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purplereina11 · 13 days ago

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🏀 Based after Eleven 🏀

Chapter 6

It started as playful online chemistry with someone unexpected-Alexia Putellas. Flirty banter turned into late-night texts before a heated moment on a club balcony shifted everything.

Now it was post game meet-ups, no-strings friends-with-benefits arrangement. They shared passion, comfort, and the grind of pro sports. But as the season went on, lines blurred.

It was supported to stay simple. These things never do however. Not in professional sports. The option to stay isn't always yours.

Days passed.

You didn't hear from her.

And you didn’t reach out either.

There was no dramatic fallout. No apology. No long-winded explanation. Just silence—thick and stubborn, hanging between you like a held breath no one was willing to let go of first.

You poured yourself into training. Kept your head down. Pushed through sets like they were personal battles. Teammates noticed the edge, the shift. Liv said nothing. Maya gave you space. Everyone knew better.

Still, every night when you dropped onto your couch after a shower, body wrecked and mind restless, your thumb hovered over her name more times than you could count.

And every time, you told yourself you wouldn’t do it.

Until you did.

11:53 PM

You finally gave in, typing out a short, straight-to-the-point message:

You: You up?

It sat there, read.

No reply.

You waited, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to convince yourself you didn’t care. That it didn’t matter.

At 12:07 AM, your phone buzzed.

Alexia: Busy.

That was it. One word. No punctuation. No softness. No you okay? or what’s going on?

Just busy. You stared at it for a long time. Because it was midnight. And you knew she wasn’t. Not really. Not that kind of busy.

Not when you used to be the one she came to at this hour. Not when she used to crawl into your bed like it was hers too, when she used to ask if you were still awake even though she was already unlocking your door.

Your jaw tensed. You tossed the phone onto the cushion beside you, stared at the ceiling, and muttered under your breath:

“Okay.” You weren’t going to beg. If she wanted distance, fine.

But you couldn’t shake the cold in your chest—that silent confirmation that maybe things had changed more than you’d let yourself believe. And this time, neither of you were pretending it didn’t matter.

—

The sound of the pop was immediate.

Sharp. Sickening. Final.

You went down hard, the edge of your sneaker folding underneath your foot as you landed off-balance from a rebound during scrimmage. You hit the court and gritted your teeth, hand instinctively grabbing your ankle as a flare of pain shot up your leg.

Practice screeched to a halt.

Maya was at your side in seconds. “Shit. Stay down.”

The trainers rushed in, already unwrapping tape, calling for ice, compressions, and a crutch before you even got your breath back. You waved off the panic with a clenched jaw and a tight, “I’m fine,” even though your ankle was already ballooning—twice the size it should’ve been.

You didn’t cry.

Didn’t yell.

Didn’t flinch.

But you knew it was bad.

And now you were in the treatment room, leg elevated, ice strapped tight, a bag of your own sweat-drenched practice clothes on the floor and the sharp sting of frustration crawling up your spine.

You didn’t even hear the door open—until the voices followed. Low. Familiar. Alexia. And Vicky.

You didn’t look at first. Just kept your eyes on the ceiling, letting the sting of the cold numbing your ankle distract you from the fact that they had just casually walked in together, chatting like nothing in the world was off.

Like you weren’t sitting right there, surrounded by tense trainers and worried teammates. You could feel her glance toward you. It was brief. Barely a flick of the eyes.

But it was there. She saw the swelling. The tension. The pain. She saw the head physio’s furrowed brow. The ice packs stacked like armor. The concerned whisper from Maya in the corner.

And still, she said nothing.

Just kept talking to Vicky, her voice lower now, more polite, more distant, as if acknowledging you would somehow pull too much weight from whatever story she was pretending she was living in.

You watched her from the corner of your eye, jaw clenched. You knew she saw you. Knew she knew something was wrong.

And she didn’t ask. Didn’t move. Didn’t even stop talking. That did more damage than the ankle.

Vicky noticed. You saw her glance between you and Alexia like she could smell the tension. But she didn’t say anything either. Eventually, the door clicked shut behind them, the air colder than when they walked in.

You laid your head back against the wall, chest tight, frustration finally bubbling through the cracks.

Liv came over quietly, her brows pulled together. “You okay?”

“No,” you muttered. “But what’s new?”

She didn’t ask about Alexia. She didn’t need to. Because the answer was written all over your face—and buried deep in the silence she left behind.

The hall was quieter than usual when you left the treatment room, crutches clicking sharply against the tile floor, every step reminding you of the throbbing pulse in your ankle—and the bigger ache simmering somewhere deeper.

Practice had long ended, but a few of the football girls still lingered around the corridor. You barely glanced up, hoodie over your head, eyes locked forward as you moved.

Then you heard it.

Her voice. Alexia. “Hey” she called out, somewhere to your left, the sound of her trainers scuffing slightly on the floor as she turned toward you. “Wait—what happened?”

You didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow.

She caught up beside you, brows drawn, breath a little quick like she’d jogged to catch you. “Your ankle—what happened? Why didn’t anyone tell me you were hurt?”

You shifted your crutch slightly, adjusting your weight before replying—flat, cold, quiet. “Busy.”

Her face fell the second the word hit the air. You didn’t look at her. Just kept walking. Step. Click. Step. Click.

Alexia stopped mid-stride, turning toward your retreating figure, her mouth opening—then closing again.

Because you’d said it like she did. One word. Dismissive. Final. She couldn’t follow. Not this time.

Not after she'd stood feet from you in the trainer’s room, eyes on your swollen ankle, lips sealed like nothing was wrong. Not after she'd walked out with Vicky and pretended you weren’t breaking in plain sight.

Now, the silence was hers. And you didn’t owe her anything—not even an explanation.

Not anymore.

You were slouched across the padded bench in the locker room, crutches propped beside you, ankle wrapped tight, elevated on your kit bag. Your hoodie was pulled over your head, headphones in, volume just loud enough to block out the rest of the team’s chatter but not so loud that you couldn’t hear someone approaching.

You felt it before you saw them.

Liv sat beside you first, a water bottle in hand. Maya hovered for a second, then leaned against the locker across from you, arms folded.

You didn’t look up. Didn’t have to.

Maya was the first to speak, casually—too casually. “So… Alexia asked about you.”

Your stomach tightened, but your face didn’t move. “Cool.”

Liv exchanged a glance with Maya. “Like, she actually stopped us in the hallway after your physio and said, ‘What happened to her? How bad is it?’”

Maya added, “Which, for someone who said nothing while you were being iced like a fish fillet in front of her, is kind of a plot twist.”

You pulled one earbud out, finally glancing up. “Well,” you said flatly, “she’s got her priorities straight now.”

Liv cocked her head. “You gonna talk to her?”

“Nope.”

Maya raised a brow. “You sure?”

You looked down at your wrapped ankle, then back at them. “I don’t care.”

It came out quick. Sharp. Too sharp. Liv didn’t press. Just said, “Alright.”

Maya wasn’t so convinced. “Not even a little?”

You paused, the corner of your mouth twitching—barely. You let the silence stretch before muttering, “…Maybe a little.”

Liv smiled gently. “Figured.”

You didn’t say anything else. Because yeah, it stung. Yeah, you noticed when she looked through you in that room. And yeah, even now, hearing she’d asked about you—asked after—felt like something. But it wasn’t enough to undo the fact that when it mattered, she said nothing. She left you there, hurting, surrounded by worried teammates, and acted like it was just another day.

So maybe you cared. A little. But not enough to let her know that.

The next couple days were slow.

Rehab became your new routine—ice, stretch, physio, repeat. While your teammates sharpened on the court, you were stuck watching from the sidelines, arms folded over your chest, frustration buried deep beneath your steady expression.

You didn’t talk about Alexia. You didn’t ask about her. And you sure as hell didn’t text her.

But she stayed in the corners. In the glance Liv gave you when she scrolled past something on her feed. In the way Maya stopped mid-sentence one afternoon and said, “She’s been quiet.” In the fact that you hadn’t taken her name off your lock screen notifications, even though you told yourself you should.

It was just sex. It was just casual. It was just silence now. But silence had a weight to it. And then came the next time you saw her.

You were hobbling down the hall from the weight room, crutches under each arm, sweat slick down your neck from a frustrating rehab circuit, headphones in. The pain wasn’t awful—but the boredom was worse. You missed being explosive. Missed feeling in control.

You turned a corner—And there she was. Coming from the opposite direction, alone this time, dressed down in a hoodie and joggers, a water bottle tucked into the crook of her arm. Her pace slowed the moment she saw you.

You both did.

Her eyes dropped to your ankle, still wrapped, still stiff. Then flicked up to your face. You stared back, unreadable. She opened her mouth like she was going to say something. Maybe “Hi.” Maybe “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t give her the chance. You nodded—barely—and kept moving, crutches clicking steadily past her, not missing a beat.

No words. No pause. Just cool air in the hallway and everything that didn’t get said.

You made it halfway to the exit before your chest started to tighten. That uncomfortable pull that reminded you how close you’d once been. How easily she used to brush your hand, your hip, your thigh. How easily she looked through you now.

You didn’t look back. Didn’t need to. Because whatever she might’ve said…

Whatever she might’ve wanted now… She’d had the chance to show up. And she didn’t.

You were fine—until you weren’t. You had managed to hold it together through practice. Through rehab. Through the awkward, silent pass in the hallway with Alexia. Through all of it.

But the final straw? Trying to get your damn gear into your car.

You stood in the nearly empty lot outside the facility, crutches propped against your hip as you tried to swing your bag into the back seat. It slipped the first time. The second time, it hit your ankle, and you hissed through your teeth, nearly dropping the crutch you were balancing on.

You cursed—once, hard, under your breath. The pain wasn’t the worst part.

It was the frustration. The way everything had built up behind your ribs. The way it felt like you were carrying too much—physically, emotionally, all of it. The way no one really saw it, not even her, not when it counted.

You leaned your forehead against the roof of the car and closed your eyes, breathing hard. Then… it cracked.

Tears burned before you could stop them.

Your jaw locked. You didn’t sob—but they came anyway.

Silent. Hot. Angry.

You stayed like that for a long minute. Forehead pressed to cool metal. Shoulders tight. Breathing ragged. Then you heard her voice. Soft. Close. “Let me help.”

You froze. Of course she was there. Of course she saw this. You didn’t lift your head. Just muttered, “I’m fine.”

“Come on,” Alexia said gently. “Give me the bag. I’ve got it.”

You reached blindly for your crutch. “I said I’m fine.”

“And I heard you,” she replied, firmer now. “But you’re clearly not.”

You whipped around to face her, blinking through the blur. “Why are you even here?”

She looked caught for a second—caught between an answer and a lie. “I saw you through the window,” she admitted. “You looked like you needed—”

“I don’t,” you snapped, louder than intended.

Alexia’s jaw tensed. “Stop being stubborn.”

“Stop acting like you care now.”

That one hit. You saw it land in her eyes. But she didn’t walk away. “Just let me help you,” she said through her teeth.

You scoffed, yanking open the driver’s door. “Okay, Capitana. Go ahead.”

Her eyes flared, temper flashing beneath the surface. “Don’t start.”

You turned back, sarcasm sharp. “Why not? That’s what we do now, right? Start things we don’t finish?”

“Don’t,” she warned again, stepping closer now, voice tight. “Don’t do that with me.”

You stared at each other in the fading light of the parking lot, emotion crackling in the air like static.

