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Fouled Dreams | L. Oberdorf

pairings: lena oberdorf x dutch!reader (+ plays for bayern) / netherlands national team x reader / german national team x dutch!reader

warnings: netherlands losing. crying. swearing. changed some things about the match, but the result is the same. fouls. mentions of bruising and swelling.

author’s: been obsessed with her lately so just had to write something. writing about nations league losses have become my thing I fear :(

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February, 2024

They'd know beforehand that this situation could happen, yet when both their teams lost in the semifinals, it was hard to grasp the reality that one needed to beat the other in order to go to the Olympics in Paris.

Herself and Lena had played plenty of times against each other, with both their respective clubs and national teams.

However, this felt different.

Their previous international meetings had merely been friendlies in preparations for other competitive events like the World Cup a year prior.

This was for a spot at the Olympics.

Y/N had been at the previous edition in Tokyo with the Dutch team, where they had stranded in the quarterfinals against the United States on penalties.

Lena had never played at the Olympic Games, something she greatly wanted to achieve with her German teammates.

Both teams also wanted to redeem themselves after disappointing World Cup exits.

There were many things at stake.

Of course, headlines and articles had been made about how the couple was going to go head-to-head in a very important match for both sides.

Prior to their arrivals at the stadium, they hadn't seen each other for a few weeks. Lena played for Wolfsburg, while Y/N was a striker for Bayern Munich.

Although, Lena's upcoming transfer to Bayern would assure they would only have to miss each other during international breaks.

The young footballers had gotten together about a year prior, all credit to Lynn, Dom and Jill who had played matchmakers.

The distance was difficult at first, but they eventually found a nice balance. It sounded cliche, but communication really is the key to a good relationship.

Y/N was strolling around the pitch with her teammates when the German team appeared in the tunnel.

She didn't notice her girlfriend at first, too occupied in a conversation with Andries and Sherida.

It was Lynn, who so ''sweetly'' screamed for her best friend to ''get her ass over here'' that got her to excuse herself from the discussion with her captain and coach.

''Echte uitslover jij, waar was je nou weer over aan het lullen met hen?'' (''You're a real teacher's pet, what were you bullshitting about this time with them?'') Lynn teased her as she approached her, Lena, Jule and Lea.

Y/N sarcastically smiled at her fellow Dutchwoman. ''Jouw dikke kop!'' (''Your big head!'') She retorted, with Lynn playfully giving her a shove afterwards.

Her eyes lit up once she spotted Lena. Despite the tension of the upcoming match, seeing her face brought a sense of comfort amidst the nerves.

''Hey, everyone.'' Y/N moved to embrace Lea and Jule first, their proximity making them the easiest targets for her initial greetings. She let out an awkward chuckle as she made eye contact with her girlfriend again, but went in for the hug as well.

''Missed you.'' Lena whispered softly, her arms wrapping around her partner's waist in a comforting hold.

''Missed you too.'' Y/N replied, her voice equally gentle.

Their embrace was brief, acutely aware of the prying eyes of the photographers stationed around the field. It wasn't that they were afraid of showing public displays of affection, it was more the discomfort that came with the knowledge that every moment captured on camera would be scrutinized and analyzed by the media and fans alike.

They were far from being a secret- their relationship was an open secret among their teammates and the wider football community. Yet, the constant surveillance felt suffocating at times. So, when they could help it, they kept the PDA to a minimum, opting for subtle gestures and fleeting touches that spoke volumes in their own right.

''My mum and dad are coming tonight.'' Y/N said to Lena, the pair quickly disassociated to their own small bubble.

The German grinned. ''Yeah? That's nice, haven't seen them in a while.'' She replied, her tone warm and genuine.

Y/N nodded, a sense of anticipation building within her at the thought of her parents' arrival. She had a good relationship with her family, they'd been supportive of her love of football from the moment she started and went to almost every game if they could.

''My mum did make a small sign for you, cause she thought you might get upset with her.'' She playfully rolled her eyes at the recalling of her mother sending her a picture of the small poster that said 'Go Lena!'.

Lena chuckled at the mention of her girlfriend's mother's thoughtful gesture, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. ''That's very sweet, I can't wait to see it in person.''

''She's probably gonna want to take a picture of you with it, so you're warned beforehand.'' Y/N laughed, knowing her mother wanted photos of everything and everyone.

''I'll be sure to smile extra wide for the camera then, like this.'' Lena pretended to grin very big, showing off her teeth.

Y/N burst into laughter at her exaggerated pose, her eyes crinkling with amusement. ''Perfect, Obi! Exactly what she wants for a heartwarming photo.'' She teased, mimicking Lena's antics.

''Hey, you two,'' Lynn interrupted their moment, the entire group staring at the couple, ''the loser sleeps on the couch or what?'' The Dutch defender laughed.

Her national teammate mockingly rolled her eyes. ''Lynno, we don't even live in the same place. Idioot dat je bent.'' (''Idiot you are.'') Y/N responded.

Lynn chuckled in response, waving off her friend's playful insult with a dismissive gesture. ''Details, details,'' she replied, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, ''just make sure you've got that couch ready, wherever it may be.''

''I'm sure she has chosen a nice place.'' Lena retorted, chiming in on the banter.

Y/N's mouth gaped dramatically, and her eyes widened, exaggerating her reaction to the playful exchange. ''Actually, since you like breaking ankles, you can just sleep on the floor.''

Lena raised an eyebrow in mock surprise at her girlfriend's response, which drew another round of laughter from the group. ''Oh, I see how it is,'' she teased, ''floor it is, then. I'll bring my sleeping bag.'' She accepted.

She threw her arm around Lena at the feigned sadness over having to bring a sleeping bag, her pout being too cute to not fawn over.

It was a nice moment to have with the group, temporarily forgetting an important match would have to be played a few hours later.

There was a mixed atmosphere in the tunnel as both teams started gathering in a line, familiarizing themselves with their small mascots, who were all looking up at the players with wide-eyed excitement.

The Netherlands' usual captain, Sherida Spitse, had been forced to withdraw from the starting lineup due to a last-minute injury sustained during the warm-up. In her absence, Y/N found herself unexpectedly thrust into the role of captain for the crucial match.

As she entered the tunnel, the weight of the captain's armband felt both familiar and foreign at the same time. While she had stepped into the role of captain before, it had always been in moments of crisis, when Sherida was substituted during a match and Y/N was hastily given the band by one of their teammates.

It was not only a great moment for her, it would be one for her family as well. Though they weren't particularly patriotic, knowing that their daughter had been chosen by the entire Dutch team to lead them out for such an important match filled them with a sense of pride and honor.

Her usual spot in the line would be at the back, next to Lena. It had become almost routine for them to have a small chat before their matches, even when they were with Bayern and Wolfsburg, they were always the last players to enter the stadium.

Y/N held the pennant in her hands tight as she approached her girlfriend, careful to not make a big deal out of it since they were already filming the players as they waited for the officials to walk out.

A small pat on her arm was enough to grab Lena's attention, the German turning her head before a small, but nervous, smile broke out on her face once she noticed who it was.

''Hey, Captain.'' She grinned, her eyes briefly glancing towards where the armband was comfortably wrapped around her partner's bicep.

Y/N smirked once she noticed, but didn't say anything about it. ''Hi,'' she softly said, ''good match, alright? And please, don't break my ankles.'' She teased.

''No promises.'' Lena chuckled, playfully raising her eyebrow.

They shared a final glance before the striker made her way to the front of the line-up, only to be stopped by Dominique. ''Ze gaat sowieso je enkel breken.'' (''No doubt she's going to break your ankle.'') The Dutch defender said, a mischievous look in her eyes.

''Ik weet het.'' (''I know.'') Y/N sighed.

''Dom was right.'' The captain muttered under her breath as she was yet again taking to the ground by one of the German defenders.

It hadn't even been close to half-time yet and the Bayern Munich player had been assaulted from all sides. Funny enough, none of the challenges had been made by Lena- so far at least.

Danielle helped her get up from the ground, quickly checking in. ''I'm fine, Daan.'' Y/N reassured the older player, wiping her knees clean.

The first half proved to be eventful, yet no goals had been made by either side. The goalkeepers were making amazing saves, but both teams had also missed serious chances at scoring the opening goal.

Despite being deployed in Sherida's position as a defensive midfielder, Y/N managed to make an impact in the attacking third. She found herself with two golden opportunities to break the deadlock, however, luck was not on her side as both strikes rattled off the woodwork, denying her the chance to put her team ahead.

The opening minute of the second half was marked by a somewhat surprising moment:

Lena fouled Y/N.

The referee blew the whistle, signaling the late challenge made by the midfielder. Y/N, with a dramatic flair, collapsed to the ground, clutching her leg in feigned agony.

Recognizing the playful nature of the moment, Lena quickly understood that she was only hamming it up for the sake of a breather for her teammates and to ruin the Germans' momentum. However, she still bent down beside her girlfriend.

''You shouldn't go into acting anytime soon.'' Lena chuckled, briefly letting her hand caress over the part that 'allegedly' hurt so bad.

The captain let out a small smile. ''That's mean, you should get a yellow card for descent.''

The midfielder's eyes sparked with amusement as she helped her back up to her feet. ''Maybe later.'' She quipped, playfully nudging her girlfriend's shoulder before they resumed their positions on the field.

It didn't take too long for the fun to be over as Klara put in the first goal of the night, which had been assisted by Lena. About 10 minutes later, another Bayern teammate put one in the back of the net as Lea also got herself on the scoresheet.

As the game wore on, Y/N became increasingly determined to make a difference on the field. However, despite her best efforts, none of her attempts seemed to find the back of the net. Her teammates were not clinical enough, or the shots were deflected by the German defenders.

The more attacks she created, the more aggressive the fouls of the German grew on her.

They seemed determined to shut down Y/N's advances by any means necessary, resorting to increasingly rough challenges to disrupt her rhythm.

She managed to keep the ball from Nüsken, and send a pass to Esmee when a German player made a reckless tackle from behind, catching her off guard. The force of the challenge sent her crashing to the ground, a sharp pain shooting through her ankle.

A wave of concern washed over the stadium and the Dutch team as they watched their most vital player of the evening being abruptly taken out by Giulia.

People close to her rushed to her side, including Giulia who didn't have the intention to actually hurt her Bayern teammate. The referee swiftly intervened, issuing a yellow card.

''Shit, I'm sorry- didn't time it well.'' The midfielder apologized immediately, knowing right away it wasn't a great or necessary challenge.

Y/N made a gesture with her hand, which translated to ''it's okay, just give me space now,'' which Giulia understood, the pair having a great relationship at Bayern.

Lynn was the first of her teammates to reach her, shouting profanities at Giulia and the referee for letting the fouls on her best friend get to the point where she needed the medical team.

''Alles goed, meid?'' (''Everything okay, girlie?'') The Wolfsburg defender asked, concern etched on her face.

''Ik denk dat me enkel er elk moment gaat afvallen.'' (''I think my ankle is going to fall off at any moment.'') She sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes.

Lynn chuckled at her friend's attempt at humor, though the worry still lingered in her eyes. ''Ik hoop van niet, we hebben die nog nodig.'' (''I hope it doesn't, we still need it.'').

Meanwhile, the medical team arrived, quickly assessing Y/N's ankle to determine the extent of the injury. The other players quickly backed off so the staff could work in peace.

Lena noticed her club teammate's concerned expression and approached her quietly. ''How's she doing?'' She asked softly, her eyes flickering toward Y/N, whose ankle was covered in bruises.

Lynn sighed, her hand smoothing down her hair. ''I think she's trying to make it out as if she isn't bothered by it, but it's obvious it hurts- look at it, completely blue.'' The Dutchwoman motioned towards where one of the physios was icing her foot.

