being able to do much about it except brute force his way through the crowd with various punching and kicking, and by the time it was over and all the cons’ were dead on the ground and smashed into a million bits and you didn’t crawl out of your hiding spot right away to congratulate him as you normally would on seeing him win a battle, he went out of his way to peek into every gap in search of you to make sure you were ok and not stuck in some hole or something (humans were small, you guys can get stuck in places he can’t even imagine!). You weren’t one to play games with him like Miko would, so when he found you lying on the ground covered in dust and debris from the previous battle he was just in he could swear in that moment he felt his spark physically drop out of its chamber in his chest and hit the floor hard enough to shatter as if it weren’t physically attached to his frame. You lay face down on the ground looking a little worse for wear as our clothes was a little tattered and your skin greying from the settling clouds of dirt in the air, his processor was telling him it probably wasn’t as bad as it looked- but his spark was panic while telling him that he got you killed because he was too dumb to wait for you to be in full cover before engaging with the enemy. There wasn’t any blood as far as he could tell, but he was pretty sure humans were not meant to have their arms bent that way, so as carefully as he could he lifted you up close and transported you back to the base after calling for emergency ground bridge from Ratchet.

-He got an audio full of what everyone’s opinions were once he got back at base; it was as if they all had this uncanny ability to gang up on him and make him feel as if he is gteh worst Autobot to have ever walked the Earth, and you know what maybe he was, but it’s not like he had much of a choice as they were literally in the bottom of a canyon without anywhere to really go- to say he would have fought them back for their harsh words and pretentious attitudes is an understatement as apparently hindsight was a damn superpower to this group of bots, but they can say whatever they want to say because really they were not there when it happened and they really have no place to judge him for his quick actions. Beyond his little oopsie of forgetting to scramble his signal, he was in the right, because if he hadn’t taken those bots out they would have easily just captured him and kill you. It’s not like it was Megatron that came after him or anything anyway, because if it was one of the bigger Decepticons contenders he would have stalled them a little before making his move against them, so why does it matter? Anyway, that kid’s mom, June was her name wasn’t it? She took you to the hospital after you regained consciousness a little bit after she examined you in their medbay to see how badly your injuries were and if she needed to treat you right then and there or not. It was as he predicted, it looked worse than what it really was, you were scraped and bruised and your arm was broken, but nothing irreversible happened because apparently you did the right thing protecting yourself from falling rocks that would have pelted you in the head. If anything they should be proud of you for being able to handle yourself in a way that your injuries could have been so much worse and yet you still have that goofy smile on your face as if you weren’t in any pain, he knew you were, but you were playing it up for everyone else’s benefit as they tried to dote on you and junk. You played the whole “oh if Wheeljack weren’t there, they would have killed me!” card and he was loving how everyone suddenly backtracked hard and told him he actually did the right thing for once engaging instead of waiting. He did feel guilty about what he did to you though as it was all just one big accident, but you both knew it was bound to happen eventually as you hung out with giant alien robots asa hobby, but you took it in stride and were a trooper about it in front of everyone.

-The next few days were a bit different however as you were barely even allowed to even come over to the base once your family found out you “got injured falling off a small cliff while exploring the desert”- at first he was frustrated as you were slowly becoming a great source of companionship to him, but when you did finally come out of your house bandaged up like some kind of burn victim with your arm in a sling did it really hit him that this really aws all his fault. You sat quietly in the cabin of his alt mode while stroking your arm quietly as he can tell you were still in pretty rough shape from all of the small injuries peppered all over your body. Scrap, you were dinged up pretty bad weren’t you, and now he looks like a total aft for not being more worried earlier when all of this happened. You were such a trooper though with that smile on your face and the insisting that you were fine and that he didn’t do anything wrong- he should have known you were acting to make the others back off a little and give you the space you needed. You were kind of good at playing people with the way you gave off those fake smiles and those cute little chuckles- Primus, you even had him fooled, and he can normally read right through your little acts. To be fair though, tensions were really high,and a lot of bots and people were yelling at him so he hardly was in the right mindset. He asked how bad it really was, and you were honest, you told him that it hurt like hell but you also really emphasized the fact to him that you don’t blame him for what he did, but you do expect him to worry about you more when shti does happen or else when you die you are going to haunt him for the rest of his existence while giving that real genuine smile he has been missing all week. Ah, there it was, the real sass and the real joy that he likes seeing come from you when being around when it came to you both just joking about dumb things- it was why you all got along so well. He did apologize to you kind of in his own way, and promised to try and be a little less selfish when you were around, he forgets how fragile humans really are compared to them sometimes. You forgave him of course, but you milked these injuries long after most of them were healed, and he hated it, but it also made him feel good to know there were no hard feelings between the two of you because now that you managed to wriggle your way into his life he finds more and more as the days passed that he can’t imagine his life without you in it.

(05/19/18)

#Transformers Prime #Wheeljack #Headcanon

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Alaska's Christmas Extravaganza ~ Hobnob

AN: You know, i love this time of year but people seem to really miss the true meaning of Christmas. I felt obliged to put it into context for the lovely folks at home. Lets have a look at some reviews shall we?

“The spelling was ok.”- Daily Mail

“There was a good attempt there.” -The Sunday Times

“I think i need to watch the show before getting any of this sweetie.” -My Mum

I hope Shangela reads this and finds the strength to win AS3~ Hobnob

–The scene sets in a small living room, adorned with various Christmas ornaments strung up around the mantlepiece. A crackling log fire fills the air with a certain smell akin to the time of year, and occasionally spits the odd ember onto the beige carpeted floor. An artificial tree in the far corner emits a low hum as it partially lights the dim room. Three individuals inhabit the area, sitting on a rather worn looking sofa whilst watching BBC news in ugly Christmas sweaters.–

Jinkx: Alaska you little shit.

Alaska: Hiee.

Jinkx: The nextdoor neighbours said you smothered their Christmas tree in faeces and ate their dog.

Alaska: (Gnawing at a bone) I can’t help it. Christmas is shit.

Jinkx: (Getting up and turning the telly off) You’re gonna have to go get it together before we go to my nans Christmas party on Saturday.

Alaska: If you make me go i’ll set her milky eyes on fire!

Jinkx: Jesus christ Alaska thats messed up.

Alaska: Yeah well you’re jewish. You don’t even celebrate Christmas.

Alaska: Christmas can suck my wang!!

Roxxxy: (Speaking up with a mouth full of mince pies #thickandjuicy) Sounds like you need…the spirit of Christmas.

Alaska: The spirit of Christmas?

Roxxxy: Didn’t you know? Legend says Shangela has the ability to grant unlimited holiday cheer with a single holy halleloo.

Alaska: Gay.

Roxxxy: (Sobbing, but continuing to eat) Its not gay Alaska!

Roxxxy: And you’d better find your Christmas cheer before Jinkxseses nans party.

Alaska: I don’t see it for me but ok.

Jinkx: I won’t have you ruining it like last year.

Alaska: Wasn’t that bad.

Roxxxy: You killed 5 salvation army workers with a decorative star.

Alaska: And I’d do it again!!!

Alaska: I couldn’t care less about that party. I don’t care for Christmas. Tiny Tim can contract ebola!!

Roxxxy: (Checking her casio sports watch) I’m late for the bus guys gtg. Bingo is in half an hour.

Alaska: Hmmmm…the spirit of Christmassssss🤔🤔🐍sssounds gay…

–Alaska gets up and walks to the window. The snowfall isn’t all that heavy as small flakes are illuminated by a street lamp with lewd drawings carved into the side. She could drive around to find the Shangela, except she owned a BMW, and rear wheel drive is shit in winter so she’d probably crash into some schoolboys on their way home.–

Alaska: Jinkx i need a lift.

Jinkx: I can’t, my cars in the shop.

Jinkx: you keyed the entirety of Aja’s Valentina speech on it last week.

–A shadowy figure in a Santa hat approaches the window and taps the glass with a skeletal finger.–

Ru: It’s me, God!

Ru: Wait.

Ru: It’s me, Rupaul!

Alaska: Rupaul? I thought Miss Fame set you on fire for eating meat?

Ru: (Neck rolling) My body is an illusion chiilde. My existence is merely a string of conscious decisions ive made prior to this mortal realm.

Alaska: Party.

Alaska: Please mawma. Help me find Shangela so I won’t be a cunt to my loved ones all the time.

Ru: Well…i suppose I’m all out of queens to block on twitter…

Ru: Aight lets make this quick, i have a bingo game in half an hour.

–They both get in Rupauls Toyota Camry and speed off whilst remaining under the speed limit. Road safety is important at this time of year as 70% of road collisions occur at Christmas.–

Alaska: (Shedding her skin) Where the bloody hell would Shangela be?

Ru: In todays maxi challenge, we’ll be traveling to the happiest place on earth!

Alaska: Lapland?

Ru: Close.

Ru: Scotland!

Alaska: Oh.

Alaska: (Hissing at the radio) Change the station rupaul this is making my ears bleed.

