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gunnerfc · 5 months

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Bad Game | Alexia Putellas x Barça!Reader

WC: 1312

Warnings: this isn’t full-on smut but it is suggestive so 18+ only pls! There’s no smut warnings but Alexia is just a little mean !

-> English and Spanish are used by both Alexia & reader in this!

All translations are from google, so apologies if they aren’t 100% accurate!

As the final whistle blew, you could see the frustration on Alexia’s face despite her contributing to three of Barça’s six goals against Real Madrid. You watched as she shook hands with the opponents, hardly putting any effort into concealing how upset she felt. You knew better than to try and comfort her right now, knowing that she needed a minute to sit with her feelings, and no matter how much you told her how good she played, she was too in her head to listen to you.

While you weren’t going to actively try and comfort her, you did keep an eye on her as she did media and signed a few things for some fans before finally making her way into the locker room. You weren’t the only one to notice the midfielder’s frustrations, the rest of the team saw it as well and knew better than to say anything to their captain. In the locker room, you took your seat next to Ona while other teammates were singing and dancing, celebrating another El Clásico win.

Alexia kept to herself in her seat, without a doubt replaying the entire game in her head picking apart her performance. The team’s loud celebration not helping her growing annoyance. Eventually, the celebrations died down as many of your teammates started taking showers and getting ready to head back to the team hotel in Madrid. You were thankful for the rare opportunity to be sharing a room with your girlfriend, seeing as you two are usually kept apart when traveling for away games.

Knowing how upset the midfielder was, you knew she was going to wait until back at the hotel to shower, wanting to leave the stadium as quickly as possible. You decided to wait as well knowing it was only a short ride back and the quicker you were on the bus, the quicker you could be close to Alexia without her pushing you away. As soon as both of you find your seats, Alexia is quick to put headphones on in an effort to drown out the singing from your teammates. You let out a defeated sigh as you grabbed her hand to give it a light squeeze letting her know you were here for her, but she gave you no response.

The trip back from the stadium to the hotel was short but for Alexia, it felt like ages. She wanted nothing more than to rid herself of the game and decompress in whatever way seemed best. Alexia was off the bus and in the elevator in record time, not bothering to wait for you to catch up. It was a good thing you each made sure to take one of the keys this morning. By the time you reached your shared room, Alexia was already in the shower. You sighed as you took it upon yourself to take care of cleaning out your gym bags so you could give your kits to the staff to be washed.

When you finally heard the water turn off in the bathroom, you were mentally preparing yourself to be met with silence from your blonde girlfriend. As Alexia exited the bathroom, she barely gave you a second glance, more focused on finding a replay of the game to study everything she did wrong. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes as you scoffed at her actions. This finally gained some sort of reaction from Alexia, as she threw you a glance from one of the beds with a raised eyebrow, silently challenging you to challenge her. All you did in response was to give her a similar look, choosing to ignore the feeling you felt from seeing your girlfriend freshly showered with damp hair in a tank top and sweats.

When you were done with your shower, you found Alexia in the same position you left her in, this time you didn’t resist the eye roll.

“Ale, are you seriously going to rewatch the game you just played?” you asked, your voice dripping with your own frustration.

“Necesito ver que hice mal. (I need to see what I did wrong)” Alexia muttered, not looking up from her laptop. You knew this game was going to bother her, but the two of you never get to share a room when you’re away and you were looking forward to spending time with your girlfriend.

“Creo que puedes tomar un descanso, sólo por esta noche, cariño. (I think you can take a break, just for tonight baby)” You sighed, hoping to get her attention and she would see the pout on your face.

“Creo que podrías dejarme en paz unos minutos. (I think you could leave me alone for a few minutes.)” The blonde snapped, clearly still frustrated from earlier. Alexia finally looked up at you as she spoke and you could see in her eyes just how upset she was.

You knew that if you kept going, this argument would follow you back to Barcelona, and that was something you did not want. However, you couldn’t ignore just how much her words affected you. On one hand, you were upset that she was taking her anger out on you. On the other hand, you felt turned on by the idea of her taking her anger out on you in other ways.

“tal vez sólo necesites algo que te calme. (maybe you just need something to calm you down.)” You replied, taking cautious steps towards Alexia. The drop in your voice caught her attention, though she still refused to make eye contact with you.

When you reached the side of the bed she was sitting on, you moved to sit next to her. You carefully slid your finger across the top edge of her laptop, catching her eyes drift up slightly to watch you.

“bebé..please.” your voice had dropped to a whisper, knowing that no matter what your girlfriend was feeling, she was always affected by how you asked her to pleasure you. Alexia met your eyes, her still swimming with anger and disappointment in how she played but you could tell by how her pupils had dilated that she was feeling other things as well.

“úsame. desquitate conmigo, por favor, mi amor. (use me. take it out on me, please, my love.)” you begged. If you knew how to get anything out of Alexia, begging was the way to go.

Alexia all but threw her laptop off the bed to grab at your waist to switch the positions the two of you were in. Alexia loved having you under her, begging for her to give you sort of release and she wasn’t going to say no this time. Her lips met yours in a heated kiss, the blonde not giving you a chance to catch your breath before her tongue found its way into your mouth. Her lips left yours and a whine quickly followed them, hating not having her close.

Her lips found a place on your neck, leaving teasing kisses and bites, without a doubt leaving marks for you to deal with in the morning. At the moment though, you did not care. You were more focused on being an outlet for your girlfriend to let go of her lingering frustrations.

“¿Vas a hacer lo que te digo, princesa? (are you going to do as I say, princess?)” Alexia mumbled in between leaving the marks along your neck and collarbone.

You didn’t trust your voice, but you knew Alexia was waiting for an actual answer. With a shaky breath, you responded with a whispered “sí.” The response you received from your girlfriend was a deep kiss before she softly said “bueno” against your lips and you knew you were in for a long night, grateful that tomorrow was a travel day and you wouldn’t be expected to do much.

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #barca femeni x reader #espwnt x reader #woso x reader #woso

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liliansun · 3 months

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I SEE SPARKS FLY : 21 : risk it all

wc : 1.6k | warning : yw,, kissing

(IF YOU DONT LISTEN TO RISK IT ALL - THE VAMPS you’re doing it wrong while you read)

mark, joy, mal and jaemin were the first to arrive at chenle’s getaway family home while jeno, neowa, renjun and sal weren’t far behind. “if you keep looking like that you’re going to pop a vein in your forehead.” neowa pointed out as renjun scowled against the side of jeno’s car. “how are they the first ones to leave despite being the last ones to meet up and now they’re the last to make it?”

“relax jun, you’re gonna go gray.” joy said as she leaned into mark’s arms that were loosely draped over her shoulders with her back pressed to his chest. just as renjun was pulling his phone from his pocket, haechan’s car pulls into the driveway and the four are too busy having their own fun times to see the annoyed boy staring daggers at them. once haechan put the car into park, y/n gets out the car followed by jisung and chenle. “oh don't scowl at me, we stopped to refill on gas.” renjun rolled his eyes at his friend, walking around jeno’s car to grab his bag from the trunk.

“i’ll go unlock the door since he’s been waiting so patiently.” chenle spoke up, slightly jogging to the front door as mark and jaemin follow behind renjun. “how was the ride here?” y/n walked over to sal, smiling at her softly as she noticed her friend’s eyes lingering on the boy pulling their bags from his trunk. “it was good, when we switched drivers i used meat head over there as a headrest while i got some reading done.” mal walks over, joining in on the conversation. “you two still doing good?” sal ponders over the thought, in the easiest way to put it, they were. they hadn’t been arguing as much and the unresolved tension between them has grown significantly over the last few weeks, but that wasn’t her question. “yeah, in a sense it’s us trying to figure out how to be friends.”

neowa and haechan grabbed some bags from his trunk, bringing y/n’s over to where she, mal and sal were standing by jeno’s car. “are you three gossiping without me?” she had a slight mischievous smile on her lips as she hands y/n’s bag over to her. “maybe, whatcha gonna do about it?” y/n responded, grabbing her bag from neowa’s outstretched hand. “save some for me and joy tonight, i wanna know what i missed.”

“sorry ladies, but i’m stealing your girl.” haechan smiled at his girlfriend, grabbing her free hand. “tell me what i miss tonight!” y/n shouted as haechan stole her away from the two girls who went to the cars that too held their belongings for the weekend. “if somehow you find it hard to stay friends, remember to listen to that reason why.” mal said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “i’ll promise you if i get there, i will.” sal said in response, walking up into the house where everyone was sorting out rooms. “i know you will.” the older one said, knowing well enough that sal already did feel that reason as to why it was hard for the two to stay friends.

“but i want to sleep with my girlfriend!” haechan yelled out, frowning at renjun as y/n stood off to the side with flushed cheeks. “we’re here for two days, you’ll live.” renjun responded, walking past an upset haechan and down into the hallway. “they’re fighting over who is sleeping with who.” jeno, who spotted sal from the moment she walked in, joined her side as she watched the chaos unfold. “why don’t we all sleep together in the living room and the girls sleep together and the boys sleep together for the next night?” joy suggested, already making herself comfortable on the couch between mark and chenle. “like a sleepover, we can all make a spot together and that’ll settle hyuck’s whining and then we can all be happy.” mark spoke up, throwing his arm over joy’s shoulder.

“any objections?” jisung asked, standing beside y/n and neowa near the kitchen. “as long as i sleep beside y/n tonight i’m okay with it.” haechan spoke up, wrapping his arm around her waist loosely. “fine, anything to get him quiet.” renjun yelled from his claimed room, his voice echoing through the house. over the next few hours the group split up, renjun, joy, sal and jaemin went grocery shopping while y/n, mark, chenle and jisung set up the fire in the backyard that faced the water and started to set up chairs for everyone to gather around later. mal, jeno, neowa and haechan took care of setting up the space that everyone was going to sleep in for the night, gathering all the pillows and blankets around the house they could find.

when the four in charge of getting food for the next two nights came back, jeno and jaemin offered to cook the meat while joy and neowa offered to prep the side dishes to go along with the meat. the rest were outside by the shoreline, drawing in the sand and taking polaroid pictures to commentate this night as they go in and out with the camera to capture everyone. sal went inside, rubbing her hands together to try and gain back the warmth she lost from the cool breeze coming off the water. “need any help in here?” she asked, walking into the kitchen where she joined jeno beside the counter top grill. jaemin exchanged looks with neowa and joy, smirking as he took the marinated meat in a bowl in front of him as the two girls took the side dishes the prepped. “yeah, can you cut this for me?” sal immediately nodded, grabbing a knife from the drawer and pulled the cutting board near her. “we’re going to bring these things out to the table!” joy said, following behind neowa who was already out the back door. “i’ll finish these on the grill outside too.” jaemin said, smiling to himself as he walked out after joy.

“they’re setting us up.” sal spoke up, cutting the meat in front of her as similar in size as she can. a deep laugh came from jeno, eyeing his grill as he turns the meat onto its other side. “can you blame them? we’ve been in this weird situation for a while now.” although she shouldn’t have felt the weight of his words, sal’s once cheerful demeanor suddenly dropped. “do you think we should stop?” jeno looked up briefly, catching the sadden look in her eyes. his chest felt tight, knowing that if he doesn’t have this conversation now, who knows when he’ll get another chance. “no, not if it means this is as close as i can get to having you.” sal sets the knife onto the board, pulling at jeno’s arm till he was facing her. “don’t say something stupid like that, you have me jeno, you always have.” suddenly, the air around them felt fuzzy. jeno’s attention was now on the look in her eyes, something he’s seen long ago back when they first met. it’s a burning look of desire, want and need.

“don’t look at me like that.” he muttered, staring down at her through his lashes. sal’s lips turned slightly upwards in the corners, her hand still having a loose grip on his forearm. “like what?” jeno took the initiative, taking a small step closer towards her. “like you want to risk this all.” her breath got caught in her throat, unable to form the words she so desperately wanted to say. this was a moment where it could either go terribly wrong, or become the turning point in this relationship they’ve yet to develop. she takes the risk, knowing that the fall is just a moment in time and whether he catches her or not will he the layout of what’s yet to come. “and maybe i do, what are you going to do about it?” with one brow raised, she challenges him to do what she can see he’s desperately holding back from. a small smirk spreads across his lips before he brings his free hand up to her cheek.

cupping the side of her face, jeno leans in to close the distance between them two as their lips press against each other. the moment felt surreal, a slight ringing in sal’s ears as she drowns out the rest of the world. she gives his arm a slight squeeze of reassurance as she tilts her head to the side to get more of him. they’ve both needed this, knowing that it’s been a long time leading up to this very moment. jeno, surprisingly, is the first to pull away with parted lips and a loving look in his eyes. “no more friends, no more running from me.” sal looks up into his eyes, her hands dropping down to intertwine her fingers into his. “as long as you promise to be the one i run to.” a wide smile spreads across his lips, his silence is her answer. “as long as you promise to be mine, my girlfriend that is.”

“thank you for that clarification, captain—“

“don’t you dare call me captain obvious.” he said with a stern tone, giving her hands a gentle squeeze which earns a soft giggle from her. “of course i’d love to be your girlfriend, nono.” her voice was soft, if there were anymore noise in the house he’d be unable to hear her, but he takes this new found happiness that blooms in his chest and holds onto it. the two walk out to join their friends hand in hand with the meat plated on the board. no one is surprised to see the two intertwined, relief flowing over them all as they join each other around the fire where they roast marshmallows after their meal and once they were finished and the fire was nearly gone, everyone headed inside to play games all night till each passes out one after the other.

summary : jeno was the calm before the storm, never letting his his smile ever turn sour. his touch was the warmth she never knew she needed and when his eyes turned into little crescents, sal thanked the moon that night for giving him such features that resembled. all things seemed fine, until she realized she yearned for that same smile too many have seen. scared, she runs from the feelings that knock on her door, unbeknownst that he was waiting for her to answer him.

