#I asked if I could decide if I wanted it on my own at home and they said absolutely. and I obviously decided to move forward

[oldqueergrandma]

Everyone's experience has nuance, so here is mine;

While I was in high school, I was having a pretty good time. I had a circle of friends besides my one Worstie. I outsmarted a couple of scheduling problems so that I could take instrumental music, vocal music, and art electives each year. I'd started going to SF/Conventions so I'd found My People and my world was already a lot bigger than my high school.

It wasn't until later that I saw how seriously fucked up my life was then. Why I busted my ass to go to college four hours away, and then just collapsed. That drive I had in high school evaporated on me. I was free, and I didn't really understand what that meant.

Some years later, after he went through a lot of therapy, my (3 years younger) brother asked me if I could pinpoint "when things at home got really bad."

My reply was that they got steadily worse. I could really see it when I flunked out of college and had to move back home the following year.

For him, that year I went away marked the "Worst" year. And I just stared at him and very softly said, "And why do you think that? What was different about that year?"

I watched him connect the dots at last. "You weren't there... To protect me."

"And I'm sorry."

Now, we didn't have a horror story.

We weren't beaten, or starved. We weren't forced to work part-time jobs while in school to feed the family. My brothers were allowed to play sports and I was allowed to pursue art.

But we were being emotionally abused, financially abused, and watching our parents' descent into their own miserable madness.

High school is when you start to see the bigger picture. High school is when many of us start to see what kind of cage we have been living in.

And, for some people, they don't experience that awareness. They love it so much because it's the only time in their lives when the ratio of freedoms-to-Responsibilities is favorable. And they spend their life reliving those Glory Days.

But I gotta tell you, and tell you truly:

It gets better. It's going to get better in ways that you might not even know about. You are going to become the manager of your own affairs, and that means you're going to get to make choices about the shape of your life.

High school *can* be practice for figuring out your life. But once you're no longer being monitored, you have only yourself to answer to.

If your life right now is miserable, try to find a space in your mind to decide what you want it to be like.

One day, you will be able to curate your experiences fully.

Maybe you won't have a mansion to live in, but an apartment. If you need personal space that is really private, promise yourself now that you'll work toward that goal. (Ditto for a house full of fun roommates, a dorm room all tricked out with a loft, or house with a yard.)

One day, you will be able to curate your friend group, based on people you like, who are supportive and fun. You won't be thrown together with randos who happen to live nearby and were born the same year.

One day, you won't have to sneak around to date. One day, you can make your own choices (including not to date.)

Life is a great adventure. Consider me the wizard walking through the door to inform you that you're special. That there is great peril, but also great rewards ahead. It is dangerous to go alone.

But take my hand. Everything will turn out right in the end.

what a beautiful day to not be in high school

[cinnamoonblue]

It reminds me of you

ONE SHOT - Ryomen Sukuna/Reader (female)

DESCRIPTION: Modern AU - fluff

SUMMARY: You want a Labubu so bad, especially the one which reminds you the most of your boyfriend, and he makes sure you get everything you want.

WARNINGS: english is not my first language, explicit language, pet names (princess, brat, woman), reader described as a female

WORD COUNT: 2,9K

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NOTE: This is my first Sukuna one-shot ever, and I'm so excited. I have been wanting to start writing about him for such a long time now, and recently I finally become a Labubu mami and I love them so much and they have always reminded me so much of him so I had to write this. I hope you have fun reading this short one-shot with Sukuna as your mean, rude and grumpy man to the world, but being the most carrying and sweetest boyfriend to you. I know that for a lot of you this might not be the most correct take/description of modern day Sukuna, but low-key I think that he will be a big softy for his girl. ♡ Enjoy reading ♡

!PLEASE IF SOMEONE KNOW WHO IS THE ARTIST BEHIND THIS FANART OF SUKUNA IS IN THE BANNER LET ME KNOW SO I CAN CREDIT THEM!

It all started when one day you saw a TikTok of some girl unboxing something called Labubu. The moment you saw the fluffy small monster you fell in love with it and wanted one immediately. Sadly, when you checked the website where they sell them everything was sold out.

Since that day, your boyfriend has been hearing about these so called Labubus all the time. Sukuna, being Sukuna of course, doesn’t get the hype behind them and thinks that they are just a waste of money, but you choose to ignore him and his opinion.

Tonight is Friday, surprisingly both of you have it off today from both your university and the part time jobs you have, so you have decided to just stay home and do nothing. Ordering a takeaway from the nearest ramen shop closest to your apartment, you two eat your dinner while doing your own stuffs – you snuggled up in bed watching your favorite series, while Sukuna is playing games with his friends on his computer.

Your boyfriend seems to be losing as you can hear him loud and clearly cussing out his opponents and friends, but you don’t pay much attention to it as you are quite use to this type of behavior from him.

You and Sukuna are very different as people. When you started dating two years ago it came as a surprise to everyone around you. While you are more of a layback, nice and open person, Sukuna is a menace. He is rude, he is mean, he is eighty percent of the time grumpy, and he is probably the biggest cocky asshole a person can be or meet - is what everyone will say if you ask them about your salmon haired boyfriend. What they don’t know is that they are right, but also very wrong. He is all this and even more, the list with his bad sides and qualities is quite long. What they don’t know is that your boyfriend is also the most carrying, loving and sweet boyfriend any girl in this world would dream about, but only you get the chance to call him yours.

To this day you are the only person who he has let to know him on such a deeper level. Even his closes friends, Uraume and Toji, had never seen how sweet and carrying Sukuna could be until they met you, which leaded to a lot of teasing and messing around with him from his friends, but even when it seemed like he couldn’t stand it when they do it, from the inside Sukuna didn’t really care. As long as his girl is happy, he is willing to do the best he can, so you never feel unloved or cared about.

As they night continued you have switched from watching your favorite show to scrolling on TikTok. Tonight is a very important night for you as Labubu is having a big restocking and all you want is to get your hands on two boxes – one for you and one for your boyfriend.

Even though Sukuna doesn’t like or see the hype behind them, they remind you so much of him, and because of it you want to match with your boyfriend and get him one as well.

You know that you can’t keep yourself awake till four in the morning when the release will be so instead you put alarms to wake yourself up. Getting up from the bed before you fall asleep, you go to Sukuna who is still playing and wrap your hands around him.

“I’m going to sleep now.” You say to him as you place kisses all over his face while his eyes are focused on the game he is currently playing. “Are you coming to bed soon?”

Cussing out one more time as his team loses, he takes his headphones down and turns to you. Taking your face in the palms of his hands, he pulls you closer to him as he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss you share is both aggressive and gentle at the same time, but you don’t mind.

“No, princess. All because someone doesn’t know how to play.” He says to the mic attached to the headphones from which you can hear Toji’s voice complaining about Sukuna and his skills.

You laugh when you see your boyfriend’s grumpy face and kiss his lips one more time. “Don’t take too long.” You tell him as you wish him and Toji goodnight.

Your alarm rings at exactly three fifty-eight in the morning, but in your sleepy state you turn it off and roll to the side hoping that you will find your boyfriend next to you but instead you are met with an empty bed. Sitting up in bed you open your eyes and see him still on his computer talking quietly, probably still with Toji, making sure not to wake you up.

Grabbing your phone to see what time it is, the realization hits you. The Labubu drop. It is tonight and it is happening right now. Unlocking your phone and typing the website you breathe out for a second as you see that it is loading so you still have the chance to have your hands on two boxes, after all you are just a minute late after four.

“No, no, no, no.” You scream in despair as the website crashes. This makes your boyfriend immediately turn around and look at you. Seeing you whining and hitting the pillows in the bed with all the power you have in you, he takes his headphones off and gets up from his gaming chair.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Getting in bed and wrapping his arms around you he pulls you closer to his big define with muscles body.

“I failed.” You cry as your turn towards him, burying your head in his naked chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Looking down at you Sukuna raises one brow. What have you failed exactly? You have already passed the last exam you had, so what it could be you failed so badly at four in the morning?

“What are you talking about?” His voice deep as always makes you look up at him.

“The Labubu war. I failed getting us Labubus.” Crying out dramatically, you bury your face again in his chest.

“Woman, are you fucking crazy?” He can’t believe that this whole scene is all about some overpriced kid’s toy. “You can’t be serious. All this at four am, for some ugly ass toy?”

Pulling away from him, you give him an offended look. “How could you call Labubu ugly?” You try to push him away from you, but this is impossible. This man is at least five times your size if anything you made things worse, as he pulls you to lay down with him.

“They are, princess.” His arms tighten around you even more as you gasp when he offended your little obsession again.

“No, Kuna they are not.” You protest once again as you try to escape your boyfriend’s deadly grip. “They are extremely cute, and you have no idea how much I want to get us some.”

“Why you keep saying us?” Easing his grip a bit he looks at you once again with confusion and a bit of irritation written all over his face.

“Because I want to get one for you as well, so we can match.” Propping on one arm on the bed you move your body a bit sideways to Sukuna’s in a way that you can balance it as you start running the fingers of your other hand through his soft salmon pink locks.

“I’m not carrying this ugly ass toy anywhere.” A makeshift of a mocking laughter escapes past his lips as he can’t believe that you want to get him one as well, even when you know that he doesn’t like them.

“You were going to put it in your car as a car charm.” Grabbing a bit of his hair in a fist you pull it playfully, making him hiss a bit from it.

“Oh, so you already decided where I’ll put it.” He playfully rolls his eyes as you nod at him.

“You know, I don’t know if I have mentioned, but they remind me of you so much.” Pushing yourself up with one hand, you cross one leg over his body and now you are sitting on top of him, tracing his tattoos with your fingers.  

“These monster looking things?”

“Yes, Kuna. These monster looking things.” You reply with a smile as you bend your body closer to him, your faces now millimeters apart. “Because they seem evil and mean from the outside, but they are actually super nice, and sweet, and cute.” With every word you say, you place a kiss on his lips. His grumpy face doesn’t change much, but you know him very well and you know that he enjoys what you are doing. “Should I stop?”

Giving you a warning look with his dark crimson eyes, you just laugh at him as you continue to kiss his lips. “I’m not cute.” He murmurs in between your kisses.

“Sure, Sukuna. Sure.” You whisper with a smile.

It has been a week since that night. You have promised yourself that you will get Labubu no matter what next time they drop, but the problem is that it won’t be any time soon. You have found a lot of resellers in your city, but the prices they sell them for are crazy and as much as you want one for you and your boyfriend you won’t spent that much money on it.

Coming home from a long shift from work and a long day from lectures all you want is to take a hot shower and snuggle up in bed. Sukuna is working tonight as well, but you don’t know when he will be home. The nightclub he works at doesn’t close until five in the morning and even if you text him, he won’t be able to response, so all you can do is guess when he might be back.

After taking your hot shower before bed your whole body feels a bit relaxed, but it is still crying for sleep. Instead of putting on pajamas, you go for one of your boyfriend’s T-shirts. The moment you put it on, you hear the front door of your apartment opening.

Walking out of the bedroom you are met with your tired boyfriend’s face. “Hey, Kuna.” You say as you go to him and wrap your arms around him. “Why home so early?”

“It was slow. They can manage without me.” He grunts as he pulls away a bit but still holds you in his arms. “I have something for you, brat.” He tells you, giving you a tired, cocky smile, the one you love so much.

You can’t help but smile. This is the real Sukuna for you, the one only you have the privilege to see - grumpy, but carrying; tired, but still very loving.

Nodding with his head, Sukuna leads you to your living room, and you both sit on the sofa. Taking his black backpack from his bag he tells you to close your eyes, and you do exactly what he tells you to do. You can hear him unzipping the bag and then taking something out of it, pulling it on the table. “Okay, open them now.”

Opening your eyes, you look at the coffee table and see what is on top of it. Gasping loudly, your eyes widen, and you can help but happily stomp with your legs on the floor. Two Labubu boxes. He got you not one, but two Labubu boxes as you wanted. “Sukuna… you… how?”

“I have my ways.” He smirks at you.

The excitement in your voice fills up the room and you can’t help but throw yourself in your boyfriend’s body. “I love you, Kuna. I love you so much.”

Wrapping his arms around your body and rolling his eyes as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, he murmurs. “Yea, yea. Me too, brat.”

Pulling away from him you give him a quick kiss on the lips before you take the boxes in your hand.

“They are not from the two different collections, one of them is the one you wanted the most, so…” Hearing this you are not surprised. He might be grumpy and seems like he doesn’t always pay attention to what you are saying, but Sukuna always listens. Of course, he has heard, and against his will, remembers all the things you have said about this stupid keychain of toys. He knows which collection you want the most, and which color you wanted, but he has managed to find only one box from it, but he hopes you like the other one as well.

“Okay, let’s open the macaron one first.” You excitedly say, as you closed your eyes and started to open the box. “I really want the pink one.”

Sukuna can’t help but smile. You are adorable. Not only now when you are all excited as a little kid about some toy, but in general. He will be lying if he says that he doesn’t love this childish side of yours. He adores it. He adores everything about you.

Finally, opening the box and the small package the Labubu is in it, you open your eyes. “Oh my, Kuna, look how cute it is.” You coo at the grey Lububu in your hands, pulling it closer to you in a hug.

“But it’s not pink.” Sukuna comments as he takes it from your hands to observe it better, still not understanding the hype.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s still super cute.” Reaching for the other box, you take a better look at it, before you open it. It is the ‘Have a Seat’ edition, the other one you wanted the most, because here is the Labubu that reminds you the most of Sukuna and you are praying to be it in the box.

Doing the exact same blind opening as you did with the first box, you take a deep breath before opening your eyes. You not only scream, but also jumped from excitement, which made Sukuna flinch in surprise.

“Calm down, woman. You’ll wake the neighbors up.”

“Baby, oh my, Kuna. Kuna, look!” You excitedly start to jump on one spot on the sofa, your excitement through the roof, because you have got the one you want the most. The salmon pink one, with red eyes with heart shapes in them. Your own Labubu Sukuna. “I got you in Labubu version.”

Turning the Labubu, towards him, Sukuna just rolls his eyes. It looks nothing like him. He is a tall, big, scary for some people man, not a pink furry monster keychain. “It looks nothing like me.” He grunts.

“Yes, it does, Kuna.” You pull him closer for a kiss. “Thank you. You made me so happy tonight.” Placing a kiss on his cheek, you also wrap your arms around him.

“Only tonight?” He slightly tilts his head to take a better look at you.

“A bit more, than usual.” You reply.

Two weeks later you, Sukuna and Toji went out for a few drinks. Sukuna didn’t drink tonight, because he has decided to go out with his car, and right now he is the only sober one, he has to drag you and Toji to where he has parked.

“Come on, get in asshole.” He tells Toji as he tries to get him to sit in the back seat of the car. Once he gets Toji to get in the car, he closes the door and gets to the driver’s seat.

“The fuck is this mouse hanging on the mirror?” Toji laughs from the back of the car as he points towards Sukuna’s grey Labubu hanging on the rear-view mirror.