The midfielder nodded. ''I hope it's nothing too serious.'' She observed the way her partner was hissing at the way the staff was assessing her ankle, visibly agitated by the pain. She wished she could do more to help, but all she could do for now was offer her support from the sidelines.

The Dutch team held their breath as Y/N gingerly tested her weight on her injured ankle, her expression a mix of determination and discomfort. Every eye on the sideline was fixed on her, silently praying that she would be able to continue.

''As soon as the match is done, you're coming with us to the medical room. I'm surprised you can walk still.'' Their physiotherapist ordered her, glancing down at her iced and taped up ankle.

Andries sent her a thumbs up, asking if she was okay to continue. However, Y/N knew they had used up all their substitutes so there would be no use in forfeiting the game, so she confirmed with a nod that she would carry on.

She could walk on her own to the side of the pitch, though there was a limp in her step. The striker carefully jogged onto the grass as the referee gave her permission to join the match again.

A few tense minutes later, the shrill sound of the referee's whistle pierced the air, signaling the end of the match.

Amidst the disappointment of the Dutch team, the German players erupted into jubilant celebrations. They hugged each other tightly, their faces beaming with joy and relief as they reveled in their hard-earned victory.

The Oranje Leeuwinnen on the pitch dejectedly gave each other hugs and consolations, most with tears in their eyes.

Y/N had lowered herself onto the ice-cold grass, the throbbing pain in her ankle too much to bear. She winced as she cautiously propped herself up against the turf.

She suddenly felt two pairs of arms slip beneath hers, lifting her gently off the ground. Startled, she looked up to see Esmee and Kerstin, their expressions filled with concern as they looked at their captain.

''Kom op, meid,'' (''Come on, girl,') Kerstin gently said, ''je was echt een beest op dat middenveld.'' (''You really were a beast in the midfield.'') The Manchester City player chuckled, trying to lighten up the somber mood.

Esmee nodded in agreement, her grip firm yet gentle as she supported Y/N's weight. The two youngsters guided her towards the waiting medical staff, who had been watching the scene unfold from the sidelines.

Some of their teammates and staff patted their heads and ruffled their hair as they walked across the pitch, offering words of sweet nothingness.

With a reassuring nod from the physiotherapist, Esmee and Kerstin carefully lowered her onto the stretcher, ensuring she was comfortable before the medical team began to carry her inside the stadium for further examination.

The injured player could hear the applause from the bystanders, but it wasn't much solace as the pain and disappointment hit her like a truck. Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, Y/N felt a sob escape her lips, the sound muffled by her hands as she covered her face.

The staff of the Dutch team carrying the stretcher watched with downcast eyes, feeling for the young player who had literally given her body and soul this match.

After what seemed like an eternity of navigating the labyrinthine corridors of the stadium, they finally reached the treatment room. With practiced efficiency, they set to work assessing Y/N's injury, carefully removing her shoe and sock to examine her blue ankle.

As the physiotherapists administered treatment, taping up her ankle and applying ice packs to reduce the swelling, the striker remained silent, lost in her thoughts and emotions.

Once her ankle was securely taped and she was given the green light to proceed, Y/N wasted no time in making her way back to the pitch. The pain was barely noticeable anymore as she walked with quickness in her strides, simply wanting to be with her team.

Surprisingly, the German and Dutch players were still exchanging handshakes with one another, acknowledging each other's efforts or catching up with teammates.

The Dutch captain delicately walked onto the pitch again going for the officials who stood in the center of the big field. On her way there, she shook hands or gave hugs with either her national teammates or club teammates, each of them praising her performance of the night- though the striker didn't feel deserving of it.

With a firm handshake and a nod of acknowledgment, she greeted the officials. One of them had asked about her injury, but the player assured her that she was alright. With a suppressed smile, she turned away from them.

''Y/N…'' She heard a voice next to her, immediately recognizing whose it was.

The Dutch striker tried to beam the best she could, a strained grin plastered on her face. ''Hey.''

Lena hesitantly motioned for a hug, not confident in how to handle the situation. Her girlfriend nodded, opening her arms, and welcoming each other in an embrace in the center of the pitch.

''I know it doesn't look like I am, but I am very happy for you and the girls.'' Y/N mumbled into Lena's neck, her voice thick with emotion as she fought to hold back her tears.

The German midfielder brushed her fingers gently through her hair, a soft sigh escaping her lips. ''Danke,'' (''Thank you,'') she whispered in response, her voice quiet but filled with gratitude. ''I know you're happy for us, you don't need to say it.''

Their embrace lingered for a moment longer, each reluctant to let go. But eventually, they pulled back, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange.

''How's your ankle?'' Lena asked, discreetly peeking at her girlfriend's taped up ankle.

The Dutchwoman shrugged her shoulders. ''It's just very bruised, that's it,'' she dismissed, ''you played really well- nice assist, by the way.'' Y/N changed the subject, not wanting to linger on the topic of her physical well-being.

Lena's cheeks flushed at the compliment. ''Thank you. I meant to score, though.''

The German glanced around the stadium, scanning the crowd. ''Where are your parents sitting?'' She asked.

Y/N pointed towards a section of the stands where her parents were seated, their faces alight with pride and excitement as they waved to them from the crowd. The couple happily waved back at them, Lena lightly chuckling at the poster that her girlfriend's father hastily pulled out of his wife's bag, motioning it around for Lena to see.

''They're so sweet.'' She remarked, her voice filled with affection as she glanced back at Y/N. But as Lena turned her gaze back to her girlfriend, she noticed a sudden shift in her demeanor.

As Y/N watched her family in the stands, a flood of emotions washed over her. She felt a lump form in her throat as she took in the sight of them, their smiles radiating nothing but support for their daughter and her national team. However, it was once she glanced down at the fans around them, downed in orange decorations and clothing, that her true feelings about the outcome of the match came to the surface. The sea of orange seemed to mock her, a painful reminder of the missed opportunities and shattered dreams that had taken place tonight.

The team had fought tooth and nail to simply make it out of the group stages, the late drama at the match against Belgium had filled the squad with newfound confidence and resilience. They'd come so close to their ticket to the Olympics, it was practically in their hands before it had been taken away from them and ripped in millions of pieces.

She couldn't help but feel a sense of profound loss. The weight of the defeat lied heavily on her, feeling somewhat the most responsible for the defeat, as if she had been the only player on her team. Deep down, Y/N knew this was far from the truth- football was a team effort, and their loss was a collective outcome. But the pressure she had felt was immense, spurred on by the absence of key players like Jill, Victoria, and Vivianne.

In the eyes of the Dutch media, Y/N had been hailed as the team's ''saving angel,'' a title that now felt like a heavy burden on her shoulders. She had been the one to step up in critical moments, delivering crucial assists and last-minute goals that had propelled the Netherlands to victory in the past. But tonight, she couldn't replicate that success- something she feared she would be crucified for by the fans and pundits.

Lena's heart ached at the sight of her girlfriend's distress, the lines of worry etched into her brow as she struggled to maintain her composure.

With a gentle touch, she reached out to Y/N, her fingers lightly brushing against her arm as she offered silent support. Lena understood right away what she was thinking as she watched her observe the crowd, it's what she had felt at the World Cup, it's what she had felt when Wolfsburg were knocked out of the Champions League.

Utter and complete disappointment.

''Hey,'' Lena murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she sought to break through the walls of self-doubt that surrounded Y/N, ''it's okay, you did well.'' She comforted as she pulled her into another embrace, her arms caressing the Dutchwoman's back.

Y/N buried her face against Lena's shoulder, her tears soaking into the fabric of her jersey as she clung to her girlfriend's warmth. ''I wanted it so badly,'' she admitted, ''and I played so fucking bad, missed so many sitters.''

It was frustrating for Lena to hear, especially since her partner was easily one of the best players on the field tonight, and was the sole reason the Netherlands were still in the game the entire match. ''Do you know how hard you made it for us? You kept taking the ball from me.'' She tried to convince her, her voice resolute.

Y/N sniffled, her breath hitching as she struggled to hold back her tears. ''But I could have- I should have done so much better.'' She lamented, her voice muffled against Lena's shoulder.

Lena pulled back slightly, cupping Y/N's face in her hands so she could look into her eyes. ''You did everything you could,'' the midfielder reassured her, her gaze unwavering, ''you were playing out of your position the entire time, you were constantly creating chances for yourself and for your teammates, you were my player of the match- and I'm not just saying that,'' she interrupted herself before her girlfriend could, ''you're a phenomenal player, and I was so proud watching you tonight.''

Y/N's eyes widened with surprise and disbelief at Lena's words. She had been so consumed by her own self-criticism that she hadn't realized how much her partner valued and appreciated her efforts on the field.

She wrapped her arms around her, giving a swift peck on the cheek. ''Love you.''

''Love you too.'' Lena reciprocated, landing a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek as well.

The Dutchwoman glanced to her side, seeing the German team starting to form a huddle with one another. ''Obi,'' she caught Lena's attention, signaling towards her teammates, ''go and celebrate, we'll talk tomorrow, alright?''

As Lena hesitated, Y/N gave her an encouraging smile. ''Seriously, go join them, you're going to Olympics, have fun with them. I'm gonna be mad if you don't.''

''Okay, but we face time tomorrow?'' The young midfielder asked, needing the reassurance.

Y/N chuckled softly, touched by her partner's concern. ''We will. Now go, and party- oh my God.''

With a final nod of understanding, Lena gave her girlfriend's hand a gentle squeeze before reluctantly turning to join the German team in their huddle.

As Y/N watched her disappear into the celebratory chaos, a bittersweet smile touched her lips. She could see her own team waiting for her, already standing in a circle.

She took the spot next to her best friend, as Lynn made space for her to join.

A slight grimace crossed her face as the entire team listened to Andries, prompting the defender next to her to furrow her eyebrows. ''Je enkel?'' (''Your ankle?'') She asked.

With a wry smile, Y/N shook her head. ''Nee, de rugpijn die ik ga hebben na het slapen op de grond.'' (''No, the back pain I'll be having after sleeping on the floor.'') She responded, a teasing smirk on her face.

lena requests are always welcome!

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suzar · 1 year ago

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maddy perez x fem!reader

Maddy x fem!reader who wants to do everything she can to make her girlfriend's day special.

Y/n loved her girlfriend, it wasn't a surprise to anyone around them. She loved how Maddy carried herself with confidence and a smile that could make anyone fall in love with her. She was like a drug to anyone near her.

In return, Maddy loved y/n. At first y/n was shy, a little closer in. That's what she loved about her girlfriend. They balanced each other. Maddy could be crazy, but at the end of the day it would be y/n who'd calm her down and laugh with her. Y/n teached how to properly love after someone like Nate, she never raised her voice at Maddy or hurt her. Maddy loved how sweet y/n was.

When Maddy was done fighting with Cassie in the bathroom after the play, they talked things out. Of course, Maddy still didn't trust Cassie fully, but their friendship continued. Both girls knew that Cassie loved being loved, and when someone like Nate sees an entrance to a miserable girl's life, he'll take it in a heart beat. Maddy forgave her, and Cassie was forever grateful.

Y/n's pov

I watched as Cassie and Lexi were putting candles to Maddy's cake, making sure every single candle were put to the right place. I started to feel nervous as i looked at the time, i knew Maddy would be here soon. The thought of Maddy gave me butterflies, this day needed to be special.

While deep in thought, i got scared by someone hugging me from behind.

"Hey y/n! this party looks sick" said familiar voice of Kat, that made me feel more at ease.

"You scared the hell of me, never do that again" I giggled, but continued: "Thank you. I need everything to be perfect."

As i looked at Kat, i saw Rue and her girlfriend Jules together, hand in hand. They we're a cute pair, but me and Maddy definetly take the win as our friend group's best couple. Everyone knew that... right?

"Guys, seriously don't ruin this night for Y/n, it definetly needs to be perfect!" said a voice from kitchen that i recognized to be Lexi.