Two people who had no idea where the line was anymore—but kept stepping over it anyway.

The tension between you and Alexia crackled so loud it could’ve split the pavement. Your bag finally hit the back seat with a satisfying thud, but the weight in your chest didn’t lift. Not even close.

You were both standing way too close now, the argument hanging between you like a live wire—unspoken things clawing to the surface. But then your eyes drifted past her shoulder, and you saw her.

Vicky, leaning against the passenger door of Alexia’s car like she had every right to be there. Arms crossed. Eyes on the two of you. Waiting.

Your jaw clenched. And without thinking, you muttered, cold and cutting, “Your girlfriend’s waiting.”

Alexia stiffened immediately. Her head turned toward the car—just enough to see Vicky. Then back to you, her expression tightening. “She’s not my girlfriend.” The words came fast. Sharper than she probably meant. Almost too quick.

You raised your eyebrows, unimpressed. “Your girlfriend tell you to say that?”

Alexia’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” you asked, voice mocking. “Don’t call it what it looks like? You show up with her. You leave with her. You say nothing to me, and now you’re out here playing Good Samaritan?”

“I said she’s not—”

“Yeah, I heard you,” you cut in, stepping back a little. “But you might wanna work on that delivery, because being defensive as hell about her really sells the whole ‘she’s not my girlfriend’ thing.”

Alexia’s face twisted—hurt, frustration, something else behind her eyes—but she didn’t reply right away. Because she knew you weren’t wrong. And you were too angry, too exhausted, too done to pretend otherwise.

You grabbed your crutches and slid into the driver’s seat, breathing hard as you pulled the door closed behind you.

She didn’t move. Didn’t say another word. Just stood there in the space between silence and regret as you started the engine and drove off without looking back.

—

You were lying on the couch, ankle elevated, wrapped in ice and resentment.

The apartment was dark except for the glow of the TV—some game playing in the background you weren’t even watching. Your phone had been quiet all night, no messages, no calls, no Alexia.

Not that you expected one. Not after the carpark. Not after you threw her ‘she’s not my girlfriend’ line back in her face and drove off.

So when the buzzer rang at midnight, your heart jumped before your body did.

You limped to the intercom on instinct.

“It’s me.” Her voice crackled through the speaker, low, tight, unmistakable.

You hesitated—then buzzed her up without saying a word. By the time you opened the door, Alexia was already halfway down the hall, hoodie half-zipped, hair a mess like she’d run her hands through it too many times on the drive over.

Her eyes locked on yours the second she saw you. Angry. And undeniably horny.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “If you’re here to tell me again how she’s not your girlfriend, save it.”

Alexia pushed past you without a word, the door shutting behind her with a dull thud. She spun around once inside, eyes sharp, breath shallow. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing?” she snapped.

You raised an eyebrow. “I think you don’t know what you’re doing.”

She stepped closer. “You’re mad because I didn’t say something in the trainer’s room? Because I didn’t drop everything and—what? Prove something to you in front of her?”

“You said nothing, Alexia,” you fired back. “And then you acted like it didn’t mean anything. Like I didn’t mean anything.”

Her jaw clenched. “I didn’t know how to—”

“No,” you cut in. “You didn’t want to.”

The silence between you crackled. Heavy. Loaded. Dangerous. Then Alexia stepped forward again—closer this time. Her voice lower, tighter. “And yet here I am. Can’t sleep. Can’t think. Still here.”

You looked at her, heat crawling beneath your skin. “What do you want from me?”

Alexia didn’t answer with words. She stepped into your space, hand fisting in the front of your hoodie, her mouth crashing against yours with a mix of fury and need. The kiss was messy. Sharp. All teeth and hands and heat.

You should’ve pushed her away. Should’ve told her this wasn’t how it worked.

But your fingers gripped her hips instead, pulling her closer, the tension snapping between you like a live wire finally touching metal. She bit your lip lightly, tugged at the hem of your shirt. “Still mad?”

You pulled her hoodie off in one hard motion. “Absolutely.”

“Good,” she breathed. “So am I.”

And then there was no more talking. Just breath. Hands. Mouths. Two people who didn’t know how to say what they meant—

—but felt it everywhere they touched.

Her hands explore your body, each touch sending a bolt of desire through you. You feel your own hands responding, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts beneath her shirt. The fabric feels smooth and warm beneath your fingertips, and you can't help but wonder how much more there is to discover.

Her mouth leaves yours, and she trails kisses along your jawline, down your neck. You tilt your head back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. You feel her breath against your ear as she whispers, "I want to make you feel good." The words resonate through your body, setting every nerve alight. You nod again, trusting her, wanting this.

Her fingers deftly remove your clothes, one by one. The coolness of the room kisses your skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat radiating from her touch. She cups your breasts, her thumbs circling your nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. You gasp, your back arching into her touch, and she smiles against your skin.

You feel the weight of her body shift as she straddles you on the sofa. Your legs part instinctively, making room for her. Her hips rock gently against yours, setting a rhythm that makes your pulse race. Her kisses are demanding now, her tongue delving into your mouth as if seeking to taste the very essence of you. The tension of the argument dissipates, replaced by a need that's been building for so long.

The world outside fades away as your focus narrows to the sensations she's creating. Your hands roam over her back, feeling the taut muscles beneath her shirt. You want to feel her bare skin, to feel every inch of her. You break the kiss to pull her shirt over her head, revealing smooth, warm skin that glows in the dim light.

Her breasts are full and firm, her nipples erect. You lean in to kiss them, tasting the sweetness of her skin. She gasps, her hands tangling in your hair, guiding you as you explore. The sensations are overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that makes you forget everything except the here and now.

Her hips continue to rock against you, the friction building. You can feel yourself getting wetter, the ache between your legs growing more intense. You reach down to unbutton your jeans, eager to feel her bare skin against yours. She helps you, her eyes never leaving yours, the connection between you electric.

As the fabric falls away, she kisses down your stomach, her tongue tracing the path to your core. You bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it escapes as she teases you through your underwear. Your body responds to her, arching up to meet her mouth. She smiles, and you know she's enjoying every moment of this power play.

Her fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, and with one swift movement, she pulls them down. You're exposed, vulnerable, but it's a thrill that only adds to the excitement. You can feel the wetness between your legs, and you know she can too. Her breath is hot against your skin as she kisses you there, her tongue gentle at first, then more insistent.

The sensations are exquisite, the tension in your body coiling tighter and tighter. You're on the edge, ready to fall over, but she doesn't let you. Instead, she slows, building it up once more, her teeth grazing your sensitive flesh. It's a delicious agony that makes you whimper with need.

You can't take it anymore. You pull her up, needing to feel her against you fully. She obliges, her body pressing into yours as you kiss with a passion that's been bottled up for too long. Your hands slide down her back, cupping her ass, pulling her closer. She moans into your mouth, the vibration sending shockwaves through your body.

You roll over, taking the top position, looking down at her. Her eyes are dark with lust, her chest rising and falling with every ragged breath. You lean down to kiss her again, feeling her hands roam over your back, down to your hips. You break away, smiling wickedly, and reach for the button on her jeans.

With trembling hands, you undo the button, then the zipper. The fabric whispers as you tug them down her legs, revealing the matching lace of her panties. You can see the wetness glistening through the fabric, and your desire for her grows even stronger. You kiss her again, hard and demanding, as you slide her panties off, tossing them aside.

Her legs part for you, and you settle between them, feeling the heat of her. You kiss down her stomach, her skin like silk under your lips. You can taste the sweetness of her arousal in the air, and it makes you want to devour her. Your tongue meets her clit, and she jolts, her nails digging into your back.

You tease her, licking and sucking, feeling her body respond to you. Her hips begin to move in time with your mouth, and you know she's getting closer. You slip a finger inside her, and she gasps, her walls tightening around you. The sound sends you over the edge, and you kiss her even more fervently, feeling your own orgasm building.

Her moans fill the room, and you feel a rush of power knowing you're the one causing them. You increase the tempo, feeling the tension in her body coil tighter and tighter. Her hips buck against your face, and you hold on, not stopping until she shatters in your arms.

Her body goes limp, and you kiss your way back up to her mouth, sharing the taste of her with her. She kisses you back with equal passion, and you can feel the tremors of her aftershocks against your body. You break away, panting, and look into her eyes.

The argument seems like a lifetime ago now, forgotten in the haze of passion. You kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her eyes, tasting the salt of her sweat. She smiles, her eyes shining, and whispers, "Thank you."

The words hang in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the connection you've just shared. The room feels alive with it, the energy from the paintings on the walls seeming to pulse in time with your racing heart. You lean your forehead against hers, your bodies still entwined, and let out a contented sigh.

The sofa creaks beneath you as you both shift, adjusting your positions. The cushions are warm and rumpled, a testament to the intensity of your encounter.

As you stand Alexia watches, "Where are you going?" You silently turn the TV off and start padding away

"Bed. It's late" You disappear down the hall towards your bed, it didn't take Alexia long to dip the bed the other side after you occupied your side.

The room was still.

Dim morning light crept in through the edges of the blinds, casting soft shadows across tangled sheets and scattered clothes. Your ankle throbbed faintly beneath the covers, a quiet reminder of the real world waiting outside the four walls of your bedroom.

But that wasn’t what woke you.

It was the sound of her moving—Alexia, quietly pulling her hoodie over her head, standing with her back to you as she slid her phone into her pocket and checked for her keys.

You’d felt her pull away during the night. You hadn’t said anything. And now, half-dressed, she stood at your bedroom door, one hand on the handle, clearly hoping to make her exit without waking you—without another scene.

But you were already awake. Watching her. And just before she could leave, your voice broke the silence—low, even, cutting through the air like a blade, “Say hi to your girlfriend for me.”

Alexia froze. Her hand on the door tightened. She didn’t turn around.

Not at first.

You sat up slowly, eyes locked on her back. “That where you’re going? Back to her? Gonna play house after you used me to work out your frustration?”

Alexia turned, just enough to meet your gaze over her shoulder. Her expression was unreadable—part guilt, part annoyance, part something else you couldn’t name. “She’s not—” she started.

“Don’t,” you cut in. “You don’t get to say it again. I’ve heard it enough. Doesn’t change what it looks like.”

She opened her mouth like she wanted to argue. Then stopped. Bit back whatever was burning on her tongue.

You waited. Letting the silence drag.

She took a breath. “This wasn’t about her.”

You scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“I didn’t come here because of her.”

“No,” you said coldly, “you came here because what? I fuck better than your girlfriend?”

That landed. You saw it in the way her jaw tightened. But she didn’t deny it. Didn’t say you’re wrong. She just looked at you, eyes full of something that could’ve been regret… or maybe just the weight of a decision she wasn’t brave enough to make. “I’ll see you around,” she said quietly.

And then she walked out. And this time, you didn’t stop her.

—

You didn’t expect to miss the texting so much.

Not the late-night you up? kind. Not the ‘where are you?’ or the ‘I’m outside’ texts. The ones you could live without.

It was the other ones.

The dumb, throwaway messages.

A screenshot of a meme at 2:13 a.m.

The mid-day ‘guess what just happened in the locker room’ gossip.

The ‘how’s your practice going?’

The ‘missed seeing you today.’

All of it—gone. You didn’t hear from her for days. No messages. No check-ins. No questions. And you didn’t send anything either. You just let the silence sit there, like a third person in the room you were learning to ignore.

You were halfway through building a messy blanket fort in your living room, crutches leaning against the couch, when the knock came.

