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Big Reputation II Jenni Hermoso x Madrid!Reader
Masterlist I Word count: 3456
A/N: We hope you like this oneshot because it turned out quite long and we worked on it from time to time. As for the ones who requested fanfics with other players, don't worry, we're working on them, an Arsenal player will come next. ❤️
warnings: brief mentioning of injuries
31 January 2021
FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 4 :1
Goal scorers: Putellas (14), Hermoso (23), Oshoala (37, 70), Olga (81 p.)
With an amused smirk on her face Alexia Putellas put an arm around her friend’s shoulder:” Who are you looking at Jenni?” “No one.”, Jenni Hermoso replied, trying to hide the fact that the question of the midfielder caught her off guard as she was looking at a Real Madrid playing from afar. Another fellow teammate Irene Paredes who knew her all too well intervened laughing:” Lies.”
“Just checking out the opponent.”, the black-haired woman brushed it off smiling confidently. Unconvinced Alexia teased her: “Oh sure, miss professional.” “What?!”, Jenni pretended to be shocked. The defender nodded:” You’re checking her out, right Ale?” “Yeah, she is.”, the younger player agreed. “Excuse me, chicas?”, the striker acted outraged. Seeing her friend having such an obvious crush on the opponent was very entertaining for Alexia who winked at her:” You’re excused. She’s kinda pretty.” “Thanks.”, Jenni answered, running through her hair with one hand.
Loosing the first league El Clásico at home in Madrid with 4:0 made you even more hungry to challenge the Barcelona Women’s team now, especially because as a defender the received goals hurt you a lot. Without a question your motivation on this cold January was very high, nothing was better than revenge in the sport you loved. Meanwhile Ivana Andrés brought you back to the present moment, wiggling her eyebrows:” You’re being watched.” “By whom?”, surprised you turned your head to follow her gaze which was directed at the Barca players on the other side of the pitch.
Spotting them you shrugged it off:” Oh, I won’t make it easy for Jenni that’s for sure.” “Don’t worry, if she keeps staring at you during the game, you’ve got nothing to do.”, Olga Carmona commented grinning. Excited the older woman with the dark curls added:” Who knew you’d be our secret weapon?” “Girls.”, you blushed deeply, knowing full well that the other team was highly favoured, and you needed more than that to take them out of their game.
A loud sigh escaped Olga’s lips:” Okay, fine. We’ll see how the game’s going.” “Let’s win this.”, you brought back some optimism. Satisfied with the remark the youngest defender of the three of you said: “Please.”
That the game did not start well for your team was an understatement, you were starting to swim when Alexia scored in the 14th minute. Still, you tried to hold your teammates together:” Held your head high girls, we still have enough time to turn that game around.”
The chance to score the equalizer was presented to the Real Madrid team through a corner kick. While Olga was getting ready to shoot, you were positioning yourself in the penalty area. A flirty voice which you knew belonged to Jenni whispered into your ear: “Hey, pretty girl.”
You didn’t even have to turn around. Jennis body pressed against your back to prevent you from having too much space. A lazy smirk appeared on your face; “If that’s your way to distract defenders, it won’t be working.“ “It won’t?“, she whispered, her lips close to your ear but your eyes stayed focused on Olga, who was taking a few steps back and kicked the ball.
You ran a few steps, leaving Jenni standing and jumped up but the ball was too high. It barely grazed the top of your head and bounced down in front of a Barcelona defender who kicked the ball wide. As you sprinted back to get into your position, you passed Jenni who winked at you; “Or maybe it did work.“ You shook your head in annoyance. Alexia bumped her shoulder to Jennis, nodding into your direction; “What did you say to her?“ “Oh, nothing important.“
You conceded the second goal barely ten minutes later. Your slide tackle came too late, Jennis ball already hit the back of the net. You were cursing under your breath while you got up from the grass. Ivana appeared next to you, patting your back; “Head up.“ “But…“ She gave a you a quick head shake that made you shut up instantly; “It’s okay. It happens.“ “Alright. The game is not over yet.“, you nodded determinedly after a deep breath. Olga smiled weakly; “That’s what we want to hear.“
To your disappointment, the game ended with a 4:1. You grimaced while the final whistle blew and the Barcelona players ran towards each other, celebrating their win. You tried to ignore them while you made your way across the pitch to your tired and upset teammates and didn’t realise that Jenni had left her team. “Jenni, where are you going? We want to celebrate with the fans.“, Mapi called her back. The striker waved her back; “Go ahead. I’ll be with you in a minute.“
She followed you to the other side of the pitch where you pulled up Olga from the turf; “Olga, don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re young and we’ll learn from that. Next time it’ll be better. Promise.“ The other player nodded silently and was pulled into a hug by Ivana. You turned around and found yourself face to face with Jenni; “You.“ “Yes, hi. Good game.“, she smiled at you. You wrinkled your nose in response; “Thanks but you don’t have to lie.“ “I don’t.“ “So, why are you not celebrating with your team?“, you asked, getting slightly annoyed. Jenni shrugged; “I was going to. I just wanted to tell you that.“
“Don’t you want to have her number too? Or her jersey?“, Olga piped up with a laugh. “Olga!“, you scolded her. But Jenni gave her an appreciative smiled; “Actually a good idea. I’d like both.“ “You’re even more greedy than I thought, Hermoso.“, you rolled your eyes. Unimpressed, Jenni looked at you; “Will you give it to me now?“ “Yes, if you give me yours in return.“ “Fair, enough.“, she laughed, pulling her jersey over her head.
“Because it’s getting really cold.“, you added, handing her your own shirt. Jenni laughed; “Oh, please. Here you go.“ “Thank you.“ Olga provided you with a piece of paper and a pen so that you could note down your phone number. You shoved the note into Jennis hand and pushed her away with a grin; “Now go back to your teammates!“ “On my way.“, she winked at you before disappearing between the other Barcelona players.
In December you were supposed to play again against Barcelona. After your match in January Jenni and you became a couple. During the phone call with your now girlfriend, she asked you what you wished for this Christmas you both were supposed to celebrate in Madrid. A soft chuckle escaped your lips:” What I want for Christmas, mi amor? A win against your team of course.”
“Something more realistic, please.”, the tattooed Spanish woman laughed. Playfully dramatic you gasped for air: “More realistic?” “Like a unicorn or a dragon. I can make that happen. But not a win against us.”, with your eyes closed you could see her shaking her head. “Rude.”, you huffed.
Softly Jenni replied: “It’s true though.” “See you there.”, you answered. Cheerfully she chirmed:” Good luck.” “Not to you.”, you teased her. You could imagine the dark-haired woman grimacing:” Thanks. Appreciate it.”
You both ended your call with how much you loved each other while you could see your neighbours putting up their fairy lights on their terrace bringing light into the darkness. Maybe that beam of light shone Madrid to a win against their rival.
12 December 2021
Real Madrid Femenino vs. FCB Femení 1 :3
Goal scorers: Martens (8, 23), Paredes (18), Asllani (52)
Sadly, your hopeful dreams were quickly trampled on by Lieke Martens who shot two goals quickly, so did Irene Paredes. In the second half Kosovare Asllani scored but that did not change that Real Madrid lost once again against Barcelona.
The defeat was audible in your voice as you turned your back to Jenni:” No, leave me alone, Jenni.” “Oh, come on.”, the forward tried to console you. Cooly Olga intervened:” Go.” “Calm down! Not my fault that you lost.”, the Barcelona player shouted furiously. “No, but it’s no fun, let me tell you that.”, you muttered. Surprised you looked up to your girlfriend who handed you a small gift:” It’s still 12 days to go until Christmas.” “Yeah, I know. Maybe it cheers you up.”, Jenni shrugged her shoulders. Carefully you touched the bow holding the small package together:” Do you want me to open it right now?” “Whenever you want.”
Swiftly you opened the present:” A key?” “Not just any key.”, the forward explained seriously. Rolling her eyes Olga commented drily:” If you’re saying that this is the key to your heart I’m going to vomit.” That was the moment Ivana dragged the younger defender away from you. In an honest tone your girlfriend said smirking: “I’m not that romantic.” “It’s to your place.”, you realized.
Clearing her throat, she nodded: “It’s.” “You trust me that much?”, you asked moved. Warmly the older woman giggled: “I do trust you that you won’t come into my house and steal all my stuff.” “Yeah, I won’t do that.”, you admitted with an amused smile on your lips.
Uncharacteristically nervous Jenni went through her hair with one hand: “You can choose when you want to come or leave that way.” “Sorry, I was so harsh to you earlier.”, you apologized. Earnestly she looked at you: “It’s okay. You’ve got your key now. If you need to be alone, that’s fine but if you want to come to my place, you know how.” “I appreciate it.”, you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Hopefulness bloomed in your girlfriend’s face: “I’ll see you later. Or maybe not.”
