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ruiniel · 6 months

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Hey ho! Love you blog and writing so much!!! I wish I could write as well as you. They way you write Alucard is just magic ✨

I saw that you had asks open for Alucard and if it’s not too late I had a suggestion, maybe there’s one you might like?

Lisa never dies AU Alucard x Fem Human who’s come to study under Lisa. She’s already betrothed and there’s a lot of moral conflict on Adrian’s side as to whether he should confess to her. Reader is clueless but suffering as she feels her love for Alucard is unrequited. Could be smutty if you feel like it?

You're kind, we all have our interpretations, glad you enjoy mine enough to send an ask! Tried to incorporate most of what you wrote. Will be a longer one, here's what I have for Part I. Next part will have an Alucard POV.

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Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x fem!reader

Rating: T

Count: 2k

Tags & Warnings: Mutual pining, Romantic angst, Unresolved emotional tension, Second Person POV, Two people running from their feelings like their lives depend on it, for Reasons

I. Status quo

“Not yet. Wait five minutes longer.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you stammer, placing the beaker back in its place. The laboratory is silent today, with only you and Lisa and the clink of glass and hiss of flame. You’re working together, aiding the head physician of Belmont in an experiment she sustains will bring forth a new type of medicine that might revolutionize the treatment of infection.

Lisa smiles, always patient, and you feel all the more clumsy, and in all honesty rather useless.

Your mind’s just not in it today, and the reasons? Well.

There is no reason, there shouldn’t be. You’re content. You have someone by your side, to spend a life together. Your fleeting life, the thought beckons.

You bury down the thought of his voice, the patience he poured into teaching you the basics before his mother took you under her wing. It matters little now. You’ll pass this apprenticeship and you’ll always find work, in any place, away from the agony that takes hold whenever you meet his eyes lately.

“Are you all right?” your tutor asks, and you shake your head, annoyed at yourself.

“Yes, I...”

“Drifted away, I know what that’s like all too well,” Lisa adds with a smile, her attention back to her working table. “After all, we’re only human, aren’t we?”

“Yes...” Only human.

How stupid is it to think he would ever look at you that way? Your friendship at least endures, and he does not know.

“Mother?”

You bite the inside of your cheek at the voice, listening to the footsteps drawing near, the tread you’d recognize anywhere.

“My dear?” Lisa asks.

Adrian pauses somewhere between your working stations. “I need a gauze and disinfectant. Sara fell during one of their usual games by the river and now sports a gash the size of Belmont’s ego.”

“Of course,” she turns to you. “Darling please will you show Adrian where we moved the supplies?”

You freeze, still with your back turned, wanting to appear busy. The dome is silent again, and the faraway laughter of children can be heard through the open windows.

He doesn’t say your name, merely waits as you face him, slowly. You’ve seen less and less of him in the past month, and you yearn to look. I have someone. Someone worthy. This would never work, him and I, even if he did... “This way,” you say, your manner betraying nothing as you disappear among the many stacked shelves of the laboratory storage area. You’ve had plenty of practice in that respect, after all.

You find the section hosting the necessary items and reach for the sliding stairs nearby while Adrian busies himself momentarily with an open tome lying on one of the tables.

“What are you doing?” comes the softly spoken question.

“I’m... retrieving what you asked for?” If there’s irritation in your tone, you can’t be bothered to hide it.

“That wasn’t necessary. After all, I could get them myself, without the use of—”

“Yes, I know, but now I’m already up here,” you say while struggling to reach for a roll of bandages.

“Careful!” Adrian warns, but your boot’s already slipped on the well-worn wood and for a second you feel the relentless pull of gravity, and your fall.

Next you know—

You’re held none-too-gently against Adrian, the grasp of his hold crushing your ribcage as you try to breathe. Without realizing you’re clutching at the folds of his loose cotton shirt, knuckles pressed into the bare skin below his collarbone.

You dare not meet his eyes, struggling even as he places you on your feet, your heart a mess.

“I told you I can get them myself,” he says with due exasperation. His back is already turned, and he pushes the stairs aside, rising to the intended spot.

You open your mouth to speak but can think of nothing to say that would be in any way useful. You should thank him, but decide against lingering. He seems to be in a strange mood today—better to retreat and so you do, finding your way back to the other side where his mother is still noting down proportions. Stiffly you walk, fingers curling against the imprint of familiar warmth at their tips.

You wish it could be like before, between the two of you. Why does it feel like treason each time you meet his eyes, choking on your emotions like rags being forced down your throat?

I shouldn’t be wasting time on this.

And so you try to follow suit, heeding that sensible thought and smiling at Lisa as you reach her.

Two weeks prior

Your legs dangle in the air as you sit on the stony battlement with your gaze cast towards the forest beyond, sunken in thought. This is a time of celebration, but the reminder only makes you quirk your mouth tiredly and with some amount of distaste. It is a chilly night, made colder by the harsh winds reaching from the West. You’d forgotten to take your cloak, and now hug yourself to warm your prickling skin. Below, the townsfolk are steeped in song, drink, and merriment.

You sigh. At least there is peace to be had up here. You’d left needing solitude, and so disappeared from the eyesight of any who might wonder. As luck has it, your friends, trapped in their own wiles and enjoyment, had scarcely noticed your departure. Things were already animated in the groves surrounding the village, and voices raised in joyous song dimly reach you from afar. Even Adrian had been indulging in the fragrant honey wine offered for the occasion, despite his otherwise restrained manner.

You frown. Yes, Adrian. Your friend, your dearest friend, with his sunset gaze aglow from the bonfires, cast on you like melting gold, and burning just as much.