Lexi was my best friend, of course she was. She was an observer like me, a shy observer. Something that im grateful for is how our friend group brings me and Lexi out of our shell.

Soon, Maddy came. She had on the most beautiful outfit of a pink shiny dress and her eyes were jeweled with blue and pink tones. Every color suited on her, she looked amazing on everything.

"Hey babe, i missed you!" She says behind her adorable, yet sexy smiles. She comes over to me, carrying herself like she's the owner of the world, and oh how beautiful she looks. She grabs my waist, brings me closer to her and presses our lips together.

Our moment was definetly too short, since our friends were already feeling tired of the pda.

"Come on! didn't you miss us??" was a sentence i heard by Rue, while everyone else were laughing.

We had the best time, all seven of us.

Soon, everyone went home and i had two more presents to give.

As she was kissing my lips, grabbing my hips and waist, making sure i was close enough to her i finally said between kisses:

"Love, i have something for you". I said.

She stopped, but with a small cute pout. She smiled soon though. Maddy knew i always gave her special gifts. I got up from my bed, walked over to my dresser where i grabbed a small jewelry box.

"Here, babe". I said as i was walking back to the bed, already wearing comfy pyjamas like she was. She looked up at me in awe.

"You really didn't have to, you know? I got everything i can imagine." Her voice sounds like angels singing. I would never get enough of it.

"I know, but i love you so much." I told her, giving her the gift box.

"I love you too babe," was something she answered while she opened the jewelry box while smiling like a kid.

As she opened the gift, There was a small necklace with a heart shaped locker, our initials craved in it.

"I love this so much, thank you." She looked so happy. I was happy, everything went perfectly.

I helped her to put the necklace on, as i was behind her i gave her neck few pecks, moving towards her shoulder. I made sure to kiss every single inch of her. She hummed in pleasure, I had one last to gift to give her. She turned around as i whispered,

"Take me, im your last gift my love."

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English definetly isn't my first language, and i wrote this in one sitting. I'm sorry, if i made silly mistakes. <3

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gingiesworld · 11 months ago

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Meet Me Underneath The Tree

Leigh Shaw x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N and Leigh had been going strong for two years, two years since the fling between herself and Danny ended. Two years since she cut all ties with her dead husband’s family. Needing a new start herself, she found something in the new instructor her mom hired for Beautiful Beast. Y/N was a self defense instructor, helping the women who had paid to be taught self defense, Leigh had also noticed how smooth their voice was as they spoke. Considering what they taught, they had a gentle nature about them, and Leigh had experienced that for the two years of their relationship, even through the arguments that she had started, they remained by her side.

“So, you’re finally popping the question?” Amy asked Y/N as Leigh was teaching her class.

“Yeah.” They answered, a nervous smile on their face. “I know she has suffered a lot, but I want to be there for her, show her that she will always have something to breathe for.”

“She’s so lucky.” Jules groaned as she handed the ring back to Y/N. “So, what’s your big plan?” Y/N explained their plan to them, wanting to make the moment as special as possible. Soon enough cutting the conversation short when Leigh stepped out of the studio.

“What am I interrupting?” She questioned with a raised brow as she dried the sweat from herself.

“Nothing.” Jules answered quickly.

“Jules was just telling us what her plans are with Tommy.” Amy answered her confidently. “The two of them have decided to grace us with their presence this christmas.” Leigh beamed at her sister.

“That’s amazing.” She wrapped her arm around her shoulder. “It was too quiet last year without you.” Everyone chuckled as Jules sent Amy a glare.

Y/N had remained a nervous wreck leading up to Christmas eve. They had their doubts, what if she says no? What will happen to their relationship? But Leigh never failed to make them see that they are just as important to her as she is to them.

“Mom wants my help with the decorations.” Leigh told Y/N as she grabbed her coat. “She said something about Jules and Tommy coming around tonight and celebrating.”

“Ok.” Y/N nodded with a smile.

“I’ll be back in time for our little tradition.” She told them as she pressed a kiss to their lips. Y/N sighed as the door closed behind her, looking at the ring one last time before they made their own preparations.

“So, how is it with you and Y/N?” Amy asked her as the two prepared the food for Christmas dinner.

“It’s great.” Leigh answered her unsurely. “But I can’t help but feel as though they are pulling away from me.”

“How so?” Amy pressed on as Leigh wiped her hands on the towel.

“They’ve been distant with me.” She sighed as she rubbed her brow. “Maybe I’m just too much, my mood swings and outbursts are too much for them.”

“I don’t think that is the case.” Amy assured her as Leigh looked at the time. “I can see how they look at you Leigh, you are their whole world.”

“I just, I can’t shake this feeling like it may be the end.” She whispered shakily. “I don’t want this to be the end because I am so in love with them that it physically hurts me being away from them.”

“Tell them.” Amy told her. “Let them know everything you’re feeling.” Leigh nodded as she received a text from Y/N.

Meet me underneath the tree.

“I have to go.” Leigh sighed as she grabbed her coat, heading towards the little spot that had become theirs over the two year period. Her heart beat in her chest as she spotted Y/N in the distance, just staring out into space. “Y/N.” She breathed out, gaining their attention, watching as they took a shaky breath.

“Hi.” They smiled at her before continuing. “I honestly had a whole other plan for this, but then I figured here would be a better place.”

“No.” Leigh spat out, taking Y/N by surprise. “I am not letting you end what we have!” Y/N was shocked by the words coming from Leigh’s mouth. “We have worked too damn hard to be where we are now and I don’t want to throw that away because I love you. I love you so damn much and I can’t. I won’t lose you or what we have.” She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, opening them to see Y/N down on one knee, holding a ring in their hands.

“Leigh, I never, ever want to lose you.” They started as Leigh took a shaky breath. “I guess maybe my nerves these past few weeks haven’t helped either of us.” They chuckled lightly. “I have known for a while now that my future is meant to be spent by your side, living each day together, maybe starting a family one day, but I know I need you in my life Leigh. I love you with every fiber of my being and I will love more and more with each passing moment. So, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She whispered as her tears flowed freely, smiling as Y/N had put the ring on her finger, noticing her wedding ring and engagement ring were no longer on her finger from her previous marriage.

“Your rings?” They questioned as she cupped their face.

“I haven’t worn them for months.” Leigh told them. “I guess I felt ready to let go of Matt and focus on the life I will have with you.” They smiled before kissing her softly, holding her close as the kiss broke, pressing their foreheads together, ready to live for their future together.

#leigh shaw #leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw imagine #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw x y/n #leigh shaw x gn reader #leigh shaw x gender neutral reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #lizzie olsen x you #lizzie olsen x reader

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yellow-cr0w · 2 years ago

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Disaster

Fandom: Bones (2005)

Pairing: Lance Sweets x Reader

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Severe injury and blood loss, description of an attack with a deadly weapon. I’m very new at writing so be warned that there might be other things that I didn’t think to include.

Description: I really really want to write a long term slow burn fanfic for Sweets, this is the first scene that I had fully formed in my head (even though it occurs MUCH later in the plot, so I supposed I’m spoiling the fanfic for everyone rn but you’ll probably forget this happened by the time I get around to writing it). At this point Sweets and the OC, Julia have been friends for years and moved in together after he dumped Daisy and stayed with Booth and Brennan for a while. I forget which serial killer was in this era but I’m going to be rewatching the entire show while I write so this scene will also be heavily edited later once I get to that part of the plot.

Let me know if you have any suggestions since I haven’t written anything in a LONG time and this is my first ever fanfic that I’ve actually put on the internet!

I hope you enjoy! :)

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Distracted by my thoughts, I stepped into the shower, the heat helping ease the tension from today. Sitting down to let the near-boiling water beat down onto the top of my head, I replayed earlier events.

A faint noise ripped me from my thoughts.

“Sweets? Is that you?” I stood, it should be way too early for him to be back home - unless I had been in the shower longer than I thought. He shouldn’t be home for another two hours at least, but maybe I had lost track of time. I winced, the water bill was gonna be high this month if that was the case.

Hands trembling, I reached to turn off the water.

Click

The lights were out. I held my breath, frozen in place under the heated water.

Suddenly, the shower curtain was ripped open. The beginning of a scream left me before my mouth was covered. The weak light from the little toy nightlight outlined the horror in front of me. I blindly scratched at the silhouette - managing to land a few feeble hits until a sucker punch landed on my right side. The rough hand released my mouth and I was shoved hard into the tile wall.

The last thing I remembered was the ground disappearing from underneath my feet, and the quiet click of the light turning on.

I woke up shivering.

The freezing cold water contrasted the dull, crippling, warmth on my right side. I blinked at the filtered light coming from the closed shower curtain.

How long had I been here? My vision spun as I tried to push myself up on shaking hands to turn off the water. A spot just above my ear pounded. My stomach lurched and I resigned myself to leaning back and shivering.

I opened my eyes to the sound of the front door.

Maybe whoever did this to me came back to finish me off. Maybe it was-

“Sweets,” my voice croaked out. He wasn’t going to hear me. Hell, I could barely hear myself. I tried again, sounding even weaker than the first time.

I closed my eyes again, praying to whatever, whoever, inhabited the sky that he would decide to use our apartment’s one and only bathroom soon. Maybe he would be too tired to brush his teeth before bed. Maybe he wouldn’t risk coming in with the shower running. Maybe he didn’t hear the water at all.

“Jules? You didn’t slip and fall down the drain did you?”

A small cry left my throat in my attempt to call for help.

Please, I silently begged.

“Are you okay in there?” A gentle knock along with a pause, “Julia?”

Come in.

The creak of the door and gentle footsteps pushed me to try again.

”Help… please.”

The shower curtain was hesitantly pushed open and I came face to face with a wide-eyed Sweets. He muttered expletives under his breath, rushing to turn off the freezing water and start grabbing several towels from the bathroom closet. He stumbled over himself trying to get a towel to lay flat on the bathroom floor before moving to cover my exposed body.

“-crap crap crap, how long have you been here? Do you know how much blood you’ve lost?” He leaned over the side of the tub. His eyes frantically searched my face.

“I’m not bleedi-“ I slurred out, my words fading into a cry as his hands pressed the rough fabric into my side. High pitched ringing blinded me and a furious coil rose into my throat.

“-s okay. You’re okay, stay with me.” A small tapping on my cheek prompted me to blearily open my eyes. “How long have you been here?”

“Don’t know.” A heavy lead filled my muscles, keeping me from shivering any longer. “-m so cold. I just woke up.”

“I’m gonna put you on the floor until the paramedics arrive, okay? You’re gonna be fine-“ Sweets repeated more soft encouragements as he carefully moved his arms under my bare upper back and just under my thighs. I sighed in relief as the hard curves of the tub no longer pressed into my bones. He lifted me like I was made of paper thin porcelain that would shatter at the slightest bump.

“You smell nice.” My head rag dolled against his arm, and I caught the hint of the earthy cologne he aways wore. “Why’re all the colors weird.”

My mouth felt funny.

Everything feels funny. Half of a laugh slipped out.

Sweets muttered more curses as he kneed next to me. “-k you’re in shock.” One of his hand pressed hard on my side as he desperately fumbled to release his phone from his pocket. “It’s going to be okay- I’m calling 911 they’re going to help you.” He blinked rapidly, phone shaking and jerking with each beep of the keypad. “-you’re going to be okay. You’re going to be oka- COME ON answer the phone.” The pressure on my side increased.

“Lance,” I faintly tugged on his dress pants. I heard the faint noise of the 911 operator picking up and getting cut off in their standard introduction by Sweets speaking faster than I could register. I repeated myself, losing my grip on the fabric. Beautiful, wild eyes ripped away from the blood soaked towel to look at me.

“I’m in love with you.”

A sob broke out of his mouth as he switched the phone to speaker and threw it down onto the tile. He used both hands to stop the bleeding, now blubbering our address to the operator.

