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I’m not a kid! pt. 1 ✫ jeon jungkook

in which you’ve always had a hopeless crush on your brother’s best friend, Jungkook, who’s made it painfully clear he doesn’t feel the same—until a family vacation forces buried emotions to the surface.

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst & fluff ! idolverse, age gap, arguments, jungkook is an ass with reader, making out…

NOTE: i’ll upload part 2 later… someday!! this work is not revised and english is not my first language :)

part 1, part 2.

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The salty breeze of Busan’s coastline always carried the scent of the ocean and the faint cries of seagulls circling above. The city was alive with contrasts: the bustling fish markets that lined the shore and the quiet charm of the winding streets that climbed up the hills.

For Jungkook, Busan had always been home. The neighbourhood where he grew up wasn’t particularly special, but it was familiar—a place where kids spent endless summers playing soccer at the nearby park. That’s where he first met Minho.

Minho, your older brother, was the kind of boy everyone gravitated towards. He was a social butterfly while Jungkook was a shy eight-year-old, reluctant to join in but unable to resist Minho’s easygoing charisma.

“You’re on my team, Jeon,” Minho had declared one afternoon, tossing a worn-out soccer ball to Jungkook without waiting for a response.

From that day on, the two were inseparable. They shared everything: snacks bought from corner stores, secrets whispered during sleepovers, and dreams about what they wanted to be when they grew up.

That’s how you came into the picture.

You were Minho’s little sister, always tagging along, much to Jungkook’s annoyance. You were the sunshine to Minho’s confident energy, with an eternal optimism that made everyone crack a smile. But to him, you were just Minho’s sister—someone to tolerate because you came with the package.

Instead, over the years, your bubbly nature and obvious admiration for Jungkook became harder for him to ignore. You lingered on the sidelines of their soccer matches, offering water bottles and clapping too enthusiastically when he scored a goal. You laughed at his jokes even when they weren’t funny and gave him small, thoughtful gifts on his birthday—things like handmade keychains or little notes tucked into envelopes.

And while Minho teased you endlessly about your obvious crush, Jungkook’s reaction was always more severe. He hated it—not because he didn’t like you, but because he didn’t know how to like you. That made everything infinitely more complicated.

So, he did what he thought was best: he pushed you away.

NINE YEARS AGO…

The evening had the magic that only Busan nights could conjure: warm, salty air and the soft glow of lanterns strung along the bustling street-side restaurant.

Your family and the Jeons had planned this dinner weeks ago, a casual gathering to catch up and enjoy good food before Jungkook left for another training session in Seoul.

“I’m moving to Seoul,” he announced some years ago at your family’s barbecue, his tone casual, as if he hadn’t just shattered your world.

Your heart sank.

“For what?” your brother asked, genuinely curious.

Jungkook’s lips curled into the smallest of smiles. “To be a trainee. BigHit is giving me a shot.”

You froze, the words hitting you harder than you expected. He hadn’t told you. He hadn’t even hinted at it. That night, you cried alone in your room. You felt betrayed: that was your only dream since childhood. Eventually he left Busan to become a trainee, which had made you wonder if you’ll ever have an opportunity in the industry.

The long, wooden table was nestled under a canopy of fairy lights, with plates of grilled fish, spicy tteokbokki, and steaming bowls of jjigae scattered across its surface. You sat beside Jungkook, not by choice but because the seating arrangement had worked out that way. Your mother was chatting animatedly with Mrs. Jeon, and your brother Minho was in a heated debate with Jungkook’s older brother about which soccer team was superior.

You couldn’t focus. Not with Jungkook so close, his presence filling the air between you. He was dressed casually in a black hoodie and jeans, his dark hair slightly messy from the seaside breeze. He was scrolling through his phone, barely acknowledging you, but you could feel the heat radiating from his shoulder whenever it brushed yours.

As the clock neared midnight, the temperature dropped. You rubbed your arms, the thin pink cardigan you’d worn doing little to ward off the chill. You tried to focus on the conversation, but your shivering gave you away.

“Are you cold?” your mom asked from across the table, concern in her eyes.

“I’m fine,” you lied quickly, forcing a smile.

But you weren’t fine, and Jungkook noticed your trembling.

Later, when the two families were chatting, you hesitated for a moment and then glanced at him. “Can I… borrow your hoodie?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. “What?”

“Your hoodie,” you repeated, trying to sound casual. “I’m freezing here.”

He stared at you for a second longer than necessary, his lips pressing into a thin line. Then, without a word, he pulled the hoodie over his head, his black t-shirt riding up slightly to reveal a toned stomach. You quickly looked away, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Here,” he muttered, holding it out to you.

You slipped it on, the fabric warm and smelling faintly of his cologne—a mix of citrus and vanilla. It was far too big on you, the sleeves hanging past your fingertips, but it was comforting nonetheless.

“Thanks,” you said softly, stealing a glance at him.

He shrugged, his expression unreadable. “It’s just a hoodie.”

But as the night went on, you noticed little things. How he subtly shifted closer when the breeze picked up. How his knee brushed against yours under the table, and he didn’t pull away. How, when he thought no one was looking, his gaze lingered on you a second too long.

And maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t just a hoodie after all.

That dinner had stirred something in you. Maybe it was the way Jungkook had handed you his hoodie without hesitation or the bubble gum scent on it. Whatever it was, the feelings swirling inside you.

SEVEN YEARS AGO…

It all started at one of Minho’s infamous parties. The room was crowded, music pumping, and you tried your best to enjoy yourself but the thought of being there just because you were Minho's sister made you cringe. That was until you saw Jungkook laughing in the corner with his friends. He had got back from Seoul a few days ago because his company gave him some free days.

Your chest tightened as you saw him. It was impossible to ignore how Jungkook’s carefree laughter carried across the room, pulling you into a spiral of softness. You retreated to the kitchen, determined to drown your emotions in a cup of punch. That’s where Juwon found you, one of your brother's friends.

"Stop pouting," he teased, ruffling your hair. "What’s wrong, kid?"

You shrink at the thought of being called a "kid". "I’m not a kid," you snapped, pulling away. "And nothing’s wrong."

Juwon didn’t believe you, but before he could pry further, Jungkook walked in. His sharp jawline, dark eyes, and smirk made your heart skip a beat.

"Juwon-ah," Jungkook greeted casually before his gaze flicked to you. "What’s with the long face? Did someone steal your crayons?"

Your jaw tightened, and Juwon chuckled. "She’s sulking about something. Probably got dumped." You glared at him, but Jungkook’s smirk only widened.

"Dumped?" Jungkook tilted his head mockingly. "You’d have to date someone for that to happen, kid."

That was the last straw.

"Stop, I’m not a kid!" you snapped, slamming your cup onto the counter. "I’m not some little girl you can just mock whenever you feel like it, Jungkook!"

The room went silent, tension crackling between you. Jungkook’s smirk faltered, replaced by something unreadable. Juwon shifted uncomfortably, sensing he’d made a mistake by staying.