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a/n : few chs left 🫶 ALSO lmk how many of you ACTUALLY listened to the song while reading. don’t lie to me either,, the gc is watching 🤌

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fandom-nursery · 2 months

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Mal agere headcanons

Regresses from around age 4-7

Has a bad habit of pushing herself to stay big until she breaks down and regresses involuntarily

On the Isle regressing would mean showing weakness and she could not afford to be seen as weak by anyone so she put a lot of effort into controlling her regression

Once she was in Auradon she struggled to let her guard down and it took a lot for her to allow herself to regress when she needs it

Her regression is something she is pretty insecure about. Her mother would hate her if she knew she was doing this and she struggles a lot to not feel like a failure for giving in to her regression. She knows things are different now and she knows her mother is gone and can never hurt her but that particular wound is going to take a long time to heal

Incredibly energetic. Evie once joked that she might actually be more dexterous and coordinated while little than she is when big after chasing Mal around the room for almost an hour trying to get her to put on shoes

She is a bit of a terror while little. She carries herself with the same confidence as big Mal and is extremely stubborn and opinionated. On the rare occasions where she is still and quiet it’s a very bad sign because it either means she is planning something or something has caused her to become very very afraid or upset

Mal has a very hard time sleeping when little. Bedtime usually takes at least and hour or two of comfort, bargaining, and tantrums

Because of how hard putting her to bed is, the VK’s have completely given up on trying to get her to nap. There were many attempts fueled by desperation and fleeting hope but none were successful

Mal has a hard time staying still and will squirm to be put down if she’s picked up. The exception is when Jay picks her up to spin her around or hang her upside down or toss her onto the bed while they are playing

She loves bathtime so much but she does need a lot of supervision during it because if she isn’t watched constantly she will 100% end up flooding the dorm

Mal is very active while little and loves to run around. She loves to roughhouse with Jay. It took a while for them both to learn the differences between play fighting and real fighting and even now the two of them have to be very careful not to hurt one another by accident

She also likes to play games where she hides and tries to sneak up on carlos

Mal is very creative and loves to do art projects! She makes a huge mess no matter which art supplies she is using but she is so excited and happy while doing them that the other VK’s can’t bring themselves to be too upset with her

She loves fruit. Strawberries are her favorite but she also loves blueberries, oranges, watermelon, mango, blackberries, passion fruit and pomegranate. Not apples though. She doesn't trust them

Messy eater most of the time unless Evie is the one watching her. She likes to make people proud of her and Evie gives her lots of praise when she has good table manners

Ben won her one of those cheesy giant stuffed bears at a carnival once and now whenever little Mal gets sad or upset its the first object she turns to for comfort

Evie made Mal several sets of play clothes for when she’s regressed but its really 50/50 of weather or not she will wear them

It was hard for her to tell the others about her regression and they actually didn’t know about it at all until just about a week after the coronation. It took even longer for her to tell Ben

Ben and the other VK’s are her caregivers

Evie usually has to talk Mal down from being embarrassed after she’s back in her big headspace

While she is little Ben calls her princess, and the VK’s call her little fairy. They have also entered a friendly competition where they try to call Mal a word for purple and a descriptor with the same first letter. Some highlights have been violet vagabond, Lavender lunatic, and hyperactive heliotrope

Mal has discovered that when she is little she needs boundaries. However because of the other VKs experience with punishments back on the isle none of them are really willing to provide discipline. Because of this it falls to Ben to enforce rules and place her in time out if need be. He is very good at staying calm and being fair and it’s been good for Mal to see that boundaries can be places that don’t hurt or make her feel awful about herself

#disney descendants #descendants agere #descendants age regression #mal descendants #Mal #Mal agere #Little!Mal #fandom agere #age regression #age regressor Mal

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camillemontespan · 6 months

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a deal with shadows [mal volari]

Mal Volari had always been a man who burned brighter than a star. But this past year, he felt like he had burnt out. Every day was spent simply placing one foot in front of the other, trying to appear normal, trying to appear happy, trying to appear more Mal, but deep inside, something was wrong.

His zest for life had diminished. His love for adventure had faded. The shadow realm may have been defeated by Luna but to Mal, he felt like it had all been for nothing. The shadow realm may as well have taken him.

Losing Luna had been the tipping point. Without her, his life felt meaningless. She had shown him what the world was like with a partner, someone who fought your corner, someone who loved you.

He had been given the world and in one swift motion, she had been taken away from him.

And now, after one long year, she was alive. She had escaped the shadow realm. She had found him.

But it was too late.

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'Come on, land rat, there's ale to be drunk!' Imtura crowed, jostling Luna as the group made their way along the canal towards the inn.

'I was hoping we could find a quiet corner to process what just happened..' Tyril muttered.

'That troll nearly broke my nose, the bastard!' Mal announced.

'It would have been an improvement!' Imtura hollered back over her shoulder.

As Mal raised a middle finger at Imtura in response, Luna couldn't help but feel her stomach twist.

Mal had been acting normal with everyone else except Luna. He argued with Imtura, teased Mal, engaged in deep conversations with Nia but with Luna… nothing.

He still spoke to her of course. And he would still call her 'kit', his nickname for her. But any closeness they had before Luna had been trapped in the shadow realm seemed to have vanished.

Not to sound like a lovesick teenager, but he was supposed to be her boyfriend. Well, at least Luna thought so. They hadn't exactly defined their relationship even though they had shared many nights together. Mal had wanted to take her on adventures. To Luna, that seemed like boyfriend behaviour.

They hadn't so much as kissed when they were reunited. Everyone else had been delighted to see Luna again, happy that she was alive, and while Mal had told her he had missed her, he hadn't reacted in a way Luna expected.

Maybe that was her fault. She couldn't control his emotions or his actions. But she at least expected him to spend a night with her so they could reunite properly.

Testing the waters, Luna reached out to brush her hand against Mal's. He jumped at the sudden contact before glancing at her.

'Hey kit,' he said, giving her a smile that didn't reach his eyes. 'You okay?'

Luna's hand fell back against her side.

No, I'm not okay.

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Imtura and Mal sank several tankards of ale while Tyril and Nia played a game of dice.

Luna sat in the corner watching their game, her eyes occasionally looking up to glance at Mal.

The more Mal drank, the louder he became. He joked with Imtura and exchanged stories about adventures.

As time wore on, Luna became increasingly frustrated with him. Why wasn't he having a drink with her? Why wasn't he talking to her? Why was he absolutely fine with everyone else but acted like she was some sort of creature from a different land?

Luna slammed her tankard down on the table, making everyone jump in surprise.

'Luna, are you alright?' Nia asked, her eyebrows knitted together with concern.

Tyril reached out to take Luna's arm to try comfort her but she was already standing up, her hands shaking.

'I need air,' she said. Her eyes landed on Mal's, challenging him to react. To do something. Anything.

He stared at her as if she'd grown two heads.

'I'll come with you-' Nia began to say.

But Luna had already left the table.

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She sat down by the side of the canal and stared down at the water. Hot tears filled her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks. She furiously rubbed her eyes with her hands, hating herself for getting upset.

'Stop it Luna..' she croaked. 'Stop it, stop it, stop it.'

'Hey kit.'

She saw Mal's reflection in the water. He settled down beside her, his knee brushing hers.

She sniffled. 'Go away, Mal.'

His body stiffened beside hers.

She didn't want to turn to look into his brown eyes and see nothing reflected back at her.

'We need to talk..' Mal muttered.

Luna scoffed. 'Oh trust me, I'm aware of that.'

Mal's hands clenched into fists. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

'I know I've been acting different,' he said quietly. 'With you, I mean.'

Luna kept her eyes on the water, watching Mal's reflection. His hair was so short now. That was what Luna fixated on. If she thought of anything deeper, she would end up throwing herself into the canal.

'Luna..' he whispered. His hand reached out to take hers. His calloused fingers wrapped around hers, his thumb rubbing her palm. It was almost reassuring.

'I don't understand,' Luna finally spoke. 'I'm back from the shadow realm and you've been acting weird. You don't treat me like you used to. You're fine with everyone else. But with me, it's like you don't know how to act around me. I feel so alone when I'm with you.'

Her voice cracked as she said this. Because she did feel alone when she was with him. The chasm between them felt like it couldn't be healed.

'I'm sorry,' Mal said. 'I'm a dick-'

'I just want an explanation,' Luna cut in. 'If you don't love me anymore, I'd rather you told me.'

Mal's head whipped around so he could stare at her. Luna swallowed and willed herself to look at him.

His eyes were filled with pain.

An emotion.

'Of course I still love you!' He protested. 'Gods, I'm so happy you're back! I never stopped loving you!'

'THEN WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON WITH ME?' Luna shouted.

A pin could drop in the thick silence between them. Mal stared at her, his eyes searching her face as he tried to find the words to explain himself. Luna's lower lip trembled as she stared back at him, willing him to say something.

Mal wrenched his eyes away from hers. He focused on looking into the water.

'It's because I am a different person..' he muttered, his voice so low that Luna had to lean in to hear him.

'What does that even mean?' she asked. 'Mal, for God's sake, can you just tell me the truth without being ominous?-'

'I let myself be corrupted by shadow,' Mal interrupted, his voice filled with anxiety. 'Alright? That's why I've been different with you. I'm not.. I'm not me.'

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Luna's heart pounded in her chest. She stared at him as she tried to make sense of what he had just said.

'Mal..' she croaked. 'What did you do?'

Mal covered his face with his hands and leaned down. His broad shoulders heaved as he started to weep.

Alarm filled Luna. Mal never cried. She couldn't help herself, she had to comfort him. She gently wrapped her arms around him and held him as he cried.

'I was lost without you,' he said, his voice muffled as he spoke against her neck. 'I was desperate to find you. I never stopped searching for a way to rescue you. I tried everything with no results. I couldn't allow myself to think you were dead because that would have ended me, Luna. I couldn't have carried on.'

Luna softly rubbed her hands on his back, trying her best to comfort him.

He slowly sat up and faced her, taking her hands as he did so.

'I made a deal,' he told her. 'A deal to get you back.'

Luna blinked. 'What? How? Mal, I escaped myself -'

'I know that now,' Mal interrupted. His voice was flat now, empty. 'The creature I made a deal with.. they said that they had been in the shadow realm and had seen you. They said they would help me to rescue you. But they weren't going to do this out of the goodness of their heart.'

Luna swallowed, dreading hearing more of his story. His hands clenched hers tighter as he went on.

'Most people allow themselves to be corrupted to gain more power, more influence,' he explained. 'As you know. But I didn't do it for those reasons. I did it to get you back. I did it for love.'

Luna closed her eyes, willing herself not to burst into tears. She could feel Mal's hands gripping hers.

'They said if I embraced the shadow, they would go into the realm and get you out. They warned me that once I allowed myself to become corrupt, I wouldn't be the same. But I didn't care. I just wanted you.'

Luna squeezed his hands. 'Mal..'

'Every day since I've been corrupted, I've been different,' he continued. 'I don't like adventuring anymore. I don't even like being a thief. The stuff that made me me.. it's gone. I feel like a shell of myself.'

Luna bit her lip. 'You've been acting like your usual self with the others..'

'Exactly,' Mal said, 'acting. It's not genuine.'

Luna's eyes met his. 'So why haven't you been acting the same with me?'

Mal swallowed. It took a moment for him to speak. 'Because you're going to hate me once I tell you everything. So I figured may as well speed that process along.'

There was a silence until Luna broke it. 'Mal, what the fuck are you talking about? I could never hate you. I promise. I love you.'

Mal's jaw set.

'The creature didn't tell me the fine print,' he carried on, his voice dull. 'They kept something from me when I agreed to corruption. I only found this out once it had been done. I..'

He broke off and tears filled his eyes again. Luna had to do something. She had to show him that she still loved him. That she was in his corner.

She kissed him. It wasn't a soft kiss. It was fierce, filled with fire, filled with all of the feelings that she felt deep inside.

Luna heard Mal groan against her lips. She felt his tears slide down his cheeks.

She moved to kiss the tears away. 'It's okay..' she whispered. 'I've got you.'

Mal's fingers twisted in her hair, bunching the tendrils into his fists. His body was shaking as he held onto her. He leant his forehead against hers.

'I could have you back,' he croaked, 'but anything I felt for you would fade.'

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Luna blinked. She could feel her skin bloom with goosebumps. Her eyes began to water, threatening to spill hot tears down her cheeks. Her heart began to pound, quicker and quicker as she processed what he had just said.

'M-Mal, what?' She struggled to speak. 'Why- why did you do that?'

Her entire body was shaking. She could feel Mal's hands grip her shoulders, trying to ground her. 'I'm so sorry, Luna-'

She pushed at his chest, making him topple. 'How could you do that?!' She screamed. 'You gave up your love for me-

'So I could have you back in my life!' Mal interrupted, his voice desperately trying to make her see reason. 'I would rather have you back in my life, alive and safe from the shadow realm, than not at all!'

'At the expense of our relationship!' Luna wailed. She was crying hard now. She couldn't stop. 'Mal, I love you-'

'And I love you, I know I do -'

'But you're going to stop loving me at some point?!' Luna demanded. 'Is that the twist?'

Mal looked down at the ground, ashamed. 'Please understand..' he whispered. 'Please.'

Luna rubbed her eyes furiously before fixing her stare on him. 'We're going to fix it,' she told him. 'Me and you. We're going to set this right.'

'Luna..' Mal croaked. 'I don't think we can-'

'Yes we can,' Luna cut in. 'I love you, Mal. If I can stay in this realm and have you, then I will do anything. I know you are willing to not be together so I can be alive but I refuse to do that. I won't do it.'

Mal swallowed but nodded, knowing he couldn't argue. 'Maybe there's a loop hole,' he said softly.

'If there isn't,' Luna said, 'we will make one.'

Their hands clasped and their foreheads leaned together. They sat like this for a long time, silent.

Finally back together, but apart.

#mal volari #choices blades of light and shadow #blades of light and shadow #bolas nia #bolas imtura #bolas tyril #choices fanfic

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thekrazykeke · 2 years

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Title: We Always Do This

Fandom(s): College Craze

Masterlist: Here.

Pairing(s): Jay x Phy

Summary: An intimate relationship is not only a physical relationship. It is a trusting relationship with another person without fear of rejection.

Or, alternatively, Phylicity Carr and Jason Choi are on different tracks of life and on the surface, should not mix. Their first run-in with each other is brief, yet still, the universe rippled. They meet once more and contact is moderately established but again denied. Their third encounter (and every other meeting thereafter) is no less fraught with friction, and tension.

Warning(s): Canon typical violence, flirting, underage drinking, pining, misunderstandings, occasional use of the n-word, spoilers for College Craze

This is a self-indulgent, slight comfort piece I’m writing for myself but also for angelduality and alexandria on the College Craze Discord server. We all agreed that Samir needed to be put in his place.

Thus this 2 am idea was born~

Reblog/like, share it with your friends, and/or comment if you want me to keep writing about this fandom or the adventures of this couple to be going forward. Without further ado, let’s dive into it!

@agehabutterfly @angelduality @summoreknots @theyrhymewithorange

Prologue

You’re upset.

Slightly inebriated and head beginning to pound, you rub at your lips. Eugh, you can still taste him there. Or maybe it was just your imagination, he’d long since run off after you’d had to tell him twice to stop and get a little physical, forcefully pushing him away from you.