You wonder at these rather trying new thoughts, and why in recent years such things come to your notice as they had not in the past. He always held to himself and seems utterly disinterested in matters of the heart. Tonight, however, he’d been no less than gallant and, from what you could tell, eagerly inclined towards conversation.

You bring your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around them, lost in the shy moon rays peeking from torn clouds streaking the sky. You don’t know how much time had passed, and late realize someone approaches. You don’t turn to see who it is, not until you hear a shift of material, and breathe the scent you know too well.

Adrian fluidly sits down by your side, leaning back with his palms propped against the stone.

Your heartbeat is ruthless, but still you do not turn. He’s so near you feel a few gilded strands touch your cheek as the winds blow them in this direction and that.

He follows the sight of that same moon, now layering a silvery grin over castle and forest. “I’ve never known one to flee a festivity so early.”

You snort. “Some of us tire faster.” Odd, you’d been joyful indeed and eager as the day began, and now a ragged mood confuses you more than anything.

When you should be happy.

You feel warmth, and realize Adrian’s undone his coat, placing it around your shoulders, over your hunched form.

You don’t move, do nothing to fasten the material around yourself, either. It has something of him warming you from head to toe. What you fail to place is the sweet ache as you drink in his scent, nearly sighing aloud. “What are you doing here?”

Adrian looks your way, an eyebrow raised. “You disappeared. I wanted to see that you were well.”

“But how did you know it was me?” You don’t usually come here, and had deliberately avoided any of the places he knows you frequent.

Adrian stares long at the moonlit sky. “I would know you anywhere.” His voice holds that same unflinching honesty, a simple truth for him.

Rather dizzy, your words still come bitten at the edges. “I’m fine. Of course. Now I believe your curiosity is satisfied?”

A gentle hand is placed on your arm, but immediately withdrawn. Somehow, the gesture angers you. It shouldn’t.

“...what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” you stare away, into the black horizon. “Why would anything be wrong?”

Adrian says nothing, and a part of you hopes he’d leave you to your misery. The other hopes he doesn’t.

“You’ve always been a terrible liar,” he tilts his head to look at you.

You grumble something unintelligible.

“That is good to know,” he teases, while reaching inside his tunic to retrieve an object. “This, also, was part of the reason I was searching for you.”

Now you truly wish he would go, but you cannot see your days without him for a while now, and worry over what Adrian would think if he knew.

“Will you sulk or look?”

Annoyed, you set your gaze on his palm; your eyes go wide. “What... is this?”

Adrian holds the pendant up for you to see better. “A gift, for the sulky one. Did you think I’d forgotten today was your birthday?”

You stare at the piece, shining with a light of its own. The chain is so slight one could barely tell it was there, and a small, round pendant of iridescent moonstone glows against his pale hand.

“You mean, for...” Words fail as your eyes meet his. His smile is small and sweet, and you wonder what it would taste like before hot tingles creep up your neck, reaching all the way to your cheeks. “Thank you, this is... this is kind. You know I don’t…”

“May I?”

You catch his meaning and so turn with your back to him, his coat falling from your shoulders, looking down to see the stone nestled in the hollow of your neck. You bite on the inside of your lip when his fingers touch your skin to fasten the pendant and when you turn to face him again, a smile beyond your will pulls at your lips. “I… it’s beautiful. Thank… you.”

His hands are curled in his lap as Adrian breaks your gaze. He shakes his head. “Listen, I—”

No. You can’t, you can’t hear whatever other pleasantries he has to say. What is this? Why is he doing this now, kindly gestures like crumbs to feed the thing within you that suddenly is ravening, yearning for something that frightens you, that you’ve finally set to rest?

“Adrian.”

He looks at you then, and you stare at each other for so long you don’t even know when you’d begun to shiver with the cold again.

“Yes?”

“As of next week, I am betrothed. To Matei.”

He is still watching you, not a line changing on his face. “That is wonderful. Matei, is it?” A pondering smile. “I’ve seen the two of you together often, but did not want to presume.” Silence falls between you. The smile is frozen on his face. “Where is he, though?”

There used to be a time when there were no secrets, no strangeness. You look down, touching the gem at the base of your neck. “Still not returned from Brașov.” A change of topic is in order, though you know Adrian has never been one to pry, and so would not ask more.

Yes, Matei is a good man. He’s kind and honorable, and has a knack for making one forget their woes. It’s a good decision. It has to be. “It feels right,” you murmur anyway. Then why does this hurt?

“Are you happy?” Adrian asks, rising and leaning on the stone edge with his elbows. The question is soft, but his voice lacks the warmth from earlier—maybe it’s your imagination.

A stray cloud mists over the moon, and the night grows darker around you. “It feels right,” you repeat stupidly, suddenly needing to be away as you rise from your place. “I should go inside, it’s gotten so much colder…” You drop his coat. “Again, I thank you for your gift.”

Adrian does not move from his place, his loose hair shielding his expression. “It was gladly given. And—congratulations.”

You nod in thanks though he does not see it, wait for a moment longer. He sketches nothing, having fallen into a reverie it seems, and everyone has the right to solitude. “Good night, Adrian,” you turn on your heel and walk briskly to reach the door, not looking back.

Part II

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pazzesco · 5 months

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🎨 Frida Kahlo

Frida Kahlo - My Grandparents, My Parents and Me, 1936

Wedding portrait of Matilde Calderón and Guillermo Kahlo, February 21, 1898

On July 6, 1907, Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo Calderón, the third daughter of the Kahlo Calderón family, is born in Coyoacán.

(left) Frida Kahlo at the age of four, 1911 (right) Frida at the age of five, 1912

At the age of six, Frida contracts polio. As a result, her right leg will be short and thin. Nevertheless, Frida is a restless, active child. Her father encourages her to do sports to strengthen her right leg.