Ru: Oh? But this is the latest hit off my smashing Christmas album, ‘The beggining of the realness glamazonian peanut walk-the rumix.’

Alaska: Well turn it off. Its upsetting Jinkxes nan.

–The pair of them turn around to see Jinkxes nan having a Christmas seizure.–

Ru: If you don’t like it Alaska, get out. I don’t have to put up with tomfuckery. I’m God!

Ru: Wait.

Ru: No yes thats right.

–Alaska ejects the CD and throws it outside at a schoolboy. She takes a CD from her bra and pops it in as one of her many compelling songs begins to play.–

Alaska: Anus now available at your closest pound world.

Ru: Get out.

–Alaska is thrown out the car into a pile of snow.–

Alaska: Fuck you Rupaul you saggy bastard!!

Ru: See you at all stars 17 lad.

Ru: (Neck rolling) Oh you…forgot this.

–Rupaul throws Jinkxes nan into the pile of snow and speeds off.– Alaska: Shit.

–Alaska spots a warm glow in the distance. On further inspection it’s a humble pub. She approaches it, stepping over Jinkxes nan along the way. Once inside she spots a booth of old geezers.–

Alaska: Mrs. Kasha Davis? Tempest Dujour? Why you here?

Mrs. Kasha Davis: Us old folk have a hard time finding a place to stay during winter, and you know what they say!

Alaska: There’s always time for a cocktail?

Mrs. Kasha Davis: No. Mrs. Kasha Davis: (Tearing up) I have no grasp of my drinking problem and I’m sadder than I’ve ever been help me please.

Alaska: Lol hiee.

Tempest: Your aura is jacked. What’s troubling you?

Alaska: I need to find Shangela. Legend says a single halleloo can light a soul on fire with Christma-

Tempest: Dont talk to me about legend you lanky shit. I invented that story.

Tempest: Besides, that’s just a myth i created.

Alaska: But why Tempest?

Tempest: To get those kids off my danm lawn!

Charlie: (Raising her pint) Here here!

Alaska: Then that means…I’m doomed to hate Christmas forever…

Mrs. Kasha Davis: Yeah looks like it.

Alaska: I think I’ll go watch the Sherlock Christmas special.

Alaska: Thanks for literally nothing.

–Alaska hangs her head and pushes a pint glass off the table sadly :( She begins to exit the pub.–

Charlie: Wait!!! You have passed the test.

Alaska: (Turning back around) Pardon?

Charlie: Most people prefer the Doctor Who Christmas special, but the Sherlock Christmas special is far superior. You have passed the test.

–The seniors huddle together and whisper amongst themselves before turning back to Alaska.–

Tempest: Shangela is in fact real.

Tempest: We were only goofing you before because you’re sort of a dick.

Alaska: So Shangela is in the happiest place on earth Scotland?

Mrs. Kasha Davis: (Guffawing) Dont be silly.

Mrs. Kasha Davis: Scotland doesn’t exist. Shangela lives in Sheffield, up in the block of flats behind Lidl.

Tempest: I hear the Lidl fruit cake is very good this year.

Mrs. Kasha Davis: Yes Ive heard that too.

Tempest: Mmm very good.

Charlie: Bit too dense for me. Gives me diarrhoea.

–They all look around to Alaska who’s disappeared.–

Tempest: Shit.

–Around an hour later and Alaska finds herself outside a large council estate. She travels up the flight of stairs to a door with a Christmas wreath. She rips it off the door and knocks. A Christmas present rolls out the door and Shangela pops out.–

Shangela: Haleoo?

Alaska: Hiee are you…

Alaska: (Looking down at her hand) Shanjello?

Shangela: Maybe i am. maybe i arent.

Shangela: I just huffed an entire tube of paint i genuinely don’t know anymore.

Alaska: This entire holiday is aids.

Alaska: I got frostbite on the way up and i left Jinkxes nan to die in a pile of snow.

Alaska: I need some Christmas spirit.

Shangela: (Taking out a fat blunt and taking a massive chong) Listen here you lanky shit.

Shangela: Many before you have tried, and most have failed.

Shangela: Just like on drag race, consequence for failure…is death.

Alaska: I’m not sure that’s correct.

Shangela: Yeah sorry its the drugs.

Shangela: Alright go get me some Lidl fruit cake and i’ll give you my sweet Christmas goo.

Alaska: Ok but i never want to hear the phrase ‘sweet Christmas goo’ ever again.

Alaska: Biee

Shangela: (Waving and grinning) No problem giant purple rat.

Shangela: Is the sky melting?

–Alaska makes her way inside Lidl and grabs a big ol fruit cake. At the counter she couldn’t help but feeling she knew the cashier dressed up in a reindeer costume. She pushes a schoolboy over and places her baked Christmas goods on the counter along with a litre bottle of tizer which was only a quid insane bargain.–

Raja: 3 quid mate.

Alaska: Raja??? You work in Lidl???

Raja: Aye.

Raja: You know how it is. Crippling debt and all that.

Raja: Turns out 75,000 pounds goes quickly if you spend it all on grey hair dye.

Alaska: I didn’t ask but ok, werk.

Raja: What are you doing here? You hate Christmas and seasonal foods.

Alaska: it’s not for me, Shangela is exchanging Cake for Christmas spirit.

Raja: (Gasping) That idea is a boot from me. Shangela is a very vengeful and evil spirit!

Raja: OI RAVEN.

Raven: (From across the room working another counter) WHAT.

Raja: THE CUNTS ONLY GONE AND MADE A DEAL WITH SHANGELA.

Raven: WELL GET HER OUT THE STORE I WONT BE CLEANING UP BLOOD OFF THE FLOOR.

Raja: (Turning back to Alaska) Would you like a bag for an extra 5p?

Alaska: Vengeful spirit? What are you on about?

Raja: Well, back on our season there happened to be a Christmas challenge…

Raja: All was going well. The room was full of seasonal cheer! That was all until a large box was rolled out and we were all proper gagged.

Raja: Shangela popped out of the box after being eliminated from last season. She was ready to snatch the crown by any means necessary.

Raja: As it turns out she did so badly in the challenge, she landed herself in the bottom 2 once again.

Raja: Fuelled by her hatred for tulle fabric and Mimi Imfurst, she managed to stay in the competition. But at a cost…

Raja: Ever since, she’s hated Christmas! And steals the souls of those who cannot bring her Christmas cake!!

Raven: RAJA DID YOU TELL HER THE STORY?

Raja: I’M TELLING IT NOW FUCK OFF.

Alaska: (Hands over the money) Sounds fake.

Alaska: See you at Jinkxes nans party!

Raja: Bye.

Raja: Daft cunt…

–Back outside Shangela’s door, Alaska knocks three times. Did she have anything to worry about? Was Raja’s warning true?–

Shangela: Haleoo?

Alaska: I brought you fruit cake.

Shangela: Who are you?

Alaska: We met 10 minutes ago.

Shangela: Ah! Giant purple rat!

–Alaska hands over the cake and Shangela observes it for a moment.–

Shangela: This…this i-is not Christmas fruit cake…

Alaska: Oh man really? Haa i must’ve picked up partytime gyozas by accident my bad.

Shangela: (Fists trembling as she goes red) YOU HAVE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE..

Alaska: Omf the look on your face right now…priceless.

Alaska: Hey what’s your wifi password?

Shangela: IM-IM.

–Shangela begins to transform as she morphs into a disgusting snowman creature. Finally she lets out a blood curdling screech and lunges at Alaska.–

Shangela: HAAALEEELOOOOOOOOOOO

Alaska: (Dodging Shangela’s punch) Hmm i think Raja may of been on to something…

Alaska: I’d better get out of here huh.

–Alaska begins to boot it down the stairs, Shangela hot on her heels, throwing glasses of Absolut cocktails at her. Alaska’s lanky knees give way as she clatters to the floor. She was at the mercy of Shangela, who towered over her menacingly.–

Shangela: I DONT HAVE A CHRISTMAS CAKE IVE NEVER HAD A CHRISTMAS CAKE IF I WANTED CHRISTMAS CAKE YES I PROBABLY COULD GO OUT AND GET ONE BECAUSE I AM WHAT? HUNGRY. YOU COULD NEVER HAVE A CHRISTMAS CAKE BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL BABY EVERYTHING I HAVE EATEN IVE WORKED FOR AND GOTTEN MYSELF I HAVE BUILT MYSELF FROM THE GROUND UP YOU FUCKING BITCH.

Alaska: (Cowering and shaking in fear) IM SO CONFUSED IS THIS A REFERENCE TO SOMETHING?

–Suddenly a Toyota Camry screeches to a halt. The door opens and it’s Rupaul!–

Ru: Alaska! Get in!

–Alaska picks herself off the floor and hops in the car. They speed away as Shangela runs after them, her snowman body gaining power in the heavy snow.–

Alaska: Rupaul? Why did you come back?

Ru: Ive been listening to Anus!

Ru: I relate a lot to the message of nails.

–Shangela lets out another roaring halleloo as she continues to throw acid cocktails. Alaska cooks up an idea stew.–

Alaska: Ru! Drive back to Jinkxes house!

