#I’m serious she has never been aggressive towards anyone

[folklaurr]

My dog has to be sedated to go to the vet bc she has a one sided feud with my vet and she tries to murder him

[thechaoticdruid]

[Firsts] (1/2)

Pairing: Astarion x Named F!Tav

Plot: Astarion's been acting way too flirty lately. Seriously it was starting to weird Winnie out. She knew the man flirted with pretty much everyone in the group, but lately since she'd given him a taste of her blood it seemed much more targeted at her and very aggressive. Could he actually be attracted to her? Pfft! No way!

Content/Warnings: Sexual themes, sexual humor, light smut, no actual sex yet, making out, dry humping, groping, violence, blood, death, Winnie has very low self esteem, Astarion being a perv, Virgin MC, Astarion bullies Gale, Gale has one sided crush on MC, oblivious MC, Astarion being Astarion, body issues.

Second part: [2/2]

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Things had kinda been weird for Winnie ever since she'd discovered one of her companions was a vampire. Astarion had always been rather flirtatious with the members of their merry band of weirdos, but now it was different. Ever since he'd gotten a taste of her blood his flirtations seem much more targeted towards her. 

Winnie would most often brush them aside. It didn't mean anything after all. Either Astarion was just a naturally flirty person or he wanted to butter her up so she'd be more likely to let him have more of her blood. The female druid was certain these flirtations weren't anything serious. 

Men like Astarion did not pursue women like Winnie. The human female wasn't exactly sure anyone would ever pursue her, but it definitely wouldn't be someone as breathtakingly beautiful as the pale elf. 

Winnie glanced around the blighted village before pushing through the door of an old abandoned house as she began to remember something one of the elder druids in her circle said when she was a child. “She's nothing but a weed amongst the flowers.” The old bitch had said.  Winnie rolled her eyes with a sigh as the others scouted the area.

“This looks like a suitable place to make camp.” Gale stated, looking around.

“It'll serve.” Lae'zel added and dropped her pack on the ground near an old fireplace. 

“It'll be nice to at least have a roof over our heads for once.” Shadowheart chimed in as she walked over and glanced over an arrangement of books that littered one of the walls. 

“Pft, if you can even call it that! This hovel is practically crumbling!” Astarion exclaimed.

“If you'd prefer to sleep elsewhere, be my guest.” Winnie replied before setting her own things down.

Wyll looked over the fireplace and checked around the house for any fire wood, but unfortunately there didn't appear to be any in sight. 

“We might want to go find some wood to build a fire before nightfall.” He suggested.

“I can do that.” Winnie stood up, “I'll see if there's anything else we can scavenge nearby.” 

“I'll go with you. It would only be the gentlemanly thing to do, accompanying a lady.” Gale piped up.

“Yeah sure, come if you want.” Winnie shrugged before turning and leaving the ruined house.

Gale followed after her before the two were also accompanied by Astarion.

“I’m coming too.” He said, sauntering up behind Winnie. 

“I'm surprised Astarion. I didn't think manual labor was your forte, nor yours either Gale.” The druid female hummed.

“Well I'm not about to let you go and do all the work alone!” The wizard added.

“And I never said I was going to help, watch Gale fail miserably to impress you perhaps, but I am certainly not going to risk damaging these nails for firewood.” Astarion sassed looking over his pointed vampire spawn claws with a pout.

Winnie rolled her eyes, ”good gods, might as well have let me go alone.” The druid female muttered, walking off ahead of the two men. Her eyes scanned the blighted village. The place was crawling with goblins and even though they let the party pass through on the count of them being ‘True Souls’ Winnie wasn't very convinced that they would be friendly enough to offer her group supplies. 

Her and the boys continued to search about, Astarion seeming all too pleased to give Gale a hard time today. Eventually after passing a large gate and strolling towards the edge of the ruined village the three adventures came across a shed.

Winnie stepped towards it, immediately coming to a halt as she began to hear low grunts and moans coming from the other side of the door.

“Oh dear….” Gale exclaimed, a look of horror adorning his bearded face.

“Do I even want to know…?” Winnie turned pale with disgust.

“I do! Sounds absolutely disgusting heh heh heh..”Astarion chuckled with a mischievous glint in his crimson red eyes. 

“You want to take a peek be my guest, but don't expect me to rush in after you.” Winnie rolled her eyes looking back at Astarion. 

“And here I thought you'd be interested in joining the fun, darling.” Astarion gave Winnie a wink before swinging the door open, a giddy shit eating grin spreading across the pale elf's face. 

“Oh gods….” Winnie gasped as she and Gale looked forward seeing a bugbear and a lady ogre in the ahem doggy style position. The two humans' faces were filled with horror and disgust while Astarion still had that same stupid grin on his face.

“WHAT THE HELLS ARE YOU DOING!?” The bugbear screamed as he pulled away from his lover. 

“Uh…. I'm very sorry! W-We were just leaving!” Winnie said nervously, face turning red in embarrassment.

“You two make a lovely couple by the way!” Gale said, trying to deflect any tension, but the two lovers did not seem to appreciate the compliment.

“Kinky.” Astarion clicked his tongue with a smirk. 

“MOMENT RUINED! I SMASH YOU!” The ogre suddenly pulled out a huge club and slammed it down right in Winnie's direction. Luckily the druid was able to leap back just in the nick of time. 

The bugbear began to charge in her direction only to receive an arrow to his shoulder, swiftly shot by Astarion who’d quickly climbed atop some nearby crates.  Winnie quickly unsheathed her scimitars from her back, rushing the bugbear and slashing him across the chest.  The she-ogre growled and took another swing at Winnie, prompting Gale to cast magic missile hitting both the ogre and bugbear. 

The bugbear let out a loud scream of pain before dropping down onto the ground.

“NO GRUKKOH!!!” The ogre shouted, tears welling up in her eyes before she glared at Gale with pure hate and rage. “YOU WILL DIE!!!!” 

Quickly before she can move to smite Gale with her club Astarion is quick to notch an arrow and fire it, hitting the ogre right in the left eye. Gale hits her with a bolt of lightning before Winnie makes a dash to run behind her. She then turns and uses her druidic magic to summon a vine from her hand and lasso the ogre’s leg, yanking on it hard. The beastly female tumbled back letting out a cry as she fell to the ground. 

Winnie then took the opportunity to leap up on top of her and slam her scimitars right down into the ogre’s chest, piercing her heart. Blood splattered upon the druid as she pulled her blades out of the she-beast’s chest, getting on her face and shoulders. She panted and hopped down off the large corpse. Astarion's ears turned a bit pink as he glanced over at the blood drenched female.  Honestly he had to admit…..That was kind of hot…

“A pity we had to put an end to the two lovers.” Gale spoke up.

“Better them than me.” Winnie said wiping a bit of blood off her face.

“Darling, hold on a moment. Allow me to help.” Astarion said, quickly rushing over to where the human female stood. Her strange fushia colored eyes looked back at him with curiosity. The vampire ran his thumb over her cheek, collecting a bit of blood before all too eagerly sucking it off his digit. His thumb pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop. “That was a very….enticing display you know?~” He purred seductively in her ear just quiet enough for Gale not to hear. 

“Uh…Thanks…” Winnie looked off to the side checks turning bright red. 

“Ahem! Well shouldn't we return to work? The sun’s nearly gone and we have yet to find some firewood!” Gale piped up, trying to change the subject before stepping in between the rogue and druid.

“Actually darling, I think our dear druid should probably take a rest. She did most of the fighting after all.” Astarion put his hand on Gale’s shoulder.  “And offering to get the firewood for her would definitely be the gentlemanly thing to do.” 

“You're not going to offer to help me are you?” Gale rose an eyebrow.

“Oh gods no! My dear wizard, you can't expect me to leave this sweet little thing all by herself?” Astarion said before moving piece of Winnie’s messy brown locks out of her face.

“I'm perfectly fine guys….I can actually just go get the wood by myself….” Winnie said feeling Astarion's hungry eyes leering at her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Why was he being so aggressive with his flirting today?

Winnie wasn't exactly too worn out, but at the same time she really didn't feel like feeding this overgrown mosquito tonight. Partially because she had been getting devoured by actual mosquitoes left and right since they’d wondering the wilderness. 

“I'm not sure if it's wise to leave a lamb alone with a wolf.” Gale gave Astarion a suspicious glare. 

“Hey! If anyone’s a wolf it's me!” Winnie pouted and crossed her arms. She was rather offended Gale didn't seem to acknowledge her most used wildshape.

“A wolf and a panther then.” Gale said.

“How dare you! I would never lay a finger on our darling leader!” Astarion crossed his arms.

“Okay, I think we've wasted enough time already.” Winnie said before wild-shaping into a black bear and wandering off to collect the wood herself.

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Later that evening after Winnie had brought back the firewood she shifted back into her human form and hid herself away from the others, making herself comfortable in what was left of the ruined house’s bedroom.  She glanced up at the mirror beside her, studying her face. Dark circles colored underneath her eyes, left by sleepless nights. Messy brown locks that never behaved no matter what she did.  A scarred lip from her first real battle. And her body oh how she despised it. It was far too plump for her tastes.

"Nothing but a weed amongst the flowers."

“Why would anyone ever fall in love with you? You're disgusting!”

“Just as fat as a deep rothé and twice as ugly!”

“She's definitely gonna die alone.”

Winnie’s brows knitted together before she stood up and slammed the mirror into the wall, shattering it into a million tiny pieces. She breathed in and out, taking a moment to process what she had just done. The young druid honestly had no idea what had come over her. Why were these tormentful thoughts all coming back now?

Surely there were better things to be thinking about!? The disgusting parasite in her brain for one! She needed to get it together, or risk turning into something much more grotesque.

Winnie needed to get some air. She left the house through the back entrance and stepped off into the nearby forest, breathing in and out slowly. She closed her eyes and just took a moment to listen to all the soothing sounds of nature. Frogs croaking, crickets chirping, an owl hooting above the trees and footsteps…

Wait, footsteps!?

Winnie quickly turned around, her hand reaching into her pack for a blade when she noticed a familiar pair of red eyes looking back at her.

“I was hoping I'd finally be able to get you alone.~” 

“Astarion? Look, I'm really not in the mood to give you blood tonight. Maybe tomorrow?” Winnie sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.

“Oh, I'm not here for that darling. I'm here for you.” Astarion approached, eyes looking her up and down as his perfect pretty lips formed a painfully fake looking smile.

“You need my help with something?” Winnie tilted her head in confusion.

“In a manner of speaking. I've grown rather attached to you if I'm honest.” Astarion placed a hand on his hip.

“Ah, well that's sweet of you to say. I'm really glad to have made some friends on this journey.” Winnie said with a smile. 

“Oh my sweet. I'm not talking about friendship. I'm talking about desire.~” Astarion leaned a bit closer. His breath hit Winnie’s face as he slightly towered over the short female.

“I…. Don't follow….” Winnie said awkwardly. Astarion blinked and then proceeded to pinch the bride of his nose.

“Oh for gods sake. SEX. Darling, I'm talking about sex.” Astarion said with annoyance, crossing his arms. Winnie’s face turned bright red as he finally spelled it out.  It finally explained why he seemed so aggressive with his flirting lately. But at the same time Winnie just couldn't believe Astarion was actually making a pass at her. Her of all people!

“You're joking, right?” Winnie chuckled nervously.

“Why would I be?” Astarion gave her a confused look.

“Wouldn't you rather spend a night with one of the others? Lae'zel or Shadowheart? Or maybe even Wyll?” Winnie asked.

“Ha! Please. As if I'd waste my time with one of them! I have standards, dear.” Astarion said sassily.

“I'm just…You have seen me right?” Winnie said, looking away shyly. Astarion couldn't help but frown for a moment. Winnie seemed very....well insecure. It was clear she didn't seem to believe he could in any way find her attractive. He was however quick to resume his flirty persona.

“Indeed, I have and I find you to be rather delectable looking.~” 

“Yeah, yeah stop messing with me, okay. It's not funny.” Winnie rolled her eyes and turned to leave. Astarion internally panicked. Fuck. He couldn't let her leave. It would completely ruin his plans! 

“I'm not! I crave you!” Astarion quickly grabbed hold of her and pinned her to a tree. Winnie let out a grunt before looking up and blushing darkly.

“I want to feel you squirm under me.~” He said huskily. Winnie was at a complete loss for words. What the hells was she even supposed to fucking say to that!? Her heart was pounding so fast and she honestly felt like if he said one more word she'd faint right there. “And I know you want me too.~ I've seen how you look at me. How your heart races when I'm near. And don't think I haven't noticed the little lustful glances you give my backside you naughty thing!~”

“I-I-I…OKAY YOU'VE MADE YOUR POINT!” Winnie said, and pushed against him, making him back up.  She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take before she suddenly melted into a puddle. Winnie was not used to this kind of attention at all. “Sorry I just…I'm not used to this…” Winnie said, a bit embarrassed, “feel like I'm going to explode…Heheh…”

“Cute.” Astarion smirked at Winnie’s nervousness.

“I've never been with anyone if I'm honest….Hells I’ve never even been kissed.” Winnie looked down, honestly feeling rather ashamed.

Oh gods, why did you say that!? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! 

Astarion then gently took her hand, “I would be happy to teach you.” He said before planting a soft kiss on her hand. Winnie took a deep breath, nervousness filled her belly. She looked into his eyes and nodded, “okay.” 

Astarion cupped her cheek, his crimson red eyes staring into her pink ones as he rubbed a cold thumb over her cheek.  Winnie closed her eyes and puckered her lips, slowly anticipating for him to make the next move.  She felt his breath hit her face before his soft lips met her own. At first it was sweet and innocent, nothing but a chaste little peck. But then he pushed her back up against the tree and pressed his body against hers. Winnie gasped feeling Astarion grind himself against her, allowing him to snake his tongue into her mouth deeping their kiss. His free hand reached down to cup one of her ass cheeks, giving it a firm squeeze through her pants. 

“Mmmm!” Winnie moaned into his mouth, her arms slowly finding their way around his neck as she squirmed. She could feel a hard growing bulge prod her core as he pushed his hips against her own. His tongue swirled around her own, exploring and dominating her mouth, but eventually she was forced to pull back for air.  A string of saliva connected their mouths as they pulled back. Winnie panted, staring back at the vampire who was seductively licking his lips. One of his hands was still groping her ass. 

“A-Ah!~” The brunette haired druid let out a whimper as the elf pressed his clothed cock into her. 

“You make such adorable sounds, darling.” He purred before planting another kiss on her lips. Winnie quickly returned it before Astarion began to move down her jaw, trailing kisses lower. 

His tongue lapped over her neck before he quickly began to suck on the delicate skin eagerly.

He kept one hand on her ass while the other reached up to undo her the buttons of her shirt.

Winnie bit her lip as she felt the cool air hit her breasts, her nipples hardening quick.  

Astarion smirked, his eyes hungrily eyeing her well endowed assets. Who knew she could fit something so big under her shirt? If he'd known they were this large he'd have bedded her sooner. Astarion licked his lips before leaning in to plant a kiss on top of one of her breasts. Unfortunately before his mouth could make contact with her skin he ended up being rudely interrupted. 

“There you two are-” Gale's voice trailed off, his face turned bright red.

“Is everything okay….Oh….” Wyll’s eyes widened as he peaked out from behind Gale.

“What is it? Did something happen!? Oh well that's interesting…” Shadowheart said, appearing behind Wyll. 

“Chk! As expected. It was only a matter of time.” Lae'zel seemed completely unfazed as she stood beside Shadowheart.

“Ooh Winnie! Get it!” Karlach cheered, jumping out from behind the others, tail wagging with excitement.

“Do you fucking mind!?” Astarion hissed and pulled back, glaring at the others as Winnie quickly turned away and buttoned up her shirt.  This was so fucking embarrassing! Her pink eyes quickly scanned the area for a hole to crawl inside.

“And here I was worried you were planning on eating our dear friend. Although I suppose I'm technically not wrong….” Gale hummed.

To be continued………

Note From TheChaoticDruid: Just gonna say, the last part was inspired by an infamous Dragon Age Inquisition scene. XD And I was going to try to fit both parts into one, but it just got so long that I decided to cut it in half.

[austinshotbutlers]

The Wedding Date

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister’s wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to your family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is… you don’t have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 3.8k

TW: Mentions of sex but no actual smut, swear words, bad writing? LOL

A/N: AHHHH! My first fic on here! This is based on the 2005 film of the same title. I literally love this film and I love the idea of Hotch posing as your fake boyfriend. Would anyone be up for a part 2?

The clock read 18:34. You should have finished 34 minutes ago. Everyone had gone home the minute the clock hit 6, the first day all week that the BAU had finished at a reasonable hour. Yet here you were, staring at the words ‘requested vacation confirmed’ which seemed to taunt you through the screen of your computer. It was all booked now, no going back. There was now no excuse for you not to go to your sister’s wedding next week. You sighed frustratedly before closing the tab and continuing with filing case reports that could definitely be saved for tomorrow but you didn’t want to go home, not just yet.

You typed aggressively at your keyboard. The thought of seeing your ex at your sister’s wedding made you more frustrated by the minute. How could she do this to you? Marry your ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Agree to your ex-boyfriend being the best man when you’re the maid of honour? Your fingers hit the keyboard harder and harder before the ringing of your phone drew you from your thoughts. You picked it up and saw it was your mom. You took a deep breath before answering.

“Hi mom,” you said in your best fake happy voice.

“Hi sweetie! Just checking that your vacation has been approved for the big day.” She said over cheerily.

“Yeah mom its all…” you hesitated. “It’s all been approved and confirmed. You can tell Sarah I’m officially ready for maid of honour duties.”

“Oh that’s perfect.” Your mom said with a hint of relief in her voice. “I thought that silly job of yours would try and deny your vacation.”

You rolled your eyes as she once again ridiculed your job. She hated the idea of you chasing serial killers and rapists and every other sick bastard out there. She much preferred the idea of you having a more traditional 9-5, like your younger sister who was oh-so-perfect. Your mom was never a fan of your interest in murder and psychology and profiling when you were in high school. She was even less of a fan when she found out you were doing criminology and psychology at college. Then, when you went on to get your job working for the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit, she expressed a dislike towards your career path choice but she did try to be interested in your work.

“Anyway, I just had some questions about your plus one.” Your mom said, getting back on track to the wedding. “Am I right in thinking you’re not bringing anyone?”

Before you could even think and stop yourself, the words came flying out of your mouth. “No mom… I’m actually bringing my boyfriend.”

‘Boyfriend?! What boyfriend?’ You frantically thought as you ran a hand through your hair.

“Oh honey, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” Your mom sounded surprised. “Shall I add him to the guest list then?”

“Yes! Well, actually I need to check he can still come and I’ll get straight back you. Bye mom!”

“Oh…ok, bye sweetie” she said before you immediately hung up.

You put the phone down onto the desk and whispered ‘oh god’ under your breath. What were you going to do? How were your going to magically find a boyfriend to take to meet your family in less than a week? You stood up abruptly and turned around to be face to face to none other than Aaron Hotchner.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “How much of that did you hear?” ***

Hotch signed his last case file report for the night and looked out his office window to see you sat at your desk. That stern look of concentration on your face that he found adorable as you typed at your computer. The rest of the team had gone home nearly 40 minutes ago yet you were still here. Why were you still here?

He turned back to his desk and started filing away the forms he had been reading and signing nearly all day and then turned to his computer to check his last few emails for the day. One in particular caught his eye that read your name in bold capitals. He clicked on it curiously and skimmed the contents which highlighted that you had been granted 5 days vacation time.

‘It’s good,’ he thought to himself as he packed away his papers and shut his computer down. You never used your vacation days so he’s glad you’re actually taking a break for once. He picked up his coat and headed towards the door of his office. He opened it and flicked the light switch of his office off and began walking down the stairs into the bullpen.

“No mom. I’m actually bringing my boyfriend.” Hotch heard you say into your phone and he faltered in his steps. ‘Boyfriend?’ He questioned. You had never mentioned a boyfriend before. He watched as you ran a hand through your hair, something you only do when you’re stressed or frustrated he noticed.

“Yes! Well, actually I need to check he can still come and I’ll get straight back you. Bye mom!” You said very quickly and hung up the phone. You placed the mobile device down onto your desk and paused before standing up and beginning to get ready to go home. You began to turn around and Hotch panicked. He had no time to move before you were standing face to face.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed. “How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough to know you’re taking your boyfriend somewhere.” He replied and you cringed. “I’m sorry,” Hotch continued. “I really didn’t mean to intrude on your phone call.”

“Hotch it’s fine. Honestly!” You said to him and you could visibly see the tension leave his body. “It’s just a shame said boyfriend doesn’t exist.” You added. Oh god, were you really about to spill your guts to your boss?

“I’m sorry?” Hotch replied with a hint of confusion in his tone. Your face visibly cringed at his confusion and Aaron felt his heart squeeze a little at how adorable it was.

“I uh… I don’t actually have a boyfriend. I’ve just said it to make everyone think I’m seeing someone without thinking about the consequences.” You said and you watched Hocth’s eyebrows raise which prompted you to go on. “I can’t believe I’m telling you all this. I really shouldn’t be burdening you with my inability to face my ex at my sister’s wedding.”

Now Aaron was really intrigued. “You can tell me but don’t feel like you have to. I know better than anyone that sometimes we want to keep personal matters to ourselves and away from work.”

You smiled at him, just his voice calming your nerves as you prepared to tell him everything. “So my ex is the best man at my sister’s wedding next week and I haven’t seen him in nearly two years. The day he dumped me, everyone thought he was going to propose and instead of a diamond ring, I ended up with a broken heart.” You cringed at your own words. “Sorry that was so cliché but I’m just dreading seeing him there and with his new girlfriend too. I don’t want him to see me still single, I don’t want him to see I haven’t moved on.”

Aaron listened intently to what you had to say. How could anyone dump you? You were beautiful, intelligent, funny. You were just perfect.

“My family haven’t mentioned him much, they all know it’s a fragile situation but just then, on the phone to my mom, her assuming I didn’t have a plus one just made me snap and before I could stop myself, I was telling her I was bringing a boyfriend.” You collapsed back down onto your desk chair, defeated. “And now I have to find someone to be my boyfriend.”

Aaron didn’t think, which was unusual for him, before he said “I’ll do it.”

You looked at him in shock. “What?”

He suddenly realised what he just said and hesitated before continuing to say “I’ll come to the wedding with you.”