“This is Labubu.” You turn around to look at Toji as you explain to him what Labubu is and you show him your salmon pink one, placed in a little car basket on the air conditioner on your side.

On your way to Toji’s place he heard everything about Labubu, and the story of how you got them. “It was last week when we went to the mall and bought them their outfits and the car seat.” You happily squeak as you take look at your Labubus. Your Labubu is dressed in a cute pink outfit, and Sukuna’s wears a black robbery mask, with a silver and gold chain around its neck and a gun in one hand.

“We are here. Now get out before you throw up in my car.” Sukuna turns to Toji as he parked in front of his place. He knows that from tomorrow Toji won’t stop making fun of him, all because of this stupid toy.

Before Toji gets out of the car, he pats Sukuna on the shoulder and leans closer to tell him something, which you don’t catch. “Aren’t you a big softy, Kuna?” Without giving Sukuna a chance to response, Toji is out of the car, as he knows how to piss his best friend off the best – call him weak for you and use the nickname only you can call him.

“What did he say?” You ask once you two are alone and Sukuna starts the engine again.

“That Labubu sucks.”

END NOTE: I hope you really liked this short one-shot. Sukuna is one of my most favorite anime men (I have only two most favorite men lol) and this is the first time ever I write something about him, so every criticism about it will be appreciated, as I plan to write a lot more about him in the future. If you liked this feel free to like, comment, reblog or message me ♡ Thank you for reading it ♡♡♡

writing, format, header © cinnamoonblue & dividers by © cinnamoonblue and @bernardsbendystraws, fanart @su2kuna on X/Twitter ©cinnamoonblue, do not copy or plagiarise my work.

[wosospacegirl]

And they were roommates... and so much more - (Final)

Summary: Y/n gets injured and has to stay in recovery for 8 months. It's a good thing her friend and teammate, Kyra, is more than willing to move in with her. wink wink

Warnings: (+18) SMUT: Strap (Y/n giving), oral (receiving), welcome parties, Y/n stepping back onto the pitch after months away, and hard launches — because they’re just roommates, right?

Word count: 7.2k

a/n: Thank you so much to everyone who stuck around. This was my first big fic, and I appreciate every single person who read it and followed the story of these two <3

Masterlist

..

Y/n got better at walking with each passing day.

Her gait still carried the ghost of a limp, small, uneven steps that showed up when she was tired or when the weather turned a little colder. 

But most days now, she walked with confidence. She could carry her own bag again, haul groceries without cursing, and even do some light leg workouts in the gym. 

The brace was gone, and with it, a layer of hesitation.

So when Kyra asked–gently, without pressure–if she wanted to go watch Arsenal’s next home game, Y/n had surprised both of them.

“Yeah,” she said. “Let’s go.”

It wasn’t like she hadn’t missed it. 

The smell of the pitch, the sound of the crowd, the way the stadium lit up when Leah went in for a crunching tackle or Lotte’s passes cut the midfield open like a knife. 

But Y/n had made a promise to herself early on in her recovery: She wouldn’t set foot in a stadium until she could walk properly. If she couldn’t play, she didn’t want to be near the pitch.

But now? Now it was different.

She was allowed to run a little, although her leg still ached sometimes, especially at night. But she was upright. She was strong. And when she walked into the Emirates—hand brushing against Kyra’s, foot steady under her—she felt something shift in her chest.

This time, it didn’t sting to be there.

It felt good. It felt right.

The team spotted her immediately, even from across the pitch. There were waves, grins, and someone, probably Beth, shouted, “Oi, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence!”

Y/n rolled her eyes and flipped her off playfully, but the smile stayed on her face.

She sat in the front row of the family area, alongside the family members of some of the girls. She was wrapped in an Arsenal scarf some fan had tossed at her, and for the first time in months, she didn’t feel like an outsider looking in.

She felt like part of it again. Even if she wasn't playing yet, she still felt like a Gunner.

The media area buzzed before kickoff, reporters and cameras clustered like bees, especially because it was a big game for Arsenal and the first time Y/n appeared in a game since her injury, almost seven months ago.

Y/n had done this a hundred times before, but this time it felt different. She wasn’t here to play—just to support. Still, Arsenal's comms team had asked if she would do a short pre-game interview. Get the fans hyped. Reassure everyone she was doing okay, since she pretty much disappeared for a long period of time.

They joked that Y/n should do a “Proof of life”, which Y/n agreed to.

The journalist smiled as she stepped up, mic ready. “Y/n, it’s been a while! Good to see you back at the stadium.”

Y/n nodded, casual but warm. “Yeah, it’s good to be back. It’s been a long few months.”

“How’s recovery going?”

“It was rough for a while, not gonna lie,” she said, scratching at the back of her neck. “But I’ve had a lot of support from the club, the team, and friends. I’m doing well now. Walking better, even starting some leg work at the gym.”

“That’s great to hear,” the journalist said, then leaned in slightly, tone suddenly more curious. “We’ve also noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with one of your teammates... Kyra Cooney-Cross?”

Y/n blinked once, then twice, eyebrows twitching. “Oh…yeah,” she said, letting out a laugh that came out a little too awkward. “She’s… a great teammate.”

The interviewer smirked like they knew exactly what they were doing. “Just a teammate?”

Y/n shrugged, playing it cool. “We live together. She’s been helping a lot during recovery. That’s all.”

Hours later, after the final whistle had blown and the crowd began to thin, the same journalist stood in front of Kyra.

She had sweat still clinging to her forehead as she stood in front of a different camera crew. Her cheeks were flushed from the game, her energy still buzzing.

“Big win tonight. The midfield looked sharp—you, Little and Walti were everywhere.”

Kyra grinned, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, we’ve been working hard. Felt good.”

“And there’s been some talk lately, your teammate Y/n was here today. Good to see her walking again.”

The smile on Kyra’s face softened immediately, her voice dropping into something tender without missing a beat. 

“Yeah. My girlfriend’s getting better every day. She’s worked so hard. I’m proud of her.”

The interviewer blinked—definitely not expecting that level of clarity, especially after Y/n’s “we’re roommates” deflection earlier.

Kyra had spotted Y/n in the crowd during warmups, scarf bundled around her neck, legs curled up like always earlier that day. Her heart had swelled a bit. Watching her walk into the stadium again had meant more than she could say.

So when the reporter mentioned Y/n, she didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

Kyra didn’t care. Let them blink. Let them tweet it.

She meant every word.

..

That night, back at home, Y/n was curled up on the couch in sweatpants and a hoodie, Footy asleep in her lap. She had the post-match broadcast playing in the background while Kyra moved around the kitchen.

She wasn’t even paying full attention—until she heard her own name.

“Yeah. My girlfriend’s getting better every day.” Kyra said on the TV.

Y/n blinked. Sat up.

“What the hell?” she mumbled, turning the volume up.

Kyra peeked in from the kitchen, holding a bag of popcorn. “What?”

Y/n turned toward her, eyes wide. “You—did you say girlfriend on live TV?”

Kyra set the popcorn down, looking entirely unbothered. “You called me your teammate.”

Y/n spluttered. “I wasn’t lying! I was being subtle. We’re not out-out—we’re still lowkey, remember?”

Kyra put her hands on her hips. “I met your mum last week. We have a cat together. You stole my hoodies, and we sleep in the same bed every night.”

Y/n crossed her arms. “Okay, but you didn’t have to broadcast it.”

Kyra grinned and flopped onto the sofa beside her. “Too late. The world knows now.”

Footy let out a dramatic sigh, which somehow made it worse.

Y/n groaned again and let her head fall back against the couch. “I can’t believe I said teammate. I sounded like such a liar.”

Kyra, perched beside her with one knee tucked under her, just smirked and tilted her head. “Mmm. Do you kiss your teammates, too?”

Y/n opened her mouth, about to respond—then promptly shut it when Kyra leaned in and kissed her neck, slowly, right below her jaw.

Kyra’s voice was teasing, close and smug as ever. “Because if you do, I think we need to have a very serious conversation about that.”

Y/n stiffened for a second, trying so hard not to react, but her ears flushed bright pink.

“You’re so annoying,” she muttered, but her voice wavered.

Kyra kissed her neck again, grinning. “Teammates, huh?”

“Okay, okay,” Y/n muttered, swatting at her weakly but making no move to escape. “Fine. Girlfriend. You’re my girlfriend. Happy now?”

Kyra nuzzled into her neck. “Very.”

Footy meowed loudly from the end of the sofa like he was sick of the PDA.

Y/n huffed a laugh. “Even the cat thinks you’re too smug.”

Kyra just smiled into her skin, arms wrapping around her waist. “Let him judge. I got upgraded from teammate to girlfriend, apparently, I’m winning.”

Y/n chuckled, her fingers brushing through Kyra’s hair, a light shiver running through her at the soft contact. As much as she loved the quiet, hidden moments between them, something about this felt... different.More real. 

She had spent so much time protecting the space they shared, but a part of her wanted to shout it from the rooftops, to stop pretending like it was a secret. She had no problem being open with her feelings, but it had always been easier to keep things between them private, just a few stolen moments. 

Yet now, after Kyra’s comment, Y/n found herself thinking maybe it was time to share a little more.

..

It started with a casual post.

At least, that’s what Y/n claimed as she lounged on the couch, scrolling through her camera roll with one leg draped over Kyra’s lap.

“I’m gonna post a pic of us,” she announced, not looking up from her phone.

Kyra, sitting cross-legged and playing with the string on Y/n’s hoodie, tilted her head. “Okaaay,” she said slowly. “Like… us us? Or ‘look at us, the best of teammates’ us?”

“Us like... us. Normal us,” Y/n mumbled.

“Are you putting a lot of heart emojis?”

“No.”

“Your loss.” Kyra shrugged, smirking.

The picture wasn’t even new.

They’d gone out for lunch after a long morning—Kyra training, Y/n doing rehab and sneaking in extra leg presses when no one was watching. 

The photo had been taken outside a small café. Kyra had her sunglasses perched low on her nose like she was trying to go incognito, despite the fact she kept grinning like a smug little shit.

Y/n took the photo because it was funny: her pretending to roll her eyes, Kyra leaning in way too close, looking like she was about to whisper something stupid in her ear. It was domestic. Cute

“So you’re posting it now?” Kyra asked, eyes still glued to the string, now wrapping it around her fingers.

“Yup,” Y/n said, typing out the caption with a smirk.

She hit share.

Caption: tough training, harder launch😵‍💫 shoutout to the best teammate ever 💪 @kyracooneycross

Sarcastic? Obviously. A little baiting? Sure. She thought she was being subtle.

Kyra did not.

A beat of silence.

Kyra’s fingers moved way too fast. Y/n narrowed her eyes. “What are you—”

Kyra turned her phone around, showing her comment.

Kyra commented: teammates ❤️ great workout last night btw, very productive 🔥

Y/n stared at her phone.

She stared at the comment. Then at Kyra. Then back to the phone. “Kyra.”

Kyra was so pleased with herself. 

“What?” she said, all innocent as she leaned in and kissed Y/n on the cheek. “Just giving credit where credit’s due. You were very focused.”

Y/n groaned. Loudly.

“Girl. You can’t just—now everyone thinks we…” She gestured vaguely, like the chaos of the comments would explain itself.

Kyra shrugged, entirely too smug. “We do.”

“That is not the point!”

Kyra just grinned, walking over and stealing Y/n’s phone. “Relax. I’ll comment on something wholesome next time. Like... ‘great midfield chemistry.’”

Y/n just stared at her deadpan, she didn’t even need to say anything 

Kyra’s smirk only deepened. She leaned in, kissing Y/n on the nose, her voice going soft and affectionate. “Chill.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, but her lips curled upward despite herself. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to be mad,” she said, finally leaning back and sinking into the couch.

Kyra, sensing the perfect opportunity, perched on the arm of the couch. “I can help you relax, you know.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced up from her phone, the corner of her lips twitching in a knowing smirk. 

"You know what would help me relax?"

Kyra’s gaze shifted, eyes flashing with curiosity. "What?" she asked, voice light but with a hint of intrigue.

Y/n didn’t hesitate for a second.

The words came out with an ease that matched the teasing glint in her eyes. “You. On your knees. Now”

Kyra’s breath hitched, her eyebrows rising in surprise. She blinked, then smirked, not expecting that kind of direct response from Y/n. Her playful demeanour flickered for a moment, a silent question in her gaze, but she didn’t back down.

"Well, that’s... a pretty bold request," Kyra said, leaning in slightly, her voice lowered to a sultry hum. She was used to Y/n’s wit, but this was a different game. “What makes you think I’ll just listen?”

Y/n leaned back into the couch, eyes never leaving Kyra’s. 

"Because, Kyra, you know exactly how much I like you... following directions," she teased, letting her words hang in the air, heavy with the unspoken challenge.

Kyra’s lips quivered, a glint of amusement and something more mischievous in her eyes. 

“You think I’m just going to drop everything and do whatever you want? You’re not the boss of me,” she shot back, but there was no denying the heat rising in her expression.

Y/n’s grin grew. "Well, in this moment, maybe I am," she murmured, voice dipping with a touch of teasing dominance. She let her fingers trail slowly down her phone, her gaze shifting back to Kyra.

Kyra hesitated for just a second, her smirk never fading, but her body was already betraying her. She couldn’t help but feel that familiar pull toward Y/n. It wasn’t just the words—it was the way she said them, the way she carried herself, daring Kyra to take control... or let go.

"Fine," Kyra said, voice low, her breath catching slightly. "If that’s what you want."

Y/n didn’t move right away. She watched Kyra with a lazy kind of hunger.

The air between them thickened.

Kyra stood in front of her now, waiting. Her hands rested loosely at her sides, but her posture wasn’t casual. She was poised, like she was waiting for something. 

A cue. A touch. A command.

Y/n tilted her head, her smile slow and deliberate. “You want a reminder?”

Kyra’s breath caught again, but she nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Y/n set her phone aside without looking, the motion fluid and deliberate. Then she leaned forward, just enough for her fingers to graze the hem of Kyra’s shirt.

“Come here,” she said softly.

Kyra stepped closer, and that was all it took. Y/n’s hands slid beneath the fabric, warm palms gliding up her sides. Not rushed. Just enough pressure to make Kyra exhale sharply.

“You act so smug,” Y/n murmured, voice low and teasing as she trailed her fingers upward, “but you love this. Don’t you?”

Kyra didn’t answer—not with words. Her hands found Y/n’s shoulders, then her jaw, her grip gentle but anchoring. Her gaze flicked down to Y/n’s mouth and stayed there, her breath shallow now.

Y/n leaned in, lips brushing Kyra’s neck—not kissing, just close enough to feel the heat of her pulse.

“You love it when I tell you what to do,” she whispered, the words barely audible. “When I make it easy for you to stop thinking.”

“You’re so cocky,” Kyra murmured.

“And you’re stalling,” Y/n replied.

There was a beat of loaded silence.

Then Kyra sank to her knees.

Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just smooth, controlled movement as she knelt between Y/n’s legs and rested her hands on her thighs, looking up with a gaze that was equal parts reverent and defiant.