You paused, frowning. You weren’t expecting anyone. You limped toward the door and opened it—and there she was. Alexia.

In sweats. Hair tied up. Hands buried deep in her hoodie pockets. She looked like she hadn’t slept well in days. Her face unreadable, but her eyes softer than they should’ve been.

“I—” she started, then hesitated when she saw the look on your face. You didn’t move. Didn’t open the door wider. Didn’t let her in. “Hey,” she said cautiously. “Can we talk?”

You leaned against the frame, arms crossed. “I’m busy.”

Her brows pulled together slightly, confusion flickering across her face. “Busy?”

“Yeah.”

A pause. She blinked. “With what?”

Before you could answer, a high-pitched voice shrieked from the living room behind you, “AUNTIEEEEEE!”

Alexia’s face shifted—recognition flashing as your four-year-old niece came sprinting into view, sock-sliding across your floor, tripping slightly over one of the fort blankets.

You turned slightly, catching her mid-run as she barreled into your leg. Alexia watched the scene, silent. Not angry. Not hurt. Just… uncertain. “She’s staying with me for the weekend,” you said, voice even. “Auntie visit.”

Your niece looked up at Alexia, wide-eyed and curious. “Who’s that?”

You didn’t answer. Alexia did. Quietly. “Just a friend.”

You met her eyes at that. Something flickered between you. “Right,” you said. “Just a friend.”

She swallowed, visibly caught in the weight of her own words. “I didn’t know,” she said after a long beat.

You nodded. “You didn’t ask.”

The silence settled again, heavier this time. “I’ll go,” she murmured, stepping back.

You didn’t stop her.

Alexia had already turned halfway down the hall, shoulders tight under the weight of everything that hadn’t been said—everything she’d come to say but lost the right to speak first.

But then, before she could reach the stairs— “Wait!”

Your niece’s voice rang out, confident and bright in the quiet corridor.

Alexia paused and turned slowly as the little whirlwind bounded into the hallway barefoot, her ponytail bouncing, a blanket cape dragging behind her.

She planted herself in front of Alexia with a dramatic huff. “You can’t leave yet.”

Alexia blinked, startled. “I—what?”

Your niece pointed toward the open door like a tiny commander. “We’re building a fort. But Auntie’s ankle is all weird and slow and she’s no help at all.”

You let out a sigh from the doorway, your niece’s back turned toward you, arms crossed like she was making a serious case in court.

“Are you good at forts?” she asked, wide-eyed.

Alexia hesitated, then glanced over your niece —to you. She didn’t say anything. Just searched your expression, looking for permission, something resembling an open door that wasn’t literal.

You said nothing. You didn’t nod. You didn’t speak. You just stepped aside—expression unreadable—and opened the door wider.

Then you turned and walked back into the apartment, leaving them standing there. Alexia stood frozen for a second. Processing. Trying to ignore the way her pulse kicked up as your niece tugged her hand.

“Come on. We need better roof support. And Auntie’s just being so dramatic.”

Alexia finally smiled—just a little—as she followed her inside, the door clicking shut gently behind her. “Nothing new there”

And, she wasn’t sure what this moment meant. But she knew one thing: She was still being let in.

You sat back on the couch, ankle propped up on a pillow, crutches leaned against the side table. A mug of tea rested in your hand, long forgotten, going cold.

Because you weren’t watching the TV. Or the game on mute. Or the texts you hadn’t replied to.

You were watching Alexia and Ivy.

Your niece had taken full control of the living room, dragging every cushion, blanket, and throw pillow into the center of the space. What had started as chaos was now a structured, multi-room castle, and Alexia—surprisingly, maybe unfairly—was thriving in it.

“Okay, if we hang the blanket here, it’s the drawbridge,” Ivy explained, waving a hairbrush like a scepter.

“Mm-hmm,” Alexia nodded seriously, holding the blanket above her head as Ivy tied it in place with a scrunchie. “And what’s my job again?”

“You’re the knight,” Ivy said, like it was obvious. “You protect the fort and defeat the lava monster.”

Alexia smirked, eyebrows raised. “Tough gig.”

“You said you were strong,” Ivy challenged with a suspicious squint.

Alexia let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine. I’ll fight the lava monster.”

Ivy beamed and tossed her a fuzzy slipper. “Here. This is your sword.”

You watched them from your corner of the couch, one knee pulled up, head resting on your hand. And the worst part? The part that caught you off guard? Alexia was really good with kids. Like, naturally good.

She listened when Ivy spoke. Didn’t correct or talk down to her. Matched her energy but still guided her when she got too wild. She played along—not just humoring her, but actually invested. Like she’d been in the fort-building business her whole life.

You weren’t smiling. Not outwardly. But something was softening under your ribs. Even Ivy could feel it. She climbed into the fort’s new throne room, then popped her head out between two pillows to shout, “Auntie! You’re missing the ceremony! She became a Knight of the Couch!”

Alexia turned to look at you from beneath the blanket roof, cheeks flushed from crawling around on the rug, her eyes catching yours for the first time in a while—really catching.

There was no tension. No defensiveness. No walls. Just that quiet flicker of something simple and good.

“Ivy made me swear a loyalty oath,” Alexia said, brushing hair from her face, grinning. “I’m under royal contract now.”

You didn’t say anything. Just looked at her for a second longer than you meant to… and let the smallest smile touch your lips. “Good,” you finally murmured. “Someone’s gotta protect the fort.”

Alexia held your gaze for a second longer—something unspoken passing between you. And then Ivy screamed, “THE LAVA MONSTER’S BACK!” and Alexia immediately dove into action, tackling the imaginary threat with all the dramatic flair of a true knight.

The fort was now fully operational—equipped with an entrance tunnel, a snack corner (currently empty), and a two-room layout that Ivy insisted was ‘castle standard.’ You watched them from the couch, your tea now cold, ankle still throbbing faintly under the pillow—but none of that mattered.

Because the sight of Alexia on all fours; holding up the roof while Ivy crawled across her back like a mountaintop explorer, was more entertaining than anything Netflix had to offer.

“You’re gonna pull something,” you said dryly.

Alexia grinned through a groan. “Pretty sure I already did.”

“Don’t encourage her,” you added. “She’ll have you playing all night.”

Ivy popped her head out of the fort again, cheeks flushed, hair wild. “Yes! We are playing all night.”

You shot her a look. “Ivy…”

Alexia turned to Ivy and gently shook her head, still crouched like some overqualified jungle gym. “I’d love to, princesa, but I think Auntie might throw me out if I wreck her furniture.”

“I would,” you said flatly, though you were half-smiling now.

Ivy pouted and flopped back onto a blanket. “Fine. But I’m hungry.”

That broke the flow. You sat up straighter. “You didn’t eat that sandwich?”

“I traded it with Pillow Cat for a spell scroll,” Ivy explained matter-of-factly, gesturing to a stuffed animal tucked into the corner of the fort.

Alexia blinked. “Pillow Cat drives a hard bargain.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to stand, but before you could even shift fully off the couch, Alexia raised a hand. “Sit. I’ll order pizza.”

You looked at her, surprised. “You don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind,” she said, brushing imaginary dust off her knees. “Besides, Ivy deserves a proper post-quest feast.”

Ivy gasped, eyes wide. “Can we get ham on it?!”

Alexia looked at you.

You shrugged. “It’s her weekend. She can do what she wants.”

Ivy let out a triumphant cheer and immediately disappeared back into the castle.

You watched Alexia as she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through options, her brow furrowed in quiet concentration like choosing toppings was a delicate operation.

And something tugged inside you. Not sharp. Not angry. Not confused. Just… quiet.

Watching her here, like this, completely present, making your niece laugh and offering to order pizza like it was nothing—that wasn't the version of Alexia who left without saying much. It wasn’t the one who walked out of your bed like you didn’t matter. It was someone softer. Someone still here. And that complicated everything.

When the doorbell rang, Ivy was deep into organising her royal jewels (your mismatched buttons and random coins in a Tupperware container), sprawled across the floor in the heart of the fortress. You moved to stand—habit, instinct—but Alexia was already halfway to the door, waving you down like a referee.

“Nope. Sit. You’re on the injured list.”

You lifted a brow. “I can get the door, Alexia. I didn’t break both legs.”

“Yeah?” she smirked over her shoulder. “But you broke enough to give me an excuse.”

You sighed, but you didn’t fight it. Not when the ankle still throbbed every time you shifted wrong. Not when it was weirdly... nice to be looked after, even if your pride didn’t love it.

Alexia opened the door, took the pizza with a thank-you in Spanish you couldn’t hear, and paid—completely ignoring your attempt to protest as she handed the cash over.

She walked back in balancing the boxes with one arm, a two-liter soda under the other.

Ivy shot up from the fort like she’d been launched. “FOOOOD!”

Alexia grinned. “Delivery for Queen Ivy and her wounded court jester.”

You gave her a narrow look. “I’m going to remember that.”

“I’m counting on it,” she said, already heading to the kitchen.

To your surprise Ivy followed without being told, padding after her barefoot and determined. “I’ll get the napkins!” she announced.

“And I’ll grab plates,” Alexia said, as if they were partners in a well-oiled system. She glanced over at you. “Sit back. I’ve got this.”

You watched as they moved together—your niece pulling open drawers with surprising focus, Alexia handing her cups one by one like she’d done this a dozen times.

It was strange, in the best way.

Alexia didn’t just help. She took over in a way that didn’t feel like pity, or obligation. She was comfortable. Efficient. Quietly thoughtful.

She even poured the drinks, placing your cup exactly where she knew you’d want it, without needing to ask.

Ivy carefully laid out three plates on the coffee table, beaming with pride. “Told you I can help,” she said to you.

You smiled. “You’re crushing it.”

“Teamwork,” Alexia added, giving her a little fist bump.

And for a second, you just watched them—this unexpected little team, working side by side in your living room like it was normal.

Like this was something they’d always done.

Like it could be something they kept doing.

And that was starting to scare you more than anything else.

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The quiet hum of the hallway light buzzed as you gently pulled the spare room door shut behind you. Ivy had finally crashed—arms wrapped around her stuffed unicorn, half her hair in a ponytail, the other half tangled from the evening’s adventures. You smiled to yourself as you padded back toward the living room, careful on your ankle.

But when you stepped in, you paused.

Alexia was standing in the middle of the room, halfway through rebuilding your living room from the post-fort carnage. She’d already stacked the empty pizza box and tossed the paper plates. The cups were gone. The couch cushions were being neatly slotted back into place, and she was in the process of folding one of the blankets with surprising precision.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her quietly for a moment before saying, “You don’t have to do that.”

Alexia looked over her shoulder, startled but only for a second. “I know.”

She returned to smoothing out the blanket like it was second nature. You pushed off the doorframe and limped in closer. “Seriously, you don’t need to clean up. I was gonna do it once she fell asleep.”

Alexia folded the last blanket and placed it neatly over the back of the couch. “You shouldn’t be standing, let alone cleaning.”

You blinked. “Since when do you care about my post-pizza clean-up habits?”

She turned to you then, her expression softer than before. “Since you haven’t let anyone help in weeks.”

You hesitated, your mouth parting slightly—but no words came out.

Alexia stepped around the couch, wiping her hands on her joggers. “I figured I could do something useful.”

You stared at her, unsure how to respond. She wasn’t being smug. She wasn’t trying to earn points. It wasn’t performative—it was just... her, quietly doing what needed to be done, without expecting anything back.