His left hand broke away and moved to cup my face. I leaned into his touch, the dark edges of my vision creeping to the center.

It feels so nice.

“Don’t cry.” I mumbled, vision swirling as I tried to fight it and focus on what he was saying.

“Jules. Julia, no- stay with- NO.”

Too bright, I tried to say.

Hurts.

I’m so tired.

I’m sorry Lance.

#bones #lance sweets #lance sweets x reader #lance sweets x oc #injured #bones fanfiction #bones 2005 #original character #lance sweets fan fiction #lance sweets imagine #injured!reader #slow burn #new writer #writing feedback appreciated

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lifesver · 2 months ago

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@fcused said: i'm fine. i'm 100% fine. / oh yk… being stressed about trying to be normal and ur definitely not fine.

he hadn't realized he’d zoned out — gaze pendulum scanning the party for his friends for the fiftieth time. even as leland counts each of them off mentally, paranoia roils insistently in his gut. demanding his attention. demanding he keep an eye out for strange figures in the crowd. like it was his job alone, to stare down the exits and shadowy corners.

leland blinks, a bit dazed — shit — maybe he just needed to loosen up more. maybe another drink would drown out the lingering, sinking dread he felt. they were supposed to be having fun, after all. like they used to. like everyone else at this dumb party. the people around him sound underwater. and he feels see-through, unimportant. barely there. bitter. his drink tastes bitter, and leland throws the rest of the lukewarm beer back with a small grimace. and then he makes his way through the throng of costumed strangers.

it's easy enough to spot connie — even if she wasn’t already wallflowering to the side ( pretty and unapproachable ), her big pink butterfly wings would have given her away. that had been the half-baked theme with them this year — enamoured by the costume wings in the halloween section together. although his angel costume was considerably less inspired in comparison — and he’d already misplaced his halo a beer pong game ago.

he’s familiar with the stormy look on connie’s face — restless, uneasy, looking like she wants to bolt. as if she felt just as uncomfortable as he did, here.

leland very gently bumps her shoulder with his. head turns toward her, looking over her expression. ❝ hey. you doing okay? ❞ a tentative beat, and his brows knit, sympathetic. ❝ … did something happen? or just… ❞ — or is it just, everything? maybe they just… couldn't do stuff like this anymore, without it feeling weird, or forced. his jaw tenses unconsciously; he doesn't even want to voice the other thing on his mind — but he’s sure they’re both thinking about it; the girl that went missing from the campus, last weekend. last seen at some sorority party, just like this one. did anyone even care?

he adjusts one of connie’s fairy wings for her, looking up in quiet question; ❝ —if you wanna ditch early, we totally can. i can walk you back. ❞ leland shoots a look around, doing the fifty-first scan for their friends in the crowd. leland shifts on his heels, uncertain; ❝ — or, um, i can go get jules, or maria. whatever you want, con, seriously. ❞

#just a little halloween party moment but this time with more post-trauma i tried to leave it fairly open #fcused #ic tbt

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 year ago

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A/N ::: All of you just shut the hell up. Just kidding. But seriously, I read something earlier and it shattered my heart. So I had to give this man a baby. I kinda sorta pulled the names of his offspring on purpose. Tilly means "mighty in battle." And Jules means "youthful." I know not every one of you will love the names. But that's the thing about baby names, in'it? Not everyone will love what you choose. Anyway, this legit almost made my chest swell with hot breath and come out as tears. I don't know why. But there's something so sexy about a man who actually sticks around for his girl and his demon spawn (AKA Babies). And there's NOTHING about Reiner that's not sexy.

C/W ::: Talk of hospitals/delivering a baby (so sexy, right??), Reiner x y/n flirt a bit and have sex, nothing special. But I'm putting a little warning up anyway.

Tilly, Tilly, Braun

If you know what I'm referencing, you're so fucking cool!

"Another one? Holy shit, sweetheart." Reiner asked as he held your hand while you try to get comfortable in the hospital bed.

"Yes. ANOTHER ONE." You hiss at him. "Fffooo, fuck fuck fuck. Why did I ever let you talk me into THIS? You're such a bastard. You know that? A real first class bastard."

"Babe, please." He lowers his voice and leans in to talk into your ear.

"Stay. Away. From. Me. I may bite you." He was looking for any trace of humor on your face or in your eyes, but there was none to be found.

"S'just ... well, heh, honey, the nurses are looking at me like I really am a bastard. I don't, I don't like it." Reiner genuinely looked saddened by this.

"YOU THINK I GIVE A RATS ASS RIGHT NOW what THE STAFF THINK OF YOU? HMM! Read the room, Rei."

He pulled his hand from yours and started to stand.

"W-where are you going? Are you leaving?" You started to cry. "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so fucking sorry. BUT THIS HURTSSS. Sooo fuckin' bad. I have never loved you more and never hated you more. I want to kiss you and beat the shit out of you. Y'know? Y'KNOW???"

Reiner stood there, wide-eyed. In shock, really. He was getting turned on by how you were talking to him but he was also terrified that he'd blink incorrectly or take too long of a breath and you would beat the shit out of him.

The nurse came over to you and said it was time to check your cervix again. You groaned. "Can't you do an ultrasound or something? You're literally going against nature here, trying to put your fingers inside of me to check that, while a baby is trying to come out? Fucking take an x-ray like a normal person."

Reiner apologized to them on your behalf. "She's a little um, tir-, stress-," he sighed. "She's going to divorce me when this is over. I just know it."

The nurse laughed. "I've seen it all and I've heard it all. Chances are, Mr. Braun, if she let you put a baby inside of her, she'll stick it out."

He looked hopeful for a moment. "Really? You think so?"

"I'm RIGHT here, people. I'm right ... here."

"Ok," the nurse said, sounding hopeful. "You're almost 10cm. How do you feel?"

You pursed your lips together and lowered your chin to your chest. "Angry. I feel anger."

"Do you feel like you could start pushing? You opted to follow your birthing plan and that was to have a natural delivery. It's too late to go back now, Mrs. Braun. So, can you? Push?"

"H-can I push. I don't know. Let me check with my magic 8 ball. Hold plea-oww!! SHIT, REINER! Ow, ow, ow ow ow. Fffffuck, baby, it hurts so bad. Oh my fucking god."

"I think that's your cue to start pushin', mama." Reiner said as he patted your forehead with a wet and cold washcloth. "Tell me what to do." He left a long kiss on your left hand. "Where do you want me?" His gaze dropped to the floor as he mumbled more to himself than anyone else, "Besides hell."

"Rei, Rei, please get behind me and hold me. I want to lean up against you when I'm pushing."

He looked at the nurse and had the biggest, dumbest smile on his face. So happy that you're actually admitting that you need him. Dare he think, you want him there.

He and the nurse rearranged the pillows behind you and lowered the head of the bed so he could sit comfortably and you could lean back against his stable chest.

You had to laugh, remembering the night you got pregnant.

His chest was what got you into this whole mess in the first place.

*****

"What'cha feel like doing tonight, babe?" Reiner asked.

You walked over to him wearing one of his t-shirts and a cute pair of panties. Nothing special. But that was his favorite thing to see you running around in. So simple and so sexy. Tracing your fingertips over his muscles that stuck out from behind the shirt he was wearing, you dug your fingers into the waistband on his jeans and dragged him to the kitchen counter. He helped you hop up there and he pushed his way between your thighs. Burying his face in your neck and taking a deep breath he asked, "So, you wanna watch TV, then?"

You slapped him on his huge bicep. Which led to you wrapping your fingers around what you could before you ran out of length. "Jesus, Rei. You're so ... mmhm." He bent down to kiss you as he wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you down the hallway to your bedroom. Bumping into the walls the whole way because he could only tell where he was by the end of the runner laid out on the floor indicating your room was immediately to the left.

He laid you down on the bed.

You scooted back to give him some space at the foot of it.

"What'cha in the mood to watch tonight, hm? You wanna watchhh ... this?" He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down so you were flat on your back and he started kissing your knees. Never mind that you were more ticklish there than anywhere else on your body. Never mind the last time that he did this you kneed him in the face because it was, literally, a knee-jerk reaction to his touch.

Throwing your arms to rest above your head, you smiled. "Nah, I wanna watch something a little more exciting." You pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor.

Reiner raised his brow. "Ohh," he rubbed his hands together quickly. "I fuckin' love this show. Yes ... I ... Do."

"It's my favorite thing to watch right now." You laughed as he crawled his way up the bed and rested his hips between your thighs. You reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He leaned down to kiss you, slowly and deeply, and you moved your head to the side so he could kiss your neck. "It's one of those shows that just ... keeps getting better and better and better. I can't wait to see where it goes."

He pushed his jeans off and kicked them to the floor. "I agree, babe. I fuckin' love it too. It's got me hooked." He was looking at your lips. Your smile. Your eyes. "You know what show I'm talking about, right?"

"I think we're both watching the same thing. It's so addictive." You said as you pulled him closer. "It's like the next big thing that everyone's gonna be talking about for months and years."

He was hovering over you now. His cock pressing into you. So close to being inside.

"I wanna see it all. The whole thing. Every episode. Every season. It's so good." He moaned as he entered you, slowly and gently.

You gripped his shoulders and nodded. "I do too, baby. I want to know everything." You arched your back as he started to thrust into you. "Oh god, Reiner, it's so good."

"So fuckin' good, honey. This is my favorite part of the show. When we fuck. God, you're so hot." He kissed you and ran his tongue over your bottom lip. "Can I tell you a secret?"

You nodded your head and looked into his eyes. "What's that, baby?"

He groaned and pushed himself deeper into you. "This is the show I've been looking forward to most. The one I've wanted to start for a while now."

You laughed and held his face in your hands, pulling him in to kiss him again. "Me too, baby. Me too."

"I can't wait to see what happens next."

*****

"Ok, push, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8. And breathe. One more, Mrs. Braun, just one more and you'll have your baby." The nurses cheered you on.

You looked back and up at your husband. He's never looked so sure of anything else in his life. He knew he wanted to marry you. And you can see in his eyes now that he's sure he is ready for this baby. Which is more than you could say for yourself. But it was a little too late to go back now.

"Hnnnghhhh-ahhhhhh!!! FUCK!!!" That was it. That was the last one. Your baby was born. Your husband got up and ran around to kiss you on the lips before he even saw your newborn child.

"I ..." he had tears streaming down his cheeks. "Oh, honey, I -" You kissed him back and waved at him to go see what the baby was.

You'd both agreed on names; Tilly Braun for a girl and Jules Braun for a boy. You were so damned tired you didn't know what you wanted at this point.

"Oh! Hoh my god, babe! Baby! It's a girl! Say hello to Tilly. Tils, this is your mama. She's the most beautiful girl in the world. Next to you, of course."

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ashtxeman · 2 years ago

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For the headcanon thing- how about the man of the hour glass joe?

You have opened a can of worms, and it smells like croissants and coffee.

First off, Joe and Kaiser are 100% boyfriends, and they've been dating for about 4 years! Their first date was at a fancy Italian restaurant, but none of them could read the menu so they just awkwardly ate pasta and left.

His actual name is Joseph Rousseau, and he's an only child meaning his childhood was pretty lonely. Luckily he doesn't mind too much.

Joe's birthday is August 15th, the day the Arc de Triumph was built!

Joe would love to have a cat, but he doesn't have any animals in his house because he's allergic. If he were to cave and get one anyway, he would get a birman cat and call it Fève.

When it comes to his love life, you'd think Joe would have a good lineup, but he actually hasn't dated that many people. When he was a teenager he dated a friend named Annette who was part of the same friend group as him. They were happy for a while, even if Annette didn't really have Joe's best interests in mind (convincing him to smoke and drink and such), that was until Annette's brother Jules started to shun Joe away. Eventually Annette took Jules side in a big argument and that escalated into something worse, which resulted in them never speaking again. He didn't date anybody after that, until Kaiser of course.