“Hotch… no I couldn’t ask that of you.” You replied shaking your head. “You can’t leave Jack for 5 days. Also will you be able to get the time off? No I really can’t let you do this.”

“Y/N,” Aaron interrupted you. “I’m happy to help.”

You paused to think about it… it definitely would be you best option considering your predicament. But could you really spend 5 days with your boss pretending to be a couple? Your stoic, grumpy, handsome boss who you most definitely have a stupid, school girl crush on. You looked back up at him and locked your eyes with his before the word ‘Ok’ left your lips.

“Ok, lets do it. You pretend to be my boyfriend and I will spend the rest of my time at the BAU making it up to you.” You joke.

Aaron laughs lightly. “You don’t have to make up for anything. I want to help you out.”

***

You quickly unlocked the front door to your apartment and threw your bag down as you entered. You were now a woman on a mission. A mission to find the biggest wine glass in your apartment. You cracked open a new bottle of wine and poured a tall glass, drinking almost all of it in one gulp. What the hell had you just agreed to do? You grabbed your phone and texted the one person who you knew you could tell.

7: 48PM | Y/N L/N: SOS!!! Just agreed to do something truly insane.

7:49PM | Emily Prentiss: Uh-Oh this doesn’t sound good. What’s up?

7:51PM | Y/N L/N: Hotch may have heard a whole conversation with my mother and to cut a long story short, he is coming to my sister’s wedding pretending to be my boyfriend :/

You awaited Emily’s reply. What the fuck was she going to think?

7:55PM |Emily Prentiss: Sorry, I needed time to process what I just read. What the fuck? Are you actually insane?

7:56PM | Y/N L/N: Today officially confirmed my insanity. How the hell am I going to spend 5 days pretending to be in love with him?

7:58PM | Emily Prentiss: I mean it’s not going to be hard. You’ve been crushing on Hotch for like 6 months now. I’ve also had my suspicions that Hotch liked you and today definitely confirms that Hotch is so in love with you.

You couldn’t believe what Emily had just said, could Hotch really be in love with you? No, surely not.

8:01PM | Y/N L/N: Are you joking? Hotch does NOT have a crush on me. He’s a grown man, he doesn’t have silly crushes. And he said he was doing it to help me and I believe that.

8:03PM | Emily Prentiss: Ok, keep telling yourself that but when you both end up head over heels for one another, don’t get angry when I say I told you so.

You just rolled your eyes at her last text, picking up your wine glass to down the last little sip you had left. Now, you had to call your mom back to tell her the good news that your boyfriend was definitely coming to the wedding. Reluctantly dialling her number, you waited as it rung.

“Hi sweetheart, calling back to tell me your boyfriend is coming?” She asked immediately after answering.

“Yeah I am. He’s all set to come so add him down onto the guest list.” You replied. “I guess we will be seeing you next week then.”

“Don’t sound too excited.” Your mom teased. “I’m excited to meet this boyfriend now.”

“Ok, I better go mom, my…. My dinner is burning.” You lied. “I’ll see you next week, bye.”

Your mom barely had time to mutter the word ‘bye’ before you had hung up. You placed your phone down on the table and picked the bottle of win up, pouring more into your glass. You sipped at it more slowly than your first glass, absentmindedly playing with the hem of your skirt as you nursed the dark red liquid. It was going to be a long week.

***

You saw him standing at the gate as you rushed through the airport terminal to meet Aaron. He appeared to visibly relax the moment he saw you as you rushed frantically through the airport with your carry on slung over your shoulder.

“Shit! Sorry I’m so late!” You exclaimed as you finally reached him. “My alarm didn’t go off and then I lost my boarding pass. Sorry for making you check in and go through security by yourself.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re here now.” He smiled. “Here let me take your bag.” Aaron reached his arm out and took the heavy carry on from your shoulder.

“Oh you really don’t have to carry it for me.” You blushed a little, in awe of how gentlemanly he is. “Thank you though. Are you sure it’s not to heavy?”

Aaron laughed. “Trust me Y/N, it’s fine.” He looked around to the gate and saw people beginning to queue up. “Come on, we better get ready to board.”

“Thank you again for agreeing to do this.” You said to him as you joined the queue. “It’s really helped me out, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course, anything to help a friend in need.” Aaron replied. “So, anything I really need to know before we land in LA?”

“Just that my family are insane.” You joke and Aaron laughed lightly. “But my mom will definitely ask you about 50 questions as soon as she meets you so maybe lets set up our story. Where did we meet?”

“Easy, just tell them how we actually met for the first time.” Aaron said with a smile.

You blush a little remembering your first day at the BAU. “But it’s so embarrassing!”

Aaron laughs as you move up the queue and reach the desk, handing over your boarding passes and passports. The flight attendants speedily checked everything and set you on your way to board the plane. Aaron carefully placed your carry on in the overhead locker before doing the same with his own.

“My parents certainly spared no expense.” You said as you sat down, revelling in the luxury of first class. “I think my dad has paid for all of Sarah’s wedding.” You try to refrain from rolling your eyes.

“Are you looking forward to going home?” Aaron asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

“I guess I’m excited to see my family, it has been nearly two years since I last saw them. After Luke dumped me… I kinda just left everyone in radio silence.” You took a deep breath. “I guess I just needed time to…”

“Heal.” Aaron finished your sentence, a tone of understanding in his voice.

You look him straight in the eyes and see a glimmer of hurt beneath his understanding. “Yeah… I mean we were together 5 years and he just ended it. Just like that.” You sighed before looking away from Aaron. “It’s just been difficult… blah enough of me complaining.” You mentally told yourself off. Who were you to complain? And to Aaron Hotchner of all people. The man who had been through what he had. You needed to stop.

***

Aaron pushed the trolley with all your suitcases piled on through the doors of the airport as you stepped out into the air of LA. You missed spending you summers here, it did feel nice to be home.

“My mom and dad said they’d pick us up. They should be somewhere.” You said to Aaron as you tried to look around for them. Suddenly, you saw them making their way over to the two of you excitedly. “Oh sweet Jesus.” You muttered to yourself.

“Oh my goodness! You’re finally back home!” Your mom squealed as she grabbed you and pulled you into a tight hug. “It’s been too long sweetie. I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Come on now Y/M/N, let me give my daughter a hug.” Your dad said as he tried to pry you from your mother’s suffocating embrace. “How is my buddy?”

You pulled a face at the nickname your dad hadn’t used since you were 12. “Dad I’m not 12 anymore.” You laughed and hugged him back. “I’ve missed you though.”

Aaron watched in awe as your parents made a fuss of you, something he never had when he was growing up but always said he would do for his own children. And once all the excitement had calmed down, both your mom and dad turned to face him.

“Oh my Y/N, he’s very handsome.” Your mom whispered a little too loud.

“This is my boyfriend Aaron.” You smiled as you moved to stand at his side, wrapping an arm round his back as Aaron moved his arm to sit round your waist.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr and Mrs Y/L/N.” Aaron leaned forward to shake your dad’s hand but your mom slapped it away.

“There’s no need for such formalities Aaron!” She said. “It’s lovely to meet you! Although, I didn’t know you existed.” And she yanked Aaron in for one of her suffocating hugs.

“Mom you’re going to scare him away!” You said frustratedly and she let aaron go, letting him come and stand back by your side.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, you all headed to the car. Aaron helped your dad pile all the suitcases in the trunk before he came and joined you in the back of the car, taking your hand in his. The drive was wonderful, being able to take in all the things you missed about LA while living in Washington.

“So Aaron, what do you do?” Your dad asked as he drove.

“I work at the BAU with Y/N. I’m the Unit Chief.” He replied, your hand still held tightly in his.

“Does that mean you’re her boss?” Your mom interjected.

“I am the leader of the BAU team but there are more people above me such as our Section Chief. But technically yes, I suppose I am Y/N’s boss.”

“Trust me though when I say no favouritism goes on in the BAU. He still bites my ass off if I step out of line.” You joke and your parents chuckled.

The conversation flowed well between your parents and Aaron, much to your relief and before you knew it, your dad was pulling into your driveway. You smiled as you took in your family home that you had missed.

“Home sweet home.” Your dad said as he turned the engine off and the unanimous sound of seatbelts unbuckling filled the car. You all began to climb out and Aaron immediately started lifting the bags out the trunk. You walked round to help him and cringed seeing all your suitcases.

“For someone who always has the smallest go bag, you packed a lot for this trip.” Aaron laughed as he placed down your last suitcase.

“Yeah I may have overpacked just a little.” You giggled and settled on carrying the smallest of all your bags into the house. Both you and aaron trekked up the stairs to your bedroom which you hadn’t stayed in in years.

“Wow mom. You really didn’t change a thing huh?” You muttered as you looked around the childhood bedroom. Pink walls blasting in your face, a Top Gun poster of the shirtless volleyball scene, magazine cuttings of Madonna in the 90s and a random A3 poster of George Clooney in his scrubs from ER. Aaron placed the last of the bags down and took in the obnoxiously decorated room.

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to profile me based on my ill-taste in room decorating.” You laughed and Aaron laughed with you.

“It’s… it’s just not what I was expecting.” He said, once again looking around.

“And what were you expecting Agent Hotchner?” You teased.

“I guess I’m just shocked by the hot pink walls. I might have to put my sunglasses on.”

You lightly punched his arm which Aaron found adorable. “Shut up. It’s not that bright.” You rolled your eyes.

Suddenly, your phone buzzed and you picked it out your pocket.

3:36PM | Emily Prentiss: How’s it going? I’m guessing you’re in LA now.

You turned slightly so Aaron couldn’t see your phone even though he was busy unpacking.

3:38PM | Y/N L/N: It’s going surprisingly well. Everything has gone well with my parents. Only downside is that I’m having to subject Aaron to my awfully decorated room.

3:39PM | Emily Prentiss: Oooh it’s Aaron now is it?

3:41PM | Y/N L/N: Oh shut up. I have to go because we have to get ready for my sister’s engagement party. Kill me now. Hopefully I don’t see he who must not be named.

3:42PM | Emily Prentiss: Good luck and if in doubt, just make out with Hotch… or should I say Aaron?

You shook your head at her last text. Emily was loving your predicament a little too much. You turned back to Aaron, who was still busy unpacking, and your cheeks flushed a little at just how good he looked in his polo shirt, his arms flexing as he moved a suitcase. He then caught you looking at him.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

You snapped out of your school girl crush haze and focused your full attention to his questions. “Yes! Just my sister checking in, making sure we’re here and getting ready for the engagement party.”

“What time is the party?”

“5:30! So we have just under two hours to get ready. God, I better start unpacking to hunt down my dress and makeup.” You groaned.

As you began unzipping your cases and searching for everything you needed for the night, thoughts flooded your head.

Was this façade crazy? Yes. Yes it was.

Will this engagement party go smoothly? Probably not.

Is Luke still going to be a total dick? Oh most definitely.

Are you going to fall in love with Aaron?

‘Am I going to fall in love with Aaron?’ You thought once more and looked back over at him, sorting out his suit for tonight. Taking so much care to not disturb any of the clutter in your room, giving you the space you need to get ready, being just so… Aaron Hotchner, so perfect…

You were so fucked.

***

Part Two

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The Lost Sister - Part 6

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: I couldn't resist posting this so close to the other part. I'd say I'm sorry for the slight cliff hanger.... But I'm not. Also I've started writing some of the stuff around threshing, what do you guys think Ophelia's signet should be? What dragon will she have? Also what should we make Garrick's signet? I've seen a few theories on his being pain due to his dragons name, and honestly kinda leaning towards it. As per usual if you want to be on the tag list let me know! And if you guys have any prompts or ideas for small little one off stories/one shots, please pop them in my asks! Would love to give some other ideas a go. Probably leaning more towards our rebellion boys (Xaden, Garrick, Bodhi and Liam), but happy to give some others a go.

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Garrick leans against the wall at the end of the bed, his hazel eyes watching me like a hawk. He hadn’t take his eyes off me since scooping me off the floor. I’m a little disappointed he managed to put a shirt on before bringing me here. I could have used the view while the healer works at cleaning the blood off my face and mending my nose. Every time I flinch or wince as the healer works, I swear I see Garrick’s hand twitch as if wanting to reach out and stop her. The healer walks away to get me some healing balm to take with me to help the last of my nose heal and to help with any bruising that may decide to show up. As she rounds the corner, Garrick pushes off the wall and pulls up a chair next to my bed. He reaches up and tilts my head towards him with his right hand. His eyes assessing my face and the work the healer has done. When he’s satisfied I’ve been healed adequately his eyes meet mine. His hand still lingering on my face.

”You two really did a number on each other.” He says with a chuckle.

”You finally going to tell me what the hell is up with you and Imogen.” I say more aggressively that I intend.

Garrick flinches at my words and his moves his hand from my cheek to his lap as he looks down and starts to fidget with this hands. Some of his dark curls falling in front of his eyes. Definitely not the response he was expecting from me.

“I promise you there is nothing going on-”

”Bullshit.” I spit out cutting him off mid sentence.

He looks up at me shocked and almost scared. Something I can safely say I’ve never seen from Garrick towards me. Granted I don’t think I’ve used that kind of tone towards him before in the entire time I’ve known Garrick, which is pretty much my entire life. He hangs his head and goes back to fidgeting with his hands, the chair creaking under his weight as he moves around. Clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

“For me there’s nothing going on with her. We hooked up a few times, but that was it.” He admits, his shoulders sagging with the confession before looking back up at me with sad eyes that almost plead forgiveness from me. “But I made it clear I wanted nothing serious. But it is becoming clear those hook ups meant more to her than just something casual.”

”You never struck me as the casual hook up type.” I admit to him.

He slowly nods in agreement before looking away again, intently focused on his hands again. “Honestly I’m not. But there are times while you are here where you just need someone. And the person I needed. The person I wanted more than just a casual hook up with.” His eyes flick up to mine, and I swear my heart stops as if I know what’s coming. “Well I kind of thought they were dead till recently.”

His words come out so quietly I barely hear them. But I do. My heart rate starts to pick up as his words sink in and silence falls around us as we just stare into each others eyes. There is no doubt that Garrick meant me. It’s not like anyone else has come back from the dead recently. Garrick who I spent most of my child hood and teenage years crushing over, has just confessed they feel the same way and all I can do is sit here and stare at him like a deer about to get torched by a dragon. And I’m sure my face probably looks similar to that deer right now. His words start to sink in as he stares at me hopefully. His eyes pleading at me to say something. Say anything back to him. But I can’t. All I can do is stare at him in shock, despite wanting to hear this exact confession from him for years.

At that moment the healer comes back with the healing balm, completely oblivious to the tension in the small closed off area. “Here you go lovely, just apply it to any bruising as it appears.” She says sweetly as she hands it to me.

I tear my gaze from Garrick as I stand and take the healing balm from her, before quickly walking out of the room. I hear the chair Garrick was sitting on scrape against the floor. As soon as I’m out the door I take off. I vaguely hear Garrick call my name as I run back to the riders quadrant.

Part 7

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Package Deal

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: So this idea came from me wanting to venture out and do something special for pride month. Leave it to me to get it out right at the end of the month lol. As a bisexual hopeless romantic, the premise just kind of hit me and I just rolled with it. It's my first ever femxfem piece, but I hope it turned out good. I may possibly do a second part to this if I feel like it later down the road if people want that. Anyways, I hope you guys like this one! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Tsireya x Fem!Metkayina!Reader x Lo'ak

Warnings: Unrequited Love?, Secret Crush, Jealousy, Angst, Throuple Dynamic, Smut, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Dry Humping?, Praise Kink if you squint, I think that's it.

Word Count: 4k

Summary: You're forced to confront your secret crush on your best friend when her attention starts to drift elsewhere.

There was no one you loved more than Tsireya. She had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. She has been your constant. She is always here with you. There was not a time before her and there will never be a time after her. She was your person. Your Reya. You were convinced that there was not a force strong enough on this planet to come between the two of you.

Even as the two of you grew and matured and males started looking at the two of you as potential mates, anyone who approached you had to know that this was a package deal. Tsireya would always be number one in your heart and vice versa. There was no one else worthy of her love.

Boys came and went, but you were here with her forever. When the next stupid boy would come along and inevitably break her heart, you would be here with open arms waiting for her to melt in your warm embrace. “Forget about that asshole, Reya. You still got me and I’m not going anywhere.”

At least, that was how it was supposed to work.

The arrival of the Sully family completely threw everything off. Specifically, Lo’ak. You saw the way he looked at Tsireya when they first landed. Of course, he’d be enthralled by her beauty. Who wouldn’t be? But what you weren’t ready for was the way she looked back at him. There was no way she was serious. But she was. No matter. This one will end soon enough just like all the others and it would be just you and her together against the world again. The way it was supposed to be.

You had convinced yourself that even though Lo’ak was clearly taken with Tsireya, she was only being friendly towards him. It was strictly platonic. It only makes sense. She has the responsibility of helping train him and his siblings and it just makes sense to be hospitable. That’s all it was.

But slowly, over the passing months, it became harder and harder to convince yourself. Tsireya started finding less and less time for you and more and more time for Lo’ak. Early morning walks were spent hand-in-hand with him. She would sit with him at meals listening intently to whatever nonsense he was spewing. And training, that was the worst. They were always so touchy with each other. The way his hand would rest a little too close to her inner thigh when he rode on the back of her ilu and the way her face would flush at the contact. It made your stomach churn.

“Easy. What did the spear do to you?” Ao’nung joked next to you while you aggressively sharpened your weapon. True enough, it threatened to snap in your grasp at any moment. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and tossed it to the ground. He huffs out a sigh, “You know, you make yourself so obvious.”

Your head whips around to him, “How do you mean?”

“I mean that it is clear to anyone with half a brain that you are completely in love with Tsireya and you’re jealous that she’s taken a liking to the forest freak.”

Heat spreads through your cheeks at his astute observation. “You’re being ridiculous. I just don’t think he’s good enough for her. And as her best friend, I just want the best for her.” “That’s bullshit. You don’t think anyone is good enough for her because they’re not you. You don’t just ‘want the best for her’, you think you are the best for her.”

“You know, Ao’nung, you’d do well to mind your own business.” You hurriedly stand and take off down the beach. Right now, you’re not sure which upset you more, watching Tsireya let Lo’ak be all over her, or the fact that Ao’nung had you totally figured out. He was right. You had been caught in Tsireya’s undercurrent for years and you were more than happy to drown yourself in her.

But in reality, deep down, you knew. You knew that your feelings were completely one-sided. She had never seen you the way you did her. Her love for you, while it was true and strong, it was purely platonic. That realization hurt more than an arrow straight through the chest.

There had been so many moments you had wanted to tell her how you truly felt. How much you loved her. How you actually loved her. Beg her to give you a chance to prove yourself a worthy and competent mate for her. So many times you had almost let the words slip out when she’d fall into your arms in tears. Almost. But then the fear would smell hope in the air and pounce like the predator it was. And you would cower away from your feelings like prey.

…

Today was the last straw. You’ve had just about all you can take of this. You couldn’t take it when Tsireya had eagerly showed you the arm band she had woven for Lo’ak. The intricate pattern that you just know she spent countless hours perfecting and the beads whose color would have taken hours of searching to find. She had never made anything for anyone but you. The one anklet that you still wore to this day. The one that she had made for you back when you were children and you would have her adjust for you every time you grew too big to fit it anymore. It was special because Tsireya did not make jewelry for anyone else since. And now, here her new gift stared you right in the face gloating. Rubbing sea salt into the still bleeding gash on your heart. You couldn’t take the shy smile on her face as she explained how many times she’d had to restart the project just to get it right. You had taken about as much of this as you could and, finally, you had lost it.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s great, Tsireya. I’m sure he’ll love it. He loves anything you do.” Your words are sarcastic and bitter as they hit her ears making them twitch in confusion.

“What is wrong? You never call me by my name.” it breaks your heart to see the way her face falls, but not more than seeing the trinket still clutched in her hand.

“Just forget it. Go be with your new boyfriend.”

“Why are you acting this way?” you can see the tears starting to well in her eyes. Your heart yearns to reach out and stop them in their tracks, but your ego is too bruised to let you move towards her.

“Me acting this way? What about you? Ever since Lo’ak came into the picture, you’ve completely forgotten about me. About us! He may be infatuated with you, but I actually lo—”

Your brain kicks into autopilot and stops your tongue before you can even register what you were about to say.

Her stare is gentle and once your half confession fully settles into her mind, there’s a flash of what looks like pity. And there it is. The rejection. You knew it was coming, but to see it still hurt all the same. Your eyes drop to the floor and your ears shrink down to your head trying to make yourself look as small as you felt.

“Never mind. Forget I said anything.” You quickly pass her to take off running down the shore.

“Wait!” She calls out after you, but your feet are already set in their mission to carry you away from this situation.

You fucked up. You had utterly destroyed whatever semblance of a relationship you had with Tsireya. There’s no way she doesn’t hate you now. She would go be with Lo’ak and would resign the memory of you to a dark corner of her past that she would soon forget.

You keep running. You’re not sure where to, but you keep going hoping to outrun your heartache. Eventually, your feet slow down and your lungs burn with lack of oxygen. When you finally come to a halt, you’re met with a secluded section of the beach hidden by towering boulders on the shore. You remember this place. You had come here years ago with Tsireya. The day you realized you were in love with her.

You both had come here and decided to braid each other’s hair. The act of braiding someone’s hair felt so inherently intimate. You were initially confused about the full-body chills you felt when her fingers trailed through your loose curls. Her grip was gentle, but firm and the rise and fall of your chest got deeper with each breath. She layed your head in her lap when she finished and simply let her hands stroke your head. Looking up at her in that moment, she looked ethereal. If you had ever doubted the existence of Eywa, this had definitely turned you into a believer. Only an almighty being could create someone so perfect. In that moment when your heart swelled in your chest, you knew.

But that was all over now. Sitting amongst these boulders now brought on only cold, stiff despair. You sink to your knees and you let yourself grieve. Grieve the love that never got the chance to be. Grieve the greatest friendship you had ever known. Grieve the future that would forever be out of your reach. And these rocks bore witness to it all.

“There you are!” you turn to see Tsireya running towards where you sat for what felt like months. Embarrassment and shame burn in your cheeks and you turn your head back away from her. “How did you know where I’d be?”

“I just know you too well.” A small smile plays on her lips until she sees you aren’t buying into it and her smile falls just as easily as it came.

Her hand rests on your cheek and brings your face back to her. “Look at me” her eyes are sad and her tone is cautious. “I love you. You know that.”