1922 - Frida wants to study Medicine, so she enrolls in the National Preparatory School. She is one of thirty-five girls in a student body of 2,000 boys. At that time, to help her family, Frida works at a lumberyard, recording entries and exits. In her father’s photographic studio, she also learns how to color photos by hand with a brush.

1924 - The political climate becomes complicated with an uprising against president Álvaro Obregón. Frida’s mother, concerned about the lack of security, prohibits her from going to school.

Frida cannot see her boyfriend, Alejandro Gómez Arias, and cannot attend classes.

Frida Kahlo - Portrait of her boyfriend, Alejandro Gómez Arias, 1928

1925 - On September 17, Frida is seriously injured in a traffic accident. The bus she was riding with Alejandro was unable to slow down and was struck by a streetcar. Frida spends a month in the Red Cross hospital, where her older sister, Matilde, visits her.

Matilde Kahlo Calderón, 1917

Matilde, Frida’s older sister. Matilde will take care of Frida when she is sick and will oversee the correspondence with various physicians.

1926- Frida paints her first self-portrait.

1927 - Frida recovers enough to resume her social life. She continues to paint, now to earn money to help her parents pay her medical bills.

Frida Kahlo - Portrait of Miguel N. Lira, 1927

Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera on their wedding day, August 21, 1929

Frida weds Diego in the town council of Coyoacán. She is 22 and the muralist is slightly more than twenty years older. Frida’s mother is of the idea that the marriage is the union of “an elephant and a dove.”

The Bus, 1929

Frida alludes to her accident in the painting The Bus, where she also depicts social classes in Mexico in the early twentieth century.

Diego pays off the mortgage that Guillermo Kahlo had taken out on the family home, and he puts the residence in Frida’s name. Her parents continue to live there.

1931 - Frida paints Frieda and Diego Rivera, which represents their wedding.

1932 - In Self-Portrait (on the Border between Mexico and the United States), Frida positions herself on an imaginary borderline, split between two realities: that of her country, where nature and traditions thrive, but that is also critical, and the visión of the neighboring country, dominated by machines and industrialization.

1933 - Frida paints My Dress Hangs Here during her stay in New York, while Diego tries to complete the controversial Rockefeller Center mural. In this canvas, Frida uses paint and newspaper and magazine clippings to form an avant-garde collage critical of reality.

Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera in the home of Luther Burbank, California, 1931

Portrait of Luther Burbank, 1931

Between 1937 and 1938 Frida does 20 paintings—more than she had ever painted in a single year—many of which she exhibits in New York. Ixcuhintli [sic] Dog with Me is one of those works. Noteworthy is the dark-colored dress in the portrait and the cigarette in her hand, still considered a male privilege at that time.

1939 - In her canvas What the Water Has Given Me, Frida fills a bathtub with symbols to show her life experiences. Roots, a dress, a volcano, birds, insects, a building, her parents, a corpse float in an aquatic world, full of intellectual riddles/puzzles. Her ailment is portrayed in the wound in her right foot.

1942 - President Manuel Ávila Camacho commissions Frida to paint a still life for the dining room of the official residence. However, the first lady, Ana Soledad Orozco, finds the canvas overly suggestive and returns it to the artist.

Frida Kahlo seated at/on the Casa Azul pyramid with her Self-Portrait as Tehuana or Diego on My Mind, 1943

Frida again exhibits her work in the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York, in the heart of Manhattan, and one of the foremost museums in the United States.

1943 - Roots

1945 - Frida paints the canvas Moses or The Birth of the Hero, after having read the book by the renowned psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud: Moses and Monotheism. Engineer José Domingo Lavín Revilla, Frida’s friend and patron, had lent her the volumen and asked her to paint her own interpretation. In this work, despite its small format, Kahlo imitates the layout of the mural painting. The canvas will be displayed in 1946 at the Palacio de Bellas Artes, in Mexico City, with the title Nuclear Sun.

1946 - Tree of Hope, Remain Strong

1949 - In My Family (unfinished), Frida draws the genealogical tree of her maternal ancestors, of Mexican origin, and her paternal family, of Hungarian-German ancestry. By this time, the painter’s parents had already died and in the canvas they join the grandparents in a cloud in the sky. Kahlo also portrays her sisters and includes the enigmatic presence of a baby, perhaps Frida’s brother who died before she was born.

‘Frida Kahlo’s desk’, Mexico City, Gisele Freund, 1950

Frida paints Portrait of My Father, Guillermo Kahlo, using a photo of her father in his youth as a reference point.

On July 13, 1954, at the age of 47, Frida dies.

Days before her death, in her canvas with watermelons, she writes the phrase “Viva la Vida” (Long Live Life), thus naming the work and leaving a final testimony to her resilience and hope.

#frida #frida kahlo #diego rivera #Guillermo Kahlo #Matilde kahlo #cliff clavin #Viva la Vida #portraits #Moses #rockefeller center #california #mexico #mexican #luther burbank

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octuscle · 5 months

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I'm sorry for disturbing you, but I cant anymore... Im so bad at everything... its so funny. I have nothing special about, me I'm not good at anything, not even in the games I play all the time, that make up almost 99% of my life or the work I do even as a nurse I do everything wrong... Im Bi, but even that way I can't get anyone off, especially women... That wouldn't be so bad but even the men on Grindr don't answer me. Guess im really ugly. please get me out of this shitty life. I do everything all around the world. Please just get me out of this crappy life in Germany...

Dude, did a barbell fall on your head while you were lifting iron? You should urgently get yourself checked out. Or are you having a crisis right now and need a few compliments to boost your ego? But here too, I would ask why?