That was the most disarming part.

“I didn’t ask you to,” you said, quieter now.

“I know,” she said again, meeting your eyes. “But I wanted to.”

And just like that, all the sharp edges between you softened—just a little. You looked away, then slowly eased onto the couch. “You missed a pillow.”

Alexia rolled her eyes and smiled. “Don’t push it.”

But she grabbed the last pillow anyway and plopped it down beside you—just like she’d been doing this with you for years.

Maybe she had no idea what to say. Maybe neither of you did. But right now, the silence didn’t feel like something broken.

Alexia sank onto the couch beside you, not too close, but not distant either. The living room felt oddly settled—like the air had shifted since she walked in earlier, less sharp, less tense.

You leaned back, adjusting your leg onto the pillow, wincing a little at the movement.

Alexia noticed.

“You’re limping more than you were last week,” she said softly.

You didn’t look at her. “It’ll be fine.”

She hesitated. “You always say that.”

Your eyes flicked over to her, confused at the tone.

She wasn’t accusing you, not really. But there was something there—something clipped, just beneath the surface.

“I mean it,” you said. “I’m doing physio. I’m not skipping anything.”

Alexia studied you for a beat, brow furrowing slightly. “You’re being off again.”

That made you blink. “What?”

“You’re doing that thing,” she said, turning a little to face you more. “Where you get really calm. Really… distant. Like you’re letting me be here, but not really.”

You stared at her, surprised. “I’m not being off.”

“Then what is it?” she asked, voice still quiet but honest. “Because I can’t read you anymore. And I used to.”

You held her gaze for a long moment, then finally said, “I’m not being off. I’m tired.”

Alexia softened. “Tired like... ankle-tired? Or people-tired?”

You gave a half-smile. “Little of both.”

She let out a small breath and nodded. “Okay.”

You leaned your head back against the couch. And the look she gave you then was different—gentler. You shifted slightly, wincing again. She reached over instinctively and adjusted the pillow under your ankle, her touch careful, familiar.

“Still hate seeing you hurt,” she murmured.

You looked at her. “Still hate pretending I don’t notice when you care,” you replied.

Neither of you smiled this time.

But the silence that followed wasn’t awkward, it was understood. Something like peace. “Your girlfriend know you’re here?”

“Just can’t help yourself can you” Alexia looked to you with a look in her eye that almost resembled pride.

#alexia x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas fanfic #woso fanfics #alexia putellas #woso #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #alexia putellas x y/n #alexia putellas one shot #fcb femeni

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officially-jordy · 3 months ago

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"You deserve to be loved for who you are, not for what others expect you to be."

"Pookie bookie"

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📌 Rules & Regulations for RPing with Jordy Winbush 🏀📣

🩷 General Info About Jordy 🩷

- Name: Jordan “Jordy” Winbush

- Age: 2 years younger than Paige (Junior when Paige is a Super Senior)

- Sports: UConn Cheer & Volleyball

- Build: Chubby but fit, strong but soft, shorter than Paige

- Relationship Status: Dating Paige Bueckers 💕

-Family Dynamics: “Adopted” KK Arnold as her unofficial child because KK is always around Paige like she’s Paige’s kid.

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📝 RP Guidelines

✔ 18+ Only for NSFW Interactions– I’m down for spicy text-based RP, but no pictures. If you want NSFW content, you MUST be 18 or older—no exceptions. If your age isn’t listed somewhere, I won’t interact with NSFW asks.

✔ Emoji Anons Are Welcome! – Feel free to interact using an emoji, but please include your age in your first ask. If you’d like pet names (like “baby,” “sweetheart,” etc.), let me know, and I’ll use them in responses.

✔ Respect Jordy’s Identity – Jordy is African American, plus-size but athletic, and proud of who she is. Don’t send weird asks about weight, body image, or race. This is a safe space.

✔ Literate & Semi-Literate RP Preferred – I write in detailed, paragraph-style RP, but I’m flexible with responses. Please try to match effort and avoid one-liners unless it makes sense.

✔ Romance, Fluff, & Angst Are Encouraged – Jordy and Paige have a soft but playful relationship, so expect teasing, bickering, and deep emotional moments. Angst is welcome, but nothing overly dark.

✔ No Godmodding or Controlling Jordy – I control my OC. You control yours. Simple.

✔ No Drama, No Hate – If you don’t like something, just scroll past. Any hate or unnecessary drama will get ignored and/or blocked.

✔ Open to New Connections!– While Jordy is Paige’s girl, she also has friendships with teammates, media personalities, and UConn students. If you want to establish a relationship with her (friend, rival, etc.), let’s chat!

✔ KK Arnold is My Adopted Child 😂

– Any and all interactions involving KK being Jordy & Paige’s unofficial kid are welcome and encouraged. If KK calls Paige "Mom" or Jordy "Ma," it's canon.

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📩 How to Interact with Jordy

💬 Asks & DMs are Open– Feel free to send in asks for Jordy! I’ll answer in character unless stated otherwise.

💖 Fluff, Comfort, & PDA? Yes, Always. – Jordy is affectionate and loves on Paige both on and off the court. Expect cute moments, sideline cheering, and supportive girlfriend energy.

🔥 NSFW? Spicy but Respectful. – If you’re 18+, we can explore NSFW themes in text-based RP. Nothing extreme or uncomfortable.

🏀 Game Day Hype is Required!– Jordy will hype up Paige (and UConn) every single game. If you interact, be ready for sideline energy, play-by-play commentary, and lots of cheering.

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🚨 Breaking the Rules = Blocked 🚨

- No Underage Interactions in NSFW spaces.

- No Disrespectful Asks about body image, race, or Jordy’s relationship with Paige.

- No Anon Hate.

- No Forced RP or Controlling Jordy’s Actions.

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That’s it! If you’re cool with all this, let’s RP! Send in an ask, interact with posts, or DM me to plot! 🩷✨

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evelhak · 5 months ago

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Would anyone be interested in beta-/proofreading my KnB fic series?

(Spreading the word helps too. 🙏🏻)

Unfortunately I lost both of my beta-readers due to dramatic life changes a couple of years ago, and I've been doing my best to manage on my own but it's becoming a struggle.

There must be someone out there who craves for the same kind of intense longfic as I do, to get immersed in, and would like to be a part of it.

Plus there are some new/returning KnB people around recently, so who knows? Maybe one of you, who would already be interested in reading an insanely long fic for your own enjoyment, would like to devote, probably a few hours a month or so (I don't have a strict schedule), to relieving the writer's anxiety before they post a new chapter? I'm not looking for anything super in-depth. Basically just another pair of eyes to help me fix:

1. Scenes/sentences/word choices that are too confusing.

2. Factual errors.

3. Typos, grammar mistakes etc.

Low pressure, basically just anything that catches your attention as out of place or needing clarification. Definitely not asking for perfection or anything that you wouldn't catch on the first round of reading. I'm just looking to reduce mistakes I can't catch on my own.

I guess the chances of me finding anyone who is already reading the series (since to my knowledge my long-term readers never came from Tumblr in the first place) are pretty low, so

What will you get if you take a chance on me/The Other Things series?

Aside from a devoted friend (who will also always be ready for in-depth KnB talk)...

🏀 basically a lifetime supply of KagaKuro, seasoned with AoMomo, MidoTaka and other less prominent and at times rare ships (Stay tuned for Yagi Yuuta/Male OC) and also a lot of supporting OCs who exist for reasons other than shipping, including several characters' family members

🏀 one detailed and elaborate version of the main KnB characters' life journeys/basically an enormous character study

🏀 a very psychologically explicit story <- a pair of words (reader approved xD) I recently came up with to describe the emotional intensity that sometimes takes people by surprise

🏀 so much slice of life, so much dialogue, so much angst and fluff, so, so much character development that is definitely earned the hard way

🏀 snail speed slow-burn, I am not kidding, but intense love scenes and also no smut for over a million words but once we get there I promise it's worth it

🏀 so much intertextuality, myths, fairytales, analogies, symbolism that you can reread and reread if you want and I'm sure you'll keep finding new connections

🏀 a lot of fun stuff like our dorks in a group chat, disaster house parties and basketball idiots playing quadball, tons of everyday silliness

🏀 heart wrenching stuff and psychological depiction of hardship, personal growth as well as different kinds of relationships

🏀 deep-dives into topics including mental and physical health, dysfunctional family dynamics, a variety of queer experiences, neurodiversity and more, and particularly characters struggling with how complex things are

🏀 at times counterintuitive interpretations of canon but everything is in one way or another, canon-based or canon-inspired

🏀 to read seven fics before you actually get to beta-read the new stuff😇

Send me a DM if you're interested! 🩵

You can also try and decide it wasn't your thing. The series can be found here on AO3.

#knb #knb fic #proofreader #beta reader #kagakuro

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swee7dream · 1 year ago

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i love ur works sm 😭😭 they always make me feel so safe 🥲🥲 esp the chenle ones like hellooooo 🫨🫨💓 (my way of discretely requesting more cg!chenle 😥)

letting go cg!zhong chenle x f!regressor!reader

genre agere content, established relationship, comfort, slice of life warnings petnames ( doll, baby ), nonsexual usage of ‘daddy’, indirect mentions of half-regression dni if you sexualize age regression . i WILL shoot you in between the eyes ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა wc 1574

summary you find yourself traveling down memory lane at the airport . ( can be read as a loose prequel to whatever you want ! )

le 🏀: i’m gonna be hanging out with the guys for a bit. text me when you’re flight lands princess 👑: *your le 🏀: will i ever be good enough for you

You chuckle as you lock your phone, placing it back in your bag.

The harsh lights overhead make the TSA line look like a hospital; like it’s the final safety check-in before you can move on to the afterlife. You look down at the charm hanging from your bag, trying to distract yourself from the sudden and unexpectedly dark thought that popped into your head.

The green material of your Hangyodon plush feels soft under your fingers, and focusing on it lets you ground yourself. You remember how much you cried when you lost your original keychain, a My Melody plush with a little pink dress on. You were inconsolable for days, Chenle thought that you had experienced the loss of a loved one before he finally asked.

“Lost Melo…”

“Melo?”

“My dolly, Daddy. The one on my bag…”

Honestly, Chenle never even landed eyes on that keychain plush. He had no reason to look at your bag for longer than 5 seconds. He knew it existed but had it in a far corner of his mind most of the time. He feels like it would be better to tell you when you’re Big rather than Little that all he’s ever focused on is you, not your bag. Big you would curl up into a ball and shy away, pushing his shoulder bashedly but Little you would begin to frown, poking and prodding wondering how he could ever say he loves you if he doesn’t love ‘Melo’ like you do.

“Do you remember where you left it?” he asked, crouched on the floor as you lay across the couch with your bag to your chest.

“Think… the mall?”

Chenle pulled a face at the mental image of the tiny plush within the huge building but tried calling the lost and found anyway.

With his bottom to the floor, back to the couch, Chenle held his phone up to his ear in one hand while the other caressed the back of your own hand as you continued to hold your bag like a lifeline.

The dreaded, expected news came out of the speaker of his phone, loud enough for you to have also heard thanks to the lack of distance between you two. Chenle felt as you began to shiver and shake like a Coke bottle full of Mentos.

“Stole it…!” you sniffled. “Someone stole her.”

“Hey, no.” Chenle tugged at your bag for you to show your face, eyes growing red already. “No one stole her. She probably slipped off. Maybe Melo just wanted to see more of the world.”

“So, Melo abandoned me?!”

