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love44lew · 1 month ago

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everywhere, as long as its with you

彡drivers franco colapinto

彡genre spanish speaking reader! x franco colapinto, fic/smau

彡summary your boyfriend became an f1 driver, now you travel the world with him

彡notes im still pretty new to making smaus so please excuse the lack of order ToT.. i was also thinking about turning this into like a mini series since i ended up liking the plot more than expected while wring. let me know what you guys think!! other than that, thank you for reading ♡︎

you’re sitting on the knitted hanging chair outside your boyfriends argentina home, the sunset view was always so beautiful from this view—especially because he lived in the mountains where you could see everything. theres not a place in the world you would rather be. with your digital camera you snap a photo of the sunset, the quality of the camera giving the view a nostalgic feel. you close your eyes and take in the breeze brushing past your skin.

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francolapinto ahh taking pictures behind my back !?

yourusername @/francolapinto sorry baby 🤫❤️

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then you hear loud heavy footsteps scurrying from inside the house, causing you to open your eyes open again, glance around, roll them and then close them again. you sat peacefully for a total of five seconds before a frantic franco screams your name from inside the house, causing you to wince at the sudden noice.

“come!! quickly!” franco rushed you into the house. the two of you sat at the dinner table, you still didnt know what was happening but franco was getting a phone call and his leg was bouncing anxiously. “que??” you questioned, he quickly shushed you as he picked up the phone. you rolled your eyes, why did he call you all the way here if he was just gonna want you to be quiet. but also if he did, it must be a really important call.

he put the phone on speaker and placed it down on the table.

“is this franco alejandro colapinto?” a calm soft voice spoke from the other line.

“yes, this is him” franco said in his best english he can muster.

“you are being summoned by williams to attend the british grand prix, you will be driving in fp1.” franco silently looked at you with complete and utter shock in his eyes.

“are you available to attend?” the person asked from the other line in contrary to francos silence.

he searched for reassurance in your eyes, you nodded your head at him pointing to the phone.

“uh.. y-yes!—mm” he cleared his throat “yes, i am” he rephrased in a more collected tone. he couldn’t believe this was happening, after everything he’d gone through—everything he’s sacrificed, everything his family sacrificed, to get to this point. he’d finally made it, even if it was just for fp1, it could possibly lead to him being in a seat one day. franco finished up the phone call, his composure holding on to a thread the whole time until he finally hung up.

immediately he stood up and scooped you into his arms. he tightly held you, taking in your scent and everything you are. he’d finally done it, and he couldn’t have without your help and encouragement. when times got tough, when it felt like he’d never make it, there you were to push him on and make him feel good about himself again. he genuinely doesn’t know what he’d do or where he’d be without you. he cupped your face, his lips clashing with yours into a passionate and loving kiss. the way he kisses you always sends tingles down your spine—the softness of his touches compared to the way his mouth moves against yours. you could feel how much he loves you in every kiss, touch, or words he speaks. his love for you is only in the purest form.

“té quiero, mi amor” his eyes gazed lovingly into yours as your lips detached from each other, his thumbs softly caressing your face, taking in every feature that he loved so dearly.

“im so so proud of you papasito” you wiped the incoming tears that dared to flow down his rosy cheeks. your heart has always been with him and his goals, to see him succeed like this—even if its as little as free practice, it was another door opened for your talented man.

“venga conmigo” franco proposed, the heat of the moment seeming like a perfect time. he couldnt just leave you behind, after everything you’ve done?? he’d want you to be there the most.

“wh- what!?? thats crazy!!” you halfheartedly giggled, only response you could muster from how insane his suggestion was.

“why not? you’re always there for everything else, why not be there for the most special moment? cmon.” his puppy dog eyes are ones you could bear to refuse, his cheeks and nose reddened from all the excitement and happiness he feels. so, you agreed to go. youre his rock in all this, his biggest supporter. why wouldnt he want his favorite cheerleader to go and continue to push him on? plus, youve never been to london.

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franco went on to place p11 in his first race after london, which you were extremely proud of him. to be so close to points in a backmarker team was, to say the least, impressive. you always knew he had it in him but for his first time ever racing as an f1 drivers against the other 19 best in the world? a blessed experience.

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shaisuki · 11 months ago

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hello! Your writing amuses me a lot. Could you write a story where gojo, nanami, toji or Geto find out that their partner was kidnapped and they find her with some blow and they get furious?

Thanks and greetings from Argentina 😘

BRUISES AND DEAD BODIES

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

content warnings ─── injuries, murder, gore, assault

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ there's lines that cannot be crossed with them and involving you is a dumb way to die.

GOJO SATORU

enemies are easier to make than friends and since his birth, danger followed him everywhere. from bounty hunters to curse users and being related or being significantly special to the six eyes and limitless user, danger was just around the corner.

satoru is strong. unbelievably strong. he has the power to tip the balance of the world and thus, he have the power to protect especially to you.

but sometimes, fate would place a cruel situation to him. you disappeared out of the blue. it's not like for you to tease him with something serious knowing he can be dramatic at times and his instincts isn't he ignores and alas, he was right. you were a captive. some group bounty hunters had ganged up for the price of his head. if he kills himself you live. that's why they have said. a negotiation but there's no such things as a negotiation for him.

only an idiot would mess to gojo satoru and they are. they think using you as a hostage for someone like him would be an easy way to get what they want but gojo proves them wrong.

he sees you bound in a chair. sound asleep. soft breaths adding to your state while your chest heaves. you're alive and it's relief not until he sees the damage they had done to you. blue eyes shimmering. casting it's glow to the precipitants and it's too late to back now for underestimating him.

adding to his hidden rage was the visible bruises and the welts to your skin. they have chosen death. no room to think as his hands cups the head on one of them before twisting it off. the hard skull was no match for gojo's strength. the head pops like a can being crushed in his bare hands and at the blink of an eye. there was nobody breathing except for him and to his lover.

he gently scoops you in his arms. your soft, plump frame against his hard ones and gojo loved the position if only it was under normal circumstances.

footsteps echoes in the silent building where once rowdy bounty hunters had gathered. it's only a shell of the former building while their corpses filled the entire space.

fluttering your lashes open, you were instantly greeted by the soreness of your body. added by the bruises stinging in your skin and a tuft of white hair is the first thing you've noticed about him.

“satoru?” blinking your eyes to adjust in your surroundings and to confirm if it was him and you weren't wrong. it was him. “glad you're awake now.” he says cheerfully. “what happened to you? me, your amazing boyfriend had to save you from the bad guys.” puffing his chest and you weren't sure how you would take his boasting.

tired and defeated. you admitted your weakness. “i'm sorry. i let my guard down.” your face casting a solemn look and gojo ignores it. partly it was his fault and you got dragged into it. since the start of your relationship with him, you're already marked as a target. knowing you are gojo's achilles hell.

“don't worry about it. let's get you to shoko.” you shaked your head. “can it wait until later?” you ask him. “why?” he replied. “i'm hungry.” gojo chuckles at your predicament. bruised and tired and you wanted to eat and of course, gojo accepts it.

“okay, okay. let's get you something to eat and we're going to shoko.”

all the things he can do for you and there's no such thing as denying the things you want.