Jenni was at her place when you used the key to her door for the first time. “Hi.“, you said quietly. Jenni looked up; “Oh, hi.“ “You said I could come, so…“, you started. Jenni smiled; “Yes, of course. Don’t stand in the door. Come in.“ You slipped in and let the door fall closed behind you; “I’m coming.“ You followed your girlfriend into her kitchen. Jenni looked at you thoroughly; “Sorry about earlier.“ “No, you said a win was not realistic.“, you shook your head.
Your girlfriends eyebrows knotted together; “I was joking. Anything can happen in football.“ “That’s true. I still believe this club could challenge yours one day…“, you thought out loud. “I’m sure you will. Real Madrid’s womens team is still young.“ With a sigh, you sat down at her kitchen table; “Right… Is it okay if we don’t talk about the game tonight?“ “Of course.“ Jenni sat down with you. “Thanks.“
As promised, Jenni changed the topic effortlessly; “Did you have dinner yet?“ “No, what about you?“, you replied. The striker shook her head; “I was about to order something but I couldn’t decide. Do you want to pick?“ A smile spread across your face; “From our usual place?“ “Sure.“
13 March 2022
FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 5:0
Goal scorers: Putellas (41, 43), Guijarro (60), Peter (65 o.g.), Hermoso (82)
The next El Clasicó was played in March. Barcelona once again didn’t make it easy for Real Madrid. In the 60th minute, you had the chance to break through. You made a run for the ball but as you turned, you could feel a pop and a sharp pain in your knee. You immediately went down while the ball rolled out of play.
Alexia dragged on Jennis jersey who quickly made a few steps towards you; “Keep your head in the game, Jenni.“ “My head is exactly where it’s supposed to be, Ale.“, she replied cooly when she saw your own teammates race towards you. Alexia nodded courtly; “Good.“ “It’s not a big deal.“, Jenni stated, more to herself than to Alexia.
Ivanas head appeared above you at the same time; “Hey, what’s wrong?“ “My knee…“, you answered, trying to sit up, but Olga immediately held you back: “Don’t move. The medical staff is coming.“
You nodded bravely and let the physios assess your injury. Ivana grimaced in sympathy, seeing your pained expression; “Shit. This doesn’t look good.“ “She’ll be subbed off. Obviously.“, Olga nodded while the two watched you being helped off the pitch.
The game ended with another win for Barcelona. On their way to the dressing rooms, Jenni stopped Olga; “Olga, where is she?“ The Real player shrugged; “How am I supposed to know? I was on the field, just like you.“ “Sorry, I thought you might.“, Jenni shook her head. Sighing, Olga put a hand on her upper arm; “Wait here. I’ll go check in the dressing room for her.“ “Okay.“ Jenni watched Olga leave and return a few minutes later.
“And?“ “It’s her knee. It’s not looking good.“, the Real player explained what Jenni already knew. Impatiently, she asked; “Can I see her?“ “Yes, go in.“ Jenni didn’t wait for her, she went straight into Real Madrids dressing room. With your knee bandaged to prevent swelling, you looked up at your girlfriend; “Congrats to your goal.“ “Thanks. But it’s hard to celebrate when you had to be helped off the pitch.“, she replied earnestly.
“Trust me, I did not want to leave the game that way either.”, you swallowed hard. Quietly the Barcelona player lifted your chin, so you had to keep your focus on her: “I know that.” “Not in the year of the euros.”, you whispered, tears shot in your eyes while the realization was hitting hard.
Empathetically Jenni stroke your hair:“Hey, don’t think about that yet.” “It’s hard not to do that.”, you mumbled. Smoothly she reminded you: “I know that. But it’s in the future.” “And now?” “Now we have to wait for a diagnosis and your rehab.”, the dark-haired woman pulled you into a hug hoping to lift a bit of the weight on your shoulders. Loudly you sighed:” Alright.”
After your ACL injury was confirmed, Jenni proposed her idea to you which you answered promptly:” Moving in with you? But you’re living in Barcelona?” “And?”, your girlfriend gave you an expectantly look. “And the rehab process can be ugly.. I might say awful things to you. Why are you grinning?”, you listed all the things which could go wrong.
A bright smile appeared on the forward’s face: “I hope you do say that to me.” “You’re so weird.”, you laughed. Playfully shocked Jenni repeated: “I’m weird?” “Yes.” “You’re weird.”, she disagreed with your earlier comment. Now it was your turn to react offended: “Me?!” “Yeah.” You pressed on:“Why?”
“You don’t want to come to Barcelona with me.”, your girlfriend pouted. Slowly you admitted to yourself and her, not without a joking tone in your voice: “I do but I’m not sure if you can handle a madridista.” “I’m sure.”, Jenni confirmed sincerely. “Okay, we can do this.”
19 November 2023
FCB Femení vs. Real Madrid Femenino 5:0
Goal scorers: Bonmatí (17), Hansen (43), Caldentey (45+1), Pina (90+1), Vicky (90+3)
It was a sunny and warm November day while both teams were doing their round in the Estadi Johan Cruyff. Concerned you walked up to Alexia:” Ale, how’s your knee doing? You’re not playing?” “No, I’m out.”, she told you with a sad smile on her face. Cheekily you replied: “I’m sorry to hear it as your friend but as a player for Madrid.”
“Don’t worry, I trust my team enough to believe they can still beat you. Even with you back.”, her smile deepened at your teasing words, but the midfielder hinted on the time you both were out with an ACL injury missing out on the Euros in which your team was under the favourites but did not win after all.
“We’ll see about that, more serious you continued, but you’re still joining us for dinner afterwards, right?” She padded your shoulders, showing the warm side of her few people get to see of her:” Of course.”
You gave her another warm smile before turning away to head towards the changing room. While Alexia watched you leave, Jenni who was set to commentate on this El Clasico appeared on her side; “Ale, I’m really proud of how she came back from that injury.“ “You can be, she’s tough.“, Alexia nodded, her gaze now shifting towards the fans that filled the stadium.
Jenni watched her former team mate from the side; “Yes but I’m glad you two had each other during that time too.“ “Me too, trust me. It was a good idea to let her do the rehab in Barcelona.“, Alexia replied, her jaw set as she turned back towards Jenni. “Agreed.“
The midfielder raised her eyebrows at her friend; “But now she’s back in Madrid.“ “And I’m in Mexico.“, Jenni added with a small sigh. “How did you make that decision?“
The dark-haired forward tilted her head pensively; “It wasn’t easy.“ “I can tell.“, her former team mate replied. “You do?“ Alexia gave a short nod; “Yes. But you got to go. Your new job is waiting.“ A defiant smile appeared on Jennis face; “Exciting.“ “I’ll see you after the game. With three more points for Barcelona.“, her friend laughed in reply.
All three of you experienced the game from different places in the stadium. Jenni sat with some journalists, Alexia with her team mates and you were standing on the grass while Barcelona beat Real Madrid with 5:0.
Of course, the Barcelona players were in a good mood as soon as the final whistle blew but Jenni barely had time for some more small talk with Alexia; “If you excuse me, Ale.“ “Hey! Seriously? You’re leaving me for a Madrid player?“, Alexia yelled after her as she crossed the grass.
Grinning, Jenni answered; “She’s my fiancée!“ “You were not supposed to tell her that yet!“, you laughed, playfully hitting Jenni. “Excuse me?“, came from Alexia, more amused than offended. “Just great.“, you mumbled while Alexia caught up with you two. “Why didn’t you tell me that?“ “Before the El Clasico?“, you replied innocently. “Yes!“ Uncertain, you admitted; “Felt weird with Jenni there too…“
A smile spread across Alexias face; “I don’t blame you. I was expecting to hear it from Jenni anyway.“ To your surprise, you felt her arms around you as she wrapped you in a hug.
Simultaneously, Jenni explained; “We wanted to tell you at dinner.“ “That’s way too late!“, Alexia complained, releasing you from her embrace. You smiled at the two friends and took a step back, pointing into the direction of the dressing rooms; “I’ll leave you to it.“
“No, stay.“, Jenni said and grabbed your wrist. But Alexia shook her head at her friend and gave you a gentle smile; “We’ll talk about it at dinner.“ You took this as your sign to disappear into the dressing rooms for a nice, warm shower.
“But you’ll be my best woman right Ale?”, Jenni asked the blonde. Playfully the midfielder told her: “I’ll think about it!” “Don’t you dare saying ACL bonds are stronger.”, the dark-haired woman groaned. The younger player shook her head:“No, I’m saying I should have known first if you want me to have a special role in your wedding.”