“Just not the way that I love you.”

Her ears flatten against her head and her thumb rubs small circles against your cheeks. You let out a deep sigh leaning your face more into her touch. There’s almost no more time to process everything you’re feeling when Tsireya leans forward and presses her lips to yours. You’re unable to do anything but sit there dumb struck when she pulls back. The kiss was quick and sweet and now it feels like all the blood has rushed to your head. You know your face must give away how you’re feeling from how she giggles at your expression.

“Why did you do that? I—I mean, I’m happy. But I’m also really fucking confused.” It feels like the words can’t tumble out of your mouth fast enough.

“You may be skilled, but subtlety has never been your strong suit. I have always known.”

Your eyes go wide in shock and embarrassment. How long has she known? Were you really that obvious? Did Ao’nung tell her? “Wait, but what about Lo’ak?”

She shrugs slightly, “Yes, I love him, but I told him that if we were going to be anything to each other, he would have to accept all of me. And that includes you. You are a part of me and I love you…in every way.”

Her hand grips yours tightly hoping that it will aid you in believing her.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I assumed that you were not ready yet since you didn’t say anything to me either.”

You can’t help but laugh slightly at yourself. You couldn’t really blame her for that.

“So Lo’ak is…okay? Like with this?” you gesture between the two of you hoping that she understands what you actually mean. And the relief you feel when she nods her head is unmatched. You all but throw yourself into her arms and hold her tight trying to cling on to this dream for dear life.

When she laughs, it shakes your body a little. “Are you going to cry?” “No! Shut up.” you lie already feeling the tears gathering on your waterline.

…

The next few weeks feel like a fever dream. Tsireya convinced you to play nice with Lo’ak. You were hesitant to say the least, but when she flashes you those big sad eyes, how are you supposed to ever say no to her? And, you’d never admit this out loud, but you’re glad that you did give him a chance. You were maybe a little over-vigilant the first few days, but he quicky showed how much he actually cares and how respectful he could be. Not only to Tsireya either. Lo’ak would always make it a point to ensure that you were included in activities and conversations. Anything he did for Tsireya, he did for you too. Even the courting gifts. It was a little awkward for you at first. Nevertheless, he would always make sure to bring two of whatever gift he had. It was more than a little sweet.

“I thought you hated my guts. Of course, I was afraid to approach you!” he said with levity dancing through his voice making all of you laugh. Tsireya’s legs were draped across his lap with his hands resting on them and rubbing small circles into her calf. Her head rested in your lap and one of your hands held her cheek which she rested comfortably into.

“Sorry, that is kind of on me. I was not your biggest fan to start with.”

“And what about now?” he cocks his eyebrow at you.

“I guess you’re okay.” You playfully roll your eyes, but Tsireya catches the look on your face.

“Liar! You are blushing!” she teases from under you.

“Reya!” you lightly pinch her cheek and she laughs that adorable little laugh of hers.

When the day comes for you to all be mated, you’re more than a little nervous.

“Um…s-so how do we…I mean like do you—or sh-should we…maybe…” your mind is racing so fast that you can’t seem to pin down a single coherent thought and it shows. “I have no idea how this is supposed to work.” You finally admit. Tsireya squeezes your hand reassuringly and offers you a small smile calming you instantly.

“Listen, you two go have your fun. I’ll join you soon enough.”  Lo’ak suggests and your jaw drops a little while Tsireya’s tail is thrashing happily behind her.

“Are you sure? I mean like I’d love to, but are you sure you’re okay with that?” you almost can’t believe it.

He smirks and shrugs his shoulders a bit, “You guys have been together way before I came along. It just makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Tsireya lifts up on her toes and kisses his cheek. In a show of appreciation, you do the same before whispering a small ‘thank you’.

“Just make sure you both save some energy for me too!” he teases as you walk into the marui and pull the covering over the entrance.

Tsireya is already taking a seat on the mat and you join her and you just take in her beauty.

“I’m a little nervous. I don’t really know what to do.” She admits with her cheeks turning violet. You’re sure your face probably mimics hers, but you decide to take the initiative.

You reach out to cup her face and pull her lips to yours in a tender kiss. She relaxes at your touch and your hands slide down to rest on her waist and pull her closer. Her hands wrap around the back of your neck and her fingers busy themselves tracing up and down your spine. Cautiously, you swipe your tongue along her bottom lip in hopes that she’ll let you in and she does. Her mouth tastes sweet on your tongue. It makes your whole body feel like it’s buzzing. She sighs into the kiss and it makes you feel bold enough to pull her into your lap and she crosses her legs around you. She’s so close, but you still need her closer. Your hands race up and down her body itching to touch every inch of skin physically possible. You finally break the kiss only to trail your lips down her jaw and neck where you suck little hickeys into her flawless skin. Her fingers tangle in your hair and that familiar shiver runs down your back. You move your face and hands to her chest taking in every part of her you can. You clumsily untie her top and discard it across the room so that you can have uninhibited access to her. Your hands grope and squeeze and tease before you give an experimental lick to one of her nipples. She squeaks out a cute little whimper and it may possibly be the most arousing sound you’ve ever heard. Her face is fully flushed looking down at you as you continue to let yourself indulge in her body.

Tsireya starts to grind her hips down into yours searching for friction against her throbbing heat. You shift your bodies so that you can lay her down on her back and she keeps her thighs secure around your waist. Your body seems to work out what to do before your mind as your hips slowly roll into hers and she starts to moan when you hit a certain spot. You’re almost embarrassingly wet at this point feeling her skin all over yours.

“Mmf…please…I need you to touch me there.” Her breathless pleas make your ears twitch and it’s almost comical how quickly you kiss your way down her body until your face is buried between her thighs nipping little love bites into the soft skin on the inside. Tsireya is actually the one who takes it upon herself to raise her hips and slide off her loincloth and all you can do is stare at her awestruck. Your heart skips several beats as you come face-to-face with her core. It’s even prettier than you had imagined in your dreams. Her pheromones are almost overwhelming, but in the best way where you want to suffocate in it. There’s already a small puddle forming on the mat underneath where her slick is dripping out of her.

“Do not stare. It’s embarrassing.” She says trying to hide her blush behind her hands. You never thought you could love Tsireya any more than you already did, but right now, seeing her like this…you are irredeemably in love with her and shamelessly horny for her. You start with small kitten licks here and there trying to gauge her reactions. Small whimpers jump from her throat, but when you drag the flat of your tongue over her clit, a loud moan spills over and her eyes close savoring the feeling. That’s it. You drag your tongue up the length of her pussy and wrap your lips around her clit and suck lightly. Her hands immediately shoot down to hold your hair while her head falls back. You groan letting her arousal coat your tongue and watch her chest heave with her panting breaths. Her fingers tighten at the root of your hair and her hips start to grind into your face covering your nose and mouth and chin in her essence. One of your fingers covers itself in her slick and probes at her entrance. You slowly sink your digit into her and there’s just barely enough room for your finger inside of her tight heat. You’re almost worried that you hurt her when you curl your finger up and she cries out, but her half-lidded eyes staring down at you tell you otherwise.

“Ma precious Reya, so sweet” the desire is thick in your voice. Even after the countless nights that you dreamed of this moment, it doesn’t even come close to the reality. All the sweet noises she makes and your name dripping from her lips like honey makes your body feel like fire.

Your thumb brushes over her clit and you can feel how her walls clench around your finger at the contact.

“Ah! I think I’m gonna…” you don’t even let her finish her thought when you attach your lips to her clit again and suck on it lightly still stroking your finger in and out of her. This throws her over the edge. Her back bows and her muscles contract as her release washes over her. Her clit throbs in your mouth and you can feel her dripping down your finger while she rides out her orgasm.

Her body finally relaxes and you pull your finger out of her. It’s only when you sit back on your heels that you notice how you’re soaking through your own loincloth. Tsireya sits up on her elbows and her eyes fall to the giant wet spot between your legs. Your thighs squeeze together suddenly feeling very self-conscious under her gaze. Her face melts into pure seduction as a smirk plays at her lips. Now you look like a deer in headlights watching the sway of her tail while she crawls over to you. You’ve never seen such an expression on her and it’s threatening to make your brain short circuit.

Tsireya claims your lips with hers and uses this opportunity to undo the knot still holding your loincloth on your hips. “This needs to go right now” she says against your mouth finally getting it off you and throwing it somewhere behind her that you can’t bring yourself to care about in this moment. A gentle hand on your chest urges you to lay back as she eyes your figure. You can tell that she’s nervous about doing well from the way her left ear twitches back and forth without the right one doing the same. It’s always been a tell that she’s had. Regardless of whatever nerves she’s feeling, she sinks her head between your legs and starts lapping at your drenched folds. A deep sigh leaves your lips somewhere between relief and need. Her eyes flash up to your face when she licks your clit and your body jolts from the stimulation. It’s too much to see her watch you writhe in pleasure under her. And the way her lips and tongue move along your pussy—oh, Eywa, you would never guess that this was her first time doing this. Or maybe, after all these years, she just knew you that well. Whatever the case was, it was working wonders.

“A-ah…Reya…” your hands rest on top of hers that held your thighs open and your eyes roll until you find the unending blackness behind them.

The knot deep in your stomach is already dangerously close to snapping. You hadn’t realized just how close to cumming you already were just from eating her out, but now she’s about to tumble you right over that edge and you’re more than happy to fall right into your orgasm. You cum with a loud, unrepentant moan and her name in a never-ending string on your tongue. Stars spot your vision by the time you start to come down and Tsireya watches your erratic breathing slowly calm itself while resting her cheek on the inside of your thigh.

A large lopsided grin sits on your face reveling in the bliss of the moment. You silently swear that you’ll never complain about a single thing in life ever again.

“Was that good?” she sheepishly asks you and your hands bring her face up to yours.

“That was fucking amazing, Reya.” She giggles against your lips when you kiss her again.

“Can I finally come play too?” Lo’ak’s voice breaks through the marui and you release Tsireya. You both turn to look at him and you’re all a little surprised when you’re the one to extend your hand out to him.

“Get in here, skxawng.” A grin flashes across his face before he steps in and lets the flap close behind him.  

[footprintsinthesxnd]

You’re My Girl

Rhett Abbott x reader

Synopsis: Rhett has always been stubborn and will stop at nothing to ride at the rodeo even with an injury. But after a fight with his wife leads to her being injured Rhett realised what is more important to him.

Warnings: mentions of injury, swearing, couples fighting, descriptions of hospitals

“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS?” Rhett shouted, shoving his chair harshly under the wooden kitchen table. “YOU’RE KIDDING ME!”

“Rhett, please just listen. I didn’t…”

“You didn’t what? You can’t ask me to not ride. You know how much this means to me.” Rhett sighed, running his hand through his unruly brown locks, “when we got married you promised you’d support me in everything. You promised and…”

“I DO SUPPORT YOU, RHETT!” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face, your voice hoarse from arguing with your stubborn husband. Rhett had injured his back hauling bales in the barn but refused to back out of the rodeo on Friday. You loved your husband dearly but he was stubborn as hell when he wanted to be and this was one of those times. Rhett paced back and forth in front of the table, his boots hitting the wooden floor aggressively. You knew you were pushing your luck but you desperately wanted Rhett to rest up. He’d been on strong pain medication from the doctor so he could get out of bed in the morning but he wouldn't stop. How was he expecting to ride a bull? You stood from your seat, rounding the table and coming face to face with him. “Rhett, please. I’m not trying to hold you back, I’m trying to help you. Your back has had you in agony all week. Please just miss this one out, rest up for the week and maybe you can ride the following week. I love you and I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Rhett glared at you as you reached towards him but he stepped back, holding his hand up to stop you. “I need this win and you know that better than anyone. I can’t believe you’d ask this of me.” He grabbed his hat from the table and stormed out the front door. You watched as the door ricocheted into the wall with a loud thud. Sinking back into your chair, your heart sunk and you finally allowed yourself to cry, shoulders shaking as you released the sob you’d been suppressing. You’d always hated arguing with Rhett, it wasn’t that his temper scared you, he was known for being fiery, you just hated seeing him hurting. The footsteps shuffling behind you made you turn as Perry and Cecila poked their heads around the corner, looking at you expectantly. You just shook your head, watching as your tears fell onto the table, seeping into the wood like the ink on the pages from the love letters Rhett had sent you. He’d always write you a little note before each of his rides, telling you how much he loved you. It was how he’d proposed. He wrote you a note and told you to read it when he’d won and as the scores came up on the board you’d read it, ‘will you be my girl?’ You had looked up over the crowds of heads to where Rhett stood in the arena, ring box in hand as he shouted, “so what’s your answer, Darlin’.” You smiled at the memory. Those had been happier days when everything was less stressful. Now you had to worry about the Tillerson’s advances on Abbott land, the fact that Perry had killed Trevor, the fact that your husband was on a suicide mission, let alone the secret you’d been keeping for weeks. Cecilia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You did everything you could, my Rhett’s stubborn sometimes. He will never learn.”

“But what if it’s not enough,” you wailed, looking helplessly at your mother-in-law. “What if it’s not enough?”

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The rodeo arena was packed when you arrived and you struggled to find a seat where you could all sit. In the end, Perry had to balance Amy on his knee while you and Cecilia squished on either side of him. You wanted to see Rhett before he rode but Cecelia advised you against it.

“You know how he gets when he’s like this. There ain’t no good trying to talk him out of it.” She was right of course, she was his mother after all but you could help the growing discomfort in your stomach as you wait for him to ride. Royal had gone down to see him and you could see the two men talking. Rhett looked uncomfortable and Royal kept trying to support his son but in true Rhett fashion, he pushed the help away. You fiddled with the sleeve of your jacket nervously, watching as more and more people flooded into the already packed arena. By the time Rhett was ready to ride you were a nervous wreck, palms sweating and heart racing. You’d had to stop yourself multiple times from getting up to tell the judges that Rhett was injured and couldn’t compete but you knew if you did that he'd never forgive you. You watched as the bull hurtled out into the arena, throwing your husband around like a rag doll. Perry gripped your hand tightly and you squeezed it in return as a thank you. He knew how stressed you felt when Rhett rode and although he was generally awkward around you he always tried to comfort you in times like these. As the buzzer sounded you let out the breath you’d been holding, relieved that his first ride of the night was over. Cecelia went to grab some drinks, while Perry and Amy chatted amongst themselves. You got up from your seat, moving down to the metal railings to try and catch another glimpse of Rhett. He was talking to one of the other riders but you could tell by the way he was standing that his back was causing his pain. You were so caught up in what Rhett was doing that we didn’t see the loose bull come charging out into the crowds. People were shouting, pushing and shoving to escape the animal's wrath. The crowd swarmed towards you, shoving you harshly against the railings. Pushing with all your might you freed yourself, tripping and falling into the dust below with an almighty crack, your arm bent underneath you as your head connected with the ground. Searing pain shot up your arm, burning through you as you gasped for air. It was complete agony. Your arm hung limply at your side as you rolled over, avoiding people’s footsteps and propping yourself up against the railings. You could hear the Bullfighters herding the bull back into the chute, thudding hooves against the rough ground and shouts of men filling the evening sky. You blinked, trying to focus on your surroundings but the pain caused your mind to fog, eyes blurry as you tried to make out your surroundings. Somewhere in the distance, you could hear Rhett’s voice calling your name. You called out to him weakly, willing him to find you. The blurry figure approached you, kneeling and grabbing your face in their hands. You knew it was Rhett, even without seeing him you knew. Your body responded to his touch and you tried to sit forward but he held onto you, stilling your movements. Rhett's voice was full of anxiety as he spoke to you, his voice wavering as he tried to keep his emotions at bay. He pulled you into his lap cradling you close to his chest as he whispered to you comfortingly. “It’s ok, Baby Girl I’ve got you Darlin’. It’s gonna be ok.” You could hear him shouting frantically to Perry and the second set of legs appeared next to you. Everything was muffled and the pain in your arm only progressed until it was blinding, everything was growing darker and all you could hear was Rhett’s voice fading into the distance.

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Rhett had never been so scared in his whole life when he saw you collapse against the railings as the crowds of people pushed past. He’d run like his life depended on it, bringing you into his arms and cradling you against him. You had a large gash on your forehead and you held your arm against you, whimpering softly as he maneuvered you into a more comfortable position. Everything had happened so fast and before he knew it you were led in the backseat of Perry’s truck heading to the nearest hospital, his final ride completely forgotten. You looked so pale and Rhett felt helpless as you lay unconscious in his arms. Cecilia had ordered him to keep pressure on the cut on your head and the bleeding had now slowed. His mother had given him a small smile before he got into the truck. “She’ll be ok Rhett, she’s a fighter.” Those words circled around Rhett’s head as he watched your lifeless frame. Rhett shouted at Perry to drive faster which caused his brother to run three red lights and nearly got them killed crossing a junction. ——————————————————————————

The hospital was quiet when they arrived and a nurse ushered them straight into a room where Rhett placed you carefully onto the crisp white sheet. You looked as sickly pale and Rhett gulped audibly, trying to control his ragged breathing. The on-call doctor soon arrived and began asking questions but Rhett couldn’t concentrate, his brown eyes stayed fixed on your feeble frame. Perry spoke to the doctor but all his words jumbled into one, the harsh beeping of the heart monitor, the chatter of the doctor and Perry, and the buzzing, flickering light above your bed all blurred into white noise. Perry had to all but drag Rhett out of your room. “You gotta let the doctors do their work, Rhett. You're no good to her now.”

In the waiting room, Rhett sank into the squeaky chair. It had been well used with rips and the leather flaking and Rhett wondered how many family members had sat in this waiting room, just waiting for the news of their family. How many people had cried and mourned, how many had celebrated? Rhett had always wondered what it must be like sitting in the waiting room, wondering how people had felt. He had never been on this side of an accident, normally it was him led in that hospital bed while you sat here fretting. He hated that he’d put you through this feeling time and time again.

The room was no bigger than the hay barn of the ranch and was well-lit with fluorescent strip lights hanging from the ceiling. Rhett's adrenaline from the evening was dimming and he could feel his eyes trying to slip closed but between the bright lights and Perry’s leg tapping incessantly against the floor he had little hope of the rest he was seeking. It felt like an eternity before the doctor appeared in the doorway, white coat on and clipboard in hand. “Mr Abbott?” The tall elderly doctor asked. Rhett could tell by his uninterested tone that he’d been doing this for years, he didn’t even bother looking up from his notes. “Your wife sustained a transverse fracture to her right arm, several broken ribs and she has a concussion.” He continued reeling off medical jargon that left Rhett staring blankly at him, trying to comprehend the complex terminology. “She will be fine and the baby looks to be fine too.” Rhett’s heart stopped. The baby? The doctor left swiftly, leaving Rhett staring into the abyss.

“Rhett, you good?” Perry placed a hand on his brother's shoulders, watching as he swayed a little, with the adrenaline gone and the shock of the news Rhett’s knees buckled and Perry steered his brother back towards the chair. Rhett’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to regain his composure, trying to calm his nerves before facing you. How did this happen? Rhett knew very well how it happened. After his last rodeo win, he snuck with you to his truck. He always felt horny after a win but this time it was different, you were just as mad for him as he was for you. Rhett thought back to that passionate night, windows steamed, naked frames pressed together, your soft whimpers as he pounded into you seeking his release. Rhett’s face was a little flushed when he looked back up at his brother. “I’ve gotta see her.” With that he stood, taking long strides across the room and out into the hallway.

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As Rhett entered the room he couldn’t help the tears that pricked his blue eyes. You were sat up in bed, plum-coloured bruises littering your face, stitches placed in a neat line along the cut on your forehead and your right arm balanced in a sling. Due to having broken ribs, the expansion of your chest was feeble, but you still gave your husband a small smile.

“Rhett,” you whispered and he was by your side in an instant, clutching tightly onto your left hand. “Oh god Baby Girl, I’m so sorry.” Rhett could feel pressure building behind his eyes as the tears threatened to fall. He tried to blink them away and stay focused on you, but the tears trickled down his face regardless. You could tell he was doing his best to keep his emotions at bay. He was trying to be strong for you like he always did.

“It’s not your fault,” your voice was weak and croaky and Rhett instantly reached to give you a glass of water which you accepted and drank gratefully.

“This should never have happened. It’s my damn fault, if I hadn't been so stubborn we wouldn’t have even been there and you would have been ok.” Rhett was trying to reason with you but you just shook your head.

“No, I’m the one who should be sorry, Baby. I never want you to feel like I’m holding you back, I only want what’s best for you and I want you to be safe.” You were crying now too so Rhett perched on the edge of your bed, pulling you close as you cried into his shirt. “Shh, don’t cry Darlin’, it’s all gonna be ok.” Rhett couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the baby. It was such a foreign thought to him. A baby. You were having a baby and he would be a father. Ever since you two had started dating you both knew you wanted a family, but after several years of marriage and nothing to show for it, Rhett had assumed that it wasn’t on the cards for you both and he’d accepted that. He was just glad that he had you. When you composed yourself a little, you pulled away to face your husband. “I’m so sorry… I d-didn’t tell you about the b-baby,” you stuttered, still trying to catch your breath from crying.

“It’s ok, Baby Girl, it’s ok. I was just a little surprised, that's all.”

“I was going to tell you after you won tonight, well I was going to tell you even if you didn’t win but I knew you’d win,” you laughed lightly, “but then you hurt your back and I was scared you ride and hurt yourself and I’d lose you and be on my own and…” you continued to ramble but Rhett stopped you, pressing his lips firmly to yours. You melted into him, gripping hold of his shirt as he deepened the kiss, cradling the back of your head gently.

“You're never gonna lose me ok, Baby Girl.” You smiled at the nickname he’d given you when you first started dating. “You're my girl, remember.”

“I’m your girl,” you repeated, taking his hand and placing it against your still-flat stomach. “You know soon you might have two girls.” Rhett chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and laying you both back against the hospital bed. “Maybe I will but don’t worry, you’ll always be my best girl.”

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[justinspoliticalcorner]

Steven Beschloss at America, America:

In the last few days, I have received a number of messages from readers who told me they are disengaging. “I am retiring from politics,” one said. “I’m avoiding the news,” said another. And this: “I’m too old for another Trump term and do not want to even see anything political for a long time. Steven, I’ve enjoyed your content, but in order to live to 78 [I’m] going cold turkey on politics.”