Nice move, Zhong.

“No, Babygirl. No! That’s not what I’m saying at all, I don’t think,” he backtracked. “What I’m trying to say is: how long have you had Melo?”

“I dunno...” you mumbled.

“Was it before you had Daddy?”

“…yeah.”

“Then maybe-” he twisted himself in a way that let you meet eye to eye. “Maybe she felt that could go on a little trip. ‘cause she knew that you would be taken care of now that I’m here.”

“…”

“Melo didn’t abandon you, doll. She still loves you so much. Like this much.” He holds up his arms, opening his chest as wide as he can to get as much distance between his hands as possible. “But just between you and me, Melo and I had a little chat. She said she wants to explore the world! Her plan is to explore the world from the bags of cute little girls like you, and then hitch another ride once she’s maxed out their Melo-meter!”

“Millimeter?”

“Melo-meter.” Chenle repeated, finally deciding to turn fully to you with his lower back poking at him for help. “You know how Daddy has to go to work every day?”

“Every. Day.” You grumble.

“I know. It’s not fun for me either, doll. But Melo has a job to do too. She’s in charge of helping lonely little girls be brave in the big wild world out there. She made you feel safe, yeah? Like you’re not alone?”

“Mhm…” You nod.

“Every time you get a little bit of more confidence, Melo’s Melo-meter gets fuller. That shows that her mission of making you feel braver is succeeding! You’re so brave now, Melo’s gotta go help out another shy baby like you once were.”

“Am braver?”

Chenle’s eyes grow wide, his head vibrating in shock that you can’t tell is playful, genuine, or both.

“You don’t see it, baby? You’re super brave. Look, today you lost an important friend you had for a long time and sure, you felt sad, that’s normal, but you didn’t cry. You didn’t cry at the mall or even when you came home. Do you think you could’ve done that before?”

You tried to think back, but your memory when Little is so short that even yesterday’s breakfast is a hazy memory. You felt your Big self tickle your ear, whispering a forgotten memory back to life. The feelings of empathy you have for your past self ghost along your skin.

“Mmm, don’t think so.”

“That’s okay, though. Because now you can and I’m so so proud of you for it, doll.” Chenle gave you a goofy grin. “Kiss?”

“Kiss.” You allow, pulling your keychain-less bag away from your face and turning your cheek for your caregiver to peck warmly.

“It’s time to let go now, baby.” He grabs your hand and squeezes it for only a second. “Wanna say bye bye to Melo?”

“Mmm, yeah.” You lay your back flat back on the couch and sigh contentedly. “Thank you, Melo.”

“Thank you, Melo. Thank you for helping my babygirl be so brave on her own. I’ll try and keep her as safe as you did.” Chenle speaks up, beyond the ceilings and clouds and into the nebula, wherever Melo’s next mission was destined to be.

“But Daddy, I don’t like being alone.” You roll back to your side, cheek squished against the cushion.

“I don’t like you being alone either.” He dropped his eyes down to you. “But we can’t avoid it, doll. On the bright side, it’s not like it was before. You’re not going to be alone in one place to be still alone in another. You could come to me, or I could come to you. Doesn’t that make those little transtitionary periods where we’re alone feel a lot better? To know I’m waiting for you. Always.”

“I’m always waiting for you too,” you replied. “…I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” he hummed.

“Daddy, don’t.” You frowned, annoyed that your monologue was interrupted.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m sorry. Go ahead, baby.”

“I’m not 'fraid of being alone. ‘cause I know that they’re just teeny tiny moments to reach the finish line to where I know the people I love are.”

“Like me.”

“…Yeah, I guess, you.” Your eyes drifted away, intrigued by the corner of your ceiling all of a sudden.

“Hey- You know wh-” Chenle’s fingers attacked your sides, making squeals and laughter erupt out of you as you failed to squirm like a worm out of his tickling torture.

“This isn’t a replacement for Melo,” Chenle warned, holding up the blue-green keychain plush in his hand. “it’s just a little fidget doll. And maybe a reminder that I’ll always be waiting for you.”

“Chenle, this is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.” You take it from his hand, dangling it on your finger as you hold it up. “What is it even supposed to be?”

“Hello? I just said the most sweetest, kindest, thing in the world and you have the audacity to say it’s ugly?”

“What is it?”

“It’s-!” He gestures at it vaguely, then licks his lips. “I don’t know. I don’t know what it is. Listen, if you hate it, then give it back.”

“No!” You pull it away from his outstretched hand. “It’s mine. You gave it to me. No take-backs.”

“Kiss?”

“Ew, no. I’m all gross from work.” You scrunch your face, turning away from Chenle. “Later, though. Yes. All the kisses you want.” Your hands got busy trying to hang your new gift on the bag you packed for your flight the next day.

“What about a thank you kiss? Now?” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, trying to get within your eyesight once more.

“Thank you, Chenle.” You pushed his chest away with your pointer finger once the Hangyodon doll officially clung to your bag. “Move. I need to shower.”

“Just one!”

“Quit following me!”

Your phone buzzed on the way to your gate. You figured you looked ridiculous unzipping your bag across your chest while trying to keep walking, but you couldn’t find it within you to care about the possible looks of onlookers. You would have in the past, but that was before Chenle, before Melo.

Your screen displayed a message notification from your boyfriend. Your eyes rolled on their own at his clinginess, but your fingers already were moving to read it.

le 🏀: can you hurry up princess 👑: i don’t control the plane chenle le 🏀: WHY NOT le 🏀: COME HOME FASTER I MISS YOU le 🏀: i'm holding my breath until your back le 🏀: if you even care princess 👑: *you're

a/n hello ! it's vix ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ thank you so much for the requests lately ! they really make me feel that the work i pour so much effort is being received well and loved, motivating me to work harder ! i hope this is an enjoyable read as well ᡣ • . • 𐭩 ♡ hopefully the next release is the non-agere spidermark fic i've been working for the past couple months.

#cg!nct dream #agere sfw #kpop agere #nct dream agere #cg!zhong chenle #kpop little space #little!reader #zhong chenle x reader #LooPBLoGGiNG ! 🌀

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moonyasnow · 6 months ago

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Their contacts + names

(+ what I like to imagine their contacts have THEM saved as in their phone)

I guess also my HCs for how the canon characters would save contact names? For example, Jade calling people the kind of mushroom they remind him of, Idia making game/anime/manga references, Lilia using memes

Tomoe

私のつんでれ (This is Leona) (=watashi no tsundere = my tsundere) [ he has her saved as 'Herbivore'. He calls multiple people 'herbivore' but she's the only one who gets it capitalized ] エース (This is Ace) (=eesu) [ he has her saved as 'mom #2' — he's joking ] デュース (This is Deuce) (=duusu) [ he has her saved as 'Tomoeh' ] イリナ (This is Irina) (=irina) Housewardens (This is a group chat containing Tomoe + the other 7 Housewardens) Headmage Crowley (He doesn't get his name written in katakana bc she does not like him and only people she likes get that) [ he doesn't have her saved as a contact— it just shows the phone number. So sometimes he thinks her messages are spam ]

Irina

Tomoe&Grim 💚 (this is Malleus) [ He didn't originally have her saved bc he did not know how to do that. But he'd memorized her phone number so he always knew it was her. But Lilia did eventually go through his contacts and save all of them, giving them names and pictures too. So now she's 'future 💍'. No Malleus does not understand the implications. He thinks it's strange Lilia named her 'future ring' but won't question it too much ] Ruggie [ he has her saved as 'jumpy' ] Jamil [ he has her saved as 'Irina' ]

Spike

oscar🪦🕯️ (He can't bear to get rid of his friend's number) gran🪦💐 (Same as with Oscar) mom ex? (This is his 'dad'— that is to say, the person who fathered him. He's not really his dad though, so he wrote this instead. And Spike has no idea if he and his mom were TOGETHER when she got pregnant or not, hence the question mark) nei<3<3 (This is Neige) [ he has him saved as '❤️My Sweet Prince' ] leonboss (This is Leona. He couldn't decide between 'Leona' and 'boss') [ he has him saved as 'Spike'. One of the few to get his name capitalized ] lil man (This is Ruggie) [ he has him saved as 'big man' ] club jam (This is Jamil. His phone is super old and limits him to 8 characters per first name. And if he tried to write 'Jamil' as the surname he'd just show up as 'Club' and then he'd have 3 different 'Club') [ he has him saved as 'nuisance #3', Floyd and Ace being nuisance #1 and #2 respectively. He orders it based on how much trouble they cause him ] club flo (This is Floyd) [ he has him saved as 'sharky' ] club ace [ he has him saved as 'GIANT‼️' ] guy (This is the mysterious man who saved his life. The number was just in his phone when he woke up in the hospital. Seeing it gives him anxiety)

+bonus for @thehollowwriter (Quinn)

nemis (This is Blaze. His hair reminded Spike of a movie he saw of a surgeonfish mother looking for her daughter (basically TWST's version of Finding Nemo???)) [ he has him saved as 'Scary Dude (Spike)' ] finny (This is Finn) [ he has him saved as 'Spike' ]

Junia

She never texts Literally can't She calls or sends sound clips 🐙🧮 (This is Azul) [ he has her saved as 'J. Rondo' ] 🍄☕️ (This is Jade) [ he has her saved as 'Gliophorus Psittacinus' ] 🏀👞 (This is Floyd) [ he has her saved as 'junia' ] 🩷☘️ (This is Trey) [ he has her saved as 'Cupcake🧁' ] ☀️🎉 (This is Kalim) [ he has her saved as 'junia!!🌹🎹🎵🎶' ] 🦇🎀 (This is Lilia) [ he has her saved as 'Flower girl' ] 🔶📱 (This is Cater) [ he has her saved as 'Junie-pie🌷' ] ⭐️💎 (This is Lisle)

+bonus for Quinn again, but also for @screamintoad (Crow)

🎷🦈 (This is Finn) [ he has her saved as 'Junia' ] 🐠🍃 (This is Agate) [ she has her saved as 'Rainbow' ]

Lisle

Mom Dad ⭐️Cay-Cay [ he has him saved as 'Lisssssss' ] The Boss (This is Azul) [ he has him saved as 'Suckup' ] The Secretary (This is Jade) [ he has him saved as 'Coprinus Comatus' ] The Muscle (This is Floyd) [ he has him saved as 'blobfish' ] The Singer (This is Junia) 🌙Gloom Cloud (This is Idia) [ he has him saved as 'Fairy God-diva' ] Kalim [ was originally just 'Lisle' but Jamil changed it to '⚠️' ]

+bonus for Quinn and Crow again

The Bartender (This is Finn) [ he has him saved as 'Lisle' ]

The Bouncer (This is Agate) [ she has him saved as 'Shady' ]

Veronica

Vic (This is Victor) Vil [ he has her saved as 'Sweet-Potato Flower'. Sweet potato to indicate he likes her more than 'other potatoes', and flower to indicate he thinks her fashion, makeup, etc, are better than most ] Stalker man (This is Rook) [ he has her saved as 'Chevalier🗡️🐦‍🔥' ] Apple boy (This is Epel) [ he has her saved as 'Apricot kid?'. He didn't know what to write since she's not 'apricot girl'(classic country boy being a lil confused at first by people not in the gender binary). So he wrote kid ] Muse (This is Cater) [ he has her saved as 'babe💖(/p(🥲))' ] Robo-kid (This is Ortho) (They're in the same club) [ he has her saved as 'Dragomir, Veronica' ] Idiot Eel (This is Floyd) (They're in the same class) [ he has her saved as 'pufferfish' ] Smug Eel (This is Jade) [ he has her saved as 'Amanita Muscaria' ]