“Who says there is only a wedding?”, Jenni replied with an innocent look on her face. Confused Alexia furrowed her brows:” What’s that supposed to mean?” “We’ll tell you at dinner.”, the woman who played in Mexico promised. With a pout on her lips the Barcelona player turned away: “I hate you both.”
Freshly showered you came back in time to hear her last words declaring:” No, you love us!” “Not sure about that.”, the blonde chuckled. You threw an eyebrow up:” Do you believe her, Jenni?” “No.”, your fiancée answered. Smirking you agreed with her:“Me neither.”
“She’s just bluffing.”, the raven-haired woman observed. Still pouting Alexia defended herself: “I want to know what you were hinting at earlier!” “Can we go to dinner first?”, Jenni wanted to know. The midfielder shrugged it off: “Sure.”
After you had a delicious dinner Alexia looked expectantly at you both:” So, will you girls tell me now everything?” “Sure, we have the time now.”, you nodded. Quickly Jenny left the table only to return with something which would make Alexia tear up more than an engagement ring could.
You might have lost every el clasico but it brought you closer to the person you fell in love with and for this you were grateful. Although you’d love to win it in the future but it would be on pause for a while because some things were more important than football.
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All love letters are ridiculous
Hi, I had a test today, as compensation you get a small BoKris fanfic. This is pre-relationship, pre-joker out. Kris is still a confused bisexual teen, give the guy a break.
Set in 2016's valentine's.
Synopsis:
"Love letters, if there’s love,
Must be
Ridiculous.
But in fact
Only those who’ve never written
Love letters
Are
Ridiculous."
- Fernando Pessoa
Kris is tired of Bojan being all over his girlfriend in front of him all the time, and decides to pulls a prank on him.
Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.
Ema and Ivana are fictional names
Bojan had a new girlfriend. Her name was Ivana, he was all over her. Kris thought it was sickening how frequently they’d exchange saliva in front of him. They knew his girlfriend was from another town and he rarely got to see her - way to eat in front of the poor.
He was so tired, and Valentine’s was around the corner... So, Kris came up with a plan. It was simple: Give Bojan a love letter, as a secret admirer, and see him have a small fight with Ivana. Then Kris would jump in, admit it was him all along, and then lecture them both on how unfair it was for them to act like this next to him.
- That’s stupid. – Jan said after Kris explained his plan.
- Why?
- Why don’t you write a love letter to Ema and leave those two alone? Isn’t Valetine’s on Sunday? Can’t she come here?
- She’ll be out of the country this weekend.
- Well, then act like a normal person and just worry about the next time you two are together and make it special.
- Jan, I can do both. It’s called multitasking. – Kris raised his eyebrows.
- I thought that was called Bisexuality. – Jan retaliated.
- Jan, I’m not gay.
Jan sighed and after a moment of silence, he proceeded to talk again.
- There’s no way that’s going to turn out well.
- You don’t trust your best friend?
Jan was lying on Kris’ bed and fidgeting with a basketball he brought earlier for them to play. He wondered if he should stop Kris from going further, but at the same time, it sounded fun...
- Well. What are you going to write? – he asked.
- I’m not sure yet. – Kris caught the ball Jan threw at him - That’s why I wanted your help.
- Nope, dude. I’m not getting my hands dirty for some dude I don’t even know, but you have a crush on.
- I don’t have a crush on Bojan of all people. – he threw back the ball at Jan who caught it – Ridiculous.
- You bad mouth that boy so much people might actually think he’s actually your boyfriend.
Kris sighed.
- What are you doing this year for Valentine’s? – Kris turned the tables.
- Nothing much. I’d need a partner for that.
- I don’t know how you have no girls after you. If I were a girl, I would.
- Again Kris. – he tossed the ball at him – That’s bisexuality.
- Oh, shut up. Let’s just play.
They spent the whole afternoon playing basketball and games. At night, Jan spent the night at Kris’ house and before they both fell asleep, he said:
- Talk about how you feel next to each other. Talk about what you want to do when you are near each other.
Kris was surprised by those words and shook Jan’s shoulder, demanding more.
- Hey, what do you mean? Jan. Jan. Jan don’t just drift off into sleep. Help me out!
Kris poked Jan until he was too tired to keep it going. “Ridiculous”, he muttered.
On Monday, he saw Bojan in the corridors and asked him what he was doing that afternoon. “Band practice”, the smaller replied to which Kris asked if he could watch. Bojan agreed.
It’s not the first time Kris has gone to an Apokalipsa rehearsal, but he never did to observe Bojan. It was ridiculous.
- We are actually working on a new song. – Bojan quietly said to Kris, almost as if he whispered when both of them were walking to the rehearsal space (Martin’s garage).
- Really? – Kris frowned – What is it about?
- Well, it’s about Ivana.
Kris bit his lip. Of course it is.
- It’s called Kot Srce, Ki Kri Poganja.
- Too long. Shitty name.
- Oh, shut up!
When they both arrived, Kris sat down and observed the guys, especially the nerve-wracking Bojan. He wanted everything to go well because he was planning on “gifting the song” to Ivana on Valentine’s.
Kris was suddenly reminded of how they met, and the first time he ever went to an Apokalipsa concert. It felt... magical. It altered his perception of music so much that he wished he could be a part of that world.
And what if... No, that’s ridiculous. He would never be in a band with Bojan. Why would Bojan want to be with a guitar newbie like him?
- That was a great practice session, guys. – Kris smiled – I have to head home now.
- Sure, just tell me you didn’t write down the lyrics. – Bojan pointed to the paper Kris was holding.
- Oh this? Don’t worry, it has nothing to do with your lyrics. It’s just... my ramblings. That’s all.
When Kris got home, he wrote the best love letter a 16-year-old like him could. Cheesy, but the point was to annoy Ivana, right? So, this would do the trick.
“Hey,
I might have seen you walk around,
I might have seen you shine on stage.
Every time our eyes met, the world froze,
like a Polaroid photo my eyes took.
Every time we feel lonely, we look
for comfort in each other’s touch.
And I want to tangle my fingers around yours,
And I want to make these feelings ours
Because “Like a heart that pumps blood, I give you dreams”
Lines you wrote, I know
Because, every day, they make these feelings grow
Signed,
Krisko”
- Was it not supposed to be anonymous? – Jan asked after reading the awfully cringe letter.
- Eh, that’s just the draft.
- I was expecting you’d write a “Mister Kris Cvjetićanin”.
- Okay, you are uninvited from my house.
- You and I both know that’s not true. Your mom loves me more than she loves you.
Kris shrugged. Jan started reading the letter out loud.
- “And I want to tangle my fingers around yours,” – he declared – “And I want to make these feelings ours”-
Kris threw a pillow at him.
- I hate you.
The day before Valentine’s, Bojan asked Kris if he could drop by. Kris accepted it and Bojan showed up to his house with a guitar in hand.
- Kris, let me serenate you.
- What the fuck, dude. No.
Bojan didn’t care. He entered his house, made his way to Kris’ bedroom, and sat next to him on his bed.
- I need everything to be perfect, Kris. And I’m sorry I’m using you as my lab rat. With Martin is awkward to do this, and you... I don’t know why, but right now I trust you for this. – he sighed – Can I?
Kris didn’t say anything, instead, he gestured for Bojan to begin.
Bojan sang with the same passion as usual, and Kris couldn’t help but hear his heart going fast as he got to hear Bojan singing to him and only him. It felt like the first time he heard Bojan play at a concert and all the songs sounded dedicated to him. Bojan sure knew how to make anyone feel special when he sang.
- I... You got this, Bojan.
- Thank you, Krisko. – the singer sighed with relief.
Bojan spent the night at the Guštin’s household – even though Miha wondered why every friend of Kris was spending one night there that week; Chantal replied with something about Valentine’s, Miha can’t remember it fully though, but he liked having Bojan around.
And while everyone was asleep, Kris hid the letter he had written inside his old guitar.
“Ridiculous”, he thought.
But even more ridiculous were those who never wrote love letters.
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Afternote: I have one more short story planned and a three-chapter story planned that ties in all loose ends of the overall story (I already have chapter one ready).
Then... SAILOR MOON AU. Which will be a very short and fast-paced story because my life is too busy atm and I'm already making up so much lore for the story to work 💀
Anyways...
MASTER POST | Recommended next: Maybe like a heart that pumps blood (AO3 only) | Romeo and Juliet
#joker out#joker out fanfic#bokris#joker out kris#joker out bojan#joker out jan#bojan cvjetićanin#jan peteh#kris gustin#kris guštin#writings
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Love Me Like You Do (Ona Batlle)
Summary: ona and y/n feeling like ivana and the others are hiding something from them and the next day, they found out what.