Rubbing your lips again, you blinked back the sting of frustrated tears, continuing your trek back to your dorm. Or at least that was the plan until you almost bumped into the Dean. It’s on the tip of the tongue to tell the man what you’d gone through, what Samir attempted to do, what he was capable of—

And then you noticed the ring.

Feeling a pit open up in your stomach, you just barely tear your gaze away and only then to question (interrogate) him carefully. Though you’d like to think it wasn’t the Dean who’d taken pictures of you while in the shower on your first day, he was giving you all-around bad vibes. Just what the fuck did he mean he was “ever watchful?” More like mcfucking negligent with how Samir just got to run around unchecked...!

Even after you got back to your dorm and stripped out of the dress you’d been wearing, took a quick shower, moisturized and redressed in clean clothes, reclining lazily in your desk chair, that feeling of doom wouldn’t leave you be.

So you picked up your cellphone and texted the one person who you could always count on when things really mattered.

You rolled your eyes and huffed.

Although Mal is your older cousin, y’all argued like blood siblings 24/7 growing up together and they enjoyed giving you a hard time.

Lovingly, of course, she’d insist.

Before you could get out of the clean clothes (again) and shimmy in bed with just your panties (no Trish and you’d be under the covers, door and window locked 🤷🏽‍♀️), your phone began to ring insistently.

Rolling your eyes heavenward, you answered, clicking the button that set the call to speakerphone, “Hello?” The greeting had more attitude than you intended but it was out there now.

There’s a muffled sound like the person on the other end was shifting around. “L’l miss thing, dontchu be catchin’ an attitude wit me!” Although trying to sound serious and scolding, her voice cracks halfway and she breaks into helpless giggles.

Shaking your head, you can’t help but join in, chuckling a bit. “I’m sorry,” Stretching the final word, you turn it into a bit of a high note or hum. “You got me when I was ��bout to catch some z’s.”

“‘Catch some z’s?’” The next chuckle created a bit of static over the phone. “Nah, nah, nah. We’re overdue for some quality bonding time.” There’s a moment’s pause. “Plus I already left my second job early. I’m outside yo school, so come on already…”

Exasperation warred with a smidgen of guilt as you popped up from the chair, snagging your book bag and tossed the folder containing your upcoming class papers, and some PJs and toiletries. Lastly, you tied the drawstrings tight, shoving your arms through the straps as you swung the book bag onto your back, snagging your phone off the desk after. “I’m on my way down but you really didn’t have to come if you were at work.”

Clicking their tongue, Mal sighed. “Just pick up the pace, please. The iron wrought gates realllllly give me bougie vibes and remind me of Saccharine Summit.”

The call disconnected before you could inquire about when and why they’d gone there. Just in time too as you twisted the knob of your dorm door, testing to make sure that it was locked before you hustled down the hall. Shoving your cellphone in your pocket, you shouted a distracted, “Sorry!” in the direction of the person you nearly bumped into while in your hurry to leave.

Walking the campus grounds at night, once again, is a bit odd in a way but you did your best to ignore the feeling. This is different than what Dean Monroe does and you’re pretty sure he had more motives than spousal issues as the only reason. Shaking your head, you find yourself breaking into a grin as you caught sight of the person leaning leisurely against the beat-up dark blue SUV parked outside the school gates, left leg propped up against the passenger door, tapping away on their cellphone.

Oblivious to your presence, for now, you take the time to take note of the changes your cousin had undergone during the summer. Much to your exasperation, you see that they’ve once again shot up in height, towering over most people, and definitely taller than yourself; though at this point, it’s just a staple of life. Mal is as tall as a tree and kept climbing while you plateaued at eighth grade and weren’t getting any taller (and boy, oh boy, did you try).

“Malicia!” You called out to her, waving and slipping out the school gates as they looked up at last. Mal beamed, genuine happiness to see you visible in those gray eyes, showing off pearly white teeth and that playful, dimpled smile that screamed mischief. Picking up speed, you managed two more steps before she caught you up in a warm hug, the action familiar and making you feel safe.

“Lookit, you!” After a few minutes, they pulled back to give you a quick once over. “My oh my, what have you been up to over the summer?” With a grin, Mal playfully leered at you, a knowing twinkle to their gaze.

Spluttering with fake indignation and good humor, you lightly slapped a hand against their stomach, rolling your eyes as they clutched at the area in exaggerated hurt. “Dumby, shut up! I’m more interested in what you been up to! Ya been hush-hush all summer about ya whereabouts and secretive on your socials,” You ticked off the reasons on your fingers. “And so has Stephen. Not to mention, is that…” Squinting for a moment, your eyes then widen. “Is that a tattoo!?”

Slapping a hand to the right side of their neck, hiding what looked to be a small flower (?) tattoo, their eyes darted around, uncharacteristically flustered. If it weren’t impossible with their skin tone, they’d definitely be blushing, you bet. “Just get in the car, aight?”

Cheesing now, you watched as Mal practically stomped around to the driver’s side of the car. Pulling on the passenger side door, you got inside and closed your door, tossing your bookbag onto the backseat floor before buckling up. Turning to your cousin, you’re about to pile on the questions but the radio turned on, automatically switching to Spotify and blasting Do We Have a Problem? by Nicki Minaj. The two of you exchanged a glance and then y’all are in sync, singing and laughing, acting a whole goofy mess and without a care in the world, cruising down the darkened lanes of Sugardale.

You’re snapping your fingers and rolling ya neck as the last of the beat tapered off and the next song, an old-school Keyshia Cole banger you ain’t heard in a while, started to play. Mal reached out and pressed the button on the screen to turn the volume down, but before you could complain you saw the police cruiser pulling up in the next lane.

Biting your bottom lip, you kept your gaze pointed forward to the darkened streets, trying to keep calm and collected. You hadn’t realized you’d been tapping repeatedly at the middle console until Mal grasped your hand tight; any other time you’d complain about the pressure but right now it’s comforting. Moments pass and just when you worry that y’all are going to get pulled over, the car drives past, siren blaring, and turns the corner. Exhaling quietly, you tried to calm your racing heart and almost succeeded until you realized exactly where y’all are.

“You live in Toffee Springs?”

Sharply, Mal turned to look at you, just as she pulled up into the driveway of a rundown two-story house. Before the interrogation could truly begin, the front door opened and a familiar figure strode outside and walked down the stairs. The young, tattooed Asian man went to the backside of the car on the driver’s side and you heard the locks disengage. He pulled open the back door and an overhead light came on, right as he began to grab the contents off the backseat.

“Put that on the kitchen table please, Jay. Phylicity, help him out would you? Where is Triggs and, oh, there’s Stephen. Never mind then.”

The stranger, whom you turned down the offer to give you a ride downtown to Honeywood, and the same guy who was nice enough to stick around at the bus stop with you for as long as possible before outside factors made him leave, glanced to the front, where you’re sitting in the passenger seat.

Battling with awkwardness at the weird situation, yet still opting to be courteous, you smiled and lightly waved in his direction as a greeting but he didn’t do much besides continuing on with his task, hefting the contents underneath each arm and stepping backward, letting the car door swing close, heading back to the house.

Well.

Alright then.

Rolling your eyes heavenward, you unbuckle your seatbelt and quickly get out of the car.

“L’l sis!” Stephen’s excited yell nearly ruptures your eardrums as you’re caught up in a one-sided hug. Blinking, you laughed shortly, as for the second time tonight, you find your face squished against a clean white t-shirt smelling of something subtly sweet, probably his cologne.

After a few moments, close to half a minute of one-sided hugging, you patted his stomach, the nonverbal signal to let go which he did after gently pinching your cheek.

Irritated now, you swatted at him which he dodged with insulting ease, darting back to the car, dark green eyes glinting with amusement.

“Go in the house, we got this!”

If Mal is as tall as a tree, Stephen is a skyscraper comparably. He towered over men and women alike without effort and was even taller than Mal themself. The adults back in Bitterby had often joked that he’d sprouted from the womb fully grown and as he stood near the car, gesturing for Triggs to hand over the items in his hold, you could see it.

Shaking your head, you jog up the stone steps, striding across the small expanse, hand outstretched to touch the front doorknob when abruptly, the door swung open again. Standing there in the doorframe, blocking the entrance is Jay. Mouth pulling itself into a small frown, you start to go left, “‘Scuse me,” The phrase is half-assed, gaze darting to the right side of his profile, more interested in catching a peek of the house’s interior and feet already in motion.

Only Jay’s also thinking the same thing apparently, going left as well.

“Ay! Careful…” You’d nearly bumped into him and quickly shuffled backward before you could tread over his shoes. Ever experienced that stupid awkward shuffle thing, where Person A is going in one direction, expecting Person B to go the opposite way?

But they defy expectations and common sense and keep getting in the way?

Yeah, apparently that’s a thing that happens in reality.

The two of y’all are trapped in this hellish cycle for what feels like an eternity but in reality might have been a couple of seconds, before Jay just moves to the right, gesturing you to enter first.

You don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and quickly dart inside.

To the right, on the cream-colored walls are hooks for coats, hats, umbrellas, etc. An umbrella stand with at least three umbrellas neatly stacked inside beneath the wall hooks, and a shoe rack sits near the umbrella stand, adjacent to the spiraling wooden staircase leading to the upper level. Giving a quick glance to the left, there’s a door that’s half-opened.

Toeing off your shoes, an ingrained habit keeping you from walking around in outdoor footwear, leaving tracks, you neatly stack them in a spare space. Hearing the others come back up the front steps and not wanting to get in the way, you pushed open the door on the left, hand blindly reaching out for a light switch on the wall, as the room is pitch black, sighing with relief, and entered the room.

And stared.

The walls in this room sport a rich black wallpaper with bulbous bright yellow orbs stamped at random intervals that almost seemed to glow beneath the fluorescent lighting provided by the ceiling fan/light and the tall lamp in the upper left corner of the room. There’s a wooden dining table with a gray tablecloth covering the entirety, the cloth is long, falling over the sides but not onto the floor, and several matching wooden chairs are placed around the table.

Feeling like your head is on a swivel, you walk further into the room, around the table, and up to the floor-to-ceiling bookcase.

Rows upon rows of books line the shelves.

Not just books of one genre or series, but also comics, manga, and manhwa. Hand outstretched, you’re about to take Killing Stalking off the shelf but then you heard the commotion.

It’s slightly muffled but…hm.

Deciding to hold off on getting any recreational reading done, you turn back to the door you came through and peek your head out.

It’s obvious that they’re trying to keep their voices low but you’re nosy. Tiptoeing down the hall, you linger outside the half-closed door which leads to the kitchen area presumably.

There’s a thump.

Biting the inside of your cheek, peering carefully through the crack in the doorway, you hold your breath, waiting.

It didn’t take long.

"Shut.... mannnn, I swear on everything-" There's that familiar aggressive undertone prevalent in Stephen's voice that he's trying to contain. "You goofy ass muhfucka! You was standin' right there, you heard me! I told Phylicity to go in the house. I did, me, so if you got a problem..."

"That's not what he was sayin'," Jay is trying to smooth things over. "That's not what he was sayin' at all. Triggs was just-"

"I said what the fuck I said!" Triggs exploded. Jay pinched the bridge of his nose and threw up his hands in an oh-well way. "I ain't runnin' a muhfuckin' maid and delivery service but maybe I should wit how y'all got me runnin’ ‘round doin' chores an’ shii like this my spot!”

"Who invited you here? That's what I'm trynna figure out?" Stephen retorted, completely fed up.

"Can y'all supposedly grown-ass adults act y'all age and stop yellin' and screamin' over somethin' so petty?" At last, Mal cut in, sounding completely done. "Phylicity, l’l miss thing, don't linger like that, it’s aight. I promise, they friends, they just hotheaded."

Busted, you sheepishly pushed open the kitchen door fully and stepped inside.

To your immediate left, there’s an entryway and a door that potentially leads outside, as well as wooden stairs leading to the basement. Turning your attention forward, you see that there’s a table with aluminum pan after pan of food situated smack dab in the middle of the room. The black marble counters to the left are neat and besides the microwave and coffee machine, very little decoration.

“Do we pass inspection, l’l miss thing?”

Trying to control the rush of heat wanting to spread across your face, you poke your bottom lip at Mal who’s smirking lightly.

“You won’t be written up by the landlord at least,” With that cheeky quip and nose in the air, mimicking importance, you sweep your gaze around the room again, taking note of the black fridge and the little magnets stuck to the surface.

The stove is brand new and clean, there are no dishes in the sink.

“Nah, I’m playin’. I really like the aesthetic y’all got goin’ on here!” Gazing back at Mal as you reassured them but from the corner of your eye, you note that Stephen, leaned up against the door behind him, relaxed.

“Aight. ‘Nough o’ all that.” Stephen declared, leaning up and reaching behind him to twist the knob of the door. Opening it to reveal a pantry of sorts with all sorts of canned goods, an assortment of cereal, knock-off and name brands, plastic containers, etc.

He grabbed the bag which held paper food containers.

“Phy, plate us up, please.”

Reaching out, you accepted the food containers and placed them in an empty space on the table. You’re about to wash your hands first.

“Why she gotta plate the food up?” Triggs asked with annoyance. He was sitting at the end of the table in a chair while Jay’s leaning against the deep freezer. “It’s not like she helped bring any of it in and knowing y’all, it’s gon be someshit where she get t’ eat first ‘cause she a girl!”

Knowing Stephen, you can recognize that he’s at his limit and about to clown. Malicia sighed and their shoulders straightened, another person about finally snap.

And you just can’t.

“I was only ‘bout to plate Stephen, Mal, and myself up but go off I guess.” You manage to keep your voice calm and level, monotone even, as you went about your appointed task, filling the containers with food for three people.

Stephen and Mal definitely ate much, much more than most, you’d learned early.

You look Triggs dead in the eye, making sure that he read the truth of it all in your face - that you wasn’t scared of him, Stephen or no Stephen. Mal or no Mal. He could hoop and holler and get as l o u d as he wanted, he didn’t want the smoke if you really popped off.

Knock Out Thursdays were a tradition in Bitterby but apparently, you’d have to start it up again.

“C’mon, Triggs, man. Just chill.” Jay murmured, barely audible. He sounded as exhausted with the situation as anyone else.

There was a visible tick in Triggs’ jaw but he ended up looking away first, letting out a ‘tsk!’ like a cliché anime NPC and grumbled underneath his breath, but whatever he said was too low for you to hear anyway.