NANAMI KENTO

veins desperately clawed to the surface of his skin. they look like kernels of corn ready to burst at any moment and it isn't the only thing that is ready to burst.

he's calm and composed. he always is. this is how he handles his profession as a sorcerer. merely a bit of being teetered to the edge isn't enough to break him. of course there are times where he loses composure but it is nothing when it comes to you.

there's drips of bloods staining your face and you're unconscious body is sprawled to the floor and nanami isn't a saint to forgive for such animosity and he breaks.

his muscles bulge while wrapping that necktie in his palms. the perpetrator stumbles out of panic and in fear. nanami's raging from inside and outside.

his fist collided in the cheek. there's a crack can be heard as the one who assaulted you was planted on the wall. coughing up blood and skull was dented like a can being crushed in a hand. it wasn't enough and nanami punches again until only a bloody pulp of a body is only way someone can recognize it as a former body. if it is what is it

“mmm... kento. 'm sorry.” you weakly mustered to speak to him. “no. don't apologize for it darling.” his once face that was clouded with rage clears up. his features softening while he tended to the wounds he can heal.

inside nanami was scared. he didn't show it. how close you are for being parted to him and he can't accept if something happens to you again. it looks like nanami have to make sure this won't happen again even if it's the last thing he will do.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

“oi, oi.” toji began to get irritated. inspecting your face in his hands. moving it left and right to assess the injuries that you had taken from your captors. “a pretty face is all she had and you come destroying it.” even with that heightened senses of his, could he not tell you can hear him.

the sorcerer assassin's eye came twitching in irritation as he looks at your state. toji wouldn't care if someone would get beat up for his fault but it is different when it comes to you. “now which one of you assholes would go first?” the cursed spirit worm vomits one of the weapons in his arsenal and toji stretches his limbs. waving his weapon like a fan and hell broke loose.

“i just wished you didn't come and get me if you're just going to insult me.” rolling your eyes at him and you winged as he pulled your arm. “i did you a favor and you need to repay me.” he casually tells you. ignoring the remarks from you.

fuck. he's toji fucking fushiguro and you know how stubborn this man is when it comes to his selfish needs. you already forgot that it was his fault that you got dragged into his dirty business. “and i'm right princess. you're face is only the redeeming quality of yours.” good heavens. you just wished you were already dead. you can't fucking stand him and yet, you're here.

“come on now.” toji grabs you. not minding your injuries and how you squirmed against him. licking the shell of your ear. “you know what i want.” he whispers. taking the reward in his own hands.

GETO SUGURU

his expression unreadable. staring at your figure that is bound and bruised. how did it resulted to this when he got you locked and guarded all the time and some bloody monkeys took their revenge on him by using you.

geto's fuming inside and he smiles. although it doesn't reach his eyes and a wall appeared out in the thin air. humongous and hideous creatures began to pry the walls to open. with a flick of his finger, they began to attack whoever their owner desired to kill.

the screams. they were loud. screeching as they begged for their lives. it was like fork being rubbed in a surface and only to produce the most irritating sound but for him. that is what he calls a music to his ears. if they have chosen to leave you alone, this wouldn't happen. anyways it was bound to. considering how he was a threat for them in a long time and it would come soon for them to target you and he hated himself for that. getting dragged by the filthy hands of the scums.

all is fine, now. he have you in his arms now and those who dared to harm you again will face him and the hell he is about to unleash him. no one would be safe from him.

he kisses your forehead. you were sound asleep from all of that. gently patting your head to soothe you was comforting enough for him.

geto walks away with you in his arms and the pile of corpses behind him.

#♱ ⋮ shai's works⸝⸝#chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #plus size reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #geto x reader #gojo satoru #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #geto suguru #jjk scenarios

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milaisreading · 1 year ago

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Some words of encouragement

🌱🩷: Wrote this while taking a break from studying earlier today. Hope u like it :3

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. No other warnings need tbh. Plays out in the Manager!Yn AU. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

The day everyone at Blue Lock has been waiting for had finally arrived. The famous Blue Lock vs Japan U-20 was finally about to happen. It was quite a big event. Not only in Japan did it get attention, but internationally, too. (Y/n) sweatdropped as Anri and Ego forced her to sit next to the president of the JFA, who looked pretty much out of place when answering different questions.

'Does this man even know what a striker is?' (Y/n) thought, quietly looking around. Hoping this pre-game press conference will end soon.

'Did I bring enough water bottles? Does everyone have extra towels? Wait, did Gagamaru bring his uniform even?!' She felt anxiety rise in her stomach as she thought of everything that could go wrong. They only had this one chance. If they lose now, their dreams will be over.

"And I am confident in team Japan's abilities to defeat the Blue Lock team today. With all the respect I have for Teieri and Ego, their team isn't up on our level." The words caused (Y/n) to look back at the old man, her anxiety slowly fading as she fought back a scowl. Next to her, Anri had a similar expression as Ego kept his face neutral.

"What makes you say that, Buratsuta-san?"

"Well, out boys are pro-players for a reason. Blue Lock is just a child's dream of what football is."

'A child's dream?! Blue Lock?! That place is hell on earth. Half of those players would not survive a day there!' (Y/n) clenched her fists as her eye twitched, but it went unnoticed by the adults. She looked back at the cameras filming them. (Y/n) got reminded that the whole World was watching them, including the boys who were in the locker room.

"Today dreams will definitely be crushed." Teh older man ended his boasting and (Y/n) felt her cheeks flare up in anger. She wasn't going to let this slide.

'Nobody will put them down. Not on my watch.'

As Anri was about to take the microphone away from Buratsuta to talk to the interviewers, (Y/n) quickly took it, getting up from her seat.

"(Y/n)?" Anri raised an eyebrow, the girl's glare melting as she looked at her and Ego.

"I am sorry, Teieri-san, but can I say something? I won't take too much of your time." She said, looking between the two and the reporters. The said people quite surprised by the girl's action. Ego and Anri looked at each other for a moment, then slowly nodded their heads.

"Sure."

"I give you 5 minutes."

Smiling softly, (Y/n) nodded her head and turned to look at the reporters. Her heart beating crazy, her mind telling her she was stupid for this, but she couldn't keep her mouth shut. The least she could do for the guys is protect their efforts.

"Japan... Japan was never known as being this big football country like Argentina, Brazil, France, or Germany. Before entering this project, I didn't believe we had one, let alone a whole team of players who had the talent, the endurance, and the sheer will to play and play until they are the number 1 player. But I am glad I was proven wrong." (Y/n) smiled at one of the cameras, grabbing tightly onto the microphone.

"Blue Lock is a team that is a force to be reckoned with. They won't go down without q fight and they are not scared of anyone. The match with Japan's team will be finished quite quickly with a clear winner. The Blue Lock team. The players in that team are the ones who will bring Japan the highly anticipated World Cup." (Y/n) finally finished, feeling 10 times lighter after.

"And what makes you think that Blue Lock will be the ones to win this match? And the World Cup?" A man asked.

"Easy. Because they are the best players our country has to offer. And they will be the best ones in the World."

(Y/n) answered without hesitation, handingvthe microphone to Anri as she sat down.

'I believe in you guys.' She thought, looking directly at the camera from before.

'Crap... this is being aired internationally, too..' (Y/n)'s cheeks turned red in embarrassment now.

'Oh, whatever. I hope the guys aren't embarrassed by what I said.'

And the boys definitely did hear everything, but they definitely weren't embarrassed.

"Hah! Did you hear that?! She thinks I am the best!" Karasu exclaimed proudly while pointing at the TV. Kurona kept quiet as he blushed more, (Y/n)'s words repeating over and over in his head.