Warnings: fluff, fluff & fluff.
Ivana’s Pov:
So today Y/n, Ona, Jackie, Vilde, Millie and I are going to have lunch together.
I know it's going to be so fun to be with all my favorite girls, even if Ona and Y/n are in a relationship, they always have time for us.
Now, when we’re talking about Ona and Y/n, they’re always together, but they’re not posting that much of each other on social media.
When they are, it's so cute and the fans just want more.
So today I’m going to film a tik tok video of cute moments they will be doing together.
It will give me likes, so why not…
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Y/n's pov:
I woke up cuddling with my girlfriend, Ona Batlle.
Yeah, I know I’m a lucky girl…
Today we’re going to eat lunch with our friends and it's going to be very nice.
Ona and I have to pick Ivana and Jackie up, then we will be meeting up with Millie and Vilde in Manchester.
I got out of my thoughts when Ona nuzzled into my neck and kissed my jaw softly.
"Morning" I said.
"Morning, princess," Ona mumbled.
"Ready for the day?" I asked her.
Ona nodded and began to kiss my neck.
"Ona" I whispered.
"You're so beautiful" she whispered back as she still kissed me down my neck.
"Ona, we have to get out of bed," I said.
"Right," Ona said and stopped to kiss me.
As soon as Ona was out of the room, she lifted me up from the bed and wrapped my legs around her waist. She pushed me against the wall and began to kiss me again.
"Ona, I said we had to get ready," I said, biting my bottom lip.
Then Ona stopped kissing me and looked me right in the eyes.
"No. You said that we had to get out of the bed and now we’re out of the bed" she said and once again kissed me.
I let her kiss me for 2 minutes more and then pushed her off me.
"Okay. You got 2 minutes. Now, we have to get ready” I said
Ona's eyes just softed and then she hugged me.
“It was nice while it lasted," she replied and kissed me on the head.
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Ivana’s Pov:
Jackie and I stood waiting for Ona and Y/n to come and pick us up.
I told Jackie about my idea of making a tik tok with cute moments of Ona and Y/n.
"That's the best idea ever" she said and high fived me.
Then we heard a car and we saw Ona and Y/n was here.
Jackie and I got inside the car and the cute moments were already starting, cause Ona and Y/n were holding hands together in Ona's lap. Aww how cute!
"Hey guys, how are you?" Y/n said as she gave us a smile.
"We're great, thanks. What about you two?”" Jackie responded and then they began a conversion.
As the two of them began talking, I took my phone up from my pocket and tried to film the cute moment between Ona and Y/n.
Ona then suddenly took her hands out of Y/n's hand as she had to change gear.
Dude, I was filming- Oh wait now Ona took Y/n's hand again.
Okay bro, this looked like something that would happen in a movie.
"Are you filming us, Ivana?" Y/n asked me.
I took my phone away quickly.
"No, I was just taking a selfie" I answered.
"Oh okay, can I see it?" Y/n asked.
PLEASE STOP ASKING QUESTIONS Y/N.
"The light was bad, so I deleted it," I explained.
Damm, I'm good at lying.
"Okay. I can take a picture of you for instagram later, if you want me to?!" Y/n said.
This girl is too sweet!
"Thanks Y/n, you're too kind,” I replied.
—
We were now walking down the street and Ona & Y/n were holding hands. They’re literally the cutest couple I’ve ever seen.
"Film it, Idiot" Jackie whispered to me as the other two girls were walking in front of us.
"Calm down, woman" I responded as I began to film Ona & Y/n holding hands.
"They are so cute," I whispered to myself.
"Who is cute?" Ona asked as she turned around, still holding her girlfriend's hand.
Oh shit, oh shit. Come on Ivana think of something to say.
"Uhm, Jackie and I were just talking about dogs and how cute Maria's dogs were," I explained with a nervous smile that I hoped they wouldn’t pick up on.
"Yeah. Her dog is so cute," Jackie added, trying to help me.
"Maria's dog is really cute and fluffy," Y/n said with a big smile.
"Oh look, there is Vilde & Millie. Lovely" I said and changed the conversation.
Ona and Y/n looked at each other confused, but then went into the restaurant.
"That was close," Jackie whispered to me.
"Too close," I whispered back.
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Y/n's Pov:
It feels like Ivana and Jackie are hiding something for Ona and I?
I'm pretty sure that Ivana was filming us in the car and then they suddenly began talking about dogs?
Whatever, it's probably just me.
I was texting with my family in our group chat and they wanted a picture of what I was doing right now.
"Ona, my family wants a picture of what we're doing," I said.
"Let's take a selfie of us then" Ona replied.
—
Ivana’s Pov:
The power couple were now taking a selfie for Y/n's family and like of course I had to film it.
"Jackie, we have to pretend we're filming ourselves," I said.
"Okay" Jackie responded simply.
We talked to the camera like we were doing a youtube video. I don't know why, but I don't think Ona and Y/n found out that we filmed them.
So our plan is going great…
"We should be agents," Jackie whispered in my ear.
"You're very right about that, Groenen" I whispered back.
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Y/n's Pov:
"Ona?" I said as Ona's head was on my shoulder.
"Yeah?" she responded as she kissed my cheek and took her head off my shoulder.
"I think Ivana is filming us," I said.
"I think they're filming us too, but It doesn't matter right?" Ona asked.
"No, but don't you think It's weird?" I answered.
"Ivana likes to film what she is doing all the time. I don't think she is really thinking about it" she said.
"You're probably right," I mumbled.
"Y/n?" Ona said.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Te amo" (I love you) she said and kissed my hand.
I smiled softly at her.
"I love you too" I replied as I softly kissed her.
—
After a nice lunch with the girls, Ona and I had invited them to come over and watch a movie later tonight.
While we waited for them to come, we cleaned our apartment, because It was quite messy.
"Don't you think we're done now?" Ona asked as we sat down on the couch.
"Absolutely" I answered and laid my head onto her chest while she ran her fingers through my hair.
"Then we're now waiting for the other girls," Ona said into my hair.
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Ivana’s Pov:
Ona and Y/n had invited the girls and I to come over and watch a movie.
Which is perfect, so I can film more of them.
Jackie drove us there over now.
I'm ready to be famous, because of my friends.
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Y/n's Pov:
The girls were here right now.
I was in the kitchen making snacks for us.
While I was making popcorn, I was suddenly lifted up from behind and I quickly knew who It was.
"Ona set me down!" I said seriously.
Ona then sat me down, but turned me around, so I was in her arms.
"You're so serious. Have a little fun" she said with her adorable smile.
"I just don't want the popcorn to burn" I replied as I tried to get out of her arms.
"You're going nowhere," Ona said and began to tickle me.
"ONA STOP" I yelled as I began laughing too.
"Then stop being so serious, mi amor" she said.
"Okay, I'll stop being so serious," I responded.
"Great! Now make sure that the popcorn doesn't burn" Ona said and left the kitchen.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT IF THEY'RE BURNT"
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Ivana’s Pov:
"Did you get that?" Jackie asked.
"Jackie, I'm don't dumb. Of course I got it" I answered.
"Got what?" Vilde asked.
"We're filming Ona and Y/n" I said.
"Why are you filming them?" Millie asked.
Ugh, so many questions!
"Because I want likes on tiktok and if I post about them, I will get millions of likes" I answered.
Millie and Vilde looked at me as if I was crazy or something like that.
"That's such a good idea" Millie mumbled.
"Oh I know, Turner," I replied.
"Okay guys. Which movie do you want to see?" Y/n said as she walked into the room.
"HARRY POTTER"
"PRETTY WOMEN"
"KARATE KID"
"JAMES BOND"
We all yelled.
"Dirty Dancing is it then" Y/n said and sat the movie on.
Ona then walked into the room and sat down on the couch beside Y/n.
"Who chose the movie?" Ona asked.
"The girls all wanted to see it" Y/n quickly answered.
"Good choice" Ona said and sat comfortably on the couch with Y/n in her arms.
The movie was starting, but Jackie being an annoying ass had to say something.
"FILM IT" she whispered to me.
"Shut up. I know what I'm doing" I whispered back.
—
Y/n's Pov:
The movie was now done and the girls had gone home.
"I'm so tired," I said as I brushed my teeth.
"Me too, amor. We're going to have a nice long sleep and then we have training tomorrow" Ona replied.
"SLEEP NOW" I yelled and literally jumped into bed.
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Ivana’s Pov:
"Jackie, do you want to see how fast I can get 1 million likes?" I asked Jackie.
"Omg yes! Let me put on a timer" Jackie answered.
"I'm posting It in 3, 2, 1. BOOM"
Let the likes fall on me now!
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Y/n's Pov:
This morning my phone went off with notifications.