Ru: What? Why? She’ll destroy the place!

Alaska: Trust mawma.

–When they arrive at Jinkxes house Ru does a sick tailspin and stops in the driveway. They leg it inside as a confused Jinkx is setting out party foods and drinks.–

Alaska: JINKX! DID YOU BUY CHRISTMAS FRUIT CAKE FOR THE PARTY?

Jinkx: What? Yeah it’s my nans favourite.

Alaska: Your nan is dead Jinkx!

Alaska: Go get the fucking cake!!

Jinkx: Wait what?

Alaska: No time to explain go grab the cake!!

Jinkx: Did you say my nan-

Alaska: Jinkx really gurl priorities. Get the fucking cake.

–Jinkx goes into the kitchen and comes back with the baked goods in hand. Alaska hurries to the front door and swings it open to find a now 50 ft tall Shangela running towards the house. She readies her throwing arm into Shangela’s agape mouth and takes aim.–

Alaska: Merry Christmas.

Alaska: motherfucker.

–She throws it with her massively lanky arms as it lands in Shangela’s throat. Shangela munches for a bit before nodding her head and returning to her original size.–

Shangela: Bloody good cake that. Aight you’ve earned your Christmas spirit Alaska.

Alaska: Thanks.

Alaska: But you know, i don’t think i need it.

Alaska: I’ve learnt that Christmas isn’t about Holiday spirit, or even our loved ones.

Alaska: It’s about food. I get it now.

Ru: Good job chiiilde. You figured it out.

Ru: Looks like my work here, (Winks) is done.

Alaska: But where will you go?

Ru: Wherever I’m needed.

Ru: Plus i hear Michelle got in trouble with the feds for smuggling coke in her boobs, so i’d better go help her out.

Alaska: Bieeeee.

–People start arriving for the Christmas party. Tempest Dujour, Mrs. Kasha Davis, Charlie Hides, Raja, Raven and even Roxxxy take their places at the table and begin to chow down on the delicious munchies. Just before Alaska goes inside Shangela lets out a small cough.–

Shangela: Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. You’ve taught me the true meaning of Christmas, and I’m forever grateful for that henny.

Alaska: You know…there is an extra place at the table since we killed Jinkxes nan…

Alaska: Want to join us?

Shangela: Well, i am out of paint to huff…

Shangela: You know what? Halleloo i do!!

–And so everyone gathered around for this most festive of holidays, rejoicing and eating those mini sausage rolls that taste better cold. Roxxxy’s bingo game went well, the old folks had a place to stay, Jinkx was sobbing into the tablecloth, and most importantly, Alaska had found out the true meaning of Christmas. Merry Christmas to one and all reading this, and i hope you go to Lidl for your shopping this festive season. Halleloo.–

#hobnob #christmas fic #alaska thunderfuck #jinkx monsoon #roxxxy andrews #mrs kasha davis #charlie hides #tempest dujour #raja gemini #raven #rpdr fanfiction #submission #shangela laquifa wadley #crack fic #rupaul

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Ep. 5: “I only deal with things in my control” - Ben

James Hayden

Tribal went according to plan. Leanne was blindsided 5-3. Now to do damage control with Naj and Aimee. Hopefully we don't have to do this soon. Zack's constant paranoia before tribal is worrisome.

Maddison

Pedro just blew up my game and I want him gone.

James Hayden

Within minutes of tribal ending, Jay sends us a message saying that our next immunity challenge will start in a few minutes. What the hell??? I was not expecting that. It turns out to be a game of tag from hell. We instantly lost Sarah and Amy because they have sketchy internet connection at the moment. Although losing the challenge and going to tribal isn't the worst thing for my game, I accidentally goofed and was eliminated after two hours. It's now down to Zack, Ben, and Naj vs 5 (?) of their people. Zack tried to make a deal with them to end this, but no dice. If we do lose, Aimee probably goes home. I don't want to go to tribal again, so I'm once again praying to the Survivor ORG gods for a W.

Ryan

I was doing so well for the first few rounds, but it feels like I'm going on a downward spiral. I'm pretty sure I've still got numbers with Pedro, Amy, John and Maddison, but I'm scaaaaared

Olivia A

I’m very disappointed by the outcome of that challenge. I think if we kept going we definitely would’ve won. We shouldn’t have taken the deal but oh well I guess. I am incredibly exhausted and almost cried when the randomizer showed that they won. I’m going to sleep!!

John B

Well that challenge turned into a major bummer, but hey, hindsight is 20/20 I guess. Now we have to figure out who to vote and if I had to guess it’s gonna be Ryan or Alan. I hope my alliance can get things together. With Alan having the idol we may need to split votes and Idk who we’d split with. Honestly at this point as long as it’s not me I could care less. Xoxo Gossip John 😘

Kalle N

Pedro exposing alliances that I'm not a part of... OOF. Honestly I don't even care who we vote out at this point. I am getting sick of no one on this tribe being able to make a decision or say a name and if i get voted out i will be relieved. I just want this to end

Ryan

feeling very Sandra right now. “Anybody but me”.

James Hayden

After more than four hours, WE WON THE TAG CHALLENGE FROM HELL!!! We were only down to Zack and Ben, but we won!! The other tribe agreed to do a randomizer and had a 75% chance of winning, but the Survivor ORG gods favored us and we got the W. After the challenge, Jay said to be online after tribal. This leads us to think a swap is happening. I'm just hoping that the odds are in my favor and end up with some variation of the 5. Ideally, the my new tribe would be me, Sarah, Ben, and two people from the other tribe. As long as my new tribe isn't myself with Aimee/Naj and three new people, I should be ok.

Ryan

I’m getting really close to John, I feel like we’re starting to really control some decisions. Maddison is still my #1 though

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2sp7C2PJIE&feature=youtu.be

Zack M

what can i say right now? i'm not happy. we won the immunity challenge but not because we deserved it. i'm so irritated with the majority of my tribe at the moment. again, i understand that real life is going on around us and the majority don't have the luxury of just sitting around on our computers all day. BUT LIKE CAN WE JUST TRY IT ONE NIGHT?! just once. the challenge was tag. endurance. we have to be ready to go every 5 minutes. did i plan on spending my saturday night like this. absolutely not. was i there until the very end? absolutely. we started out with cody, james, najwah, ben, and i. we were immediately down by 2 because sarah and aimee weren't available. after about an hour john from the other tribe and i were chosen to meet to try to reach a deal to end this challenge early. i got nothing from john even through i tried to be cute and mention that he beat me in the flag challenge. whatever. we continue. during this continuation the host left to shave her head. cute haircut, wrong timing. can you imagine jeff being like "brb guys, do this challenge without me because i need a trim real quick." like what? especially during a game where it comes down to SECONDS. like if you can't be there go ahead and tap in someone else. when she returned she asked if anything had happened ... the rules clearly stated that we were NOT ALLOWED to talk in the game chat ... john on the other side said "nope" .... the rest of us said nothing because again, let me repeat for the people in the back, the rules clearly stated that we were NOT ALLOWED to talk in the game chat. if their 6 (minus john) and our 4 at the time understood, why did he not? also, why did he not get punished for it? THEN we decided to make it harder where we were speeding it up a little to try and get through it tonight. again, let me repeat that, all we did was speed it up. from what i understood we had to "tag" someone at the beginning of the minute. we were not able to wait until the last second ... otherwise why would everyone have not been doing that the entire game? it would have obviously been the go to move. grae, from the other tribe, tagged najwah right before the cut off. she was literally typing as the round ended. it was clearly unfair but again overlooked and we were down another player. i know we are human and the host can't be everywhere at once and at the time ben and kalle from the other team were trying to come to some sort of deal to end the game BUT the game should have been the main focus. on top of letting it slide, my multiple comments of how it was unfair were not correctly addressed. in no way was i trying to get an upper hand for our team. it was clear at that moment we were going to lose and as i've mentioned in multiple confessions i would rather be at tribal than not because i don't know what everyone else is doing. i just love rules. i'm very type a. i pay attention to everything. i didn't think it was cool. nothing can change my mind. it wasn't cool. period. but let's take a moment to sit back and lay in that good karma. i'm a firm believer that good things come to those who deserve it and we did because we had two disadvantages happen to us in the game. in the end, we went to some website ... idk ... and did some random shit. their 5 names and our 2 were put in a list. they picked the number 3 so the host hit randomize or something 3 times and i picked the number 4 because that's my god number and BOOM!!!! ben's name was number 4 so we won. WONT HE DO IT. YES HE WILL. believe in him and give thanks because we won. i thought i was on mute but i wasn't and i clapped. the other team probably hates me and like i'm guessing we are going to expand to 3 groups of 5 tomorrow but i don't even care. if i'm going to lose and be voted out i want it to be right. our team did not deserve to be at tribal tomorrow and guess what .. we won't be. i'm praying i end up on a team with the majority of my alliance or at least my tribe but honestly we will probably lose if we do. i just want a team that wins so i can make it to the merge. that's all i'm focused on right now. the rest can come later. in conclusion, i don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. i don't really care. i'm ready to play survivor. ... oh yeah, and leanne went home at tribal tonight but honestly that feels so long ago and i don't really have anything to say about that except i love you leanne and it wasn't personal. the message to the wrong group killed your game. human error. *mic drop*

Najwah

I am honestly shocked by that tribal. There are no words. I KNEW it wouldn't be straightforward. I knew some blindside would go down coz nothing made sense. However, I really didn't expect them to vote out Leanne haha. I thought it would be me for sure. As I told Cody, everyone are such bad actors. There were so many things that didn't add up and they created a group with "A plan" but no one had a plan and everyone was saying the same thing? Also Sarah was way too comfortable. And she supposedly hasn't spoken to anyone? Haha they're terrible liars. Like at least make something better up. And the jewelery box!! WHERE IS THE JEWELERY BOX? Leanne never had it. Someone else is playing really hard. It's defs one of the boys. I bet. I never trusted Ben and James.