'She trust us so much.' His heartbeat quickened a little.

"It's not just you, gel head. She said this about everyone." Rin rolled his eyes, but it was obvious that he was as affected by her words as the rest.

"It's clear that she had mostly me in mind when she said that." Karasu said with a smug look, earning him disapproving looks from Yukimiya and Barou.

"(Y/n) clearly meant all of us, idiot... but mostly me."

"And why you, Barou?" Yukimiya challenged.

"Because I am the king here, and she knows me longer than you guys."

"If that's the criteria, then I count in that, too. Besides, she always told me she admired how fast my reflexes are." Gagamaru announced as Chigiri and Bachira chimed in.

"Don't forget us! She was always impressed with my speed. I am sure she mostly dedicated this speech to me."

"Not so fast, princess. (Y/n) always said that my dribbling skills are out of this world. And she most probably meant me on the talented part of the speech." Bachira gave the two former Team Z members a cheeky smile.

"She knows me just as long as the rest of you guys." Niko cleared his throat, causing the rest to look at him.

"And she would say stuff similar to this to me. So that speech was definitely dedicated to me."

"Hold it! Out of everyone in Building 5 I was the best one. The one who stood out the most. It's only logical that she meant me." Nagi added in, now more awake than ever.

"I am sure she meant me. After all, I was the best one in my building. And (Y/n) always liked my game play skills." Hiori smiled menacingly at the rest.

"Maybe she really did mean the whole team... it's very sweet of her. She is a great manager. Her words made me less anxious too." Tokimitsu smiled softly at the TV as Ego talked about something. Aryu and Otoya sighed in delight, nodding along with Tokimitsu.

"Such a fabulous manager. We are so lucky to have (Y/n)." Aryu smiled, just happy about the compliments she was giving them.

"Ha~ an angel! I will make sure to do a better job on the field than usually." Otoya giggled.

"Wait, guys. Calm down." Reo suddenly spoke up, causing the arguing group to look at him and Isagi, who had serious expressions on their faces.

"What?" Barou raised an eyebrow.

"Regardless of who (Y/n) was talking about, we need to stay focused. (Y/n) basically declared to the whole world that we would win." Isagi continued, causing the rest to look at each other.

"And?" Rin raised an eyebrow.

"We can't let her down. (Y/n) has a lot of trust in us to say all that. We need to stay focused on winning." Reo continued.

"And, when we win, we will get even more praises from her." Isagi finished. The last part pretty much sealed the deal for the team.

"Alright then!"

"We are so winning this!"

"You used your lukewarm brains for once."

"Let's win this thing as soon as possible!"

"It seems like they are as motivated as always." Anri giggled as she, (Y/n), and Ego stood outside of the locker room, listening to the team.

"Nothing less to be expected from them" (Y/n) smiled softly as Ego nodded in agreement.

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revasserium · 1 year ago

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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT WITH OMI OMI PLSSSSSS I LOVE YOU

@swaggerpear replied to your post “at first sight ft. kageyama, daichi, sugawara,...”:

BOKUTOOO PLEASEEE

at first sight, pt 2

ft. sakusa, bokuto, iwaizumi, oikawa

sakusa.

the first time he sees you, he knows you’re the one. he breathes easier, the air sitting better, sitting sweeter in his lungs — the persistent itch beneath his skin fades to a dull buzz, and when you turn your eyes onto him amidst the flash of cameras and the clamor of reporters, the whole world goes silent. when was the last time that’s happened for him? he can’t remember. you smile, and world is beautiful, irresistible white noise. he smiles back. later, when he manages to find you in the swell of people clamoring to interview him, he asks if you’re new to this — he hasn’t seen you on the press circuit before, and you tell him that you are. that once, you’d dreamed of taking pictures of beautiful things; he cocks his head and smirks, his mask for once pulled down to his chin — the words are out of his mouth before he can stop himself, “so you must be glad you found me, then.” he doesn’t have time to feel mortified because then, you’re laughing, the sound trickling over his skin like rose water, like piano music, and he shivers beneath it’s touch. you nod, blushing, the color so darling against your cheeks he want to lean in and kiss you. he does do that — but not till much later, and when he does, he finds you smiling. he finds that he likes the taste of your smile, too. and that of all the things he’d thought about kissing before now — of how unsanitary it might be, of how awkward, he finds that he really doesn’t mind because, well… it’s you.

bokuto.

the first time he sees you, he know you’re the one. he knows with the certainty of a rising sun. he knows like the receding tide, like the changing of seasons — he knows with the self-assuredness of weathermen forecasting the coming of monsoon season, just along the coast, where the beaches are wide and the sands are hot. he knows, he knows, he knows. he chases down the entire length of corridor at the sports clinic, trips over his own feet, faceplants before picking himself up, asks for your name, your number, what you’re specializing in, feels his stomach leap out of his mouth when you tell him that it’s sports medicine, can’t help but notice the way you’re blushing, the pink kissing across the tops of your cheeks the way he wishes he could. and he does — about a week and a half later, cupping your face in his rough-hewn hands, all thick skin and calluses from spike-practice, but you trace them over with your soft fingers later and tell him that you love them — love the way they feel against your skin, love the stories they tell, the strength they hold, the hours and hours of determination they are a mark of. three weeks in, he tells akaashi he thinks he’s going to marry you. three months in, he pops the question. you’re laughing and crying, both, when you say yes. later, he’d proudly brag to all his teammates that he’d caught an angel in the palms of his hands, brag that it took less than a second for him to literally fall for you, because hey, it must’ve hurt for you to fall from heaven, so he should have to hurt a little too.

iwaizumi.

the first time he sees you, he’s sure he’s misunderstood — surely the universe could not have been conspiring the way it did, surely manifest destiny would not play out the way he thought, the statistics line up the numbers just so. surely — it can’t be this perfect. but it can — so he learns, when he bumps into you again, in another country no less, so far from the confines of a japanese seven-eleven, all the way across the world in argentina, where he’s supposed to be meeting up with oikawa but the jerk is late and now he’s here, his eyes caught in yours in this coffee shop not three blocks away from the olympic training stadium. you both try to ask for each others names, and then, you both fall into awkward, knowing laughter. because if it’s not destiny, he doesn’t know what it is. if it’s not fate, then you don’t know what to call it — what are the chances of two people running into each other time and time again, halfway around the entire world? he asks you out for dinner, and you don’t say no. oikawa teases him mercilessly about it later, but he doesn’t care. he never fancied himself someone to be lovesick, but when oikawa floats out the term, he doesn’t negate him. it’s a slow-going thing, but iwaizumi finds that he doesn’t mind — he likes taking his time with you, knows implicitly that he has all the time in the world — because if you’d found each other across the entire world, then what’s there to be afraid of? what more is there to worry about? you have all the time in the world — after all, isn’t that what it means to be meant to each other?

oikawa.

the first time he sees you, he does double take, and then a triple take. and later, he’d do anything to claim that it was you who chased after him, but those closest to him all know the truth — that he’d run down four flights of stairs and searched through the entire olympic arena to find you, mulling over musubi of all things — him, breathless and panting, and really, really wondering what the hell he as doing. he’s got a game later, but — well, he couldn’t really help himself. call him a skirt chaser, call him a womanizer, call him the playboy to end all playboys, but oikawa tooru has always known what he wanted. and he knew, in the blink of an eye, that he wanted you. so he’d chased after you, he’d found you, he’d turned up his charm and ramped up his smolder and you… well, you’d shaken your head and brushed him off. it’d stung, of course it had. he’d been inconsolable for weeks, but after he found out that you’re related to the famous sportscaster, he finds himself rejuvenated. he tells your dad that he’s in love with you before he ever asks you out on a date. years later, long after he’d managed to convince you out for one date, which turned into two, and then five, and then ten, and then… who’s keeping count any more, right? he stands across from you with your hands in his and tears in his eyes, he tells you — he says, y’know… the first time i saw you, in that crowd, i knew you were the one for me.