Y/n’s breath stuttered—just for a second.

Kyra leaned forward, resting her cheek against Y/n’s inner thigh, eyes closed like she was soaking in the heat between them. The reverence in her touch was quiet but unmistakable.

Y/n's hand found Kyra's hair, fingers tangling gently. “Good girl,” she murmured, the words slipping out like a reward.

And that was the last thing either of them said for a while.

Kyra moved with quiet purpose, sliding Y/n’s pants down with careful fingers, never breaking the electric thread between them. Y/n watched her through half-lidded eyes, gaze heavy with hunger—but it was still her in control.

“I want you to take your time,” she said, voice steady, almost calm as her thumb brushed softly across Kyra’s cheek. “Slow. No rushing. Understand?”

Kyra’s eyes flicked up, wide and obedient. She nodded once.

“Good,” Y/n whispered. “Go on.”

She shifted slightly, spreading her legs in invitation, showing her cunt to Kyra. Kyra's lips parted in a small, reverent smile before she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss where Y/n was warm and waiting. Then another, lower. Then one to the inside of her thigh, featherlight and patient.

She wasn’t teasing, just attentive. Present. Devoted.

Y/n let her head fall back with a sigh, her fingers threading deeper into Kyra’s hair. “Just like that,” she breathed, voice already beginning to blur at the edges.

Kyra found the rhythm quickly, steady and unhurried, every motion deliberate. She moved like she had all the time in the world, like nothing else existed except Y/n and the sound of her quiet, growing need.

Y/n tried to stay composed, she always did, but Kyra had a way of unravelling her slowly, with precision. It wasn’t just pleasure—it was surrender, wrapped in control. A power exchange spoken in silence.

And Kyra, still on her knees, didn’t dare speed up.

Not until Y/n told her to.

..

Double dates with Leah and Alessia became a regular thing, with the four of them laughing over dinner or walking through the park with Footy tagging along. 

Double dates were great, but they only lasted for a few hours, because, of course, Leah and Y/n were at each other's throats if they spent too much time together.

It was a perfect Saturday morning–no training, no matches, just a relaxing run with the team. The four of them jogged through the park, Footy bounding ahead, his little legs working overtime to keep up with the humans. 

The sun was shining, and the weather was just cool enough to make the run enjoyable, not a chore.

Kyra and Alessia were chatting easily, running side by side, while Leah and Y/n kept a slightly more competitive pace, naturally drifting apart just enough that their mutual need to one-up each other wasn’t so obvious. 

At first, it was just casual—just a run, no competition.

But then Leah picked up her pace a little. Nothing crazy—just a little faster. And Y/n, of course, felt the challenge flicker to life in her chest.

“You picking up the pace?” Y/n asked casually, doing her best to keep it cool, even though her legs itched to go faster.

Leah shot her a side-eye, keeping her breathing steady. “I’m just running my own race,” she said, her voice smooth, but the little smirk tugging at her lips said otherwise.

Y/n huffed, her competitive streak rising to the surface. “Uh-huh. I see how it is.”

Not wanting to let Leah outpace her without any sort of retaliation, Y/n subtly picked up her speed too, like it was no big deal, as if she wasn’t already trying to prove something. 

She glanced sideways at Leah, her pace matching now.

Kyra and Alessia, who had been casually talking behind them, exchanged a look. Alessia raised an eyebrow, her pace slowing ever so slightly to keep an eye on the two competitors ahead.

Kyra, clearly recognising the signs, sighed dramatically. “Here we go again,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Yep,” Alessia said, voice tinged with amusement. “Every time. It’s a miracle they haven’t collapsed yet.”

Y/n and Leah kept it casual, but it was clear they were both pushing it a little more than necessary. Neither one wanted to be the first to admit they were secretly trying to outdo the other.

Leah shot a quick glance at Y/n, her breath steady. “What’s wrong, Y/n? Are you still in the race?”

“I’m just taking my time,” Y/n shot back, voice tight, but she started lengthening her strides just enough to keep up.

A moment of silence, and then Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. “Leah, stop! You know I can’t run faster than this!”

Leah, far too smug for Y/n’s liking, glanced over.

“Oh, really?” She grinned, pushing her pace a little more. “So it means I’m the winner then.”

“Stop bullying me and my injury,” Y/n snapped, her voice louder than intended.

Kyra and Alessia both cracked up at the same time, as Y/n and Leah’s little competition reached full throttle.

“Y/n, you’re literally sprinting right now,” Kyra called out, clearly entertained. “You’re gonna overwork yourself.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Y/n grumbled, trying to act like she wasn’t out of breath. “It’s just that Leah is being a pain in my ass.”

Leah’s smug smile was starting to look like a challenge. 

“Come on, you know you’ve got this,” she teased, completely ignoring how much faster she was running now.

“Oh my god,” Y/n muttered under her breath. “Leah, I swear, one of these days, you’re gonna—”

“Let’s just call it a tie, yeah?” Alessia shouted, clearly trying to defuse the competition before it turned into something more.

Kyra smirked. “Right, a tie, sure.”

Y/n shot her a look, still panting. “No, seriously. Leah, stop being that person.”

Leah laughed, pulling back a little, clearly satisfied with how much she’d gotten under Y/n’s skin. “Fine, fine. But I’m definitely faster.”

Y/n just glared, out of breath but secretly pleased that she’d pushed herself that hard. “Whatever,” she muttered. “I would win against an injured person, too.”

Kyra grinned, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. “Yeah, you two are definitely a disaster when it comes to casual runs.”

They continued the run, with Footy racing ahead and the group falling into an easier pace, but everyone knew that the next time they ran together, 

Leah and Y/n were going to push each other to the brink again.

..

It had been seven long months since the injury—the day Y/n had collapsed on the pitch, her world turned upside down with the snap of a ligament. 

The road to recovery had been gruelling, filled with endless hours of rehab, frustration, and moments where it seemed like progress would never come. But today was different. 

Today was her final test.

For weeks, she had been working toward this moment, each session with her physiotherapist building on the last. 

Every stretch, every strengthening exercise, had been a step toward getting back to where she belonged. But this... this was the real test. 

Running on the pitch, feeling the familiar burn in her legs, hearing the echo of her footsteps against the turf—it was the moment that would determine if all her hard work had paid off.

Her physiotherapist stood beside her, giving one last quick check. His hand was firm on her knee as he moved it through its range of motion, nodding in approval.

 "Everything looks good. You’re cleared for the test," he said, his voice filled with the calm confidence that had kept her grounded through every tough moment.

Y/n’s heart rate picked up a little, but she forced herself to breathe through the nerves. She was ready. She had to be.

It wasn’t the first time Y/n had run since her injury—she’d been clocking laps on the treadmill and across the firm, rubberised track in the gym for weeks. 

But the pitch was different. 

The turf gave underfoot, the grass fibres bending before springing back, and every stride demanded a little more from her leg and knee. Today’s test wasn’t about speed or endurance—it was one simple question: Could she run on grass without pain?

If she could complete three full laps around the pitch, then she’d prove she was match-ready. No lingering twinges during the run, no ache settling in afterwards. Only then would the physiotherapist sign off, and Renée would slot her back into the lineup.

Y/n stood at the edge of the pitch, heart thumping as she eyed the first yard line. Kyra hovered beside her—equal parts excited and nervous—while Leah leaned casually against the railing, offering a steadying nod.

“Whenever you’re ready,” her physiotherapist said, voice calm but expectant.

“I think I’m ready,” Y/n said, her voice steady but laced with the smallest bit of nervousness.

"Go, Y/n," Kyra called out, her voice breaking through the tension in the air. "You’ve got this!"

Y/n inhaled deeply, planting her feet on the grass. It felt real in a way the gym or the park never did—alive and shifting beneath her. She flexed her toes, centred herself, then launched forward.

The first stride was tentative. A bit shaky, but as her body remembered the rhythm, she found herself gaining momentum. 

Her legs moved fluidly, muscles working in harmony as she surged forward.

And then she did, she was running--just like she did before the injury.

The wind rushed past her, and the sound of her footsteps pounding on the turf was like music in her ears. The familiar burn in her lungs, the familiar stretch of her muscles—it felt so right. 

Y/n grinned, her heart racing with the exhilaration of running again. The pitch, the one she had once taken for granted, felt like a second home.

From the sidelines, Kyra was cheering, her hands cupped around her mouth. “That’s my girl!” she shouted, her voice full of pride.

Leah’s smile softened as she watched, her eyes filled with quiet admiration. “Look at you,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Knew you’d get here.”

Y/n pushed herself harder, her body still shaking off the remnants of weakness, but every stride felt like victory. 

She could feel it in her bones, that sense of triumph, that this was what she had been fighting for. 

She finished her lap, her breath coming in heavy but steady gasps, a wide smile plastered on her face. She had done it. She was back.

The moment she stopped, Kyra rushed over, wrapping her arms around Y/n in an enthusiastic hug. “I knew you could do it!” she said, her voice breathless from all the cheering.

Y/n laughed, feeling lighter than she had in months. “It felt good.”

Leah approached, too, clapping her on the back with a grin. “Welcome back, Y/n. I knew you wouldn’t let this beat you.”

Y/n stood there, surrounded by the people who had never stopped believing in her, a sense of pride swelling in her chest. It had been a long, hard road, but she was back. And with each step forward, she would only keep getting stronger.

Later that evening, after they’d all celebrated Y/n’s milestone with dinner and a few laughs, Kyra couldn’t resist. 

She snapped a photo of Y/n standing on the pitch, beaming like she’d just conquered the world. 

Y/n was still catching her breath, the rush of running still fresh on her face, but Kyra caught her in that perfect moment—triumphant, joyful, and finally feeling free again.

She didn’t think twice before posting it on her Instagram.

Caption: Pretty view today.

..

Y/n stood by the door, already dressed in her Arsenal tracksuit, boots slung over her shoulder, bag packed and zipped. She adjusted the strap absently, checking her phone for the time. They weren’t late, not even close. But Kyra was pacing.

“Okay, wait—did you pack your tape?” Kyra asked, hovering beside her, holding a water bottle and looking more nervous than Y/n herself.

“Yes,” Y/n sighed, amused.

“Your shin guards?”

“Yes, Kyra.”

“Boots?”

Y/n raised both eyebrows and turned slightly to show them dangling right there on her shoulder. “Yes, babe. They’re right here. Where they always go.”

Kyra gave a tiny nod like she was making mental checkmarks. “Snacks?”

Y/n narrowed her eyes, lips twitching. “I am not five.”

Kyra wasn’t fazed. “A protein bar is literally essential. What if you get hungry before warm-up?”

Y/n groaned. “Kyra. Please. It’s not my first game ever. I know how to pack a damn bag. I’ve done this before, remember?”

Kyra crossed her arms, frowning playfully. "It’s your first game back. That’s different."

"Yeah, but it’s not like I forgot how to play football during my injury," Y/n teased, reaching to gently tug on Kyra’s sleeve. "You’re acting like I’m about to leave for my first day of school."

“You kind of are,” Kyra mumbled, eyes softening. “Just let me be annoying. I’ve been waiting eight months to see you walk onto that pitch again.”

Y/n’s teasing melted at that, her smirk turning into something quieter. 

She stepped in close, pressing a quick kiss to Kyra’s cheek. “Fine. But if you try to put a snack in my bag while I’m not looking, I will throw it at you from the bench.”

“No promises,” Kyra said with a grin, finally opening the door for her. “Let��s go make a stadium cry.”

The Emirates locker room smelled like fresh eucalyptus and nerves. 

The usual pre-match buzz was already starting to hum in the air—music playing, boots thudding, teammates chatting and tying their laces—but when Y/n stepped in, everything paused.

“She’s back!” Alessia was the first to yell, arms thrown in the air.

Y/n blinked. “What—”

Then the rest of the girls chimed in, clapping and cheering as if she’d just scored a hat-trick instead of, you know, arriving five minutes early for warm-up. 

In the middle of it all sat a tiny cake on the bench, badly decorated with red and white icing. It said:

 “Welcome Back, Hop-Along 💪⚽️”

Leah’s handwriting, for sure.

“Oh my god,” Y/n mumbled, face already heating up.

Vic and Laia were smiling. 

Leah threw an arm around Y/n’s shoulder like a proud older sister. “Knew she’d get all weird about it, I told you guys.”

“I’m not—shut up, Leah.” Y/n squirmed, but she was already smiling, a little red in the cheeks. “Thanks, guys. I mean it. This is… dumb. But nice. Really nice.”

Alessia gave her a dramatic hug, squeezing way too hard. Beth was the second in line for the hug. Lotte was already taking a photo of the cake like it was going to go in the team group chat. 

Slowly, everyone drifted back into their normal pre-match routine.

Y/n just stood there for a second, cake in hand, still a little pink.

Then there was Kyra, slipping behind her, pressing a hand to her lower back and murmuring, “See? Everyone missed you.”

Y/n didn’t say anything at first. She just turned and buried her face in the crook of Kyra’s neck, arms curling awkwardly around her even with the cake still in her grip.

Kyra held her, warm and steady, chin resting on Y/n’s hair. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n mumbled into her shoulder. “Just… It’s a lot. But good.”

Kyra smiled at her. “You gonna cry?”

Y/n pulled back just enough to glare at her. “No.”

“You sure?”

Y/n shoved her lightly. “You’re so annoying.”

Kyra just grinned, grabbing the little cake from her hand. “Yeah, but now I get the first bite.”

..

There were fifteen minutes left on the clock. Arsenal was up 3-1. The crowd was buzzing, the sun was low and golden, and the win was just within reach.

Renée turned toward the bench and called her name. “Y/n. Warm up.”

Y/n blinked. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Renee was already nodding, like it was obvious. “You deserve this. Go on.”

She grabbed her bib and jogged down the sideline, heart hammering against her ribs like she was about to start her debut all over again.

Lotte was closest to her. She gave her a solid pat on the back. “Go show them.”

Laia flashed a grin. “Don’t fall.”

Rosa leaned in and whispered, “You’re gonna be great.”

It wasn’t flashy or dramatic. Just quiet belief. Just her teammates making her feel like this was normal. Like she belonged out there again.

When the fourth official held up the board, the stadium noise shifted. A ripple. A lift.

#14

She stepped to the touchline. Renée pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, firm and calm. “Just enjoy it, okay?”

She nodded, barely breathing, and then the sub was made.

As she jogged onto the pitch, she caught Leah’s eyes across the backline—Leah gave her a knowing smile, a little proud tilt of her head. 

Katie clapped her on the shoulder. Caitlin grinned at her like she’d just made her day. And further up the field, Kyra—

Kyra was practically bouncing in place, both thumbs up, grinning like an idiot. She mouthed something that looked suspiciously like “hot girl return.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the way her lips twitched.

The crowd started to clap–first a few, then a wave of applause, rippling through the lower stands. She didn’t know where to look. Her face burned. Her lungs squeezed.

But her legs felt good.

Her lungs worked.

She was back.

She ran her first sprint. She tracked a pass. Nothing spectacular, just solid, simple movement.