Najwah

I gave my all in that game. It was already 6am when I got eliminated (quite unfairly, might I add) but I could have gone on all night because there was no way I wanted to go to tribal council again. Especially now that I'm on the outs and don't really know who to trust anymore. I don't trust anyone. Cody called me after tribal but idk, I feel very disappointed because I at least thought HE had my back but I understood, I was close with Leanne and I was the one she was messaging in the group. As much as Leanne made a mistake. I made a mistake by replying. I basically dug my own grave by doing that. I bet they would have never known about my alliance with L had I not replied. Jokes on them because she had a fake idol and lmao SOMEONE ELSE STILL HAS THE JEWELRY BOX. Anyway, I think Sarah is going to win this whole thing. I'd love that. I'm backing Sarah all the way. Love how she plays this game. Low key and she has power. I'm Team Sarah Haywood.

Grae g

Looks like the girl wanna get pedro out while the John+pedro majority are telling people alan. It seems like absolutely everyone on the tribe is following what they say and that’s gotta go. Plus Pedro showing his own alliances to everyone via screenshot last night didn’t help LMFAO

Olivia A

I’m super excited about this vote because it’ll officially set a divide of alliances in this tribe (in which i will be on the majority). I feel bad about blindsiding John with this vote but Pedro posting that screenshot and showing multiple people in my alliance (including myself!) talking to him is something I can’t let be used against us. So he’s gotta go!!

John B

I think tonight’s vote is coming together. I feel bad but I think it’s going to be Alan. My biggest worry at this point is me or someone I’m close with getting idoled out. Hopefully I can talk to Alan and push them to vote for someone who’s not me lol. Honestly voting people out makes me feel super bad, especially since I kind of spearheaded this vote (I don’t think anyone realizes that though) I just hope this plan can go smoothly and we can get rid of the idol all together. ALSO I put 8 wishes on the wishing tree lol, I’m not sure if that does anything, but if it does I’ll be set lol, I probably don’t need those coins anyway 👀👀 Fingers crossed I don’t get blindsided or idoled out y’all! 🤞🏻🤞🏻🤞🏻

Alan B

Omg this tribal is gonna be intense, from what it sounds like john is trying to take me out by buddying up with everyone, but it seems like everyone else is trying to back me up, hopefully this will go well but im STRESSED

Kalle N

The game just got a whole lot more exciting. I'm playing double agent by convincing John that we're voting off Alan, when in reality we're going for John's closest ally: Pedro. I don't think either of them will see it coming and I'm very excited for tribal.

Aimee

https://media.tumblr.com/6e98e0f1a1116e0d7faf5e9f51b29ab6/fe59555738f2307b-bf/s540x810/955cfcc9683d192965fc7e708613b934de5531fc.gifv Bye Leanne! I know you were selling me down the river to Amy T. Odd thing is, I didn’t even vote for you. I hope we flushed out an idol. I just don’t get how Sarah is playing what seems like a ghost game and is more “in the know” than I am. How many times can people tell me “oh sorry we couldn’t tell you the vote because we thought you were close with ——“ and expect me to just take that? Why am I not allowed to talk to other people or be close with others but you are? How is it a 5-3 vote but Najwah claims to be left out of the vote. Uh Leanne didn’t vote for herself, and if it was me and Ben that means Najwah voted Leanne. Do they really think I just don’t talk to people and compare notes? I know who everyone is with. I only trust Ben at this point. And if I make it to merge or judge it’s team Ben or Maola. I think there is a small alliance since day 1 that I am not in. I just didn’t even look that hard for an idol today. I was just too distracted by the calm of the flowers. https://jrchair98.tumblr.com/post/184827414479/ゼニガメ-0007-01-11-frames-based-on-gif-from I hope this game gets better for me, because I am just emotionally drained. This is a marathon and I feel like people are lying to me and I’m gonna get backstabbed in a more direct way. Don’t worry fans, I am strong but I needed this camping break to get my head on properly and I am so relieved I won immunity. It’s time to get to work.

Pedro A

OMG THIS ALL TRIBAL IS A MESS

Amy A

Urgh so today is a complete mess! This feels more survivor for me than all the previous tribal councils. The vote has been flipping all day and it can be anyone at any time. I have a new alliance and I think I was able to steer the vote away from Pedro so I stay solid w the outsiders alliance but I know they’ll come for me if they know I’m now in a tight alliance w all the girls and gender non-binary. New alliance is voting for John and I don’t think I made it very obvious I have a sorta alliance w Pedro cos he was the alternate vote. I heard my name somewhere so that freak out is there and a little part of me is scared but all in all I’m a very little confident about tonight

Amy A

I found an advantage!!!! I get to steal a vote!!! Omg I thought the option I chose was gonna get me a disadvantage for the tribe but I ended up getting an advantage 🥳🥳🥳🥳. I cannot wait to play this strategically to save my behind in a tribal council. I have decided to keep the news to myself for now but I’ll share it with (probably) Maddison soon. I’m really close w her and we have a strong bond.

Maddison

John just told me that he thinks of me as his number one and I am five hours away from attempting to blindside him. Sorry buddy, you gotta go. Alan B Lol looks like i'm dead in the water tonight if i don't use my idol, i was the only one who didn't help last night bc i didn't understand that it would just end before i woke up today ... HoLy ShIt 6 ppl are saying they're gonna blindside Pedro to keep me alive :O If pedro votes for me ima flip my shit ... Gosh i have no idea if i should use my idol tonight, because it sounds like the tribe is fighting about whether or not i should be allowed to stay. If i can make it past tonight without my idol, it could get me even farther, but i might not last longer than tonight if i don't ... i'd really rather vote john out then pedro, but it might be safer in the long run to eliminate the person that knows i have an idol...maybe i can get pedro to switch his vote to redeem himself and keep a partner alive for a little longer. Although since he's in a group called "core four" he might have already told them ... The tribe has officially split lmao, looks like we're voting john tonight if i can trust the people who are saying they'll back me up ... Ugh my heart is telling me to try and rebuild my alliance with pedro and try to get him on my side but my brain is telling me his other alliance is clearly stronger so i have to stop trusting him. Either way super sad that pedro betrayed me, apparently he told people about the idol, looks like he'll be next on the chopping block ... even though im in a group with a majority of the tribe i still feel like they're secretly gonna vote me out anyway, that would be a damn good way to get rid of my idol since it sounds like everyone has gotten wind of it. honestly id just be impressed but if things work out for me tonight and i still have my idol i think thats the best shot ive got at getting farther ... im gonna not play my idol tonight and trust the majority of the tribe, if it bites me then so be it, they played their asses off to get rid of me if thats the case, like if they were gonna get rid of me they would have just followed johns plan right? Aimeehttps://media.tumblr.com/6e98e0f1a1116e0d7faf5e9f51b29ab6/fe59555738f2307b-bf/s540x810/955cfcc9683d192965fc7e708613b934de5531fc.gifv Bye Leanne! I know you were selling me down the river to Amy T. Odd thing is, I didn’t even vote for you. I hope we flushed out an idol. I just don’t get how Sarah is playing what seems like a ghost game and is more “in the know” than I am. How many times can people tell me “oh sorry we couldn’t tell you the vote because we thought you were close with ——“ and expect me to just take that? Why am I not allowed to talk to other people or be close with others but you are? How is it a 5-3 vote but Najwah claims to be left out of the vote. Uh Leanne didn’t vote for herself, and if it was me and Ben that means Najwah voted Leanne. Do they really think I just don’t talk to people and compare notes? I know who everyone is with. I only trust Ben at this point. And if I make it to merge or judge it’s team Ben or Maola. I think there is a small alliance since day 1 that I am not in. I just didn’t even look that hard for an idol today. I was just too distracted by the calm of the flowers. https://jrchair98.tumblr.com/post/184827414479/ゼニガメ-0007-01-11-frames-based-on-gif-from I hope this game gets better for me, because I am just emotionally drained. This is a marathon and I feel like people are lying to me and I’m gonna get backstabbed in a more direct way. Don’t worry fans, I am strong but I needed this camping break to get my head on properly and I am so relieved I won immunity. It’s time to get to work.