"Alright..." Juwon muttered. "I’m leaving you two to... whatever this is." When he left, Jungkook leaned against the counter, his eyes narrowing as he studied you.

"You’re really something, aren’t you?" he said, his voice low. "Always so desperate to prove yourself. What are you trying to prove this time? That you’re all grown up?"

You felt the sting of his words but refused to back down.

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might actually apologize. Instead, he muttered, "You’re too young to understand."

"Stop using that excuse!" you shot back. "I’m not a kid anymore, and you don’t get to decide how I feel!" The argument hung in the air like a storm ready to break. Jungkook opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, his expression darkened immediately. He went closer to you, his height suddenly making the space between you feel even smaller.

“Are you kidding right now?” he asked, his tone cold. Your noses were almost touching.

Your heart sank and you closed your eyes. “I… I just want to be serious. For once.”

“Serious?” His voice rose, sharp and cutting. “Kid, you'll never be.”

The words hit you like a slap. You blinked rapidly, trying to process the sudden shift in his demeanour.

“I don’t need this,” he continued, his frustration spilling out. “I don’t need you trying to play house or whatever weird crush you’ve got going on. Stop wasting your time on me. You’re just a little kid.”

Your chest tightened the sting of his words bringing tears to your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice trembling. The cup you were holding was long forgotten.

"You’re... impossible, stubborn, and way too good for someone like me." Your breath hitched as his hand brushed against yours.

"Kook..."

He pulled back suddenly, as if afraid of what might happen next. "We can’t," he muttered, more to himself than to you. But before he could walk away, you grabbed his wrist.

"You’re an idiot," you said, tears pricking your eyes. "But if you walk away now, you’re proving me right."

Jungkook froze, his expression conflicted. Then, in one swift motion, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing onto yours. He began to kiss you, gently biting on your lower lip trying to make you open your mouth. You had never, in your whole life, thought Jungkook would be kissing you.

The kiss was messy, desperate, and everything you’d imagined it would be. One hand on your waist gripping you tightly, rubbing circles with his thumb as his other hand is gently holding the side of your face.

Jungkook began to press kisses along the length of your neck, stopping just above your jawline.

“That feels nice,” you blushed.

He chuckled as he leant in towards you, brushing his hand against your cheek. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his voice shaky.

“We can’t… You know we can’t.”

Once again, his eyes travelled to your lips but before he could kiss you he turned quickly, rushing back into the living room before you broke down completely.

Or so he thought. That was the first time Jeon Jungkook kissed you.

That night, sitting alone in your room with tear-streaked cheeks and a heart that felt both shattered and strangely free, you made a decision: it was time to focus on yourself.

Becoming an idol had always been your dream. You remembered the exact moment you decided this was what you wanted—a moment of clarity during a school talent show when the cheers of the crowd and the spotlight on you felt like home.

But dreaming of something and pursuing it were two entirely different things.

When you told your family you wanted to audition, they smiled indulgently, thinking it was a phase. Your brother, ever protective, had scoffed, telling you to "be realistic." Jungkook, who was still part of your life, had smirked and asked, "Are you trying to be me? Do you even know how hard life my is?"

And he was right.

Auditioning for agencies was gruelling. There were days when you faced rejection after rejection, each one feeling like a crack in the foundation of your confidence. You’d wake up at 5 a.m. for practice sessions, juggling school, part-time jobs, and long hours of singing and dancing in a cramped studio. Every week, you had to convince yourself to keep going when everything in you screamed to quit.

The hardest part, though, wasn’t the physical exhaustion—it was the emotional toll.

Friendships began to slip away, you missed birthdays, family dinners, and countless moments that made your hometown feel like home. Moving to Seoul for training was bittersweet. You were chasing your dream, but it felt like leaving behind pieces of yourself.

Training wasn’t glamorous, either. There were days when your trainers yelled at you for missing a note or a beat, and you’d spend nights in the dorm crying into your pillow, wondering if you’d ever be good enough. Some trainees around you gave up, packing their bags and leaving without a word. But you stayed because deep down, you knew this was what you were meant to do.

And then, one day, after years of relentless hard work, you got a call from BigHit. You had been selected to debut. You and the four other girls you’d grown close to over endless practice hours were going to be idols.

But with gaining fame came him.

Jungkook had debuted first, of course, with BTS. And every time you crossed paths at the company, at award shows or music programs, he made it clear he wasn’t thrilled about it.

It was a surreal moment as you and your group—Mimi, Sky, Nari, and Yunjin—stepped into the large studio for the BigHit family photoshoot. The air buzzed with energy as staff members rushed to set up lighting and cameras. You were dressed in coordinating white outfits, your makeup and hair perfected to the last detail, but none of it stopped the nervous flutter in your stomach.

The nerves only intensified when you saw BTS already gathered near the set, their laughter and chatter filling the room. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen them; in fact, you’d met the members long before they became global sensations, back when Jungkook was still a trainee.

Taehyung and Jin had always been the most welcoming, making an effort to befriend you during those early, uncertain days of training. You had countless memories of Taehyung showing you silly tricks to lighten your mood and Jin bringing snacks to share after practice sessions. Even now, they greeted you with warm smiles, as if no time had passed at all.

Taehyung waved enthusiastically as you approached. "Look at you! All grown up now."

You laughed, cheeks flushing. "And you haven’t changed a bit, Tae."

But the moment your eyes landed on Jungkook, your breath hitched. He stood near the backdrop, hands tucked in his pockets, looking impossibly good in his fitted suit. His gaze met yours briefly, and he gave a small nod, his expression unreadable.

You had seen him a few weeks ago at a family lunch back in Busan, but every encounter still carried a weight you couldn’t quite shake.

"Alright, everyone!" The photographer clapped his hands, gathering everyone’s attention. "We’re starting with the full group shots. BTS and our newest girl group, together."

Your heart sank. You weren’t sure you could survive being this close to Jungkook, especially under the teasing gaze of your members and his.

As the groups began to arrange themselves, chaos ensued. Jin insisted on being in the middle, Taehyung joked about needing his best angle, and your leader, Mimi, declared she wouldn’t stand anywhere near Namjoon because he was too tall. Amid the commotion, you somehow ended up right next to Jungkook.

You tried not to panic as you felt his body press against your back in the cramped arrangement, and you swore you could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Y/N," Sky whispered, barely containing her laughter. "You’re blushing."

"Shut up," you hissed back, but your cheeks betrayed you, turning even redder.

"Look at them," Jimin teased loudly, his voice drawing everyone’s attention. "Our maknaes! Should we make room for you two?"

"Jimin," you groaned, burying your face in your hands.

Sky and Nari joined in, giggling as they exchanged knowing looks with BTS’s members. Even Yoongi couldn’t resist chiming in. "Let’s make a maknae photo. Everyone else, move aside!"