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h3rmess · 8 months ago

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guys the biggest letdown in blue lock is the fact that kira got killed off (he is not dead he's just gone and I'm mourning)

LIKE THATS THE POTENTIAL MAN OF BLUE LOCK FR. HES OUR MEGUMI

I actually miss him so much he was such a cutie

honestly I'm calling it right now once the NEL finishes and they go to the U-20 world cup, they're gonna play against a country like portugal or argentina and kira is gonna be on that team seeking revenge for what isagi did to him (its literally not even his fault)

MARK MY WORDS THIS WILL HAPPEN. I USED MY META VISION TO FORSEE THE FUTURE OF THIS MANGA, AND THIS IS WHAT I'VE CONCLUDED

this makes sm sense in my head like why else would they kill off what could have been a main character. and since I'm pretty sure the whole not being able to play for the national team is strictly limited to Japan, kira may have got an offer from a really good club and could just have been training ever since and we would never know bc there's no exposure to media in blue lock.

he's so pretty I might cry

#blue lock #bllk #kira ryosuke #bllk kira #blue lock kira #predictions #meta vision #im calling it now #this will happen #bring back my king #the goat #romance

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leclercsredhelmet · 6 months ago

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Invisible String 𓍼 Julián Álvarez

A/N: Hi! Sorry for the inactivity I’ve been busy writing and editing multiple blurbs. Recently I’ve been thinking about writing more with different athletes aside from formula one and nfl. Without further ado here is Invisible string, hope you all enjoy reading this! (Ps. I might write a part two for this one)

“Time curious time, gave me no compasses gave me no signs”

With a big sigh, you close the door and set your luggage down. Extending an arm your fingers find the light switch and the house lights turn on. You look around your grandparents' house and walk towards the windows opening the curtains. Part of you feels a little sad about coming to an empty house but the other part is happy to be close to home. Your grandparents had died a few years ago and they had left some properties to your father and he decided to pass down their house to you. He figured that instead of paying for a hotel room every time you came to Argentina you could just stay at the house.

The house was spotless and everything was exactly the same as the last time you stepped foot in the house. You smile at how quiet it is compared to the city noises you’d grown somewhat accustomed to. After a walk around the first floor, you grab your luggage and take it upstairs, the door to your bedroom is open. The space looks and smells clean, just by looking at the neatly made bed you know that the staff your dad employs to look after the house was here.Fishing for your phone inside the bag you pull it out and let your parents know that you’ve arrived okay before peeling your airport clothes off and taking a much-needed shower.

After unpacking you grab your bag and head downstairs, taking the keys from the kitchen counter you head out and lock the door behind you. Everything feels as if you never left in the first place and a smile spreads across your lips and you tap the steering wheel happily. Getting groceries takes you a little longer than expected because a lady from town recognizes you and you inevitably fall into a conversation with the charming older woman. Your hands are full and you’re too busy freeing one of your hands to retrieve the keys from your pocket to notice where you're walking.

You bump into someone and one of the bags falls from your hand, instantly you offer an apology to the stranger. “Disculpa, no preste atencion por donde caminaba” (My apologies, I was not paying attention to where I was walking) you say while bending down. “No te preocupes,” a male voice replies. Your fingers touch and you make eye contact with the stranger. Recognition flashes in his eyes and your expression mirrors his. “Julián!” you happily say and he smiles. “Y/n, no puedo creer que estás aquí,” (Y/N, I can’t believe you’re here) he says and helps you stand up before pulling you into a hug. He’s still holding onto one of your bags and you smile.

“Hace mucho tiempo que estás de vuelta?” (Has it been long since you’ve returned?) he asks you and you shake your head no. “Acabo de llegar hoy,”(I just got here today) you reply. Your accent is not as defined as his because you didn’t spend a lot of time in Argentina. Fondly he smiles at you, “Me alegra verte, hace mucho tiempo que no conicidmos,” (It makes me happy to see you, it’s been long since we’ve seen each other) he says and you can’t help but blush.

Both of you grew up together in a little town a few minutes away, your families knew each other and when you had to move from Argentina you were extremely sad to part ways with the boy. “Felicidades por ganar la Copa! Estoy muy orgullosa de ti” (Congrats for winning the World Cup! I’m very proud of you) you congratulate him for winning the Fifa and he smiles. “Gracias, siempre me decías que lo podía lograr y no te equivocaste,” (Thank you, you always told me I could make it and you weren’t wrong) he replies. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear you attempt to hug him but your hands are full.

Julián laughs and the sound makes you feel like butterflies flutter in your stomach. Something tells you Julián wants to speak but you decide to be a little bold, “Estás ocupado hoy?”(Are you busy today?), he shakes his head no. “No para nada, pasa algo?” (No, not at all. Is everything okay?) he asks a little concerned and you smile at his caring nature.“Quieres venir conmigo? podemos cocinar algo y hablar más,” (Do you want to come with me? We can cook something and catch up) you offer. Smiling he nods and you both walk side by side until you get to your car. Being the gentleman he naturally is, he takes your bags so you can open the car before helping you load everything. Carefully you drive out and you can feel him staring at you.

“Acaso tengo algo en la cara Álvarez?” you tease. (Do I have something on my face Álvarez?) He laughs and you grin, “No, solo que te vez muy diferente ahora,”(No, you just look very different now) he says a little nervously. “Mejor o peor?” (For better or worse?) you ask with a chuckle. “M-mejor aunque nunca te veías mal,” (B-Better, although you never looked bad) he says with a shy stutter. “Bueno ya no tenemos nueve años Juli.” (Well, we’re not nine anymore Juli) “No ya no, ahora tenemos veinticuatro,” he says with a chuckle. (No, we don’t. We’re twenty four now)

“Sigues en Miami?” he asks you. (Are you still in Miami?) No, me fui de Miami para Louisiana State University para estudiar literatura y luego a Londres para estudiar publicidad y editorial. Allá hice un internado y la agencia me contrató el mes pasado you say. (No, I left Miami and went to LSU to study literature and then London to study publicity and editorial I did an internship and the agency hired me last month.)

“Al fin lograste trabajar en publicidad y editorial,” he says with a smile. “I’m proud of you,” he says in English and you smile. (You finally achieved working in publicity and editorial) “Me too Juli, You’ve won everything so far, I wanted to reach out but I wasn’t sure and I’m sorry I didn’t,” you say as you arrive at your house. “It’s okay we were both busy chasing our dreams but we’re here now and that’s what matters,” he says and you smile.

With his help, you unload everything and quickly get to work in the kitchen. Julián notices the flag magnets on the fridge and smiles. “Do your parents still have the flags on their fridge like they did back in the day?” he asks. “Yup, they have the exact same magnets,” you say. He chuckles and nudges you a bit making you both chuckle. “I missed my favorite Puertorican and Argentine,” he says. Playfully you shove him, “I missed you too boludo,” you say and he throws his head back and laughs.