At some point I had enough of my stupid phone, so I got out of Ona's arms and opened my phone.
"If you're this popular tomorrow too, please shut your phone up" Ona mumbled.
I ignored her as I opened my phone and saw a video on Instagram that Ona and I had been tagged in at least too many times.
The video had small clips of Ona I yesterday.
After I had seen the full video and I knew quickly who had filmed it.
"Oh my fucking god" I whispered to myself.
"What is it?" Ona asked as she sat up too.
I then showed her the video.
Ona just sighed.
"I knew something was up with them," I said.
"I know you don't like getting a lot of attention, but to be honest, we’re kinda cute," Ona replied.
"We are" I said and laid down in her arms again.
Ona didn't say anything. I didn't either.
"I will still have a talk with Ivana later!" I said.
"I know, amor. I'm not dumb" Ona responded.
"To be honest, you're actually pretty dumb" I said.
"Y/N, YOU'RE A LITTLE DEVIL”
—
#woso imagines#woso imagine#woso x reader#woso#gxg#espwnt x reader#espwnt imagines#espwnt imagine#ona batlle x reader#ona batlle imagine#ona batlle imagines
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“Don’t cuff me, miss, please!” begged the distraught gangster. Rose however continued to grip his wrists with one hand while reaching for her handcuffs with the other.
“Please don’t do me in public then, ma’am,” Tyrone pleaded, “I have a reputation to protect and with respect, ma’am, being cuffed by a woman by herself in the street is just humiliating for me, ma’am!”
“Should have thought about that before, my friend.” the uncompromising Rose replied.
Tyrone tried one last tack to mitigate his ignominy. “”Cuff me in the front, ma’am?” he tried.
“Sorry,” answered Rose, pulling her prisoner’s hands behind his back, “this is for my own protection, sir.”
“Yeah, I bet!” responded Tyrone bitterly as the young policewoman bound him.
Source: From the Rookie Cop Ivana video series by Simply Chella on YouTube
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Ok WOW, I haven't been here in forever, I haven't even had the app installed for months I think. But just rn I came across a @ghostiewriter bonrad fic and was like HOLY SHIT THAT'S RIGHT, TUMBLR STILL EXISTS
So whatever, Sarah and her writing brought me back to these unknown seas to see what's up with everyone I know
Tell me how have you guys been @onlyhereforangst @hibiscusia @loveisthemoment @theperfectrose
Something else you may notice is that I haven't wrote shit in like a year, yup, I have 0 inspiration
I mean I got ideas, tons actually, I'm just too lazy or un-inspired to write them, so I let them be 😂. I'm actually happier knowing that Ivy is still writing and I will get to continue reading her amazing stories (hopefully forever, hopefully soon)
Also since I'm not here or on AO3 reading my notifications please PLEASE send your newest works to me on ig (@rousebocchietti) or tw (@cotisway). That's another thing, I also kinda abandoned my (same @ as here) tw account, Idk, too much for my clearly declining mental health. But follow me on my personal ig bc I'm there all day every day!
I can't promise a fast reply (ask Ivana 😂) but I can promise a 1 week reply for sure
I'm kinda lost bc I have a new small business with a friend, its inspired in taylor of course, so I'm really busy with that lately, but I love you all even if we don't talk and I never want to lose contact with you!
Have a sweet (or spicy) night 🖤
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uhhhhh immortal love languages and bounty hunter christmas/holiday habits
You get all the immortals for the price of two
Lucien’s main one is words of affirmation. That man love to talk and hear himself talk. And although most of the time he spouts mostly nonsense, with Viessa he is genuine and wears his heart on his sleeve. As well to the others, words are his main way of expressing care and gods bw his witness he will find the right ones. For receiving he’s very partial to physical touch
Viessa’s main output is acts of service, shes capable of lot and will lend a hand to any of the others should the need arise. To Lucien she will gladly be his right hand. Acts of service is the one with the most overlap between her and Lucien too, they know their strenghts and act accordingly and when the other steps in they’re on the same page that no, this is not the other thinking the other is not capable, but making their life a little easier. She also enjoys receving acts of service bc sometimes she feels like she has too much on her shoulders, and its good to get affirmed that she can rely on others.
Maya’s gift giver and physical touch kinda gal. Granted the gifts arent huge or impressive but rather things she found and picked up she thought people might like. Shes also very clingy and contantly hanging onto to people unless brushed away. Expect a lot of elbow nudges, hugs and amr brushes (shes like a cat marking people as hers). Enjoys receiving physical touch as well.
Dimos is very reserved and on the surface very apthetic. When he was alive it wasnt like that. He’s the type to do acts of service without telling anyone or anyone kbowing it was him. Oh you went to sleep with your desk unorganized, you wake up with it being cleaned. You need some ingredient? It will appear on your desk by the next morning. That sort of thing. It took the others to while to realize it was Dimos just showing his affection to them. He likes being talked to, so please come talk his ear off, he wont reply but enjoys the company. (He and lucien make a great pair bc lucien cant fucking stop talking and dimos cant talk)
Naria is not far along yet but shes a poet, a singer, plays the violin, piano and flute. So she enjoys lavish attention, verbal and physical, from friends and lovers alike
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Ivana visits her dad daily on the holidays, Yuri makes them dinner every day, traditional Russian dishes like dumpling, potato salad, fish, anything that he can make with what's available in the outer rim. Ivana sometimes takes her own cookings with her and then they sit and eat in silence. She also gives small thoughtful presents to Yuri and Carmina bc she's not close enough with anyone else to get something expesive, and yeah, her gifts are on the higher end, but it's because she values quality and lengegivity, so Carmina will get some hand made insect sculptures, or golden pins or something similar
Wolfgang will do the most for the christmass table, albeit german style, so lots of breads cheeses and meats, stews, slow cooked meat, a shitton of of potatoes, roasted toasted baked. Also on the days leading up to the big feast he'll make like 5 different types of cookies. He enjoyes being in the kitchen. Also on the gift part he does stockings and puts little usable items in them like soaps, socks, lotions and such. He would decorate the house with scented candles if Mateo wasn't blind, so instead he'll get some festive smelling air spray.
Most of Gilly's holiday prep is hunting gifts for her many siblings and the whole extended family. She'll get something extra special like jewelry for Mallory and then a bunch of usable stuff like protein powder, a gift card to her favourite shop and some nice smelling stuff like soaps and candles. She would have the time of her life if she and Mallory both prepped the feast. Also her family will pay a visit if she doesn't go the them first so for a few days it's gonna be crowded
Izkiels people dont do holidays like chirstmas, but they do have r like a mid-winter celebretion, akin to diwali, which is all about light and partying and dressing very flashy. So he'll decorate with fairy lights and bunch of candles on the darkest days. Probably the human habit of giving gifts also rubbed on him so he'll givout out some small ones with little idea why they're given, and they're moslty stuff the recipient already has/uses, like a lighter to kenzo, skincare for lyssa, snacks for the rest of the office (orion/ivana don't get any bc he's scared of them)
#a lil late but here ya go!#I feel worse now than yesterday oops#the Sickness#armed asshats#space shitstorm#I count gilly in the bounty hunters bc i could
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World Cup: Ivana Knoll criticised for travelling to Qatar in a lewd outfit.
World Cup: Ivana Knoll criticised for travelling to Qatar in a lewd outfit.
Ivana Knoll, a former Miss Croatia, has replied to criticism for her provocative attire for the Qatar 2022 FIFA World Cup.
As “the world cup’s hottest fan,” Knoll caused controversy when she showed up to Croatia’s game against Morocco in a skimpy gown and then changed into an even more exposed dress for Croatia’s second game against Canada.