Satisfied with the outcome of this whole unnecessary debate as you may be, this debacle, along with everything that had happened tonight, made you less willing to be the proper guest that you’d been raised up to be.

“I’m not that hungry.” It’s a simple statement and only half true. You were a bit hungry, but you weren’t gonna pass out if you missed one meal. You read the protest all over Stephen’s face and held up the first container for him to take. “I’m just gon catch up on a few assignments and go to sleep.”

“Phylicity…” Stephen said lowly, a cajoling note entering his tone.

“I’ll be up in a little bit with a snack then,” Mal stated decisively, ignoring the way Stephen let out a betrayed sputter; he expected to be a united front, obviously. You’re about to reiterate that you’re not hungry but she reached out and grabbed the remaining food container from you, using her free hand to tug lightly at your left ear.

Hissing with agitation, you rub at the abused appendage, prepared to tell your cousin off but their raised eyebrow defeated you without another word uttered. You could almost hear Aunty Tara in the back of your skull, scolding you for having the audacity not to have three full course meals, and a snack, too, at least, if you were doing homework.

Rolling your eyes, you look to the left, conceding. “See you in a bit…” Turning on your heel, you’re about to stride right out of the kitchen.

“Guest room is on the end of the hallway after you get up the stairs. Can’t miss it. And I left ya bookbag at the top of the stairs.” Stephen piped in.

With a faint nod, you left the oppressive atmosphere and area, the kitchen door swinging closed after you. Placing a hand on the stair rail, you ascended the steps quickly, two at a time, until you reach the landing after the 11th step, caught your breath, as you were a bit winded, and saw your bookbag at the very top as promised. Continuing your trek, you bent down and snagged the strap, swinging it up onto its familiar position.

There are not many rooms in this hallway, four at the most.

Pressing lightly at the door of the room behind you, it opened and you see that it’s a bathroom. Nodding to yourself absently, you continue this little habit until you reach your destination at the end of the hall, and enter the room, closing the door after you see that the room, while a bit spartan, has all the required necessities.

Besides the bathroom and guest room, where you’d be sleeping, there’s a storage area, there’s no other word for it, as there are boxes marked MAL, STEPHEN, LINEN, etc, while the locked room is…

Mal’s? Stephen’s? Did they bunk together for space reasons?

Unsure of their dynamic, as in your eyes, it’d always been a little blurry. Sometimes, they acted like “regular” friends, other times, mainly Stephen, looked at Mal with such naked longing, it was pitiful as it was painful. However, sometimes, just sometimes, before the summer and their subsequent hiatus and detour from all social media, you’d caught them looking at Stephen a certain way too, always when he wasn’t looking…

‘Homework time, homework time.’ Deciding to give no more thought to it, you instead tossed your bookbag at the foot of the guest room’s bed. Then took a seat crisscross applesauce on the bed, doing some mild sprawling, twisting, and leaning, as you unzipped your bookbag and pulled out some homework that you’re determined to stay ahead of. As well as your pajamas, quietly cursing yourself for forgetting your phone charger.

Then you got into it and everything became background noise.

Time passed and although some assignments are a bit challenging, in the end, you managed to finish everything. Or mostly everything, there was one question that was getting on your nerves, but you may be overthinking it.

Cracking your knuckles idly, you turn your attention to the door after hearing a knock.

A little unnecessarily, but habitual to when you used to spend nights over the house with her and Aunt, Mal announced herself.

“It’s me and I come bearing gifts.”

Shaking your head slightly at her goofiness, you can’t ignore the little growl your stomach let out. “Come in, dumby.”

The door opened, and Mal entered, dressed in simple gray sweat pants and a sports bra, silk bonnet on her head, her choice of sleepwear showed off practically everything, which included her stretch marks and soft tummy, though it was tryna get some muscles, you guessed. “So mean, and here I thought you’d like your usual strawberry shortcake aaaaand,” Placing the paper plate with a thick slice of strawberry shortcake, as promised, on the bedside table, she pulled her other hand from behind her.

And in her hold….

“Mr. Snuffles!” It was with effort that you kept your voice at a reasonable tone but the sight of the first stuffed animal y’all ever worked on together, made you emotional. Normally that was an ew vibe, but this was a different situation.

Tonight was wild and you deserved to be a little mushy.

Just this once.

“I know you gave it to me when I moved out, but since you here, I just thought that, well…”

You didn’t bother listening to the rest of the sentence. You reached out and gingerly grasped the purple squid/squirrel creature, looking into its bulbous yellow eyes, and nostalgia flooded your body. Then you looked at your cousin and placed Mr. Snuffles in a comfortable position in the bed before reaching out, and Malicia automatically followed your move, wrapping her arms around you.

And oh, oh. There it was, there it was. Safety.

That feeling you’d need tonight.

Nothing could hurt you here, with Mal around.

Safety.

You listened to the slow, steady rhythm of their heartbeat.

Safety.

“I missed seein’ yo big-headed butt. You gotta come over more often.” Mal’s voice is strained, you can hear the unasked question in her tone but you don’t answer it. You can’t answer that you’re okay because it’d be a lie and they always made the most disappointed face when you lied to them, but you’re getting there.

Repression had always been easy for you.

“Nah, we’d get really tired of seein’ each other all the time. It’d be like nothing changed.” You tried to assure them though.

Mal sighed and leaned back, gaze roving over your face. Whatever they saw only made the furrow in their brow deepen. “...Some things never have to change and your priority is definitely one of them.”

Uh-oh, incoming feels talk.

“Phylicity. I know you hate to hear it because you think I’m baby’ing you, but I…. You can always count on me, day or night, big or small, I’m on your side. More than my cousin, you’re my little sister, and I love you.”

“....I love you too.” The words are a whisper and your face is on fire, but still. Still, you said it.

Mal sighed softly. “I’m tempted to camp out here wit that air mattress I got,” The horror that flashes across your face makes them laugh and they tap your nose before slowly detangling from your embrace. “But I’ma leave you to your very important college homework shenanigans.” Pointing their finger in your face, they shot you a warning glance as they start to stride for the door again. “No later than 2 am, though, and I will be back to check!”

With that last parting remark, you’re left alone with your thoughts, but this time, you have Mr. Snuffles with you and suddenly, you decide to save that last question for the morning, at a reasonable-ish hour. You strip out of your clothes again for the night and get into your pajamas, then slide underneath the covers, cuddling the stuffie close to you.

Sleep comes easier than it would have originally.

#fic #college craze #misc fics #college craze oc #phylicity carr #college craze fandom #jay college craze #phy x jay #college craze fanfic #college craze imagine #original character #jason choi college craze #original female character #thekrazykeke

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worldbuilder-brainrot · 5 months

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PE AU: Sequels

Movie 2:

While he’s busy with Cotillion, Ben enlists Evie to continue his plans for which kids to bring to Auradon next.

During their picnic date, Ben finds Mal’s spellbook while looking for napkins.

Ben: “Mal?” He wants to give her a chance to explain.

Mal: “I actually threw that in there super last-minute in case it rained or… something…” She finds it hard to lie to him.

Ben: “You said you donated this to the museum.” He’s hurt that she hid it from him. Then, a second thought hits him. “Did you use a spell to make all this?”

Mal: “… Not all of it…”

Ben: “Mal!”

Mal: “I’m sorry, Ben! It’s just been so hard!”

Ben: “That’s why we promised to do this together! But we can’t help each other if we’re keeping secrets and lying to each other!”

Mal: “I know that!”

Ben: “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

Mal: “Because…” She struggles to find words she can admit. “I’m not one of those ‘pretty, pink princesses,’ Ben… I’m not one of those ladies from the Court. I’m a big fake, okay? I’m fake.” She gestures to her hair and outfit. “This is fake.” She gestures to the food. She takes her spellbook and searches for a spell. “Take this feast, this sumptuous meal, return it back to what is real.” All that is left on the table is a partially eaten sandwich. “This is who I really am.”

She storms off, ashamed. Ben reaches out for her, but she brushes him off, so he doesn’t pursue her, but he does search desperately for something to say.

Ben: “Peanut butter and jelly is my favorite!” He immediately regrets speaking at all.

Uma sees them planning festivities on TV, but no news of more VKs in Auradon, and assumes they’ve been forgotten about.

Evie is happy to reunite with Dizzy and says some hinting lines such as, “You never know, coming to Auradon might be more than a dream.”

After Ben arrives at Cotillion with Uma and they’ve “explained” how their “romance” happened, Ben can tell Mal is still upset and feels bad for her.

Ben: “Listen, Mal. I’m really glad it worked out this way. It’s for the best. Perfect even. You’d rather be on the Isle, and I found my queen.” (He subconsciously worries about the stress Auradon’s been putting her under, and thinks back to his pressure to date (Audrey).)

Mal looks like she might try to say something– anything– so Uma interjects.

Uma: “You had to have known you weren’t meant to be together. Or else you would’ve told him you love him, right?”

When Ben fails to calm down “Kraken Uma,” Evie shows her the invitations for the new kids have already been written, but everyone’s just been busy with cotillion (which, yes, she agrees isn’t fair, but no one’s been forgotten). Uma decides to give them a chance to keep their promise, but she also doesn’t want to leave any of her friends behind on The Isle, so she leaves.

[This Ben planned to bring all the VKs to Auradon, and he intends to do it. So, minor changes to fit that.

I changed Ben’s side of the argument in the picnic scene because he’s fully aware of the pressure Mal is under, wouldn’t compare her situation to being king, and feels too guilty about it to bring up The Isle of the Lost.

It bothered me how Ben just went through Mal’s spellbook. For all he knew, she was marking off more things to surprise him with. (It’s fine to do things like that if it gets addressed, or has prior setup to justify it (like, perhaps she usually lets him look through the book, so it’s just habit for him now), but neither is done.)

On the flip side, I definitely couldn’t keep in Mal trying to spell Ben. (He does admonish her in canon, but she was way too comfortable trying to do that. Plus, this Mal has way too much guilt to ever spell Ben again.)

The imaginary book would explain: It’s not “frowned upon” for anyone to not give up magic objects to the museum, but it’s encouraged enough that Mal feels like she’s “supposed to” give up her spellbook and that she’s disappointing Ben for not doing so, so she lies to him. Ben knows the VKs just got magic back (and the spellbook is sentimental to Mal), so he doesn’t mind if she never gives it up, he’s just hurt that she lied to him about it (and concerned that she didn’t feel comfortable telling him the truth).

(Ben not knowing Mal isn’t a natural blonde breaks my suspension of disbelief.)

(The sandwich being partially eaten is a necessary detail to me.)

(I think the way Ben yelled, “PB&J is my favorite!” was funny and would be sad to see it go.)

I believe Mal never said she loves Ben, but she fought her dragon mom for him/his people/his home, so I don’t know what more she’s supposed to do to prove her love. (This isn’t against Ben specifically, it’s just a trope/theme I don’t really like.) “Actions speak louder than words,” except in the face of insecurities, and I don’t see Ben being insecure of Mal’s love for him. Mal, though, is definitely insecure and would think she’s “wrong” for not saying, “I love you,” so I used Uma (who knew because she interrogated Ben about what gets under Mal’s skin after putting him under the spell) to prey on those fears.

The love spell does whatever it has to to keep someone in love with the object of the spell. That might mean rewriting a few memories so they don’t question it, or having them simply ignore old memories/red flags. In Ben’s case, he still remembers being in love with Mal and sees her as a close friend, he just believes he “fell out of love” with her and has now “fallen in love” with Uma. (Although, I wouldn’t put it past Uma to use a few extra spells to keep Ben in check.)]

Movie 3:

The movie begins in Ben’s office, where he and Audrey are sitting on opposite sides of his desk.

Ben: “Audrey, thank you for meeting me here today. I… want to apologize for how I ended our relationship.”

Audrey: “It’s okay, Bennybear. After I heard about what happened with Uma, I just knew that horrible girl spelled you—!”

Ben: “She didn’t spell me.”

Audrey: “But… Then… You were cheating on me!”

Ben: “I wasn’t. Evie and I ended up in a chemistry experiment gone wrong and ended up under a love spell.” It’s the lie he’d told everyone else who didn’t have good intentions for the VKs. “By the time I got out of it, I had already broken up with you and you were with Chad.”

Audrey: “You know I would’ve gotten back together just for you.” Her tone is back to sweet and fluttery.

Ben: “Audrey…” He sighs. “You don’t even like me.”

Audrey: “Of course I do—!”

Ben: “You always protested everything I wanted to do, and even with how we treat people… We don’t agree on much. Wouldn’t you rather be with someone else more like you?”

Her mouth gapes until she stands, fuming.

Audrey: “That witch put you up to this! Didn’t she?!”

Ben: “Audrey—”

Audrey: “I don’t want to hear it! You should’ve just let me think you were a jerk cheater! Why even wait until now to talk to me!?”

Ben: “You left school and went no contact.”

Audrey: “I’ve been back for a few days!”

Ben: “… I… needed to figure out how to break the news to you…”

She can tell he doesn’t mean the breakup.

Audrey: “What news…?”

Ben: “I’m… going to propose to Mal.”

Her eyes blaze, but her voice isn’t raised at all when she speaks.

Audrey: “Never speak to me again.” She storms out.

Once she’s a distance away, Mal slips into the room.

Mal: “I take it she isn’t the diplomatic type…”

Ben just groans into his hands and she goes over to rub his back.

Ben: “… Are you sure you’re okay with a public proposal?” He looks up at her.

Mal: “Well, it’s that or having everyone ask about my new, sparkly ring 24/7. Besides, I haven’t seen the ring yet, so I won’t have to entirely act surprised.”

On yet another announcement day, Celia, Squeaky, and Squirmy are invited to Auradon Prep. By then, about half the VKs are free (some have also moved to other kingdoms).

Uma, Harry, and Gil help thwart Hades’s attempt to break free, but it still scares Mal. She knows it’s not fair to the kids still on The Isle, but she worries that their parents escaping will hurt the kids already in Auradon. She doesn’t decisively end the program, but she confides in Ben that she’s leaning towards it.

Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos, Uma, Harry, Celia, and Ben are chatting while walking away from Fairy Cottage after freeing Chad.

Celia: “Hey, Mal~ I was thinking, after freeing all the VKs, how about freeing some of their parents? Just the good ones, of course. Like my dad~?” She knows it’s a far-fetched hope, but she doesn’t expect Mal to look that guilty.

The way Ben reaches out to Mal, apparently in on her thoughts, doesn’t help anyone’s suspicions.

Uma: “Mal?”

Mal: “I… I don’t know if it’s safe to open the barrier again…”

Celia: “You mean I’ll never see my dad again.” Hurt and anger radiate off her.