“London is four hours away but I’ll totally come see you if you want me to,” he says. Smiling, you nod and look for some plates, “I’d love that, I’ll even go up to Manchester for a match,” you say and he smiles. “It’s a done deal mariposa,” he says using your childhood nickname. After plating the food you sit down to eat, a plate of pasta later and four wine glasses deep you and Julián are sitting side by side on the couch catching up and splitting what’s left of the wine bottle.

“Do you remember when I used to tease you?” he asks. Giggling you turn to look at him, “Uh huh, I used to tease you too,” you reply.” It was a never-ending cycle,” he comments and you laugh. “Until you stopped and I never knew why,” you say and he laughs a little. You could feel his eyes on you as he inched closer, your knees were touching now and he was starting to lean in.

Maybe it was the wine, the reminiscing, all those years spent apart, or the same lingering feelings but you were leaning in. The gap between you was closing slowly, the tip of his nose grazes yours, and just as your lips are about to touch but your phone rings, making you pull away. Cursing, you answer it and talk to your mother. You’re nodding along and a laugh escapes Julián’s lips, your mom catches wind of it and once she finds out it’s him she begs you to hand the phone over.

You leave him to chat with your mom while you clean the dishes and glance at the clock. It’s midnight and disappointment creeps in at the reality that he might want to leave soon. Walking back to the couch you sit down and put your phone on mute and leave it on the coffee table. “Do you feel like it’s been ages since we’ve seen each other but it just feels like days?” you ask, breaking the silence. “I see you’re still a profound thinker,” he jokes and you laugh. “I do feel like that, from the moment I realized it was you it started to feel like that. I missed you a lot,” he says and you can tell he’s being fully honest.

His level of honesty was one of the traits you always loved about him. “Me too, making friends sucked because I just kept comparing them to you and I realized no one could ever be you Juli." His right hand finds yours and he taps your knuckles twice. Smiling, you turn your hand over and open your palm, back when you were kids you used to do that.

Both of you viewed it as an innocent child-like touch and over time it turned into a gesture shared between the two of you. Usually, he’d place a flower in your hand or just trace patterns with his finger in your palm. This time he had no flower to give you but he was tracing soft patterns and the touch was sending shivers down your spine.

“And isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?”

Unconsciously you had started to inch closer, you looked into his brown eyes and your mind started to race. The feelings you had thought were long gone still lingered and they had all come rushing back. Sure you had been on dates and you had a boyfriend in high school but the what if was always in the back of your mind and you’d picture what being with Julián would be like if life ever happened to toss both of you in the same place again.

It's like an invisible string is between you and now the thread is getting brighter. “Y/N, I have to tell you-” Julián stops and looks at you, his gaze lingers for a bit, and a lump forms in your throat. Suddenly his palms are on either side of your face and his lips meet yours.

The action is a little rough and sudden but once his lips capture yours it softens. Your eyelids flutter shut and you kiss him back, your hands grip the front of his shirt in an attempt to pull him closer to you and his lips taste like red wine. Slowly he starts to pull away, your foreheads touch, and your heart is racing making your thoughts foggy. Releasing the grip on his shirt you steady your breathing and open your eyes.

“Y/N this might sound crazy but I always hoped you’d come back so I could tell you that I’ve thought about what it would be like if we were older and together in a different way,” he says. He’s struggling to find more words to describe the full scope of his feelings but he doesn’t need to because you know. “Juli, yo lo se,” you say. “I know because I feel it too, I spent all these years wondering about a what-if,” you say. His hands find shelter on your hips and everything about this feels so right.

It feels as if the stars had been aligned for you long ago, the fates have conspired to put you in the same place at the same time. The certainty that you were meant to end up as you are right now with the perfect amount of years apart from each other was just as reassuring as true north. From the moment you held hands at the swing set in the park the invisible string was in place and it had already tied you to each other.

“Ya es tarde, me debo ir pero no lo quiero hacer hasta que hablemos,” he says. (It’s late, I should go but I don’t want to leave until we talk) “Entonces quédate, no te vayas” you say. (Then stay and don’t leave)

He kisses you again but it is a lot softer this time, his hands don’t move from your hips, your arms lock around his neck and you pull him in a little willing his body to mold into yours. He pulls apart and his head finds the crook of your neck. Softly you rake your fingers through his hair, silence hangs over you but it’s comfortable. Finally, his head lifts and he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

Lacing your fingers with his you stand up and lead him upstairs, you sit facing each other and hold hands while you talk about what to do next. Night draws further in and eventually, you fall asleep in each other’s arms. When morning comes you don’t hide the smile on your face, Julián smiles and presses a soft kiss to your cheek.Last night you talked about your feelings and decided to give your relationship a try.

“Juli there’s a song that I think fits us, you should hear it,” you say and proceed to play Invisible string by Taylor Swift while you drive to his parent’s house for breakfast. As you drive you can’t help but be happy that after all this time everything you have spent so long picturing and hoping to happen was starting to be your reality.

(all photo credits go to the respective owners)

#julian alvarez #julian alvarez x reader #football imagine #julian alvarez imagine #football x reader

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getting-messi · 2 years ago

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Messi about to win another award today and I already know people are going to have the shittiest takes

Let this prepare you for when he gets bdo #8🤭🤧

#please don’t make my head spin about Mbappe or whatever #I saw people saying that because Mbappe scored more goals than Messi in the final and ‘single handly carried his country on his back’ that -#he should win and I’m like LMAOOOOO #Messi did that for Argentina for like a decade that ain’t nothing special #and please actually look in the mirror and be serious #you want someone who LOST a final to win over someone who scored a brace and WON the final #people are lunatics on purpose I swear #people spent Messi’s entire career saying that he’d be a flop if he didn’t win the World Cup #and not only did he win it but he broke every misconception about him in the process #and now they’re saying it was scripted😭

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gadriezmannsgirl · 2 years ago

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Hey, i love your work and i hope you 're a having a great day💞 I have a request if it's okay, i was thinking maybe something with Anto and his girlfriend/wife is argentinian maybe related to Messi and some tension during the WC finale.

Or another idea where they are experiencing some cultural differences. Maybe her showing something from her culture to his family.

Thank you💞 💞💞

Conflicted -Antoine Griezmann (x Messi!Reader)

Summary: Your French husband is at the final of the World Cup but so is your Argentinian brother, Lionel.

You were the happiest when you saw Argentina beat Croatia 3-0 and with a goal, even though it was a penalty, of your brother, Lionel Messi. You were in your hotel room with your husband, Antoine, with the Messi 10 shirt on, when that happened. He had laughed when you threw yourself at him kissing him in your celebration form.

Antoine obviously welcomed your kiss and loved the attention.

You never thought too deeply into it but you started doing it when you saw that France was beating Morocco.

It was such a hard decision for you now. You were born in Argentina, you were proud of being Argentinian and you obviously wanted for your country to win, but on the other side you had your French husband.

He had already won a WC but you were also waiting for him to win another one, he had worked so hard for this, he deserved it, he also wanted to make his country proud once more and you wanted to be there for him.

So that's how you came into the place you were being now, sat in the French side with your Argentina shirt on but a French flag tied around your neck. People were whispering at the fact of the blue and white striped shirt on the dark blue side but whoever knew Lionel Messi and Antoine Griezmann knew that you were sister of the first one and wife of the latest.