Since he and Kaiser officially got together, Joe's been holding back on pretty much everything. Knowing that Kaiser was, to him, a perfect man Joe wanted everybody to know they were a thing.. but Kaiser isn't the same, and prefers to keep things private. So Kaiser often finds himself telling Joe to stop taking pictures or to turn his voice down when he starts to lament in public. He's French though.. romance is in his blood.

For speaking, Joe's English is practically fluent, but for some reason he just can't perfect reading. He panics whenever you put an English menu in front of him, often misreads signs and puts accents where they don't need to be in his texts.

Joe was a petty criminal as a teen, back in France he used to shoplift with some questionable friends. As well as that he'd take part in underaged drinking and smoking.. what a rascal he was.

He gets vertigo a lot, so has paracetamol on him at any given moment. Helpful to himself and to literally everyone else.

He also has tinnitus.. Ear ringing go BRRRR. Or, EEEEE, more like.

Joe has a long scar down his leg because he tried to participate in the Tour de France before he started boxing and ended up falling down a hill with the bike. He also has some smaller scars in other spots from y'know, 100 big fat losses.

The WVBA is very careful putting Joe in matches, since betting on them is so easy. Going in, you know who's going to win and you know you'll get your moneys worth. This trend has been changed before, however. The first time it was when Joe beat Nick Bruiser, since everybody bet on Nick winning.. yeah, that didn't happen. The second time was when Little Mac was thrown into the mix, as some people sincerely believed Mac was weak enough to be beaten by Joe. Everybody put their money on Joe for once, and then he went and lost again.. safe to say the crowd was not happy that day.

Joe has a bit of an apathy issue. At times he won't react to things as much as he should, but other times he'll really exaggerate his feelings and end up looking stupid.

Joe was a choir boy growing up! His Mother, Colette, was a religious woman who ran a bakery and had him be in the choir so he wouldn't be running around the business all day.

His favourite colour is blue.

He legally can't drive because of his medical issues, so anytime you see him he's usually in a taxi. Many taxi drivers know him by name.

He absolutely despises Gabby Jay for some reason. They were great friends at one point, and then that changed to complete hatrid from Joe. Even the mention of Jay can ruin his mood.

The only alcohol Joe drinks is wine, and even then it takes a lot of it to get him anywhere near drunk. It's mostly a mix of a built up tolerance plus medicine keeping it toned down, but there's been a lot of times he's been down on his luck and got a bit carried away with it. You could say there might be a stash of cabernet sauvignon somewhere in his kitchen labelled 'emergency only', because there is.

Joe's way too forgiving for his own good.. most of the time. He likes Aran even if he's a complete nuisance 90% of the time, simply because he likes to give people the benefit of the doubt. Though, push him enough and you will get a very stern side of him that feels almost uncanny. You've seen the way he stares.. right into the soul..

Joe is a fantastic cook and tends to cook for the other boxers at gatherings. He's willing to cook anything, but is of course best at making pastries!

He also cooks when he's stressed. If he's having a bad day he'll make croissants, immediate mood lifter.

If he wasn't a boxer, he'd love to run a bakery.

A lot of the time he develops a liking for a particular hobby, but quickly gives up on it because of low self-esteem. For example he once took art classes, but gave up because he didn't think he had the talent for it.

As a joke he was given a baguette pillow for his birthday, but he genuinely loves it and keeps it right next to him in bed.

Joe has been completely afraid of the Bruiser twins ever since the incident with Nick. He won't speak to them or go near them, and gets uncomfortable when they're brought up.

Joe's eyes are a lovely burgandy colour, but some people swear they've turned a strange pinkish-turquoise at times.

He has naturally dark undereyes, but they're way darker than they would be usually since he is perpetually tired.

He may not be the best in the ring, but sit him down at the TV and boot up a game? Consider yourself beat, he's unnaturally good at video games.

90% of the time his nails are painted black.

He tried to grow his hair out once, but it kept getting caught in his headgear so he gave up and cut it.

He absolutely did have a terrible phase when his hair was short and blonde. Don't speak to him about it unless you want him to get majorly embarassed LMAO.

In the A-Bracket, Joe gets along best with Kaiser, Disco, Hugger and Sandman.

In the B-Bracket, Joe doesn't really get along with anybody. He's either scared of them, or never talks to them.

Don't ask him about Quick.

#punch out #glass joe #you dont understand how much i needed this MUHAHA #i love him so much but you probably cant tell yk yk

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aith-art · 1 year ago

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Falloutober 2023 - Day 13

"Civilisation"

@falloutober

Word Count - 383

A fire took the edge off the cold desert evening. The quiet crackling filled the void. The rangers had happily welcomed myself and Boone to their camp. They knew who we were, almost everyone did at this point. I’d done everything I could to support the people and that ment being a contractor for the NCR on several occasions.

Boone had fallen into a conversation faster than I’d ever seen him. He and one of the troopers were talking about the West, places I’d never heard of. One of the Rangers took his helmet off, he gave me a sly smile. Flirtatious but not infuriating. His hand rested on the hilt of his gun, a trained position that he likely couldnt help.

“Our sharp shooting heroes return.” He joked. I recognised his voice. “What? Too stunned by my looks to remember who I am?” I shook my head, realising I must have been staring.

“No it’s just… I’m shit with names. You’re…” I paused for a second. Filtering through all the names that spun around in my head. I knew too many NCR soldiers. “The one from the attack on Nelson, right?”

“I left that little of an impression, huh?” He laughed, stood up and moved closer to me so we werent having the conversation the length of fire. “It’s Leroy.”

“Jules.”

“I know.” I knew he knew. It just felt right to introduce myself. “Is it impolite for me to ask what your fighting for?”

I paused, letting myself formulate an answer. “I’m fighting for the people. Not just the ones under NCR protection but everyone. But I guess at heart I’m just trying to do my best. I hate what the Legion are doing. But I can’t agree with the NCR.”

“That why your helping House?”

“I suppose so. He’s the best bet for the Mojave…. Why do you fight for the NCR?”

He stopped for a moment, staring into the fire. “Civilisation.” After a beat he continued. “I’ve suffered at the hands of the savagry out east. Lost people I care about to the Legion. Ran out west as a kid and found something worth fighting for. Found a civilised place that needed fighters. I mean, it’s not perfect. But its something. Something more than I had as a kid.”

#falloutober #falloutober2023 #fallout #fallout new vegas #courier six #fallout nv #jules courier 6 #new vegas #fallout oc #self insert #aith art writing

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crushculture03 · 2 years ago

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Chapter 8

About mid-way though the concert, things had finally slowed down at the merch stand, and jules finally had the chance to step away to watch some of the set. Before she left she turned to the other volunteers and asked "Everything ok here with you guys, would it be ok if I stepped out for a bit?". They smile and nodded their heads, she quickly makes her way from the lobby to the main theater.

She walked over to mark who walked her past the barricade and off to the right, where the bands photographer and Jaime were standing, "You may want these" mark said, handling her a pair of earplugs, "Thank you" she responded and put them in.

Matty was currently talking about the record and some of the memories he had while working on it, so it had quieted down to just him and a few fans screaming 'I love yous' occasionally.

As matty was walking up and down the stage he spotted jules in the corner, they pair made eye contact and she sent him a small wave. He smiled widely in her direction and winked , "Ok everyone this next song is one of my personal favorites and its a dancing song so I better see everyone up on their feet dancing"' he speaks into the mic, then george starts the song. The familiar intro to If you're too shy (let me know) begins, Jules screams in delight and moves a bit closer to the stage.

When it gets to the chorus, jules jumps up and down dancing and singing along to the song. Matty looked over at the girl and smiled, he knew she would be happy they played this song, as he knew it was one of her favorites.

Eventually the song ended and the familiar tune of 'Fallingforyou' starts, Matty made his way over to the side she was standing at and looked to her as he sang. Jules's heart beat spead up, 'does this mean he's falling for me, what a way to be told getting serenaded by him' she thought, not breaking eye contact with him . And when the iconic line came up he bent down closer, trying to get even closer to her 'I dont wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your neck' he sang and sent a wink in her direction, before standing back up and walking away. 'When he said he have me on my knees tonight, he wasn't joking, god the things I'm going to do to him when we're alone" Jules thought, as she watched him finish the song.

Jules was able to watch the rest of the show, but as soon as they announced their last song, she unfortunately had to make her way back to the lobby. She walked slowly out of the theater, trying to catch every second of the song, 'Sex', she was bummed she couldn't stay for the whole song, but knew she'd have a chance in the future to see it. She took one last look at the stage, and quickly slipped out the door, and back to the merch table.

Soon the music came to an end and the theater doors burst open revealing the hoards of fans walking in her direction. The merch stand was busy for the next hour, then finally around 9:30 the crowd had died down and jules and the volunteers started packing up. It took them a little under an hour to put everything back in the boxes and haul it to the truck that was parked out back.

Jules grabbed the last of her stuff and made her way backstage, hoping that the band hadn't left yet. As she was walking to the green room, a hand quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a small dressing room. "Hello there" Matty said, a large grinn plastered on his face, he had been waiting patiently for her to be done, so he could get her alone.

Jules chuckled when she heard his voice, "You nearly gave me a heart attack, let alone could've broke my wrist healy" she responded, Matty frowned "I'm sorry darling, here will this help" he said, then kissed her. Jules smiled "Yeah, I forgive you now" she giggles. "Where are we by the way" she asked, looking around the small room, "It's an old dressing room I found when i was exploring, I knew I couldn't wait till the hotel, so I wanted to find somewhere private to take you" he said, squeezing her hips softly and pulling her even closer. "Oh is that so, well glad we are on the same page then healy" she said, wrapping her hands around his neck and connecting their lips.

Jules P.O.V ( sorry i can only write smut in first person POV 😭)

The kiss was hot, his hands roamed up and down my back, I could feel him growing harder againset my thigh. He said he'd have me on my knees tonight and i fully intended on fulfilling that.

I unhooked my arms from around his neck and ran my hands down his chest until I got to his belt, my hands slowly undoing it and throwing it somewhere in the room. I gave him on last kiss and slowly sunk to my knees. I could see his eyes go wide, "You know you don't have to do this" matty said, cupping my cheek. I leaned into his touch and looked back up at him " you said you'd have me on my knees and well here I am, I want to matty" I said, slowly unbuttoning his slacks and pulling them down to his ankles.

"You're a sight to see julie, on your knees for me I could cum just looking at you” he said running a hand through my hair.

To say I was nervous was an understatement, i had never done this before and I wanted to make sure he felt good, he made me feel good last night and took care of me, so this is my thank you to him.

I give him one last look as I slowly pull down his boxers freeing him, i take him into my hand and squeeze gently. He throws his head back, emitting a low moan "Fuck" he mumbles, " I slowly move my hand up and down, before I wrapped my mouth around the tip, sucking lightly. Matty ran his hand through my hair holding it back, and with that I slowly start moving my mouth lower and lower until he hit the back of my throat.

Matty moaned at my new action, which caused me to slowly bob my head back and forth, getting into a steady rythm, i found myself getting more turned on everytime he let out a soft moan. I kept moving my head making sure to pay attention to the tip, as my friend had told me that that was the way to give the best head, I hadn't believed her until now when everytime I would move my mouth there he would let out a louder moan.

I could feel his stare on me, so I looked up, making eye contact with him as I continued to take him in my mouth, "God you're so beautiful " he whispered. I could feel him starting to twitch in my mouth, which i could tell was a sign he was about to finish. He thrusted his hips forward as he came into my mouth, I quickly swallowed and pulled away from him.