The teasing only worsened as the photographer tried to get everyone to focus. Jungkook remained quiet through it all, his expression unreadable, but you were hyper-aware of his proximity.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke.

"Enough," Jungkook said, his voice firm but not harsh. The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to him.

He looked down at you, his expression softening. "Let’s just take the photo, okay?"

You nodded, too flustered to say anything. The teasing subsided after that, and the rest of the shoot went smoothly, though you couldn’t stop your heart from racing every time Jungkook shifted beside you.

As the session wrapped up, Taehyung leaned over and whispered in your ear, "He still cares, you know."

You didn’t respond, but the lingering warmth of Jungkook’s presence and the memory of his quiet defence stayed with you long after the photoshoot ended.

The photoshoot felt like a blur in your memory, but one moment lingered vividly—Jungkook standing beside you, his quiet presence both overwhelming and grounding. When he had stepped in to silence the teasing, you’d felt a warmth you couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just his defence but the softness in his eyes, the unspoken understanding that had stayed with you.

Since then, things between you have been… complicated. Jungkook was still distant most of the time, his words often cold, but there were cracks in his armour. Small, fleeting moments where his gaze softened or his words carried a hint of something deeper.

Now, backstage at the award show, the weight of his presence pressed on you like a phantom. You hadn’t exchanged more than a glance, but his impact lingered, just like it always did.

“Okay, so who’s the most nervous?” Nari teased, trying to break the tension as your group sat in a quiet corner.

“Not me,” Sky declared, though her knuckles were white around her water bottle.

“What about our maknae?” Mimi leaned closer to you. “You’ve been off all morning. Thinking about Jungkook again?”

You groaned, rolling your eyes as the others giggled. “I’m not,” you lied, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed you.

“You totally are,” Yunjin added, poking your side. “He’s got you all flustered, and he hasn’t even spoken to you yet.”

Before you could respond, Taehyung and Jin appeared, their easy smiles immediately lightening the mood.

“Ladies, looking stunning as always,” Taehyung greeted, his tone playful as ever.

Jin offered his signature kind smile. “Nervous? Don’t be. You’ll do great.”

Their presence was a welcome distraction, and you couldn’t help but laugh when Taehyung dramatically declared, “We’re here to protect you from Jungkook’s glaring.”

But the laughter was short-lived. Across the room, Jungkook leaned against the wall, his sharp gaze fixed on you. When Jin ruffled your hair, earning a bright laugh from you, Jungkook’s jaw tightened.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to focus on the performance ahead. But just as you steadied yourself, he approached the group.

“Hey,” Jungkook called softly.

Everyone turned, surprised to see him standing next to you, his expression unreadable but his tone lacking its usual sharpness. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside your group's dressing room.

“Don’t let me ruin this for you,” he said, his voice so low you could bearly hear him. “You’re… good at this. Just do your thing.”

It wasn’t an apology for everything he had done, but it was something.

Your eyes searched his, looking for any trace of malice, but all you found was a flicker of uncertainty. For the first time in what felt like forever, his walls seemed to lower, if only slightly.

“Thanks,” you said quietly, unsure of what else to say.

As he walked out, Yunjin sidled up beside you, a knowing grin on her face. “What did Jungkook say?”

“Nothing important,” you lied, though your heart told a different story.

“Sure,” she teased.

The words stayed with you as you stepped onto the stage, ready to perform. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t the same boy you’d once known, but beneath the cold exterior, there was still something there. Something worth holding onto.

The night of your group’s single release party was supposed to be a celebration. The venue buzzed with excitement, filled with industry friends, labelmates, and staff. Your group were the stars of the evening, basking in the glow of your latest success. You’d worked tirelessly for months, and now, you deserved to let loose.

You flitted around the party, sharing laughs, clinking glasses, and posing for photos with everyone who came to congratulate you. But a familiar tension brewed in your chest, one you tried to ignore as much as you could.

It didn’t help when Jungkook and his members arrived.

You didn't expect him to come, even though he’d been the first on your personal list. Yet there he was, standing near the bar in a sleek dark outfit, grey jeans and a black oversized t-shirt that fitted him nicely. His gaze found yours almost instantly, but he didn’t approach. Instead, he stayed rooted in place, sipping his drink and chatting casually with Hoseok.

“Babes,” Sky called, tugging you out of your thoughts. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you lied, forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”

But the truth was, Jungkook’s presence threw you off. The history between you—complicated and unresolved—lingered like an unspoken storm. His quiet indifference always hurt more than it should have.

As the night wore on, you avoided him, focusing instead on celebrating with your group. You danced, laughed, and tried to push him out of your mind. But when you stepped outside for a moment of air, the cool breeze hit you, and so did the realization that he’d followed you.

“Couldn’t even last the whole party?” Jungkook’s voice carried a teasing edge, but there was a hesitation in his tone.

You scoffed, not turning to face him. “Why are you here, Jungkook?”

“To congratulate you,” he said, stepping closer. “Big night for you and the girls.”

You turned to find him standing a few feet away, hands tucked into his pockets. “Funny,” you muttered. “Didn’t think you cared.”

“I care,” Jungkook stepped closer, his gaze searching yours. “You’ve been avoiding me since the backstage moment.”

You laughed bitterly. “And you’ve been ignoring me for years. Why do you care now?”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension was palpable, years of unresolved feelings bubbling to the surface.

“I don’t ignore you, kid.” He said finally, his voice quieter.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you shot back, crossing your arms. “Every time I try to talk to you, you shut me out. Every time I think we’re okay, you push me away again.”

His gaze dropped to the ground, and for a moment, he looked almost guilty. “It’s not that simple.”

“Then make it simple,” you pressed, the frustration you’d bottled up for so long finally spilling out. “If you don’t want me in your life, just say so. Stop playing this game, Jungkook. I’m tired.”

His head snapped up, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. “Kid... I never wanted you out of my life.”

“Stop calling me 'kid'” you demanded, your voice breaking. “Why do you act like I don’t matter?”

“You matter,” he said, stepping closer. “You matter so much it scares the hell out of me.”

The admission hung in the air, heavy and raw. Your heart pounded as he closed the distance between you, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. You pulled away, tears brimming in your eyes.

“This doesn’t fix anything,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

“I know,” he said, his forehead resting against yours. “But I don’t know how to let you go.”

You stepped back, creating space between you. “You need to figure it out, Jungkook. Because I can’t keep doing this.”

The pain in his eyes mirrored your own, but neither of you said another word. You turned and walked back into the party, leaving him alone in the cold night.

"Let me take you home," he said. His tone was strong, not what you were used to. Still, the ride to your flat was silent, you sitting in the front with Jungkook while faint music played on the radio.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his knuckles turning white. “Did you really think you mean nothing to me?” You could only sob again, unable to answer him mainly because you were ashamed. When the car stopped, he unbuckled his seat belt and murmured that he would walk you to your door.