Mal: “Celia…” She feels even worse but she knows there’s no sugarcoating her thoughts. “Hades tried to escape, who’s to say someone else won’t? And—”

Celia: “Would you open it if it was the only place safe from Audrey left to go?”

Mal: “What—?”

She swipes Hades’s ember from Mal’s pocket and heads for a nearby birdbath.

Mal: “Celia, no—!”

She tosses it in and storms off, Uma gives Mal a disappointed look then goes after her, and Harry gives Mal a disgusted look before following.

Mal desperately tries to reignite the ember, but she can’t.

Evie: “Mal… Tell me you were about to say you changed your mind.”

Mal: “E, I… Honestly? I don’t know… I guess it doesn’t really matter. I mean, keeping the barrier closed obviously isn’t keeping anyone safe! I just… I have no idea what to do… And now…” She starts crying over the dead ember.

Evie: “Oh, Mal—”

Just then, lightning falls from the sky, turning all her friends to stone.

Elsewhere, Audrey watches the scene through her staff.

Audrey: “Your useless, little ember may have had just enough juice to protect you, Mal, but you won’t survive your fight against me. Especially not once I get my hostage.” She cackles.

After Mal’s song, Uma and Harry find her and tell her Celia was captured.

Uma: “Before we take you to Audrey, just… Why, Mal? Why abandon all the kids on The Isle?”

Mal: “There are Isle kids here too! What if one of their parents escaped and didn’t like how they changed and went after them? Or what if some of the people they met turn on them for what their parent does? Or both! I promised to protect them too, and I… I know it’s not fair. But I really didn’t know what to do.”

Uma quirks up an eyebrow.

Uma: “Sounds like someone’s projecting. But, if you are, you should know that means they’ll be okay. They’ve got friends who have their back and will protect them, just like you have us and we will protect them.”

Mal: “Thank you, Uma. And I know I was wrong now; I’m not leaving anyone behind.”

Harry: “Speaking of, where’s Princey and your crew?”

Mal: “They… They were turned to stone…”

Uma: “Aw, Mal…”

Mal: “It’s okay. Like back at Fairy Cottage, we’re stronger together. We’ll stop Audrey and save them. Now, lead the way.”

After Mal defeats Audrey and knocks her unconscious, Hades is brought from the Isle to save her.

Hades: “When you guys try to destroy the world… it’s an ‘error in judgment.’ But when it’s one of us… ‘lock them up and throw away the key.’” He turns to Adam. “Right, ‘Beast’?”

Mal: “Dad… They’re always willing to forgive. Well– many of them are. But you have to be willing to change. So… are you?”

Hades: “…”

Finally, he raises his hands. The guards hold tighter and Adam flinches.

Hades: “If I’m gonna help, I need my hands.” He rolls his eyes, but smiles a bit when he sees Mal proudly beaming at him.

She turns to look at Ben, who’s happy she gets to have one of her parents back (and considering pushing the extent to which his original plans meant to go), then looks back at the guards as a signal to free her dad.

He still acts macho towards Adam just to be petty (at which, Mal has to call him out), and acts like he’s only doing this because he “has to,” but Mal can tell he’s no longer the villain he was and a part of her wishes he didn’t have to go back to prison. (Then, later combined with seeing her VK friends’ feelings about The Isle, she ends up freeing everyone from the island prison.)

[(I would’ve had Ben talk to Audrey at the beginning of the second movie, but I’m assuming Audrey’s actor was unavailable for that movie, so I wrote around that.)

Ben is used to publicity, but fully aware of how invasive it can be, and after the events of the second movie, he’s even more sensitive to how comfortable Mal is in the public eye. So, he “pre-posed” to find out how she felt about a public proposal. (He didn’t want to spoil the surprise, so he asked Evie first, but she told him Mal would figure it out anyway if she brought it up, so he might as well ask her directly.) And then they later realized they should probably warn Audrey in hopes to avoid a scene in front of everyone. (If Mal didn’t want a public proposal, he would’ve set up some ridiculously grand private evening for them and proposed then (maybe invited their friends for that part).)

More changes in support of “freeing all the VKs was the plan” and keeping consistent with the second movie’s changes. As well as connecting the first movie’s mercy/forgiveness/grace theme with the third movie’s.

I added Audrey reacting to Mal’s friends turning to stone just for a little clarity in why that even happened. (Literally came out of nowhere…)

I like to imagine Hades and Mal have a chat after the movie (perhaps as a mid-credits scene) that goes a little like this:

Hades: “Mal… I know how I acted, but… I missed you every day. I really did think it was for the best, but it wasn’t, at all.”

Mal: “… I understand. Honestly, I almost made a really stupid decision myself… You were really out of line for that song though.”

Hades: “Yeah, yeah.” He huffs, frustrated over his own shame. “… I’m… sorry.” It felt weird to say, but also relieving.

Mal: “… I’m glad to have you back, too.”

(If this were a real script, I wouldn’t write the line to officially make that song diegetic, but that’s the most efficient way of making sure everyone knows specifically what I’m/Mal’s referring to.)]

[So that’s the end of my AU! I think everything else would basically be the same, but if anyone thinks of any inconsistencies, or there are any scenes you’re curious about, feel free to ask me about them.]

Masterlist

#disney #descendants #my fanfics #Princess Evie AU

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Bryce gives a brisk nod as he puts on his gun. "Okay. I'll be back before five, hopefully closer to four. I'll try to cook something edible for dinner, and Kyle will be over at six. I'll see you in a bit."

He wheels Roman over to the door and steps out, waiting to hear the bolts slide in behind him. Then he goes to his meeting at the main house. Boss got in this morning, supposedly.

When he gets there, Mal is nowhere to be seen. Robert brings him up to to Boss's study and leaves him at the closed door.

He knocks. "It's Bryce," he says, "For our two o'clock."

"Come in." Boss's voice is sharp and authoritative, as always. He enters, about to close the door behind him until he sees Mal, standing up to leave. She brushes past him, tears glittering in her eyes, and leaves, shutting the door.

"Sit down," says Boss. "I think we have a lot to discuss."

Roman locks the door behind Bryce when he leaves. And then he's left by himself...

He can't really move from where he is, either. Maybe a little bit, but not really. Therefore, the only thing he can really do is think...

His thoughts wander first to Avery. And to sleep. Where his mind is right now, it's going to be extremely difficult to fall asleep. Even if he tries, he keeps reflexively opening his eyes and waking back up when Avery's corpse inevitably comes to him...

Roman had never seen someone die before... He's... sort of glad he saw Avery's death, though...

A lot of things were said that night...

Roman is fairly confident now that Bryce wasn't actually considering Avery's usefulness and that he really did plan to kill them the entire time. Roman keeps going back to that statement about loyalty, though...

This one's just for fun.

He's not sure what to think about that. He still feels it could have been true...

All that aside, though, the sleeping really is going to become an issue. Roman will probably be fine for a night, maybe two, but he's acutely aware that he is healing. Healing takes energy and rest... He's already exhausted.

What Roman needs is a way to get the image of Avery's body out of his head...

After a while, his thoughts arrive at Lenny.

What would happen to Lenny, in your ideal world?

Roman wishes the question hadn't been asked, but it had. And he can't help but wonder, what would he want to happen to Lenny? Certainly his actions don't equate the same consequences as Avery's. In a way, Roman understands where Lenny was coming from. A place of grief. A place of anger. Roman would have been upset to interact with someone he perceived to be working with Avery too. He's not sure what he would have done to that person if he were in a position to have power over them.

Still, the thing that's most upsetting is that Lenny seemed very ready to hurt Roman even before Avery was brought up...

Should anything happen to Lenny? The more Roman thinks about it, the less he thinks Lenny even needs to face punishment for what he did. It won't happen, but Roman mostly just wishes that he could make it clear to Lenny that he was never working with Avery— wouldn't ever have worked with Avery. He... wants an apology, but not really for Lenny to suffer.

Bryce had said, I'll figure it out on my own.

Roman probably doesn't want to know what's going to happen to Lenny...

He starts taking mental note of all his injuries... All the scars, the missing fingers, broken bones...

Hang on a minute...

Kyle had written all of these down already. He had sent a report to Bryce. Bryce had received the report and got alarmingly upset about something on it...

What was it? Did Bryce say he was planning to go over it with Roman..? He had said something about options, right..? He had probably just forgotten and Roman isn't sure he feels comfortable asking about the report, but he is concerned about it...

#whump #whump roleplay #roleplay #whump rp #rp #roman cates #whumplr reader #whumpee

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hecumsradiation · 3 years

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how I think cookies would react to being asked what their pronouns are

part one? might do more, not quite sure yet

...

gingerbrave:

"my... what? oh! uh, the boy ones?"

he means well, he really does!

he just doesn't really understand what you mean

I imagine him to be totally awestruck as well as confused learning about how there's more than just he she and they

wizard cookie:

"..." * bored sigh * "I'm a boy."

I don't really believe him to be very enthusiastic with pronouns, but respects them nonetheless

despite seeming so against the idea of other cookies trying to be comfortable with their own identities, he would definitely find the "nor/mal" response to be quite annoying

he'd probably get canceled for shitting on neos once or twice :[

strawberry cookie:

"hm...? she/her or... they/them I think...? thanks."

she would silently admire that you would ask her, while embarrassed that she had been asked a question where so much could go wrong

like what if someone overheard and didn't approve? or if she gave the wrong answer? or YOU didn't approve? or if you didn't approve and told others who didn't approve and- * hides in hoodie *

they would overthink it a lot, probably

chili pepper cookie:

"eh? she/her I guess?" * proceeds to steal your coins *

pretty unbothered by the question

isn't opposed to pronouns at all! I imagine her beating up anyone who disrespects ones pronouns

well, at least make sure they regret it in one way or another

custard cookie III:

"urr... I'm your king! hehe!"

he will not understand

though he'll likely be like gingerbrave and at least attempt to learn about all the different pronouns

the last thing he wants to do is upset any of his loyal subjects and friends

#headcanon collection #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run headcanons #gingerbrave #wizard cookie #strawberry cookie #chili pepper cookie #custard cookie iii

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humaudrey · 2 years

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If I Could Make Jane Switch Places With Audrey in D3 (Part 2)...

|Part One|

So finally, Descendants 3, right?

Jane's casually doing magic for everyday things like getting ready for the morning and FG again gives a more stern talking to this time around. Jane runs off crying and Mal comforts her, letting her know that magic isn't necessary and that regulations are set in place for a reason. Jane sees how Mal's getting by without magic or her spellbook after D2 and begins to take her words into consideration.

Then cut to Audrey, seemingly upset with Ben's proposal (but she doesn't shout no this time, but still looks just as pissed). Jane confronts her, and Audrey tells her that her grandmother is "so disappointed" that she isn't the future Queen, all because "Mal had magically stolen him from her" but she's not still hung up on Ben or anything, she just hates that her grandmother is making comparisons.

Jane does everything she can from going all kinds of off when she learns of this. She confronts Mal and Mal's shocked. Audrey interrupts, telling Jane she should just let it go but she can't.

Jane takes Mal's spellbook and Maleficent's scepter (like c'mon, D1 Mal steals FG's wand and now D3 Jane has Maleficent's scepter, that'd be pretty dope) and she heads for Evie's place.

"You got everything you ever wanted and more with magic, now it's my turn!"

Seeing how petty Jane was in D1, instead of turning Mal into an old lady, she turns Mal into a lizard, just like her mother.

But that's not all...

She gives the old lady curse to Evie, and traps Jay inside a lamp, effectively traumatizing all three of them. Carlos is the last to run out of the castle and he braces whatever curse Jane's wanting to cast with while his face crunched close with a few tears dripping down his face. Jane doesn't have the guts to hurt Carlos, of all people, so she magically teleports away elsewhere.

Since Former King Adam made the magic regulation (and since I'm spiteful), she'd target him with the Beast spell and turn her mother into stone (so Ben and Lonnie can help escort Carlos, Celia, old lady!Evie, Jay trapped in the lamp, and lizard!Mal to the Isle for Hades, I guess).

Jane demands she become the queen of Auradon to reclaim it in the name of all fae. Some are a bit hesitant (i.e the three good fairies) but many others from Neverland are behind her which makes her much more threatening.

Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather take Audrey, Chad, Doug, and whatever other students they can find and hide out in their cottage away from Jane.

After several fights against many pissed off fairies who are trying to stop the Core Four, Celia, Ben, Lonnie, and the Sea Three, (like imagine a similar scene to Night Falls by the bridge as they're trying to drive back to Auradon, magic flailing about everywhere) they all run into Jane back in the woods where she seeks Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather to join her ranks. Other fairies arrive to balance the scales so it's quite a battle for the magical members against Jane.

Ben, Lonnie, Harry, and Gil are easily taken care of due to their disadvantage and are the first to be spelled to stone.

Celia and Jay aren't as experienced so they're next but not without taking a few fairies down with them.

Now Mal, Evie, Uma, and Carlos are the only four left. But before anything happens to them, the three good fairies, Audrey, and a reluctant Chad come out of hiding after hearing all the commotion.

Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather slowly approach Jane and uses this moment as an example as what can happen if magic becomes chaotic without some sort of structure. And she seems to believe them until she turns them into stone next.

Mal tries the typical "I understand where you're coming from but..." speech that never works so Jane sees this an opening to attack but Evie gets in the way.

Before Uma and Mal (who at this point are VERY pissed off) can charge at her, Carlos faces Jane while Audrey jumps in front of Mal and Uma. Audrey explains to the two girls that while life on Auradon is obviously a walk in the park compared to the Isle, they have their own hardships too and Audrey knows what it's like to have to live to a certain expectation in a seemingly perfect Utopia.

Throw in some line from Carlos about supporting her and overcoming hardships, Jane breaks down and cries. She, Mal, and Uma change everything back to normal. Jane does community service, the magic regulation is lifted, and since the Isle residents help fight off Jane, the barrier is broken. The end...maybe.

#cleaning out my drafts #disney descendants #descendants 3 #jane descendants #audrey descendants #audrey deserves better #let audrey live #mal bertha

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Our Troublemaker (USWNT x Baby!reader)

Request: uswnt x reader where reader gets into some trouble at a pride event they all go to, when they get back to hotel reader is punished and then fluff and cuddles to end

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @literaryhedgehog for her addition of fluff and mediation of my crazy thoughts. So this universe can be taken several different ways, as i didn’t explicitly define it. Feel free to interpret it in your favorite context. Also, I would totally be down for continuing this universe... Hit me up with Questions, comments or if you just wanna say hi!