You were feeling funny today, you knew that at the end of the day you'd feel happy and sad at the same time however the result will be. Happy for your husband and sad for your brother and country if France wins or Sad for your husband and happy for your brother and country if Argentina wins. By the end of the day, you'll be destroyed by the social media either way.

Good thing was that you learned to not give a single shit of what people said about you on social media.

Antoine's parents and the French WAG's were understanding your position. Of course, you can imagine they feel a little betrayed but they also knew your good intentions and the fact that you wished both teams the best of luck.

"Stop stressing so much about it" Antoine had said before arriving at the stadium

You were laughing at that right now.

First half passed and Argentina was already winning 2-0, you didn't celebrated the goals made by your older brother and by Angel Di Maria... And you were also not going to celebrate France's goals.

If they scored seeing as they weren't going to do it.

Your breathe hitched everytime the ball moved from Argentina to France territory and from France to Argentina territory. This was the world's best and worst final for you.

The amount of times your stomach was tied in a knot were uncountable.

It was worse when Kylian at minutes 80' and 81' did a doublet. It was tied and both of them heading into the extra time.

At this rate you wanted to throw up. You felt the looks of the whole stadium on you, even if they were on the pitch. You felt the whispers of both countries hit on your back.

At 108' Lionel scored and ten minutes later Kylian scored too. Fucking penalties. They were heading into the penalties. Everything could happen now.

4-2, was the end result. You cried for both happiness and sadness. You couldn't see Antoine's sad face and you could imagine your brother's happiness for finally winning a WC.

After a few minutes you bolted out of the French stands and got into the pitch, both teams still there along with the family of the Argentinians.

You showed your pass and security let you in.

Your eyes scanned the whole stadium searching for the brunette of your brother and the blonde of your husband, after what felt ages looking and looking around; you finally saw them both, hugging each other. You ran towards them and finally crushed both of them in a hug

You heard both of their laughs and felt their arms wrap around you

"This past three hours were absolutely hell for me" You admitted "I'm sorry and congrats, both of you" You spoke

"Don't worry, hermanita. We understand it" Your brother spoke first "Still, thank you for the support"

"I love you both so much" You said crying "And please known I'm happy and sad at the same time. This wasn't easy"

"We known it wasn't" Antoine whispered leaving a kiss on your cheek "We thank you for putting up with it, tho" You pulled away from them kissing Antoine's lips quickly and then your brother's cheek, hugging them once more

You guess, it was your country's time. It was your brother's time. Last time you were in the French side, cheering for them and celebrating with them on their win. Now, you'll also be there but with your people. Your latina people, you'd still celebrate it.

You were hurt for your brother back in 2018, now you are hurt for your husband in 2022.

Still, you loved the fact they respected each other, both of them understanding each others position. You went to your mom hugging her tightly feeling the excitement of your fellow Argentinians, you hugged your sister-in-law and your nephews.

You hugged Angel, Rodrigo, el Dibu, Dybala, Julián and every single one of the team congratulating them and even kissing the throphy your brother put up to your lips, laughing with him.

After a while, you escaped from them and went towards your French people. The first one you hugged was Lloris, the greatest captain ever, you kissed his cheek and congratulated him for the amazing job he had done, you then went to Varane, Olivier, Théo, Kylian, Koundé, Ousmane and the rest of them, leaving last your husband who was slightly behind them watching your brother with the Cup.

You went to him, hugged your husband and kissed him once more

"I'm so proud of you, I love you so much, I'm sorry and congratulations" His arms tightened around you

"Thank you, chérie" He smiled at you "Go and have fun with them" You shook your head

"I can't have fun knowing my husband is feeling sad, I know it's a normal thing right now but I just can't. I already feeling like I'm betraying both of you"

"You aren't. You're happy your brother and country got another Cup"

"But I'm also sad and destroyed because my husband and his country lost" You shook your head "I'm feeling everything a persona can feel" He laughed lightly

"That's not healthy for the baby, you know it" Antoine's hands went to your barely shown stomach, you were four months into pregnancy and not many people knew about it

"Well, I can't exactly help it. This baby will be in the middle next WC just like his momma is"

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be" You kissed his once more before feeling a weight on your shoulder "Merde!"

"¿Cómo que merde? ¿Qué sos vos argentina o francesa, boluda?" Your brother's voice made you and Antoine laugh "Venga, que mamá quiere una foto de todos" You nod

"I can take it if you want" Anto offered as Leo laughed

"Mamá dijo todos, vos también estás incluido. Somos familia"

After a few photos and some easing things from your family's part to Antoine, they were having a good time. Not the exactly best or they were fully partying like you knew they would, for Anto's feelings and respect but you loved it and were feeling now happy seeing that despite the differences they were able to push them aside.

Football is football but family is first.

Those two were your champions- your world champions and you couldn't help but think your third one was also on its way.

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover

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didishawn · 2 years ago

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some Jules kounde smut plssss

This request surely made me see Koundé on a different light

No more Muchachos (Jules Koundé x Argentinian Reader) smut

Warnings: a bit of teasing because of the World Cup final, Koundé fucks you hard to shut you up, smut, some Spanish

Masterlist

If he has to hear the song one more time, Koundé will go mad.

En Argentina nací (I was born in Argentina)

Tierra del Diego y Lionel (land of Diego and Lionel)

De los pibes de Malvinas (of the guys frtom Malvinas)

Que jamás olvidaré (that I will never forget)

No te lo puedo explicar (I can't explain)

Porque no vas a entender (because you won't understand)

Las finales que perdimos (the finals that we lost)

Cuantos años la lloré (how many years I cried them)

Pero eso se terminó (but that finished)

Porque en el Maracaná (because in the Maracaná)

La final con los brazucas (the final with the Brazilians)

La volvió a ganar papá (Dad won it again)

He knows you are on heaven since the World Cup final, and doesn't matter how sad you felt for his loss, your happiness was greater at seeing Messi finally lifting up the Cup -even he was excited for that.

But he seriously cannot keep on going like this, everyday Muchachos sounds on repeat in your home, your low humming going with the music and always with a teasing look on your eye.

His teammates and the media find it so funny, how much you seem to love your dear Argentina over him -even he finds it funny, but can't help but dream of setting you straight as he finds himself singing the lyrics even when you are not around.

Dreams do become true.

Is what Koundé thinks as he pounds into you from the back, one hand pulling you back, the other on your hair pushing your face to be buried in between your comfortable pillows.

"Does that feel good, darling?"

He hears your muffled yes and smirks, hips still pistoning into yours.

"This is what needed to be done, isn't it? A good fuck so you can stop being an annoying little shit, love reminding me about that day, don't you?"

You lift your head, even with glossy eyes you still give him a teasing look, "No es mi culpa que perdieran, pa. Era para Sudamérica no para Europa" you hum, he groans, even if he loves how thick your accent gets on times like this. (not my fault you lost, dude. It was for South America not for Europa)

"You really are a little shit"

He spins you around, holding one of your legs up, kissing your ankle then placing it on his shoulder, reaching deeper inside you, his length and width have you closing your eyes and whining, it hurts so good -an expression you never understood until meeting Jules.

His lips are on yours, he wants to be the one thing you think about, his fingers playing with your bundle of nerves have you squirming around.

You are trembling, your moans are getting higher, nails leaving marks on his back, you bite into his neck, making him groan out and thrust harder.