Jungkook rocked on his heels as he watched the moonlight highlight the tear-stained cheeks of his best friend's sister. He thought you looked beautiful that night even though you had been crying for the last half hour, your hair hadn't been brushed, and you were digging through your purse like crazy.

Although he would never admit it.

"I got them!" You laughed, waving your keys in the air before bumping your nose with the keychain. You paused as you pushed the key into the door, turning to look Jungkook in the eye for the first time since the party.

"Thank you," he didn't want to hear it. After all, you were just his best friend’s sister.

"It's no big deal."

After a moment, you dropped your bag to the floor and wrapped your arms around the boy's waist, your head resting on his chest as he quickly moved his hand and rubbed your back. He whispered, his chin resting on the top of your head.

"Goodnight."

It’s been two months since the party. When your mom first suggested a getaway, you thought it was the perfect idea to forget Jungkook’s situation. “You’ve been working too hard,” she had said over the phone, her voice tinged with concern. “A little break will do you good. Sunshine, good food, some family time—it’s exactly what you need.”

You’d been reluctant at first. The idea of slowing down felt foreign when your life had been moving at a breakneck pace for so long. But your mom’s persistence—and your own exhaustion—eventually won you over.

“We’ve already rented a villa by the beach,” she added, excitement in her tone. “Oh, and the Jeons will be joining us. It’ll be like the old days!”

The Jeons. You hadn’t heard that name in a while, but the memory of warm summer evenings spent with Jungkook’s family hit you like a wave. Your stomach sank as you considered the possibility of seeing him again.

“Do you mean the whole Jeon family?” you had asked hesitantly, trying to gauge just how much of a challenge this ‘relaxing’ trip would be.

“Of course!” your mom said brightly. “It’s been so long since we’ve all gotten together.”

You hadn’t been able to come up with a convincing excuse to avoid the trip, so you packed your bags, hoping the villa would be big enough to keep a comfortable distance between you and Jungkook.

But the moment you stepped onto the patio of the villa, you knew that hope was futile. He was there, leaning against the railing, staring out at the ocean like he belonged there. And when he turned and saw you, the atmosphere immediately shifted.

His dark eyes narrowed, his lips pressing into a thin line. You felt his gaze move over you briefly before he turned away, as if dismissing you altogether.

Your brother’s voice broke the tension. “Surprise! Kook managed to clean his schedule.”

You forced a smile, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Great,” you said, your voice flat.

“Hey kid,” he smirked.

“I’m not a kid!” You wanted to scream for help.

[deonsx]

Hello! I would like to request any bllk boys with a athletic girlfriend who also plays a sport! How are they supportive/react at their games/events, etc!

Ps. I’m a new bluelock reader and i’m loving your stuff! 🩵

Heya!! You are so cute, I'm glad you like my stuff ʕ༼◕ ౪ ◕✿༽ʔ +Sae,Nagi,Kaiser

Sae Itoshi

♡ Sae would always make time to attend her games or events whenever possible, sitting calmly in the stands. He’d analyze her performance with the same sharp eye he uses for soccer, appreciating her skill and dedication. While he might not be the loudest cheerleader, his presence alone speaks volumes

♡ Post-game, Sae would offer feedback, not in a condescending way, but in a way that acknowledges her strengths while subtly pointing out areas she could improve. He values excellence and would want to see her reach her full potential, just as he pushes himself to do the same

♡ If she ever feels down after a loss or a bad performance, Sae’s calm demeanor would balance her emotions. He might not be the most overtly comforting person, but his quiet reassurances like “You’re better than this. You’ll bounce back” would mean a lot to her

♡ Their shared athleticism could lead to some playful one-on-one matches in their respective sports, each pushing the other to improve. Sae’s competitive nature would shine through, but he’d still enjoy seeing her best him in her field of expertise

Nagi Seishiro

♡ Nagi isn’t the type to make a big deal out of things, but he’d always find a way to be there for her games or events, even if he doesn’t seem overly enthusiastic. He might slouch in the stands with his phone in hand, but his focus would still be on her, occasionally muttering “She’s so cool when she does that”

♡ Nagi’s simple compliments like “You looked awesome out there” or “That was a crazy good play” might seem offhanded, but they’d mean the world because he doesn’t say things lightly

♡ If she’s feeling the pressure, Nagi’s relaxed attitude would help ease her nerves. He might say something like “It’s not that deep. Just do your thing it’s easy” which could help her find a sense of calm before competing

♡ While Nagi doesn’t put in a lot of effort in general, he’s a genius at figuring out shortcuts and unconventional strategies. He might offer her advice or tricks for her sport, phrasing it like, “I’d probably do it like this. It seems easier”

Kaiser Michael

♡ Kaiser would be her biggest supporter, showing up to her games dressed to impress and making sure everyone knows he’s her boyfriend. He’d cheer loudly, often calling attention to her accomplishments with phrases like “That’s my queen out there!”

♡ Kaiser would shower her with confidence before her games, saying things like, “You’re going to destroy them today, no question” or “No one stands a chance against you. you’ve got the Kaiser seal of approval” He’d always make her feel like she’s the best

♡ If anyone on her team or an opponent tries to flirt with her or compliments her too much, Kaiser would get noticeably possessive. He might say something like “Yeah, she’s amazing, but don’t forget she’s mine”

♡ After a victory, Kaiser would insist on celebrating in an extravagant way dinners, gifts, or even throwing a party. He’d treat every win like it’s a world championship

Enjoy!

[satanxklaus]

♥︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 | charles leclerc x reader smau

✦ pairing : charles leclerc x fem!wife!reader ✦ summary : in which charles is a proud soccer dad and he got too enthusiastic during his daughter soccer match ✦ content warning : use of yn, badly translated french, attempted humor, crack fic ✦ faceclaim : girlies from pinterest

a/n: henlo !!1! idk why but i just feel like charles would be that type of soccer dad who gets too competitive and heated for no reason. had this idea randomly popped in my head while i was at work lol. lemme know what u think! enjoy~ (requests are open)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

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yninstagram not to be that soccer mom, but look!! fleur's already a star player!! xx

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charles_leclerc ✓ ma fille! ma fierté et ma joie, regarde-la!! (my daughter! my pride and joy, look at her!!)