Maddison

Tonight’s vote will draw a line in the sand for the tribe, and hopefully solidify a majority alliance. I do wish Pedro was going home, but I’m not going to push hard for it this early. As long as someone not in my alliance gets their torch snuffed, I’m happy.

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EDaQS-hPPQ&feature=youtu.be

Sarah

I wish I was better at confessionals and didn’t always leave a brick. That will be my goal for the week. OKAY. So tribal went as planned last night with our strong group of 5 (Jess) voting out Leanne. I trusted my group and I‘m glad I didn’t need to play my idol last night (and I love that it’s still a secret except for Cody knowing about it). After tribal, people thought Leanne may have had the idol and that now it was back in the hunt. Turns out, Leanne DID have a fake idol, whatever that means. Moving into a tribe swap, I do feel pretty good about going into one with most people on our tribe. I feel good about anyone in our group of five. I do worry though that with how spontaneous Zack is he may want to make a big move and flip on our tribe. Apparently Naj thinks I am a threat and thinks I will win so I do have to watch out for her but I do genuinely want to work with her. She doesn’t seem to know about Cody and I but she did expose her and Cody’s connection (which I obviously knew about) so she is quick to expose people! I am not as close with Aimee so she may flip too but thank god I have the idol just in case I get in a unpredictable tribe swap situation. So excited to get to know more people and I feel like this game has kicked it up a notch. Ready for a tribe swap! And hoping there are some cracks in the other tribe.

John B

I’m terrified it’s going to be me tonight. Alan caught wind of the plan I think and told Pedro they were going to play their idol. Now we are splitting the vote so Pedro and I will vote Ryan and everyone else is voting Alan. I really hope people aren’t lying to me, if they are it’s definitely going to be me tonight and I’m going to cry. I’m literally so stressed.

Aimee

Uh, oops. So I got a little too drunk in the woods this weekend to even read these messages properly. Ben voted Leanne last minute and couldn’t tell me in time because I didn’t have phone service. Najwah I’m sorry I doubted you for even a second.

Ben Kessler

Hello it's me Ben. I am very scared about a swap but I know if I get put with my own people, I got this. Hopefully I don't get swap screwed, Aimee trusts me, and I can work my magic with the other tribe. Swaps are out of my control and I only deal with things in my control. Unless there's no swap? Who knows

James Hayden

30 minutes before we need to be online for something game related, Jay tells us to pick a leader. Zack volunteers instantly which is fine with me. It keeps the target of my back and puts a bigger target on his. I think this is a school yard pick for new tribes and hopefully he can keep us #jessstrong #JESSPRESERVATION

Ryan L

essgo babyyyyy hopefully not getting kicked out

#episodes

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 7 years

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Can I have your view on what kind of fathers you think the KnB characters will be? For the Kaijou boys (Kise, Kasamatsu, Moriyama) and Touou (Aomine + Imayoshi) with bonus Haizaki and Hanamiya?

Hi dear! HereI am with your headcanons, I hope youâ€™ll be satisfied!

Have a niceday!

Kise, Kasamatsu,Moriyama, Aomine, Imayoshi, Haizaki, Hanamiya Fathers HCS

Kise Ryouta

-The over-doting father. He loves his children somuch, everybody knows about them because he talks about them continuously.Proud and fond. Yeah, the wallpaper of his phone is a photo of/with them.

-Plays with them a lot, at everything they want.Girlish or boyish games, it doesn’t matter: he can do both, at the same time ifneeded. Having his hair braided as he fights with a paper sword? No problem.

-He learns to cook and bake and uses it to keep thechildren calm but happy after a long day. Baking cookies is always thesolution.

-Goes to every event and takes a lot of photos. Toomany photos. He has albums and albums that he treasures deeply.

-Enjoys spending time together and, as they grow andspend more time outside, he pouts because he misses them. However, he supportsthem in everything with enthusiasm.

-Strict about studying and house-chores, even if he’suseless at helping them with homework. He talks problems out taking his timeand listening to what his children say.

-Incredibly cold and severe with possible suitors.

-He likes to lightly tease his children about everything,revealing his childish side. And he still likes gossiping.

-Can be a bit overwhelming but well, he’s grown in afull adult so he has learnt when to stop or how to restrain himself, don’t underestimatehim.

-Everybody loves him: teachers, professors, other parents,grannies at the park…He smiles and they swoon.

KasamatsuYukio

-Grumpy Dad that actually is softer than the partner.He’s the strict one and wants his children to grow up as honest, brave andgood-willed, but he’s an undeniable soft spot for them. They’re his treasure.

-None of his children, and the children of theirfriends, wants to make him mad. Never. He doesn’t raise his voice nor he loseshis temper with them, but the stern glare of disapproval is enough to make themtremble. He uses sharp, cold, simple words to scold them and they’re are supereffective.

-His quick smile as he ruffles their hair, however, it’sso shiny and warm that fills them with pride and desire to do their best.

-He’s supportive in a silent way, protective from afarand he trusts them with all his heart. He gets really angry when they lie,since he prefers an honest and direct confrontation.

-All the women of the neighborhood have a crush on himand praises how a good father he is. He doesn.t notice and he’s polite to themanyway, thing that makes them go even crazier over Kasamatsu. Some Husband Material.

MoriyamaYoshitaka

-The father that wants to be Cool but isn’t. He trieshis best for the children but results into being a bit goofy. (His childrenlove him the same, even if they can be exasperated by his antics)

-He’s usually very chill but if he discovers his princessor prince has a suitor, he’s going to lose his head. No way in hell theydeserve him/her.

- He’s the one going shopping with them, to check howthey want to dress to go out. He’s not to over-protective but about some thingshe wants to educate them well. He learns how to paint nails and do make-up forthem, so that they don.t exaggerate or go out too trashy.

-Gets sulky and depressed easily after a fight or ifthey ask him to stop “trying to look young”.

Aomine Daiki

-The Chill Dad that actually isn’t chill at all. He’sconfident that his children will grow smart and strong and likes to leave themfree to choose and live wildly, however inside he freaks out a lot. And not onlyinside.

-For example, he lets them free to roam in the woodsduring holidays as much as they want, but then spends time looking out from thewindows. If they’re not home for dinner in time, he immediately dashes out tosearch for them. He’s the one who treats bruises and cuts. He goes to pick themup at night when they’re out with friends.

He literally freaked out the day the first was born.He was so scared to pick them up, afraid to crush or let them fall. For thefirst weeks, whenever he had them in his arms he wouldn’t move of an inch. Thenhe slowly got used to it and got confident in his abilities as father. (Toomuch, seeing how high he would throw them in the air. But he’s never let themfall once)

-He teaches them how to play basketball but neverforces them into it. He’s the first one who hates being forced to do something,so he restrains himself and lets them choose the club. He also teaches them thebasics of street-fighting and self-defense.

-Not good with words, but if necessary he’s going tohave the talk with them about whatever problem they have. It.s going to begoof, harsh but not rude, clear and concise. Maybe while walking, out of nowhere.

-He’s still harsh, cursing and short-tempered, but withhis children mellows a lot. Other dads are intimidated by him: he wins every competitionat festivals and it’s hella competitive. Funny thing? The other children,classmates or friends of his, actually loves him a lot and after the first meetingthey do not fear him anymore. In the end, he trains an entire team ofbasketball chicks.

-He smacks them on the head when misbehaving.

Imayoshi Shoichi

-The ultimate Chill Dad. Except from serious injuriesor behavioral problems, he never loses his composure.

-The majority thinks he doesn’t care much about hischildren just because he seems a bit cold or doesn’t fuss over them. Wrong. Heknows everything about them, everything. He doesn’t need them to talk, he can seeit from the way they act or their facial expressions. A silent, but attentiveobserver.

-When they were little, he read them fables or otherbooks before bedtime. He’s also the one checking their homework and helpingwith the studies.

-When he.s mad, he just needs a cold glare and a wordto make them apologize and reflect on what they have done. Really scary.

-Sudden manifestations of affection embarrass andthrow him off, but deep down he loves them.

Haizaki Shougo(He’s always difficult because I don.t find him a good character.However, I’ll give him a second chance and imagine that growing up he’s becomea better person)

-Still harsh and short-tempered, very brusque. He’shard and strict with his children because he doesn’t want them to become as hewas.

-However, he likes to spoil them when they don’texpect it, just to watch how they brighten up.

-He hates meeting other parents or teachers, so hetries to avoid it as much as he can. If he has to, he tries to behave becausehe doesn’t want to put the children in a difficult situation, but it’s verydifficult when he’s being judged so evidently.

-Unexpectedly, he loves cuddling with them beforebedtime. Their presence is soothing for him.

HanamiyaMakoto (same for Haizaki)

-It’s not easy for him to be a father, be he tries. Hetries hard. And he wants them to be better than he had been.

-Most difficult thing? Teaching them how to be honestand correct and at the same time how to be smart and able to survive in thisworld, especially because it’s still hard for him too.