You're a sought-after orthopaedist and sports physician. Assistant at the Institute for Circulatory Research and Sports Medicine at the Sports University in Cologne. And team doctor at the local rugby club, where you used to play yourself.

Bad at everything? I'm really laughing my ass off! Whether as an athlete, a doctor or a scientist, you are successful everywhere. Whether in your medical practice or at university, the size of your cock and your skills in bed are legendary among men and women. And please don't get the facts wrong: YOU don't answer to anyone on Grindr. You find it boring anyway. You'd rather roam the bars around the gay Bermuda Triangle and shag whatever suits your fancy either directly on the toilet or in some hotel room. You don't take anyone home with you. You only share your large apartment in the magnificent pre-war building with your boxer dog and no one else.

Found your pic @uniformincar

#submission #male tf #male transformation #muscle tf #muscle transformation #reality change

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nationwidechildrenshospital · 6 months

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"I had fantastic mentors as a pediatric resident who encouraged me to pursue a subspecialty in sports medicine. It’s a natural fit for my personality and interests. My background as a dancer and dealing with my own share of injuries allows me to better relate to young athletes."

Megan Liberty, Physician, Sports Medicine

#Megan #Liberty #Physician #Sports Medicine #Dancer #Athletes #Injuries

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barcalover86 · 11 months

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Your mute (only talk to your younger sister), you work at Barca as a sports medicine physician. Pedri, always tries to talk to you, however you never answer back, despite that you can always write your answer down, however, you don’t like getting attach, since you have trust issues (due to past trauma, with friends and family). One day you bring your younger sister, since no one can watch her. She ends up lost, however you’d unaware, but Pedri finds her and immediately knows that that is your sister, since you guys look alike. You the realize that your sister is missing and search for her. You then tell for her all around the building until your find her with Xavi and the guys at practice, you run to her and tell her to never do that again. Once you get up you realize everyone, including Pedri are in shock for hearing you speak for the first time. Later on, Pedri tries to speak to you, however, you go silent again, but he is still determined to hear your voice.

PEDRI ONE SHOT

Summary: You don't want to speak, being afraid that you will get attached. One day, you lose your sister at your work and find it where the barca's players were training, and then Pedri hears your voice for the first time.

fluff and angst

Thank you so much for your request. Enjoy

After you left your country with your mom and little sister, Sofia, because of your abusive dad, you went to Barcelona. You loved football since you were a little child, and your dream was to work at Fc Barcelona, your favourite team. After a lot of work and a little luck, short-long story, you managed to work there as a sports medicine physician.

Not many football players were going to you when they needed help with recovery or wanted to make sure everything was alright with their muscles because you, being new there, they wouldn't trust you. They were going to your boss, who worked there for 30 years.

One day, when all began, Pedro Gonzalez, the famous footballer that everybody love, had to go to your office because your boss wasn't at work. When you first saw him, you really admired his beauty.

"Bon dia, señorita" he politely said to you while you smiled and nodded to him. You were happy that eventually someone went and asked for your help.

You showed him with your hand a chair, and he sat down. After a while of no one saying anything, he finally spoke.

"Bien, entonces tengo un problema en mi apretado. Me duele mucho cuando empiezo a correr y tengo muchas ganas de jugar el próximo partido." (Ok, so I have a problem in my tight. It hurts a lot when I start running and I really want to play the next game.)

You went to a bed near your medical stuff, and one again showed him to sit down. When he laid down, you asked with your eyes if you could touch him. He totally understood you and nodded.

He was wearing training shorts, but you had to raise them a little so that you could have enough space. He felt uncomfortable, and you noticed, pulling the shorts as down as you could so you could see the hurt muscle.

"No, está bien" he said quickly, raising the shorts again.

He had great leg muscles, and you thought that he really ran a lot in his life. You touched the hurt muscle, and he groaned loudly. Ouch, it doesn't look so good. He saw your worried face and asked what it is.

You took a piece of paper, writing down the prescription. You gave him some lotion that he had to put 2 times per day and some painkillers.

"Oh, gracias. Puedo ir a entrenar ahora?" (Can I go to training now?)

Your eyes widened.

"Que?" he asked confused.

You took hardly the paper from his hands and wrote down that he had to stay out for at least 3 weeks.

"Estás bromeando??? 3 semanas!!! No es tan malo, verdad?" (Are you kidding??? 3 weeks!!! It's not that bad, is it?) he desperately asked you.

You wanted to write down your answer, but he stopped you.

"Puedes decírmelo, lo recordaré. No necesitas escribirlo." (You can tell me, I'll remember. You don't need to write it down.)

You stopped for a second.

"Por favor, háblame" (talk to me)

You couldn't talk. Your family was the only people who knew your voice. Since your dad abused you, you started to be insecure. He used to tell you that the only thing you do is talk shit, so since then, you haven't spoken. All your friends betrayed you, so your trust was really at your lowest right now.

You turned around and showed his door to him. He looked worried and confused but didn't want to make you feel bad, so he left as you wished.

He was so confused. Why didn't you talk to him? Didn't you like him at all? Did he make you uncomfortable?

When he told his teammates about it, they were also confused.

"Ella es al menos bonita?" (Is she at least pretty?" Pablo Toree asked Pedri

Pedri only smiled at him.

"Ooo, alguien esta enamorado" teased Gavi (someone's in love).

"No, no exageres" the boy smiled at the think of you. He really find you pretty and wanted so bad to hear your voice, so the next day he went again to you.

Of course, you didn't talk. The only way to understand eachother was to write down your thoughs.

He went every day to your office for 4 weeks until he started to get better. He loved your company, and you also loved spending time with him. You showed him exercises that were helping with his recovery, and he did all the time more sets just to see your face more.