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user1 fleur is not even my kid but im crying,, shes so cute in her little soccer jersey 🥹

user4 wow the talent in sports must run deep in the family

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scuderiaferrari ✓ Fleur Leclerc for the next AS Monaco Football Féminin's star player 🙌🙌

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user7 replied to your story ⤷ shes growing up so fast

maxverstappen1 ✓ replied to your story ⤷ thankfully you're not the one playing ⤷ one leclerc that can actually play football 😂 ⤷ charles_leclerc ✓ bro get off my page fr

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charles_leclerc ✓ the sport genes truly does run in the leclerc family 😏😉 so so proud of my fleur, you will always be my number one champion 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1 ✓ yes she gets the genes from yn. certainly not from you 😂😂

⤷ charles_leclerc ✓ you do not want to play that game with me, mate. ⤷ maxverstappen1 ✓ is that a threat??? hello?? ⤷ user6 😭😭 soccer dad charles is not playing any games w anyone

user8 yall saw that vid of charles beefing with a 5 year old over a damn soccer game?? LOL

⤷ user34 he was serious abt it too LMAOO

yninstagram CHARLES LECLERC PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE

⤷ charles_leclerc ✓ oh no we gotta go.. 🏃‍♂️💨💨 ⤷ user34 nahh aint no way ur getting away with it bruh 😭

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charles_leclerc ✓ in all seriousness, i apologize for the misunderstandings i have caused and the video that has been circulating around on the web. after hours and hours of apologizing to my beautiful wife (im forgiven thank god), i just wanted to say that my fleur and yn are both the greatest gift i've ever received in my life, no championships can ever compare. Papa sera toujours fier de vous deux et sera votre plus grand fan jusqu'à la fin des temps. (daddy will always be proud of you both and will be your biggest fan till the end of time)❤️❤️

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yninstagram je t'aime, mon monde entier 😘🩷 (i love you, my whole world)

⤷ yninstagram papa, je t'aime mais s'il te plaît, ne viens pas au prochain match de football - fleur xx 🩷 (daddy, I love you but please don't come to the next football game) ⤷ pascale.leclerc.355 les amours de ma vie 😂❤️ ⤷ charles_leclerc ✓ 😭😭pleurer et dormir sur le trottoir ce soir (crying and sleeping on the curbside tonight)

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⚠ 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⚠ : 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

© 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗸𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰. 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆, 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝘆, 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻

[arcaneafterhours]

in which i try to cut the clark family some slack

did not proof read this bear with me

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"I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong."

Jessica started therapy 4 months ago. She figured it were for the best, with how much she was working. Regular breakdowns, stress and work was really starting to get to her, and she concluded it would be counterproductive to continue to ignore her problems. Recently, however, she has come with a new issue.

See her son, Aiden, was growing increasingly distant. She supposed she should have seen it coming, with how often her and her husband were away on trips. Jessica had figured he would be fine, he had several things to do. She had made it out just fine with her parents being away, why wasn't he?

"He has plenty to do, friends to hang out with, every gaming console I could find---" She cut herself off with a sigh, bringing one hand up to cover her face. "I know I work a lot, but theres nothing I feel like I can do. I don't understand why he's so distant. Theres extracurriculars, sports, everything of the like."

She stopped again when she caught on to the fact that she had been talking without pause. It was always good to take a break every once and awhile, as she had learned the hard way. Jessica loved her son, he was so talented and smart. And yet he never seemed to be happy.

The woman before her nodded slowly to her words. "What extracurriculars does he do?" She asked, avoiding Jessica's gaze in favor of writing notes on her clipboard.

A mental list almost wrote itself in Jessica's mind. "He plays soccer, he takes violin and piano lessons. Oh! And recently he's started archery," She began, mentally counting off whatever she could. "Honors classes, chess club, the schools student council---"

"And how old is he?" "Aiden is 13."

"Doesn't that sound like a lot for a boy that age? When did he tell you he wanted to do all of this?"

Jessica took a moment to mull on that. Actually, when did he? Lots of them were originally her idea, he simply agreed to them. That was all she really took. A simple nod, a small agreeing hum. She took that and ran with it.

Her mind started to race before she could catch it. It was all for him, wasn't it? She wanted him to be successful, just like she was. She achieved it with hard work, and by taking advantage of every opportunity she got. That was all she wanted. She just wanted her boy to have a life full of potential she knows he has.

She shut her eyes.

"Am i overworking him?"

---

Jessica cried on the way home from that appointment. She cried often, but not like this. She always cried from stress, from how much she had to get done, it was all so much that she just broke down. But she got it done anyway, didn't she? This time she wasn't sure. She was the cause of her child's problems, and oh how she felt terrible. She needed to fix this.

As she drove home, a memory came to her.

She was young, perhaps a little older than her son is now. She came back to an empty home, only getting a note from her parents that they would be back at an unknown time. Her room was a mess. Thinking now, Jessica didn't know why she didn't think to clean it. Only, at the time she had just come home from a club meeting, and immediately had to get ready for her softball game.

She remembered how exhausted she felt. All the time. About absolutely everything.

And yet, she had done the exact same thing to her son.

Jessica was failing him.

---

It was nighttime. She didn't know if he was still awake. She stood outside his door. She had been for five minutes. Would he even want to see her at this point? She had barely seem him today.

One knock. Then another.

Aiden was sitting on his bed when she came in. She didn't know what he was doing. It didn't look like much. Slowly, she sat down beside him.

"How was soccer practice?" "It was fine."

He didn't sound enthusiastic at all.

Jessica took a moment to observe the boys room. It was a wreck. It ripped her heart in two.

"When is your next trip?" "We leave next Friday." She mumbled. He only nodded, looking away. Jessica took a heavy breath. She needed to fix this.

"Why don't you come with us this time?" She spoke slowly, as if addressing a frightened animal she was trying to keep from running away.

Silence filled the room.

"I can't. I have practice. And lessons. I might have club meetings too."

Jessica found herself grabbing the boys hand. It was that time he finally glanced at her. He looked exhausted.

"Forget all of that. You work so hard, you deserve a break."

He was confused. Of course he was. Jessica had always been a 'work til you drop' kind of person. And it was catching up to her now.

"I mean---"

Aiden paused.

"I don't know."

Jessica leaned down and gave him a kiss on the head. It was something she mainly did when he was little. "Think about it, okay? We would love to have you with us."

Of course, there would be the plane tickets. And the hotel rooms. And adding a level of actual tourist activities, instead of just visiting the area. Maybe they could stay for a bit longer this time, and actually enjoy their travels.

When Aiden didn't reply, Jessica stood.

Before she could leave the room, she paused in the doorway.

"Sweetie," She ended up glancing back at him. "Do you enjoy soccer? Honestly?"

Aiden stared at her.

After some heavy silence, he shook his head no.

"What about lessons?" More silent shakes of the head.

Aiden wasn't happy. And it was Jessica's fault. She was working him to the bone, and didn't even have the time to notice. She wanted to cry again.

"You don't have to go anymore, then."

That actually got something out of her son. Perhaps he perked up, or was just straightening his bad posture. Was she reading too far into this?

"Really?" "If you really don't enjoy it, you don't have to go."

Jessica's mind was screaming at her to stop. A mantra of her boy's future crumbling flooded her thoughts. If he doesn't live up to his full potential, he isn't going to have good opportunities in life. What will people say when he suddenly drops everything?

Her grip on his door handle tightened. Aiden was more important. She forced herself to stop thinking like that. Her son and his happiness was more important than anything.

She glanced at Aiden again. He seemed to relax. Like a weight slid off his shoulders in one fell swoop. And, ever so slightly, so did she.