-He’s surprisingly protective of his children’sdreams. He wants them to achieve them to any cost and supports them as much ashe can.

-He’s an awful tease, about everything. His childrenare afraid to bring their friends at home, knowing they won’t be spared.

-Too cunning to not notice something, but usuallyprefers his children coming and talking to him. If it doesn’t happen, he throwsin the conversations remarks and allusions to let them understand he knows andis waiting.

-He checks the homework and goes to talk with teacherswhen needed. He has them wrapped around his fingers.

#kuroko no basket #knb #kise ryouta #Kasamatsu Yukio #Aomine Daiki #Moriyama Yoshitaka #imayoshi shoichi #haizaki shougo #hanamiya makoto #dad headcanons #father headcanons #dad #father #children #Kasamatsu Is Some Husband Material #Aomine is cute #Kise likes playing #always conflicted with Haizaki and Hanamiya

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thinkoutsidethelovesquare · 7 years

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Chickens Never Prosper (TOTLS Remix)

So, I am a huuuuge fan of breeeliss. I was both elated and terrified to get the opportunity to remix one of her works the way you get amazingly excited to meet your idol and then become disgustingly scared you might throw up on their shoes. Oh? You’ve never had that problem before? My anxiety is not a universal trait among all human beings on this earth? Go figure.

Written for @breeeliss based on her work, Chicken

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Alix couldn’t help but wonder what deity she had pissed off so intensely it would force her into a building alone, save for Chloé Bourgeois. It seemed clear to her that no amount of natural randomness or entropy could create the circumstances necessary for her to be corralled in her current coop. She was convinced outside forces were at play.

When the first water droplets quietly slicked the sidewalks, Alix payed no mind. It seemed fitting to end her day with rain. Since early that morning, life was pitted against her. Her favorite pair of skates had taken a beating when she fell on the way to school, narrowly avoiding hitting a car and a stroller. She accidentally left her homework on her bed and was forced to sit through a grouchy lecture on responsibility from Madame Mendeleiev. The day only got worse when the class was divided into pairs for a project. They were assigned a Parisian historical monument and expected to visit it and write a paper about its “significance to French culture” and Alix could not have cared less. Having been partnered with Kim, Alix assumed there would be little work done, but at least the afternoon wouldn’t be wasted with such a boring activity. But when their goofing off sent Mylène spiraling into Mademoiselle Bustier as she reprimanded Marinette and Alya for passing notes in class, the two were split apart. Kim was reassigned to Sabrina, which left Paris’s Darling for Alix.

Fantastic.

They were tasked with researching the Sainte-Chapelle, and after spending all afternoon in it, Alix was sure of three things

The crown of thorns has an underwhelming number of thorns for her tastes

No one has ever cared less about religion and history than she does

*Amendment to #2: Except for Chloé Bourgeois, who spent the majority of her breath mooning over her dead phone and complaining about what kind of ungodly establishment the Sainte-Chapelle must be for not having outlets lining the walls

Despite constant assurances that she’s far more cultured than anyone in class, Chloé did nothing to aid Alix in their research and the skater girl was quickly losing her mind.

Scrawling the last of her notes so hastily she definitely wouldn’t be able to read her handwriting tomorrow, Alix shot Chloé a glare and announced her plan to walk home.

“You’re walking home?” Chloé asked, incredulous. “You can’t be serious.”

Alix paused, tossing a glance over her shoulder as she walked past Chloé. “As a heart attack.”

Chloé stuck out a hip, straightening her arm out to Alix, palm up and fingers flexing. “Then you should at least give me your phone.”

Turning around to fully face her partner, Alix asked lazily “And why would I do that?”

“Haven’t you been listening to me at all? My phone is dead! I can’t call anyone to pick me up!” Though she didn’t move, her tone was as indignant as if she’d stomped her foot.

“Sucks.” Alix continued her walk towards the entrance of the building.

Chloé followed her to the door. “Stop being ridiculous. I just need to make a call. You should be jumping at the opportunity to help me.”

“I don’t even have my phone. Kim and I made a bet two days ago, and I lost,” Alix grumbled. “But it’s not a big deal since some of us don’t live on our phones,” she shot a pointed look at Chloé.

Taking a step out into the growing darkness, Alix cursed herself for letting it get so late. Where visible, the sky was a deep navy and heavy, dark rainclouds cast all of Paris in a dim grey hue.

“Ugh, why am I being punished for socializing?” Chloé griped to herself.

Without sending another word in the blonde’s direction, Alix pulled her cap tightly to her head and started walking.

“You can’t just leave me here!” Chloé called.

“No one��s stopping you from following me.”

“Clearly the sky is,” Chloé replied sharply. “It’s pouring! And it’s so dark.”

“It’s just a little rain,” Alix tossed over her shoulder.

“There’s no way anyone in their right mind would consider this a little rain.”

Looking around, Alix silently conceded Chloé’s point. It was raining hard enough that only the spastic flickering of streetlamps shone through the haze of the downpour.

But she needed to get home. Though her dad didn’t have a fixed schedule for when he would get home after work, and even with his often scatterbrained tendencies, she knew he would be worried about her being out this late without calling him or Jalil.

Her resolved strengthened, and she walked with a confidence she didn’t fully feel. “I’m going home, Chloé. You should too.”

With her vision compromised from the rain, she stepped directly into a deep puddle. The water immediately soaked through her shoes, coating her feet in a wet, cold prison. She bit back a groan and continued forward, squinting at the ground in vain.

Realizing that being alone with no way of comfortably getting home was her only alternative, Chloé grit her teeth and jumped out into the rain. Her steps were quick as she tried to catch up with Alix, who hadn’t slowed at all.

The pair sped through the streets without glancing at each other, Alix invested in searching for signs they were headed in the right direction, and Chloé seething at the rain ruining her hair. It pounded against her so fiercely, her sunglasses were almost knocked off her head.

The girls’ silence would have been uncomfortable if the rain wasn’t so deafening.

Shortly into their walk, the sky lit up blindingly, illuminating the path in front of them briefly. A large building stood off to the side, ominous in its imposing and shadowed stature. The roaring sound of thunder bounced around the atmosphere.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Chloé grumbled, exasperated. She turned to her short companion and flicked up an eyebrow. “Can we find a place to take cover now? Or is lightning not enough for big, strong Alix?”

Alix almost wanted to continue into the darkness, even with the threat of getting struck by lightning, just to get rid of the condescending look emboldened on Chloé’s face. But, Alix was sensible and could at least sometimes hold herself in check out of respect for her own safety.

“We’re right by Notre Dame,” she said, trying to keep her tone in check. “We can step inside for a few minutes until the storm passes.”

“Brilliant.”

Darting off to the right, not bothering to check if Chloé could see her, Alix dashed off to the cathedral.

The pair ducked inside, and Alix instantly took off her cap and shook her hair wildly, throwing off any loose water droplets.

Chloé held up her hands and made a face of pure disgust. “Could you give me some warning next time! God, what are you, a dog?”

Alix ignored her and dropped into a pew, leaning back along the wooden seats and refusing to speak to her unfortunate companion.

The torrential downpour was muted by the building surrounding them, making their silence obvious and unshakeable.

Shivering from both the cold the rain provided and the lack of heat in the atmosphere, Alix decided she wouldn’t be able to last long without doing something.

“Wanna play a game?” she asked, twisting in her seat to make eye contact with the blonde.

“As if,” Chloé scoffed.

“Fine. We can both just sit here bored for hours. Your call.”

Crossing her arms, Chloé glanced away from Alix with a huff. “I guarantee you there’s no game you could come up with that I’d be interested in playing. I’m from a more…sophisticated environment than you’re used to.”

“Chicken.”

Chloé flicked her sopping wet ponytail off her shoulder and glared at Alix. “Just because I don’t have the patience for something so childish doesn’t mean I’m scared.”

“No,” Alix grinned. “That’s the game. Chicken. Let’s play.”

“Really? That’s the game you come up with? Obviously, I’m not going to play Chicken.”

Alix stood up from her pew and tilted her head to the side. She bent her arms at her elbows and brought them up to her armpits, fluttering them up and down as makeshift wings. She walked towards Chloé clucking like a chicken, taking exaggerated steps and bobbing her head.

“I am not a chicken for not wanting to play your dumb game!” Chloé yelled.

“I think that’s exactly what a chicken would say,” Alix baited.

Chloé stood her ground for another 15 seconds, face turning red and chest puffing out.

“I mean, we all know how you are in akuma attacks. You’re the first to run for cover. Very chicken-like,” Alix added, the final nail in Chloé’s coffin.

“Fine! We can play Chicken!” Chloé’s arms burst from their place crossed over her chest, flailing wildly in her exasperation. “I don’t even know how you want to go about that. There’s not anything intimidating to do inside a church.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Alix’s eyes flicked around the large space, catching on the candles lit on the far wall. An idea sparked in her mind and she grinned wickedly. “In fact, I already have our first round picked out.”