The ball came, she trapped it, and passed it cleanly.

The stadium roared again. Not because it was special, but because it was her. Because she was doing it.

Back on the pitch.

And as the final whistle blew, she couldn’t stop smiling.

Arms were thrown around shoulders. 

Shirts tugged. High fives slapped. 

The girls poured onto the pitch, and suddenly Y/n was surrounded–Leah wrapping her in a bear hug, Katie hugging her from behind, Kim right by her side, Alessia pulling her in and squealing like they’d just won a trophy.

“You did it!” Lotte yelled over the noise, gripping both her shoulders.

“I didn’t fall,” Y/n said, breathless and a little dazed, “so that’s something.”

Vic shoved a bottle of water into her hands. Walti beamed at her. Everyone touched her shoulders, arms, and back–– like grounding her in the moment, like making sure she felt it.

And she did. She really did.

But then, once the wave passed and her teammates drifted back toward the tunnel, she turned—and Kyra was still there, waiting.

Arms crossed, one brow raised, pretending to be aloof. Like she hadn’t been watching the entire thing, heart thudding like it was her comeback game.

Y/n took a step toward her. Kyra didn’t move.

“Took you long enough,” Kyra said, voice soft but teasing. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, already stepping into her. “You were literally waiting. You let everyone else go first.”

“Yeah, well,” Kyra’s arms uncrossed as she pulled her in, wrapping her up tight, “I wanted a good hug.”

Y/n exhaled against her shoulder, the last little bit of tension melting.

Kyra smiled, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “See? Told you your bone was steady.”

Y/n groaned. “That’s not even–”

“Shh. Moment of victory. Let me be romantic.”

..

Once they got to their house, Kyra was all over her.

Kyra stepped closer, brushing a hand through Y/n’s hair and then tracing her jaw gently.  “You were perfect.”

Y/n felt her breath hitch at the compliment, but before she could respond, Kyra leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips. 

The kiss was slow, sweet, and lingering, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Kyra pulled back just enough to study Y/n’s face.

“You’re really feeling it, huh?” she asked, her lips curling into a smirk.

Y/n chuckled, feeling her pulse quicken. “Yeah, I’m feeling it. But, there’s something else I’ve been thinking about, too.”

“Oh?” Kyra’s eyes darkened with interest. “What’s that?”

Y/n met her gaze, the playful edge to her voice making it clear she wasn’t done teasing.

 “Well, now that I’m fully healed, I was thinking… I would really like to use a strap tonight.”

Kyra’s breath caught, and her smirk deepened. “Is that so?” she said, her voice dropping lower, more seductive. “You’ve been thinking about it, huh?”

Y/n nodded, her eyes flashing with desire. “I have. And I want to show you how well I’ve healed.” Her voice was thick with anticipation, the words trailing off as she stepped closer to Kyra.

Kyra swallowed, trying to keep her composure, but Y/n could see the way her pulse quickened. 

“You know what, babe?” Kyra said, pulling her in by the waist. “You’ve been so damn good to me. I think it’s time you get what you deserve.”

Without another word, Kyra led her toward the bedroom, their steps slow but urgent. Y/n could feel the heat between them, the tension and chemistry they had both been craving for so long. 

Tonight was about release, about letting go of everything that had built up over the past few months.

When they reached the bed, Kyra turned to face Y/n, her hands finding the hem of her shirt, lifting it off slowly, teasing, knowing just how much it would make Y/n ache with anticipation.

“Ready?” Kyra asked, her voice low and seductive, the smirk never leaving her face.

Y/n looked her dead in the eyes, the fire between them undeniable. “Ready.”

Y/n sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers tracing the strap that lay beside her, feeling the weight of the moment. 

The air between them was thick with anticipation, every inch of her skin tingling with the need to finally feel in control. She had spent so much time relying on others—on Kyra, on her recovery—but now? Now it was her turn.

Kyra stood before her, eyes dark and steady as she watched Y/n. The playful smirk was gone, replaced with a raw, vulnerable desire that matched Y/n’s own.

“You know what I want,” Y/n said, her voice husky with need, her hands gently running over the strap. It felt solid beneath her fingers, and for the first time, she didn’t hesitate.

Kyra nodded, swallowing hard. “I do,” she murmured, her voice thick with a mixture of excitement and trust.

Y/n met her eyes, her fingers wrapping around the strap as she slid it into place. There was no rush. Not tonight. 

She had waited, healed, and now it was time to claim what was hers. Her body felt powerful, stronger than it had in months. 

She wanted Kyra to feel the same way, to know just how much she was wanted, loved, and desired.

Kyra took a step back, clearly trying to maintain her composure, but Y/n could see the way her breath caught as she adjusted herself, the tension in her body making her even more tempting.

With deliberate slowness, Y/n moved, crawling forward on the bed. She could feel Kyra’s gaze following her every move, the intensity between them building with each second. 

When she finally reached Kyra, their faces inches apart, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Kyra’s in a slow, teasing kiss.

“You’re mine,” Y/n whispered softly, her breath hot against Kyra’s skin.

Kyra moaned quietly, the sound a mix of surrender and hunger. “Take me,” she whispered back, her voice laced with desire.

Without another word, Y/n guided Kyra down onto the bed, settling between her legs. She moved slowly, her hands gliding down Kyra’s sides, touching and exploring, making sure every inch of her was claimed, her finger worked slowly on Kyra’s cunt, making sure she was ready.

The tension between them was electric, their bodies perfectly in sync as Y/n slowly positioned herself, the strap a steady reminder of the power she held right now.

Kyra gasped as Y/n slowly pushed forward, feeling her pussy. It wasn’t just the physical act--it was the connection. The way their bodies intertwined, the way their trust deepened with every inch, every movement.

Y/n’s hands gripped Kyra’s thighs, her pace slow but deliberate at first, giving shallow thrust into Kyra’s cunt.

“You’re incredible,” Y/n whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she watched Kyra’s face, her eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open in pleasure. “You feel so good around me, baby.”

Kyra’s hands slid up Y/n’s back, nails lightly digging into her skin as she urged her on. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice breaking with need. “More, please?

Y/n grinned, her pace quickening just slightly, bringing them both to the edge of something deeper, something more. 

The more she trusted the more the strap would rub against her clit, creating the perfect friction.

She could feel the way Kyra’s body responded to her touch, the way every movement between them felt like a dance they’d been rehearsing for months.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies, the rush of desire, and the soft whispers of their shared passion. 

Y/n held on tight, guiding Kyra through every sensation, every push, every moment of control and surrender. Her hips were fast against Kyra now, she leant over to kiss her as she saw the girl was close.

With a few more trust, Kyra came undone, cuming while Y/n kissed her desperately. In less than a minute, Y/n also found her released.

They collapsed into each other’s arms, breathless, content, and more connected than ever before.

Y/n smiled softly, brushing a hand through Kyra’s hair. “You’re perfect,” she whispered.

Kyra, still catching her breath, smiled back, eyes glinting with affection and love. “So are you,” she said, her voice a little raspy, confused.

As the two of them lay there, the air still thick with the aftermath of their passion, Y/n raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. 

She tilted her head, eyeing the strap still between them. “Hmm, wait a second,” she said. “I didn’t ask—have you... used this before?”

Kyra, still catching her breath, let out a small, exasperated laugh. “I mean, of course I’ve used it,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m not a nun, Y/n.”

Y/n smirked, her hands tracing circles on Kyra’s chest.

“Just checking.” She trailed off, her gaze lingering on Kyra’s flushed face, the teasing glint never leaving her eyes.

Kyra sighed, shaking her head with a grin. “Yes, okay, I’ve used it. But just receiving. Don’t act like you’re the only one with experience here.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m just getting started.” She leaned in, lips brushing Kyra’s ear. “If you want to use it, I’m more than happy to oblige, baby.”

Kyra’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Of course you are,” she teased, rolling her eyes playfully. “Sex maniac.”

Y/n laughed, lifting her head and staring down at Kyra with a smirk. “You’re the one who promised all the sex in the world, remember?” She grinned as she watched Kyra’s face flush even deeper. 

“How many times are you going to bring that up?” Kyra chuckled, rolling her eyes as her hands found Y/n’s hips as she pulled her back down. 

“As many times as it takes until you really know I mean it.” Y/n teased.

Y/n smirked, “Well, in that case... we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Hours later, as Kyra drifted off beside her, tangled in sheets and soft breaths, Y/n lay awake for just a moment longer. 

Her body still ached from the day, not the injury, not anymore. Just the ache of use, of effort, of something real. 

She was back. Not just on the pitch. In her life. In her skin. And finally, she was ready to move forward. 

Fully, fearlessly, with Kyra by her side.

..

a/n: 8 months of recovery, 86k words of pining, 1 hard launch. Lots of sex. Worth it. Roommates? Nah. Wifed up

[sevgilimsatoru]

Error: 410 (Self Aware!AU Caleb Edition) Part 15

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Summary: A self aware!AU with Caleb and NonMC! reader.

Tags: Caleb x reader, Caleb x NonMC! reader, Caleb x fem!reader, fluff, Stressedout!reader, Hypersexual!reader.

Word count: 1k

Inspired by: @ittybittyfanblog

"Your words, eyes, and hands only belong to me My dreams, smiles, and daydreams are solely for you As I couldn't find you, I am getting lost in the sky now I find myself dancing with your own hands"

You have a new message from Caleb!

We'll only say hello from now on, there won't be any goodbyes

You woke up to the embrace of warm sheets surrounding you. You didn’t want to get up, not really. Not when the bed was so warm. You lay under the covers lazily for a while until you heard your name being called.

You sat up with a groan, stretching your arms. Picking up the cup of coffee placed on the bedside table. You woke up just in time; it was still warm. You stood up, taking a few sips of the warm drink. That felt so much better. Coffee always made waking up a little bit better.

Walking outside of the room, you saw Caleb already standing in the kitchen. He was making breakfast, leaning against the kitchen counter, the morning paper held in his hands.

“Morning, sunshine. It’s 8:45 in the morning. That’s a new record for you on the weekends, isn’t it?” He asked, a smile on his face. You just rolled your eyes in response, walking over to the kitchen, sipping on your morning coffee.

“That’s rich coming from someone who wakes up at 1:30 in the afternoon.” You said, walking up to him and resting your head on his arm, letting him press soft kisses on your forehead.

“Not really since that was a one-time thing, and you never wake up before 10 on the weekends, 9:30 if I’m being generous.” Caleb said, watching you put your empty coffee cup in the sink.

“Mhm… Good morning to you too.” You said, walking over to the bathroom. He could be so annoying sometimes. You picked up your toothbrush. The sound of plates clicking from the kitchen echoed through the apartment.

When you walked out of the bathroom, the breakfast was already set on the small coffee table in infront of your couch. You sat down in infront of him, muttering a small thanks as you picked up your plate, glancing at the newspaper that he had placed beside your usual seat.

“What’s your schedule this month?” You muttered, focusing on your breakfast. His cooking was always so good. Fluffy and soft pancakes that are not too sweet. Just how you liked them.

Caleb was a good cook, a great cook, in fact, but sometimes the things he’d give you would almost make you question his sanity and taste buds.

“You know, the usual.” Caleb said in reply, his brown eyes looking at you. Both of you could get so caught up in work that sometimes you couldn’t find time to spend with each other. “You want me to take a few days off?”

“No, it’s fine… Besides, my schedule is full. I have a few cases lined up, so it wouldn’t really be a wise decision to take days off when I’m still going to be working.” You said, chewing on the pancakes in your mouth, leaning forward to take a blueberry off of his plate with your fork. “Unless you want to spend it on yourself.”

Caleb shook his head, his warm brown eyes finding yours. “Was that something you did in your past relationships?”

“Not really. I mean, my dad used to. He is really fond of traveling, and my mom isn’t. So, he’d usually plan trips with his friends, and sometimes they’d fight about it, but in the end, he would get his way and go whenever he and his friends decided they wanted to visit.”

“And how did that feel? Didn’t you want to travel around with your dad, or did you prefer staying at home like your mom?”

“It was fine, I guess. Sometimes I wanted to go, but I knew he wouldn’t take me with him, so I just never said anything. And the house was always slightly calm compared to the usual whenever he would be away... That honestly sounds so horrible to say.” You said with a small chuckle. You didn’t even know why you told him that.

“Hmm... well, would you prefer traveling with me?”

“Yeah, I’d like it a lot…but in the future—just not now.”

Hours later, you and Caleb were lying on the couch together. His head lay on your stomach, his fingers tapping your thigh as your fingers ran through his hair.

Honestly, you both preferred this over usual dates. Of course, dates were always amazing, but sometimes you just want to stay in bed and relax and binge-watch some TV, which was perfectly fine.

Caleb’s hair was really soft. That thought had crossed your mind multiple times since you had started watching this Netflix series with him, The Crown.

You glanced down at him, and he looked completely focused on the series. “You know, I don’t really get it.” You said, shrugging as you shifted your gaze to watch the episode playing on the screen.

“Get what?”

“I don’t know why you watch all this. I mean, there is no monarchy in your world, and it’s just a bunch of people’s lives being played up for drama. Why is this interesting to you?”

“Should I ask you the same question when you’ll eventually sit down and watch those crime documentaries?”

“That’s different.”

“It really isn’t. Besides, it’s something new, isn’t that a good enough reason?”

“I guess…”

Slowly, you and Caleb had built a home with each other. Saved up money together and bought an apartment together. Though it was more about the feeling of being safe and being together that made this apartment a home for you two.

Even though everything was like a fairy tale most of the time, every relationship has its own flaws.

It was nothing you both couldn’t handle together.

But it did worry you, especially his nightmares.

He had been getting them almost every night.

You groaned, pulling the sheets over yourself, your hand reaching out to touch Caleb, but your hands found cold sheets instead. He wasn’t here. You yawned, sitting up on the bed. One of your eyes closed, trying to cling to the comfort of sleep.

Caleb was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, one of his hands resting on your ankle. He didn’t even turn to look at you. “Go back to sleep, honey.” He said, his voice sent shivers down your spine. It sounded... scared.

You rubbed your eyes, disregarding his words and crawling up to him. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek against his back. “You should’ve woken me up. I don’t mind…”

“I know… I was just—I didn’t want to worry you.” He said, with a sigh, his hands reaching up to hold yours. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses on your fingertips.

“You want to go back to sleep… or we could go to the kitchen and eat something. Maybe watch a small movie if you want?” You said, your free hand rubbing the side of his arm gently.

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?” Caleb asked, intertwining your fingers, squeezing your hand gently.

“I can take a day off; it won’t kill anyone… hopefully.” You asked with a smile, yet Caleb didn’t reply, just letting out a hum in response. “It was a joke…”

“A really bad one.” Caleb replied, letting go of your hand. His hand found your ankle, pulling you closer against his back. His hands held your thighs, picking you up in a piggyback style. Your hands are wrapping around his neck.

“I found it funny.”

“Of course you would.” He replied. Walking out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. He gently sat you down on the kitchen counter before letting go. “What do you want to eat?”