---

Aiden wanted the window seat. Of course, Jessica got the good seats for them, so they were by no means squished. She still sat near him though, watching him as he switched from staring out the window in wonder, to playing some sort of game on his console.

She wanted to connect with him. How could she? Jessica felt lost. Was she doing the right thing for him? How could she even find an entry point to start a conversation? Her eyes drifted back into the game in his hands.

"What are you playing?"

He blinked at her, startled she even asked. "Uh, its called pokémon."

She tilted his head at him, waiting for him to elaborate. After a moment, he switched seats, coming to sit beside her. He showed her the screen, decorated in colorful pixels displaying what appeared to be two odd animal-but-not-quite-animals in what appeared to be a battle. Aiden started to ramble, telling her about types, and moves, and 'gyms'. Frankly, Jessica understood absolutely none of it.

And yet, she listened anyway. Aiden was smiling now, happily explaining every detail he could, showing her how the game worked and everything. To be honest, she had never considered videogames to be something that required strategy. Perhaps she was wrong.

Really, Jessica was wrong about a lot. But she was willing to learn.

[eclectic-sassycoweyes]

❄️Catch Me Before I Let Go❄️

A teaser of my coming 🎁 for the wonderful @ironheartwriter for the Tarlos Secret Santa gift exchange!

Dearest Lana - it’s me I’m your Santa in Secret (no more)!! I don’t regret to inform you of that, because it has been an absolute delight so far to think up something wintery and fun for you from the prompts you gave me! I do regret to inform you however, that I am running a bit behind😔

The Christmas Chaos simply caught up with me with unexpected intensity and I’ve had to ask the wonderful mods for an extension. I am doing my very best to be able to give you the fic in it’s finished form before New Year’s Eve!! To make up for it, and to hold you over until then, I have prepared this teaser for you including the above collage/mood board, and below a summary and a lil’ snippet to gift you on my posting day<3 I hope brings you both intrigue and enjoyment!

Best wishes for a happy holiday,

Your very own Secret (no more) Santa,

Mar💚🥰🤶

Summary:

As a former member of the school swim team and someone who generally likes to be in charge of whether his feet are moving or not, Carlos Reyes prefers water in its liquid form. As such, a ski resort should not be on his top ten spots to visit. He’s insistent to make an exception though, in order to treat his adventurous, snow-loving husband to some fun downtime before they embark together on the next big step for them, of parenting TK’s little brother, Jonah. He’s booked a cozy wooden lodge in the closest ski resort to Austin, and he’s going to be his most fun and adventurous self while also making sure that his husband is absolutely spoiled. There’s just a few things he hasn’t taken into account: 1) Carlos has never skied before in his life. 2) Carlos really hates doing things he isn’t already good at, especially if they include the risk of falling on your face and 3) One very annoying, and very hot, ski-instructor named Josh who is outrageously obvious in his flirting up a storm with TK.

-In which TK and Carlos go skiing for the holidays, Carlos grapples with the old notion of letting go of control, and has also convinced himself that he has something to make up for.

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On the third day Carlos is officially deemed ready to take on the real pistes. At least according to TK. And to.. Josh. Carlos knows it’s probably immature but he still has trouble accepting compliments from the ski-instructor without somehow taking it as the opposite.

Something about the chipper look on his face when he tells Carlos that he’s ‘doing super good’ or he’s a ‘really quick learner’ makes him feel five years old. Carlos might not know the first thing about skiing and yeah, they might have literally paid Josh for his advice and encouragement, but where does he get off telling Carlos what he is and isn’t ready for or that he just needs to try and ‘let go a little’? Ugh. It’s condescending. 

Yesterday Carlos finally managed to slide down the training hill without face planting or tackling any small children along the way, only to be met at the bottom with Josh giving him a way too enthusiastic thumbs up and saying ‘good job!’ Carlos’ own brain had unhelpfully applied the ‘buddy’ to the end of the sentence, making Carlos feel like he was a little kid who had just managed to actually kick the ball at soccer practice for the first time. Carlos had to muster up all his willpower to smile politely and grit out a genuine-sounding ‘thank you’. 

Josh seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on Carlos, and luckily so did TK - his happy smile and rosy cheeks and the hands that Carlos could just barely feel the pressure of as they gripped at his waist over thick layers while he kissed him with lips that felt cool and moist from the snow had quickly improved his mood and made him feel genuinely proud of his accomplishment. 

Despite this, Carlos feels a little less sure about whether he’s really ready for the real thing, especially now as they’re on top of the hill and looking down, the daunting stretch of it is looking longer and more steep than it had seemed from the foot of it. He’ll be fine, he tries to reassure himself. If nothing else, he believes in TK and TK believes in him. According to TK (and Josh but Carlos is trying to reach a state of cool indifference when it comes to him mainly by trying not to think about him too much) it’s good to try the real piste sooner rather than later, to experience the thrill of actually skiing so as to not risk growing tired and frustrated before you’ve even experienced the real fun of it.

Better to fall on your face a few times than to stay on the training piste the whole trip and go thinking you’ve had enough of skiing for good. Carlos is trying to be on board with that sentiment even though he really isn’t the type to normally throw himself into things without feeling like he’s at least prepared enough that the chances of success are somewhat high.

‘Learning by doing’ and ‘crack a few eggs along the way’ are not normally sentiments that resonate with him. He will be the type for those though, for TK. For his wonderful and adventurous boyfriend who has put up with Carlos being a sobbing mess half the time during the past few weeks, carrying the weight for both of them as they’ve embarked on the process of adopting his little brother, and with Carlos’ absent mindedness and late nights even longer. So at least for this week, he’ll be adventurous for TK while he does his best to treat him to everything he desires.

Besides, it’s not like they’re doing the biggest pistes just yet - the plateau they’re on constitutes the starting point to the smaller slopes and they’re doing the smallest one to start with. TK will be with him the whole way, probably bored as they slide slowly down the hill with Carlos pushing the front of the skis inwards to break the whole way. 

He’s already survived the trip up, gripping TK’s hand tight the whole way and trying his best to appreciate the view, mostly managing to appreciate the view of TK appreciating the view, as he found that looking down made him a little lightheaded and made his heart speed up in his chest uncomfortably. 

As Carlos refastens the buckles of his ski-boots (he’s already done it twice, once when they arrived at the pistes and put on their skis, and once right before getting on the ski-lift, images of his skis falling off on the way up and landing right on somebody’s head making him guilty of negligent manslaughter on account of not tightening his boots enough), Carlos ends his little pep talk by sternly telling himself to pull it together. He can do this. This is their second to last day on the trip, and TK deserves to have some fun too, instead of having to spend his whole trip in the training area with Carlos and all the children. 

Speaking of TK, Carlos rights himself and looks around for him. He didn’t want Josh to witness him neurotically double and triple check the buckles of his boots, not feeling sure that he would react nicely to Josh butting in to offer unsolicited advice or, God forbid, crouching down to help him tighten them. So he’d mustered up a confident smile and told himself and TK to go ahead and Carlos would find them.