In pictures that have appeared online, the beauty…
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get to know the author !
name: rubi! ive had two or three aliases over my time online, rubi's just the one that feels most like second nature to me. i also adore taking to some variations of my tag. ( ie. ivana, ruben, ru, etc. )
preference of communication: im almost always on disc.d ( dearest creature#1962 - feel free, im literally always open to rant about dynamics, ideas n whatnot n id absolutely adore talking to some of you ♡ ), alongside tw.tter, since its easier for me to keep tabs on with mobile. anything ooc is always easier to do with me through either, i hate tumblr ims.
most active muse: marisa's been rattling around in my brain for a good while now, and even when im not writing for her ill normally have an idea or two about her simmering. i haven't had this much enjoyment from dissecting and delving into a muse in a very long time, along with the fact my perception of her is always changing with every re-read / rewatch / discussion. bedelia is also always around to me even if im not currently writing her, she's very fun to play off of and even gives me a good grounding point to bounce from if I'm stuck with other muses.
experience / how many years: about eight years or so now ? i've always enjoyed writing since i was younger so developing that through my own writing and picking up muses while growing up has been a nice learning journey.
platforms you use: tumblr, tw.tter and disc.d.
best experience: when my mutuals and i are writing something more prolonged n they come at me with something absolutely devastating. got hit with something someone was brewing for weeks once unknowns to me and oh boy connecting the dots left me a wreck.
rp pet peeves: people who create certain muses and expect their dynamic to adhere to your muse without any regard for your portrayal. im always for original muses, but not talking to me first when certain muses of mine just. do not fit certain dynamics is a big no no.
fluff, angst or smut: depending on the context i adore fluff and angst equally. i thrive off of writing domestic fluff just as much as i would heartbreak or any other darker subject. i love the bittersweet nature of lyra and marisa's first time bonding or AUs where things are more domestic for them just as much as her reconciliation with asriel, or the intensity of the torture scene with the witches. if it exists and it hurts or its tooth-rottingly sweet i want it all. smut is a sore spot for a few reasons, alongside the fact it just isn't what i care about / have focus on for my writing or my muses, so it would be very, very rare for me to even consider, and even then only ever with close writing partners.
long or short replies: it can really depend on the day and what muse im writing. i thrive more with longer replies for characters like marisa, because it's easier for me to find a voice and get into her head. short, bantery replies normally leave me lacking in what i feel a character is like, and shorter comedic interactions just aren't what i'd consider to be my strong suit in writing, so i linger towards longer replies. the biggest thing about long replies is i burn out very easily though, so i try my best to find a middle ground.
best time to write: at night, on weekends or early morning before my classes. any time i have to myself where i can just draft things for a little bit, ideally.
are you like your muse(s): christ i hope not, im way too sensitive to take to being called moral filth lmfao. i think what's so compelling about marisa is i'd love to inhabit some of her strengths, though. i adore her guile, and her femininity and her ability to take everything head on. she's so unbelievably driven and intelligent in what she does and okay come on im a lesbian why do you think im really here writing for her.
tagged by: @secondbetrayer, @evebeforethefall ( thank you. ♡ )
tagging: @toxicmalicex, @viciousgold, @dustserpent, @mryscross, whoever else sees this and wants to. ♡
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closed starter for @ccmpletemess ( uziel and feyza )
"you look lost." uziel said, looking at the other for a moment. "you looking for someone or just taking all of the chaos of this place in?" he asked.
#closed starter#replies: uziel#uziel ft. feyza#probably at the chateau#so that she can be looking for ivana or something#idk
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Craze
Masterlist | Ivana’s Version
William and Patri thought through many things when they agreed to the Invasion Plan… too bad someone else knew too.
Warnings: swearing, blood, death, flirty/innuendo
Notes: not edited
Julius’ eyes widened as William’s form shifted into the Elven male calling himself Licht. Of all the things he’d seen this was not it. He knew the Elves lost, knew that terrible things happened… but he hadn’t realised William, his trusted friend, was a part of that plan.
Yet somehow he’d known William was hiding something.
“As the most powerful mage in this nation-” The Elf taunted. “You must bear its sins-”
His words were cut short, Magic vanishing as he looks on- horror mixing with anger crossing his face.
This Wizard King fell to his knees grasping at his throat. There was someone stood behind him, knife bloody and raised to hide her face.
“I have to thank you both.” She smiled, dropping her hand and the blade as she did. “You fell into my hands so beautifully… and I didn’t have to do a thing.”
Red cloak fluttered in the wind, eyes glowing golden as the sun rays hit her face. He knew her, William knew her… a knight from the Golden Dawn.
“You… what did you do?” William’s voice ripped from his throat- but he didn’t move. He could feel a tear slip down his cheek. She tilted her head to the side, almost coquettishly.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” She growled, stepping over Julius’ gasping form. “Creepy old man.” She spat.
“That was my fight.” The Elf said.
“I know Patri.” She smiled again and this time he found himself rooted to the ground. Her eyes widened in glee as he froze… of all times to skip fight or flight.
“How do you know that name?” He snapped. William was afraid, this was his knight, someone he’d chosen to protect the kingdom… not that he was doing that at current either. But she looked… she looked insane.
“I know lots of thing.” She sang. “Plagued by nightmares for years by that fucking massacre didn’t help either.”
Patri’s breath hitched as he watched the maniacal stare snap back towards the choking Wizard King.
“Your little invasion was the perfect cover. I can kill the Wizard King and a few other people I don’t like and you all get the blame.” She giggled. It was like something out of a horror story. “Want to know a secret?”
Patri’s golden eyes stared at her, scanning her face.
“Of course you want to know… I joined the Golden Dawn because. of. you.” She said leaning in, her nose barely grazing his chin. “The two pretty boys that I could blame for everything.”
“Blame for what?”
“Murder.” She laughed. “I could give a shit less about the people in this Kingdom. William clearly doesn’t either.”
“He does.” Patri growled. She raised a brow.
“Oh? Really?” Her grin almost split her face in two. “Want to know another secret?”
“You’ll tell us anyway.” William replied- though they had not switched forms.
“Oh yes I will. You see I. Know. How. This. All. ENDS.” Her hand grasped his chin, nails digging into the flesh of his cheeks, making him look her in the eyes. “You won’t win your little invasion… in fact you won’t even be able to bring you people back.”
Patri growled as her hand moved smoothly down to his chest before dragging her nails down to his stomach. She watched her hand stop and then she smirked. That coquettish look making its way back to her face.
“You’ll have to do that yourself.” She laughed again, shoulders shaking as her head hit his shoulder.
He couldn’t move.
Why couldn’t he move?
“I’ll be nice boys… give you an option. Either go through all of this mess, meet the dastardly devil manipulating your pretty little mind and lose, taking Patri’s Magic with it… or you find yourself a curse breaker and fix it all yourself before the next battle begins… before you are too helpless to save William from almost death.” She grasped his face again and leant in. “It’s up to you… after all depending on your choice lies the fate of who is to blame for killing Julius too.” She snarled.
A beat.
Patri’s arms moved on their own, hands grasping her arms tightly as her expression shifted from craze to fear.
“What do you know about the future?” Patri bellows. “What do you understand or know of what is to come?”
For a moment he thought he’d gotten her, had pulled her from whatever this craze was… and then she screamed.
“Captain Yami please help! It’s Captain Vangeance, he’s the Elf!” She called, shaking and pulling in Patri’s hold. He pushed her away and she stumbled backwards. He could see the dark magic mage to the side, Katana unsheathed as he stepped towards them.
Patri ran. A million thoughts in his mind as he and William disappeared into the city below.
~~*~~*~~
“What happened?” Yami asked as he reached them. His eyes darting down towards Julius corpse.
“Come now Yami. Go make sure Zagred doesn’t get out of that fucking castle.”
“Your terrifying. You know that right?” Yami said, his hand coming to cover his face. His nose scrunched as the scent of iron permeates the air. “This plan seems so.. convoluted.”
“The best plans are the ones thought out. I’ll get Julius you deal with the Elves.”
“I have a higher rank than you brat.”
“I’m the same age as Captain Vangeance… brat is not quite the word I’d use right now… perhaps later.” She winked as she turned away from the Black Bulls Captain. “Keep them all alive Yami. We’ll need even the Elves for what comes next.”
Yami nods and watches as she steps off the edge and into the city below.
A well thought out plan indeed….
#black clover#black clover angst#black clover smut#black clover patri#black clover william#black clover yami#julius novachrono
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hello, happy pride month! i'm looking for a female faceclaim that looks like the clean girl instagram aesthetic, or the kylie jenner look. or kind of like liv pollock. can you suggest any that fit that?
Angela Sarafyan (1983) Armenian.
Crystal Reed (1985)
Nathalie Kelley (1985) Argentinian, Peruvian [Quechua, possibly other]
Poyd Treechada Petcharat (1986) Thai - is trans.
Diane Guerrero (1986) Colombian.
Jodie Turner-Smith (1986) Afro Jamaican.
Francia Raisa (1988) Mexican / Honduran.
Brianne Howey (1989)
Otmara Marrero (1989) Cuban.
Chantal Thuy (1990) Vietnamese.
Ebonee Noel (1990) Afro Guyanese.
Macarena Achaga (1992) Argentinian.
Demet Özdemir (1992) Turkish.
Latecia Thomas (1992) Indian and White.
Tuğçe Açıkgöz (1993) Turkish.
Nadine Lustre (1993) Akeanon, Ilokano, Pangasinan, and Tagalog Filipino.
Pınar Deniz (1993) Turkish.
Simona Tabasco (1994)
Ivana Baquero (1994)
Nazriya Nazim (1994) Malayalee Indian.