I get it. Trump’s emphatic win and Harris’ loss is heartbreaking, especially after all the effort so many of us have made to achieve a different outcome. This defeat is made harder by the awareness of the dark and disturbing days to come with Donald Trump back in the White House. There are many high-profile critics who are wondering about their safety now in a world where Trump fanatics like Steve Bannon echo his leader’s fervor for retribution by promising “rough justice.” It would be a mistake to assume that Trump wasn’t serious with all his violent, vengeance-inciting verbiage. Anyone who assumes the next Attorney General will act with the reluctance and politeness of Merrick Garland toward the ex-president—resulting in his not being held account for inciting a deadly insurrection on Jan. 6—is sorely underestimating Donald Trump’s endless capacity for cruelty, attraction to carnage and hunger to punish anyone who crosses him. But it would be a misfortune if many of us meet the coming months only with fear and reluctance, disengaging from the necessary opposition to Trump’s authoritarian enterprise. That’s what Trump hopes to achieve with his angry, aggressive intimidation.

It’s appalling to see how the billionaires have quickly fallen in line. This arrived yesterday from Washington Post and Amazon owner Jeff Bezos, who spinelessly deep-sixed his newspaper’s endorsement of Kamala Harris: “Big congratulations to our 45th and now 47th President on an extraordinary political comeback and decisive victory,” he posted on what was Twitter. “No nation has bigger opportunities. Wishing Donald Trump all success in leading and uniting the America we all love.” In a normal world, of course, that would read like a warm and magnanimous gesture, not a kowtowing plea from a self-interested businessman who fears the consequences of crossing Trump. And he was not alone.

Meta/Facebook owner Mark Zuckerburg, who’s been threatened with prison by Trump, posted this on his social media site, Threads: “Congratulations to President Trump on a decisive victory. We have great opportunities ahead of us as a country. Looking forward to working with you and your administration.” So again: I get it if you’re feeling utterly discouraged and doubtful if you should stay involved. If the billionaires are rolling over, why should anyone take any risks? That’s understandable, especially in the wake of this awful defeat, and a reason why some of us will choose to disconnect. But I urge you to take to heart the closing words of President Joe Biden yesterday in graciously accepting the election’s outcome: “Setbacks are unavoidable, but giving up is unforgivable…We are going to be OK, but we need to stay engaged.” I also urge you to listen to every word of Kamala Harris’ concession speech Wednesday from Howard University (you can watch it here). I was particularly interested in her guidance as we look forward.

“While I concede this election,” she said, “I do not concede the fight that fueled this campaign—the fight for freedom, for opportunity, for fairness and the dignity of all people. A fight for the ideals at the heart of our nation, the ideals that reflect America at our best. That is a fight I will never give up.” She also talked about not giving up the fight for reproductive freedom, for protecting our schools and streets from gun violence, and for democracy, the rule of law and equal justice. “And we will continue to wage this fight in the voting booth, in the courts and in the public square. And we will also wage it in quieter ways: in how we live our lives by treating one another with kindness and respect, by looking in the face of a stranger and seeing a neighbor, by always using our strength to lift people up, to fight for the dignity that all people deserve.” We will need to hear more thoughts like this as Trump and his enablers drag us through their world of hostility and degradation. The vice president made a particular plea to young people, including students in the audience from Howard, a historically Black university: “To the young people who are watching, it is OK to feel sad and disappointed. But please know it's going to be OK…Don’t ever give up. Don’t ever stop trying to make the world a better place…the fight for our country is always worth it.”

[...] I will not give up the effort to pursue a better, more just, more equal, more democratic, more decent and kind America. It will take plenty of energy and effort to keep clear about what is true and what is false, what is right and wrong, what is normal and what is insane—and to inform myself and you about what’s happening and what we might do about it.

The temptation is there to disengage., but it’s the definitive time to stay in the fight.

[valeheartsdior]

CHANGING

Pairing: Mbappé X Reader

Summary: Arguments with Mbappé always ended up in bed. You got tired of girl’s flirting with him, and he not doing anything about it. You decided to play his game. Where anger turns into lust. A night clubbing turns into a fight with Son.

CW: Jealousy, Fights, Smut, Fingering, Fluff, Crying etc

Every time we went out it was the same thing. A snobby girl come up to Kylian and rubs all up on him and he just lets it happen. Kylian claims because he is a famous soccer player he needs to show them attention and not rub them off. I do understand but when girls literally discard me and disrespect me in-front of my face. Touching his arm hugging him sometimes even stealing kisses, it really makes me feel stupid. When girls kiss him he immediately pushes them away he can’t do anything and again i understand to a certain point. There has been this annoying 22 year old stalking him and its gotten out of control. Ky finds it funny, every time we go into a club or anywhere she is standing there all flirty twirling her hair.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” I groaned as I scrolled through my instagram I saw a post where someone leaked where we were going to be tonight.

“Mbappé are you serious right now.”

“Put an end to this right now or I’ll put an end to us.” I sternly said

“I don’t know who leaked it baby” he threw his hands up in defense. Kylian walked up to me tapping my ass so I could calm down.

“Don’t worry I blocked out anyone who isn’t in the list from coming in.” He smirked

Kylian kissed me and made his way out. It was about 7 in the afternoon I decided to get ready for the night. I went for something flirt and more out of my comfort zone, I wore a short red silky dress with my MACH black bow heels. I felt like such a princess, my makeup was simple some eyeliner, blush, light foundation, and my red lipstick. My black hair was in long blowout curls. The dress I choose to wore was dangerously short, if I bend down my undies would show but who said I was wearing any tonight?

“Change.” Kylian said I walked out of the room heading towards him.

“No. Let’s go now.” I pouted at him hanging from his neck. He smacked my ass as he groped it with the other. I was pretty dramatic and earlier I was mad that someone leaked our location but I am curious to see who will all be there now. If that stalker was there I was definitely going to get my revenge for Kylian let it go this far. Two can play this game.

“You are so stubborn Y/N.”

“I want to rip this little short dress off of you, you don’t want to walk tomorrow right? Should we just cancel this night and make love?” He whispered in my ear while he was kissing my neck.

“S-s-stop” I melted. He always had a way to get to me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door.

I was pretty excited to see the boys. We always go out and have fun together they are always taking care of me. It’s like I have my own security by me at all times. Neymar, Richarlison, Hakimi, Sonny were all in the corner when we got there. Kylian interlocked hands with me as we made our way through the very very crowded dance floor. Music was pounding, people doing lines, girls on top of their partners. I loved being a party person it never bothered me dancing with my friends on the dance floor getting all sweaty. We hugged our friend’s and said our hello’s. Kylian of course pulled me and aggressively kissed me as he gripped my ass. “Be a good girl tonight Y/N.” He warned me biting my lip.

I smirked and grabbed Son’s hand. “Let’s go Sonny.”

“You and I are going to have some fun tonight.” I looked back at Ky who was sipping on a drink staring at me.

“Y/N do you really want to piss him off tonight.” Son chuckled

“I’m tired Sonny I hate feeling like the second option sometimes. If he doesn’t put an stop to this with all the pain in my heart I will have to end this.” I explained as we made ourselves to the bar.

We had shots after shots with random’s from the bar, dancing to the rhythm of the music. I don’t even remember having a boyfriend of from how much fun i was having. I knew he was having fun as well of keeping an eye on me. He didn’t mind since I was with Son. He trusted his friend’s to take care of me as he did with their girlfriend’s. I pulled Sonny dangerously close to my face.

“Let’s dance on the dance floor in the middle.” I cutely asked

He nodded grinning as he grabbed my hand dragging me on the dance floor pushing everyone out the way. I danced dragging my hands all over my body lifting my silky dress just a little to see my upper thigh. Sonny’s eyes were about to pop off from how crazy I was acting it was almost as if wanted his hands to be the ones doing that. I pulled him closer to me so we could be an inch away from each other. Sonny’s eyes were low, lusted, in awe as he watched me turn my back to him getting lower and lower until the beat rose again. I slowly stood up grabbing onto his neck.

“Common pretty boy you look like you’re about to cry.” I giggled. I pulled him kissing his cheek side eyeing to see Kylian with angry eyes staring at us. He got up coming towards us. I rushed Son and I to the bar to avoid the talk he was about to give me. I loved making him angry I knew if I made him angry he would give me angry sex.

“FUCK.” I gasped looking down at my know wet dress. I was nipping you could see how the silky fabric sticked to my boobs.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I looked up and saw the stalker of course, of course it was going to be this delusional bitch.

I punched her so hard across the face every one in the bar stopped what they were doing just to look at the commotion. Son pulled me back and stood in front of me as Kylian rushed to the fight as well. She looked up grabbing her cheek laughing at the reaction she got from me. I fought to get past Sonny but no luck he was taller than I was and bigger too. I instead just looked at Kylian with annoyance.

“Fuck you Mbappé.” I walked away going towards the restroom to clean myself up. Tears were threatening to fall but I refused to cry. I locked myself in the bathroom. I had to be alone I had absolutely no garments underneath and last thing I needed was for someone to take advantage of me as well. I pulled off the dress and began drying it with the hand dryer.

“Thank god this psycho poured champagne on me and not acid.” I laughed shaking my head.

“Y/N baby please are you okay?”

“You’re not hurt anywhere are you?” Silence

“Y/N please.” Kylian stood outside the door pounding like crazy for about 20 minutes until I heard muffled voices. I didn’t pay attention instead I slipped my dress back on and texted Son to come get me, making sure that he didn’t know.

10 minutes pass by I hear pounding yet again. I refuse to open the door unless it’s Son.

“Y/N it’s Sonny baby open the door.” He yelled

“Thank god did he follow you? I’m not ready to go home, take me somewhere else please.” I pleaded

Son nodded and grabbed my hand hiding me behind his big manly body. Once we made it outside I saw a 2 cop cars they were talking to the stalked, I smirked making sure she saw me before I followed Sonny. When we made it to his penthouse it was 4 am. I just wanted to sleep and take off this dress, so I asked son for a shirt and of course he wasn’t going to say no.

“Here. You know I don’t like when you and Mbappé fight right? Yes it was wrong for that girl to be there tonight but it was also wrong of you to leave him at the club wondering how you are or who you are with. In his defense he did block out any outsiders that were not on the list. I don’t know how or when she got you know damn well Mba put a stop to this.” Son said while handing me his T-shirt.

“I know Son. Thank you for being here for me, for being such a good friend to Ky. I apologize for any inconvenience caused by me. I will go back to my pent after I clean up you don’t mind do you?” I softly smiled

He shook his head. “ You were definitely not the inconvenience here my love.” He laughed

I took a shower realizing how childish it was from my part leaving him behind. I loved him with all my heart and it aches me to have him worrying. I put on Son’s shirt which of course was like a mini dress. You could see my boobs. I tried covering them with my arms, knowing Ky he would think something happened here tonight.

“Amour come pick me up. I’m with Son.” A sense of relief washed over Kylian as I told him who I was with.

As soon as I opened the door he looked at me up and down making sure I was in one piece. He gave me a weird look as soon as he saw what I was wearing.

“Don’t worry bro I respect her way to much for anything to happen.” Son chimed in as Kylian gave him a smiling nodd.

I grabbed his face with my palms kissing him. “Im sorry.” I cried

“I was just headed at the moment, I’m sorry.” Tears falling from my face.

He kissed me back rubbing my arms as he closed the door behind us. He took off his jacket putting it over me as he swooped me up bridal style all the way towards the car.

Kylian put his hand on my thigh rubbing it up and down. He missed my skin, my lips, my touch. He rose his hand a little higher until he was at my core. I moaned at his touch, he played with my clit making me shiver.

“Spread your legs Y/N.” I moaned at his command

I did as I was told he pumped three fingers inside me going faster each time I moaned. I grabbed on to the seatbelt crying Kylian’s name. I was reaching my climax my thighs were trembling.

“Mbappé bebe I’m- I’m close!” I cried.

He took his fingers out licking them.

“Get on top Y/L/N.” He ordered pulling his pants down revealing his throbbing dick.

I quickly took off Sonny’s shirt and threw it to the back as I jumped on Kylian’s side rubbing my clit against his member.

“Fuck. You don’t think I saw how you weren’t wearing anything underneath that pretty little dress Y/N?” He pulled my hair to look at him

‘You don’t think I saw how much you wanted Son to bend you over and fuck you, you little whore?”

He bite my bottom lip wanting entrance to my mouth. I moaned nodding, I did want that. I wanted Kylian to bend me over in front of everyone and slap my ass for being a bad girl.

“Bad girl.” He slapped my ass over and over until he slammed his big throbbing dick inside me. I froze. I threw my head back in pleasure grabbing onto the steering wheel so I could ride him better.

“OH oh god! Mbappé fuck me harder please.” I felt my climax getting near. Kylian sucked onto your boob while he took his hand and found your clit harassing it until you came.

His dick throbbed from the amount of cum you just released. He kept ongoing harder and harder you felt his bulge inside you lower stomach.

“FUCK Y/L/N.” He yelled

“I’m going to make you the mother of my kids.” He came inside me as I was holding onto his neck kissing him leaving love marks.

He put his head on the crook of my neck.

“Je t’aime Y/N. Im so sorry for everything.” Latching onto my lips one last time.

A/N : Oh my godddd lol did you guys like it. I really liked writing this. I don’t proof read my writing so I apologize for any misspelling. What other scenarios would you guys like to see? Let me know!

[lexabitxh]

C | Arcángel

summary: God’s righteous angle meets Cas.

perspective: third person

word count: 522

“Who are you?”

The arcángel had questioned her. He has never seen her before; there was something different and disturbing about it.

“What are you?!”

He questioned once again, this time his voice much more demanding and aggressive.

She looked down at Castiel, spreading her white wings, her skin glowing like the moon, as her eyes turned white.

“I am, Y/n. Arcángel and Gauardian of reality. I am everything that was, is and will be.” She said.

Castiel’s expression changed from aggressive to concerned. “I’ve never seen you before. Why make an appearance now?” He asked. “And how do I know you’re telling the truth?” He added.

Castiel stood there before her, watching her take a step closer towards him. Y/n’s expression had changed to serious, putting the fear of God in him, as she had come face to face with him. “Are you questioning your beliefs, Castiel?” She asked.

Cass could feel a knot form in his throat as he was slightly worried. He has come across a lot, but never had he came across an angel he has never known.

“Allow me to show you who I truly am”

She said, touching his forehead as she had shown him glimpse of her true form and everything she has done for centuries since the dawn of time. Once she had shown him, she pulled away and stared at him.

“You…”

She nodded. “I was there to help God created light and darkness” she explained. “I was there to help create the sky and dry lands. The seas and plants. The sun, moon, and stars. I was there for it all.” She told him. “I stood beside him through it all. Until this very moment” she added.

Castiel felt a wave of anger. He pushed her up against the wall, holding her by her blouse. “Why has he abounded us!? Why hasn’t he shown himself to us!?” He yelled. Y/n stared at him, her green eyes soften with peace.

“Without faith there is no God. One must believe in order to please him, because anyone who approaches him must believe that he exists, and that he rewards those who seek him.” She told him.

“Castiel, your time will come when you’ll be able to meet him” she assured. “But as of now, you have a mission here on earth” she told him. “And I’ve been sent here to help you.”

Cass couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but she had restored his hope. He let go of her and backed away as he looked anywhere but her eyes. “I’m sorry… it’s just-” “Don’t apologize, Castiel. It’s all forgiven” she smiled.

“Now, would you kindly show me around? My stay on earth is extended and I’ve heard you’ve adapted well here” she said. Cass smiled a little, “Well I can introduce you to my friends and show you what it means to be a hunter”

Cass was slowly, but surely growing a connection with the arcángel. And with time, he’d grow feelings he never thought would be possible.

A/n: hii, I normally post on Wattpad, but it seems like I’m getting a lot more attention on here. However, if you’d love to head over to Wattpad, my username is lydia29_ . Hope you enjoyed this oneshot. Also, if you know the reference to her powers, you’re a true one.

[luvergirl777]

For All the Multiverses | O’Hara

Pairing | Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Word Count | 7k, not too bad. 

Genre | Smut, kind of enemies to lovers if you squint hard. 

Summary | Miguel is an ass, through and through. There’s almost nothing that can convince you otherwise, the constant nagging, perfectionism, micromanaging, and passive aggressive comments fueling your rage. After a dumb remark, you’re done with him, done with all of it. 

Index | Submissive Miguel, soft dom reader I guess, biting (a bit of blood but nothing too crazy), bickering, dumb fighting, a bit of violence but not too bad (normal spider-people stuff.)

“It’s rude to stare, y’know?” You ask, voice absolutely dripping sarcasm with every single word. You can feel his eyes, your senses tingling throughout your body as his eyes bore into you from the top of his little platform. He’s been easily staring for 10 minutes now, glaring daggers at you as you try to work. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that?” 

He simply lets out a tsk noise, clearly not entertaining your conversation any further. “You should get back to work,” Miguel grunts, and you can practically feel his eyes roll as he turns back around to his projections. You’re not sure why he resents you so much, you’re pretty literally only here to help catch anomalies, literally his sole purpose in life. 

“You should too, you’re supposed to be leading a capture in less than 3 minutes withhh, one sec, Gwen, Peter B, and maybe Jess if you need the backup. Spider-cat is also down to come with Jess if you’d like,” You inform him, once again getting on his nerves without even really trying. Truly, you practically do what Lyla’s designed to do. However, with anomalies popping up more frequently and unpredictability, she needs all the help she can get. 

“I know, I don’t need you to tell me.” Miguel grits out.

“Well, you should get a move on because the rest of the team has been waiting on you for 5 minutes now, but I'm sure you know th-“ 

“Ay mierda,” And before you are able to get another cheap shot in he’s towering over you at your desk, “No micro-managing my mission, got it y/l/n?” his tone is deadly serious, vaguely threatening. Still, you refuse to give in to his constant fear-mongering bullshit, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. If there’s one thing you’re going to do in your time at the spider society, it’s putting Miguel in his place even if it’s just a little. 

“Sir yes sir, Mr O’Hara sir,” You give him a stupid salute, purposely looking dumb to mock him. He leaves with an exaggerated sigh, mumbling something under his breath that you can’t quite catch. You probably don’t want to, you’re sure it’s a string of curses. With a giggle, you immediately turn on your surveillance and begin overseeing the mission. “Lyla?” She pops up in front of you, bubbly and bright as ever. 

“Yes?” She beams, walking around in her little artificial intelligence world. She’s the only other lively thing around here, and you’re grateful for her presence after dealing with Miguel all day. 

“Can I have this mission? Pretty pretty please?? With a cherry on top?” You begin to beg, pressing your hands together and shaking them towards her to see. 

“Well…I suppose Miguel never put in an official request on who monitors this mission. So I suppose I wouldn’t be going against any orders…” She trails off, thinking for a brief moment, “But if anyone asks, I was super busy!!” She exclaims, immediately running off to make herself busy so she has the excuse. It makes you giggle, turning back around to watch your projections spread around your desk. You hate that you share an office space with Miguel, but at least he’s in the air away from you. 

They’re getting their asses kicked, genuinely. You can tell that they don’t know the anomaly they’re going against, constantly getting tricked by the changing of shapes, colors, forms, and even states of matter. Dragging a hand along your face, you quickly ping Peter B’s watch with a message to help them. 

Don't tell O’Hara I’m here yet, but the anomaly glows under ultraviolet light. Think glowing like a scorpion !!! 

Finally, things begin to click as Peter uses his watch to shine the light around to detect it. With a small smile, you pat yourself on the back. Still, while it’s now easier to find it’s not any easier to catch. You almost itch for Miguel to call it, eyes switching between cameras just in case you miss it. 

“Call for backup.” Miguel groans, eyes narrowed more than before in his mask. 

“Sorry, what was that?” Your voice fills his ear and he immediately drops his head, hand coming to rub his forehead as he fights off many choice words. He sits like that for a second as he recomposes himself. 

“God, can't you hear?? I said call-“ 

“Already there.” You hang up, and a loud click right after you finish your last word. (AKA before Miguel can give you any more shit.) Truthfully? You have nothing against him. In fact, you think his combat and intelligence are admirable beyond compare. However, you refuse to be afraid like almost everyone else that comes to help. You don’t understand it, yeah he’s kinda scary because of his authority, but at the same time, he does the same thing as anyone else. Everyone is here to help, and the snarkiness and ego he has is beyond your grasp despite it all. You just so happen to have the pleasure to work right beside him. 

Miguel was avoidant from the get-go, constantly denying the fact that they needed any more help. He can do it on his own, he’s got everything under control, he doesn’t need a set of eyes looking at him, etc, etc, etc. Even when Lyla appeared and gave a very timid “Actually we really would benefit from the help-“ She was promptly hung up on. (She then flashed her message on all of the holograms and projections in the room out of spite.) But still, Miguel was relentless in his belief that he had everything under control. This continued for a long time, however, there was a brief moment where the two of you got along well. 

You’re not sure what really happened, how it even started. The two of you began going on missions together, catching a record number of anomalies for the month with ease. Along with this, you two fell into a routine in no time. He’d get coffee in the mornings, leaving yours on your desk as he was always in way earlier than you. You’d get lunch for the both of you, bringing Miguel his food as it’s rare he’d really leave for long, let alone to eat. It was nice, very nice. 

Small conversations in passing turned into hour-long debates about anything and everything, friendly debates. These ranged from which lunch was the best from the cafeteria, all the way to the legitimacy of how the multiverse works. You thought the Miguel Burger was the best (and most funny), he loves the empanadas. He thought the multiverse was do-or-die at all times, you believe there have to be SOME exceptions in a multiverse of infinite possibilities. Through the small banters and discussions, you had actually learned a lot more about each other than you ever expected. In times you couldn’t agree, you two settled on a truce and no hard feelings. You both genuinely respected the other's opinion because you had enough respect for one another in general. 

Besides from office encounters, you had even started “coincidentally” running into each other during night surveillance. He scared you at first as you snuck through the hall, a giant figure also popping out of his room. After the initial fright and a very over-exaggerated gasp from you, the two of you laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation for a solid five minutes. He had spooked you so bad you even pulled your mask on, struggling to peel it back off through your laughter.  “What are you doing, O’Hara, do you know what time it is?!” You whispered in between giggles, unable to hold them back. 

He responded with a giant smile on his face, the lack of sleep probably going to his head finally. “I should ask you the same thing!” Afterward, you two snuck into the cafeteria kitchen to make a snack. The two of you made food, humming songs and passing ingredients back and forth with very little verbal communication needed. You two even entertained the idea of sneaking one of the projectors back for a movie, but you both decided you needed some sort of rest before morning duty started. 