He looks down at you, so much love in his eyes yet his thrusts are nothing but punishment, hard and fast, his lips are all over you, your breasts, neck, face, hair, one caressing your stomach, calming you down, a sweet kiss on your cheek. You are close, he can tell, he knows everything about you and can recognise the signs.

"Cum for me, darling. Let me feel you around me"

You moan as you reach your extasis, whines leaving your mouth as he continues on fucking you. You can feel him throb inside of you, you caress his back with you nails -something you know he loves, and have him trembling.

He suddenly leaves your insides, taking your hand and dragging you to the edge of the bed, he stands in front of you, your face inches away from his cock as he jerks himself off, a loud moan sounds as he cums on your face and he groans when he sees the look you give him while cleaning yourself off and moaning at his taste.

He cleans you up, and you lay side by side, you cuddling into his chest as he caresses you ans kisses your head.

He smiles down at you "Is that enough to get you to stop playing that goddamm song?"

"Sure, I suppose"

You will just have to start playing 3 estrellas en el conjunto, you guess.

#jules kounde #koundé #jules kounde smut #jules koundé #jules kounde x reader #jules kounde imagine #barca #fc barca #barcelona #france nt #france national team #argentina nt #messi #muchachos #world cup

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andmaybegayer · 5 months ago

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Last Monday of the Week 2024-08-19

Tech companies will give you six interviews and think it's normal.

Listening: Got introduced to Skiltron who unfortunately I don't like very much. I'll see if it grows on me but not quite my speed, which is a shame because normally "metal and it has bagpipes" would have me from minute 0.

This is a metal band that does a bunch of Celtic-y sounds so they are, of course, from Argentina.

I think that this goes too far away from what I'm coming to metal for, their vocals are too clear. Strip out the vocal stem and I think I would like this a normal amount, but the clean vocals pull me out of it. You don't have to go full croak for it but at least growl a little.

Reading: Started up on The Tyrant Baru Cormorant which about ⅕ of the way into the book already feels like I'm getting to the end of a book which is a good and normal sign that everything is going to be smooth sailing for the remaining sections of the book, I'm sure.

Baru is so fucked all the time it's incredible, like, you can see at every point how she just cannot keep herself from playing into the Masquerade's hands because she owes all her power to things she wants to destroy.

The story is very careful to not linger too long on all the horrible things she's doing to herself and others which means that while they're not hard to spot, you feel much more like you're inside her head where these things are the price you pay for the power she wields.

The setting of "sailing around in frigates but with essentially 1920's medicine" kinda rules.

Watching: Watched Blade (1998) which is a great deal of fun. If you can't ignore old CGI you're in trouble but otherwise it's over the top in a really enjoyable way.

Masquerade settings are a lot of fun, I kind of mentioned this in the John Wick entry, the idea that there is a secret parallel world overlaid on the real one scratches some good itches, I need to find more and more diverse kinds of masquerades.

Some motherfuckers always trying to ice skate uphill! Perfect metaphor.

Also more Gundam, up to like, e32? They just got back to space for the first time since arriving on Earth. I think that sometime around Odessa I went from kind of enjoying Gundam to really thinking it's doing something special. It's really dedicated to keeping you off-balance and throwing these very thorny situations and questions at you, even as a show that has to completely ignore a bunch of its deepest questions in order to be a children's toy advert.

Playing: Picked up KSP for a couple hours, I keep on not playing it long enough to do anything interesting so I'm completely ignoring time, I'm allowed to fast forward as much as I want to make missions happen. Trying to "fill time" often kills my desire to do missions, since even a simple mission can require hundreds of days of in game time and even if you have a whole lot of orbital admin within like, Kerbin and Jool systems those only use a couple days at a time.

Built some resource scanners and chucked them at Eve and Gilly, want to try and set up a fuel refinery base on both to operate a fuel interchange where you can launch crew from Eve and refuel in orbit with fuel more economically harvested at Gilly to account for the stupendous fuel expense of leaving Eve. Busy trialling re-entry of a little rover thing for scouting ground sites

Making: Made a bunch of progress on the LED driver, writing to flash storage, updated webui, but it is currently getting stuck after running for an hour or two and I cannot figure out why. Some of these issues seem to be more power delivery related rather than actual issues so it might be time to actually set up regulators and power supply for this thing.

Tools and Equipment: You can just put cups of water in the fridge to cool down. No one can stop you. I've been filling up my Tumblr Colour Of The Sky cup with water and fridging it to help keep cool.

#last monday of the week #Bandcamp

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star-girl69 · 2 years ago

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: exams are crazy 😰 but i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: mentions cannibalism, mentions of death, swearing, hallucinations, panic attack kinda, mentions of kidnapping, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Five - Crown of Bones

Chapter Twenty Four - Crown of Bones

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1996-

“People of Europe, I send you the rainbow of Argentina!”

Misty and Crystal have been singing for ages now, sweeping, and everyone is doing their best to ignore them, eating their starling soup.

You sigh and turn to the window, trying to get away from the world, feeling Natalie breath out heavily next to you, muttering under her breath about them.

But at the same time- their singing feels normal. You smile to yourself, wondering if something like this would have happened at Nationals in a hotel room the girls had remade into a party room.

Would you still be sitting next to Natalie like this?

Who would still be there?

You rub your eyes, looking out the dusty window, trying to spot Shauna coming back with the bear meat for tonight.

Antlers, white like bone, the parts that aren’t covered in blood, at least, shine back at you.

Antlers like these used to mean so much to you. They meant a win, food in your stomach, and now everytime you even think about them- glance over at the wall above the fireplace-

And you remember that night. The antlers you saw. The sounds, the taste, how good it all felt.

You’re not sure of what you’ve lived through, you don’t know what is happening in this place, in this cabin, but you know those antlers aren’t supposed to be there.

You gasp, your metal cup clattering to the floor, soup spilling, staring, staring and those fucking antlers you can’t escape from.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Natalie asks, her hands all over you, but you’re not hurt, you’re just staring at the antlers in the window, wondering why you’re going fucking crazy-

You bring your hands up to your eyes, and when you open your eyes again- there is nothing but the dusty window and the snow, the trees in the background.

“Nothing,” you gasp after a second, your lungs tight, your breath not able to come through properly. “I… I just thought I saw something.”

The rest of the cabin is silent as Natalie shifts closer, looking out the window.

She nods. “It’s alright. There’s nothing there.” She looks into your eyes, places a hand on your face. “It’s alright,” she repeats.

You nod, feeling shaky and odd.

You’ve felt for a long time like something is inside of you, the wilderness, a poisoned sapling in your liver that is just pumping you full of poison- and the more you get it the more you want it.

You shake your head and try to take a deep breath, but it comes out as a shudder.

“I’m- I’m fine.”

Natalie nods, but you know she doesn’t quite believe you, and when you glance around the cabin- no one quite believes you either.

“You’re not,” Lottie says after a moment, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. She stands up, crosses the room, and holds her hand out. “You need to breathe-”

“Oh, my God,” Nat scoffs. “She doesn’t need your bullshit, Lottie.”

“I’m trying to help,” Lottie frowns.

“I’m alright, Lottie,” you say, and Lottie takes a step back under Nat’s stare.

Shauna bursts through the door, setting down the tray of bear meat.

In a moment, everything has forgotten about you and your vision, just leaving you and Natalie in the corner.

She exhaled harshly, turning back to you after she’s done glaring down Lottie.