Geraldine Viswanathan (1995) Tamil Indian / Swiss-German.
Cierra Ramirez (1995) Mexican / Colombian.
Zión Moreno (1995) Mexican [Unspecified Native American and Spanish] - is trans.
Adeline Rudolph (1995) Korean / German.
Asia Jackson (1995) African-American / Ibaloi Filipino.
Ryan Destiny (1995) African-American, on quarter Irish.
Annalisa Cochrane (1996)
Eva Noblezada (1996) Mexican / Bisaya and Ilonggo Filipino.
Josefine Frida Pettersen (1996)
Chase Sui Wonders (1996) Chinese, some Japanese and Tahitian / European.
Vitória Strada (1996) Brazilian.
Yumi Nu (1996) Japanese / Dutch.
Zuri Reed (1996) African-American.
Rashmika Mandanna (1996) Kodava Indian.
Sisi Stringer (1997) African Australian, some websites say mixed.
Tilly Keeper (1997)
Tiffany Meia (1997) Vietnamese / Mongolian.
Madelyn Cline (1997)
Myra Molloy (1997) Thai / White.
Sofia Jamora (1997) Kānaka Maoli and Mexican.
Jaylen Barron (1997) African-American / Mexican.
Lana Condor (1997) Vietnamese.
Alisha Boe (1997) Somali / Norweigan.
Alva Bratt (1998)
Banita Sandhu (1998) Punjabi Indian.
Simay Barlas (1999) Turkish.
Hillary Trinh (1999) Vietnamese.
Auliʻi Cravalho (2000) Puerto Rican, Kānaka Maoli, Portuguese, Chinese, Irish - is bisexual.
Sharon Alexie (2000) Cameroonian.
Josie Totah (2001) Palestinian / Lebanese, Italian, Irish, German - is trans.
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I'm sorry I'm replying to this late, thank you so much for being patient! Also I'm not entirely sure what clean girl Instagram vibes are but here are some suggestions on what I think they are paired with Kylie vibes???
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THE MISSION
Part 3
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairings: NONE
Words: 633
Description: Ivana comes in and sees she’s not alone.
Part 2:
Small toys scattered the floor, she could hear a tv playing softly in the background. Laura led her to the kitchen, pouring her a glass of water with a worried expression. The putter patter of small feet running down the stairs startled her.
"You're not daddy." A small child's voice called out.
Not letting her mask slip, Ivana turned towards the sound. She swallowed thickly before speaking.
"No, I'm not." She spoke softly, wiping tears from her eyes.
A little girl walked out from behind the small boy, rubbing sleep from her eyes she looked Ivana up and down.
"Mommy this daddy's friend?" Laura smiled and shook her head.
"No honey, this is Ivy, she's gonna be staying the night." Laura placed a gently hand on Ivana's arm.
"Oh you don't need to do that ma'am." She replied politely. This was perfect, just what she expected to happen.
"No really, it's late enough as it is, it takes a few hours to get from town to here, call your people and they can come get you in the morning. We have a guest room." Laura's eyes seemed to be begging her to stay.
"You've been so kind, Laura. I don't know to repay you." Her voice caught slightly and she brought a hand to her chest mimicking emotions she'd seen before.
"Well it's all set then, the guest room is at the top of the stairs to your left, the bathroom is just beside it, I'll grab you the phone while you get settled." Ivana smiled back at the woman in thanks and timidly walked up the stairs.
Her smile fell, the plan was falling into place. Walking down the hall she glanced in the kids' bedrooms, a soft pink room with a large white stuffed bear, a blue room with navy accents and a blue and light purple room at t he end of the hall.
The soft cries of an infant emanating from the last room. Slipping into the bathroom she shut the door and faced herself in the mirror, she was definitely going to have a black eye. Turning on the skink, she curled her hands and brought some water to her face, rinsing off the stray droplets of blood from her chin.
Sighing she left the small water closet and wandered into the guest room. The sheets were a pale grey and the walls a soft, barely there blue. It was calming.
As the door opened Ivana's grateful smile returned. The older woman handed her the phone and a bundle of clothes.
"These are some sleep clothes for you and the phone, just give it back when you're done, I'll be in the kitchen." She softly grabbed the items from the older woman and watched as she left.
No better time to report her mission progress. There was a pay phone in town, if she called anytime before 8:00 someone would answer. She leaned back into the soft mattress, grabbed the landline and dialled the number.
"Hello." A man spoke into the phone.
"Hi, this is Ivy, I'm gonna need a ride home, a really nice women let me stay the night, you can come sometime in the morning." She responded they knew her plan, so the story was no surprise.
"Of course." There was a short minute of silence before the dial tone rang through her ears.
Grabbing the new clothes she shimmied out of her old ones. The clothes were soft, a old sweat shirt and sweat pants, both a dull grey. Making her way to the door she walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen.
Sleeping in a nice bed for once was definitely a plus, though she did miss the routine of home. Now to just finish the second part of her plan.
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Wayward Traveler
DeanxEventual O.F.C
Slow build
A/N: well here it is! My very first ever series This will be a slow build and eventually smutty. Will add warnings to each chapter as I go. Please be kind as I've never written before. Let me know what you think!
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Every town has its history. Armed robberies, murder, drug crimes; but what know one knows is that half of the towns across South Dakota has its fair share of the supernatural . Heck, majority of the cases has cause of deaths being unexplained or put down to an "animal attack" of some kind.
But what's different about the recent attack In the town of Sioux Falls, is a case that reoccurs across the country every year on November 5 for 6 days. Freshly laid graves have been desecrated all over the country with the deceaseds flesh having chunks missing like an animal has scavenged. But in Sioux Falls, something more sinister and morbid has come to the quiet peaceful town. 3 bodies of young children have been found in a state that looks like an animal attack, 1 child missing and 2 freshly laid graves have been desecrated. This has caught the attention of a skilled Hunter who has been tracking a killer with the same M.O for the past 15 years.
Mia Jones has been a hunter since she was 21 years old. Growing up in a small town outside of the Lockyer Valley in Australia, Mia had the quiet country life with her family. Nothing ever happened in the little town to cause a nation wide alert. Except for that fateful evening of November 5th. Mia's parents had gone out of town for the weekend. Leaving Mia to babysit her two young brothers. She had done her usual routine of chores coming inside from hanging out laundry when she noticed 5 long bloody claw marks along the edge of her 2 younger brothers shared bedroom door. Mia dropped the basket of laundry and ran to check on them, only to find a scene of gore that will never leave her memory.
For 15 years Mia had tracked this monster all across the world, always being that one step behind. Until now. In the town of Sioux Falls, Mia has finally tracked the current location of the Monster who butchered her Brothers and tore her world apart.
Mia waited till past midnight to enter Woodlawn Cemetery to investigate the desecrated graves and to wait for what she determined was a Ghoul who will return to devour its meal.
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Sheriff Jodie Mills had her hands full with the ongoing investigation of the 3 deceased children and 1 missing child, to now be trying to find the sick person involved in the desecration of the freshly laid graves. At least up until her deputy brought in a prowler caught in Woodlawn Cemetery.
"So Miss. Ivana Tinlkle, care to tell me your real name and what you were doing in Woodlawn Cemetery in the middle of the night?" Jodie questioned.
" You wouldn't believe me If I told you the truth."
" How about I be the judge of that. Let's start off with your real name?" Replied Jody.
"My names Mia Jones. I'm a cancerian. Love long walks on the beach. The occasional one night stand, Whiskey and classic rock " Mia sassed with a smirk.
"You forgot comedian. Well Miss Jones. Unless you want to be charged with desecrating graves, I suggest you start explaining why you were there in the middle of the night." Jodie was unfazed by Mia's sass that reminded her of a friend.
" like I said sheriff, you won't believe me." Mia replied standing and taking of her jacket, exposing a tattoo that caught Jodie's eye.
"Try me." Jodie said leaning on her desk clasping her hands together.
Mia sighs. " The recent attacks and murders that happened, is not by anything remotely human.'
Jodie leans back in her chair. "How so?"
Mia sits down and leans forward looking Jodie in the eye.
"Everything you know about monsters and what goes bump in the night... it's all real.. monsters are real. And it so happens that you have one deranged Ghoul on your hands.. desecrating graves to eat their flesh.. kidnapping children and draining their pure blood...I've been hunting this thing for the past 15 years" Mia waits for the insane look from Jodie. But it never comes. But instead she gets up and walks over towards Mia and sits ontop of the desk infront of her.
"So... You're a hunter?"
"What?" Mia asks shocked.
"Well the antipossesion tattoo was a dead set give away."
"You know of hunters and the Supernatural?" Mia confirms in a shocked but calm tone.