Victor

💖🐺💞✨💗wolfie💕💫💘💓🌵 (This is Jack) [ he has him saved as 'V💙' ] Vera (This is Veronica) Iddy mouse 🐭 (This is Idia) [ he has him saved as 'ゴゴゴ manifested' ] Orthie (This is Ortho) [ he has him saved as 'Dragomir, Victor' ] Club #2 (This is Trey) (There used to be a 'Club #1' (Rook) but Victor eventually blocked him out of sheer spite(like that'd stop Rook)) [ he has him saved as 'Beware' ] Kindred spirit (This is Jade) [ he has him saved as 'Amanita Phallodies' ] Delete-when-18 (This is his guardian Mina)

Artemisia

Mother ICE* Lilia Vanrouge [ he has her saved as 'Adoption Papers When?' ] Silver Vanrouge [ he has her saved as 'Artemisia' ] Sebek Zigvolt [ he has her saved as 'ARTEMISIA' ] Malleus Draconia [ just had her number for a long time, until Lilia saved her for him, as 'Sister From Another Mister' ] Jamil Viper (☆) [ he has her saved as '🌙قمر' ] [ = qamar🌙 = moon🌙 ] Idia Shroud [ he has her saved as 'Princess Serenity' ] Azul Ashengrotto (They're in the same club) [ he has her saved as 'A. SILKMIRE👀' ]

(*ICE means 'In Case of Emergency'. So if Artemisia ever gets into an accident or needs medical help, if they look through her phone, they'd know to call Lilia first)

Tag list:

@another-random-paradise @thehollowwriter @faefum @cactus13-rolloflammesimp @beneathsakurashade

@nyx-of-night @theolivetree123 @babyghoul138 @skibidibabygirl @screamintoad

PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED IN FUTURE STUFF!

#🌻tomoe #🐰irina #🥊spike #🐚junia #😇lisle #🐝veronica #🩸victor #🦢artemisia #moony's ocs #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

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gendachocolate · 4 months ago

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⌣⌣⌣⌣ ☆ ⌒ ꒰ 🏀 ꒱ ⌣⌣⌣⌣

Day #1 of Earth Eleven Headcanons – Ibuki Munemasa !!

🎀⌣⌣⌣⌣ ꒰ 🍥 ꒱ ⌣⌣⌣⌣🎀

꒰ oo1 ︵ ✧ °. Ibuki goes by he/they/knife/horns pronouns because, honestly, why not?

(ง •̀_•́)ง

꒰ oo2 ︵ ✧ °. He’s (closeted) gay and agender, though he’s still figuring himself out!

꒰ oo3 ︵ ✧ °. He’s Japanese-American, blending two cultures into his life in the coolest way.

꒰ oo4 ︵ ✧ °. His hair is actually longer than it looks—he usually ties it back or hides it under his headband. (✿◠‿◠)

꒰ oo5 ︵ ✧ °. Ibuki has a headband collection (like Kita Ichiban!) but always wears the same black one because it’s the comfiest. “Why switch when it’s already perfect?”

꒰ oo6 ︵ ✧ °. He insists, “God, I swear I’m NOT GAY!!” but has had five major crushes—Tetsukado Shin, Shindou Takuto, Kita Ichiban, Manabe Jinichirou, and Matatagi Hayato. Cue internal panic every time. (；￣Д￣）

꒰ oo7 ︵ ✧ °. He’s obsessed with Brazilian funk and phonk music, constantly spamming the Earth Eleven group chat with soccer/basketball edits. Everyone else? “Enough already, Ibuki!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻”

꒰ oo8 ︵ ✧ °. He has a huge soft spot for dogs! His childhood dog, Bells, ran away when he was seven, but now he loves taking care of Sasuke (Matsukaze Tenma’s dog). (´▽`)

꒰ oo9 ︵ ✧ °. At 17, Ibuki is the second oldest member of the team (Kusaka Ryuuji is the oldest at 18!), and he makes sure everyone knows it! “I’m practically ancient!”

꒰ o10 ︵ ✧ °. His intense eyes often freak people out—he’s even been called a demon because of them. “What? These are just my eyes! (눈_눈)”

꒰ o11 ︵ ✧ °. He’s a huge Alan Walker fan but won’t challenge Matatagi, the ultimate fanboy. “Matatagi would literally fight me.”

꒰ o12 ︵ ✧ °. Ibuki has that “da boyzz” energy but is secretly way nicer than he seems. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

꒰ o13 ︵ ✧ °. The lone wolf aesthetic? Yeah, he’s rocking it, but he’s also not against being part of the pack when it counts. (Shares this trait with Tsurugi Kyousuke!)

꒰ o14 ︵ ✧ °. He’s covered in scars that he vaguely explains as “from the past.” The size of some makes everyone too scared to ask further. (*￣m￣)

꒰ o15 ︵ ✧ °. Conversations aren’t really his thing unless it’s about basketball, soccer, music, or his crushes (see the list above!). Otherwise, it’s just awkward head nods. (^_^;)

🎀⌣⌣⌣⌣ ꒰ 🍥 ꒱ ⌣⌣⌣⌣🎀

࿁ 🧁 𓈒ㅤ୭ৎ ࣪‎ hes such a silly i love him sm sm sm ! ‎ ✦ 𝅄 ݁ ꒰ ⌗s⍴rіᥒkᥣᥱ𝗍᥆ᥲs𝗍іᥱ ꒱ ◌ ⏤ㅤ ۪ ୧ ۪ ⠀ׂㅤ. 🍰 : 「 ᥴᥲ⍴𝗍і᥆ᥒ 」 . k᥆k᥆r᥆ ᥲძძs :: these headcanons were made lotsa time ago!! 𓂅 ࿁ ࣪‎ ‎‎ ੭ 🍥ㅤ۪ ⋆

#ibuki munemasa #inazuma eleven galaxy #ina11 #inazuma eleven #doglover #alan walker #phonk music #brazilian funk #headcanons #list #lone wolf #skibidi rizz #erm what the sigma #inazuma eleven go #inazuma eleven go chrono stone #redesigns

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garden-of-bah · 4 months ago

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gc anon

may i perhaps request a brown moodboard for sweet little bento…? could the picture in the middle be a picture of bento and nick together?! thank u so much!!! ^_^ gotta complete the family with bento moodboard yknow yknow!!!!!!!!

BENTO BOARD!!!! Man I freakin love making moodboards this was SO fun!!! We were already thinking of doing a Bento board to complete the set so when your request came in we already had ideas lol

Image credits (not in order)

@/nepentheism @/theladyinwhite13 @/xenooa @/marography (x2) @/happyheidi @/luciferslilith7 @/academic-vampire

#pro radq #radq safe #radqueer #pro rq 🌈🍓#rq 🌈🍓#radq #radq interact #radqueer 🌈🍓#🌈🍓#the group chat moodboard #moodboard #s: the group chat #c: bento #lavender ; 🪻#mod kel🏀#tgc anon

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geetsjitters · 1 year ago

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The DBZ crew's contact names for each other

Goku: Pikolo, Krillin, Geets, Goham (hasn't noticed it's spelled wrong), Trucks

Piccolo: goku, Gohan, vegetable, Trunks, Sensu Beans

Krillin: 911 🙏, GoHan Solo 🔫, Prince Vegeta (Vegeta insisted and Krillin is too scared to change it), Pic-swolo 🐸, Dunks 🏀

Vegeta: Kakarot, Namekian, Kakarot's kid, Bulma's kid (he refuses to take Krillin's number)

Gohan: Goku, Vegeta, Mr. Piccolo, Thrillin, Dunks (he's in a group chat with Krillin and Trunks where they mostly plan their next watch through of LOTR extended edition)

Trunks: Son Goku, Dad, Thrillin, Mr. Piccolo, Gohan Swolo

Bonus:

Bulma: SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED, Piccolo/Kami?, Krillin, Gohan, Baby Boy 💙, Trunk's Dad

#dbz #dbz vegeta #son goku #goku #dragon ball z #dbz piccolo #dbz gohan #dbz trunks #dbz bulma #incorrect quotes #team four star

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prettygirl-gabi · 2 months ago

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Chapter 32: Crashing Out Respectfully

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings: Mild Language, Fluff, Team Shenanigans

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x !photographer Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: Landing in Omaha feels like a fresh start, but that doesn’t mean it’s free from chaos—especially with Paige, KK, and the rest of the team around.

Welcome to the chapter 32 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

Reader’s POV

Landing in Omaha felt like a fresh start, like I could leave all the mess that happened back at UConn for a little while. Paige held my hand briefly before we got on the bus, giving me a reassuring squeeze before letting go. It wasn’t a big deal, but moments like that meant everything.

We pulled up to the hotel, and Ice was the first one out, grabbing her bag and stretching. “I call dibs on the side of the room furthest from the door,” she announced.

I rolled my eyes, dragging my suitcase behind her. “Like I was gonna fight you on that.”

Paige came up beside me, nudging my shoulder. “You gonna be good?”

I nodded. “Yeah, Ice got me.”

Paige gave me a look like she wanted to say more, but Jana was already pulling her toward the elevators.

“C’mon, Bueckers,” Jana smirked. “Roomie bonding time.”

Paige groaned dramatically but went with her, throwing me a wink before disappearing down the hall.

After dropping our bags in the room, Ice and I barely had a second to settle before knocking started at the door.

“Already?” Ice muttered before swinging it open.

Standing there like they owned the place were Paige, KK, Jana, and Aubrey, a deck of Uno cards and snacks in hand.

“Y’all act like this is your room,” I deadpanned, letting Paige slip past me to sit on my bed.

KK smirked, plopping down on the floor. “It is now.”

Jana shrugged, taking the spot next to her. “Better seating arrangements.”

Aubrey just sat on the desk chair, stretching out like she paid rent.

Ice sighed but sat down too. “Alright, let’s run it.”

Uno was pure chaos.

KK was talking crazy, Jana was throwing shade, Ice was plotting, and Paige was 100% locked in, like this was the national championship.

“You can’t stack a draw four on a draw four,” Ice called out when Paige tried to hit her with another.

Paige looked at her, unbothered. “Says who?”

“The official rules.”

“Uno got rules?”

Jana shook her head, laughing. “You are ridiculous.”

I smirked, slapping down a +2 on Paige. “Take that, baby.”

Paige gasped, holding a hand to her chest dramatically. “Et tu, Y/N?”

“Yeah, yeah, draw your cards, Shakespeare.”

After a few rounds and way too much arguing, everyone finally left for their own rooms. I tried to sleep, I really did, but my body just wasn’t letting it happen.

After an hour of tossing and turning, I grabbed my pillow and made my way to Paige’s room. One soft knock was all it took before she was pulling back the covers.

“C’mere,” she murmured, already making room for me.

I slid in beside her, feeling her arms wrap around me.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, voice groggy.

I shook my head against her shoulder.

Paige hummed, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Try now.”

This time, I actually did.

The gym was buzzing during shootaround. Everyone was loose, but you could tell the team was locked in.

I was filming as usual when KK called me over. “Yo, film this real quick.”

I lifted my camera just in time to see her attempt a dunk. She bricked it completely.

Aubrey doubled over laughing. “Oh, that’s going in the archives.”

KK turned to me, pointing. “Delete it.”