“There is chocolate ice cream in the freezer.” You replied, picking up two spoons, watching Caleb open the freezer and take out a tub of chocolate ice cream. He handed it to you, taking one of the spoons from your hands as you opened the tub of ice cream.

You scooped up the ice cream, putting it in your mouth—it was rich and sweet but so, so cold. Making your face curl up. Caleb chuckled, looking at you as he put a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. “Too cold?” He asked, smiling when he saw you nod.

He stared at you for a minute, letting out a sigh. He couldn’t stop having nightmares. It terrified him because every time he slept, all he could dream about was you dying. Something happened to you when he wasn’t here, when he wasn’t holding you close.

You could take care of yourself, he knew. And if that wasn’t enough, he can teach you how to.

A nudge broke him out of his thoughts, looking at you to see a spoonful of ice cream in your hands, near his mouth, your other hand hovering under the spoon to make sure nothing would spill.

Caleb smiled, leaning forward and taking the spoon in his mouth, letting himself savor the taste of the dessert.

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

He was happy like this.

With you.

It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine and he’ll be fine.

Because at the end of the day;

you were together.

A/N: Wow, this is the last chapter of the series. I don't have a lot to say right now but there will be a (probably) long author's note about this series posted in a few days. Please leave any comments you might have about this series in the comments and I'm gonna answer it to the best of my abilities in the Author's note.

There is gonna be a spin off series. I'll talk to you all properly in that post, answer any questions you might have so stay tuned. Have a nice day!

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[serveandchoke]

Everything has changed

Jannik Sinner x Reader

Synopsis: You're the girl next door, foreign, and out of place. But you meet the red-headed boy from the house next to yours and changes your life.

a/n: 2/3 fics :p im so soo sorry for making u guys wait, tourney has been unforgiving and it's hard balancing activities hahaaa but yeah after my tournament i got to go to madrid and see matches happen in real time so yeah.. but i kinda wished jannik was playing, i miss him. BUTTT we get to see him again in a few weeks and i cannot wait for that. alright enough oversharing hope u enjoy this fic!!!🤍🤍

It all started when you moved to Italy. You were just a kid, barely twelve, when your family decided to make the move from your home country to Jannik’s small hometown of San Candido. At the time, it felt like an impossible adjustment, a different world filled with strange customs, a new language, and people who all seemed so far ahead in their lives. But there was one constant that kept you grounded: Jannik Sinner.

He was thirteen, just a year older than you, but he made everything feel easier. He was quiet, a little reserved, yet incredibly kind. His smile was rare but always genuine, and it seemed like he always knew how to make you feel at ease, even in the most foreign of settings. He spoke in his thick Italian accent, which at first was hard for you to understand, but soon enough, you’d learned his words as if they were your own.

The two of you were inseparable. Every afternoon, after school, you'd both ride your bikes through the winding streets, exploring the beautiful town together, laughing over things that seemed silly to everyone else. It wasn’t long before you realized you had developed an undeniable bond with Jannik. The friendship blossomed naturally, and you never thought twice about it, he was just the boy you grew up with. The boy who always made you feel like you belonged.

By the time you were sixteen, something in Jannik changed. You could feel it before he even said it, before you even understood it fully. You’d noticed the subtle shifts in the way he looked at you, the way his hand would brush yours when you walked side by side, the way his smile became a little warmer every time he saw you. The small things that shouldn’t have meant anything, yet they did. But you were too caught up in your own world, high school, your family, your plans, to pay much attention to it.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking,” Jannik said one evening, the two of you sitting on a grassy hill overlooking the town. He was staring at the sunset, but you could see the tension in his jaw, his lips pressed together like he had something heavy on his mind.

“About what?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, trying to read him. You could tell something was different in the way he spoke. It wasn’t the usual carefree Jannik who would joke around and tease you.

“I’ve been thinking about tennis,” he said, his voice low, almost hesitant, like he wasn’t sure whether he should say it or not. “About how... I might want to take it seriously, go pro. You know, travel the world and all that.”

It wasn’t a surprise. He was already exceptional at tennis, the best player in town by far. You’d always known he had potential, but the weight of it hit you when he spoke those words aloud. He had always been so grounded, so humble about his talent, and now, you could see the pressure in his eyes.

"That’s... that’s really amazing, Jannik, you should go for it. I mean, whatever you feel like what works for you, you know?" you said, trying to sound as supportive as you could. But deep down, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. The thought of him leaving, leaving everything behind, was too much to process.

His eyes flicked to you, reading your expression, shaking his head. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to leave here, though,” he said quietly, as though he were confessing something. “I don’t want to leave you.”

The way he said that made your heart race. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you just nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. The moment stretched on, both of you sitting there in the silence, but the air was different now, charged with something unspoken. Something you didn’t know how to name, and neither did he.

But the day came, and Jannik left for the big leagues. It wasn’t a grand goodbye, just a quiet one. You clung to him, as if it was the last because this was the last you'd be having this. Having him. "I'll miss you." You'd say, swallowing the tears back. "I'll miss you even more," He'd press a kiss to your temple, and you'd pretend it meant something to him. Because it did to you, and maybe, it meant something to him too.

You watched him go, as he stepped onto the plane to begin his journey. And you stayed behind, your world still in San Candido, your heart feeling the loss more than you ever expected.

Years passed. You focused on your studies, diving into your work, pushing through medical school. You had dreams of becoming a doctor, helping athletes, but every now and then, Jannik’s face would flash in your mind. It wasn’t often, but it was enough for you to realize that part of you still held onto him, even from afar. You followed his career, of course. Everyone did. He became one of the best players in the world, and with every victory, you felt a mixture of pride and ache. He had become everything you had always known he could be. And as much as you tried to ignore it, you couldn’t deny that you missed him.

By the time you were twenty-four, you had finished your medical degree and started working as a sports doctor, focusing on athletes. The job was demanding, but it was everything you had ever wanted. And yet, no matter how busy you were, the thought of Jannik lingered at the edges of your thoughts. You had moved on, in a sense, built your life around your goals and your work. But Jannik’s absence, the loss of that connection, still weighed on you.

Then, one day, it happened.

You were working at the clinic, reviewing a new athlete’s file when you heard the familiar voice. At first, you thought you were imagining it. But when you looked up, there he was. Jannik Sinner, standing in the doorway of your office, wearing that familiar smile that sent a warm rush of nostalgia through your veins.

It took a moment for your brain to process it all. He had grown taller, his body more defined, his face sharper. But his eyes, those deep blue eyes, were still the same. They were the same eyes that had watched you grow up, the same eyes that held secrets in them when you were younger, when you were both too scared to admit what you had.

“Jannik?” You blinked, unsure if you were dreaming.

He chuckled, a low, familiar sound. “It’s really you. I wasn’t sure if you’d be here.”

The warmth in his voice made your heart flutter. You hadn’t realized how much you had missed it, missed him, until now. “What are you doing here?” you asked, standing up from behind your desk, suddenly feeling self-conscious in front of him.

“I’m here for a check-up,” he said with a shrug, as though it was no big deal. “You’re working as a doctor for athletes now, no?”

You nodded, trying to steady your breath. “Yeah, I’m actually the team doctor for some of the tennis players now.” You gestured to the seat across from you. “You can take a seat.”

Jannik did, sitting casually across from you, his posture relaxed as always. But even now, you noticed the subtle tension in his jaw, the way his eyes searched your face, like he was trying to figure something out. Something important.

“How’s everything?” you asked, trying to sound casual, but you couldn’t help the flutter in your chest. He was here. After all these years, he was here.

He smiled, and for a second, you swore you saw a flicker of something more than just friendship in his eyes. “It’s good. You look good, too. You’ve really grown up.”

You laughed softly, nervously. “Well, I did go to med school, so... there’s that.”

The conversation shifted easily from there, but beneath the surface, something had changed. You both had changed. Jannik, the young boy who had once been your best friend, had become a man. A man you couldn’t deny you still had feelings for. And as you talked about everything that had happened since you last saw each other, you realized something. Something that had been building for years. This wasn’t just a reunion. This was fate pulling you back together, as if it was always meant to be.

As Jannik stood to leave, he turned to you with a look that was both familiar and new. “It was good seeing you again,” he said, his smile lingering a little longer than necessary. “Maybe... we can catch up more? Off the clock?”

Your heart raced as you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. But you didn’t need to. His smile said everything.

And just like that, everything had changed.

[koiifiishy]

While walking near Cliff and Starfish Street, a cute building catches your eye. While Sam's place has undoubtedly been around for as long as you can remember and has always been regarded as one of the best cafes in town, you've heard about the place you now stood in front of. An up and coming themed cafe called Whisker Wonderland. Whether or not the cutesy aesthetic appealed to you, you had to concede that the owner really knew how to stay on brand.

You curiously looked through the glass doors to see that it was actually quite busy inside! Not only that, but you saw a Help Wanted poster. Deciding that it was worth a quick peek, you entered the establishment.

Bells chimed overhead as you entered and a chorus of voices welcomed you "Home". A little stunned by the reception, you hardly had time to process one of the wait staff had already bounced their way towards you. A little cat boy in a pink lolita style maid dress beamed at you expectantly.

"Hellooo~ Welcome to Whisker Wonderland, Meowster!" Again, you blinked in mild shock. This hadn't been what you were expecting, to say the least. "There's a wait on tables inside, but if you'd like we can seat you outside! Will Meowster be joining us all alone today?" He pulled what you suspected was supposed to be a cute pose, his hands curled like cat paws beside his face.

You explained that you had just been passing by and saw that they were hiring. The maid nodded and clasped his hands together.

"Oooh, why didn't you just say sooo~ nyeah, I can grab you an application! Are you good with cats? This is a maid slash cat cafe, so you gotta be good with people and cats!" However you felt about this turn of events, you figured it wouldn't hurt to at least see what the pay was...

a (noncanonical) cat cafe has opened up! while i'm making this for my own enjoyment and fun, anyone if welcome to partake in it ^^ if the idea appeals to you, please feel free to read on! if you have your own ideas for a similar cafe, please don't let mine stop you from having fun and making your own. you're free to ask questions, give your pc a job here, etc!

the cafe's appearance isn't 1 for 1 with the sims example, but i wanted to try and at least get a visual idea together for it! the sims has spacing constraints (didnt wana use free move, i do know about it) so its a liiittle cramped in the images, but i imagine theres enough room in the actual cafe for the staff to move around easily!

not pictured is the cats' room, where the actual cats stay. meowsters and mewstresses can book half an hour to an hour in a private cat visitation room should they want one on one time with a specific cat for adoption purposes. theres one or two well behaved cats that usually free roam in the cafe for a brief time each day.

the schedule for the cats is pretty routine and set. theres a bulletin board with the information listed in the cafe for anyone to look at! theres also a chalkboard outside of the cat visitation room that lists out any booked times!

This of course wouldn't be DOL if there wasn't some amount of trouble the pc could get into while working...

maids/butlers take care of the human visitors as well as the cafe cats. this means that theres a chance for harassment from both/either group. the cats are usually well behaved, but some may be ornery and pounce (beastpeople style, not as an animal) when alone with the pc. there's a chance for clients to get handsy, just like in Sam's cafe.

The pc may also acquire fans during their time as a maid/butler, with the chance for both good encounters and bad outside of the cafe.

When inside the cafe, if anyone should try to assault the pc, they can bring it up to the owner, Max, who will immediately have a word with whoever is causing trouble. Should you call for help inside or near the cafe, Max will also be the one to come to your aid.

When the pc asks about a job with the cafe, they're given an application but ultimately Max will greet them himself and say theres no need for all the paperwork - they're always looking for maids/butlers! He warns that it can sooometimes be a demanding job, with the fact you're not only working with people but animals - and that you'd be expected to follow maid/butler etiquette while serving, but he hopes the pay and experience is worth it!

Max pays hourly, at £15 plus any tips you make. And of course, an employee discount on food items, you get to be around adorable cats, and you're allotted free midday lunch and a drink while on shift!

At 30% Love or higher with Max, and a Housekeeping rank of B and above, he may ask for your help in the back. The pay for working in the back is £20 but you also get the chance to learn new recipes from Max! This event can happen once a day and after 3 times of working in the back, the pc will have learned a new recipe from the cafe's menu that they can make in any kitchen (provided they have the needed ingredients)!

much of the food is (of course..!) cat themed. Max's cooking lessons will start with the set meals then the sweets. for each recipe learned, he'll give the pc an additional £10 on a job well done!

maids and butlers are expected to do the maid cafe "moe moe magic beam" thing on the food ok. its just part of the gig.

the cafe is closed on sundays, thus friday and saturday tend to be busy days. on saturdays Max sells various takeaway items as a means of consolidating ingredients and making way for the new week. the stock is limited and sells out pretty fast!

picrew maker used! image slightly edited by me :>

Max would count as a NNPC - and a nonromanceable one at that. hitting on Max will result in him brushing the pc aside and acting like its a joke. if they keep pursuing him, his Love % will decrease by -1 for each flirtatious interaction.

a little bit of a ditz outside of the kitchen. max is very go with the flow and doesnt seem to pay attention to the uglier side of the town, similar to other more "normie" NNPCs.

some misc. things:

the pc can visit the cafe as a guest! spending time with the staff or the cats will yield a -stress and -trauma, even without the food. the power of cute staff and adorable kitties can't be underestimated..!

in case you're wondering.... the only virginity max has intact is anal.

maid/butler uniforms can be of whatever design you want, if you'd like to make up your own for your pc! just try to incorporate some pink and make it "kawaii" haha.

"koy is max REALLY not kissable :( ?!" well no, technically anything is pawsible with the power of tenacity LMAO just know that it would be an uphill battle with him bc he treats all the staff like nieces/nephews and hes the Chill UncleTM (i wouldnt call him dadcore exactly... hes more uncle vibes)

"Are the cats actually cats or are they catpeople?" whatever. whatever suits you. its funky dol grey area. whatever fits the scene ig.

"is there pervy stuff going on with the staff?" not really, but this is up to the pc and whatever you want them to do! like in Sam's cafe, if you want your pc to strictly keep it sfw they can. if you want them to go fuck a customer in the br or suck them under a table, they can. max WILL side eye you and make mention that you should tidy yourself up a little but otherwise he wont say anything about it (in nnpc fashion). just so You know tho! yes, he knows. he knows the pc fucked if they do it in his cafe. and hes shaking his head at you/them.

working early hours at the cafe (6-7am) or immediately after the cafe closes (9-10pm) can net the pc more chances to be paid (at the standard £15) while simultaneously raising their Tending skill; the hours before open and after close are spent tending to the cafe cats alongside Max. if you choose to work after close, Max will offer to drive you home.

the Whisker is also another place the pc can gain the cat tf! simply working there or frequently visiting will net you points towards the transformation.