"I happen to be close friends with two very well known and best hunters . Also I've hunted my fair share of Vamps, werewolves.. and demons."
"Wow. Sheriff Mills.."
"Please. Call me Jodie."
"Well, Jodie. I hate to break it to you, but you have a Ghoul making feast of your townspeople... and it needs to end tonight. Or we won't get another chance for another year."
"Why another year?"
" This Ghoul is very old. Going back centuries to the pre-islamic. Hunting and feasting on this particular time of the year. He, or she will only hunt on every waxing Crescent moon. "
" How long have we got?" Jodie asks standing and heading to look out the window.
" well, we're on our 4th day in of the phase.. we have two nights to catch this son-of-a-bitch. 4 children are already dead.."
"3. 3 children. 1 missing." Jodie corrects Mia.
" I'm sorry to be a Debbie downer here Jodie.. but your 4th child will turn up tomorrow.. dead.. the Ghoul takes 1 child every night for 6 days. If we don't start coming up with a plan to catch this monster.. more children will be taken and more graves will be desecrated. "
" What I don't understand is why kidnap children when hes feasting on the dead?"
" Children's blood is pure. One cup of the child's blood is enough to sustain it for a month or more.' Mia explains.
" So for this century pre-islamic Ghoul to be able to let's say hibernate? For a year.. it needs to drink pure blood.." Jodie paces back and fourth with her arms crossed.
"Yes."
" wait.. you said you've been tracking this thing for what? 15 years? Why are you so invested in hunting this thing? Don't get me wrong this monster needs a bullet to the head.. but why travel across half the world when you can get another hunter to track and kill it?"
Mia sighs. Not wanting to bring up the past. " it drained my two young brothers in their sleep then devoured what it wanted."
"O-oh. Mia I-I'm so sorry."
" So Sheriff Mills. Are you ready to catch this son-of-a-bitch?"
"As my good friend Donna Hanscome says.. you betcha."
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popping in here to say if you prefer to use tumblr and would like to plot with either samuel or ivana , leave a like or reply & i’ll come to you asap !
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A lil story I wrote
THE MAKING OF A GOD
In the private estate on 34th street, there lived 4 adopted children, all aged 16, named Kratos, Apollo, Vulcan, and Minerva. They dwelled there alongside their billionaire mother, Ivana Mikhailov. These children were not ordinary whatsoever. In fact, they were the exact opposite. Each child had a talent in which they excelled impossibly at. Kratos was an athlete. He could run faster than a cheetah, and could lift a regular car with one arm. Apollo was an artist. Someone could say how they feel and he’d know exactly how to paint that feeling. People always thought his paintings were real, like they could think and feel and breathe. Vulcan was an engineer. He could build a military aircraft capable of going MACH 16 out of a paperclip and a pencil. But, out of the four, Minerva was the most powerful. Because her power was her mind. Her mind was capable of unimaginable things, things you thought were myths until you met her. She was gifted with claircognizance, letting her know everything without any prior knowledge. She had also mastered telepathy, levitation, psychic surgery, remote viewing, and even astral projection. Her power scared people, even her brothers. Even her mother. Other than their inhuman abilities, they were pretty normal kids. They had friends, they went to school and parties, and they lived amongst the normal kids. They weren’t allowed to tell anyone of their abilities, so everyone just assumed they were extremely talented. Funny thing is, that’s what they were.
MINERVA
I woke up at exactly 4:00am, just like always. I’ve used an alarm a day in my life. I’ve just told my brain when to wake me up, and that’s what it does. I laid out a mat and sat in a lotus position. Breathing deeply, I let my mind drift into the alpha state. I felt my body lift off the mat and into the air, so I dropped my shoulders and began affirming my desires. I astrally projected out of my body and stepped outside to know the weather for today. 24 degrees celsius with a 12% windchill. 0.008975% chance of rain. 30 minutes and 38.437 seconds later, I came back to my body and did a 10 minute vinyasa yoga session. I went to the kitchen to have my usual breakfast; 2 eggs, one avocado, and a bowl of walnuts and blueberries with moringa tea. At 5:00:23, I joined Kratos in the fitness center. He was running on our 45 incline treadmill at 16 speed. He must be warming up. I sent him a telepathic message letting him know I was in there. Last time I startled him, he tried to punch me in my left eye. He stopped halfway towards my face when he remembered the telekinesis incident of 2018 (I dropped a dumbell on his head). “Sup, Minerva”, he yelled, with his booming man voice. “Morning”, I replied. I climbed onto the treadmill next to him and began to run at 7 speed. As time went by, the rest of the boys came in and joined our running sesh. Kratos was obviously running 40 times faster than us. At 6:02:56, we all stopped and parted ways to finish our routines. I showered, washed my hair, my face, and my body, then manifested my hair to be dry and blown out. I was too lazy to do it myself. I don’t wear makeup, frankly because I don’t need it. My eyelashes are already dark and long, my cheekbones are already prominent and glowy, and my lips are already full and hydrated. And yes, I manifested all of that, too. I put on my school uniform and got in the car at 7:10:39. I was the first one in, again, and Apollo was of course last. You never know when he will get a burst of creativity. I pull out my giant artist's journal from my backpack to do my morning 10 pages of writing. “What are you writing in your diary, Minnie?” Vulcan asked as he built a slingshot out of Kratos’ sweatband and Apollo’s sketching pencil. “I’m re-writing the rules of quantum physics based on my own experiments”, I replied, with every intention to boast. “Cool!” Apollo said, pulling an extra pencil out of his backpack. Apollo has always been my favorite. We’re both poets, both philosophers. Kratos and Vulcan never get what we talk about. Mainly because we talk to each other in French, and they can’t understand it.
“Je me demande ce que pensent et ressentent les animaux. Leur conscience est-elle aussi puissante que la nôtre, ou ne pensent-ils qu'à la nourriture et à la survie?” “Ils ont certainement une grande compréhension de ce qu'ils connaissent, mais en dehors de cela, non.” Vulcan chugged a plastic water bottle.“You know that water is jam-packed with fluoride, that shit fucks up your brain.” I warned. “Whatever, loser.” He replied. What an intellectual. “4,396.89.” “You didn’t Even let me say the question!” Kratos whined. “You know I can hear your thoughts, right?” I gloated. “You’re such a narcissist.” He shot back. I know very well that I am a narcissist. You’d be one, too if you were the most intelligent being to ever exist. I’ve gone to many therapists regarding my “issues” but all of them quit after the first session. Amateurs. We pulled up to the school at 8:26:21 and walked together into the school, in the order we always have. Kratos, Vulcan, Me, and Apollo all in horizontal line. Kratos’s footsteps made cracks in the pavement. Fat ass. We each went to our own sections of school. Vulcan to the engineering lab, Apollo to the art studio, Kratos with his jock posse, and me to the library. I’ve already read every book in there, so I just go there to think. “M!” I heard a familiar voice yell. It was my best friend, Nicolo. “Hey, Nico.” “What’s 2,000 times 67,896,231?” “135,792,462,000.” I replied almost immediately. “DAMMIT!” Did I mention he’s also a jock? Kratos came up behind him, along with the rest of the football team. They all had crushes on me, even Nico. Kratos has no idea. “Nico, stop macking on my sister.” “I’m not, bumfuck, we’re just talking.” Nico was smart. Really smart. Not as smart as me, obviously, but he’s smart for a normal person. He’s ashamed of it, though. He wants to fit in, to suck up to the jocks. I was the only one who knew who he really was. What was really going on in that mind of his. He doesn’t know my secret. My supernatural abilities, as my mom always says. He assumes that I’m just freakishly smart. The bell rang, and I got up. Nico graciously carried my backpack for me, and walked me to my first class, AP Statistics. Of course, I already knew all the material. I had to learn something, though. The rest of the school day was the same as the ones before. After school, I came home to a normal day in our house. The kitchen was clean, Kratos was working out, Apollo was painting on his walls, Vulcan was creating yet another booby trap to place in our house, and mom MIA. She hasn’t spoken to any one of us since we were 10, so we’ve kind of learned to fend for ourselves. Make our own breakfasts, drive ourselves to school, do our own dishes. Vulcan always asks me to manifest that Mom will talk to us, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I know why she isn’t talking to us. Because she’s scared. Scared of us. Scared of me. I went up to my room, and threw myself onto my bed. I wasn’t always this smart. Sure, I was born with my gifts, but they weren’t as developed as they are now. I had to train and train. Just like my siblings. We all have our own training programs that we’ve used ever since we were 14. While Vulcan’s and Apollo’s were more… laid back, Mine and Kratos’s were a little more intense (by a little I mean a lot). The training all kind of brought us together, like some struggle that we all shared.
I will not be writing more. Enjoy!
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