I slowly stood back up, after I had put his boxers and slacks back on. He leaned forward pulling me into a passionate kiss, "You're amazing, that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had" he said, smirking at me. " I'm glad" I grinned, giving him one last kiss. "How about you darling? I want to give you something in return" he said, placing his hands on my hips. "You can repay me at the hotel matty" I smiled.

End of Jules POV

After a few more stolen kiss, the two made their way out of the dressing room hand in hand. "By the way matty I'm falling for you too" she said, referring to earlier when he had sung that song to her during the concert.

" I added that song just for you, I meant it jules I really like you, these past couple months have been amazing getting to know eachother" he said, kissing her on the cheek.

Ever since that fateful day in the elevator the two had felt a connetion, when Jules would stop by the rehearsal room she would always make sure to say hi and wave to him, all that had led them to where they are now, they knew the feelings came on fast, but they felt an undeniable bond, almost like the universe was telling them something.

" you're sweet matty, I feel the same way, and I can't wait to see what the rest of tour has store for us" she said, as they approached the doors to the outside. They knew the rest of the band had headed back to the bus, as george had texted matty that they were waiting for him.

" Now I'm gonna let you know there's going to be fans out there, so i may have to break off to say hi to a few of them, is that ok?" matty asked, "Of course! I think it's sweet that you do that, I should probably head to back to the bus, I got a text from jaime asking to talk to me" jules responded and placed one last kiss on his lips, then made her way outside, where she was greeted by mark who escorted her to the bus.

#matty healy #matty healy x oc #mattyhealyfanfic #the 1975 #adam hann #george daniel #ross macdonald #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy smut #bfiafl #abiior #iliwysfyasbysuoi #the 1975 noacf

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prometheusinitiative · 1 year ago

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Kezia and Michiya | MM | Echo

There is a strange, uncanny beauty as the world crumbles around them: Stars blinking across the sky as they dissolve into nothingness in the atmosphere, while debris of the domain shattered into fiery fragments and toppled to the earth amongst the broken tower. Even as each of the cohort rose from the dust, the fractured ground glowed alive through the ash and soot—A moment, a glimmer, and then twinkling out of existence.

Kezia stands amongst the rubble, silent and mesmerized. She doesn’t need to focus hard to feel each of them still there—the vibrations of their hearts still finding a way to her. She takes a deep, long breath, pushing down her fears and pain, before releasing it again as a familiar hand slid gently into her own, fingers lacing tightly.

“Michiya…” She turns to him, dust and ember glittering past as she stares gently into his eyes. “…I don’t want this to be the end.”

Michiya felt like a storm, winds clashing against one another, lightning bottling itself up, just waiting to be released. Ivette in this form was daunting, terrifying, and saddening. She called upon Terminus itself to try and do away with everyone…The person he once saw as a friend, changed into an unforgivable monster.

Michiya feels a dull softness in Kezia’s hand as her fingers lace with his. She was his rock, his support. When the winds threatened to bowl him over, she held firm. He turns to look her in the eyes, his pale green ones glimmering with a newfound hope. He’ll never have to weather this storm alone if she’s there. He gives her a toothy grin, tilting his head and squeezing her hand.

“It won’t be the end. Not if you’re here by my side. And remember what Royce did for us. We’re all badass cryptics. I’m sure all of us together can beat some sense into Ivette."

He leans in, pressing his forehead to hers. His heart begins to spark with life that he’s shared with her before. His voice is soft as he thinks about it.

"No matter what Jules sees in their future, we’ll find a workaround. We won’t let things get out of hand, alright?"

Kezia is silent still, head against his, oddly calm in the presence of Ivette’s endless pain. The ebb of his spark makes her heart skip a beat, and his words reach true—just as she is a rock to him, he always procured endless energy that helped her take leaps into the unknown.

…And just like that, the light is ignited. Her eyes snap open, and she looks up again with the same enthusiastic hope.

“You’re right. Royce gave us that, and we still have each other—together! Michiya… You wanted to give your spark to others, too, right? I was afraid to do this before, but… Now is the time. I can connect it… We’ll need everything, and everything is us—everything that we are.”

She smiles, leaning closer to kiss him gently. When her lips connect, Michiya feels a surge of energy. Atoms within him begin to split, causing ruptures underneath the skin. None of these small explosions within him compare to the pain he’s endured all his life. This pain will become the spark that everyone needs to fight Ivette!

He pulls away from her, his eyes now glowing a bright purple. Lines along his veins begin to glow as well, similar to what happened when he first swallowed the heart. Though this time, he’s in control. He thinks about Eden’s embrace, he thinks about Emmeline’s care. Hinrik’s boundless love. Ridley’s gentleness under the armor she was forced to wear since childhood. The isolation Sixteen felt… Michiya feels these people, and feels his own connection to him. What they need. What he can provide. His voice was soft at first, moving to hold both of Kezia’s hands.

"Fission is energy, as it is also potential. I will grant everyone the potential to finally do something with their newfound power. I don’t want Royce’s heart to go to waste! Do you feel it, Kezia? Do you feel it running under the surface?"

His heart glows a faint light as he focuses on granting everyone the gift that he no longer wants to keep to himself. He wants her to connect to these lines, and to feel his current. It’s a livewire, but he knows Kezia has the strength to take it, and split it amongst them all.

"I thought I’d never be able to help everyone… but here I am~"

Kezia’s eyes close, a smirk on her lips as he speaks. Once more, as she focuses intently on each individual vibration of the cohort—what makes each individually them. Worlds and emotions, stars and minds and all the matter between collide here, burdened by endless pain and fear and determination from Ivette… but, there is a beautiful, blooming harmony that she finds singing amongst it all. Michiya is the first to connect to her, and in that moment of his fount of energy, the amplification starts. Through his control, the echo begins, again, and again, and again. It soon crawls from his hands onto her own, flowing from his heart to hers, teal and purple energies twining in a dance.

The earth splits, and a cocoon of sediment and stone shatters and rolls around Kezia and Michiya, engulfing them both in a river of potent lightning infused leyline energy.

If this is our last battle… then we will give it our all. Ridley is right, Ivette may have Terminus, but we have even more… All of us have each other. All you need to do is reach out…

Through each of the cracks made, a rumble takes its place. It starts and trembles beyond the layers of earth, finding its roots to each of the cohort standing in the basin. A brilliant fused energy fills the fractures, making a webbing between one and all. It trembles excitedly under their feet—a whisper, a gentle hum, a vibration that asks a quiet question:

If they choose to open their hearts to her—to that vulnerability—they’d find the core of what makes one another. It tugs gently at the strings of their soul, weaving tremoring energy into their hearts. They’d sense Kezia, and her ability to feel, a special memory, a word, a warmth that she holds specific for each of them, alongside an endless, splitting, echoed energy that pours deep into their opened hearts from Michiya. It’s safe, and comforting, knowing that each other’s connection is filtered through Kezia at the heart.

We will do our best… for you.

To those who seek, Kezia and Michiya have powered off of what Royce has graciously given them, allowing each to utilize everything that they are outside of their domain: their true and full cryptic selves, connected to one another.

#submission #mm #kezia #michiya

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afterthegreatunknown · 2 years ago

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Randomity: Playing Cards, Menacing, and Relationships: Not In That Order

“You know Ella Jane, when you told me one of the people that you’re bringing along has hooks for hands, I assumed they were the prosthetics type. I didn’t think you’ll be bringing Captain Hook who lost both hands to the Crocodile!”

Fernald fights back the need to scoff at the auburn-hair, pale skinned man standing before the group, leaning against a retro-looking blue van. The man is slightly older than Fernald —he’s probably around that waiter Larry’s age, if Fernald has to guess— and has a rather fresh scar on the upper part of his left cheek. His thick Crown City accent grates Fernald, even more than the joke regarding his hooks for hands. If the man wants to play, Fernald will play.

“If one hook is threatening, two hooks is more sinister,” answers Fernald, giving the man a cheeky smile. “It gives the teenagers in their car at a lover lane all the more reasons to get the hell on home.”

The man gives a hearty laugh. “Oh, that’s great, man! Ella Jane, care for some introductions?”

“Gladly. Everyone, meet my acquaintance Bernstein. Bernstein, meet the men assisting us.” Ella Jane then gestures to Stepfather. “This man here is Heng. You’re going to be entrusting him with driving Rocher’s Madden if things get ugly.”

“Hello!” says Stepfather, walking up to the man, and forcibly shakes Bernstein’s hand. “It’s a pleasure you meet you! Aye! How do you do?”

“…I’m doing fine,” answers Bernstein, keeping quiet as Stepfather drops his hand, walks over to the other side of retro van…for some reason. No doubt that Bernstein is shaken up by Stepfather’s odd behavior and his way of speaking.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get use to the ‘aye’ in no time,” says Ella Jane, now gesturing to Hector. “This man here is Hector. He’s the former handyman that is going to do some maintenance work and repairs in the row house.”

“I’ll do the best I can,” says Hector. “If what your associate told me is true, we might be on a time limit. I’m thankful that your associate Rocher has a toolbox in her possession already for me to use.”

“And this young man over here,” says Ella Jane, gesturing to Fernald, “is Jules. Jules, you’re going to assist Bernstein with Alps. Hopefully you two can get along well.”

Fernald says nothing, only a small wave with his right hook.

“No need to worry about us, Ella Jane. I have a feeling we’ll get along wonderfully.” Bernstein snaps his fingers, and makes them two finger-guns. “Now, let’s get this show on the road!”

As Bernstein slides over the hood of the retro van, Fernald wonders how much of the work he has to do. From what Fernald have seen of Bernstein so far, Bernstein is a person who can’t menace in general.

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“Yes! I win again!” Bernstein dances in his seat as he throws down his hand of cards onto the dashboard. “I am the Fernald’s Folly champ!”

“You clearly have a case of beginner’s luck,” snarls Fernald. Three games played, and Fernald lost them all. Fernald had never lost the game of Fernald’s Folly, a game he created as a child. A game he originally created for himself and his dad, it’s now mostly play by Fernald and others.

Fernald has no damn idea how Bernstein keeps on winning. Not excluding his dad, anyone who Fernald taught the game always loses. Even those that has years of experience —Stepfather, Ike, and Josephine, just to name a few— of Fernald’s Folly under their belt still lost.

“You’re just mad that I’m beating your ass.” Bernstein gives a sharp laugh as he collects all the cards from the pile, putting them into a true proper deck.

Fernald gives a scoff and rolls his eyes. “I’m not mad. Just pointing out the obvious.”

“Is that so?” asks Bernstein. “You tone of voice and expression says otherwise. You make it seems as if you created the game itself and thus have the expectation of always winning. While there’s nothing wrong with winning game, it’s more fun to lose.”

Fernald wishes he could say, “Yeah, I created the game, jackass! So, pardon me if I do feel like winning to everyone except to the one person in my life who hurt me the most,” but doesn’t. It’ll be hard to explain why a man name Jules created a game call Fernald’s Folly.

Bernstein separates the deck into two smaller stacks, and riffle shuffles them. He does it twice more, and gives himself five cards, face down. He does the same for Fernald, and then sets the remaining deck onto the middle of the dashboard. Fernald stares at the five cards before him, and then back at Bernstein, who has his five cards in his hand.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, if I lost a game to any talent opponent —not just one who I have a rivalry with— it would make me want to sharpen my skills, and thrive for a rematch that leads to my win,” answers Bernstein. “I wouldn’t be able to do that if I kept on constantly winning.”

“I guess not,” mutters Fernald, leaning back against the passenger seat.

“Hmm, tell you what,” says Bernstein, taking one card from the deck —a Joker card— and sets it down face-side up. “Let’s make this game more interesting with a wage. If you win, you’ll get my playing cards. I have plenty at home, and losing this one deck will make no difference.”

“I do miss having a deck of cards to call my own,” says Fernald, smiling. “If I lose again?”

“We keep on playing until you win, or until we see Alps making his way around here to make his so-call surprise visit to the row house.”

“Fine by me.”