“You don’t need to be so mean,” you mutter, feeling like someone has stabbed the antlers through your chest, and the blood is yours. “She’s just trying to help.”

“She can go and help anyone else.”

“So who’s the thief?” Shauna asks, standing up, glaring around at all of you. No one says anything, confused as to what she’s talking about. “Someone stole some bear meat from the shed. I guess they think they deserve it more than the rest of us, which… at this point, is pretty fucked. If anybody, I’m the one who should be taking some more, but I’m not, because I’m not the fucking worst. So which one of you is?”

After Shauna’s rant, everyone is silent, and you share a glance with Natalie. She shakes her head, and you do too- and you believe her.

“Okay. Right. Whatever,” Shauna hisses.

Coach comes out of the shadows, moving to his chair in the corner, his crutches banging against the floor.

“It was probably him,” Mari whispers to Akilah, staring at him out of the corner of her eyes. “He thinks he’s so much better than all us.”

Coach stops and looks up to the sky, sighing.

“I didn’t take the fucking meat,” he glares at her. “Okay? And in case you forgot-” he holds up one of his crutches, “Not exactly nimble in the snow, huh?”

He keeps walking forward, and your breath finally feels a bit more normal, and you shake your head, not risking a glance out the window.

“But you know what?”

He stands in front of his chair, turning around to face everyone.

“If it had been me… what exactly would you do about it? Would you eat me?”

Everyone exchanges glances, and you’re not exactly sure what anyone’s trying to say-

Mari stands, taking a few steps forward confidently, like she would.

“Let’s all just chill, you guys,” Nat says, scrambling to her feet and raising a hand out to Mari. She gestures to him. “There’s no way that Coach would ever-”

“This is because of you, you know.”

You look up at Mari with wide eyes.

What the fuck has Mari done for you all?

“Excuse me?”

“Why we don’t have any meat. Lottie tries to bless you for the hunt, but half the time you’re MIA. Or when you do show up, it’s like you’re practically holding your nose.”

“Are you joking?” Nat hisses, and you stand up, feeling a little angry and a little on edge-

“What have you done, huh, Mari? Have you been hiking through the mountains in the freezing cold looking for food?”

She takes a step towards you, and you do too.

“No. You’ve been here, in the cabin, nice and warm while we were out there trying!”

“If there isn’t any game, then how did Lottie get the birds.”

“Lottie didn’t fucking get the birds,” Nat scoffs. “They flew into the cabin.”

“Because she told them too,” Mari says.

“It did happen when the blood dripped on the symbol she made,” Akilah mutters.

“We’re still not really sure that’s why,” Shauna says.

“Yeah, you see, that’s what we call a coincidence,” Coach sighs. “Okay? Those birds were just… like, confused, or had a disease or something.”

“No. If they were diseased, then we would have gotten sick from eating them,” Misty says, the broom still in her hands.

“What about the bear?”

Everyone turns to Van.

“I don’t think anyone who saw that could call it a coincidence.”

“Exactly.” Mari turns back to you and Natalie. “It all goes to show the only food we’ve had in months is thanks to Lottie.”

Natalie runs a hand through her hair.

“Then we should have a fucking contest, huh? One-on-one. We both go out. Just her and me, and at the end of the day we see who makes it back with more food.”

You stare up at Nat, but she’s not looking anywhere near you.

“Come on, Nat. That’s not fair,” Travis says. “Lottie’s not a hunter.”

“Oh, according to them, she’s better than a hunter.”

She looks around, and everyone else does, but not one says anything.

You grab Natalie’s hand, making her look at you.

“You’re not serious.”

She stares into your eyes.

“You’re not serious, Natalie. You can’t- can’t just go out into the wilderness all by yourself,” you laugh, just because it’s so hilarious. You look around, and no one says anything. “All of you can’t be serious. You’re gonna freeze out there all by yourselves.”

Natalie looks at you.

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “It’s stupid.”

You take a step closer and drop your voice.

“Why do you let them get to you, Nat?”

“I’ll be fine, Y/N.”

You stare back at her, and when you look at her shadow behind her, you swear she’s wearing a crown of bones. Of antlers.

—-

2021-

“I know you’re in there, Y/N!”

Misty’s sing-song voice has been at your door for the past five minutes, banging and knocking, shouting that it’s her! It’s your old best friend, and you should just let her in-

“I don’t wanna talk to anyone, please Misty,” you groan, leaning your head against the heavy door. The following knocks make your teeth chatter.

“Okay,” she says, slightly shouting. “I wanted to tell you this in person, but since you’re being difficult…”

“What, Misty?!”

“Natalie’s missing.”

You open the door quickly, and when you look in her eyes, you know she’s not lying.

But you know nothing about the man behind her.

“I… who? Who the fuck-?”

She glances over to the man, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

“That’s Walter. Seriously, do not mind him. He’s just helping me.”

“Hi,” he says after a moment, holding out his hand that you cautiously take. “I’m Walter,” he smiles. “And you must be the infamous Y/N I’ve heard so much about. All good things, besides for the shouting of your name just now.”

“Ha,” you say, and maybe you would she laughed if you weren’t so scared and confused.

One Yellowjacket missing could mean bad news for the rest of them.

Misty barges past you and inside, and Walter smiles awkwardly at you before following her.

“Oh, okay,” you mutter, shutting the door and following them. “Nat’s missing?”

Misty sighs, sitting on your couch, like she had when Travis died.

“Yes. But, we have a lead! Purple people.”

“Misty… do you have any meds you should be taking…?”

“Oh, no, no, Y/N. Not actual purple people. But people dressed in purple clothes.”

“Oh, yeah. ‘Cause that makes much more sense, huh? Besides, how do you know she didn’t just take off?”

“Has she contacted you?” Misty asks, taking out a notepad. Walter looks around your apartment while you wring your hands together nervously.

“No,” you sigh, and she sets down her notepad, adjusting her glasses.

“You know something.”

“I don’t,” you mutter.

“You do!” she shouts, pointing her finger at you.

You roll your eyes. “God, Misty, fine, I-” she looks at you expectantly, and you look away. “I… may have kinda, like, completely cut things off with her at the reunion?”

“Y/N,” Misty gasps. “What? What happened? You guys were so…”

You sigh and turn back to her. “It… it was never really healthy. And we were too focused on saving each other to save ourselves, it- it was never meant to work, you know?”

Misty looks you up and down. “Well,” she mutters, writing something down.

“She’s probably in Texas,” you mumble. “She always runs to Texas. She took me to Texas. She likes… the heat.”

Because winter makes her feel a little sick.

Misty nods. “Texas,” she sighs. She looks around your apartment. “Goodness, Y/N. Breakup really effect you?”

“It wasn’t a breakup, Misty,” you sneer. “We weren’t together. It was just… a formal… we shouldn’t ever get back together again.”

“Okay,” she says, raising her eyebrows, not really believing you. “Well, pack your bags. Don’t worry, I already called out of work for you-”

“Misty?! You- you can’t just-”

She cuts you a harsh glare.

“Listen to me. I know, and everyone else knows, that you still love her. And now she’s missing. I need your help, Y/N, and you need mine.”

“I don’t need your help, Misty,” you roll your eyes.

She shrugs.

“Aren’t you at least curious?” Walter asks, the first time he’s spoken since he came in. Misty rolls her eyes. “Come. I’m paying.”

And you are curious. And you do care about Natalie, even if you’re working to not love her anymore. Besides, who doesn’t want a free vacation?

—-

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