Another fond memory was his birthday one year. He never celebrates, never even thinks about allowing himself to. You initially bribed Lyla to tell you, and when she wouldn’t, you did some totally legal background stalking to find out. Walking into the office with a cake on his desk, obnoxious balloons, and streamers all over the office, and your frame hiding behind said desk ready to sing happy birthday, your plan was in full swing. Admittedly he was reluctant to even let you celebrate, clamping a palm over your mouth once you began singing. Slowly but surely he warmed up, made a birthday wish, and blew out his candles. 

“Happy birthday Captain!!!” You’re over the top and obnoxious, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him around in his chair. Still, he offers you a genuine smile as you continue your birthday antics. Getting his favorite lunch and dinner, hand-delivering them to his desk, the whole nine yards. 

It’s not until dinner that he told you why, “The last birthday I had, was with my daughter.” Miguel mumbled, avoiding your gaze. “I know, it’s silly but I just wanted to remember it with her.” 

Guilt instantly eats at your heart and brain, immediately feeling bad for everything. You hadn’t even considered the reason why he didn’t celebrate, “I’m really sorry I didn’t know-“ You’re quick to offer your support, reaching out and holding his forearm in your palm. 

“But this is really nice!” He interrupts your apology, flipping his arm over so he can also hold your arm near your elbow, “Really thoughtful and kind, I genuinely really appreciate you, y/n.” 

Don’t even get going on the one Father’s Day you had gotten him a small gift. It wasn’t intentional, you had been at the store to get Peter a cake for him, Mayday, and MJ. Something cute with #1 Dad!! With a silly hero design in the background that you know Peter and Mayday would like. However, while you were in the store Miguel popped up into your mind. With an uncertainty that could rival god, you bit the bullet and also got him a smaller cake with happy father’s Day written across the top. 

You had found Peter in the cafeteria, bothering Miguel with who knows what as he just tried to get his food and then leave. As soon as you gave the cake to Peter, Miguel leaves instantly, a painful reminder he didn’t need right now. Peter and Mayday thank you, and Peter jokingly smears a dollop of frosting across Mayday‘s nose. With a small smile, you excuse yourself to track down where Miguel went. “Captain?” Your voice is quiet and unsure as you walk into the office, trying to see if he’s up on the platform or not. 

You get no response before you’re swinging up there, unsure of where else he would’ve gone. Sure enough, he’s sitting, hunched over facing away from you. “I brought you something, you don’t have to accept it if you don’t want to I suppose.” You try to speak as softly as possible, minimizing the echo in the office. Placing it down in front of him, he picks his head up just the slightest bit to see what it is. Instantly, he lurches up and you think you’ve seriously done it now, stepped a bit too far over the boundary that you already crossed. 

Instead of being chewed out, he instantly pulls you to him, wrapping you in his arms. “Thank you.” He mumbles, clearly trying to avoid voice cracking. You let the silence comfort the two of you, too scared to talk in case it sends Miguel over the edge he was so desperately trying to come back from. It’s nice, your arms wrapping around his waist and holding him close. 

Everything seemed to be going positive and only up in your friendship, you two were happy and well-working co-workers. However, this promptly ended when you slipped up during a mission, made a dumb move for someone else, and got hurt pretty badly. 

You, Jess, and Miguel were fighting together to catch a doc-ock from about 100 years in the future (from Miguel’s world anyway.) Jess had slipped just as razor-sharp blades were flying toward her. What would’ve originally hit her stomach, was not going for her throat. Without a second thought, you had jumped in front of her to avoid the for-sure deadly strike. It caught your ribs, slicing deep to the bone. Jess sprung up, grabbing you and opening a portal without a second thought and leaving Miguel behind. “Fuck, fuck Jess, hurts bad.” You groan, hands flying to your wound in a feeble attempt to stop the blood from pouring out. It soaks everything it touches, your hand completely red and your forearm soon to be.

In a blur, you’re rushed to the medic bay and onto a bed. The entire time, you’re groaning, writhing in pain. “What were you thinking?!” His voice is unmistakable as he storms into the med bay, quickly finding his spot next to your bed as he accesses the damage you took. “Stupid, stupid move, y/n. Idiotic, even.” He’s mumbling more that you can’t quite catch, and you’re too out of it to even try and understand the broken Spanish. “Can't believe you two.” 

Jess cries next to you, holding your hand where it rests on the bed. “Jess would’ve died.” You grit as his hand presses against your wound to slow the bleeding, making you cry out. “Captain!” You scream, hands flying to grab his wrists as you continue to writhe. It’s bad, your hands instinctively clawing at his forearms to try and get him away even for a moment. Easily overpowering you, he doesn’t let up. 

“I know, I know I'm sorry, mi sol.” His words fall on deaf ears as you scream. The pain is unbearable as you go in and out of consciousness, doing your best to remain conscious of Jess’s emotional state. You’re completely out as you get stitched and cleaned up, your body is completely spent and your adrenaline begins to wear off.

The very first time you wake up, Miguel is next to you. His forehead rests on his palms, hunched over in the chair next to you. Your voice is too weak, so you simply reach out and take hold of his arm. “Menos mal que estás bien.” His voice is soft as he takes your hand in his, holding it up to his forehead. “You’re okay,” Miguel mumbles, pulling your hand down a bit to his cheek. You smile, flattening your hand to hold the side of his face in your palm.

“Sorry,” You speak, and he gives you a confused look at what you could be apologizing for. “About your arm, and fucking up the mission.” There are scratches all along his forearm, and you’re about 90% positive it had to be from you. 

“No, no. Don’t even worry about anything.” He speaks, shuffling slightly to stand up. Miguel places your hand gently back down to your stomach. “And what I said about that mission, that was just- I was-“ He can't even finish what he wants to tell you. 

“Please don’t leave me.” You mumble, realizing that he’s definitely about to run away. Miguel huffs heavily, his chest rising and falling. He has a sorry look on his face, and you know him well enough to know he’s not sticking around long. Leaning down, he wraps you in his arms, holding you close and protectively to his chest. It hurts, bad, but you’re not going to tell him as you soak it in. “O’Hara,” Tears cloud your vision. 

“I’m sorry, y/l/n.” And just like that, he’s disappearing. Recovery is a bitch, worse than the initial injury. You’re grateful for everyone visiting you in the med bay, but not once do you see Miguel even for a status update. 

Since then, he’s completely detached again. No longer leaving you coffee, ignores the lunch you bring him every day, not entertaining any of your conversations. You’re somehow completely back to the day you joined. 

Due to this incident, you naturally brush against each other, butting heads on almost everything now. This continued for a while, still remaining relevant here and there to this day. You can see Miguel shake his head as Jess and spider cat come in, they need all the help they can get, before he springs into action again. He’s scary, with fangs, claws, and running on all fours now. Maybe you’ve ticked him off a bit too much. you make a mental note to “STFU when O’Hara gets back” out of fear you’ve created this. (Not an uncommon occurrence.) 

With Jess and Spider Cat, they’re able to wrangle up the remaining anomalies and come back to HQ. The door slamming open startles you, and the mental note you made earlier is in full swing, sirens and all going off in your head. Your lips are sealed more than ever. You can feel his glances, before he quickly turns away, just to look back at you. He’s working himself up to chew your ass out, for sure. This is usually the look that he gives to Hobie when he’s being an idiot. The only thing you can do is turn your gaze down and continue searching through the multiverse for anything unusual. 

“Really? Really, you did the one thing I told you not to do?” Miguel carries on and you’re sure he’s pacing the platform as usual, “¿Por qué? ¿Por qué sigo dando órdenes?“ (Why? Why do I keep giving orders?) He continues to get himself going. 

You don’t know what to say to possibly make the situation better, so you continue your work. “Oh? And now you’re just not gonna talk to me, huh? I see how it is, ya veo cómo es.” (I see how it is.)

“I figured I was helping, O’Hara.” You spit, moving your screens aside to glare up at him. “You know?? Doing the one thing I’m here for? I don’t understand why you think me helping the team is somehow to spite you.” His eyes are beginning to turn red and you’re quick to flash your projections up once more to avoid the glare that is surely targeted at you. Your suit suddenly feels too right around the neck, strangling you. 

“Hmm, hmm.” Miguel nods, turning around on his platform and giving you the silent treatment from here on out. Eventually, he would break, you’re sure of it, have to ask you for something eventually. To your dismay, you’re the first one that has to break the silence in the suffocating room. 

“There's an anomaly on Earth 295-“ 

“Go get it. Since you want to micromanage anyways, you got it.” It’s not encouragement at all, the opposite really. With an exasperated sigh, you get up from your desk and begin to make your way out into the lobby. Rounding up a group of people, you set off to catch the anomaly. It’s easy, a routine capture before you’re dragging the man back through your portal. With another sigh, you shove open the doors to your shared office and plop down into your chair. No other words are exchanged for the rest of the day, the two of you doing your work while passing another in silence. 

You wish you could work alongside Lyla in her artificial intelligence database. Clocking out for the night, you’re preparing to open your portal and crash land somewhere in your city. Anything is better than being here. “I need you to stay tonight for overnight surveillance.” Miguel breaks the silence just as you’re about to press the open button, your arms immediately falling to your sides and your head was thrown back. 

“Fuck you, O’Hara.” You groan, leaving your office and heading up to the overnight dorms to begin your night surveillance. God, you hate him. You joined the society to make the universe better, all of the multiverses better, not to be picked on by some oversized man in a tight-ass hologram suit. Plopping down at your desk in the dorm, you curse O’Hara out in your head. Scanning through your brain, there’s literally nothing you can think of to make the situation better. He simply hates you because he can’t handle everything on his own, you’re sure he’s just projecting but it’s infuriating regardless. The whole night, every second of the surveillance shift, you become more and more irritated. 

It’s 7 am when you crawl out of your dorm, running on 5 minutes of accidental sleep and spite. You’re technically supposed to be at your desk at 7, but at this point who cares. If he says one thing, one single thing to you, “You know you’re 3 minutes late-“ And you’re ripping off your watch and hurling it at his head. Miguel, spider sense less, doesn’t feel it coming and gets absolutely clobbered in the side of the head. You hope it bleeds, truly, as your chest heaves. 

“Fuck, you, O’Hara,” You grit, turning around and beginning to make your way out of the stupid office, away from his stupid little platform, and his stupid little dramatic face. Like an idiot, he chases, “All I do is fucking help you, stick my neck out for these missions, bust my ass, and nothing. You take the credit and I get yelled at for helping.” You're beyond angry, fists clenched at your side- 

“Just put your watch back on estúpida, you’re gonna glitch-“ He watches as you do just that, never crumbling or falling as you turn to glare at him. Scary, that was scary. He’s never seen someone withstand their literal atoms glitching, let alone being so angry they’re able to move also. Still on you’re feet, Miguel ignores the smart part of his brain that tells him to move away from you. 

“All because pretty boy,” You’re stepping closer to him, and Miguel takes all the strength in his body to not cower away from you. Forcing himself to stand tall like always, he takes whatever you’re about to give him, finger digging into his chest, “Can’t take the fact that he can’t control everything. Pushes everyone away, would rather the multiverse weaken than admit he needs some fuckin help, and everyone just believes it. Holds their heads high with the assumption everything is fine, they’re doing their job, getting their pats on the back. It’s such a shame you’re so attractive O’Hara, because it’s ruined by that fucking personality of yours.” Maybe you’re being too mean, but if you don’t say it no one else ever will. At the commotion, a few heads begin to look over at the two of you. 

“Can we please talk, in private, where people aren’t staring at us-“ 

“I’m going home. I’m going through that stupid freaky spider machine, that has a stupid name by the way, and leaving the team,” You say, definitive as you tear yourself away from Miguel and began the trek towards Margo’s office (essentially.) 

“Can we please talk like adults, y/n?” Miguel still follows, this time grabbing you by the wrist and yanking you back harder than he really meant to. He’s strong, much stronger than you, so it’s no surprise that you almost fly backward into his chest. He catches you by the waist, only making your anger bubble more. Glaring up at him, you can see a flash of emotion rush across his face before it’s gone just as fast. “Please, y/n.” 

Miguel isn’t a beggar, never has been, in fact, you can’t even remember if you’ve ever heard him say please before now. “To the office?” You force a grin as the group of eyes on the two of you continues to grow. Miguel offers you a polite nod, placing your watch back on your wrist before allowing you to lead the way. With an annoyed grunt, you eventually make it back to your desk, plopping down in the chair. “If you go up to your platform to talk to me, I’m opening a portal and leaving. Before you even get a word in,” You warn him. 

Miguel walks over with an annoyed sigh, rubbing the wrinkle in between his brows out. “y/n please stay, we need all the help we can-“ His words are cut short as your lurch forward, roughly grabbing his face in your hand. His cheeks are squished together as your fingertips dig into his skin, spinning around. You easily knock him back into the chair you were previously sitting at. “¡Joder! ¡De acuerdo!” (Ah fuck! Okay Okay!)

“Now you need me? All of a sudden, now you need the help.” You hiss, caging him in as you step closer, fingertips digging in even more with each word. You’re basically leaning over him, one of his knees slipping between your legs without even realizing it. Miguel’s hands reach up, timidly wrapping around your wrist in an attempt to calm you down or at least loosen the grip you have on him. 

“Cálmate dulce chica, podemos hablar de esto.” (Calm down sweet girl, we can talk about this.) Miguel offers, a small whimper falling from his lips as he realizes how close you are to him, essentially hovering over his lap. “y/n please-“ It’s nothing short of sin, a loud whine falling past his lips as his hands fly to meet your waist. His big hands almost wrap around you entirely, if he squeezed his fingertips would probably touch together. 

“You’re getting off to this? Really Miguel?” Another groan falls from his lips, you never call him Miguel. Never, it’s always O’Hara or some stupid nickname you picked up from the kids because you thought they were funny. There’s a small smirk on your face, making Miguel’s eyes narrow with lust as it’s clear you’re very amused by his situation. His mind almost melts as you finally sit, your knees on either side of his hips. You fill his senses, judgment beginning to cloud as your smell fills his nose and voice his ears. “You are, huh?” You draw out, the slightest bit of humor behind your voice. 

“You’re just, ah fuck, so pretty when you’re yelling at me,” Miguel speaks, a bit muffled as you haven’t released him yet from your grip. Finally, you let go of his cheeks, leaving behind faint red dots where your fingertips once were. “So soft, warm,” He continues as his mind becomes fuzzier by the second, hands pawing at your suit material. He wants nothing more than for it to be gone right now and for a brief moment, he thinks about ripping through it. He can give you one like his, yeah, he thinks as he rationalizes. 

“You gonna be good? Let me see you?” You mumble and break his train of thought, hands trailing over his suit that is technically molecules that he’s learned to manipulate over the years. With a small nod, he removes the fabric where your hands trail, leaving open skin for you to touch. The rest of his suit remains intact, only his front opening for you. “Naughty naughty,” You tease at his lack of underwear or boxers, ghosting your fingers across his head to tease him even more. Without explanation, you climb off his lap and step away. 

“y/n? Fuck, what’s wrong-“ His worry ceases as you begin pulling your suit off, the skin-tight fabric being dropped on the desk space next to you. “Oh Dios, vas a ser mi muerte.” (Oh god, you’re going to be the death of me.) He knows you don’t understand Spanish fluently, only picking up bits and pieces of his expressions. In this case, you caught death and that’s about all you understood. 

“You know I don’t understand, Miguel.” You tease as you crawl back onto his lap only in a bra and panties, seated securely on his big thighs. Leaning forward, your hands find their place naturally in his hair. “Let’s talk like adults, hm?” You mock him from earlier, a sick smirk spread fully across your face. “Go ahead, tell me everything you wanted to earlier, or else I’m taking my watch off and going home~” You almost sing song, soaking in the hint of misery it gives him. 

“I just wanted to say- haaaa fuck,” You catch Miguel off guard as your lips find his jaw, hot kisses soon spreading down to his neck. You mark him thoroughly, you wanna leave a part of yourself with him. 

“C'mon, O’Hara, or I'm leaving.” You continue to warn. 

“I, we need you here. I know I’ve been, shit shit,” His train is thrown off as you press yourself closer to him, pinning his cock in between your stomachs as your hips search for friction, “Mean to you recently. It’s just because, ah ah, I liked you. But I couldn’t express this because of our circumstances. And when you got hurt, it scared me because I realized how much you actually meant to me. So instead of liking you I thought hating you would push you away and it would eventually dissipate. But you’re so stubborn it only made things worse because you refused to go to a different department at least.” 

“I see.” You barely give him a response as you suck dark hickeys into his chest, peering up at him to catch his expression. “Miguel, let me ride your fingers,” He groans, nodding his head as his palm slides closer to where you need him. 

One of his palms remains on your waist, the heat spreading from his hand to your body. It feels as if you’re on fire, blood molten lava as it flows throughout your body. As much as you’ve hated him recently, he’s still incredibly attractive. And to have him this pliant and finally following your instructions? An added bonus. Your breath hitches as he runs across your clit, running across the small bead as your hips reactively pick themselves up to give him better access. 

“Fuck, so pretty like this, finally listening to my instructions,” You fill the silence, hands falling to hold Miguel’s head in them. “You gonna let me kiss you, O’Hara? Or is that too intimate for you?” 

“I want nothing more, please do.” He groans as you immediately lean forward, lips clashing as you starve for a taste of him. He kisses you back with a matched fury, his palm siding up to hold your torso against him. He swallows your moans as he begins his ministrations, sinking his middle finger completely into you. The kiss is messy, the only thing grounding you as he inserts another finger, expertly finding what makes you tick. Tongues pressing against tongues, lips swollen, moans, and panting breaths mix together. 

“Close, O’Hara,” You warn, “If you stop, I’ll kill you,” A genuine threat as your grip falls to his neck, loosely choking him. It makes him whine, more focused on pleasing you more than ever now. Your hips begin meeting his hand, chasing a high you so desperately need now. You’re soaked, the sound bouncing off the office walls surely embarrassing beyond belief if you were thinking straight. Your free hand finds Miguel’s lips, thumb brushing along his lips and revealing his canines, giant fangs that stick out farther than his other teeth. “Coming,” You whine, losing your grip on him almost entirely as your face falls into the crook of his shoulder, riding out your high. 

“C'mon, cum for me. So pretty, y/n, shaking around my hand.” Miguel encourages you, thoroughly prolonging your orgasm as he targets the spot inside and your poor aching clit. He stops only when your hips drop, no longer able to withstand the abuse. “Fuck, so pretty y/n, all for me,” Miguel continues, pulling you close as your lips reconnect, this time rough. Your hands pull his hair harshly, head tilting back as he whines into your mouth. 

“Gonna ride your pretty cock, get myself off,” You mumble into his mouth, causing him to groan in response. Miguel’s more than happy to let you, puppy dog eyes and all as you pull yourself away from him. He’s big, and you’re sure you’re not completely stretched as much as you’d like but you’re in too deep now. Lining yourself up, it’s a rough start. Miguel’s hands fly to your waist, not pushing but simply squeezing as his head falls back. His face is squeezed hard, whines falling past soft lips before he can think to stop them. “So big, fuck fuck,” Whimpering, you sink slowly inch by inch as you will yourself to take him. 

“Shit y/n. fuck, haaa fuck fuck, tight,” Miguel babbles, unable to hold it back. Taking the last few inches, you lean forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, desperately needing something to hold onto. “So good, please move, please feels good, so deep,” Miguel feels like his mind is melting, completely pussy drunk as he shamelessly begs for you. You grind against him, trying to get a feel for how big he is before you hurt yourself. Rolling your hips slightly, you effortlessly pull moans from the both of you. 

Your bodies are completely pressed together as you pick your hips up and slam them down, body heat suffocating but so good at the same time. Your face finds itself in Miguel’s neck, moans and whines being muffled into his skin. Miguel holds onto you for dear life, almost bruising the skin underneath his fingers. Your pace is brutal, once again chasing your high with no other regard in mind. His hands begin to hurt, definitely bruising the skin underneath. 

“O’Hara.” Your tone is pissed off as you rip his hands away, webbing them to the armrests on either side of you. He could easily rip them, you’re sure, but he won’t, another thing you’re sure of. “Stupid boy, getting rode and doesn’t know what to do with himself,” You taunt, almost feeling his cock jump. It feels too good, he feels too good as he instinctively curls in on himself. “C’mon, don’t get shy on me.” You taunt, wedging your feet on the inside of his thighs and spreading them. 

“Your stupid boy,” He babbles back, picking his head up more fully to watch how you use him, relentlessly fucking him. “So good, so pretty.” He can see the tip of his cock in your stomach, bordering crazy he’s sure. His fists ball at his sides, doing his best to be good. “Gonna cum soon, you feel too good.” 

“Hmm, I’m not stopping until I cum.” You warn him graciously. You’re about 95% sure it goes in one ear and out the other, too distracted to fully register your words. “Do what you want, Mig, just remember that.” Once again, he definitely doesn’t comprehend as he eagerly nods at the approval. 

As his high approaches, his hips begin grinding up into you, chasing his own release. You allow it, having already warned him more times than you should’ve. “Coming, nghhh ahh fuck, fuck,” And he does, hips driving forward as he cums as deep as possible. You entertain it, sinking down fully and grinding against him as you coax him through it. You can feel his thighs shake underneath you as his hips rest back down on the chair, head thrown back as his chest heaves. 

“Oh, Mig, sweet boy.” You tease, voice flowing through his ears like honey. “I haven’t cum yet.” Finally, you’re getting through to him as you pick your hips back up, dropping down with a wet smack. 

“y/n, wait! Shit, fuck, nhghhhh ah ah,” Miguel is so overstimulated, thighs shaking slightly as his hips buck. You’re once again chasing your high, using him completely as your toy now. “Please I can’t-“ Tears prick his eyes as his head picks up to meet yours, muscles flexed as he pulls against his restraints. Your grip meets his throat, stopping his whining momentarily. 

“I warned you, be good for me and sit still,” You mumble, your free hand reaching for his mouth once again. ”Been so mean to me, so mean Miguel, need to use you. Need to punish you.” You bite into his shoulder, muffling yourself. His whines and moans are nonstop, the overstimulation driving him crazy. Eventually, you pull your head back, finding another sensation to play with. Wedging your fingers into his mouth, Miguel thinks his mind is going to melt. Your fingers run across his fangs, testing the sharpness on the pads of your index and middle. Much to your surprise, (not really), they easily prick the skin and cause blood. Miguel’s tongue is quick to soothe over the two pricks, earning him a loud moan as you run your fingers across his tongue. “My dumb boy, all pussy drunk, overstimulated, just so stupid, hmm?” 