 Now he’s kind of regretting that. Carlos might allegedly be ready to slide down the smallest of the ‘adult’ hills, but the thing is, he still hasn't completely mastered the whole ‘moving on purpose in a normal walking pace’-thing. He still feels like it’s the skis, not him, deciding when he’s standing still and when he’s moving (and if he’s honest, which direction he moves in). 

Spotting his husband and the ski instructor that Carlos is not currently sparing thoughts for, by the starting point of the slope they’re supposed to try first, Carlos starts slowly making his way there. Luckily they seem to be caught in conversation and Carlos hopes that it stays that way so he doesn’t have to be observed inelegantly and very slowly approaching them. Nothing more awkward than waving and then being stared down for five minutes while you’re sweating and fighting to get within talking distance.

Once Carlos is within hearing range, he picks up bits of their conversation. “Oh,” he hears Josh’s voice say, and Carlos swears he can hear, even from just that one word, that the ski instructor is flirting with his husband. “I don’t suppose they make calendars for those too..?” And at that Carlos has to stop walking to roll his eyes (he can’t do both at the same time). 

Not this again, he thinks angrily. He can’t believe he’s had to witness TK being the victim of this god-awful pickup line twice in the span of their less than five years long relationship and had to fend the guy off (leading to some spectacular sex the first time, but still). Can’t these idiots come up with something better?

Carlos picks up his pace, he needs to stop this conversation before it goes any further and show this Josh-guy, Mr. ‘I’m a hot and blonde ski instructor who probably never gets caught in my head and is a lot of fun’, who TK belongs to. Even if somewhere deep within himself Carlos is finding it hard to measure up at the moment.

Carlos is sweating and panting, his brows furrowed in concentration trying to make his legs move faster, his thighs protesting as he slides one in front of the other in quick succession, using his poles to try and make sure he’s actually causing a forward movement instead of just looking like he’s using the skiing machine at the gym. At one point he gives up and turns so his side is to Josh and TK, awkwardly lifting his skis to take broad steps sideways.

He’s already preparing what to say in his head. Maybe if he interrupts the exact same thing as last time, TK will find it funny and get that wonderful crinkly and shiny eyed laugh he reserves for Carlos’ jokes that always makes his chest feel two sizes bigger, and they can laugh about it later tonight and hopefully have a repeat of the spectacular sex it resulted in last time. 

Deciding he’s as close as he’s gonna get if he’s gonna make it in time before the conversation moves on, he turns towards them again. Trying to make it look deceivingly effortless as he closes the rest of the gap between them, he paints on his cockiest smile and shouts, loud enough to make sure they can hear him even though he’s barely within hearing range, “And his husband is a Texas R-“ 

Unfortunately he doesn’t get further than that because the thing that could absolutely not happen, happens. 

In his eagerness to interrupt the blatant flirting aimed at his husband, Carlos had accidentally turned his skis in the direction of the light downwards slope toward one of the bigger pistes, and, quickly losing forward momentum as soon as he didn’t give it his full attention, has now started to slide backwards. And this time he isn’t in the training area anymore and he won’t be caught by a fence. 

He sees TK’s eyes widen as his form gets smaller and smaller, and Carlos tries desperately to break, but he can barely break while going forwards, let alone when he’s going backwards, and he isn’t succeeding. In fact, he’s picking up speed, and a glance over his shoulder tells him he’s fast approaching the edge where the plateau changes to one of the steeper slopes.

In a last resort to prevent disaster Carlos lets himself fall ungracefully into the snow, but unfortunately, it’s too late. The concerned faces of people clad in ski suits of all colors swim in and out of his vision as he tumbles down the hill. The world spins dizzyingly around him like he’s the immobile center of a spinning snow globe depicting a ski-resort themed winter wonderland.

Through his dizziness, Carlos manages to send a prayer to the universe that he won’t bump into someone and cause some sort of mass casualty event, as he keeps tumbling for what feels like ages. At some point the tip of his left ski seems to catch on something causing a sharp pain to shoot through his ankle, making him cry out in pain.

The world spins a few more times and then he's landing on his back at what he assumes is the bottom of the slope. Squinting dazedly up at the clear blue sky he tries to catch his breath. Trying to move his leg which is bent at an odd ankle so he can sit up, he grimaces and lets out another cry as he’s reminded of twisting his ankle on the way down, the sharp pang settling to dull throb as he stops trying to move.

Turning only his head he sees the bright orange shape of TK in his ski suit zig-zagging down the hill at impressive speed. His hero, his wild heart, come to save him.

[cameronspecial]

Soccer Star

Pairing: Dad!Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

Summary: Zach returns home with something for his daughter and he is very excited for her to see it.

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“Baby, Baby. Look at what I got Louise,” Zach yells, running into the living room with a shopping bag in his hands. Y/N places her finger to her lips, “Shh. She is sleeping, Babe. What did you get her?” He joins her on the couch and turns toward her. His hand reaches into the paper bag and pulls out the first box. She takes it into her hands, opening the lid to find small cleats. “Zach, these are cute. But she just started running. Plus, we don’t even have a soccer ball,” she notes. At the last word, he pulls out another box with a small ball inside. “Already, thought about it, Baby. I’m going to go wake her up so I can teach her. It’s really nice outside.” “Babe, she needs to nap,” Y/N protests, chasing after him. She is too late though. He is already in the toddler’s room and shakes his daughter awake. “Hey, Kiddo. Daddy has something for you,” he whispers to the soon-to-be cranky girl waking up. Her eyes light up at the mention of the gift, “Yay!” 

He takes the girl into his arms and carries her into the backyard. He sits on the patio couch, helping her put on the tiny cleats. Louise wiggles out of his hold and tests out her new shoes. She stumbles a little but gets the handle of it once she gets on the grass. “Ball,” the eighteen-month-old girl asks with grabby hands. Zach chuckles and takes the ball out of the box. He motions for her to come toward him, “Come on, Kiddo. Daddy is going to teach you how to play soccer.” Louise waddles over to him and leans her back against her father’s chest. He places the ball in front of her. She stares at it for a second before leaning over to try to pick it up. 

Zach’s hand darts out to stop her and drops it back onto the floor. “No, Kiddo. You don’t use your hands in soccer. You have to use your feet,” he advises. One of his hands goes around her waist and the other brings her right foot back to kick the ball. He guides the motion of her foot and the ball rolls away from them. Excitement crosses her face and Louise starts clapping her hands. She runs after it to kick it again. Zach’s heart warms up and he walks after her. He steals the sphere away from her, which causes her to giggle. She runs after her father and is able to take the ball back from him. Y/N comes out to watch her boyfriend and daughter play soccer. A smile forms on her face as she watches them race against each other. She uses her phone to take a video of her family. She eventually joins them on the grass. “Can Mommy join you guys?” she questions the pair, heading toward the ball. Louise enthusiastically nods and speeds toward her mother for a hug. Y/N picks up Louise, kissing her cheek. Zach comes over to them, “I want to hug you too.” His arms wrap around his girls and gives them each a kiss to the temple. “We won’t have to worry about paying for university. Our little soccer star is going to get a scholarship.” 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @nonbullshit-toleratingkindagirl

[stargazer-sims]

Takashi Abbottsford for @jonquilyst Total Drama Sims 2!