After you wrote to him that his recovery session was done, he felt sad. Of course he wanted to join the trainings with his teammates, but not having a reason to see your face was devastating his soul. He started to feel something for you. He enjoyed your company more than anyone's.

It's been 1 week since you two didn't see each other. You also felt sad because you missed him as well. Your sister was asking you for months to take her with you to your job. You finally accepted her.

When she saw where the amazing barca players were training, she started to cheer up. She was so happy that you couldn't help smiling.

"Chill, hermanita" you laughed.

"Estoy muy feliz, y/n" she said in a baby voice. She was only 12 years old, 8 years younger than you. You loved her a lot. You wanted to help her be happier than you have been when you were a child.

While you were showing Sofia the place, you received a message from your boss where he told you that he needed your help with a document and wanted you to read it and say your opinion on it until tomorrow morning. You opened the document to see some really bad injury. "Ouch" you thought. That must be really painful.

While you were looking at it, Sofia disappeared. You started to panick. You called her name and went everywhere to look out for her, but she wasn't anywhere.

After some time, you heard her laugh. You looked around to see her with Pedri, Balde, Ferran and Jordi.

"Sofi, me asustaste! Qué te he dicho? No me dejes!" you shouted at her (You scared me! What have I told you? Do not leave me!)

You didn't even realise that you spoke around the players. They all looked at Pedri, who was insistently looking at you with wide eyes. He heard your voice for the first time, and somehow, his heart melted at the touch of your voice. Even if you were angry at your sister, he absolutely loved your voice.

"Lo siento mucho y gracias!" you said and left them with your sister looking angry at her. She smiled innocently at you, and you couldn't stay mad at her. After all, she was your sister, your little sister.

All day long, pedri's teammates teased him. He couldn't stop thinking about your voice so the next day, he went to your office.

"Hola, y/n" he said being shy.

You smiled at him. Your heart was beating so fast because all night you couldn't sleep because of your thoughts. You didn't even realise that you spoke. And not only to one person, but 4!!!

He sat down in front of you. He waited for you to speak first. He waited 5 minutes until he decided to tell his thoughts.

"No sé tu vida pasada, no sé por lo que pasaste en esta vida, pero quiero saber. Quiero ser la persona a la que le dices lo que piensas. Quiero conocerte y tal vez es demasiado pronto y no quiero asustarte, pero así es como me siento. Mi corazón llama tu nombre. Tu toque es mi terapia y cuando no te veía, lloraba todas las noches. Te extrañé y hoy, cuando vi tu hermoso rostro, mi corazón explotó de felicidad. Quiero escuchar tu risa y tus gritos. Quiero gritarme solo para poder escuchar ttu voz, porque mi querido medica, estoy enamorado de tu. Eres como una música para mí." he said, almost crying. (I don't know your past life, I don't know what you went through in this life, but I want to know. I want to be the person you tell what's on your mind. I want to know you and maybe it's too soon and I don't want to scare you but that's how I feel. My heart calls your name. Your touch is my therapy, and when I didn't see you, I cried every night. I missed you, and yesterday, when I saw your beautiful face, my heart exploded with happiness. I want to hear your laughter and your screams and cries. I want you to shout at me just so I can hear your voice, because my dear doctor, I'm in love with you. You are like music to me.)

You felt getting emotionaly. You didn't know what to say, so you touched his hand. He smiled, but when you removed your hand and stayed silent, he started to tear up, his heart broking.

You were so scared to feel love. You didn't know if it existed, because of your parents. Seeing him cry in front of you, made you so sad and not even understanding why.

His hands went to his face to cover his tears. He stood up and walked to open the door to leave, until you said to him to wait.

"Esperar!"

He stopped immediately and smiled sadly at your voice. It was so beautiful.

You went to him, took his hand in yours and brought yourselfs to the couch. You kissed one of his tears and put your head on his shoulder.

He wanted to wait for you to trust him so he would do anything to make you his. Enjoying your moment now and hoping for many more in the future.

I really hope you like this. It took me some hours.

NOT MY GIF!

#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #pedri gonzalez #pedri fluff #pedri fanfic #pedri/gavi #pedri one shot #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri headcanon

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daisymintt · 8 months

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I have too many ideas for Merlin fics so I’m just gonna dump them here, if you write one please tag me I’d love to read it!

• Arthur is seen as a traitor to the crown and is about to be killed when Merlin saves him and they go on the run and become some of the most well known bandits in Camelot, the Fallen Prince and his Warlock (inspired by Americano by Lady Gaga)

• A beast that feeds off magic goes to Camelot and takes Merlin, Arthur and the Knights embark on a rescue mission

• A visiting Noble introduces a new “sport” to Uther, sorcerer hunting. In which a captured sorcerer is released into the woods with only the clothes on their back and are hunted down by knights and specially trained hounds. Intrigued, he partakes of this “sport”. Merlin is disgusted and goes into the forest to help them escape only to become the prey. Will he be able to keep his magic secret? Or will he be doomed?

• Merlin on the run inspired by the song Run Boy Run

• Rumor Has It/Rumor Mill, a bunch of different rumors start cropping up in Camelot varying from absurd to believable

• A visiting Lady takes a shine to Merlin, Arthur gets jealous.

• Arthur and Merlin are on a hunting trip and stop at a tavern. While there they overhear a local ghost story about an ghost that of a Lady who lived in the manor up the street. Her husbands kept dying “mysteriously” and she went mad with grief. They say the manor is haunted. Merlin takes it seriously and Arthur teases him about, later they go to the abandoned manor and have an encounter with the ghost. Get trapped in the manor. The ghost carries a bloody hatchet. Nearly takes Arthur’s head off. Similar to Constance Hatchaway.