“Yes, yes,” Is all he can manage with your two fingers in his mouth, beginning to fuck them against his tongue in speed with your own hips. It’s obscene, but the sight makes you clench tightly around his cock, earning you even louder whines. There’s saliva dripping now, so messy as he allows you to do as you please. 

“Fuck, gonna cum. Gonna cum for you, Miguel.” Your thighs are growing tired, Miguel doing his best to pick up the slack and thrust up into you. “Cumming~” It’s barely a warning as your head falls forward, thighs shaking and clamping down around Miguel’s hips. He does his best to prolong it, thrusting up with the limited movement you allow him, soon spilling inside you once more as you’re just so tight. 

As you come to, your hips pick themselves up and down a couple more times, fucking his cum into you. “No more, please, no mas, no mas, por favor mami,” (No more, no more, please mami.) Miguel cries, tears slipping as the overstimulation is too much. Your hips still with him still inside, chests heaving as the both of you fight to catch your breaths. Your hands are quick to meet his cheeks, wiping away the stray tears that fall. Leaning forward to kiss the tear stains, Miguel whines as you slide along him. 

“Look at you, absolutely covered in cum, spit, sweat,” You smile, slowly picking your hips up and climbing off his lap. Everything aches, but you’re so satisfied as you wobble over to your suit. Picking it up, you opt for carrying it rather than fighting it over your sticky skin. Miguel looks like the epitome of sex as he remains in the chair, still struggling to recover. “Miguel, you okay?” Your voice is much gentler now, walking over and placing a kiss on his forehead. He nods as you rip through your webs for him, freeing him of his restraints. You offer a soft peck which he takes gratefully, your fingers coming to rub his scalp where you had been tugging at his hair. 

“Miguel?” Carefully climbing into his lap again, you drop your suit over the armrest. “My boy, are you alright?” You pull him close to you, holding his head against your chest as you massage his scalp. You hold him until he comes down fully, placing soft kisses on his forehead and tear-stained cheeks. 

“Yes, mi corazón. Are you okay? Feeling okay?” His hands meet your waist where he had been previously squeezing, rubbing the soon-to-be bruised skin. 

“More than okay.” With one final reassurance peck to his lips, you stand back up fully and grab your suit. You're exhausted, both from night duty and today's festivities, and it’s clear there is no way you’re going to be able to work today. “I’m gonna go home and get some sleep, I had the night shift last night.” The reminder pains Miguel that he really asked you to do that out of spite. “You’re more than welcome to follow, or swing by later.” You offer, tapping on your watch until you carefully open a portal inside your apartment. 

Glancing back once more, Miguel looks cute as he watches you go, suit fully formed once again. You wonder how that works with all the liquid on his skin, but you opt to ask another time. 

“I’ll stop by later,” He offers, not missing the way your face falls slightly. He quickly climbs to his feet, “I just have a couple of things to do here, otherwise I would, I really would trust me.” Miguel explains, big frame easily engulfing you into a hug. His cheer-up protocol works, putting a small smile on your face as you look up at him. 

“I’ll see you later, spidey,” You beam, leaning forward onto your tip-toes to kiss him. He meets you halfway, indulging you. With one final glance back, you step through the portal, waving bye as it closes. 