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“Will you please give me a chance to explain myself? You know there’s two sides to every story!” The brown-haired man outreaches a hand towards Bernstein’s right shoulder, barely touching it with the tips of his fingers.

Bernstein gives a bitter smile as he quickly pulls away from the other man, and shakes his head. “Two sides to every story? I have a feeling if I heard your side of things, Alps, you’ll still get the same response from me.”

Fernald keeps quiet as he leans against the hood of Bernstein’s retro van, and continues to watch the conversation unfolding. Despite thinking poorly of Bernstein early on, Fernald can see that the man is doing a good job holding up against Alps with menacing. The pain and betrayal Bernstein has is doing a much better job than anything Fernald could ever do. Still, he’s hanging around in case he needs to do something.

“Come on! We know each other since fucking elementary school!”

“And?”

“And? Think about it! A black-haired beauty shows soaking wet from the rain to our hangout. Despite our probing, she tells us little about herself.” Alps hacks a bit, then spits onto the ground. “Yet out of the goodness of your heart —all of our hearts— we befriended her. We showed her around Crown City when no one else could. All we done to help her, and she’s suddenly saying all this bullshit about me. We might have known her for five months, but she’s still a still technical stranger to us. You’re believing the words of stranger than your best friend!”

“Of course I’ll be taking Ella Jane’s words over yours. She was the one who stopped you from verbally insulting V at Wellington’s Arms two months ago after closing hours.”

“I got hammered! You make it seems as if drunk people never get into a—”

“And it was Ella Jane who took V to the ER room a few weeks ago after her apparent ‘flight down the apartment stairs,’ which is something you apparently didn’t hear happening.”

“I had my earphones on! I couldn’t hear a thing. You know that I’m a bit hard of—”

“And you literally gave me this thing as I pulled V away to safety from you, in front of a crowd of people, just yesterday.” Bernstein points to the still fresh scar on his upper left cheek.

“Well…it’s just that…it was supposed to be a private matter! Can’t you understand that?”

Fernald couldn’t help but scoff at hearing Alps pathetically trying to answer back to his friend. He can’t believe the man is serious. Fernald just has to say his two cents.

“You know damn well that it isn’t,” says Fernald. “Considering people saw you raising your hand at your fiancée in public, if Bernstein wasn’t there, someone else would have intervene instead.”

“I say otherwise, but I’m not the mood to argue, freak.” Alps narrows his eyes at Fernald.

“I have a physical disability, asshole,” replies Fernald.

“Then why not get fake wood hands to cover them?”

“Because I don’t care for them much.”

“I say you should.” Alps’ lips forms into a cruel smile. “I’m honestly not surprise Wile managed to get a freak outsider like yourself into her lies. She must have smooth-talked you really well.”

Fernald growls in responds. “That’s not what happened.”

“I bet you loved all the compliments she whispered to your ear,” continues Alps, clearly pretending to not have heard Fernald speaking. “Consider your lack of hands, I bet you had a hard life, going through many trials to get where you are now, which is still pathetic.”

“I was born with hands, and loss them later in life.”

“Really?” Alps raises an eyebrow. “The chip on your shoulder must be something else then.”

Fernald narrows his eyes. “You better stop talking before you do something stupid.”

“But what could it be?” prattles Alps. He mocks thinking, and then snaps his fingers. “Of course! It’s too obvious! It’s daddy issues! Your old man left suddenly and unexpectedly at a young age, promising to come back, but never did. And that’s because you discovered years later as a freak, he remarried, and moved far away. You got abandoned, and you know that—”

“I said stop talking, you fucking idiot!”

Fernald quickly takes two steps towards Alps, and swipes his right hook towards the man’s face. Both Bernstein and Alps move away from him, but Alps falls down onto his ass.

Fernald continues to chase Alps, who is scurrying away on the ground. The faster Alps scurries, the faster Fernald walks. When Alps finally reaches the chain fence. Fernald smirks and laughs; this is always his favorite part. Fernald slowly raises his right hook above his head—

“Jules!” cries Bernstein’s voice. The man’s voice is right beside him now, shaky and scare.

And stops. Fernald stops his smirk and laughing, and he slowly lowers his right hook to his side. Fernald stay quiet as he watches Alps slowly standing up again, with all the blood draining away from his face. Alp is pale, and he turns to look at Bernstein, now standing by Fernald, with a grateful expression. Fernald watches Bernstein stays quiet as he suddenly raises a fist and punches Alps across the face, near his chin. And Alps falls down, unconscious.

Fernald stares at Alps, and then once again stares at Bernstein. “I didn’t—I wasn’t planning to hurting him. Please don’t tell my stepdad and everyone else when we get back. Please don’t.”

“Don’t worry about it,” answers Bernstein calmly, placing a reassuring hand on Fernald’s shoulder. “Anger can get to best of us. And I won’t tell anyone what you nearly did. Your secret is safe with me. Now, let’s try tying the bastard to the fence so he doesn’t cause more trouble.”

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #fanfic #fernald #hook handed man #(hector and widdershins due to appearing one [1] time)#(are not tagged)#randomity (a collection of ficlets and fics)#we all queue in a yellow submarine

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He takes the card, flipping it to admire how adult it is now, before slipping it into his pocket and moving to retrieve his phone. Julian might answer texts, but he's not the kind of person to send one anymore. Once he'd been a menace, texting at 3AM when he couldn't sleep about anything and everything like his friends were his own personal google. Now everyone still thinks he's dead, and he'd do his best to keep it that way.

... but part of him worries.

Can't help but worry, really. He's hard-wired to worry. Now that his powers are back and stronger than ever, keeping his distance would be selfish. Yet proximity does breed danger.

"Listen," he pauses to retrieve the card, flipping open his phone to send a quick text. "I want to keep you out of all of this, but... Since you're an EMT, you might run into some leads here. If you encounter any cases of spontaneous new mutations way outside the usual age range, or the sudden disappearance existing mutations in the usual age range, remove yourself from the situation and let me know."

A beat. He looks down at his phone, keeps his eyes trained there as he taps a message to Magneto letting him know he was calling it. His gaze stays there as he speaks, doing his best to keep his voice light.

"... And I know how you meant it. It's cool, you're not wrong. S'why I took off and try not to stay anywhere for long... It's safer if I'm a stranger to everybody."

I wanted out too.

The least he can do is some light healing. It's not enough of an apology. For leaving, for dying, for - reminding. His hands stay firmly to himself, but the aches and pains of a long shift quietly disappear from the other mutant's body.

"... I should go. It was good to see you, Jules. Sorry. Stay safe."

The answer comes almost too fast, which sends Julian's alarm bells going off. He's heard talk like this since he was a teenager, from too many friends lost down bad roads. People he respected, people he trusted. Part of him wants to press Josh, get out of him what the heck he was doing in this neck of the woods, but he held himself back. For starters they were still in the middle of the street, and starting to draw eyes; though Julian being a mutant in town was known, there weren't many, and having Josh out here catching the sun like a fucking oversized Oscar statue was definitely a good distance from low profile.

There was the touch of a smile on Josh's face, though, and he couldn't help feeling a painful nostalgia; he remembered the easy smiles, the laughing about nothing at all back at the Institute, when they were stupid kids who thought they had the whole world at their feet. Back then when the smile had gone it had scared Julian...

now it just made him sad.

"Hey -- I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." His head hung a bit, heel scuffing. "It's just..." He snorted suddenly, pushing off the bench. "I've been on my feet for 24 hours straight. My plans for tonight involved eating this --" he held up the bag, whose bottom is now thoroughly soaked in grease-- "and then passing out watching something mindless on Netflix. You just kinda threw me for a loop."

He fished in his jacket pocket, came back with a wrinkled card. "Here -- had these made up a while back when I was lookin' for work." Julian Keller -- Graduate with Honors, Jean Grey School for Higher Learning, plus his phone number and a professional-looking email address. He held it out between two fingers. "My schedule's all over the place, but I do answer texts." A pause, blue eyes steady as he caught Josh's gaze -- it used to unnerve him, but now it just felt normal. "You look good. Don't be a stranger."

#v. curled up like a fist protesting death. brotherhood.#merriemarvels

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1-800-imagines · 3 years ago

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our little secret - part 3 nate jacobs imagine.

authors note: a LOT of maddy perez hate in this part. reader blames her for the faults in maddy and nate’s relationship. ALSO/ nate was not tyler to jules in this, just for story line purpose. remember it’s just a fic.

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arguing with nate was maddy perez’s favorite thing to do so naturally, she had to antagonize him before she came into the bathroom.

you rolled your eyes. you hated how she treated nate. he wasn’t the nicest to her, but that was because she purposely did shit to bring that out in him.

no one knew how nate’s dad treated him — mentally and physically. not even maddy.

you had been there one night, when something happened. it was over winter break.

you had snuck in nate’s window. it was one of the first nights you were going to try and stay over at his house and leave in the morning before anyone knew.

nate had gone downstairs to get something so you were left in his room to explore. it was a typical high school jock’s room, nothing interesting. except that you found one of the notes you had thrown at him, folded neatly and pressed in between two books.

a secret softie. you smiled to yourself.

then you heard a crash, like furniture being thrown and a man yelling. “you let them walk ALL over you, nathaniel!”

you held your breath, waiting for what would happen next, the chaos was moving closer to you.

nate would get in more shit if mr.jacobs found out you were here. you made a split decision to hide under nate’s bed. you could see very little, but you were out of view.

nate’s door swung open as cal pushed nate inside. “you think i raised MY son to act like this? you should be ashamed of yourself.” cal was on the verge of screaming.

“yeah dad, that means a lot coming from you.” nate’s words were poison towards his father.

“watch it.” cal’s voice dropped low.

“why? you just want everything to be swept under the rug, but you get to treat me like shit? no. you fucked my girlfriend’s best friend. who is a minor.” nate sneered. you were shocked by 2 things: nate was defending jules & he called you his girlfriend.

the next thing you knew, nate had been knocked to the ground and his father was beating him bloody. you had to cover your mouth from screaming. you wouldn’t have been able to stop him.

nate’s face turned towards you under the bed and you made eye contact, ‘i’m so sorry’ you mouthed.

this made nate stand up to his father and land a solid punch to his nose. “get the fuck out of my room. leave the fucking house or i’ll tell mom all about this. get OUT!” he said shoving his dad as hard as he could out the room.

once nate slammed his door, you scrambled out from under his bed and threw your arms around him, “are you okay?” you were frantic.

he was tense at first but slowly relaxed into you and sat on his bed, pulling you with him. “i’m okay.” he nodded.

you looked him over, he was bleeding and you couldn’t really tell where from. you started to get off of him but he caught your wrist gently, “don’t go.”

“i’m just getting a towel. not leaving, i promise.” the poor boy.

you went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth, when you came back you sat on the bed and motioned for nate to come lay in your lap, “come here lovie.”

lovie had been something your grandma always called you growing up. it was basically your name at home. everyone had their nicknames and yours was lovie.

calling nate that had slipped out of your mouth before you realized it. he didn’t react really, just laid his head in your lap.

that’s when you really looked at him. nate with his bloody face from his dad. it reminded you of when your dad had hit you and fez when you were little. tears began to stream down your face. you started to clean nate’s face so he couldn’t see you crying.

“i’ll fucking kill him. fez will kill him. ash will kill him. i don’t care but someone will fucking kill him.” you said with the tears still streaming down, pressing a wet towel to the cut above his forehead.

“no, if anyones gonna kill him, it’s gonna be me.” nate said, moving the towel and looking up at you, “you’re never going to have to see anything like that ever again. i promise.”

you had been too lost in the moment remembering that night to realize what was happening.

you had spaced out and now there were two people in the bathroom. before you knew it, your head was hitting the bath tub tile and you were losing consciousness.

the last thing you heard was maddy saying “what the fuck?” as she pulled the shower curtain open.