• Stardust AU

• Arthur follows in his dad’s footsteps and sets out to kill the last Druid, a boy called Emrys. Little did he know that his friend Merlin was that druid. Inspo: Still/Neva Flows Reprise

• 1920’s America Merlin runs a speakeasy

• Gaius is away dealing with an outbreak of sweating sickness at a border town leaving Merlin as acting Court Physician while he’s away.

- A visiting Nobel lady goes into labor, Merlin has to help her.

• Merlin catches a cold yet refuses to stop working, his magic is also affected. Every time he sneezes something magical happens leaving chaos in his wake. His magic stops reacting when he Gaius sneaks him a sleeping draught mixed with some cold medicine (or at least the medieval equivalent that addresses the symptoms), Arthur not so subtly frets about Merlin’s wellness.

• Merlin overextends his magic and when he gets back to Camelot he tries to do a small spell and it doesn’t work, discovers he has a “Sorcerers Cold” it doesn’t affect the physical body but the magical one. In other words, how magic is on the fritz until he can get some proper rest.

• Last Night Gus episode where they super drunk and wake up in weird places. They spend the day trying to piece together what happened last night

• A sorcerer disguised themselves as Merlin to get close to Arthur

• A shapeshifter that appears as your hearts greatest desire appears as Merlin to Arthur and lures him into a trap, Merlin has to save him. Classic who’s the real Merlin scenario where Arthur has to ask a question that only the real Merlin would know the answer too.

• A vampire arrives in Camelot.

• Merlin’s shadow has the wings of a dragon, Arthur notices

• Merlin and Arthur have been arguing over something for a while now, Leon is tired of being stuck in the middle of it and traps them in a room. He refuses to let them come out until they figure out whatever they’re fighting about. (Ten minutes in the closet trope)

• A drunk Merlin finds himself in Arthur’s room, Arthur takes care of him. Merlin is very affectionate when drunk. (Inspo: bad idea right? By Olivia Rodrigo)

• Merlin and Morgana are friends and Arthur is jealous of there close bond, Arthur thinks that they’re courting and confronts Merlin about it.

• Morgana or someone casts a spell while the knights, Arthur, and Merlin are asleep on a quest that joins their dreams together. Merlin is very skittish afraid that he may accidentally reveal his magic. Inspo: A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill! Season 2 episode 19 of Ducktales.

• 5 weird places Merlin has fallen asleep and one not so weird one (it’s Arthur’s bed)

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99% | Isaac McAdoo

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pairing - Isaac x Hughes!reader word count - 1,758 warnings - !! Ted Lasso Season 3 Episodes 8 and 9 spoilers !! A/N - I feel like no one reads Ted Lasso fics (or at least no one out there is writing them) but I got this thought when I watched the most recent episode and it was going to sit with me if I didn't just write it so here we are

summary - Colin needs Isaac, and as the former's twin and the latter's girlfriend, isn't it your job to step in?

Growing up, your friends did not understand how you and Colin could be so close. Sure, he was your twin, but you two were drastically different, and you knew that, but you couldn’t really explain it. Brother or not -twin or not- Colin was your best friend. You told each other everything.

Still, when he told you he was gay, you’d be lying if you said you saw it coming.

You always thought it was weird when people with gay siblings say, I always knew or I had a feeling. It’s not like Colin had a sign above him that said GAY in big bright letters. He was just Colin.

You were both 16 when he told you. He had gotten scouted by Cardiff City and was understandably nervous. You could see all the signs of his anxiety as you helped him pack to move closer to the club. It seemed like the confession had tumbled out of him, like he shocked himself by telling you. Tears were pooling in his eyes, and you just cocked your head to the side to study him for a moment. Then, you nodded and gave him an upside down smile, and shrugged. “Okay.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Okay?” he repeated, to which you nodded.

“Yeah,” you said. “Okay. Thanks for telling me.” You tossed him one of his t-shirts to pack away and smiled. “I love you.” A tear fell from his eye, but he brushed it away quickly and smiled wide.

“I love you, too.”

Over the years, your relationship only got stronger. You ended up going to school for sports medicine and became AFC Richmond’s team physician a few years after Colin joined the team. It was nice working so closely with him, and you loved all of the players like family.

Except Isaac.

You couldn’t say you loved him like family because you were in love with him. The two of you started dating about a year into your time working with the team. You felt like your life was pure bliss. Every day you got to work with your brother -who also happened to be your best friend- and your boyfriend. Not many people were that lucky. And for a long time, things were basically perfect.

Sure, Colin had some ups and downs with the team, but with Zava gone and him starting again, things were really looking up.

And then, the hack. And Isaac found out Colin was gay.

Not only did he stop talking to your brother, but he stopped talking to you too. Your own boyfriend was ghosting you. It was like he had this need to distance himself from the whole Hughes family, and while you couldn’t understand it, Colin asked you to leave it alone.

“I don’t like seeing you like this,” you said to him, cross-legged on his bed in front of him. “I know you’re hurt.”

“Of course I’m hurt,” he said with a scoff, “but I’m not going to corner him and force him to talk to me.” He stared absentmindedly across the room. “Isaac could kick my ass if he wanted to.”

“He would never.”

“But he could,” Colin said with a wag of his finger. “And that, little sister, is the problem.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. “12 minutes, Colin. 12 minutes.” He laughed and shook his head, then grew serious again. “I’m asking you to leave it alone, (Y/N), okay?” he said.

You sighed, your own smile fading, and nodded. “Okay.”

It was hard for you to sit back in silence, because you saw how massive of a prick Isaac was to Colin, on and off the pitch. You wanted to slap him. To tell him to cut it out. To remind him that your brother needed him now more than ever. But you loved Colin, so you kept your mouth shut.