Chloé groaned.

Leaping towards the candles, Alix called out for Chloé to follow her.

Taking out two candles from the stand, Alix offered one to Chloé, which she didn’t hesitate to accept. The heat rubbed into her fingertips, and Chloé brought the candle closer to her chest, hoping its proximity would warm her still-soaked body.

“We’re going to lean our heads over the flame. First one to move away in fear of it catching her hair is chicken,” Alix stated.

“That’s really stupid,” Chloé mumbled.

Alix smirked. “If it’s so stupid, you’ll have no problem winning.”

Chloé scoffed in response, but did nothing else to refuse.

Taking the blonde’s silence as tacit acceptance, Alix continued. “We’ll start with the flame this far away from the bottom of our hair,” she demonstrated the distance on herself with the candle slightly below her collarbone “and then we’ll raise the candles until someone flinches. Sound fair?”

Chloé gave an eye roll but nodded to show her approval. She placed the candle much farther down on her body, so the distance between the flame and her hair was the same as the distance Alix had shown. She gave Alix a pointed look.

The pink-haired girl grinned. “Ready? We’ll start moving it slowly on three. One. Two. Three.”

The flames flickered at the sudden movement, bending as the air pressed against them. The girls moved in tandem, eyes constantly moving to check the speed of their opponent while also making sure the candle wasn’t falling to the side or catching on clothing.

The distance halved before the pair slightly slowed their movements. Warm, soft light danced on chins, highlighted tips of noses, and swept across cheeks. Alix’s eyes were usually such a deep blue that her irises were constantly swallowed by her pupils. But with the flame darting closer to her face, her eyes shone brighter than Chloé had ever seen. Mischievous dark specs flecked randomly throughout the blue, tempting Chloé to fall into their deep embrace.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she glanced back towards her own candle. Wispy golden strands of her hair that had already dried caught in the light, billowing carelessly in all directions. Though most of her hair still clung to itself in a damp clump of ponytail, Chloé nervously eyed how close the fire came to those wild strands.

Chloé shifted her weight from one foot to another, and Alix knew the blonde wouldn’t last much longer.

Smothering a smirk, Alix continued lifting the candle, trying to ignore the heat subtly pressing against the underside of her jaw.

Chloé lasted another second before pulling the flame away in defeat. She couldn’t ruin her hair like that. It had already taken enough of a beating today.

Alix pumped her first in triumph and jumped in the air. She took a second away from gloating to place her candle back on the wall.

Before Alix could start clucking, Chloé argued “That wasn’t a fair test and you know it.”

Alix laughed but humored the girl. “Oh? And how was it unfair?”

“Everyone knows I care more about my hair than you do! Obviously, I was going to stop that candle from destroying it. It’s not a crime to take pride in your appearance, you know. ”

“You did agree to it,” Alix pointed out.

Chloé huffed indignantly.

“Whatever. It’s still pouring anyway. We might as well do a few more rounds. Unless that loss totally freaked you out,” Alix waggled her eyebrows tauntingly.

“I am not backing down.” Chloé stood her ground, glaring defiantly at Alix. “But I am picking the next challenge.”

“Be my guest.”

Chloé eyed the space, walking through the cathedral with practiced ease. She paused for a moment, staring down the main isle, cocking her hip as she contemplated her next move.

“Planks,” she said, nodding her head definitively. “We’re doing planks. On the pews. Our hands on the ground, feet up on the side of the bench. A real workout.”

Alix looked at her like she was crazy. “You want to do a challenge that tests our strength? I thought you were playing to win this time,” Alix mocked.

Chloé smirked. “You think I don’t have to work for a body like this? Please, I have way more core strength than you.”

Alix shook her head in disbelief. “Chloé, I’m an actual athlete. You’re just skinny. You can’t possibly think this is going to go well for you.”

“I guess you have no reason to back down from the challenge, then. First one to fall or break form loses.” Chloé walked over to a pew, hips swaying in confidence. She delicately took out an old church bulletin haphazardly stuffed into a pew rack, and ripped off the front two pages. She placed them down on the floor in the middle of the church isle, indicating she had found her spot for planking.

Alix chose a pew across from her, forgoing the ripped bulletin. “You’re on.”

Both girls put their hands on the floor, Alix’s directly, Chloé’s on top of paper, and lifted one leg to rest on their respective pews.

“On three,” Chloé started “one…two…three.”

They lifted their other legs to rest on the pews as well, putting all the force on their hands, arms, and cores.

They first found themselves relatively evenly matched. The first two minutes ticked by without a sign of weakness from either girl.

Silence once again overtook the church, save for the muted rumbling of thunder and rain. Chloé chanced a glance at her opponent, smiling at how her face resembled her hair, pink from exertion.

Seven minutes passed without a winner, though both girls’ arms shook slightly.

Her core was on fire, throbbing from the exercise, but Chloé remained determined to win the challenge and make Alix the fool.

Finally, after what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than a few extra minutes, Alix’s back arched and she sagged to the ground in defeat, grumbling unintelligibly.

Chloé dropped to the ground as well, scrambling to rest her back against the pew and taking a moment to breathe and smile wickedly.

“Who’s the chicken now?” she teased.

“Not for long,” Alix hopped up from her spot on the floor. “Up for another round?”

“Ready to lose again?”

“Don’t get cocky. We’re tied,” Alix reminded her.

“Bring it on.”

Alix enthusiastically jumped onto a pew bench and then stepped up onto the backrest, balancing easily on the thin line of rounded wood.

She offered a hand out to Chloé who deliberately ignored it.

“We’re gonna race to the end of the nave by running on the backrests of pews”

“So…we’re going to, like, hop from backrest to backrest?”

“Yep.”

“That’s insane,” Chloé said, turning her nose up at the challenge. “Who has the balance for that?”

“Forfeiting means you’re chicken.”

“Fine! I don’t even know why you’d want to do this. You have way shorter legs than I do.” Chloé stepped onto the pew bench delicately before raising herself to stand precariously on the top of the backrest.

“You ready?” Alix called, already holding back laughter at how difficult this clearly would be for her opponent.

“As I’ll ever be,” she muttered.

Alix counted them in and they sped off towards the altar.

Alix jumped with precision to each pew, shooting out along the backrests, not slowing down enough to make a mistake. Chloé moved slower, cautious with each step. She leapt off from one foot but let the other land before moving to the next jump, giving her a more stable base.

Noting how far she had fallen behind, Chloé attempted to speed up and reclaim the lost distance. She took less care with her landings, focusing all her energy on moving forward.

As she was about to hop to the pew just behind Alix, her foot slid on the polished wood and she fell down to the ground, slamming her knee on the footrest.

She let out a small noise of shock, dumbfounded.

Alix continued to rocket to the crossing, her roller blading practice gifting her with speed and balance. Once she landed on the ground after jumping off the final pew with flare, she celebrated with a breathy shout and turned around to search for Chloé, her chest heaving.

When she noticed the blonde on the ground clutching her leg, she ran down the isle without thinking, fell to the ground in front of Chloé, and reached out.

“Are you okay? Did you fall? Did you break something?” she worried.

“Obviously, I fell,” Chloé said, bitter. “Just help me up.”

Alix stood up and pulled Chloé to her feet, concern vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. She watched silently as Chloé brushed herself clean of nonexistent dirt and knew the girl was fine.

“Hey Chloé,” she asked with a smirk. “What’s for dinner?”

Chloé raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement, her mouth a straight line, but made no move to respond verbally.

“I thought you might be feeling like chicken tonight.”

Chloé smacked Alix on her arm in irritation and Alix howled with laughter, doubling over and clutching her stomach.

“God, your face, Chloé.”

The blonde harrumphed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Whatever, next match, let’s go.”

They spent the next hour challenging each other to anything they could think of. They did push-ups, stomachs still burning from their previous planks, until Chloé’s arms collapsed beneath her. They held handstands against the wall until the blood rushing to their heads forced them to topple to the ground. They held splits until they felt they would snap in half, and lowered their bodies into backbends as slowly as possible, Alix cursing as she fell on her head. They even took places on opposite walls and ran at each other full force, assuming the other would chicken out and swerve to the side to avoid a collision. Instead, they rammed into each other, bodies colliding and limbs crumpling to the ground as they landed in a tangled mess.

Chloé was clearly put out by their predicament, eyebrows pulled down angrily over blazing eyes. She tried to twist her legs away, only resulting in the two knotting together tighter.

Alix laughed at Chloé’s struggle, leaning back on her forearms, relaxed.

Chloé stopped wiggling, accepting her new position with a huff.

“What do you suggest we do from here?” she asked, her tone biting.

“There’s still one really popular challenge we haven’t done.”

“Does it involve getting up? Because I already tried that.” Chloé shot Alix an emphatic look. “Maybe if you tried to help me instead of laughing like a maniac, we would be able to free ourselves.”

“We don’t have to stand up for it.”

“Then let’s hear it.”

“We lean in to kiss,” Chloé’s eyes bugged out of her head. “and the first one to pull away is the chicken.”