(will do tags later)

#nate jacobs fic #nate jacobs fanfic #nate euphoria #nate jacobs euphoria #nate jacobs x you #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs imagines #nate jacobs #euphoria fic #euphoria imagine #euphoria fanfic #euphoria

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stressedemoblackbratz · 3 years ago

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what the hell pt. 3

pairing: euphoria characters x black!fem!reader

warnings: swearing and slight violence.

a/n: final episode to what the hell will be posted after this weeks finale :/ i also tried to fix stuff up at 5 am so something’s gotta be wrong.

words: 1.1k + not proofread

part one | part two | part four | how she came to be

you're on your knees begging, "please, stay with me", but, honestly i just need to be a little crazy.

Fez and Ash weren’t able to get ahold of Custer. he was still out there and Fez had been on edge. Ash had been looking around the house to see if anyone was scoping out the area. Faye was shook up though, she knew she was being looked at a certain way for obvious reasons.

shit was hard.

Monday morning slapped you right in the fucking face.

Cassie tried to do the same thing much to your surprise.

“you fucking bitch!” you yelled in the blondes direction. the entire hallway was looking at you two. Lexi and Jules both pulling you back while Nate was checking on the collapsed girl on the dirty ass floor.

you had been in your locker talking to Jules when a hand flew past your face and out of instinct you swung back. you didn’t know what you connected with, but when you looked down and Cassie laid on the floor stunned you saw red.

“Cassie let’s fucking go!” Nate’s voice boomed through the silencing hallway. Cassie shakily looked up at him him, breathing quickly as she turned her head back to your pissed off form.

“nasty ass fucking bitch!” you yelled before lunging at the screaming girl who looked like a mix between Maddy and Jules. you felt her claw like nails scratch into your hair before landing a punch onto her cheek. as soon as she let out a sickening yell Lexi, who had actually followed her sister over to stop her, and Jules grabbed you.

“just wait till Maddy beats the breaks off your bitch ass! i gave you the benefit of the doubt of just needing to feel something, but ugh!” you groaned in the halls. you looked down at your now ruined fresh set of nails, you were missing a few gems. looking over at the girl you saw her crying eyes.

“you’re a fucking loser right now. literally fuck him, Maddy was your best friend. look at you now…you don’t even look like yourself.” you let out a dry laugh.

“who even are you?” you said with an outstretched palm before allowing it to slap your thigh on the way down.

“you dressing her up like this?” you asked the tall boy before you who was sputtering. you focused your gaze back onto Cassie who was crying in a heap.

“y/n...” the Cassie’s voice cracked.

“you literally could’ve had anyone else.” you sighed before turning around and running straight into Elliot.

“y/n please-“ he started staring down at you. you were so beautiful in this moment to him. wild hair from the tussle, makeup still in tact, wild eyes, red palms, and clearly on a mission.

“baby i know it’s a bad time, but i really am sorry. please just-“ he tried to explain with his hands reaching out towards you.

“fuck outta my way. i’m not accepting another weak ass apology.” you said scooting around him as a group of students “oou”‘ed and “aw”’ed at him getting rejected.

he stood there wide eyed at your retreating form.

Lexi and Jules ran to catch up with you, Rue pulled away from her own locker, where she was watching, and followed you all. Kat and Maddy rounded the hall and followed the group of you.

none of you had all been alone since the exposure.

“you beat her ass!” Rue laughed before covering her mouth when Jules gave her a raised brow and Lexi was struggling to stifle her own laugh.

“wait what?” Maddy asked you all. Jules quickly reexplained what happened to her for you.

“me and y/n were just by her locker talking and Cassie came out of nowhere to slap her, y/n dodged, and then beat her ass.” Jules explained now trying to stifle her own laughter.

Kat let out a loud cackle before everyone else slowly joined in.

quieting down Lexi took notice of you not going off on Rue and decided to question you.

“if…i told you she also beat my ass like a day after exposing us in front of Fez’s house while Faye was a makeshift referee would you believe me?” Rue deadpanned before running a hand through her hair.

“y/n?!” Lexi said quickly turning to you. you laughed before you quickly quieted down. you remembered her script and felt some kind of way. she saw your mood switch and before she could question it Principal Hayes walked out.

“girls.” all eyes turned to him as he stared each one of you down, looking at you longer. “i want all those closely involved to stay and all those who weren’t to leave.”

everyone stepped back leaving you, Lexi, and Jules by his door.

“Vaughn.” he called Jules into his office as the other girls walked back to class.

you and Lexi were left to sit on the bench while Jules as interrogated. this was the perfect time to text Fez that you needed a place to chill at.

y/n: can i come over soon? i just got in a fight and i think i’m going home early.

fez: oh word? was it Rue again?

y/n: cassie got her ass rocked by yours truly

fez: WORLDSTARRRRR

giggling at his message you looked up to see Lexi staring intently at your phone.

shit.

“he’s been ignoring me.” she bluntly said. you nodded before getting to the point.

“you turned my break down into your hero moment, of course he’s ignoring you.” you said watching her face fall before she quickly shook her head.

“no…no, no, no! i- well i did.” she said moving her hands around quickly. she calmed herself down before trying to form a sentence.

“i’m trying so hard, but please don’t make me beat your ass too. i’m knocking this “friend group” off like flies.” you said before she could get a word out.

“i- um…i did and i promise you i changed it. i’m just explaining our lives from my point of view. i did have your words become mine because i thought it was powerful how you told us about ourselves, but i took it out. it wasn’t me.”

“…is Fez in the play?” you asked her. you were relieved your part was gone, but let Fez be in there and she’d be leaking on the pavement too.

“as a bad person? no. as my love interest? …kinda yeah.” she sheepishly shrugged. you sighed in relief. you had to tell him that later. did it change the fact everyone was gonna know everyone’s business though? no. you did feel bad, but you knew the main people who did things up to now didn’t involve you. you were pretty clean compared to Nate or Cassie.

so if it ain’t about me? let’s keke.

“Howard!“ Hayes called from outside of his office as Jules quickly rushed out of the room.

Lexi took a deep breath before marching in.

you sighed and looked up at the lighting in the ceiling til your sight blurred.

if only New Years didn’t welcome you with bullshit.

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lifesver · 1 year ago

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@ultescape said: [ support ] - also reverse... perhaps supporting leland out of the house :/ + @fcused said: [ catch ] - for receiver to catch sender as they stumble or collapse from exhaustion / sickness / injuries + reverse. / concussed retriever after running it down mid on 2hp type beat.

leland makes stumbled, half-blind steps down the dust road in the dark. julie has his arm looped over her shoulder, teeth pressed together tight as she does her best to steer them both toward the de-activated cattle grid up ahead. everyone else had made it past the gates already.

he had fallen behind, and made sure of it.

in that moment, grappling with johnny, growling to julie to run — please, julie, just fucking go — he hadn't cared what would happen to him. he hadn't expected anyone to turn around.

but julie had. julie wouldn't let him get away with something so fucking stupid.

the dark treeline tilts around them. vision bends — has been bending, since johnny nailed him right into the dirt, with a rough hand in his hair, and snarled taunts in his ear. and then he did that a few more times, again, and again, until something snapped, ugly and wrong and white-hot painful, until leland came up gasping on dirt and blood.

but julie had turned around. in a moment, the weight was off his back. in a moment, julie had plunged pointed end of bone into the man's shoulder. enough time to turn the tables, for leland to reverse them, knee dug into the man's ribcage, as he'd cracked knuckles into the jackal's face over and over. until jackal spat up sharp gurgles of blood beneath him. until he stopped taunting. until he kept his friends' names out of his sneering mouth.

rage, shaking, twisting, visceral. wanted him to pay for it. for ever laying a hand on maria, on any of them —

leland, leland. that's enough —

he had made a mess of the guys face, and his own hands, by then. he should have killed him. he would have. he didn't. he let julie drag him up and off the man, pulled him staggering through the rows of sunflowers.

and ruined knuckles are the least of his problems. his nose is probably broken. the sharp, nervy sting of it reached up into his split eyebrow. the jagged blade swipe across his face feels sticky with fresh and drying blood. and beneath that, his temple, the line of his jaw, bruising sickly purple. he guesses he could thank the adrenaline, for how his face had bypassed burning, and ebbed into an uncomfortable numbness, instead.

come on, leland! it's only a little further, come on —

leland is all but on autopilot — whittled down to the emergency services going off single-file in his brain, that tell him to move, to run, to breathe. his sense returns in pieces, registering the sound of the man still sputtering curses in the dirt some distance behind them. that they have to move fast. that maybe the guy wasn't going to be getting up any time soon, but julie had said something — something about the older man in the white shirt, shambling toward the generator.

❝ jules. ❞ he croaks, around his bloody nose, to which she doesn't answer, at first, just hurries them along with a ragged determination. it's just a little further, she repeats. neither of them have the breath to spare.

❝ 'm sorry. ❞ he says, anyway. she knows exactly for what. the sound is thick with the blood spilling freely over his hand. again, she doesn't answer, but her brow worries. there are new mascara tracks, bleeding down her dirtied cheeks.

they pass over the cattle grid. the cattle grid zaps to life on their heels.

then, the lights of that god-awful house are finally fading behind them. he can hear a slurry of voice from up ahead, julie throwing a breathless scream of connie's name.

footsteps quicken toward them. he staggers, misses a step, and julie crumbles off-balance with his weight, too — but this time another pair of hands catch him at the arm. the three of them stabilize. leland blinks against a dizzied rush of ginger hair, and connie's underwater voice next to his ear. his knees wobble, threaten to give, but he refrains from taking them all to the ground with him.

connie's holding his messy face in her hands, trying to get his unfocused eyes on her; leland, leland, hey — and relief flashes in his chest. of course. connie had gotten the gate unlocked. connie, who he had last seen in that slaughterhouse, staring back at him in terror. not unlike now.

❝ hey, ❞ he answers, with a casual gentleness, that rakes against his abused throat. i'm okay, he wants to reassure. jules saved me, but you could probably tell. he settles for an earnest ❝ sorry. 'm late. ❞ his smile is weak, and half-loopy. if he were feeling less like smeared roadkill, maybe he would have a better joke.

more hurried, staggered footsteps approach, and it's sonny, and danny, and ana. eyes squeeze tight, as saltwater wells and stings; thank god. thank fucking god. he can hear their voices, exhausted, indistinct around him, sonny's hands on his shoulders, taking julie's place on his other side. we thought we lost you, man. leland lilts his head, to gently bump against sonny's with a soft laugh. and he squeezes julie's hand, mumbles an equally-soft thank-you-jules, as he transfers her to danny's arms. danny whispers thank-yous of shaking desperation into her hair, too.

everyone, hurt bad. terrified, far from help. but alive.

leland's eyes return to connie; ❝ ... don't worry. not all mine, ❞ he mumbles, in some vague justification to his sorry state. as though a strong ninety-percent of the gore-splatter wasn't, in fact, just his. as if she hadn't probably seen him, seen all of it. seen him back in the slaughter house, too. wild-eyed, wildfire anger.

a hazy ache beats the inside of his skull. something that felt like another apology.

he had worried her. had probably scared her, too.

leland anchors on her blurring features, even as his eyes flutter, and try to blink back rising water. and the night threatens to spin and swoop and darken around him. one hand comes up to cradle her face, threadbare smile still clinging faintly. thumb smears blood on her cheek, by accident, and he laughs, or sobs, and the tears spill anyway, speckle her muddied flannel.

❝ i'm so glad you're okay. ❞

#leland when his girls save him: TT__TT #the thing is what if they lived and all held each other in brief but relative safety what then #sorry for the combined draft it just ... it just happened like th #ultescape #fcused #( ☆ ) ⸻ THE FILM WHICH YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE... / ic.#( ☆ ) ⸻ CH. 1 / verse.

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