I smirked. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

Paige leaned over my shoulder, watching the playback. “That’s getting sent to the group chat.”

KK groaned as Jana walked by, patting her shoulder. “Tough.”

The first and second quarters were smooth as butter if you asked me but the third quarter was like they were going tic for tac between the steals, drives and 3’s being dropped; mostly by us.

UConn had Creighton on the ropes, up 56-38 in the third quarter. I was posted on the sideline, camera rolling as Paige tried to football throw the ball into Sarah’s hands with 00.8 seconds left, to try to hit a buzzer-beater inbound shot.

It was one of those moments where the whole gym collectively held its breath. Sarah lobbed it up—

It bounced off the rim.

And I? I crashed out.

Like full-on dramatic slump, one hand over my heart, the other gripping my camera as I fell back.

The entire team lost it.

“Oh nah,” Ice wheezed, pointing at me. “She’s really picking up Paige’s habits.”

Paige was laughing so hard she had to hold onto Azzi’s shoulder. “That was actually elite crashing out.”

Even Geno was shaking his head, amused. “Y/N, you okay over there?”

I sat up, wiping fake tears. “That was supposed to go in.”

Sarah jogged past, laughing. “I got you next time, I swear.”

Final score: 72-61. Another W.

As the final buzzer sounded, Paige jogged over, sweat still dripping but a huge smile on her face.

“Got that last clip?” she asked, breathless.

I nodded, grinning. “Of course.”

She grabbed my hand, squeezing it. “Good.”

And just like that, everything felt right.

After the post-game interviews and routines wrapped up, we loaded onto the team bus, ready to head to the airport. I was exhausted, my camera bag feeling heavier than usual on my shoulder, but the energy on the bus was anything but quiet.

I had just put my stuff down, preparing to take my usual seat when I heard KK’s voice loud and clear.

“Nah, move. That’s my seat.”

Paige scoffed. “Your seat? Y/N always sits next to me.”

KK crossed her arms. “And? She’s also my mom.”

I groaned, already rubbing my temples. “Not this again.”

“So?” Paige shot back, eyes narrowing. “She’s my girl.”

KK shrugged. “And? You sleep with her. I got seniority.”

“That literally makes no sense.”

“It makes perfect sense.”

I glanced at Ice, who was shaking her head, laughing. Azzi sat next to her, recording everything.

“You know the fans love these arguments, right?” Azzi grinned, flipping her phone around to show KK and Paige mid-standoff.

KK smirked. “As they should.”

I groaned. “Y’all are insufferable.”

Paige ignored me, standing her ground. “She’s sitting next to me.”

KK stepped forward. “No, me.”

They both turned to me, waiting for me to pick.

Instead of answering, I grabbed my bag and walked straight to the middle of the bus, dropping down in the empty seat next to Morgan.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Paige gawked.

I buckled my seatbelt, looking between them. “If y’all wanna argue so bad, sit next to each other.”

Morgan chuckled beside me, amused. “Smart move.”

Paige and KK stood there, processing what just happened.

Ice lost it, laughing. “You two look so dumb right now.”

Azzi was nearly in tears, still recording. “I cannot wait to post this.”

Jana leaned over from the row behind me, smirking. “Checkmate.”

KK sighed dramatically, flopping into the seat next to Paige. “See what you did?”

Paige groaned, arms crossed. “I hate this.”

I leaned into Morgan, shaking my head. “They’ll be fine.”

Morgan nodded, scrolling on her phone. “They need to learn how to share.”

By the time we boarded the team plane, I was still trying to finish editing the game footage for the media team. I had my MacBook open, my blue light glasses perched on my nose, and my AirPods in as I worked.

As I settled into my seat, I felt a familiar presence drop into the seat next to me.

KK smirked. “Since Paige got to sit next to you on the way here, it’s my turn.”

Paige, who had already taken a seat with Ice across the aisle, scowled. “That’s not fair.”

KK leaned back, smug. “It’s perfectly fair.”

Paige opened her mouth to argue, but Azzi patted her shoulder. “Just take the L, bro.”

I chuckled, adjusting my laptop. “KK, if you’re gonna sit here, don’t be a distraction.”

She put a hand over her heart. “I would never.”

I shot her a knowing look. “Lies.”

Still, she let me work in peace, only occasionally glancing over at my screen. After about thirty minutes of editing footage, my eyelids got heavy. My head dipped slightly, but I kept trying to power through.

“Yo, Y/N,” KK murmured after a while.

“Hm?”

“You’re lowkey snoring.”

I blinked, barely registering her words. “M’not.”

KK chuckled. “You literally just twitched in your sleep.”

I groaned, pushing my laptop up slightly. “M’fine.”

But before I could keep working, KK gently reached over saving my progress and shut my laptop. “Nah, you’re done for tonight.”

I mumbled something incoherent, but I was already too far gone. KK adjusted my seat a little, letting me rest against her shoulder.

From across the aisle, I faintly heard Paige mumble, “This is betrayal.”

Azzi snickered. “Let her sleep, P.”

And with that, Paige snapped a a quick picture of me sleeping in Kk’s shoulder glasses still on my face.

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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girlfriend-to-death · 5 months ago

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intro post!

˚₊‧꒰ა hi, i'm angel! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

-19 -genderfluid (afab) -fictobisexual -any pronouns/gendered terms (pref. for he/they and masc/neutral terms)

this is my selfship blog! my main blog is @hikakaomybeloveds

˚₊‧꒰ა my f/o list & f/o emoji combos ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

(note: this list is updated frequently, so u may see it in progress with some f/os without emoji combos. posts abt f/os without emoji combos will use *f/o name*posting as a stand-in tag (e.g. "finnyposting" for finny)

hunter (the owl house)- my main f/o! my fiancé/silly little guy <3 💛🐺

vincent 🐺❤️ and farz🩸🔪 (boyfriend to death 2): my poly packmates 🐺🩸

rire (boyfriend to death): my demon daddy /j 🕶☕️ (this is a darkship for me, with strong themes of mind control and abuse- please filter the "🕶☕️" tag if this is triggering for u)

ren/[REDACTED] (14 days with you): my yandere lover 💖🔪

aeron (art without blood): my queerplatonic love 🎨🩸

dorian (10:16): my fall from grace 📖🦦

yuu 🧸🐻 and tsubaki 🧸🐰 (shota x oni): my f/os that are the most likely to get me cancelled/my shotacon dream 🐻🐰 (this is a shotacon ship. please filter both the "🧸🐰" tag and the "🐻🐰" tag if this is triggering/makes you uncomfortable)

aki (blush blush): my foxy love (yes, that is a pun) 🦊🥰

cashew (blush blush): my favorite bookworm 🐿📖

seth (blush blush): my demon king ❤️‍🔥🐶

reece (blush blush): my time-proofed love 🐈👽

logan (blush blush): the fire[starter] of my heart 🚒🦦

ace (blush blush): my favorite boy at third base ⚾️🦇

kelby (blush blush): my boy with the best jersey to steal 🏀🐓

volks (blush blush): my favorite wolfboy 🖤🐺

casper (a date with death): the moonlight to my sunshine 💙💀

noiz (DRAMAtical murder): the hacker of my heart 🐰💚

koujaku (DRAMAtical murder): my knight in shining armor 🌹🐦

clear (DRAMAtical murder): my malewife /j 🩶🤖

scorpia (she-ra and the princesses of power): the princess of my heart 🦂🥰

vi (arcane): my guard dog 🥊❤️‍🩹

daisuke (mouthwashing): my favorite ray of sunshine 🌺🎮

finny (black butler): 💛✨️

cedric (sofia the first): 💜🪄

hiro (big hero 6): my favorite little scientist 🤖💕

sydney (degrees of lewdity): my favorite girl to corrupt 🪽🖤

the counselor from class of '09 (yes, THAT counselor): 📚😉

lucien lachance (elder scrolls IV: oblivion): my sithis-sanctioned love🩸🖤

˚₊‧꒰ა other emoji combos ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

unrelated to my f/os / abt me or my s/i's: 🪽💖

unanswered ask games: ❔️💕

answered ask games: ❔️💖

˚₊‧꒰ა boundaries/dni ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

my asks and messages are always open if u wanna send anything or chat, just please be respectful and kind! i'm always looking for proselfship moots (:

please do not ask personal or invasive questions about my life outside of what i volunteer on this blog. this is not a place for me to talk abt my personal life- it is an escape.

NSFW asks are only okay if in direct relation to something i posted or part of an ask game. other kinds are not allowed, and will get u blocked. links to nsfw art in the comments/reblogs of my posts are fine, provided it is warned about/tagged properly.

dni:

i am strictly non-sharing. please DNI if you selfship romantically with any of my f/os. strictly platonic/familial selfshippers are always welcome, though!

MDNI. i plan on posting nsft content here, and i don't want minors on my blog.

antis DNI. go fuck yourself.

anyone else is allowed to interact, but please note i block freely.

NOTE ON MY DNI: my definition of "interact" in this context is sending me asks, following me, messaging me, or repeatedly liking/reblogging my posts. i am not gonna be upset if u like or reblog one or two of my posts (although, arguably, if that's the case, you probably aren't even reading this).

i believe that's all! i hope u all have a fun time scrolling my little corner of the internet!

#proselfship #proselfshipper #proselfship safe #proselfshipping #proship #proshipper #proshipping #proshippers are welcome #op is a proshipper #proship safe #profiction #proshipper safe #sh0tac0n #sh0tacon #sh0t4con

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pensat-i-fet · 2 years ago

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Shoot your shot 🏀 (Pedri x Reader)

**This one was requested by myself to myself 🤗🤭 to any man that might be reading, please take notes. An NBA match is the way to my heart 😅 any events that are the same for you? Let me know. And enjoy reading this!! ❤️**

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"What are you doing during this break?", you asked Gavi while you were treating his injury.

"Just spending time with my family".

"That's nice. But please be mindful of the injury. Don't forget about your exercise routine, ok?"

"I won't. Don't worry. What are you going to do? You get a break too, right?"

"I do, but I'm not doing anything special either. I'll just catch on sleep probably", you laughed.

Not far from where you two were chatting, Eric and Pedri were sitting, waiting for a physio to attend to them...and listening to your conversation.

"Tell her to come with us", said Eric.

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, it's the perfect excuse to spend some time together outside of work".

"And why would I want to do that? She's just our physio".

"Sure, Pedri", he said, rolling his eyes. "Everyone can see how you two act around each other".

Once you were done doing Gavi's treatment, you moved to join his teammates.

"Alright. Who needs some help?"

"Pedri", said Eric.

"Just say you don't like how I do my job, García. No need to throw me at someone else", you joked.

"Joan has a fitness plan for me, I have to wait for him".

The explanation made sense to you, but Pedri knew what was behind that request.

"Any plans for the break?", asked you Pedri, wondering if he should invite you to join theirs like Eric had suggested.

"Not really, what about you?"

"Eric and I are going to San Francisco". "Oh wow, that's fancy. What for?"

"We're watching an NBA match", said Eric, staring at your reaction and trying not to laugh.

You were the biggest basketball fan they had ever met. Once, they saw you at a Barça match and ever since, you've been having long chats about the Spanish League, the Superleague, the NBA, ...all of it. They often joked about how you were going to leave them to work with the basketball team.

"That's...you know? I'm not usually jealous of your lifestyle but I am now. I wish I had the money to do that".

It was now or never, thought Pedri. "Come with us".