Then came the match against Brighton.

It was clear the team was all out of sorts with Isaac’s head so out of the game. It was hard to watch from the sidelines, and it was even harder to listen to the fans heckling them the entire time. One fan in particular somehow managed to carry his voice over the entire crowd, and you could see in Isaac’s eyes that it was getting to him, especially as they walked off the pitch.

And then, you heard it. The f-slur.

Colin’s shoulders dropped, and Isaac’s head snapped in the direction of the stands. And he lost his shit. He pushed his way through the crowd and charged the heckler, grabbing his shirt in his fist and screaming in his face. When the red card was waved and Roy managed to get him out of the stands, you followed him and the rest of the team back to the locker room.

The room was silent, save for Isaac’s huffing. You tried to lock eyes with Colin, but his head was down. Ted looked around, waiting for someone -presumably Isaac- to speak, but when no one did, he said, “Sure, no, I’ll kick it off. Isaac, what the hell happened?”

His chest heaved as he lifted a finger. “One of our fans said some ignorant shit!”

“Okay,” Ted said, then stammered out, “What’d they say?” Isaac waved a hand dismissively before hanging his head again.

“I heard it,” Sam said. “He said the f-word.” Confusion carried over the team, including Ted himself, who was now so accustomed to the way football fans threw curses around, he didn't understand why that word would bother Isaac.

“Fuck?” Jamie said.

“No,” Sam said. “The other f-word.”

Jamie’s eyes widened. “Oh, fuck.”

Everyone made various noises of understanding, and you finally managed to catch Colin’s gaze. He looked away quickly though.

“If it helps,” Higgins said, “the fan has been removed.” He paused. “And I apologize for my dad.” The team looked at him incredulously, and his smile dropped. “Sorry, not the time for jokes,” he said. “Ugh, read the room, Leslie.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Ted said. “I get it. Um, Isaac, look, what that guy said? Inexcusable, alright? But man-” He chuckled lightly, a little awkwardly. “-your reaction to it ain’t gonna be taught in any Tibetan monasteries anytime soon. You know what I’m saying?”

Isaac looked like he was on the verge of screaming, breaking something, or bursting into tears. And you hated it.

“Yeah, now we’re one man down,” Jan Maas said. The team started to mutter various agreements.

“Yeah, Isaac,” Sam said, “come on, man. It’s nothing we haven’t heard before.”

Colin had heard it his whole life. And that wasn’t fair.

“Exactly,” Jamie said. “It’s just poopy. Ignore it, man.”

And then, Isaac snapped.

“Ignore it?” he shouted, standing up from the bench. “I don’t want to fucking ignore it. What if one of us is gay? Huh?”

You had never heard the locker room so silent.

“We shouldn’t have to deal with this shit!”

The team watched with wide eyes as Isaac ripped off the captain's band, threw it at Sam, and stormed out of the room. Ted looked like he was about to follow him, then Roy held up a hand to stop him, implying he would go, but you were already out the door instead, and every member of AFC Richmond knew not to cross your path when you were on a mission.

You found Isaac in the kit room, crying. He looked up when he heard the door open, and quickly put his head in his hands when he saw it was you. You quietly walked over to him and sat beside him, keeping only a small amount of distance between the two of you. You allowed him to be the first to speak, whenever he was ready.

He sniffed. “Do you know?”

You nodded, your hands folded on your lap. “Yeah. I know. I’ve known for a while.”

He sniffed again and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. “He lied to me.”

You sighed and shook your head, putting your hand on his cheek and prompting him to look up at you. “You know I love you,” you told him, “but can you take a step outside of yourself for a second, babes?” His eyebrows furrowed deeply. “Can’t you imagine how scared he is?”

“But it’s me, innit?” he said. “Why’s he scared of me?”

“It’s not about you, Isaac,” you said.

“Then what’s it about?”

“That’s not a question you should be asking me.”

Isaac frowned and dropped his head to his hands again.

“All I’m saying is, there aren’t any openly gay players currently in the premier league,” you reminded him. “Think about what he must be feeling every single day.” You put your hand on his upper back and dragged your nails across his kit gently. “You’re his best friend. He needs you right now.” You kissed his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. “And you can’t be there for him if you’re kicked off the team and arrested for assault.” He scoffed and shook his head before looking up at you again, a fraction of a smile on his lips.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too.”

“I’m sorry for being a dick to your brother.”

You shrugged. “I’m not the one who needs the apology.”

Things happened fast after the game. You didn’t really get to talk to Colin, as badly as you wanted to, but you could tell something was different. He seemed lighter. The team seemed closer. Sure, they had won the game, and Colin had been the main reason, but it felt like more than that. And your suspicions were confirmed when you texted him later that night.

You okay?

Colin: I told the team

(Y/N): Shit. Do you wanna talk about it?

Colin: I’m okay, little sister. They’re good teammates

Before you could respond, he texted you again.

Colin: Isaac came over. Told me what you guys talked about

(Y/N): I’m sorry. I know I swore I wouldn’t interfere

Colin: It’s okay. We talked it out. Everything’s all good

You smiled and typed a fast reply.

(Y/N): I love you

Colin: Love you too

Colin told you later about the speech Ted had given to the team, and as convoluted as it might’ve been, you knew where his heart was. You loved Colin, and while his sexuality didn’t change how much you loved him, you did care. And now, his whole team did too. Especially his best friend.

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Kindness Improves Your Health - Access Health Care Physicians

Have you ever pulled up to a drive-thru window to pay for your coffee only to find out that the person in front of you already paid for your order? Has a stranger held the door open for you when your hands were full? Didn't these experiences make you feel good?

Small random acts of kindness make lasting impressions on us and can also be beneficial to our health!