There was a beat of silence and Chloé’s cheeks flamed.

She pretended they were flamed in anger.

After taking a moment to collect her self, Chloé balked “God. Clearly this whole stunt was just a way for you to try and put the moves on me.”

“'This whole stunt’? Even you can’t possibly be arrogant enough to believe I somehow orchestrated a storm, got us caught in it, got rid of both of our phones, and forced you to play Chicken.”

“Then why are you even suggesting it!”

“Because I know you’ll say no. And that means you forfeit, and I win,” Alix finished with a devious smile.

Chloé paused, considering her options. She had worked too hard to prove herself to back down now. She could call Alix’s bluff.

“Fine. Let’s do this.”

Neither of them made a move to get closer to each other.

Alix was the first to break the tension. “Uh, we’re going to have to get a little up close and personal, blondie.” Her tone was relaxed, but her stiff shoulders failed to conceal her nerves.

Chloé snorted. “Oh no, there is absolutely no way I’m scooting forward to you. These are white pants.”

“They’re probably already dirty,” Alix pointed out.

“Well, I’m not going to rub it in further.”

She rolled her eyes at how uptight Chloé always was. “Whatever.”

And with that, Alix closed the distance between them. She raised herself off of her forearms and pushed against the ground, sliding her body along the floor. Her knees bunched in front of her, bumping into Chloé’s legs, and Chloé tried to curl them to the side to create more room. The two were still mildly entangled, but there was enough space between them for Alix to lean forward.

“We’re going to both lean in, meeting halfway,” Alix said with a low voice, just barely dancing over a whisper. “If you don’t chicken out, that is.”

“As if,” Chloé said, annoyed. “Who’s to say you’re not going to back down?”

“Have I ever backed down from a challenge?”

Chloé smirked. “You’ve never had a competitor like me.”

“We’ll see.”

Alix started moving first, leaning slowly towards their midpoint. Chloé followed the movement, edging forwards carefully.

They pulled together, eyes blown wide, cheeks flushing ever so slightly. As the centimeters between them dwindled and warm breath hit their lips and chins, Alix felt her head automatically tilt in invitation. Chloé’s followed, falling to the opposite side in a complimentary action.

Chloé’s shoulders quivered in anxious anticipation, daring her to back down. She threw out thoughts of pulling away, and the tip of her tongue darted out to moisten lips that had dried in the cool atmosphere of the cathedral.

Alix tilted her chin up slightly as Chloé tilted hers down, electric shocks traveling in the slowly decreasing space between their lips.

When Alix smelled the subtle hints of mint from Chloé’s breath, she knew this challenge was about to take a wildly different turn than she had expected. And unintentionally, the corners of her mouth flicked up, making her unable to deny the warmth spreading steadily through her chest.

Chloé knew if she wanted to stop the kiss, she had to turn away now. Her lips were prickling from their close proximity, and the tiny white hairs on her arms stood straight up in warning.

But, it suddenly dawned on her that she wanted this. She was buzzing with restless energy

at the mere thought of their impending action. She found herself wondering what kind of kisser Alix was. Was she pushy and daring? Rough with a soft spot? Gentle and coaxing?

Their speed almost came to a standstill as less than a centimeter separated their mouths. Any slight movement would send them spiraling into the land of no return, and each girl watched carefully for any sign of hesitance from the other.

When none was found, breaths hitched, eyes tumbled shut, and the light press of apprehensive lips shocked the world.

There were a few milliseconds without any movement until Alix pushed herself along the ground, further integrating her body into Chloé’s space, head tilting ever so slightly to deepen the kiss.

At the unexpected movement, Chloé’s hand shot up automatically and clasped Alix’s shoulder. Unsure what she was doing, her hand hesitated before pulling Alix in closer against her body, effectively dragging the small girl onto her lap.

Alix smirked into the kiss, fascinated by Chloé’s sudden neediness, and positioned herself more comfortably. She maneuvered around, lips lessening in pressure against the blonde’s, but never fully breaking contact, and laid her knees on either side of Chloé’s thighs.

She used the new position to raise herself, tilting Chloé’s head back, and putting Alix in control of the kiss. A hand snuck up to Chloé’s neck and gently stroked through the soft baby hairs freely hovering in the air.

Alix parted her lips slightly, but didn’t wait for Chloé to take the hint. Instead, she let her tongue flick out along Chloé’s lips, before retreating back inside her mouth in a “ding-dong-ditch” game.

Chloé’s lips parted when she felt the new texture against her mouth, and she huffed her disappointment when it left her unsatisfied.

Alix pulled away, breaking the kiss, but a low “Oh no you don't” from Chloé had her smothering a laugh against the pair of lips again almost immediately.

This kiss was deeper and harder. Chloé parted her lips at first firm touch, and sent her tongue out to trace along the seam of Alix’s. When the pink-haired girl subtly refused to open her mouth, Chloé relegated herself to other methods of enticement.

She broke their lips apart and placed small, soft kisses along the corner of Alix’s mouth and down her chin. She lightly ran her nose up along Alix’s jaw, before kissing back down it, nipping lightly every few touches. The hand on Alix’s shoulder squeezed faintly, then snaked its way into her hair, tugging on her side ponytail to tilt her head, offering her neck to Chloé’s teasing.

She placed delicate kisses along the skin to start, barely putting any pressure behind them, only a ghosting of lips. She gradually deepened the kisses, even sucking slightly, earning a breathy groan from the girl she was slowly wrecking.

She placed hot, open-mouthed kisses all along Alix’s neck, taking moments to carefully graze teeth on unsuspecting patches of skin. She went down to the girl’s collarbone, nipping softly, before noticing how ragged Alix’s breathing had become.

She flew back up to Alix’s lips, pressing them together, and this time Alix opened her mouth in need. Chloé took Alix’s bottom lip in between her teeth, biting down gently before finally letting her tongue slip into Alix’s mouth.

The new sensation of mouths sliding together pulled low groans from the backs of their throats, muted

only by tangled lips and tongues.

Alix lowered herself and slid farther into Chloé’s lap, knees bracing on either side of the blonde’s hips, bodies pressing together. The change in heights had the girls battling for dominance, heads tilting to different angles, breathy moans scattering out along the silent church. Chloé’s hands fell down and gripped Alix’s hips, trying to pull her even closer, while Alix rested one hand on Chloé’s shoulder and the other rubbed circles on her neck, keeping constant pressure in their kissing.

They moved in tandem, hands roaming and chests heaving until their passionate disregard for the outside forces of nature had them falling to the side, once against landing in a heap of limbs.

They broke apart at the falling sensation, and when the hit the ground, both girls rolled onto their backs, clutching their shoulders from where they had landed.

They let a comfortable silence fill the air, the only noise coming from their crazy breathing and gentle movements into more comfortable positions on the floor. They let their heart rates slow, and felt a slow bubble of unease encompass them, demanding to know what just happened.

“I…don’t know what that was,” Chloé broke the quiet.

Alix let her head loll to the side so she could look at the blonde lying next to her. “I think it’s pretty obvious what that was.”

Chloé made an unintelligible noise in the back of her throat and dropped her head to the side to meet Alix’s eyes, pupils blown wide. “What are we going to do about it?”

Alix laughed under her breath. “Well, I think it’s safe to say neither of us lost that round.”

“Are you kidding me?” Chloé asked, miffed. “Was this all about that stupid game to you?”

Alix bristled, shifting her body so she was raised on her forearms, looking down at Chloé. “No. It wasn’t.”

Chloé laughed humorlessly. “Then what are we going to do?”

“Whatever we want to do. It’s not like there’s some rule saying something has to happen.”

Chloé’s lips flicked down.

“But, something could happen. If we wanted it too,” Alix was quick to add, trying to force her cheeks to belie her embarrassment. “Do you…want something to happen?” she asked gently.

“That felt…amazing. And if there’s one thing I am not in the business of, it’s denying myself amazing things.”

Alix groaned. “You need to just give me a straight yes or no.”

“I don’t know!”

“You’re a lot more indecisive than I thought you were.”

Chloé turned her head away, annoyed at Alix’s presumptions. “It’s not like you really knew me all that well to begin with.”

Alix tapped a finger to her chin. She supposed that was true, thinking back on all the times she had written Chloé off as a spoiled princess, incapable of being denied anything she wanted. Those memories no longer felt justified. Chloé proved to be more complex than Alix had ever thought, and she felt a deep pang in her gut for not noticing until now how her confidence was only used to shield her uncertainty.

Alix didn’t know a lot about Chloé Bourgeois. But she couldn’t deny her newfound urge to learn.

“Maybe we should change that.”

Chloé sat up and a genuine smile brightened her face for the first time Alix could recall. Alix stood up, holding out a hand to pull Chloé to her feet. They walked to the doors and peered out into the dark night. The rain had dwindled, only a soft plinking against the puddles that coated the ground, and no thunder forced them back inside the safety of Notre Dame.

Alix took the first step out into the cold air and almost missed Chloé’s soft words behind her.

“Yeah, maybe we should.”

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