[keirareidss]

nightmares - s.r

♡ summary: you've been having nightmares and they've started affecting more than your work pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, arguing, mentions of throwing up, brief mention on kidnapping, torture, and murder (case details), a/n: I've been trying to write longer fics and switch up my formatting a little bit so let me know if you like it :) wc: 3.2k

Spencer was worried about you. Over the past few months, you'd become different. You were snippier with him, you had darker bags under your eyes, and you'd been more jumpy and anxious as of late. He'd noticed it when he slept over too. You went to bed later and later and he couldn't remember the last time you initiated something with him. You'd been distancing yourself and he didn't understand why. He missed you when you were right next to him. He yearned to have your touch again when he'd gone without it for so long.

You were on your fifth cup of coffee and it was only 10 AM. You let out a suffering sigh as you slumped back into your chair. Spencer glanced at you from his desk across from yours. You took a sip from your plain black coffee, leaning in to answer another email.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked gently, turning his full focus to you when he noticed you rubbing your eye.

"I'm fine." You mumbled.

"Are you sure-"

"I'm just tired, Spencer. It's nothing."

"I, uh- I noticed you haven't been sleeping as much."

"It's none of your business." You snapped and Spencer closed his mouth, pursing his lips. You wouldn't even look at him. He was torn. He didn't understand what was happening. He'd done an ample amount of research on nightmares after your first few because he wanted to help. All he ever wanted was to help. After the first nightmare, the first thing you did was curl into him and cry. He comforted you with his arms around your body, kissing everywhere he could reach, whispered reassurances filling the space between you.

You stared at the screen of your computer, an email from Hotch pulled on that you needed to answer but you couldn't because of the sharp pain behind your eyes, pounding in your skull. You raised a hand to your temple, massaging it with your finger and your thumb. You couldn't do this. You can't work like this. When Spencer used to migraines often, you felt for him. You made him go home as often as you could, not wanting him to work in pain. Thankfully, they were few and far between these days and you were glad he wasn't in as much pain anymore. But now, with your own migraines coming on due to your loss of sleep, you wondered how he ever got work done. You flinch at the deep voice calling your name, pulling you from your thoughts and when you look up, Hotch is standing next to your desk.

"Have you finished the Orlando case file?"

"Uh, no I haven't gotten to it yet."

"It was over a month ago. I need it today." He says, before walking away. You said, sifting through your stack of files to find the one he was talking about. You rest your head in your hands as you stared down at it.

"I can help you if you need-"

"No, I've got it." You cut Spencer off. He turned back to his own file, deciding that if you weren't going to let him help, he would leave you be.

You were running again. The forest was deep and dark and all around you. You ran as fast as you could, not stopping, not looking behind you. You didn't know what was behind you but you could hear it. The sound thundered in your ears, something, a creature maybe, behind you, chasing you, gaining on you. You were gasping for air, your side ached, but you couldn't stop running. You didn't know where the forest ended, if it ever did. You heard it getting closer and closer behind you and your lungs hurt from how heavy your breathing had become. Just as you thought you saw light peeking through the trees, you tripped on a thick root on the forest floor. You hit the ground and a second later you were shooting up in your bed.

You gasped for air, clutching your chest. You felt the all too familiar feeling of bile rising in your throat and you scrambled out of the bed, fumbling to the bathroom and dropping to your knees in front of the toilet. Spencer was out of the bed soon after, rushing after you. He sighed as he held your hair back from your face. You had skipped dinner that night so it was just stomach acid coming up. Spencer's hand was heavy on your back, rubbing back and forth.

You followed this routine almost every night. You inevitably have a nightmare and Spencer attempts to comfort you but you brush him off, going out into the living room to find something to occupy your mind while your boyfriend reluctantly goes back to sleep.

You wiped your mouth, flushing to toilet and standing to rinse your mouth out. Spencer stands next to you at the sink. The question thrums at the back of his mind and even though he already knows the answer, he asks it anyway.

"What was it about?"

"I don't want to talk about it." You answered the same thing every time. You'd never told him about your dreams, worried he'll just end up philosophizing it, trying to find some meaning out of nothing. One of Spencer's best and worst qualities was his need to find an explanation for everything.

"Can you come back to bed?"

"No, I'm just going to go watch TV or something. Sorry for waking you." You muttered, pushing past him to go to the living room. He catches your arm, making you look at him.

"You don't have to be sorry, angel. I don't ever want you to be sorry for having a nightmare. Just... can we please talk?"

"About what?"

"I want to know what's going on with you."

"Nothing's going on. I'm fine." You crossed your arms over yourself.

"You've been having nightmares almost every night for months now."

"It's just the job. Being an FBI agent comes with its 'perks' right?" You said sarcastically, turning away from him and heading out of the bedroom.

"It's not just the job. You've been different ever since-"

"Oh please, Spencer. It's nothing. Just leave it alone." Spencer follows you into the kitchen where you get a cup of tap water with shaky hands.

"I don't want to 'just leave it alone'. You're hurting." He said, his voice unbearably gentle and you scoffed. "You are. I want to help you but I can't when you push me away like this."

"I don't need help!" Your voice raised with frustration.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you shutting me out?" You lean back against the counter, crossing your arms over your chest again.

"It's nothing." You say, weaker this time. Spencer steps closer to you, hands grasping at your elbows.

"Please, angel. Talk to me." He begs. You look up into his brown eyes filled with longing. He stares at you like you're his whole world. The reason he gets up in the morning, the one he dreams about when he sleeps, the person he comes to for everything. His guiding light in the darkest of times. The muse for the poetry in his mind. The cause for the blood pumping through his veins, his happiness, his laughter, his peace, his warmth. His love.

You shake your head, looking down. You weren't deserving of his love. How could you be. What had you done to make him devote his entire being to you? He lips turned downward and he lets out a soft sigh.

"Just go to bed Spence." You murmur. He slips out of the kitchen, shuffling back to the bedroom where he'll sleep alone in the bed you shared, dreaming of the girl he feels slipping through his grasp.

Five months ago you were kidnapped. The team was on a case in Ontario, an unsub who kidnapped women and tortured them before making them fight for their life against him. When you got there, four bodies had been dumped and another woman was missing. What you didn't know at the time was that finding that missing woman would result in a lot of suffering.

Garcia had found three different addresses under the unsub's name about a week into the case and the team split up, groups of two heading to each address. Morgan still blames himself for what happened to you.

When you pulled up to the unassuming house and got out, you were pretty confident that the unsub wasn't here. You were preparing yourself to radio Hotch and give him the all clear as the two of you cased the house when suddenly you were hit on the back of the head with a vase. You were out cold before the unsub even left to take care of Morgan. When Derek woke up again, the unsub was gone and it was clear, you were the next victim.

You had been held captive for three days before the team found you. They stormed the abandoned church you'd been tied up in and when Spencer cut you loose, you fell into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. That evening was when the nightmares started. At first, they were dreams of you reliving your kidnapping, sometimes you weren't saved in time and the last thing you saw was Spencer's worried face, which you then woke up to after he heard you sleep talking. Then the dreams changed.

The change happened after Spencer asked you to move in with him. At the time, you were scared of such a big leap. You didn't know if you were ready for such a change after what happened to you. So you said no. The way Spencer's face fell at the rejection but quickly fixed itself into an apologetic smile made your heart hurt. He reassured you, he took the blame for the awkwardness that filled the room, he wrapped you in a hug and kissed your forehead and you thought everything was fine.

But your nightmares became something else. The abandoned church melded into a dark forest and the unsub turned into an amorphous creature that chased you, that you were unable to look at. Unable to face.

And the nightmares became more. Insomnia, anxiety, irritation, migraines, exhaustion, you name it. You found yourself pushing people away, pushing Spencer away. You didn't want his pity. This was your fault. If you hadn't split up with Morgan then maybe this wouldn't be happening. If you had just moved in with Spencer, maybe-

"Angel?" You heard Spencer's voice and you blinked back to reality. You were standing in the kitchen at the BAU, pouring coffee into your mug. Well, you were pouring coffee into your mug. By now it was spilling over the brim, scalding your hand and you hadn't even noticed until Spencer called out for you. "Shit, honey, what- hang on." He caught a glimpse of your hand and stepped forward, taking the coffee pot from you and putting it back, grabbing paper towels. He gently takes your hand, running it under cold water in the sink before wiping the counter.

"Sorry, I- I didn't realize-"

"It's okay. It's not your fault." Spencer says softly, drying your hand. You stare at him, wondering why he was being so nice. He tosses the paper towels and meets your gaze. "Where did you go just now?"

"Nowhere, I was- I was here."

"Angel..."

"Please, Spence, I don't want to do this right now."

"Do what?"

"Argue." Your voice was a borderline whine, your lips almost pouting.

"We're not arguing, we're just talking."

"But every time we're 'just talking' it turns into an argument." You get frustrated when you feel your eyes welling up.

"It won't. I promise, we'll just talk." Spencer says gently, stepping closer and holding your hand. He brings it up to his lips, kissing it. "How is your day?" You scoff but a small smile creeps onto your face.

"Fine. What about you?" You asked.

"Amazing now that I'm with you." He grins, satisfied with his attempt at cheering you up.

"Cheesy." You muttered.

"You love it." You looked up at him with a smile.

"I do."

You were dreaming again. The forest felt all too familiar. Your feet stung with every step and you could hear the creature behind you again. Tonight, however, the dream changed. As you ran, the light showed up again but you were prepared. You saw the root on the ground and you leapt over it. You kept running, the light growing bigger and brighter. This is it. Finally, you were going to make it out. You were going to make it past the forest! You ran towards the light and the trees grew sparse. Once you reached the edge, you stopped. In front of you was a gap and on the other side, it was bright. Sunny. No dark forest, no creatures, no fear. All you had to do was jump. You tried to make yourself do it, you tried to force yourself to take the leap but you wouldn't. The creature was behind you, gaining on you again and as you turned around slowly to see what it was... you woke up.

You inhaled sharply as your eyes opened. It was still dark in the room but you felt something on your face. You blinked and heard a voice.

"You're okay. It's okay, angel." Spencer's voice came from above you. He was sitting at your side, a hand cupping your cheek as the other rubbed up and down your side comfortingly.

"Spence?"

"I'm here. It's alright." You move to sit up, pressing your back against the headboard. Spencer sits next to you, taking your hand. He opens his mouth to ask you the question he asks every time but you speak first.

"I'm in a forest."

"What?"

"In my dream. In every dream. I'm in a forest. It's dark and- and cold, and... something is chasing me. Some creature or something, I don't know. I never look back to see what it is I just keep running." Spencer nods, not wanting to speak in case it irritates you into not talking. "It's the exact same every night. I'm always in the forest. I've always woken up before I make it out." You swallow hard. "Tonight, um... I made it out. I got past the trees, I was out of the forest. And... there was this cliff. A gap, kind of, between me and the other side. And the other side was like... a paradise. It was green and sunny and... beautiful. And all I had to do was jump over the gap but I didn't. I couldn't for some reason." You stopped talking and Spencer understood that that was where the dream ended.

"You know, um... Your dreams can be a manifestation of your emotions. It's your body and mind's way of dealing with the stress and grief of what happened-"

"It's not that." You snap.

"Okay." He says quickly, gently. "I'm just... I'm sorry, I shouldn't try to rationalize it. Many people's dreams don't have a meaning at all. They're just nonsense."

"Is that what you think my dream is?"

"Do you really want to know what I think?" He asks genuinely.

"...yes." You find yourself telling the truth. You actually do want to hear Spencer's opinion. Maybe it'll help the nightmares stop. And you really want them to stop so if that means enduring your boyfriends dream analysis (which is all a bunch of bullshit anyway) you'll gladly do so.

"Typically, running through the woods in a dream represents a personal journey. The woods often symbolize the unconscious mind, with its mysteries and hidden emotions and running through them could represent exploring your subconscious or facing your fears."

"But in the dreams I'm scared. Something is chasing me." Spencer thinks for a second.

"That could indicate feelings of fear, anxiety, or uncertainty about your life's direction. It might be a sign that you need to address your fears and anxieties in your waking life."

"And what about the cliff at the end?"

"Dreaming about a cliff often symbolizes major life changes, challenges, or turning points. It might indicate that you're facing a significant decision or situation that requires you to make a leap of faith." Your genius explains.

"Hmm." You hummed, deep in thought.

"That's all you have to say?" Spencer chuckles a little bit.

"Yeah, I just... I need to think about some things." You murmured, shifting to lay on your side. Spencer laid down next to you. It turns out his analysis was a lot more helpful than you thought it would be.

You had a plan. You knew now, what was causing your dreams. 'A significant decision', 'a leap of faith'. It was Spencer. More specifically, what he asked you four months ago. To move in with him. It all made sense now when you think about it. The forest you were running through was your life. The creature chasing you was the fear and doubt in your relationship and the only way to escape it was to take the leap off the cliff to the other side. Spencer had basically spelled it out for you and you were still to stupid to see it. So now you had a plan.

"Hey, Spence, do you want to go out for dinner tonight?" You asked, Friday evening at work. His eyes lit up and he smiled.

"Yes, yeah that'd be great!" He grinned. He couldn't remember the last time the two of you went out to dinner. You gave him a tired smile as you turned back to finish your work.

You got out of work at a reasonable time and you and Spencer decided to walk to the restaurant down the street. When you sat down, Spencer took your hand.

"Is something going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"This is the first time we've gone on a date in months."

"I'm sorry that I've been neglecting you and our relationship. I've just been really tired and I know that's not a good excuse but it's all I have. I shouldn't have pushed you away, Spencer. I'm sorry." Spencer felt overwhelmed with your sudden apologies and he gave you a smile.

"You don't have to apologize, angel. And you weren't neglecting me, you were going through something horrible."

"And I took it out on you-"

"Hey," Spencer squeezed your hand. "It's okay. It's not your fault." His kisses your knuckles gently, like the wonderful man he is.

"I wanted to ask you something." You said, and Spencer tilts his head. "I, um... I wanted to ask you... uh... I wanted to ask you to move in with me." His eyes widened and his smile grew bigger.

"Really? You want that?"

"I do. I'm taking the leap."

"Okay. I'll move in with you." You smiled, feeling like a weight was lifted off your chest. You leaned over the table and he met you halfway, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as his hand cupped your jaw.

That night, Spencer stayed the night at your house and you laid in bed together, curled up, just enjoying each other's presence. And then, for the first night in months, you slept peacefully, dreaming of living in domestic bliss with your lovely boyfriend.

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20 Years of Friendship and Cons

MasterList

Chapter 2

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Readers best friend, Danneel (Mentioned) Jensen’s Kids, Clif, Jared Padalecki (Mentioned)

Warnings: Mentions of Panic Attacks, Nightmares, and a lot of tears

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is Married in this Story but on the verge of Divorce from Danneel.

All work is my own, please don't take it or use it, Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

As we reached the green room, Clif motioned for us to enter. When we entered Jensen was sitting on the floor with back against the couch and his head between his legs trying to breathe. “Jensen it’s Y/N, you’re safe. I’m here with you. Here, breathe with me.” She placed his hand on her chest as she took a deep breath in. Jensen matched her breathing as he felt the steady beat of her heart. “You're doing great Jensen, now can you tell me 5 things you can see?” 