Ways to Practice Kindness

Whenever you share a random act of kindness with a friend, family member, or even a stranger, it has a contagious positive effect. Kindness is one of the best gifts you can give anyone, and it doesn't cost a penny. You don't need to spend a lot of money (or even any at all) to make someone feel special.

Here are a few ways you can offer random acts of kindness, and most of these are absolutely FREE!

Smile at a stranger.

Hold the door open for someone.

Give a detailed compliment to a cashier or even someone walking by.

Donate clothing or necessary items to a local shelter.

Drop off books, craft supplies, and other entertainment items to a skilled nursing facility or rehabilitation center.

Volunteer at a soup kitchen or homeless shelter.

Spend uninterrupted quality time with someone.

Fill bags with socks, nonperishable food items, soap, combs, and other useful items and hand them out to the homeless.

If you own a business, find a creative way to donate your time or services to a good cause. For example, if you own a restaurant, donate a tray of food to a local shelter.

Call a local cancer treatment center and ask if there are any items patients would enjoy while they undergo treatment (puzzle books, crocheting kits, DVDs, etc.)

Pay for the person behind you in the drive-thru line.

Send a sweet text message or note to someone you know.

When it comes to a doctor's random acts of kindness, the possibilities are endless. Use your creativity and enjoy it. You can also search for the best doctor near you. So that you can get complete information about your health.

Kindness is Good for Your Health

Even though the motivation behind doing kind things should be to brighten someone else's day, there are benefits for you as well! Aside from feeling good about your desire to help others, every time you do something nice for someone, the reward center of the brain is triggered and chemicals in the brain are released! Studies show that hormones such as serotonin, dopamine, and oxytocin are released, which all contribute to positive mood-altering feelings.

Practicing compassion allows you to connect and empathize with others. Whenever we help others and experience these positive feelings, we're motivated to keep repeating kind behaviors. Volunteering initiates feelings of purpose, offers an eye-opening perspective into others lives, and can be calming, especially for those struggling with anxiety or depression.

Only good things can come from doing nice things for other people, so try your best to fill this year with benevolence and positivity by celebrating small, random acts of kindness.

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okay im the silly anon who asked abt req status 😞 and u shouldntve told me they were open 🙂

i see uve been posting some loverboy atsumu thingies and me personally. im eating that up… no hands, just smashing my mouth against the dish and all. so like my request will be some friends to lovers cheesy fluffy romance between msby tsumu and fem(gn is also okay, up to u) reader B(

i was thinking like maybe the reader could be one of those sports medicine physician whos familiar with the team or something but thats just me being self indulgent cuz im busting my skull open studyin in med school🦧 so like you could leave those things vague if im being too specific but yeah like u said i want an expressive loverboy atsumu CAUSE IVE BEEN SEEING TOO MANY ASSHOLE!CHEATER!HORRIBLE!ATSUMU FICS like DAMN what did that man do to you😭 ok sorry for the rant feel free to ignore this if its not a proper prompt bc im horrible at making requests <3

a/n: what da fack nonnie😱😱😱 pls let me wash ur eyes and brain cuz lover boy atsumu is the only atsumu that should legally exist no offense to toxic atsumu he kinda hot but he illegal so

p.s. it's been very long since this was in my drafts nonnie and I still feel like I rushed this a bit sobs ily<333

"You can stop laughing now." Atsumu huffs, cheeks puffed and tinted red with embarrassment.

You chortle some more at that, stomach already hurting with the way you were cackling moments ago. "You're a himbo, aren't you?" You ask midst snorts.

"A what?" He looks at you, like he's seriously offended.

"A himbo."

"Fuck, no." He scoffs, looking away. "It was just a slip of the tongue!"

You giggle, "Slip of the tongue doesn't explain you ordering chicken at Starbucks." It's true, Miya Atsumu, the blind date Rintaro set you up with is looking to seem a lot lot more interesting than you thought he would.

Atsumu takes a long sip of his drink, dramatically glaring at you. "Ya wanna know my first impression of ya?"

"Mhm," you nod, encouraging him to say it.

"Ya seem like a bully."

That makes you grin.

His glare intensifies at that. "Knew it. Ya like pulling legs, dontcha?"

"Only the legs of beach blond himbos." You send him a wink, truly enjoying teasing him.

"Hmpf. Such a shame yer a bully despite that pretty face." What he says dawns on him one second later. And it's comically obvious with the way he buries his face in his arms.

Oh you wouldn't let this slide in a million lives, "I'm pretty?" You tease.

"Yes." He huffs, "And you know it."

The way he says it so indignantly like a little boy makes you giggle even more. "Well, you're pretty too!" you state, sending him another wink.

Atsumu's ears turn red, "You could have said I'm handsome," he mutters, turning his gaze to the side.

"Mhmm, but I don't want to inflate your ego." you giggle, "You're adorable though, I'll give you that." It's good to give leeway to the poor guy now and then.

"Adorable?" he scoffs, "Don't make me laugh, I'm a beast in bed!" his chest puffs at his claim.

You have to bite your lips to hold back your laughter. How embarrassing is this man. "Bet you will moan if I were to call you a princess."

"What—" he chokes on his drink, face turning bright red as he hits his chest to alleviate the pain of the drink flowing into the wrong pipe. "You— you piece of shit." he screeches. "I'll definitely show you who will moan out loud."

You guffaw. This man tickled all your right spots. And you had a feeling he was a keeper. So why not give this blind date a second chance unlike your other blind dates?

Safe to say you never had another romantic interest for the rest of your life.

#Im obsessed with him your honor #And theres nothing anyone can do about it #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu x gn!reader #atsumu x gn!reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #miya atsumu scenarios

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