You hadn’t meant to start a fight. Well, that was a half-truth. You had totally meant to tell that ignorant ass that he was being a homophobic dishrag. What you hadn’t meant was for him to punch you in the face, and the team to get involved in defending you from his drunk ass. So here you were, being carried over Lindsey’s shoulder back towards your hotel.

You wiggled again in a vain attempt to get her to put you down. “Come on Linds, I can walk,”

“Yeah, you couldn’t be trusted to stand with Mal for 5 seconds on your own, and you might have a concussion,” Alex answered for the blond, and sent you a glare that oozed “try me,”

“I don’t have a concussion, and I couldn’t let him talk to Mal like that,” You pouted up at her raised eyebrow. It was tough considering you were over someone’s shoulder, but you managed.

“Next time you wanna show off for your girlfriend, try not to pick a fight with a guy four times your size,” Kelley laughed, patting your lower back. You frowned. Mal wasn’t your girlfriend. Yet.

“I didn’t think he would hit me,” You grumbled, flopping down, Lindsey gripped your legs harder so she didn’t drop you on your head. That was all you guys needed right now.

“Well he did, so let’s get you back to the hotel trouble,” Alex said, pointing towards the building down the street. Lindsey nodded, swinging you around as she turned and began to walk that way again.

“I’m not trouble,” you complained

“No it just follows you everywhere, and has earned you no ice cream tonight,” Kelley rolled her eyes.

“I’m not Sonnett, ice cream isn’t the love of my life,” you said, trying to act like you weren't pouting. So maybe the team treated some of the youngins like they were a little younger than their age. You all loved it, and you craved the structure it brought to your life.

“Wanna make it for the rest of the week?” Alex asked, with her signature eyebrow arch. You grumbled back a no, along with several inaudible complaints. You knew how creative the woman could be with her punishments and you really didn’t want to test her. Your face hurt and you really just wanted to bury your head under a pillow and scream. You had protected Mal, you shouldn’t be in trouble.

Your pout was strong all the way to the hotel and up the elevator, not wavering at all until Lindsey set you down in the corner of Alex’s room. You tilted your head at the woman in confusion.

“This isn’t my room.”

“No, it’s not. You get 10 minutes in the corner for putting yourself in danger,” Alex said, her arms crossed across her chest.

“I didn’t put myself in danger. I just told that dude to lay off. We were in an outdoor bar, there were plenty of people around. I thought societal convention would trap that dude into not making a scene.”

“No, you got punched in the face and almost had a beer bottle smashed over your head to impress a girl who already has a massive crush on you,” Alex exclaimed.

“She does?” You asked, eyes wide.

“Not the point Y/n,” Kelley shook her head.

“The fact is, you engaged with a drunk homophobe on your own. There are times to engage, and that was not one of them. Now sit!” Alex said, dragging a chair to the corner and pointing at it, “your time out starts now.”

You sat down wordlessly, staring down at your hands. You knew that there was no getting out of this one. One of them had a scrape on the palm from where you had landed on the gravel.

The minutes seemed to drag by, and you fidgeted more and more with every passing second, picking at the cuts on your hands.

There was a knock on the door. “Stay,” Alex commanded, looking at her watch, “you still have two minutes left.” Behind you, you heard someone go to the door and open it.

“I got your text,” Becky’s voice came from the doorway. You slouched in your chair, partially from embarrassment, partially from relief. They hadn’t called the medics. And at least they hadn’t called Carli, she duct-taped an ice pack to you the last time you got a bruise. But still, you hated that more people would know that you had gotten yourself into trouble again. “I brought a first aid kit and an ice pack. Also some duct tape, in case she tries to escape.”

You shook your head, not finding the comment funny. You weren’t going to try and escape, your face was throbbing by this point, and you would rather they took care of you then leave you to fend off Jill and Dawn by yourself.

Alex’s watch beeped three times, signaling the end to your time out. You sighed in relief. Sitting still was never your strongest suit.

“Come sit on the bed, Y/N,” Becky said, pulling Lindsey’s comforter straight and opening up the first aid kit on one side of it. You blinked twice, staring at the spot. You never liked getting fixed by the medics, and Lindsey’s bed looked lonely.

“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.” You looked at Lindsey in confusion, as she started counting. “Three. Two One. That’s it.” Lindsey picked you up and sat down with you on the bed, situating you in her lap.

You started to move and realized she had grabbed your hands and pulled them across your chest, essentially putting you in a human straightjacket.

“Sit still and let Broon make sure you are alright you absolute badger of a human being. You are a great defender, on and off the field Y/n. But it won’t kill you to let someone else take care of you for once.”

You huffed and sunk down in Lindsey’s lap, finally stopping your struggle to get free. It was going to happen whether you wanted it to or not.

Becky shined a flashlight in your eyes and wiped down a cut on your lip with an antiseptic wipe. You winced slightly.

“Hand.”

Lindsey let go of one of your arms so you could put your scraped palm into Becky’s outstretched hand. She wiped it down with gentle strokes, checking to make sure there wasn’t any gravel pieces still in it.

She nodded at Lindsey who released you and pushed you lightly next to her on the bed. Becky stood up from her crouch, slapping her hands on her jeans as she did. She went over to the dresser where she had set a small bag of ice and brought it over to you as Kelley sat down on the other side of you.

Alex picked up the chair you had spent your time out in and placed it in front of you, straddling the back of the chair and leaning on it’s back as she looked at you. “Do you understand why we’re upset with you Y/n?” While she spoke, Becky perched on the bed and folded her hands in her lap.

“Yes, but I wasn’t going to let him hurt Mal,” You mumbled, playing with your fingers. Yes you had been reckless, and probably could have ended up in way worse shape, but you weren’t going to let him disrespect the two of you like that. Her like that.

“Love, we are so proud of you for standing up like that. You shouldn’t have to deal with hatred from strangers for being who you are,” Becky started softly.

“But you are going to have to deal with a lot of it in your life. And we need you to promise you won’t confront someone like that alone.” Alex finished seriously. They would never be able to get the image of little you standing toe to toe with a 6-foot tall man out of their heads.

“There’s a reason we’re called a team. We work together, back each other up. And strength in numbers is usually more convincing to the average asshole bully than a lone ranger. Let us defend you sometimes.” Kelley chimed in, nudging you with her elbow.

“And if you’re alone, walk away. It sucks, but it’s better to live another day than die on your sword. You can't win every battle, and the world is a much better place with you in it,” Lindsey said, squeezing you in a sideways hug.

“Fine, I won’t provoke any more dishrags,” you said, in mock exasperation.

Kelley snorted, and you saw Alex’s lips twitch slightly as she nodded, “Good.” You would always be their troublemaker, but at least they knew you would try. Even if it was only for a little while.

You snuggled deeper into Lindsey and Kelley, smiling as Alex joined Kelley’s side. The room was quiet for a few minutes before you blurt out a sleepy “Do you think Mal will think I’m more badass now that I have a scar?”

Becky laughed, standing to pack away her first aid things. “Oh yes, the most badass. Now if you’ll excuse me cuddle bug, I should get back to my room. I have my own troublemaker to attend to.” She walked to the doorway and paused turning back to you. “One more thing. Y/n? You have to spend the night in here for observation. Doctor’s orders.”

“Those are agreeable terms I guess,” You shrugged. That had been your plan anyway.

“My cuddles are better than just agreeable,” Kelley huffed, bumping your cheek with her nose.

“Of course they are squirrel,” Alex laughed, kissing her temple.

Yes, you were a troublemaker, but you were their troublemaker.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #literalhedgehog

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yayeetsonny · 3 years

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Always tell the truth~ USWNT x Baby Reader

A/N: Hi ya’ll, yes I’m still alive, I’m sorry I went MIA for Idk how many months. My life just got turned upside down and I got a job and I’ve just been so busy. But I’m officially back and will be getting to all the requests I’ve received soon. This wasn’t a request but I got this idea from another fic I read so I hope you enjoy - N

Y/N PRO//

At 18 years old I’ve got so many activities and responsibilities sometimes I wonder how I’m still functioning. I’m a senior in high school, an honor student, a theatre geek and most of all I’m a pro soccer player for the United States Women’s National team. Its amazing, I’m living out my dream of playing the greatest game alongside some of my idols and we’re like one big, goofy dysfunctional family. My parents, while they love me and support me, aren’t around much and aren’t the most attentive. But my teammates make up for it by acting like overprotective, hovering moms whenever we’re together.

I’d just gotten to the facility where we were gathering for our first team training of this camp. I was extremely excited to see my teammates.

I walked into the meeting room quietly and I saw everyone just talking among themselves; they had yet to notice me, so I took full advantage of this. I walked up behind Mal, made a shh gesture to Alex who made eye contact with me and took a deep breath, then I let out an ear piercing yell. Mal and anyone else who hadn’t seen me jumped 10 feet in the air. Poor Mal was in a heap on the floor, clutching her chest while the others were laughing and trying to compose themselves.

“What the- Y/N!”

“That’s me!”

“Hey kiddo! Quite the entrance you made there.”

“I know, I apologize I just couldn’t resist. Sorry Mal.”

I helped her off the floor and wrapped her in a hug.

“You good?” I giggled

“Yeah, you just gave me a heart attack, no big.” She giggled back

I made my rounds, gave and received hugs and hellos and then I went to sit with everyone for the start of the meeting. I rolled up the sleeves of my hoodie and got comfortable since these meetings tend to be long. Alex was on one side of me and Mal was on the other. I didn’t notice the giant bruise on my arm but Alex did.

“Y/N? Where’d you get that bruise?”

“Bruise? What are you talking about?” I say looking at her like she had grown two heads.

“That nasty looking one, where’d you get it?” She said pointing at my arm but not breaking eye contact with me.

I looked at the bruise for a minute, studying it, trying to figure out where it came from. I genuinely couldn’t remember hurting myself or hitting my arm hard enough to leave a bruise

“Oh, uh I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Doesn’t it hurt?”

“No, not really.”

“Okay… are you sure you don’t know where it’s from?

“Yes I’m sure.”

“Okay well if it starts to hurt or gets worse for whatever reason let me know and I’ll get some cream for it.”

I could tell Alex didn’t believe the whole “I don’t know” response but its the truth and she let it drop anyways so whatever.

Mal just looked at me curiously

“What was that about?” She whispered

“Oh nothing, Alex is just being overprotective as usual.” I whispered back

The meeting was long as I predicted but when it was finally over we were sent to change for practice. On the way there I let Mal hop on my back, once she was on and comfortable she yelled

“Onward trusty steed!”

“Your wish is my command!” I said as we both giggled

I carried her all the way there and then gently set her down and went to get changed.

I was talking to Christen whose locker happened to be next to mine and she was telling me about her dogs and how much she misses them, I was beginning to tell her about my dog and how much I miss him when I saw her staring at my arm.

“Hello? Earth to Christen?”

I waved my hand in front of her face trying to get her attention and after a minute it worked.

“Huh? Oh sorry, I don’t mean to stare, it’s just that bruise on your arm looks quite painful, what happened?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I can’t seem to remember.” I said shrugging

“You don’t remember? Are you sure?” She said looking at the bruise and back at me worriedly

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Okay.”

I could tell she too didn’t believe me but I’m not sure what else to say, I can’t just make up some story about what happened. Okay well I could but that would be lying and I’ve always been a terrible liar.

I decided to just forget about those two interactions for the time being and focus on giving my all this camp so that the coaches know I can be trusted to step up when they need me to.

We started out with some warm ups, then did some sprints, passing drills, shooting drills, set piece work, PK practice and to wrap it up like always we had a scrimmage. My team consisted of, Chris, Alyssa, Crystal, Sam and myself, the other team consisted of Alex, Tobin, Ashlyn, Ali and Lindsey.

The scrimmage was pretty normal, a few goals for each side my team unfortunately coming up short by one goal, as the other team celebrated my teammates and I pretended to be upset and pouted about the loss.

“Oh cheer up guys, you’ll get us next time… maybe.” Ash said giggling

“Yeah, yeah. You guys only won because I got distracted by a butterfly on that last play.” Sam said

Everyone just stared at her blankly

“What? It was really pretty! Didn’t you guys see it?”

We all just started cracking up at that. I was able to pull myself together enough to ask the question everyone was thinking

“You-you really got distracted by a butterfly during the game Sammy?”

“Yes, and?”

“It’s just as funny hearing it a second time” I said before laughing again

“You guys are mean.” She pouted

“You love us.” Ali said, reaching up and ruffling Sam’s hair.

After practice the team all got on the bus and went back to the hotel we were staying at. Vlatko booked out a whole floor just for us since he knows how loud we can be and didn’t want to deal with angry neighbors. Not again, after last time. This time I’d be rooming with Ali, we didn’t get put together often but I always enjoy when we do. It helps us bond and I’m always learning new things about her.

I was going to meet them there later however because I had to go see my parents at their request, my dad said something about it being urgent. I got in a team van and went to see them.

After several hours I was finally able to go back to the hotel and be there for the rest of the night. My parent’s seem to have had a change of heart about my career choice, they went on and on about the sudden need for me to join the family business and how my only goal in life should now be to live up to their legacy. I hated every minute of it, I was so ready to get Into my comfortable clothes and head to get something to eat. When I got to the room I’d be sharing with Ali I opened the door to an empty room. She must be with Ash. I thought.

I decided to get changed and see if I could find her. As I was changing I didn’t hear the door open and only knew my roommate had arrived when I heard a gasp

“Y/N… What happened babe?”

“Ali, Hi. What do you mean? Nothing’s happened.”

“ So that big bruise on your arm, the one on your shoulder and the one going all the way down your spine aren’t anything?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“You obviously know what I’m talking about.”

“No I don’t, I only knew about the one on my arm, after Alex pointed it out. Otherwise I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the mirror in the bathroom, spun me around and said

“Those bruises, Y/N, where’d you get them?”

“Oh… I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t, that’s the truth.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and besides, we are soccer players, I probably just got them in practice.”

“Y/N… I’ll ask again, where are those bruises from?”

“I. Don’t. Know.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Fine then, don’t believe me. First Alex, then Christen and now you. This is just great, my teammates think I’m a liar. Well I’m not and I’m telling you the truth.”

I brushed by her and stormed out of the room, now determined to avoid my teammates so they’d stop asking questions and questioning my honesty.

I’m not a liar. I don’t know where I got the bruises, I don’t know why they won’t believe me.