Eric actually couldn't believe he had done it.

"What do you mean?"

"To the match. Come with us. We have a spare ticket so why not give it to you".

"That's too much. It's too much money and...", you kept babbling. Shocked by his offer.

"I think you should come too", said Eric.

"When are you leaving?"

"Wednesday. I could give you the details. I...I don't have your number, but...".

"I mean, if we are travelling together, I'd have to give you my number anyway", you laughed. "For any emergencies".

Seeing you and Pedri just nervously staring at each other, Eric took his friend's phone and gave it to you.

"Add your contact, then".

You bit your lip and took the phone, doing as Eric asked. It just felt...too much. Like you were overstepping. This wasn't professional but you couldn't lie and say you weren't excited about the idea of traveling to watch an NBA game. And also about the idea of spending time with Pedri. And with Eric too, of course.

"Done", you said, feeling shy all of a sudden and just trying to concentrate on your job.

"We are going to have the best time!", said Eric, winking at you and leaving you confused. And making Pedri blush.

"Hey, Eric!"

He looked up from his phone to look at you. "Hi. You're early".

"Not as early as you".

"I actually got the time wrong and I've been here for a while".

You laughed, shaking your head and sitting down next to him.

"First time on a private jet?"

"Me? Nah, it's how I always travel".

"Well, you never know", he shrugged.

"It is the first time, yes. Also first time in the US and at an NBA match. Little trip full of firsts".

Eric was itching to ask if it would be your first time with a football player, because he was sure something would happen between you and Pedri, but that was crossing a line and he didn't want to make you run away and cause Pedri to kill him.

"There he is".

You looked where he pointed and saw Pedri and another guy approaching you.

"Hi, this is my brother".

"Nice meeting you".

"Let's go inside so we can get comfortable", said Eric, leading the way.

You felt so out of place all of a sudden. There were people you didn't know and the two you knew were coworkers. Sort of. Not really friends. The only player you could probably call a friend was Gavi and he wasn't there.

Also, flying wasn't something you were scared of per se, but the idea of such a long flight wasn't the most exciting to you. Worth it, of course. But still.

"Do you need a blanket?", offered Pedri's brother while everyone was getting ready for a nap to make the flight go by faster and get some rest for the trip.

"Sure. Thanks".

But you knew you weren't going to be able to sleep knowing how high up in the sky you were. So when everyone was resting, you got your book out of the bag and started to read.

Slight turbulences distracted you sometimes and your eyes always went to the same person. Pedri. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. So...handsome. But you didn't allow yourself to go there often.

A lot of the players you worked with were handsome. Eric himself was but what you liked about Pedri was something else. Not just looks. The little glimpses of his real personality you got to see were always hard to ignore for you because you liked what you saw. A lot.

"You can't sleep?", his voice took you out of the story you were then so immersed in.

"No, it's fine. I'll sleep when we get there".

"I could ask for a sleeping tablet or something. It's too many hours awake and the jet lag...".

"I'll be fine, Pedri", you said, smiling at his worry. "But thank you".

"Do you want to watch a movie with me while they are sleeping?"

You nodded, book now forgotten.

It was so weird to be sitting next to him. Arms almost touching. But it was also weird to feel weirded out by that since your job meant you were touching him all the time. Yet it was different. This wasn't you treating an injury.

Still, his presence relaxed you and soon you ended up falling asleep. Pedri noticed after a couple of minutes, when your head started to get closer to his shoulder.

He couldn't wake you up, he reasoned. You needed the sleep. So he just continued watching the movie, enjoying the weight of your head on his shoulder and the scent of your shampoo. He was never going to move on from this crush now.

Hearing movement behind you made you wake up and realize the position you were in. How embarrassing.

"Sorry".

"It's fine, you didn't bother me at all".

Eric walked past you two on his way to the bathroom and smirked at Pedri when he saw you sitting together. Now he only needed to get you alone at some point during the trip. And he had an idea of what to do.

"We are going to lose her", said Eric and you could barely hear him because seeing the outside of the basketball stadium had hypnotized you.

When you felt a hand grabbing your arm, you turned to see it was Eric who stopped you from walking further so you wouldn't separate from the group.

"Sorry. This is just so unbelievable. How am I even here?"

"All thanks to Pedri", said Eric, putting his right arm around his friend's shoulders to bring him close while he used his other arm to do the same to you.

Before you knew it, he had moved back and now you were standing next to Pedri, who was trying not to shake his head at his friend's actions. He was being too obvious.

"Is this a bad time to say I'm a Lakers fan?", you asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Well, you're going to lose then".

"We'll see".

While you were finding your seats, a journalist asked Pedri and Eric if they had a few minutes to do a quick interview and they said yes. So you waited until they were done to sit and seeing they were both sitting together, you just moved to sit next to Eric.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"So Pedri can sit next to his brother", wasn't it the obvious thing to do?

You noticed Eric frowning but didn't stop to think why he was doing it. He was thinking about how he should have thought of a plan so you two were sitting together. But thankfully, he came up with a simple idea quickly.

"I need to pee before the game starts", he said, standing up and leaving.

You took a quick look at the seat Eric left empty and saw Pedri picking up his phone out of the corner of your eye. That reminded you about yours and so you started to take photos and videos of the place.

Pedri was surprised to see a text from Eric but when he read it, he let out a little chuckle. He'd have to repay the favour if his friend ever crushed on a girl like he was crushing on you.

"Sorry! Sorry! ...I didn't mean to step on your foot, sorry", you turned to see Eric returning to your seats, and struggling. "Guys! Move so I don't have to step on more feet".

"Smooth!", said Pedri under his breath.

"What was that?", you asked.

"Nothing".

But he did move and now he was sitting next to you.

The match was pretty entertaining and you kept chatting with Pedri about it, despite how loud it was.

"Popcorn?", he offered, moving the bag in your direction.

"Thank you".

And he kept offering you more, just by moving the bag so you could reach it easily, until he just decided to put it between your seats.

"Cute", said his brother, and Pedri slapped his leg so he would shut up but only made him laugh.

At half-time, only you and Pedri stayed in your seats thanks to another one of Eric's interventions.

"Are you having a good time?"

"Yes, this is even better than I expected. And I had high expectations", you laughed.

"Same".

Pedri moved away from you a little so he could take his hoodie off. It was warmer than he expected.

"Do you always wear that same hoodie? I think you can afford to buy a few more".

Pedri rolled his eyes and pretended he was leaving offended, so you grabbed his arm and made him sit down again. You've touched him so many times at work, but that felt different again.

"I mean, it does look good on you. But I was wondering if it was like a lucky charm or something too".

He tried not to stay on the thought of you thinking he looked good for too long. "No, I just like it and I'm boring, I guess".

By the time the match ended, you didn't even care about Lakers losing. Just being there had been so amazing, the result was secondary.

And also, you were all really tired, so it was time to go to the hotel and rest. Another long day awaited you tomorrow.

Everyone fell silent when you got to the table where the boys were having breakfast.

"Were you talking about me?", you joked. But they actually had been.

"No, just about today".

"What are the plans?"

"We'll go meet a couple of players we met before when we were here", explained Eric. "And then we are going to a baseball match".

"Baseball?", that didn't sound very appealing but you guessed it made sense to go to all the American sports.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to. Pedri isn't coming. You could go see the city with him while Fer and I are at the match".

Pedri tried not to react to Eric's kick but kicked him back.

"You sure you don't want to go to that match?", you asked him and he nodded. "Then I guess we could go play tourist. I don't mind going alone but it's good to have company".

"And it'd be good to have the two English translators with the people who don't speak English".

"Eric, stop pretending you're bilingual. She speaks English so much better than you", said Pedri, making you blush.

Plans were made while food was being eaten and then it was time to go meet some basketball players. You couldn't deny how excited you were about that. You had met the whole Barça squad, of course. But these were NBA players.

You felt like you looked so out of place there but everyone was being nice to you so far. Even if they had no clue who you were and what you were doing there.

"Which one do you belong to?", asked one of the players, pointing at the men you were with and making you raise an eyebrow.

"I belong to myself. But since you mean which one is my boyfriend, the answer is none of them. We are just friends".

Eric noticed the one you looked at when saying that was Pedri. But Pedri didn't know what was going on because Eric was right when he pointed out he barely spoke English.

What he did know was that some of the players were flirting with you. No need to understand what they said when he could see the way they looked at you when they talked. But you weren't interested, at all.

"Ask her out. She'll say yes and then you won't have to be jealous all the time".

"Eric, I'm not jealous".

"Right...just do something while you two are alone. It's exhausting for me to just see you being so stupid".

And Eric wasn't wrong. He had to do something.

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"Gavi is so silly", you said to Pedri, looking at your phone.

"But he's your favourite", he joked. But it was something that bothered him a bit. Even if you two acted more like siblings than two people who liked each other in a romantic way but...Gavi got too much of your attention. And that was attention Pedri didn't get.

"I'm not allowed to have favourites, Pedro".

"And yet...".

Being alone with him for a couple of hours had made you a bit more confident. Also noticing how Eric was always trying to push you to be with Pedri. Perhaps he felt the same way about you as you felt about him.

"No need to be jealous".

He laughed at being called jealous a second time in just one day. But both times, it was true.

"I'm just wondering what he has that I don't, you know?"

"He's more reckless on the pitch so recovery takes longer".

"I get kicked a lot".

You looked at him and...was he pouting?

"And it's also easier to spend more time with him than with you", you confessed, but he didn't understand what you were saying and you noticed it straight away. "I don't mean it in the way you think, but the opposite".

"Spell it for me then", he said and your heart sunk seeing his hurt look.

"Gavi is my friend. Just that. You are...you".

"That's not really explaining much", he added, but his look had changed from hurt to curious.

"I don't have a crush on Gavi".

There it was. No way back now after that confession.

"That's not a line I hear often", he joked, making you laugh. "And...the feeling is mutual. About the crush, I mean".

"You don't have a crush on Gavi either? He'll be devastated".

Pedri chuckled before walking in front of you so you stopped moving.

"Can I kiss you?", he asked, and you nodded.

Yes, that wasn't very professional. You didn't even know if it was allowed but you'd worry about it when the time came. First, it was time to enjoy the kiss you had been dreaming about for months.

One of the first things Eric did when he got back to the hotel was call Pedri to see how your date had gone.

"Nothing happened".

"You've got to be kidding me! Do you want me to go on the dates with you to tell you what to do?"

"Just leave it. Let's enjoy our last day here tomorrow. It's fine".

"So stupid...the both of you!"

Pedri couldn't help but laugh seeing how annoyed his friend looked. And he laughed again after telling you about the conversation.

The next day, your final day there, was a repeat of the first one. Eric trying to get you alone with Pedri all the time. But what he didn't know was that whenever that happened, you really made the best of that alone time. And when Eric and Fer were back, it was back to pretending for the both of you. You were having a great time teasing them like that.

But all good things come to an end and soon you found yourself on the jet, on the way back to Barcelona. Same as on the first flight, the boys decided to go take a nap. And same as on that other flight, you couldn't sleep.

This time, however, Pedri didn't want a nap either. So he invited you to watch another movie with him. He brought you closer to him so you could cuddle and his warmth made you fall asleep almost immediately.

He wanted to remain awake to both fully enjoy the feeling of having you in his arms and to make sure no one saw you like that. But he was very tired too and soon his eyes started to close.

It was when Pedri wasn't still fully asleep that he noticed a presence near him. Eric.

"Nothing happened, right?"

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