“You, Shannon, the door over there, the water bottles on the table, and my shoes.” You nod and smile, “Good,now 4 things you can touch.” “Your hand, the carpet, how itchy this sweater is right now, and the couch behind me.” Good, let's keep going, 3 things you can hear.” “Your voice, the people outside, and Clif in the hallway.” “Really good Jensen, we're almost done, 2 things you can smell.” Your perfume Y/N, the fresh coffee.” Jensen you're almost there, now 1 thing you can taste.” “My spearmint gum.” 

“You did amazing Jensen, how do you feel now?” “I feel okay, calmer, but I also feel like a complete fool. This never happens in public, my panic attacks happen when I'm alone or at home. I'm sorry you had to see all that, and you had to deal with it, with me,” Jensen said as he kept hitting the pillow in front of him. “Hey, look at me Jensen, it’s normal to have panic attacks, both Shannon and I have them too. That’s actually one of the reasons why Shannon and I are best friends. We both ground each other and help each other through the panic attacks. If we can be your person Jensen, we will always be here for you. You don’t need to be angry or upset with yourself Jensen for having a panic attack.” You whisper as you slowly take the pillow from him. “I just don’t understand why, I’m a good father aren’t I? Why does she want to take the kids from me?”

“Honestly, we don’t know why she’s doing this, but what we do know is that JJ, Arrow and Zeppelin have an amazing father who loves them with all his heart, and would do anything for them. Who would protect them from harm or hurt, and would drop anything that he was doing to be there for them when they needed him.” “If we had to take a guess as to why, she could be jealous of the bond you have with kids because she doesn’t have that same kind of bond.” 

“Now, do you feel okay enough to return to the stage with Jared and finish the panel?” “I think I will be okay, but can you and Shannon stay at the side of the stage? I don’t want you too far from me.” “Of course we can, Jensen we will be right there waiting for you.” “Let’s get you back to the stage,” You said as you offered him your hand, helping him up. 

About 30 minutes later the panel had finished and Jensen made his way over to us, “I have a favour to ask both of you. I don’t think I can be alone tonight. With everything going on I need someone there to make sure I don’t drown in panic attacks. Would you two be willing to stay in my room tonight? I know it’s a big ask, but Jared has his own thing tonight with Gen and the kids. I don’t want him to have to choose between me and them.”

“If it’s going to help you sleep and stay calm, then it’s not a problem, we will stay in your room tonight, right Shan?” “Yes, of course Y/N.” “Thank you both, you don’t know how much this means to me. How much this makes me feel better and gives me a sense of comfort.” “Jensen, you have been our rock for years, and we will be yours now.”

Shannon and I finished up at the convention and decided to head up to our room, to shower and put on comfortable clothes before we headed to Jensen’s room. “Y/N, this whole thing with Danneel taking the kids and leaving him, has really hurt Jensen. I have a feeling there will be more panic attacks tonight and not much sleep.” “We just need to make him comfortable and remind him that he’s safe.” “I guess we should head across the hall to Jensen’s room. Are you ready Shan?” “Ready than I’ll ever be.” Shannon says as we head across the hall.

Jensen seemed to sense us coming because he opened the door just as we reached it. “Thank you for coming and staying with me tonight. My head is not in the right space to be alone tonight. This whole thing with Danneel leaving and taking the kids has me seconding guessing everything right now. So it’s better that I have company tonight. Okay, come on in and get comfortable. We can order room service and just talk.” “That sounds like a good idea Jensen, we are here for you.” You said as you and Shannon make your way inside and set your stuff down. 

Once everyone was settled Jensen placed a room service order for a bunch of appetizers and stuff. “How did you two meet, become friends and stay friends for 20 years?” Jensen asked curiously. 

“Well, Shannon and I met after I commented on one of her fanfiction stories she wrote about you. I fell in love with it and commented and then she responded.  That led us messaging each other then later exchanging phone numbers so we could text. What really connected us was how we’ve both dealt with some of the same struggles. That’s when we realized we were meant to find each other. We’re there for each other and we became instant soul sisters. You Jensen were the main reason we met and we’ve been friends ever since. It’s been 20 years since that day.” Y/N said as she smiled with a few tears falling. “You both wrote fanfiction about me? Was it at least good?” Jensen asked with a sly smile.“Oh yeah, it got lots of views and likes,” Shannon answered.

About 20 minutes later, room service had finally arrived, “Wow Jensen this is a lot of food.” “I got enough so we could snack. I hope that’s okay.” “Yeah, it’s perfectly fine Jensen. It’s good to have variety.” As we snacked on the appetizers, Jensen’s phone started ringing. It was a FaceTime call from his kids. We sat quietly and let him answer the call. “Hey Jaybird, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” “Yeah daddy everything is okay. Arrow, Zeppy and I wanted to hear your voice. We miss you so much, and all momma has been doing is yelling at everyone. When are you coming to get us Daddy?” JJ asked with tears in her eyes. “Daddy and momma have some things to sort out before I can come and get you three. I hope it will be soon though. Daddy loves all of you to the moon and back and that will never change. I promise you that. So, how’s school going Jaybird?” “I had a big math test, but I passed it, and Amber and I have a play date tomorrow,” JJ said with a smile. “How about you two Arrow and Zeppy, what’s new?” “Zeppy and I are going to Macie’s Birthday at the Aquarium,” Arrow said while giggling. “Jaybird, I’m so proud of you for acing that math test, and Arrow and Zeppy, that sounds like so much fun. Well, my babies, daddy has to go now. I will call you tomorrow when I get done with the convention. I love you guys.” “Bye Daddy,” all the kids say. 

“The kids seemed happy Jensen. They really do love their daddy,” Shannon says with a smile. “Yeah, they seemed better than the last time I talked to them,” Jensen said with a smile. “Y/N, Shannon, I think I want to try and get some sleep. It's been a long day, if that’s okay.” “It's okay with us. Shannon and I will be in the other room if you need us.”

Shannon and I were relaxing in the other room for about 2 and a half hours, when suddenly we both heard panicked breathing. We rushed into Jensen’s room and found him sitting up on his bed holding his chest with tears running down his cheeks. “Jensen, you're safe, we are both here. Can you match my breathing? Good, you're doing it. Everything is going to be okay. Just breathe Jensen.” After a few moments Jensen had calmed down and was resting quietly. We stayed with him for the rest of the night, keeping watch and making sure he knew he was safe.

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Mission Light - Lawyer Path Part 2 - Out Now!

Hello guys, it's me again :)

First of all, I know I said that I would try to upload the update by the 8th of April, but yeah, that didn't happen, obviously.

Before my top surgery, a lot happened, and I had no time to finish everything.

I also lost some of the things I had written because I was careless.

I was frustrated about that, and after the surgery, I needed some time to recover. I also had a few complications, and university started again.

By now, I've managed to rewrite a lot of what was lost, but not everything.

Since I finally want to put something out there, and it's been six months since I originally wanted to finish the lawyer prologue, I've decided to upload what I have so far.

Which, in itself, is also a lot—I'd estimate it to be around 170,000–180,000 words :)

Now, there are still about 3-4 things missing, but when you play the new update, you'll notice that I added a short text/info when that's the case.

I will add those sections in the future. There are also some more minor things I want to add here and there, so my work on the lawyer prologue isn't finished yet.

However, since I have worked on it so much, I’m really tired of seeing it at the moment. So maybe I'll start working on the next chapter first and then get back to what’s missing in the lawyer prologue later on to regain some motivation/fun in writing. I've been wanting to start the next chapter for so long; I finally want to write all the scenes I've been planning and more.

Honestly, it’s been an up-and-down process. Sometimes I was really motivated, sometimes I wasn't, and there were just parts I kept putting off because I had no fun writing them, but I needed them for the progression of the story. So, the quality of the writing may differ in some parts.

I also have to fix the scaling and the relationship/flirt points for some characters/parts, but that's something that only concerns me for now since they aren’t really relevant at the moment, but yeah.

Starting now, I want to do weekly updates. That means, at the end of every week, I’ll upload a new version with everything I’ve written and done during that week, so please remember that. It could be a new choice, just one new paragraph, or maybe a lot of new content.

I will always tell you what I added/changed, though.

If you find any bugs/code problems, please let me know on Tumblr :)

I also try to answer the remaining asks at some point, but it may take some time since I have an important exam coming up that I can’t fail because it's my second-to-last chance to pass.

Nonetheless, I’m really proud of what I’ve achieved.

It’s been almost a year since I started working on this project, and even though I would have liked to have published more by now, I’m really happy with what I’ve done so far.

The way it’s going right now, I’ll probably be writing this for like 5 more years, but that’s okay—art takes time, and I know I function differently than others, in the way I work, think, and how my energy levels work.

I’ve worked for at least three hours almost every day on this project, at least on the days I was home and not out, and it's the most, the longest, and the most consistent thing I’ve ever done.

Even if my writing, storytelling, progression, and choices aren't perfect, I’m happy I started this. Otherwise, it would have forever remained a dream of mine.

This is the project I always wanted to do: writing, game mechanics, my art, and my characters. So, I think this will be sort of my life project.

It's really, really far in the future, but at one point, I would love to add maybe a mini webtoon, mini-games, a better sidebar, more lore, game mechanics like a diary or letters, a timeline, some voiced lines, etc., stuff like that, and maybe even a character creator drawn by me, where you can create your own character.

That way, when I finish everything, I’ll truly have my dream work of art, incorporating all forms of art I like and everything I mentioned before.

I am grateful for every person reading and liking my story; it means so much to me.

Now for the update

This update includes:

Updated Prologue and First Part:

I changed a lot of the writing/internal struggles of the main character

I added the possibility to play matchmaker between Hongyu and Marcos/Maria

I added more depth to the main character's past with Noel and the lingering effects

I also changed a lot of the choices and their outcomes

I added a new system for Noel and the main character's dynamic (hate him, believe in good/nostalgia, afraid of him)

The New Second Part:

Meet Noel again and deal with him in different ways

Learn about your coworkers' superpowers

Pick one of two choices, leading to two entirely different fight paths

Awaken your own powers

Decide how to approach the fight with Noel (on both paths), leading to many individual fight outcomes (the two different broader paths with 4 main splits and even more choices on one, and 2-3 splits on the other)

Meet another agent, Min, in the aftermath of the fight and deal with everything that happened

Ask more questions and figure out more about what’s going on and went on behind the scenes

Prepare/start to get ready to confront Noel and his group in the next chapter to finally end things once and for all

Meet more agents (Sinan and Nayla) in the end and meet your group's pet dog, Vin :)

That’s it for now :)

Take care,

Jakob

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[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

Sam Week 2025: Day 5 - favourite Sam arc / Sam & music / psychic powers

I'm SO happy how this one came out! I think it's my favourite so far :D I feel it's really nailed the tactic I wanted to take of these prompts of coming at the a little sideways/not the first thing you'd think of. Shout out to @aliusfrater - for always helping fuel my Soulless Sam fascination/obsession - and also inadvertently inspiring this fic by including the quote below in an ask response about "favourite Soulless Sam lines".

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Also on Ao3

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"Dean, I am still me – same melon, same memories. I-I still like the same music. I still think about Suzie Heizer . . ."

Creed - With Arms Wide Open

Sue Heizer. “Biology class”, Sue Heizer. Weirdest possible way you could have remembered that, by the way, you hadn’t been in school in years. Front seat of her car. Volkswagen Jetta. You and Dad loved to gripe about “modern cars”. Some things don’t change. My hands were fumbling with her tits, and hers were in my hair and this ring she was wearing kept getting caught in it. And it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Seventeen, ten times more hormones than experience. More than made up for that this last year. I tried to flip us so she was on top, and my foot hit the radio dial. Turns out the very last song you want to hear whilst finally getting to fuck the girl you’ve been mooning over for weeks is one about finding out you’re gonna be a dad. I had to endure that song for the next three weeks, it was at Number 1. I hated it then, and I hate it now. I can’t feel embarrassed anymore - I just think it's cheesy. This was a bad place to start. Let’s try again.

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Digging in the Dirt - Peter Gabriel

Flagstaff. I bought a week’s supply of junk food. Last five dollars from the money Dad gave me to live on two hunts back. The one where dad sent you back after three days while he went lone wolf and you bitched about it every hour of every day until he got home. Funny how fast you shut up the second he walked in the door. You had cash on you, so we used that for food instead, and I squirrelled the note away. And waited. I don’t know why Flagstaff. Actually, I do. You were hogging the TV and wouldn’t let me watch anything I wanted to, and I got fed up, and grabbed the remote while you were in the kitchen, and wouldn’t give it back. And you hit me. It wasn’t the first time, but I didn’t think it was normal yet. The kid at the register in the 7-Eleven was singing along, and he gave me an extra bag of Funyons. Before heaven, I’d hear it and feel free. After, it made me want to vomit. Now? I like it again. Must be all that emotional growth I’m not having.

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Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Bus to Stanford. It stopped for an hour somewhere in Nebraska. Everyone else got off to stretch their legs, use the bathroom, grab a shitty reststop sandwich. I stayed. It was like I was afraid that if I stepped off before we got there, everything might disintegrate; it all felt so fragile. Stupid way to think. The bus driver came back from their smoke break. I remember she smoked the same brand as Dad, the smell, it was the closest I ever came to turning back. She saw me in the mirror. “Mind if I put the radio on, honey?” I knew I was doing the right thing, really knew, for the first time. I used to do that, second-guess things that were blatantly fucking obvious. Guess having a soul really slows you down. It always made me feel strong. Stevie’s voice is still beautiful.

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The Captain and the Hourglass - Laura Marling

You were dead. You were dead, and I was in the car with Ruby. And I had that laser focus that you always found unnerving, although that wasn’t the way you said it, “Sammy’s an obsessive freak” were the exact words. And still, I decided to take the time to put an iPod jack in the car. I’m still like that. Moreso. Sammy got so scared of his own melon, he started agreeing with you on the freak part. I was in the car with Ruby, and she told me she was impressed at how quickly I was learning my powers. And she made me feel in control of myself in a way I never had before. And completely at her mercy. We stopped by the side of the road, and the song came on, and she opened up and vein in the top of her thigh, didn’t give me the option of anywhere else. I always felt kinda felt like running when I heard it again, even though I loved the song. I could never quite place why. I can now. Lack of a soul gives you a strange kind of clarity about a lot of things. You should try it sometime. “He's done with all this bullshit, he's going back to war” means something different now. 

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Whole Lotta Love - Led Zeppelin (kinda)

First gig I ever went to. You and me, and those ridiculous fake IDs. I was so sure we’d get arrested or something, I was fourteen, and the shortest kid in the class, who were we kidding? Should have known you’d found the shittiest, dingiest, divebar in town. Maybe they didn’t care. Probably, they just couldn’t see me through the fog of cigarette smoke. I think they’re still the worst Zeppelin tribute we’ve ever heard, and we’ve probably got some kind of World Record for bad cover bands by now. They’re like roaches, everywhere, and hard to kill. It was the last song of the night and, somehow, barely recognisable. And you turned to me, and you were so mad that they were butchering your favourite song. But the music was so bad, and your face just looked so cartoonishly angry, and I laughed, and then you were laughing, and we couldn’t stop. It doesn’t seem funny when I think of it now, but I remember feeling it. Dad couldn’t play it in the car for months after without one or both of us corpsing, and we couldn’t tell him why. Our own private little joke. I think you forgot about it eventually, but I never did. I didn’t think it was possible to hear it and not feel that asinine, childish joy. Still love that guitar solo.