A/N: Okayyyy... sorry for the sort of cliff hanger? I can’t type anymore for now because my wrists hurt too bad. (Work messed them up lol) so this’ll be a two part imagine, sorry!- N

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#USWNT #uswnt fic #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #mal pugh #Alex Morgan #Christen Press #ali krieger #Ashlyn Harris #sam mewis #the whole team will appear

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bordeleaubeau · 3 years

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idk you yet - luke hughes (part one)

wc: 2830

warnings: probably a few curses, i honestly can’t really remember:)

inspired by idk you yet by alexander 23.

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how can you miss someone you’ve never met?

the words forming on luke’s arm startle him at first. there’s a tingling tickle-like feeling as each letter appears, but luke can barely believe his eyes. he was just about to turn seventeen and until that moment he had no sign of his soulmate whatsoever. but now? now he had proof on his arm that his soulmate was out there somewhere. that meant the boys could finally stop teasing him in the locker room about possibly not having a soulmate.

it felt like everyone around luke knew their soulmate was out there. it was such a rare possibility that someone didn’t have a soulmate - if their soulmate passed away, chances are they would too due to the pain from the loss. and, well, luke hadn’t died yet, so that was his only hope of his soulmate being out there.

the initial shock is soon replaced by pure adrenaline. luke can barely pay attention to what ever mrs. clemmens is writing on the board; all he can focus on is writing back to his soulmate. whoever she might be.

i don’t know you yet, but i need you. do you know how long i’ve waited to hear from you?

you’re smiling down at your arm - it was always a game whenever you’d finally be able to contact your soulmate. some were able to as soon as their fifteenth birthday, some couldn’t until their eighteenth. and well, if you hadn’t contacted them by then, there was some bad news to be delivered. but it was all a waiting game. the day you were able to contact them was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, but there was only one catch: your soulmate could be thousands of miles from you.

and what about me with you?

“mr. hughes!”

luke’s attention snaps to the front of the classroom, where the middle aged woman now has her hands on her hips staring at one of her best pupils. luke’s eyes are wide, the color draining from his face as each head of his classmates turn to look at him.

“care to share what’s gotten you so smiley, luke? or will you pay attention to my lesson for at least three seconds?” luke sputters for a few seconds, causing the woman’s eyebrows to spike up in question. “out with it.”

“i’ll, i’ll pay attention, mrs. clemmens.” the brunette finally manages to get out, sinking back in his seat. the color returns to his face, but this time it’s the same shade of red as the apple on mrs. clemmen’s desk. he didn’t want to leave her hanging, but he wasn’t going to risk getting in trouble again. he wasn’t going to out himself for finally finding his soulmate - and being one of the last in his grade to do so.

luke feels his phone vibrate in his sweatshirt pocket, and upon just the right moment he pulls his phone out to see tyler had messaged him.

tyler b: were you finally able to talk to her?

luke isn’t able to respond to tyler in fear that mrs. clemmens will have a few words for him, and surely enough he didn’t need to get into any more trouble with one of his teachers. one more write up and he was going to be benched for an entire month. so against his better judgement, he sticks his hands in his pockets and pays attention to the lesson going on. all while trying to ignore the tickle feeling on his hand.

“i can’t believe you were finally able to talk to him!” mal gushes, her eyes glued to your arm that had a mix of jet black and purple ink scrawled on it. there was game @7 written on your hand in purple ink, along with a star next to it. “how do you think tyler is going to react?”

your heart nearly drops in your chest. tyler. your boyfriend - of almost a year, in fact. in the midst of it all you seemed to of forgotten about him, your mind elsewhere, and it was on your soulmate. your soulmate that wasn’t him.

“i have to tell him, don’t i?” you look up at your best friend, eyes glossier than they had been seconds before. “mal, i dunno, i dunno if i can do that. tyler is- he’s so sweet. he’s gonna be crushed.”

“who’s gonna be crushed?”

speak of the devil.

tyler drops his bag on the floor, sitting down in the seat next to you like he always did in english class. mal notices the slight tension, turning back to face forward in her seat as she waits for class to begin. you take a quick breath, turning to your boyfriend, you grasp both of his hands in yours. “ty, i have to tell you something.”

tyler’s eyes glance down to your wrist, and only the slightest bit is showing from the sleeves of your sweater riding up, but he sees it. the black ink. “anything, y/n.” he clears his throat, pretending like he hadn’t seen anything at all.

“you’re not my soulmate.”

“i know.”

your eyes widen ever so slightly, and you watch as tyler slides up the sleeve of his hoodie. there are a few little sentences scrawled on his skin, ones that were clearly not on yours. you can’t quite find the words to say. your mouth opens and closes a few times before finally, you’re stumped, and you sit back in your seat with your eyebrows furrowed. you let go of his hands, your own falling into your lap.

“how long?” you finally manage to muster out, meeting his regretful eyes. he had reassured you multiple times that he hadn’t heard from his soulmate yet, but you should’ve gone against your better judgement when he was suddenly wearing long sleeves all the time. and it wasn't just for the winter, you now realized.

“about, about three months.” he notices the look on your face, and just like moments before he takes your hands in his. “y/n, just because you aren’t my soulmate doesn’t mean i never loved you. i still do love you. i just-”

“it’s okay, i get it.” you cut him off, pulling your hands away from his. “it’s okay, ty. i just wish you would have told me sooner, that’s all.” your voice trails off to a whisper. tyler grabs your hand once more, and he presses a kiss to the back of it.

“friends?” he asks, and when you nod your head, he presses another kiss to your skin before releasing his hold on your hand. you have to swallow the lump that’s forming in your throat. of course you were upset - you had every reason to be. but you weren’t expecting to be this upset, and you also weren’t expecting tyler to say he already knew the two of you weren’t soulmates.

the english period seems to drag on and on, and after what feels like two hours the bell rings. “walk with me to lunch?” you hear the brunette next to you speak, and you find yourself nodding. “y/n/n, please, talk to me. i hate when you’re mad a me.”

“i’m not mad at you, ty. i promise you that. i just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” tyler gives you a tight lipped smile, and before the two of you can start to walk to the cafeteria, tyler pulls his hoodie off, revealing his inked arm. it’s a pang to the heart, but you know that you’ll get over it eventually. “what’s she like?” you ask quietly, the two of you starting the few minute trek across the school.

“she’s, she’s really nice. she’s pretty, too. i follow her on instagram, actually. her name is gabby.” tyler glances over at you a few times as he speaks, and you can only find yourself to be nodding along to his words. “i know she’s my soulmate and all, y/n, but she isn’t you.”

you stop in your tracks, causing tyler to turn around to look at you. “don’t. don’t say that. she’s your soulmate, and i’m not, for a reason, tyler boucher. don’t say that about her. i’m sure she’s lovely, and she’s everything that i can’t be for you.”

“i’m sorry i just-” tyler cuts himself off with a sigh, going to reach for your hand but he stops halfway. “i wanted it to be you. i thought it was you. and then one day, i had writing on my wrist, and i looked at yours and it wasn’t there. i know that’s supposed to be one of the happiest days of our life, but it was one of the worst for me. because i wanted it to be you, y/n. so bad.”

to say the least, the two of you were pretty much the ‘it’ couple. your entire friend group adored you both, and you were the first girl that the boys allowed over when they all hung out - but only occasionally. it was never an all the time thing, which you understood. but still, you and tyler had been through a lot together for not even being together a year.

“it all happens for a reason,” you say, tears welling up in your eyes as your feet start moving again, and tyler is following after you, quickly matching your pace. “i just, i don’t know, tyler. there’s not much we can do about it and that’s fine.”

“you’re right.” the brunette mumbles, head hanging in despair as you walked down the steps to go into the cafeteria. the rest of the walk between the two of you is silent, but a comfortable one.

the lunch table you, tyler, all of the boys, mal, and a few other girls came into view. and as soon as they realized tyler wasn’t wearing his sweatshirt and his arms were fully exposed, along with the pen ink and the looks on your faces, they all knew. they knew that you finally knew.

the conversations going on didn’t completely stop, but they quieted down for a few brief moments when you and tyler took your usual seats. you try to avoid the eyes of your friends, but it’s nearly impossible. your eyes catch luke’s, and he’s giving you the puppy dog eyes from the other side of the table.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly, and all you can do is shake your head ever so slightly. “oh, y/n.”

luke wants to reach across the table and grab your hands, but he wants to save himself from the teasing he’s sure he would get from the boys if they saw the girly handwriting on the back of his hand. “i’ll be alright, lu. promise.” you give him a reassuring smile, but of course he doesn’t believe it. not in the slightest.

“are you still gonna come to our game tonight?” tyler asks quietly from your right side, and when you turn to look at him he’s already looking down at you. if this was yesterday, you would’ve leaned up the three inches and kissed him.

“of course i’m gonna.” you say, eyes glancing down to his lips but you quickly turn away to look down at your hands. “there’s no where else i’d rather be, ty. besides, luke is still my best friend and i still have to support him.”

luke sends you a smile from across the table, one that makes you smile right back at him. for majority of the lunch period, everyone leaves you alone to wallow in your own sadness. even luke couldn’t cheer you up, and that was something. you know you shouldn’t be this upset - this happened to like, every couple that dated before finding their soulmate. but for some reason you thought you and tyler were the exception.

another period drags on, and after what feels like forever you find yourself getting up from your designated lunch spot. luke stands, waiting for you to walk to the other side of the table so the two of you can go to art class together. “see you boys tonight,” you call over your shoulder, tearing your eyes away from tyler, and walking away hearing the boys responding saying they’ll see you later that night.

“rant. cry. do whatever you have to do.” luke says, glancing over at his best friend that looks like she could burst into tears at any moment. luke had been waiting all day to tell you that he had finally heard from his soulmate - but as soon as he saw the look on your face he held back. he didn’t want to rub it in when you had just found out about tyler. the biggest secret he had ever kept from you.

“i just,” you purse your lips, eyes locked straight forward to avoid looking at him. “i just wish he would’ve told me. the last few months of our relationship feel like a complete lie.”

“y/n, tyler absolutely adored you. he still adores you. he never even stopped. and i can tell you for a fact that he still loves you. he’s always talking about you - he was talking about you when we were in second period today!” luke exclaims, and finally you look over at him. “i can promise you, y/n, it was not a lie, it never was.”

you can only shake your head, bottom lip between your teeth as the tears well up in your eyes. “it was supposed to be him, lu. ty and i have talked about our entire future together because we swore we were gonna end up being soulmates.”

“maybe you are soulmates,” luke says, holding open the door of the art room for you. “it’s just, not in the way you’d prefer. ty and you are soulmates, but just not romantically. do you get what i’m saying?”

“i guess.” you sigh, luke following into the classroom after you walk in. his heart yearns for you - he wants to lift up his sleeve and show you the purple ink, but he can’t bring himself to do that.

later that night you find yourself getting ready for tyler and luke’s game, trying to decide between the 13 or the 6 jersey - jerseys the two boys had fought numerous times over which one you would wear. once tyler found out luke had given you one of his old jerseys he had outgrown, he was immediately giving you one of his as well. that was even before you and tyler were dating - he always had the biggest crush on you.

which was why he was sitting in his stall, head in his hands wondering where he had went wrong.

“ty, buddy, what’s going on?” dylan asks, noticing the brunette that has his head hung. immediately, tyler lifts his head and dylan’s eyes widen. “you look like shit, dude.”

“i feel like shit,” tyler grumbles, slowly moving to tie the laces of his skates that he always saved until the very end of gearing up. he catches a glimpse of the ink on his arm and he grimaces, wishing he could just wiped away at his skin and everything would disappear. that everything would be okay.

luke catches the eyes of his best friend and he frowns seeing the hurt in his eyes. “are you still upset about y/n?” he asks cautiously, fingers working at his laces, eyes barely glancing back up to tyler.

“yeah, i am actually. i know i don’t really have a right to be upset and all, but it still feels wrong. we went through a lot together, it just doesn’t feel real that we aren’t really soulmates. that the . girl i was practically in love with since i got here isn’t my soulmate.” tyler shakes his head as he spills his feelings for the day out. he couldn’t wait until he got to step onto the ice and forget about the day’s events.

until he saw you sitting in your normal seat, and instead of the number 13 jersey, you were wearing the one with the 6, and the seven letter last name on the back was now one letter shorter.

“oh fuck me,” tyler grumbles, and you’d be lying if you said your heart strings didn’t tug seeing him step out onto the ice. if the two of you had only been dating for two months rather than almost a year, maybe you would’ve felt different about the situation. but that was tyler. your tyler. or rather, gabby’s tyler now.

“y/n?” bella asks from besides you, trying to tear your sad eyes away from the brunette. when you finally do and look over at one of your best friends, she sees your teary eyes and her face softens. “oh, y/n/n. you’re taking this hard, aren’t you?”

“i don’t want my soulmate if it isn’t tyler.”

#luke hughes #jack hughes #tyler boucher #ntdp #usntdp #hockey #fuck the NHL #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl fic

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perfectly-imperfect82 · 3 years

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Tobin's sister

We had just finished our mini scrimmage and coach was letting us out early since a part of the team was away training for the friendly of England and USA this coming.

I couldn't wait to see Tobin play. It's been a few months since I've seen her, since coming to Arsenal to play.

"What is a few of the USWNT doing here?" Jill asked looking behind me causing me to turn around quickly

"Checking out the field for tomorrow maybe" Viv said

I scanned the group for one particular person.

When I meet their eyes I could see, she had a wide smile on her face as I took off running towards her

"Toby!" Yelled as I jumped into her waiting arms, taking in her comforting scent that I missed

"Wait, you know her? The 16 year old, upcoming star in soccer and you didn't say anything. What is wrong with you?" Megan asked looking at Tobin like she is crazy as I moved from Tobin arms and blushed as I looked at Tobin to see she how she would address this

We had all agreed to keep me being her sister a secret for the beginning of my soccer career, in fear of media and everyone thinking I got my spot for being Tobin sister.

This include everyone on our teams beside Tobin's girlfriend Christen and Viktoria who was my guardian here.

"You never asked" Tobin casually said as several teammates looked at Tobin in disbelief as you rolled your eyes at her.

"Hey Chris"I said giving her a small wave which she just smiled fondly at before pulling me into a gentle hug

"You know her too?" Emily asked shocked again

"Yes, I know her" Christen said as she moved to stand next to Tobin

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked confused as I looked at all the player infront of me

"To play against England" Kelley said

"No, like in the stadium right now?" I asked looking a Tobin for an answer since I felt uncomfortable with all her teams just staring at me

"Well Christen and I wanted to see you and the rest just followed" Tobin said

"And attempt to convince you to play with us" Emily added causing my eyes to widen in shock that they knew as I glanced at Tobin who was glaring at Emily

"Ahh, so you guys all know I can play for England and America" I said awkwardly as I rubbed the back of my neck

"And we are here to make sure you pick the right team" Kelley said with a smirk

"It's her own choice" Tobin said appearing next to me wrapping her arm around my shoulder, probably sensing my discomfort.