“I’ll be there!” He promises just as it closes, leaving you two technically universes apart from one another. 

~~~

Hours later, the sound of his portal is unmistakable in your small one-bedroom apartment as it fills the silence and shakes the walls. Peeking your head out of the hall into your living room, his giant frame looks a bit silly in the small area. Nevertheless, the giant smile that spreads across your face is priceless. “You actually came!” You speak, spooking him slightly as you step out from behind the hall wall. 

“What? Of course.” He scoffs, welcoming you with open arms when you approach him. He must’ve gone home and cleaned up, hair seemingly damp and a glow that only a warm shower could give radiating from him. “I wouldn’t miss this for all the multiverses.” 

[dickgraysonwayne]

Effective Influence

Ao3

Summary: Robin deals with his first major in-team fight. Set early s1 in the Teen Titans cartoon verse.

@dickgraysonweek 2024, Day 1: Leader of the Titans | Dick’s Undervalued Competency | Spyral Crew

It’s the raised voices that really capture Robin’s attention.

He’s sitting on the couch, trying to get through a match of Mario Kart with Beast Boy (and getting his ass kicked, to be honest) when he hears the shouting, muffled, bang against the metal doors of the main room of Titans Tower.

“I’m not—”

“That’s not what I said! I didn’t say anything like that!”

Startled, he drops the controller onto the couch next to him, swerving off the track. Beast Boy, ears flicking in the direction of the doors, follows suit. Their character sit there, on the tracks, bobbing along as the console-run enemies zip past them into the top spots of the race.

Starfire, who had been floating near the back, watching the match in glee, had frozen mid twist in the air. She stares at Robin, eyes wide.

Usually, shouting in Titan’s Tower doesn’t tend to ring any alarm bells in his head. Despite it just being the five of them, they tend to make a lot of noise: between Cyborg and Beast Boy’s antics in themselves, coupled with Starfire’s rising tones when she gets excited, it’s rarely a quiet moment in the Tower.

The sounds can even get unfriendly, or aggressive, but that’s fairly normal too. Cyborg and Robin have a tendency to butt heads, and it can get a little too much at times. But they generally tend to get over it pretty quick, and a lot of it is in the spirit of competition anyway.

Which…Robin has never had that before, never had anyone around his age that he can compete with, stand toe-to-toe with as equals. It’s a nice feeling, especially after he realized exactly what it was.

Even Raven and Beast Boy will have their spats now and then, but it never really gets serious in any meaningful way: just some back and forth snipping until one of them just runs out of energy and lets the moment collapse back to normal.

But. This doesn’t sound like healthy competition, nor does it sound like friendly banter.

“Why would you say that—”

“Why would I—? You’re the one that—”

Beast Boy is off the couch in a flash, running towards the door and pressing his ear against it. “Dude,” He says, tone uncharacteristically serious. “What is going on out there?”

Starfire half drifts over to his direction, face twisted in concern. “It sounds like our friends our fighting,” She says, anxiously wringing her hands. “And the fight sounds like a bad one.”

Beast Boy lifts his head from the door. “What…what do we do?” He asks. “Do we like…do something? Do we stop them?”

As one, Beast Boy and Starfire turn to Robin.

“What—” Robin begins, and then remembers. Oh. I’m in charge.

He gets off the couch, making his way towards the door. “Um,” He says. “I guess let’s see if—”

The words are barely out of his mouth when the door hiss open, Beast Boy falling back and scuttling backwards with a yelp. “Hey, guys,” He says, all frantic-but-trying-to-be-casual. He leaps back up on the sofa, grabbing a controller upside down. “Nothing going on here, everything’s normal!”

Beast Boy’s act is horrible, but nobody comments. It’s like they don’t even notice.

Instead, the eyes of the rest of team are on Cyborg, who had just practically ran into the room, followed by Raven, floating after him quickly, hood casting a dark shadow over her face.

Cyborg is not wearing his usual large grin. Instead, he’s glowering, clearly furious. “Rob,” He says, “I am not going to work with someone who—”

“Calm. Down.” Raven interrupts, equally as explosive, in her own quietly dangerous way. “I never said—”

And it looks like they’re about to start yelling again as they glare daggers at each other. Robin can practically feel the electrical currents of anger buzz between them.

Starfire looks at him with big, watery eyes.

“Okay,” Robin says, cramming his voice with all the authority he can summon. “Stop shouting, okay? I can’t understand you if you keep talking over each other like that.”

The two fall silent, but still glare at each other.

“Uh, okay,” Robin says, glancing at the couch. “Go sit down there, and we’ll…discuss this, okay?”

Beats Boy yelps and scrambles out of the way as the two make their way over cautiously to the couch. He runs to stand by Starfire, who also stands a safe distance away from the chaos.

Robin waits until they’ve taken their seats, then stands in front of them both. “Okay,” He says, trying to buy time to figure out what to do next. “What happened?”

They both start talking at the same time, voices raised, words mixing together.

Robin raises a hand. “Okay,” He interrupts. “One at a time. Cyborg? You start.”

“Raven,” Cyborg says, giving her another glare. “Told me that I wasn’t human.”

Starfire gasps in the background.

“That’s not true,” Raven says through gritted teeth. “I didn’t say that. I just…I was telling him that I knew how it felt not to be human. That’s all. I didn’t mean he isn’t human.”

Robin looks at them. A beat of silence passes. Oh. My turn.

“Um,” He says, then turns back to Raven. “Did you say those words?”

“I—”

“Exact words?” Robin asks, scrambling to try to find a way to fix this. “That you think he doesn’t feel human.”

Raven is silent for a second, then says, “Yes. But that’s not what I meant at all. I was trying…I wanted to let him know that I get it. That’s all.”

Cyborg takes a breath, like he’s about to say something. Robin raises a hand, shakes his head. “It’s her turn,” He says. “Raven, what did you mean?”

“I meant,” Raven says. “That I get what it’s like to not feel like you belong cause you don’t look like everyone else, in a way that makes people think you aren’t human. That’s it.”

Robin turns to Cyborg. “I think there was a misunderstanding here,” He says, tapping a finger on his chin. “She was talking about the feeling of it, I guess, not calling you inhuman.”

“Still,” Cyborg says. “For me, that’s…I’m human, even if I look like a machine. And I don’t want to be friends with someone who thinks otherwise.”

Raven’s eyebrows pull together. Robin feels a chill in the air.

Oh boy. They’re about to get going again.

What do I do? Robin thinks frantically, digging through his mind for inspiration. How do I solve this?

An image pops into his mind: looking up at a cowl, eyes glaring at him underneath. You made a mistake. A chain of command is there for a reason. You follow that, or you’re benched.

He waves the thought away. That won’t work here.

Maybe…he needs to hear them both out. That’s the only way they might be able to get through this unscathed…

“Okay guys,” He says, approach decided. “Look. Clearly, there was a misunderstanding here. Cyborg, Raven hurt your feelings, and that’s clear. But, she clearly didn’t mean it. She didn’t know what that meant for you, right?”

Cyborg is silent for a moment, then sighs. “Right.” He says.

“And,” Robin feels compelled to add. “Look. We all know you, okay? We all know who you are, and you’re as human as anybody. But that’s not the be all end all either. We have non humans on this team too, and they’re people just as much as anyone.”

He sees Beast Boy pat Starfire on the shoulder in the background. She gives him a grateful smile.

Cyborg’s fists clench, then relax. He nods. “Yeah. You’re right. Sorry, Star.”

“Oh,” Starfire says, surprised at being addressed. “I am not upset. Thank you for your apologies, though”

“Raven,” Robin says, turning to her next. “Cyborg didn’t understand your meaning, but the words you used hurt him, right?”

Raven nods. Her rigid countenance breaks a little as she darts a quick glance at Cyborg next to her.

“Okay,” Robin says. “So. We all made mistakes here. So I think we should just…apologize to each other and promise not to repeat our mistakes, right? Sound good?”

He winces inside. That felt so corny. He doesn’t know how they’ll take him seriously.

To his (concealed) surprised Cyborg nods. “Sorry, Raven,” He says. “I overreacted. Rob’s right. You didn’t mean anything by it.”

Beast Boy gives Robin a thumbs up and a wink in the background. Starfire copies him.

Robin resists the urge to twitch his eye. “How about you, Raven?”

“I’m sorry,” Raven says carefully. “That I hurt your feelings. I really didn’t mean to. But I understand where you’re coming from.”

“You too,” Cyborg says. “You’re a good friend, Ray.”

Beast Boy clearly can’t stay silent any longer. “Yes!” He cheers, leaping back towards the couch. “Great job, guys! And Robin! Okay, who wants to get back to our game now?”

Starfire claps politely. “Well done, my friends!”

Raven rolls her eyes. “Really?” She says, sarcasm dripping from her words. “You wanna game that bad?”

Beast Boy tosses a controller in Robin’s direction. “I wanna add to my winning streak!” He says cheerfully. “I’m on a win record against Rob.”

Robin sighs, dropping back on the couch. “How many wins is that now?”

“Eighty,” Beast Boy says cheerfully.

“To what?” Robin says, bracing himself.

“Four.”

“Dammit,” He sighs, readying the controller again.

Cyborg chuckles. “That’s just sad,” He says, plucking the controller out of Robin’s hands. “Let me show you how it’s done, fearless leader.”

“Hey!” Beast Boy squeaks. “No fair!”

“You better beat him,” Raven comments, sitting between them on the couch.

“Hey!” Beast Boy says again, indignant.

Robin takes his exit amongst the chaos: slowly navigating off the couch and making his way to the back of room. He observes the start of the game, a faint smile playing on his lips.

I did it, He thinks, a little awed.

“That was amazing, Robin.”

Robin fights off a blush. “Thanks, Star,” He says, giving her a small smile.

“No, really,” She says, keeping her voice low, ur excited. “You were wonderful! I know how difficult a position it is to be a leader, and how much it can weigh on your shoulders. You handled that very well and you should be very proud of yourself!”

A voice, half-remembered, whispers in his mind. Good job, chum. I’m proud of you.

Robin blinks. He doesn’t think anyone had ever called him chum before…

“It’s my job,” He tells Starfire instead, turning his attention back to the video game battle in front of him. “I…I only hope that I’m worthy of you all.”

“You are,” She says, laying a hand on his shoulder. It warms him up inside. “You are.”

[maoam]

Ramblings stemming from frustration with this fandom sometimes. ( Naruto. )

I know Naruto fandom has always been a tad toxic ever since it started becoming popular and such, but something about these newer fans who are so comfortable with d3ath threats, body shaming, sa threats, and d0xxing other people for the sake of a character. Fandom discourse is truly never that serious and the fact that they’ve become so obsessed with “ratioing” or “owning” other people that they’re willing to say absolutely vile things all for what… some likes? Validation from other gross people?

And then for these people to still say they’re the “good part of the fandom” or “the sane part”. It’s almost narcissistic for lack of a better word at the moment. ( not diagnosing anyone or speaking as if I’m some sort of mental health expert. Just can’t think of another word right now because of the headache this phenomenon is causing me as it is becoming much too common. )

They have this obsession with demonizing “the other side.” To the point of making false claims, which is insane. Or maybe they actually believe them? I can’t tell. They just spread whatever makes them feel good about what they like and don’t care about the source.

This is mainly a lame annoyed rant about the Hinata fanbase which have become somehow even worse within the past few days with their weird obsession with trying to get the Boruto artist (I think he works for sp? Unsure as he says most of his art is fanart but he made a like two or three official pieces that were on the official boruto/naruto page.) fired and sending him death threats for I guess just not drawing Hinata as much as they want? Like to the point where they were literally saying she was being “oppressed and bullied” by this artists. It was insane to see in person because you really would like to believe people WOULDNT compare a character not being drawn in a way they approve of to the oppression the people of Palestine are facing but hey, I suppose it’s a competition now to see how much of a bad person you can be for the sake of a character.

Also I know this is not just an issue in the hinata fandom, although the recent need to fetishize how “Asian Hinata is compared to that white girl sakura.” Is irking me a lot more than what other fandoms have done as of recent that I’m aware of. The Sakus seem to be their usual level of delusion and crappy attitude. Which is easy to ignore for me.

Does it sound like I’m making stuff up at this point? Because as I’m writing this I’m seeing just how insane this really is. This *shouldn’t* be real. This *shouldn’t* be things people say without shame. And yet, people just throw their morals for… what, internet points? The self validation that they defended to their favorite character? Who knows.

You might not even read this, I wouldn’t blame you lol. Just me being annoyed with how comfortable people within the naruto fandom have become so comfortable with being bad people.

My only real question is have you noticed an increase of toxicity within the fandom? Do you think this behavior has gotten worse with the ending of Naruto and beginning of Boruto?

I kinda get what you mean. I remember even before the manga ended there was apparently aggressive fights between Narusaku/Naruhina shippers, like the body shaming towards the other ship's girl and so on. And SS also were aggressive. But nowadays it indeed seems worse. I'm not sure if it's because we have new big platforms? Twitter and Tiktok I mean, both have really cancerous fandom spaces.

SS/NH harass official staff all the time, as well as other parts of the fandom. And then they act like victims because some people think Sakura and Hinata are shitty characters lol. Meanwhile they treat real people like shit. I think it might be because everyone makes fun of their ships/girls all the time, because it's so easy, so they become even crazier in trying to compensate, they try to harass the staff for more content for their ship, to get back at the people who say their ships suck. Also because so many popular content creators keep making content on Naruto and Sasuke being gay and Sakura/Hinata being their beards it's also humiliating to them.

Of course, they also need to fight which girl is the best girl. Which girl is less of a single mother for example. XD

"Or maybe they actually believe them?" Considering how many SS have convinced themselves that some moments that happened between Naruto and Sasuke actually happened between Sasuke and Sakura, I can believe them being that delusional.

"Does it sound like I’m making stuff up at this point?" No because I have witnessed it myself, plenty Sakura and Hinata stans on twitter have that toxic "bad bitch" attitude that they think makes them queens or whatever, they harass people and are extremely aggressive and think female character doing the bare minimun = queen behaviour. It comes off as very childish and narcissistic. No wonder Sakura and Hinata as characters appeal to them.

[sollucets]

ficlet: rumor has it

#ockissweek fic for aster x ivy! postcanon ocean eyes (thus david/angel/darlin/sam although sam is not in this one) wolf pack meeting shenanigans featuring surprise cameo appearances from my blood moon mc juni moreno & their bff (best fucking friend) marco.

this was edited very little, did not use the prompts because i wrote it before they were out, and is pure self-indulgence, as is the spirit of things.

notes: aster is using she/her in this fic. t rating, 1.7k

💜

“Hi, baby,” says Aster, dropping into the seat next to Ivy and settling her arm around their shoulders. “Davey and Alpha Moreno are doing just fine for themselves, I think. You getting acquainted with the snacks?”

Ivy glances up from their plate of various tiny fancy meats and cheeses and gives their mate a speaking look. It’s an effort to keep the look that way; she’s so pretty all dressed up, her lips glossy and dangly gold earrings swinging and green eyes accented with the same.

She laughs at them, squeezing her arm around their shoulders, and nuzzles her nose briefly into Ivy’s temple. “Never change. I always know where to find you at these things.”

Ivy’s still faintly surprised that “at these things” is a common enough occurrence for that to be a useful observation. They’re at a formal, basically diplomatic meeting with a pack that’s just recently established itself in an unempowered town a few miles away, talking about lines of communication and shared resources and all that sort of thing. More than that, though, they’re just feeling each other out — David deciding if he likes the other Alpha, each party’s entourage kind of scenting around each other to get their measures.

They’d have never in a million years considered themself a useful participant in something like this. The first time David had asked them to come, they’d laughed in his face for telling a bad joke. But he’d been deadly serious. “Your opinions are worth a lot to me,” he’d said, in that tone that makes it impossible to argue. His speech voice, Aster calls it.

Sam comes to pack higher-up meetings too, sometimes, although his schedule is always harder to work with. He’s not here today, busy closing some kind of deal with Vincent. Ivy thinks that maybe Sam’s purpose is the same as theirs: a litmus test. Bait, sort of.

“You meet anyone interesting?” asks Aster.

“Yeah, actually,” they say, leaning into Aster’s hold just slightly. Ivy made a maybe-friend in the Moreno pack earlier, a peppy guy with curly blonde hair and tattoos that reminded them acutely of Ash. They tell Aster about him, honestly cheered by their ability to have a posturing-free conversation with someone who’s clearly in Alpha Moreno’s very good graces. They really seem down-to-earth.

This kind of talk is Aster’s job here, taking stock of all the various interpersonal connections and backstories of people present. She’s been doing it for as long as she’s known about magic, actually, helping Ash resolve disputes in their own pack with the power of gossip and aggressive kindness, and she’s very good at it now.

“I have no evidence whatsoever,” says Aster now, lowering her voice and speaking directly into Ivy’s ear (a reasonable precaution in a conference center full of werewolves), “but I’m like 99% sure him and Alpha Moreno have fucked. Don’t think they are now, but it’s in the body language.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Ivy says drily, although the corner of their mouth quirks up.

Aster starts a meandering story about someone from the other pack they haven’t met yet, and honestly Ivy is listening, but they find their gaze wandering towards the head of the room anyway. David is up there with Asher, talking to the other pack’s Alpha. He’s wearing a dark blue button-down and well-fitted dress pants, and Ivy’s been admiring his thighs all day and sees no reason to stop now.

Their obvious distraction doesn’t make them slow enough to miss Aster trying to steal a piece of salami off their plate, though, and they catch her wrist without even looking at her. “Thief.”

Aster giggles, bright and loud, right in their ear. It’s almost enough to mask the voice that overlays it from a ways away, a hushed, “…believe… right in front of Alpha Shaw?”

Stiffening, Ivy lets their eyes follow the source of the voice. It sounded high-pitched, like it might match well to a brown-haired woman two tables over who has her head leaned in towards the person sitting next to her. They don’t remember her name, if they were told it. Their eyes narrow.

“Baby?” asks Aster, tugging her wrist out of their grip with little resistance.

Ivy looks sidelong at her and jerks their chin in a little cut-off motion, and Aster gets it instantly, closing her mouth and pretending to become distracted by Ivy’s plate again.

This does allow her to steal that salami, but it’s okay. Ivy has other things to focus on.

Namely: “You’re sure… his mate?”

“Yes… introduced them to the Alpha… So why would… flirting?”

They are intentionally speaking quietly, and it’s hard to hear across the room, but Ivy has always been good at this sort of thing, and they can sort of see the woman’s lips moving.

“She’s talking about us,” they say to Aster, not bothering to moderate their volume.

Sure enough, the woman’s friend almost immediately shushes her, and both of their eyes dart over to where Ivy and Aster are sitting.

“We’re a hot topic,” says Aster cheerily. “Can’t blame her.”

Ivy turns to look at their partner. By the way her eyes are sparkling, she’s absolutely about to cause a problem, and the only reason she hasn’t yet is to check with Ivy.

Honestly, that’s one of the sweetest things someone like her could do. They raise their eyebrows at her, and the curve of her returning grin goes wicked. “Wanna give them some real gossip?”

Ivy sighs, fond, and says, “Do your worst.”

Before the last word is even out of their mouth, Aster’s free hand is already curling around their jaw. They let her move them as she pleases, angle their head just slightly up, and close their eyes into the press of her lips.

Kissing Aster is always nice. They don’t usually prefer to do it with an audience this size, but they aren’t going to complain about kissing. Her hand is cool on their face and she tastes like cheap lip gloss and Ivy can actually hear the little cut-off gasp that the woman one table down lets out.

Their mouths stick a little when Aster pulls away. Ivy opens their eyes to wrinkle their nose up at her, unable to contain a small smile. “I think you made your point.”

“You think?” echoes Aster, eyes bright and cheeks a little pink. She looks extremely pleased with herself.

Ivy leans forward and presses a quick, there-and-gone kiss to Aster’s cheek. It leaves a faint imprint of her own lip gloss.

Aster blinks at them a few times, caught off-guard. Ivy can’t blame her; they are not traditionally one for initiating public displays of affection. It’s immensely satisfying, though, looking at her all blushy and surprised. “Um,” she says after a minute. Shakes her head. “Let’s go talk to Davey.”

They walk up to the front of the room together. Ivy can feel eyes following them and chooses to ignore it, only stopping briefly at Aster’s request to make sure they’re not interrupting anything too important.

Asher has gone off somewhere and David and Alpha Moreno are just talking about — gardening? huh — so Ivy doesn’t feel bad about derailing it. Both the Alphas turn to look when they approach, David’s expression going pinched and suspicious when he looks at Aster’s face. Alpha Moreno, a taller person with dark curly hair and visible claw-mark scars across the left side of their jaw, just regards them with a neutral expression.

“What is it,” David says, more of a demand than a question.

Aster loops her arm around Ivy’s waist, fingers curling around their hipbone, and shoots Alpha Moreno an unreadable look. “Didn’t you meet Ivy?”

They hadn’t, actually, not one-on-one. Ivy isn’t the kind to actively seek someone out to talk to them, and Alpha Moreno’s had someone bothering them every single time Ivy’s looked over today.

“Alpha Shaw’s mentioned them,” the Alpha says. Their voice is nice, honestly, mid-tone and gentle. “But we haven’t talked.”

“What’s this about, Aster?” asks David, slowly. His expression is getting more and more pinched. “Did someone say something?”

That line of questioning will lead nowhere good. Ivy’s not surprised David caught on so quickly, but they are surprised he’d just outright bring it up in front of the other Alpha without even pretending at subtlety. He must actually like them. “No one said anything to us,” Ivy says, which is technically true. They nod politely to Alpha Moreno, movements a little jerky.

“I just wanted to make sure I introduced our mate,” Aster says, tone perfectly cheerful. “That’s all.”

Ivy watches Alpha Moreno’s dark eyes widen for the tiniest fraction of a second, but they don’t betray another response. “A pleasure,” they say, offering a hand.

Looking them directly in the eye, Ivy takes it. Their grip is strong but not overly so, and they meet Ivy’s gaze calmly but warmly enough, no hint of consternation or disapproval or anything else.

Ivy lets their shoulders relax, intentionally visible to their partners to either side of them. “Nice to meet you,” they say. “I’m Ivy.” They think of Aster deeming the other Alpha nice enough, of Marco’s excited chatter earlier, and add, “I’m glad David can talk about plants to someone else, now. He gets really into planning out the yard and I never know how to say I don’t recognize like half the names of that shit.”

This is what gets through to them, apparently; Alpha Moreno snorts out a little surprised laugh that lights up their face. “You’re making me sound cultured.”

Ivy shrugs at them a little, still uncomfortable in the face of unknown authority, and considers turning to leave now that the point is thoroughly made.

David puts a hand on Ivy’s shoulder. He’s shooting them an irritated look, but his grip is gentle and his brow is still furrowed in a way that indicates concern instead of annoyance.

They offer him a little shadow of a smile, and he softens instantly. “We handled it,” they say, uncaring if there’s no context for anyone else. “It’s okay.”

“I’m sure if Aster was involved I’ll hear about it eventually,” he says, but any real attempt at annoyance is gone, and he turns back towards the other Alpha with a parting squeeze to Ivy’s shoulder.

“Aww, honey,” says Aster, blowing David a loud and obnoxious kiss. “You know me so well.”

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 2

Hello everyone this is part 2  after new years eve Clark and Dick have been having an emotional affair, this story takes place at the Kent’s farm it is Jonathan Kent birthday and Dick is invited but he feels out of place and unease there.

Superman x Nightwing pairing

Dick

I didn’t want to be here at all some of the league members came to Jon's party. I love Jon with all my heart but I couldn’t stay here I feel like all eyes are on me I stayed in the kitchen their is only me and Jason with Amy Winston I haven’t seen her in years.

We are alone while everyone is out there enjoying themselves laughing and talking about various topics. It was so cold outside the winter has been very harsh this January the wind was blowing aggressively the windows are rattling  forcefully and it was the reverse here.

Just like me presenting one way to other’s and inside I’m another way, I wish I had said I was busy and not come here and invaded the Kent space.

Me and Clark have been texting and calling for a month now we haven’t met since new year eve. 

We are not pushing each other to fall into anything yet our pace is slow and more smooth I never had this with anyone before not even with Babs. 

She isn’t here she was busy in Gotham I need to figure out how to break up with her I can’t keep doing this to her even if me and Clark haven’t done anything physical I was still not... “Hey your quite what’s up with you.” Amy waved her hands in front of my face.

God people could tell I’m not really here I looked at her and smiled. “I’m here I think I have to get going.” I said trying to make a move to leave when Jason put his hand on my shoulder halting me in my steps.

“What the fuck you just got here like ten minutes ago.” Jason said hand still on my shoulder I turned to look at him I would think he would find this amusing but he didn’t.

When Jason was serious then I knew there was nothing funny about my situation.

“I don’t think I feel well.” 

“Is it guilt.”

“Jason.” 

“I’m not teasing you I’m asking because I’m dead serious about how you’re feeling.” Jason said shaking me a little not rough just a light shake I don’t see Jason often but when I do he’s been always supportive he never judge me about me and Clark.

“I’m just not feeling good it’s to much to stay I gotta go.” I walked away from them Jason called me from the kitchen but I was already out of there I had to navigate around some of the party goer’s I reached for my coat and hat suddenly a noise from upstairs caught my attention.

I put back my hat and coat and went up looked around the hall to see where the shouting was coming from.

It sounded like Jonathan I walked quickly towards the room it was locked I jingled the knob and knocked on the door. “Jon is Damian with you.” The room went silent and Jon stopped shouting. 

“Jon open this door please.” I heard arguing for Jon not to open the door I heard it unlocked. 

I opened it and found Clark eyes red tears stained Damian arm cross looking at Jon very upset.

“What’s going on here why are you crying Jon Damian what did you do to Jon.” I came close to Jon hugging him he is just that kind of kid to hold he brings out the best out of me he reminds me of Clark.

“I...want him to sleep over he said no I told him it would be my birthday gift he said I was a pervert I don’t know why he would call me that we’re friends.” Jon said still holding him I squeezed him tighter.

“It is not good for us to be sleeping over of any kind he is just being difficult with me.” Damian said he was being a prick to Jon just for being a prick to Jon.

“Damian be nice to Jon all he’s asking you is to keep him company for a night and why would you call him a pervert. Jon’s not a pervert he’s a good kid and if you are his friend you’ll stay with him don’t deny him what he really wants which to have a friend he do’s not have many and when you reach my age you think you will have a whole bunch no Damian so stop being an ass and give him his birthday present.” I was talking more for myself then for them I just didn’t want to see anyone upset just because they are looking for comfort.

 I was thinking about Clark and I in mind

“Fine fine I didn’t bring any sleeping clothes or tooth brush.”

“I’m sure the Kent’s will provide you with that stuff.”

Jon was still hugging me I realised that he was holding me a little more then he should. “Ok Jonathan we’re good you could let go of me Damian agreed.” Jon unravels himself from my waist.

I felt a present around us I looked and saw Clark by the door watching us how long was he standing there I didn’t close the door when I came in here I guess.

He came in and the room shifted whenever Clark stepped in any room it always shifted. Damian turned to Clark and walked out of the room as he walked saying he will call his father.

Jon sat on his bed looking very pleased with himself defeating Damian.”Well I should be leaving can’t stay I was supposed to leave a moment ago but they distracted me.” I explained myself but I didn’t know why.

“Well can I call you later to see if you got home safe.” Clark said I walked out of the room and descended the stairs and put my hat and coat on.

 As I opened the door and walked off the Kent’s Clark tailing behind me he wouldn’t need a coat I turned to him. 

“Yes I will call you but Clark I don’t think I should have came today at all I feel like shit being around you’re family this is not ok.” I said getting closer to my car.

“No one is watching us and no one knows they just think your my friend and your supporting Jon that’s all just relax ok.” Clark seemed like he wasn’t worried but I knew at times he was naive this is one of those times.

“I just don’t want to be around family gathering it makes it harder.”

“Harder Dick don’t be ridiculous we are just talking.”

“Talking my foot.” I look over and saw that Clark didn’t close the door and Damian was watching us by the door.

“We have an audience Clark let go of my door so I can drive off.” I never really had a back and forth with him but today was not the time for it.

He looked back and waved to Damian how’s expression was of concern.

“Fine I’ll go but call me please.” As he gave me one last look and walked up to his house Damian was still by the door watching me as I drove off.

End of part 2 next will be part 3

Thank you for reading.

[spacehead1127]

Internet Wars and Woke Culture

Hi again! It has been quite a while since I last wrote here. Not much for an introduction, I’ll jump straight to the topic today. 

Disclaimer once again! (if you've read my posts before, you can ignore this part) Whatever I say here is never intended to bring harm or to hurt anyone, and do take what I say with a grain of salt. I never intend to appear aggressive through text if that's what you see, and I sincerely apologise if I have done so to you. In the end, all I want is to spark some interesting and meaningful conversations with people on the Internet who have similar or opposing thoughts and opinions. Thank you! 

If you're interested to read on, please proceed, but if you're not, you can leave quietly and ignore this and enjoy your day/night, wherever you are :) 

This is PART 3 of my text-podcast thing: go to my blog to see more! 

This “episode” is kind of like a follow-up to my very first text-podcast episode which was about the internet and especially the comment sections and how people can be so aggressive towards strangers who have offended them on the internet. Here it is if you want to read it before continuing on this one. 

Like I said on that post, I usually don’t interact with comments even if it makes my blood boil at times or if it contradicts my thoughts since I realised it’s never worth my energy to (I’m a pacifist yes). Though for the sake of this blog, I’ll share what I think of certain topics of arguments from online comment sections. I’m not here to hurt anyone, but purely just here to express my thoughts and opinions on things, so please don’t let this offend you if it does. 

I’ll use Instagram comment sections as an example, yes it’s pretty much a burning pit of fire at times. I don’t use Twitter/X though, but from what I hear from people of how the community is there I can only imagine it being an apocalypse every second. Every single thing you post online, you’re going to get judged or verbally attacked for it somehow, it’s almost inevitable. I know cyberbullying is a whole nother topic, but I’m talking about the burning pit of fire that is the internet all the time—how people spit back their opinions and “shouting” insults at each other, without even knowing who they really are in real life. Humans are complicated, and we shouldn’t judge each other based on just one aspect of our personalities and spend hours being aggressive online that will benefit no one in the end. And I’m serious about this being an issue, because at this point the internet is straying further and further away from being a safe and friendly place for users of all ages. 

I really don’t want to be seen as an old lady yapping about how bad the internet is and seemingly only ever speaking negatively of it. (Without the internet how am I going to send this message to people in the world lol) (And without the internet, I wouldn’t be who I am today) Communication and community wise it can give you a sense of belonging to reach out to people across the other side of the world, and of course there comes disadvantages as well. Give this video a watch, it explains this concept further and better than I can: The Internet is Worse Than Ever – Now What?

Allow me to give an example. Recently I was scrolling through Instagram and I stumbled upon a comment with raging replies under it. The post was by Billie Eilish, where she was in the same picture with Lana del Rey in it. (Feel free to search for it under Billie’s profile, unless she has removed the post. I’ll be summarising the little internet quarrel here as how I read and interpreted it) Instantly there were about 20 over comments there (at first glance) all having the same meaning: “free Palestine”.  If you were a new internet user and wasn’t really caught up with the news the past year, you’d be confused how this was related to Billie Eilish and Lana del Rey. Honestly I actually haven’t had a clue about it either, until I scroll further down the comments, and what I caught was Billie claiming to be a pro-Palestine while Lana was a pro-Israel, or something along those lines. There was a comment that accused Billie of being a hypocrite for being with Lana, and that’s where I saw 30+ (and still growing) replies under that comment. That’s where the battle of Israel-Hamas replies come in, where people supporting the opposing sides come in. There was one that stood out to me though, saying that there was nothing wrong for Billie to get along with someone despite their political disagreements (as a pacifist I couldn’t agree with this more, I wouldn’t let petty personal beliefs get in the way of a valuable interaction with another human being or treating them like they’re anything less than). But to that the OP of the comment said it wasn’t about that, it was about Billie being a hypocrite apparently. And then the argument goes on with many many more replies either opposing the OP or alongside the OP. 

There’s two things I’d like to discuss about this. If I were to say this in that comment section or anywhere else, I would be cancelled for it lmao. (Low-key we have no real freedom in saying our opinions on the internet these days, but I understand there needs to be boundaries and respect to others of course) First I’d like to talk about the woke culture part of this Israel-Hamas situation—I do not want to be saying anything about the actual situation itself, I only ever want to send my prayers to the victims involved on both sides who never wanted this war and thousands of souls lost because of it. In this case of woke culture, I am talking about the people around the world and especially the people online who support either side and constantly attack the other side for not agreeing with them. Woke culture as it is, is when people support something just because it’s trendy, is a good look on them, or it just seems to be a nice way to be accepted into mainstream society, until it’s inconvenient for them to support the cause and they end up seeming like they never meant what they said about supporting it. (Please correct me if I’m wrong about this definition of woke culture, I’m currently relying on my understandings and certain examples I read from the internet) 