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Sorrow - The National

The song playing in my ears on the way to die. For once, you didn’t complain about me using headphones to listen to my own music in the car. You’d given me this big speech about how I wasn’t a kid anymore, you had to learn to let me go my own way. Guess this was part of that. Didn’t last, did it?

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@seasononesam @suncaptor

[creatingblackcharacters]

Alright so I wrote out a whole long question w explanations and tangents but I think I already know the answer, but I am white and don't want to decide this answer solely on my own.

Basically, I have a Black character who dies in a fantasy story setting. It's a violent death, and I'm thinking there are enough details to emphasize that violence. I was considering having his hair cut as well, but I'm thinking that will unnecessarily retraumatize or trigger Black readers and readers of color, which I don't want to do more to them than any white readers, so I believe the answer is to not have this character's hair cut as well.

I was thinking about including that detail to further showcase the antagonists depravity and violence, but again, I think it's more likely to only trigger readers of color than further drive home the narrative point so, I believe the answer is to not include that detail. Does that make sense?

I know w the polls and everything else in the world, you've been going through a lot and using extra spoons, and I understand this is a sensitive topic so I totally get it if you choose not to answer this one. Thank you for everything you do here with this blog.

You already made your decision after thinking about it, I'm sure you used your resources. If you think that the message is delivered without adding that extra portion, if you don't think you could or want to stand by the implications of such a narrative choice, then by all means!

I think I saw you on my lesson on violence, but if you haven't read it, there's a section of questions to ask oneself about violent scenes with Black characters. Feel free to check that out. But pulling back a little is always an option.

[vyzoi]

MDNI

Character is aged up!

They told me I don’t need to credit them but this is my bestie. I requested this fic in their inbox back in January or somewhere around that time. I requested a Kaiser jealousy fic where it leads to hatefucking. Then they hit a writers block. I asked if I could pick it up and I got the green light. I told them that they can still write their version whenever they feel like it. Thank you, @inu1gf!

Warnings: rough sex, spanking, spiting in mouth, degradation, pissed off Kaiser that’s a whole warning in itself, slight angst, he’s not a total monster, squirting, unprotected sex, breeding, fem reader

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You’re playing football with Ness for fun. It’s just you and him. Kaiser wasn’t having it with Ness, he’s still salty over that whole situation at Blue Lock.

What you and Ness don’t know is that Kaiser is watching you guys play from the stands. He’s that high up.

Ness passes the ball to you, he knows that you want to copy Kaiser Impact, he knows that you try so hard to perfect it. He wants to see you succeed. You managed to move your body just right and you kicked the ball in the same way Kaiser does. You score. You run up to Ness and you hug him tightly. He returns it of course.

Your ego gets high. “I want to beat my own boyfriend’s ass.” Ness smiles innocently. “I think you could! Kaiser has weakened his skills some.” You smirk. But what you don’t know is that Kaiser is hearing everything.

He walks down the stairs until he gets down to the first row. “SHUT UP NESS!” You both turn around in fear. “My own girlfriend wants to beat me at my own signature move!? Don’t make me go down there.” Ness smirks. “He’s chicken.” You couldn’t help but laugh at Ness.

Kaiser makes his way down to the field. He then runs right in your direction. You freeze up. It’s not like he will actually hurt you. But this is a bit intimidating. He leans down and makes eye contact with you with those crazed eyes of his. “You ready for me to devour you?” You kiss his lips. “Not now darling, I’m pissed off, I love you though.” At least he called you darling and said he loves you. You walk closer to Ness who took a step back from Kaiser. “Ness is on my side.”

He smirks. “That’s fine, I don’t need him anyway.” You look at Ness. “It’s really you who doesn’t need Kaiser.” Ness gently smiles at you. “Let’s kick this guys ego out of him.” You smirk. “Let’s humble him once more.” Kaiser is hearing all of this even though he’s on the other side of the field. “ARE YOU TWO GOING TO MAKE A MOVE OR NOT!?”

You hesitate. “You know Ness, he’s going to play rough with us. I’m not saying that we should back out. I’m just saying that we need to be more strategic about this. Even though he is outnumbered.”

You start the kickoff. You get a good distance and then you pass the ball to Ness. Kaiser runs up to you. “I know what’s going to happen next. You’re so stupid for thinking you know my own move as if I don’t.”

You’re now blocked. But what Kaiser fails to see is that you can turn around or Ness could just score. “Hey Ness, it’s up to you.” Ness just decides to dribble it. Kaiser pushes you out of the way. Which yeah it did hurt, but he tried not to be too rough.

You finally caught up to Kaiser and you block him. “How’s it feel?” You then kiss his cheek. “I said I’m not in the mood. I love you though.” Ness scores. “Nice strategy!” You run up to him and hug him. “That was! It worked out perfectly. Even if I didn’t use Kaiser Impact!”

Kaiser grabs you and takes you by the arm. “You’re in for it when we get home.” You look up at him. “Kaiser, I’m sorry.” He sighs. “You were disloyal to me.” You look at the ground. “I was just playing. It wouldn’t be fair if I let you win.” He looks at you. “You were playing with Ness, you had the option to play against him and side with me. We could’ve made back to back Kaiser Impacts.” He’s so salty.

We finally got home. He lets you in the house first. “Kaiser…” he closes and locks the door. He looks down at the floor. “Go to the bedroom.” You slowly walk to the bedroom. When you get into the room, you just lay face down into the pillows. You really couldn’t help but cry yourself out.

Kaiser stands at the doorway just watching you. He knows you feel helpless. He likes that, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad. He’s still frustrated because of Ness though.

He sighs. “Do you want to talk about it? Or just have me take my anger out on you in some other way?” You lift your head up but you still don’t look at him. “What do you mean by ‘some other way’?” He walks over to you. You bury your face in the pillow again. “Do you want me to take my anger out of you by fucking you roughly?”

You look at him. “Darling, look I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at Ness. I know it looks like I’m mad at you, but I’m not. If I was really mad at you, I wouldn’t have let you kissed me on the field and I would’ve used my entire strength to push you but I held back. I even called you darling and told you that I love you on both attempts of your affection.”

You dry your eyes. “Kaiser, just fuck me, have your way with me. Remind me that I’m yours and only yours. I’m starting to forget my place.” He gets on top of you and flips you over. “What do you mean you’re forgetting your place?” You sigh. “Ness treats me better. I was really happy spending time with him today.”

Kaiser gets angry again. “Why do you always think he’s better than me? It’s fine if you think that you’re better than me. I see you as an equal. But Ness? No, you’re forgetting that I shaped him into what he is today.” You sigh. “This is why I want you to put me back in my place.” He smirks. “I am not holding back.”

He gets off the bed and takes his shirt off. You take yours off too. You’re too lazy to get out of bed so you just strip yourself lying down. You pull your pants and panties down but you kick them off the mattress until they fall to the floor. “Lazy ass. You’re not even going to give me a show.” You take your bra off. “How’s that? It better have been good enough for you, it was my last layer.” He looks at you with a blank stare. “Don’t give me sass, you’re already in enough trouble as it is.”

Kaiser pulls the bed sheets off of you. Then he gets on top of you. “I’m cold now, thanks to you.” He scoffs. “I’m done with the sass. Open your mouth. Let’s put it to better use.” You open your mouth obediently. He builds up saliva in his mouth. He gently holds your throat. He spits in your mouth. “Swallow.” You swallowed. “Good girl.”

He gets off of you and then gets off of the bed. “Roll over on your stomach.” You roll over. He gets back on the bed then gets on top of you. He starts slowly grinding his cock against your folds. “You didn’t even prep me or anything.” He sighs. “I’m not going to put my cock inside you yet. I’m going to get you slick, don’t worry your pretty head.”

He stops grinding on you and kneads your ass. “Kaiser, you’re making me nervous.” He smirks. “Oh yeah? What do think I’m going to do to you?” Before you could answer, he spanked you. “THAT!” He laughs. “It’s best if you don’t try to predict it.”

He spanks you harder. “Would Ness do this to you?” You shook your head. “No..” he digs his finger nails in your ass. “Would you want him to though?” You hiss at the pain. “No.” He asks another question. “Is there anything you would want him to do to you, be honest about this.” You whine. “Kaiser, if anything, I would want him to be gentle with me in bed. But I really don’t like him in that way.” He let’s go of your ass.

He flips you over, manhandling you in the process. Your legs are spread all the way out as they could go. “Hurts.” He leans down and kisses your forehead. “You’re just not used to stretching, you didn’t even warm up when you were playing football today. That could cost you, and I’m not trying to scare you.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m being nice to you, for now. You can wrap your legs around me if you’re so uncomfortable.”

You put yourself in a missionary position underneath him. He lines his cock up to your cunt. “Kaiser, can you at least use lube?” He sighs. Darling, just by feeling you down there, I think you’re wet enough. But I guess the extra slick might help me fuck you faster.” You reach for the lube on the nightstand and then you give it to him.

He applies it to his cock. “I’ll give you some too, how about that?” You nodded your head. He spits on your clit and rubs it all over cunt. “That’s not lube..” he smirks. “How about you apply it yourself? I don’t really know how much you think you need.” You sigh. “Nice try, you just want to see me touch myself.” He hands you the lube anyway. You squirt a tiny ounce on your middle and index finger. You then rub them on your hole. Eventually, you stuff your fingers inside of you.

“Ness..” Kaiser gives you a side eye. “I was going to be so fucking good to you! We had a sweet moment for a while! Why did you say his name, when you’ve been saying mine all this time!?” He removes your fingers. “I asked you if there were any thoughts of Ness and you told me there wasn’t. You fucking lied to me!”

You give him the lube. “I don’t know what to do with it.” He throws it across the room. He lines his cock up against your cunt again. Slowly inserting it. “That’s all you’re getting!” When his whole length was inside of you, he started thrusting rough and fast. He starts attacking your ear with his voice. “Say my name, tell me who you belong to.” You whine. “I belong to you Kaiser. I know my place now.” He scoffs in your ear. “I really doubt you know your place.”

He starts moaning in your ear. “Would Ness sound this hot against your ear?” You started to tear up. “No!” He smiles. “You’re correct.” He then does a harder thrust. “Kaiser!” He kisses your neck. “There you go, keep thinking about me.”

He sits up and holds your waist with his hands. You hold onto his arms. He starts roughly pounding into you. “I’m gonna cum, my emperor.” He was not expecting that. “There you go, you know your place now. Yeah, cum for me.”

You didn’t even know you could do this. But you squirted your cum out. That just makes Kaiser go faster. “Got any more left? Come on.” You then squirt a little more of your cum out. “Good girl. I don’t even have to question you if Ness could make you do that.” You shook your head. “He wouldn’t be able to.”

He slows down his pacing and his roughness. He’s being gentle to you now. “I’m going to cum inside of you. I want a fuck a baby into you. Make them a natural born striker, have them go against Ness, you watch him lose.” You blush. “Kaiser, this is a huge responsibility. Think more clearly. I don’t mind if this is what you actually want, I trust you’ll be a good father. But think about it a bit more.”

He takes a pause with his thrusts. He then releases his cum into you. “You’re going to be a good mom.” He smirks.

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This was the most detailed Kaiser smut I’ve ever written

I did tell my bestie that I would do this fic justice. I hope I did just that.

[britcision]

So back when the world still existed, the family and I went on a 10 day trip to Iceland

(Because I was absolutely intolerable when we stayed for a three day layover to save $500 on flights to the UK a couple years before

To be fair, so was Mother, we stopped almost every 15 minutes to look at and climb waterfalls)

(Brothers didn’t bother trying to adjust their jet lag so they slept all day and missed most of the good stuff)

And the biggest difference for this longer trip than the shorter one was that I Have Crohns Now

This makes car journeys… exciting. And, because of some deeply unfortunate timing, I had Unmedicated Crohns cuz I had to detox off the one that killed my bone marrow

And also, my sister came with us

My sister and I. We. We don’t get along. We can coexist for maybe half an hour before one of us pisses the other off and we get loud.

So, obviously, we hired two cars because we’re a big family, and Mother drove one and Sister drove the other, and I was mandatorially riding with Mother and Granny every day

(Brothers got to pick day by day and Babiest Brother always chose our car after the first day so it’s not just me Sister fucking sucks)

And the thing about Crohns and other gastrointestinal issues is that there is one thing which is really, really, really good for the inflammation which causes a lot of the pain: lemon juice

And there is one thing you just cannot buy in Iceland for love nor money: still lemonade

So. I bought a big ol’ bottle of lemon juice

And apparently I really really really don’t get my overpreparedness tendencies from Mother’s side of the family

(Which is wild cuz she has been a scout leader of some kind my whole life)

Because I was consistently the only person who brought a water bottle with me

And because of the aforementioned lack of lemonade

I was self medicating with this water bottle

So it was about a cup of lemon juice, the rest of the bottle water, and as much sugar as I was in the mood for in the morning - varying from about an inch in the bottom before shaking to basically none

And the rest of the family apparently decided to operate on “we can buy a drink when we get where we’re going if they have no water fountain”

This is NOT a reliable method, especially in southern Iceland, where you take a long time to drive to most places

And the good news was, my unholy lemon concoction (and Being In Iceland) was powerful enough that I only had one brief bout of trouble with my Crohns!

And. It achieved this. By being unholy.

And one day, my poor sweet Babiest Brother was thirsty on our way home, and we stopped for a bathroom break somewhere where the vending machines had closed, because it was late

So he asked me “hey Sister, I am so thirsty, please may I drink of your water bottle”

And this. This was a zero sugar day. My water bottle was at least 15-20% straight lemon juice.

It did not quench thirst. It dried out your mouth.

So I refused him, and apologised, and tried to explain

And he was very good about it but clearly assumed that I was bogarting my lemons for medical reasons or didn’t want to share

So we hurried the rest of the way home and he ran in to grab a drink

And THEN I got him to take a sip from my water bottle

And he nearly dropped the bottle and stared at me like I was a demon and agreed that yes he could see exactly why I had not given him any sooner

And guess who started filling and carrying around his own water bottle the next day?

And the lesson you lot need to take from this is

1) always carry a water bottle (obviously)

And 2) Keep A Spare Water Bottle In Your Vehicle. One Per Passenger. More for long trips!

You do not want to drink my lemon juice

[einaudis]

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[soupacool]

congrats on taking T and experiencing voice changes, that's so exciting!! 🥳🥳✨✨

thank you!!! it's been a period of intense learning of myself and my place in the world and I wouldn't trade it for anything

[29121996]

anyway.