The whole decision was stressing me out recently because I didn't want to choose the wrong team or disappoint people.

"Want to come hang out at the hotel with Christen and I. We can watch a movie and catch up on everything" Tobin said

"Sure, I just have to go shower and let Viktoria know. Text me your hotel and I'll have her drop me off" I said as she nodded I went to go join my teammates that were still on the field.

I ran over and jumped on Viv's back

"(Y/n)" she said gripping me to keep me from falling off

"So what are they doing here?" Jill asked looking at me

"Wouldn't you like to know" I said with a smirk

"VIKTORIA, YOUR CHILD IS BEING MEAN" Viv yelled as she dropped me and I stumbled on me feet catching myself

"I'm not" I said as Viktoria wrapped a arm around me and pulling me into her

"I'm sure she is" she said with a playful smile before looking down at me

"I'm assuming you are going to go and hang out them?" She asked looking down at me as I nodded

"You know them?" Jill asked and I just nodded with a smirk before taking off to the shower, turning back really quickly to get another look at the USWNT team. I saw Tobin had an express that I couldn't read before giving a smile. ———————————————-

Viktoria and I had just arrived at the hotel that Tobin is staying at.

"Let me know if I'm picking you up tonight or in the morning. Don't forget, we have our run in the morning" Viktoria said as I nodded my head to let her know I understood as I saw Tobin walk our the entrance

"Goodbye!" I said as I quickly grabbed her Austrian team jacket with a smirk before taking off to Tobin while throwing it on.

"Hey Toby!" I said as with huge smile, happy to see her and I watched as her face changed from the face I couldn't read earlier to a smile

"Come on, Christen is waiting on us. We picked up food from the restaurant you are always telling us about" Tobin said as we made our way up to their room.

I walked into the room and I instantly smelt the food and rushed in quicker causing the two adults to laugh

"You act like you haven't ate in days" Christen said with a fond smile

"I don't get to eat this often. Viktoria doesn't like eating out often" I said as Christen handed me a plate which I happily took

"Why don't we invited the team over for the movie" Tobin said quickly which confused me. I thought she had wanted it to be us

"Okay" I said as I watch Christen try to catch Tobin eye, which I decided to ignore as I focused on the food.

Within minutes they were here, filling all the available spots in the room. I moved to sit closer to Tobin but saw she was taking a seat next to Christen on the edge of the bed.

Well that's weird, i thought as she didn't even look my way.

The next thing I knew, I pulled to ground and in between Emily and Mal.

"Time to get to know our potential teammate" Emily said with a smirk

"Be quiet sonny, the movie is starting" Alex said as Emily rolled her eyes.

We sat quickly for a while, watching the movie. Honestly it was kinda boring as I was starting to fall asleep when I felt someone nudge me.

"Wait, why are you wearing an Austrian team jacket. We aren't also competing with them are we?" Mal asked looking at me confused

"Or is it a special friend?" Emily said with a wink

"I thought we told you guys to be quiet" I heard as a pillows hit Emily causing her to grab it and start attacking Lindsey

"I guess we don't want to watch a movie" Ali said turning of the movie

"So are we also completing with another team?" Mal asked grabbing at the sweatshirt

"No, it's just us and England." Tobin said with a dull voice before going her phone and it looking up, which kinda hurt but I quickly ignored it as Emily spoke

"So it is a special friend"

"Not like that no, she is my teammate and guardian here" I said as Emily pouted

"Boring" Megan booed while I just rolled eyes

"All of her team are to old for her, she is a baby" Ali said

"I'm not a baby" I tried fight back but stopped when she gave me a really look "okay, maybe I am" causing everyone to laugh as I blushed.

"Well since you haven't decided which national team to play for. Do you know what you are doing when you contract ends when your 18? Are you going to come to NWSL since you are eligible then?" Alex said

"I don't know, I might just say in Europe. I mean Ill be the drinking age here. I'll still have a few year in the states" I said with a laugh before I felt Tobin glare on me, finally looking up from her phone."I'm kidding, I just really like my teammates and atmosphere here" I said with a laugh, trying to not feel uncomfortable and hurt by her glare. She never seriously glares at me.

"I like you, you better choice USA. You can become Frat Daddy the Third" Kelley said sharing a smirk with Emily who was nodding.

"That would mean I would have to chose USA" I said with a smirk

"Great way to go down the path you said you wouldn't do" Tobin said as I stared at her in shock and everyone picking up on the tense between us two as they stared awkwardly between. Not knowing our relationship not helping.

While Christen looked shocked at what she was referring to, also knowing that my birth dad wasn't in my life due to being a drunk.

"It was nice to meet you guys. I think I'm going to call it a night, I have early training in the morning. I'll see you guys at the game." I say awkwardly, leaving before anyone could stop me. Quickly pulling out my phone to text Victoria to come get me.

I made it out to the front of the hotel when I felt someone grab my shoulder to stop me. I turned around to see Tobin standing there and I could tell the guilt was already getting to her.

I glared at her waiting for her to talk, wishing Viktoria would hurry up.

"I should have never said that. That was a low blow on my half. I'm sorry" she said as she shuffled her feet.

"What's you problem? You've been act weird and mean all night" I asked with venom in my voice, irritated at the way Tobin was acting

"It's nothing" Tobin said which only made me more irritated

"I've known you since I was little. I can read you, just like you can read me" I said holding glaring at her with my arms crossed.

"I'm your sister, not them!" Tobin said running her hand through her hair and I realized what was going, she is jealous of my relationship with my team.

I let a out sigh "Tobin, I'm close to them because they are my teammates. Then I live with Viktoria, so of course I'll be really close to her. That doesn't change our relationship. Your my family, you know me better than any of them. You can tell when I'm upset, annoyed, happy, even when I'm doing my best to hide it. you know exactly how to handle me. They don't. None of those relationships can even compare to ours" I said looking at her and hoping that helps ease her

I watched her relax at my words and saw the guilty express cross her face

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted this way. Let me make it up to you" as she opened her arms for a hug, which I heisted before returned. Relax in to the arms that I've trusted since I was little. Happy that we can go back to normal for the remainder of her trip.

"By the way, I've made my decision" I said with a smile as I looked up at her and she quickly pulled back to look at me as I smiled

"Well?" she said looking at me

"The suspense is killing me!" I heard causing me to turn around to see the team glaring at Emily who was blushing as I laughed

"I'm going to play with you" I said with a smile as I watched it register on her face before picking me up and spinning me around as I laughed

"Now that we know that, you two have some explaining to do" Megan said with sass but a smile on her face

"like how you two are siblings and we didn't know?" Kelley asked with her arms crossed over her chest. Causing me and Tobin to laugh as she pulled me closer to her

"I love you kid" Tobin said kissing the top of my head as I just smiled up at her.

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champagne problems, ch.11

Spencer is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Chapter Eleven: I Know It’s Over: Things get a little more clearer as you deal with the pain Spencer caused. A/N: chapter is titled after this song if you want to listen while reading. Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: swearing, heartbreak, unrequited / unreciprocated love, jealousy, talk of breakup/s, mentions of alcohol consumption / intoxication, serious serious angst, this whole series is a real slow burn.

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A/N: everyone go thank @ellesgreenaway for getting me out of my writing rut just in time to get this chapter done! and as always, i wanted to reiterate how fucking grateful i am that y'all are reading, and liking, this little story! it means the world to me! also, i didn't reread this so there may some mistakes ill fix later, sorry!!

People love weekends. They’re like a mini holiday. A break from the tedious and repetitive cycle that is Monday to Friday. Weekends are time spent away from the office, your profession and whatever that entails. They are time spent away from completing menial tasks. A break.

Saturdays and Sundays help regain all of the lost energy. When people get caught up in everyday life, weekends remind them to enjoy the simple things. They gives the opportunity to try new things, visit family and friends, or allow to simply spend some time alone. People love weekends.

Your weekend however, was an utter blur.

Aiding a killer hangover on Saturday, you opted to spend the day in bed. A plastic bucket within your reach and a bottle of water on the side table. You slept a lot. Partially to ease the headache, but mainly to ease the pain you were experiencing in your chest. The heartache.

The only thing you could remember from the night before was Spencer completely shattering your hopes and dreams, and the first six shots of tequila you took after at a nearby bar. You weren't entirely sure how you got home; the next morning Ethan clarified he picked you up after the bartender rang him using your phone. Not one of your proudest moments.

Your lack of motivation carried onto Sunday. The grief you were experiencing was not unfamiliar, after all Spencer’s broken up with you before. Although this time the agony that accompanied it felt a lot more intense. You couldn't move, or eat, or even shower. You were frozen. Stuck to the bed as if it was your only lifeline.

Thankfully Ethan was working both days. In your eyes, he was too preoccupied to notice something was wrong. Unbeknown to you however, he knew exactly the reason behind your melancholy.

The weekend soon ended, almost as soon as it began. Monday morning rolled around and with it the encouragement to get out of bed. Not like you wanted to. If you had it your way, you would never leave the comfort and safety of your duvet again. You knew however, you couldn't stay home without at least some of your colleagues questioning your absence, asking what was wrong. No. It was time to face reality.

Time to face Spencer.

The brunette doctor was sat at his desk. He arrived to work today earlier than usual, about four hours early to be exact. He made his usual cup of coffee and since then he hasn't moved an inch, just staring silently at his phone.

It wasn't something he done often, honestly he only carried the thing around for work purposes. But something happened that he couldn't quite get over.

On Saturday morning, Spencer woke up to a message left on his voicemail. A message from you.

At first it was hard to decipher what you were saying, or rather what you were mumbling. Between the drunken hiccups, slurred speech, and obnoxious background noise, Spencer initially thought it was a butt dial. It must have been, right? He was after breaking your heart for a second time, why would you leave him a voicemail?

However, hearing your melodic tone just saying his name, prompted Spencer to listen to the message again. It was then he really heard the distorted words coming out of your mouth.

“Spencerrrrrr, I uh I don't believe yo-ou. I know-w in uh my hearrrt-t you d-didn't mean it.” Hiccup. “P...p-please let’ssss forgetuh abo-ut it.” Hiccup. “I-I love youh-uh anddd I kno-ow you love meeee. I jussst kno-w.” Hiccup. “I-I me-an you uh couldn't-t even look me-e in the eye when you sss-said it.... please-e S-Spencer-”

The message cuts off and he’s left dumbfounded.

Blood drained from his face. The voicemail registered in his brain and he suddenly felt dizzy. Nauseous even. His hands began to tremble in his lap, and he swore if he wasn't sitting down he would have fainted.

By Monday, Spencer had listened to the voicemail a painstakingly two-hundred and eleven times. He had it memorised, and yet he kept playing it over and over again just to hear your voice.

As he sat at his desk, waiting for his colleagues to arrive, he wondered whether you remembered sending it. Truthfully, he hoped you didn't. It would be easier to move on that way - as if moving on from you was an option.

The glass door opened and he heard a faint sound of footsteps walk across the bullpen. Footsteps Spencer would honestly recognise anywhere. Taking in a deep breath, he glanced up from his phone and slightly turned his head, his gaze landing on you.

The air caught in Spencer’s throat, the voicemail instantly replaying in his head.

He wondered what you were thinking. Simply by looking at you he could tell you were in pain. Pain he caused, and he hated himself for it. Having spent countless hours over Saturday and Sunday rethinking the situation, he knew he made a mistake. He should have never given into Ethan’s smug demands. And even if, he should have told you what happened. Leave the choice up to you, as it was in the first place.

It was too late now to fix this, Spencer knew even if you remembered sending the voicemail you wouldn't listen to what he had to say anyway. Selfishly, he wanted you to look at him. He wanted to gaze into your eyes as the drunken message replayed in his mind yet again.

And although you could feel his eyes on you, you couldn't bring yourself to meet his stare. No. The heartache would only intensify. This was a mistake. You should have stayed home. With a blank expression, you placed your bag on your desk and hurried in the direction of the office kitchenette.

Spencer on the other hand followed you with his gaze. Every fibre of his being screamed to follow you, to talk to you. But he was completely frozen and remained glued to his own chair. Once again, a true display of cowardliness.

By lunch time, the whole team picked up on the odd dynamic between you and the handsome doctor. Two people that spent every waking moment together were no longer speaking to one another. It didn't take a profiler to see something was wrong.

You hid in Penelope’s lair with the bubbly blonde and Tara. Enjoying a couple minutes of peace away from the prying eyes of everyone you worked with, most importantly however, away from Spencer.

“So chicken, are you going to tell us what’s wrong?” Garcia enquired, taking a mouthful of her lunch. “Because a blindman could see something is off, and don't you dare telling me I’m delusional or something.”

“Penelope is right, Y/N. Last time you were this silent and upset was when Spencer was in prison.”

You let out a deep sigh at the sound of his name. It was no use hiding your feelings from them, they would figure it out eventually. Plus these were the people you trusted more than anything in the world. If you couldn't tell them, then who could you tell what was going on?

“It’s something similar.” You mumbled, avoiding their gaze. “Just much much worse this time...”

“Well whatever it is, you can tell us. We’re here for you.” Penelope chimed, and reached out her hand to grab yours. She gave it a gentle squeeze and shot you a reassuring smile.

“Yes, exactly. We will support you through anything, you know that.” Tara added nodding along.

You sniffled. What were becoming all too familiar tears formed in the corners of your eyes, and you knew you would break down at any given second. Taking in a long breath, you began to tell the two girls everything that’s happened since your engagement. They listened attentively, never turning their attention away from you. As they listened, they both held your hands and took turns whispering ‘it’s okay’ or ‘take your time’.

“I’m going to kill our resident genius. He won't know what’s coming.” Penelope murmured after you finished in an attempt to lighten the mood. The corners of your lips twitched ever so slightly upwards as you wiped the tears away from your face.

“What are you going to do?” Tara asked after a congenial moment of silence.

“Ehm...” You cleared your throat. “S-Spencer wants nothing to do with me, but uhm... I after everything I c-can’t, I just can't be with Ethan. I can’t-t.”

The girls both nodded their heads, and even though they understood exactly what you meant by what you were saying, you still felt like you had to say the words aloud. For your own sake.

“So, uhm, I-I’m going to break up with Ethan. I-I’m going to end the engagement.” You stated, and even though your heart still ached, you felt as if a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. You felt free.

And I know it's over - still I cling I don't know where else I can go

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