A little trigger warning in case you get easily triggered by words you read online, and if it contradicts your beliefs, I urge you to stay calm and do not rush to the comments and bash me for it, (thanks for your cooperation and for making it this far, really I appreciate it, your patience and attention span is outstanding). Personally I find these rights supporters (of any kind, really, but more in light of the Israel-Hamas ongoing war) I find it sad, because they sound so passionate for one side of the war and its victims and yet I doubt they’re willing to actually travel to that country and pick up a gun and fight for the side they support. They spit their facts about what they know about the war’s history, who’s right and who’s wrong, and argue with the other side of it. I’m tired of seeing people say things they don’t really mean. What happened to us? What I absolutely hate about this at its core is there’s more talking than doing (hence the “actually being there irl to fight for their people” statement earlier), and besides that they’re wasting their energy arguing with people they don’t know and adding more fuel to the fire instead of actually helping, supporting, solving the cause itself. Shout “I don’t support genocide” all you want, but I ask you this question, what are you going to do about it? Do you think the presidents of Israel or Palestine or whoever is at the helm of this war are listening to you? I don’t mean this in an aggressive or mean way, but in a caring mother way that—this side of the internet is sounding a lot more like a whiny baby throwing a tantrum about something that upset them. A baby that cries and complains about the problem but can’t get up themselves to do something about it. These people might live on the other side of the world, have their daily tasks to do and their own things to stress about, so would they really sacrifice their lives just for a cause they claim to support?

The second thing (which isn’t really a big thing) about this situation is that sometimes people just spam comments about “free Palestine” under celebrities’ posts which seems really out of place. You can raise your voice about what you believe is right, but is commenting on a random celebrity’s post about it the right place to do it? I know it’s to spread the message to other internet users instead, but it seems that it’s just building more trenches for comment section verbal wars. As the Kurzgesagt video that I linked above says, this way of being online has sort of broken us apart further because we kept clashing with internet users across the world who have opposing beliefs. If only we had a little platform where we only gather and grow as a like-minded community instead of inviting conflict all the time. 

I’m genuinely not here to blame anyone who has done any of the above before, I’m only expressing what I feel about the situation as a whole and not directing any anger to anyone. (And I’m also aware that the way the internet is, most of its users aren’t here to share their opinions—they only want their own opinions to come out of other people’s mouths. I assure you, that is not my goal in my blog and I’m only here to begin discussions and conversations here) If you’d like to express your opinion in the comments below, please do but keep your calm and don’t spread hate, please. I’d love to discuss anything in a civil manner if it helps me grow as a person. I may be wrong about all this, and maybe supporting campaigns and protests—maybe it is what it is, and nothing more. Sometimes I don’t have to find anything wrong with everything and rant about it lmao. (I’m literally contradicting myself but genuinely, I mean what I say. I’m not a 2-dimensional person with single-minded thoughts haha) 

Anyway, I think that’s it for the topic of this post. I feel like I’ve apologised a lot already in this post but I’ll say it again just in case, I really am sorry if you felt deeply offended or contradicted or emotionally hurt under this post. I’d thought of sharing this because I feel it’s maybe sort of an unpopular opinion out there in mainstream society, and, well, I only live this long so why not share something with the world and make my mark here? But most of all, if you’ve read this far, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart that you took your time to read this essay bomb lol. If you have any thoughts, please feel free to express them below so we can have a discussion! Thank you. 

Enjoy the rest of your day/night!! Peace and love ♡

[outsideratheart]

I’ll Do It For You (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: When i first heard that Alexia tore her ACL i knew that i would write a fic about it. 2 weeks later and it is finished. I hope you all like it!

“Ok girls, good session, lets call it a day” You, as one of the team’s captains, tell the group of players you have been working with.

“No, go once more” You hear Jorge yell.

Your frustration grows, this is exactly how Jenni got injured, then Salma, how many other players have to get hurt before he realises that he is working the team too hard.

“Coach” you try to reason with him “We have been training for 3 hours, I think that is enough” 

The players watch your interaction with him. Nobody else has the guts to challenge him like you do but then again you practically have a guaranteed starting spot on the team.

You see the look on his face, it is one that you recognise all too well. You know that he isn’t going to change his mind so you choose to control the situation the best you can.

“Once more” you side with him “but focus more on technique not on aggression or power” 

You are in the middle of a 1v1 battle with Ona when it happens. You hear someone scream out in agony but it wasn’t just anyone, it’s Alexia. You run off towards her, pushing through any players that get in your way.

Once you get to her you see the issue, something is wrong with her knee. Some of the players have walked away but the players who know Alexia well, most being your Barca team mates, stay near by but give the two of you space. 

“Ale? Is it your knee?” You ask even though to know the answer. 

She doesn’t respond, the pain making it hard for her to speak. She simply nods her head as she holds her leg. 

When you look up you see Mapi already looking at you, waiting for your instructions. 

“Medic” you whisper trying to remain calm hoping not to panic Alexia any more than she already is. Your gut is telling you that it is bad because she never stays down unless it was serious but if you know this then she will too.

When the medics get there they ask you to give them space so that they can do their job.

“Y/N, don’t leave” Alexia begs you.

You look around to see some of the players surprised at Alexia’s vulnerability, it is something she very rarely showed to anyone but her family.

“Not leaving mi amor, just moving so the medics can look at you” you reply.

Doing as you told her, you move so that you are now stood behind her as the team’s physio try to move her knee. When you hear Alexia hiss in pain you move again so that you are sat behind her, Alexia automatically resting against you when she feels your presence.

You shift your focus from your girlfriend to the physio, deep down you know what the injury is but you need confirmation.

You mouth ACL, to which the medic nods his head. He stands and tells the two of your that it would be best to get scans taken of the knee to determine the damage. You help Alexia to her feet, taking most of her weight when you realise she is struggling to walk.

“Maps” you signal her over. Alexia puts one arm around you and the other around Mapi as the two of you help her to sidelines where a member of staff is running towards you with a pair of crutches.

A couple of hours later, you and the team’s physio accompany Alexia to the hospital. You pace the hall whilst she gets her scans.

You don’t hear the doors open but the sound of your girlfriend’s voice stops you in your tracks. 

“Y/N” her voice is weak and you can tell by the lack of emotion in her tone that it is what you feared, she has in fact tore her ACL.

The physio talks with the doctor whilst you and Alexia sit down.

“I’m going to kill him. I told him that we should have stopped” You are beyond furious “How about I take you back to the hotel and we can have a night in the room, just the two of us” Jorge was at the top of your shit list but in this moment you are grateful that he fulfilled your request of sharing a room with Alexia for the tournament.

“Can we stay here for a little bit?” She asks you “I’m not ready to face the team yet”

“We will do whatever you want” you say softly. You open your arms, Alexia happily burying herself in your side.

In that moment, you realise what this means. When you feel tears on your neck you realise that Alexia has come to the same realisation. You place a gently kiss on her head, hoping that it can bring her some comfort. You feel her body shaking as she sobs, letting out all of the emotion that she has been holding in so far.

When you look up you see the physio the car keys, letting you know that he will wait for the two of you in the car.

“What if I can’t do it” Alexia says referring to her recovery and comeback.

“Alexia” you move the palm of your hand to her cheek, turning her head to face you “You are one of the strongest people I have met. You can do this, that I have no doubt and I will be by your side every step of the way” you tell her.

“Y/N” Alexia says, picking up of the way you phrased your words.

“Alexia” you mimic her tone, trying to lighten the mood.

“I know you, I know what you are thinking and I won’t allow it” she uses her captain’s voice.

“I will be by your side for this, I won’t leave you to do this alone”

This is something you are certain of, you knew it the moment you saw Alexia on the floor holding her knee in agony. You love playing for Spain but you love your girlfriend more and nothing is going to stop you from being by her side.

“You can play, I can’t” Alexia’s eyes begin to tear up after saying the words out loud for the first time “You can lead our team and our country to the final and bring the Euro Copa home”

“I can’t do this without you. It was suppose to be me, you, V and Jenni. I can’t do it alone” you swallow hard as you feel your emotions rising to the surface.

“You can do anything you put you mind to, you have shown me this much” Alexia says reassuring you.

You know that nothing you say will make Alexia see your reasoning for leaving the euros so you don’t bring it up again. The two of you sit in the waiting room for just over half an hour before she tells you that she is ready to go back to Marlow. Whilst in the car you send Mapi a text to let her know that you are on your way back.

When you arrive, you see Mapi, Patri, Lola, Aitana, Mariona, Leila and Misa in the lobby. They all swarm around Alexia wanting to make sure that their friend is ok. You stay close by as you try to protect her and her knee, the last thing you wanted is for one of the the knock her. The look in Alexia’s eyes have changed, the woman you were with in the waiting room is no longer there, instead the captain is front and centre. She tells the team that it is in fact her ACL and that will need surgery.

“When do you leave?” Patri asks.

Alexia looks at you before answering. This is something that you didn’t know.

“I have decided to stay until after the game against Iceland, then I will fly back to Barcelona on Saturday and they have scheduled my surgery for Sunday afternoon” After saying this she reaches out for your hand which you take happily, knowing that you both needed the comfort that the connection would bring.

“and you?” Mariona asks knowing full well that you wouldn’t leave Alexia to go through this alone.

You go respond but Alexia cuts you off only to get cut off herself.

“Y/N isn’t leaving. The team needs her now more than ever, I will not lose another captain” Jorge answers the question.

“You can’t stop me” you snap back.

Feeling that the situation is going to get heated, Alexia decides to intervene before you say something you will regret. You are considered a very calm and collected person but when it came to Alexia things were very different.

“I’m going to our room. Come with me” Alexia pauses as she moves closer to you “Please” she whispers and you know that her ask has two meanings.

“Of course” you turn placing a soft kiss to the side of her head.

“This conversation isn’t over, I will come and find you tomorrow coach” you tell Jorge making sure the he knows who is in control.

You swipe the key to the room you and Alexia share, holding the door so that she can enter first. 

Once inside Alexia sits on the bed, the way she looks at you, you know there and then that you are in trouble.

“Don’t” you beat Alexia to it.

“I wasn’t going to say anything” Alexia smirks, knowing that her lie is obvious. “Come here” you do as your told.

“I’m going for a shower and I could really use your help” Alexia says knowing just how to calm you down.

This is one of the many things you love about her. Even though she is heartbroken, she is still making the extra effort to make sure that you are ok.

You quickly take your top off, throwing it aside “Do you need help with yourx?” You ask playfully.

Alexia chuckles at your eagerness before nodding her head. You carefully help her to her feet, she lifts her arms up as you take her top off. Once she sits down you bend to your knees, you take her socks and shoes off gently as not to cause her pain. You tug at her waistband and Alexia lifts her hips off the bed allowing you to take her shorts off. You kiss her knee and it might just be the softest kiss you have ever given her.

When you look up at Alexia you see her crying.

“Baby” you say as you wipe her tears away.

“It’s not fair” she tells you, your action once again reminding her of the situation.

“No, it’s not” you agree.

After taking a shower, you go down to the makeshift food hall to get some food for the both of you.

“How is she?” Ona asks.

When you look around you see the rest of the team waiting for your reply, all clearly worried about Alexia.

“I’ll be honest, she isn’t doing great but she is strong. It’s hard for her at the moment, you all know how much the tournament meant to her. Going into this we said we would play for V and then we said we would play for Jenni, now you will have to play for Alexia as well” you say addressing the whole squad.

It is Lola who comes up to you “We will play for them. We will win this for them” 

You know what she is trying to do but you won’t lie to one of your closest friends.

“Lola” 

“No Y/N, you have to play. We need you” At this point the goalkeeper is practically begging you.

“She needs me more” you reassuringly squeeze her shoulder. 

Should you decide to leave the euros, you hope that your team would understand.

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Friday comes sooner than you hope. You cannot remember the last time you played for Spain and Alexia wasn’t on the field with you. Before leaving for the stadium you ask to talk to Jorge and you both come to an agreement which you know he isn’t happy with, truth is you couldn’t care less.

After the warm ups you are sat in your locker. You lean forward, resting your hands on your knees, eyes closed as you prepare for the game. You feel two hands on your shoulders, you don’t need to look up to know who it is, only one person could get away with interrupting your ritual.

“Hi” Alexia tells you “Happen to have one of those that I could wear?” she tugs at the shirt you have tightly grasped in your hand. This is one of your superstitions, you never wore your shirt until the very last minute, you always wait until it is go time.

“I thought you were going to wearing Virginia’s?” You are slightly confused.

“If I am going to be a fan today, I want to show support for my beautiful, super talented girlfriend” she explains her reasoning.

The players who hear her awe in response before laughing at your now red cheeks. You throw your warm up jacket at them “shut up” you say quietly, showing that your are slightly embarrassed by the compliment.

“Have this one” you pass her your shirt “I am waiting for a special one”

Now it is alexia’s turn to be confused but right on cue the kit manager gives you a shirt. You lift it up, a proud smile on your face. You can see the look of intrigue on Alexia’s so you turn the shirt around so she can see what has you so happy.

“You like?” You ask her. 

She takes it from you holding it up. There on the back of your shirt was Y/L/N and the number 14.

“But you love your 7, you once told me that you would never wear another number, you even got in included in your Barca contract” 

“I need you on the pitch with me”

Alexia is about to respond when a member of the coaching staff comes over to the two of you and tells Alexia that is is time to take her seat. She rest her crutches against your locker as she put your shirt on, you hand rests on her waist to keep her steady.

“Can I?” Alexia asks holding up your shirt and you nod your head.

She places the shirt over your head. Once your arms are though you gives you a quick peck on the lips. PDA is a rarity for the two of you especially in the locker room but in this moment you need it and Alexia knew it.

The game couldn’t have started any worse as Finland score within the first 60 seconds. Alexia watches from the bench, waiting for you to look her way but you don’t.

You breathe again when Irene scores, the game is even and you plan to make the most of it. You do just that when Spain get a free kick just out side of the box.

Normally it would be Alexia by you side, standing over the ball, today though Mapi joins you.

You start to tell her that you are taking it but she stops you.

“You got this. Score a goal for your girl” you know the cameras are on you, when you take a quick glance at the big screen you can see that you are blushing at Mapi’s words.

Once you hit the ball you know it is going it but still you wait until it hits the back of the net. Out of habit you look around the pitch, without thinking about it you are looking for Alexia. The whole team knows what you are doing so they step aside, making a clear path to the bench.

You just about reach the sidelines when you see the lines women holding out her arm and Jorge comes towards you, both trying to stop you from leaving the pitch.

“You can’t” he says knowing what you want to do.

“Watch me” you say.

You see Alexia hobbling near the gates. You hop over them as you celebrate with the love of your life.

Your arms are around Alexia’s neck, hers around you waist.

“Everything I do is for you. I will win this tournament and I’ll do it for you” you kiss her neck, knowing that it won’t be obvious to the cameras what you are doing.

What you didn’t notice is that whilst you are celebrating with Alexia, the referee has made her way to Jorge.

The lines woman starts to reprimand you which pisses you off. Can’t she see that this is about more than football.

“Oh, fuck off” you say having enough of her.

Just your luck the referee hears you and gives you a yellow card for your language.

“Worth it” you mumble as you run back onto the pitch.

Spain win the game 4-1, with the other two goals coming from Aitana and Mariona.

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The next morning you help Alexia pack her things ready for her journey to Barcelona. Every so you often you catch her with a blank look on her face and you know that she is thinking about her surgery. It is something you know she is nervous about even if she won’t admit it.

You take her bag, quickly running it downstairs. When you get to the lobby you see the majority of the team waiting for the Balon d’or winner. You go back up to your room returning not 10 minutes later with the girl they are waiting for. 

Watching from afar you see player by player say goodbye to their captain, some simple, some more emotional than others. You are so focused on your conversation with your performance coach you don’t realise that the team’s attention is now on you. Looking around you try and figure out why but nobody says anything. Then you see Alexia hobbling her way towards you.

“Can you give us a minute?” She tells the other players.

“Yeah” “sure” “of course” these are a few of the responses that you hear before you realise what Alexia is asking.

“No need for a goodbye, not yet anyway” you tell her. Alexia now has her arm wrapped around your shoulders, leaning on you for support instead of relying on her crutches.

“Baby” she whispers so only you can hear her “It’s time for me to go” 

You look over to Jorge who subtly nods his head letting you know that the agreement you two made still stands.

“I’m coming with you” your words gain the attention of the team who were trying and failing to give you and Alexia a moment to yourselves.

“But coach said he didn’t want you to leave” Pina reminds you.

“We came to an agreement, didn’t we?” You ask Jorge who once again nods “I am going to go with Alexia and be by her side for her surgery then when she is discharged and settled at home, I will come back”

Alexia listens to you and she cannot believe what she is hearing. She wants nothing more than for you to be with her but after Jorge’s reaction she thought that she would be going back to Barcelona alone.

“And you are definitely going to come back?” Leila asks needing the extra confirmation.

You hesitate for a moment, the thought of leaving Alexia still doesn’t settle well with you.

“She will” Alexia says whilst look at you hoping that you will agree with her, which you do.

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Keeping to Alexia’s word you return to Marlow 3 days laters, although you did cancel 2 flights before finally leaving Spain.

You couldn’t believe how different things are without her there. You now had a room to yourself which is both a blessing and disguise. After a long day training and putting on a happy face, it gives you a safe space to feel however you wanted to feel but it also means that you got very lonely. Every time time you go back to your room you want to call Alexia but you choose against it because you didn’t want to hurt her more, calling to tell her about training would be like rubbing salt in the wound. According to her mum she isn’t taking her injury very well, she refuses to talk about football, the only one to get to smile is Nala who refuses to leave her side.

The absence of Alexia and Jenni is obvious. The team is split up into Barcelona and Real Madrid with the other players picking whichever side gives them game time. You and Irene are trying your hardest to unite the team but nothing works. 

The tournament doesn’t go as you hoped, with Spain losing to Germany in the second group game. Afterwards you shut yourself off, you begin to second guess your every move. Once back at the hotel you go straight to your room, you decline Leila and Misa’s offer to eat with them, saying that you didn’t have an appetite.

“Let me guess, she isn’t hungry” Aitana asks the couple.

Leila shakes her head.

“I’ve never seen her like this, even after a loss she stays with us, she always said that it is important we stick together in the wins and the losses” Misa says clearly concerned for her friend.

“She misses Alexia” Patri blurts out whilst she takes a mouthful of food.

“We all do” Lola snaps slightly.

“It’s different for Y/N and you know it Lola” Mapi comes to your defence without hesitation.

The tattooed defender pauses for a second and it is clear that she is contemplating saying something. The table watches as she opens her mouth to talk but then changes her mind.

“It’s worse than what she leads on” Mapi tells the team “Alexia called me this morning, her and Y/N got into an argument now she is shutting herself off. She won’t take Alexia’s calls and she has told Eli that she doesn’t want to be here anymore” 

The team is in shock upon hearing what Mapi is telling them. They know you are struggling, the pressure you are facing is unlike anything before. The team lost two captains leaving you and Irene, only thing is you speak fluent English so you have been doing the majority of the media duties. The team knows that you and Alexia are dating but your only your Barcelona team mates knows just how deep the bond you and Alexia share is.

“We need her for the Denmark game” Ester says.

“No, we need her for the tournament. I hate to admit it but she is carrying this team” Sandra says.

Everyone hums in agreement.

“So what do we do?” Athenea asks.

“We give her the space and be there for her if and when she needs us” Mariona suggests.

“Oh and one more thing, try not to ask her about Alexia. I heard some of you this morning, you ask her about Alexia before you said Good Morning” Leila says remembering some of the conversations she heard whilst getting breakfast.

Days pass and it is soon the do or die Denmark game. The hopes of the team and of the country hangs in the palace. Tensions are high on the bus to the stadium, the energy is off and you know if it stays that this then you will be packing your bags and going home.

In the locker room you can hear the tapping of boots on the floor. Deciding you can no longer take it, you ask the coaching staff to give you the room.

“You know when we first starting preparing for this tournament I truly though that we will win it. The way we were training, it gave the rest of the teams something to fear but now, it is like we are a different team entirely. I know that you all miss our captains, but as much I hate it say it, we can’t think about them, they aren’t here. You know who is? The women is this room, the women who despite some of our issues during the league” you look at ester, your lips curling into a smirk “I am proud to call my team mates” 

You pace around the locker room as you muster the courage to say what needs to be said. 

“Ever since the first game we have said that we play for those who are not here and whilst I love those people, we need to start playing for ourselves. We are a team, one team!” Your emotions begin to get the better of you so choose to cut your speech short.

“I know that you guys are worried about me but you don’t need to be. I am here because I want to be, is it hard at times, yes but I am here to win the Euros. Anyone else?” 

The team cheers loudly in response.

Throughout the game you feel like you are cursed, you are pulling out every trick in your book but the ball refuses to hit the back of the net. The curse lingers over the rest of the team as the game remains 0-0 at half time. The second half gives you hope but time is running out and even though as it stands Spain will go through, you want to win, you need the win.

You make a run in the box when you see Mariona running forward but you also see Olga clear on her left. You see the play before it happens. You run, moving behind your marker so that you are clear and as if on cue Olga send the ball into the box, you manage to get your head on it perfectly and watch as it flies past the keepers hand and into the back of the next.

You did it!

Spain are through the the quarter finals!

That night you celebrate with your team and once you are back in your room you face time Alexia.

“I know it wasn’t our best, my best performance but” you begin to say but Alexia cuts you off.

“You are amazing, I am so proud of you Y/N” You watch Alexia as she bites the her cheek, something she did when she was nervous.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Mapi called me” you roll your eyes “Don’t be mad at her. She is telling me the things you should be. Why didn’t you tell me you aren’t sleeping or that you are stressed?” 

You cannot help but feel guilty when you see the look on her face, clearly she is hurt that you kept these from her.

“I didn’t want to worry you. I felt horrible after our argument, I never should have snapped at you, my problems are nothing compared to what you are going through. I’ll be fine, you just need to focus on you” you feel a tear roll down your cheek, you look away hoping that Alexia doesn’t see.

“Baby, look at me” you don’t “Please” you do so at the second time of asking.

“Me and you, we are partners. No one’s problems are more important than the others” 

“I disagree” 

“I knew you would because you put everyone before yourself, it is one of the things I admire the most about you. You are playing in one of the most important tournaments of your career and you are thinking about leaving it because you want to be with me”

“I don’t know what you are talking about” your attempt to lie fails miserably as Alexia clearly knows the truth.

“My mum told me. She is worried about you too, Alba as well. Nala even barks differently at the tv when she sees you”

“I really wish I was there but I know that I need to be here. I made you a promise and I plan on seeing it through”

“You are unstoppable out there”

“Because I know you are watching”

You and Alexia talk for a few more hours, she can tell that you are tired so she tells you a story, one of your favourites, the moment she knew she was in love with you. By the end of it you are fast asleep.

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The team bond is stronger than every after the Denmark game. Spain end up beating England in the quarter finals and Sweden in the semi finals. Despite the obstacles thrown your way, you make it to the final. Now only one team stands in the way. France.

The thing you hate about the French team is that is had so many Lyon players. You and the Barca girls joked about how if you beat them in the euros the victory would be extra sweet.

Another reason why you are looking forward to the game is because Alexia had told you that she got the all clear from the doctor to fly to London and be there or at least that was the plan.

It is the morning of the day before the final and you are on your way down to breakfast when you hear your phone go off, looking down you see ‘Mi Alma’ on the screen.

“Hi” you say drowsily as you had just woken up.

“Good Morning, have you just woken up?” You nod your head as you rub you eyes with your spare hand.

If ever asked, Alexia would say this is when she likes you the most, this is time you are most human. You aren’t a captain, not even a football player, you are quite simply her girlfriend, the title that she prefers out of all of them.

It is when you see the look of distress of her face that you begin to worry, your concern for your girlfriend waking you up quicker than any coffee ever could.

“What is it?” Just as you finish your sentence, the elevator doors open and you make your way to the make shift food hall.

“I’m so sorry” she tells you.

“What are you talking about? You have nothing to apologise for” you try to comfort her but it is hard to do without knowing her reason.

“I can’t” she pauses much to your annoyance.

“Can’t what Alexia” without knowing it you raise you voice, gaining the attention of those around you.

“The final” although her sentence isn’t complete you understand her meaning.

“You’re not coming to the game” your nose twitches, your eyes brimming with tears. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. The swelling in my knee hasn’t gone down as much as they thought it would so the doctors have told me that is best not to fly” 

Your hurt is soon replaced with worry.

“Don’t worry about the final Alexia, it isn’t important” you wipe your eyes, the action tells your team mates around you that her not coming is in fact important to you, how could it not be.

You see Irene enter the room and use it as an excuse “sorry baby, Irene is calling me, I have to go” 

Knowing the importance of a captain’s meeting she lets you go without a second thought.

“What was that about? I have just walked in, I don’t need to talk to you. You could have finished your conversation with Alexia” the Basque woman is clearly confused.

“Alexia isn’t coming to the game” you say before walking towards the door you had just entered mere moments ago.

The team watches you walk away.

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea” 

“She will be fine”

“We have had the old Y/N for the past couple of days and we all know that it isn’t because we are through to the final, it was because she was going to see Ale”

“Imagine her face, it will be worth it”

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Saturday 31st July, Euros final, a sold out Wembley Stadium.

“Ok, we get it. You have played for this number of people before but for some of us this is a big deal and it’s a final, yours was only a quarter final” Lola rambles on, showing her nerves.

“and semi final” Partri corrects her.

“and it was Camp Nou. Wembley is nothing compared to Camp Nou” you tell the goalkeeper.

Your Barcelona team mates cheer as they remember the the memory, the day you all made history and then broke your own record and made history again.

After the warm up you sat in you locker as you read a text from Alexia that simply wished you luck. The shortness worried you, this is the beginning you think, this is her closing off and pushing you away.

“Any words from the captain?” You hear Sandra ask.

You turn your phone off and look towards Irene but when you look around the room you see everyone’s eyes on you, Irene standing in front of you holding out the armband.

“Well captain” she places the band around you arm “Got anything you would like tell the team?”

You can tell by the faces around you that this was planned.

“I don’t think” you try to talk you way out of the armband. Up until this point you have always being a metaphorical captain, only taking the armband when one of the other captains were subbed off.

“You deserve this. Don’t insult yourself by not taking it” 

You give a pep talk, one of your best if you do say so yourself.

You stand in the tunnel, proudly sporting your new accessory. Your debut as captain is a Euros final and you  didn’t have her there to see it.

As if you are thinking out loud, Sandra places her hand on your shoulder “She’ll be proud of you no matter where she is watching from” 

You don’t have time to respond as the referee and linesmen begin the walk to the pitch.

After the line up and the coin toss you take you place on the pitch. You pull the 14 on the front of you shirt to your lips, kissing it just as you have every other game. You look to the family section and see the empty seat that was reserved for Alexia. The world has been cruel to her in the past few weeks but you really hoped to cheer her up today, you know that you can still do that but it isn’t the same. 

90 minutes later, the referee blows her whistle for the final time of the tournament. You’ve done it, Spain have done it, they have beaten France 3-1 thus earning the title of European champions.

You fall to the floor, all the strength you have been channeling since day one is gone. You lay on the pitch, face down in your hands. Sobs racking your body as you let your head catch up with your heart. All the hurt you have felt during the Euros, the feeling of letting Alexia down by choosing to remain with team. The fact that you have finally won a trophy with Spain and she isn’t by you side when it happens. 

The concept of time fails you, the world around you fading as you lay their on the pitch with no intention of moving, not until you can compose yourself.

“We did it” 

“We are Champions!” 

You look up to find the Melis with huge grins on their faces.

When they see you face, their expression changes.

“Jorge sent us over, said it is almost time for the presentation and that the captain needs to be front and centre”

“Thanks” you grab both of their hands “We won” you say almost in disbelief.

Mapi hold her hands to her chest, pretending to be offending by your words “Did you ever doubt us”

“Not you guys” you tell them.

“What have I told you about doubting yourself” 

You recognise the voice instantly and the looks on the pair of defenders faces confirm what you already know. You are up on your feet in the blink of an eye, turning to face her.

Alexia.

Words aren’t needed, you just want to hold her, so you do.

Your arms wrap tightly around her waist. Her crutches fall the floor as she knows she is safe in your hold. You bury your head in the crook her neck. 

“Are you mad that I lied?” She asks you.

Truth is Alexia was worried about how you would react to seeing her. Sure, she knew you would be happy but it was a risk. When she told you has wasn’t coming she wasn’t sure if it would ruin the game.

“Under any other circumstance I would be furious. I thought you had hurt yourself more, do you understand how that made me feel?”

“that is a no, right?” She asks still not sure if she is in trouble.

“I could never be mad at you, not when you look like that” 

“I’m not doing anything”

“Exactly” 

Alexia softly slaps your shoulder making sure to keep one hand around your neck for balance.

“Hey! I was being nice, I can be mad at you at if you want”

Alexia rapidly shakes her head.

“That’s what what I thought” you look down her her knee which is currently in a brace “Just to make things clear, you are ok, aren’t you?”

“I am. The doctor has said that I am healing well and I have you to thank for that”

Alexia words catch you off guard, you couldn’t have been less helpful given that you have been in a different country.

“You” she pokes your chest “have motivated every day that we have been apart. The day after you left was really hard, nala couldn’t understand why I wasn’t playing with her so she went in a mood with me and then me and alba got in an argument because she was hovering so she left. Then my mum came round and gave me a letter, one of the many that you left with her. I read it and it was like you were there with me even though you were almost 1,000 miles away”

Alexia moves closer to you, her face inches away from yours. She leans forward and for a brief moment you think she is going to kiss you but at the last minute moves her lips to your ear.

“We are surrounded by cameras and for the first time in a very long time I don’t care. I want this moment to life forever. I am so proud of you Y/N, I know that you have struggled but you never gave up and that is what makes you one of the best, it is why I love you. You inspired the entire team and pushed them to be the best players they can be. If is why you have this” she pulled at the captains armband “and why you deserve to be the first one to lift that trophy”

Alexia pulls away so that she can look you in your eyes.

The words you told her in that very first game play on repeat in her head.

I will win this tournament and I’ll do it for you.

“You kept your promise” 

Once again, she leans forward and when you see her glance at your lips you know exactly what she is going to do.

“The cameras?” You say as you look around, seeing several cameras aimed at the two of you.

“Like I said before, I don’t care. Nothing and no one will stop me from doing this” 

Her lips crash against yours, the world disappearing around you as your mouths move in sync. You are so caught up in the moment that you barely hear the cheering and whistling. You pull away first, knowing that the two of you could do this for hours. 

“The next few days are going to be fun” you say causing the both of you to laugh.