Name: Takashi Abbottsford Pronouns: he/him Gender Identity: cis male Sexuality: bisexual Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast Traits: Nosy, Dance Machine

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Takashi: Hey, world! How's it going? My name is Takashi Abbottsford, and I'm from Willow Creek. I'm sixteen years old, my birthday is August 13th, I'm a student at Willow Creek High, and I like pizza and energy drinks. Actually, my dads always say I probably don't need energy drinks, but hey... we can always use an extra boost, right?

Let's see... Other stuff about me... I love sports! I like snowboarding, rock climbing, soccer and swimming the best, and every time we visit my Papa's family in Mt. Komorebi, I always spend as much time as I can on the mountain. Shredding is life! Yeah!

Um, okay... My favourite colours are green and blue, and my favourite season is winter. I like video games and I like to cook. I also like dancing, like a lot, and I like rocking out to my favourite bands. I can play the piano too, although not as well as my brother Forest, which is a bummer because he won a medal at the youth music festival last year and I kinda messed up during a trio performance with two of my sisters, and of course Forest made fun of me about it. Siblings... ugh!

Yeah, so while we're on the subject of siblings, I should probably tell you about mine, and my two dads as well. My family falls squarely into the category of 'wild facts you could never make up', no joke.

We're a stupidly large family, just so you know. I'm the youngest of six siblings, and all six of us are science babies. My oldest siblings are Camellia and Forest, and they're twins. Next is Matsu, and then there's the triplets; Midori, Willow and me. Oh, and if you're wondering about why some of us have English-sounding names and some of us have Japanese names, it's because our Dad, Fox Abbottsford, is a Canadian and our Papa, Takahiro Suzuki, is Japanese. They met in Japan when Dad was there on a working holiday visa, and they have this absolutely crazy love story, but that's a tale for another time. The reason for our mixed bag of names is because they wanted us to have names that reflected both their cultures, so here we are.

Oh, and fun fact. Me, Matsu and Midori don't have middle names, which is part of Japanese naming tradition. Forest, Camellia and Willow do have middle names, and I don't know if I should be envious of that or grateful that I only had to learn how to spell two names instead of three when I was in first grade and we were all practising how to write them.

Right. Why did I sign up to be on Total Drama?

Hooo man... where do I even start with that? When you're one of six, 'total drama' is a way of life! I figured I'd be pretty good at it, because I'm used to chaos. I mean, 'chaos' should be our family motto or something.

Actually, let me tell you the real reason I signed up, besides the ongoing total drama in our household.

When you're one of six, there's this never-ending competition for attention, and this constant need to distinguish yourself from your brothers and sisters. Don't get me wrong. I love all my brothers and sisters, especially my older brother Matsu, but it's hard to be the youngest and the most unremarkable. I don't just have one shadow to live in. I have five.

For example, my absolute nerd of a brother Forest is like, this insanely gifted artist, just like Dad. Forest already has his illustrations in a children's book and he's only 18. Also, despite being Nerd Number One, he somehow managed to land the most popular girl at school as his girlfriend. Also, Forest's girlfriend Caroline is hot and she's a star athlete. Everybody's always talking about how great they are together. Like, how's a guy supposed to level up to that?

My other siblings all have their thing, too. My sister Camellia is good at acting, and Matsu is amazing at sports and the captain of the cheer squad. Midori and Willow are identical, which always gets them noticed just because, but also Midori is already planning her career as an aesthetician, and Willow is super-smart like Forest and wants to become an engineer.

As for me, I'm not sure what I want to do yet. I'm okay at most things, but not awesome like my siblings, and I don't have my future figured out like some of them do. I'm thinking maybe I'd like to be a police officer and work in something science-y like forensics, 'cause I really love science. Or I might like to be a journalist, 'cause I'm good at finding out stuff that people don't necessarily want me to know.

My dads keep telling me that being nosy isn't really a good thing, but I prefer to think of it as inquisitiveness. Anyway, I'd use my powers for good, so I think it's okay.

Everyone says I talk too much, so I should probably wrap this up so I don't annoy people too much. Kinda insecure about that, to be honest, but like... I can't help myself. Sometimes I feel awkward 'cause I don't know if I'm talking too much or not and I'm worried about what people might think. Like, 'Oh no, not that guy again. He can never shut up', or whatever.

Okay, that's it, I promise! I'm super pumped about this show, and I can't wait to meet everyone! Bring on the adventure and bring on the drama! Your boy Takashi is READY FOR IT! Woo!

[jezabatlovesbats]

We’re diving into my fanmade lands now. Here’s everything that I established for Ice Cream Land. As with the canon, I’d like to see what to keep and get rid of with my fanmade lands and characters. Any feedback is appreciated.

Values of Ice Cream Land:

Calm

Quiet

Peace

Tranquility

Mythology, Stories, and Folklore:

Ice Cream Landers believe that a legendary moose brings them pieces to build babies with

Magic in Ice Cream Land is heavily associated with the mind. There are no magic wands or anything.

Ghosts are the spirit of a person that came out of their body.

There are LOTS of mythological creatures in Ice Cream Land. There’s literally a yearly convention for them called MythCon. Neapolitan is a big enthusiast for them.

What are those mythical creatures? I don’t know. I never established them.

Symbolism in Ice Cream Land:

When people die, mourners eat bitter meals together off of the same plate. It symbolizes that, even though the deceased person is gone, they still have each other.

People place a puppet version of the deceased person on their grave instead of flowers. It symbolizes having that person’s appearance and essence captured.

On their birthdays, Ice Cream Landers put spoons in a bowl to eat sweets with. Each spoon represents one year of their life.

Warmer weather is associated with fruit and fruit flavors.

Being rich in Ice Cream Land is associated with luxurious items.

On the New Year, Ice Cream Landers build sundaes to represent how they hope the year will go for them. The taller the sundae is, and the more you add to it, the more hope and ambition you have.

The original idea I had was that they exchange gifts, which symbolizes filling someone’s bowl with treats for the coming year

Flavors and toppings mean different things to Gelatarians. (The demonym for ICL is Gelatarian, which comes from gelato)

Sweeter and tangier ones represent more positive feelings

Bitter and unsweet ones represent sadder and more negative feelings

Much of Ice Cream Land’s terminology comes from desserts

They call soccer/football “chip-ball.” The black pentagons on the ball look like chocolate chips/flakes to them

Fries/French fries/Chips (whatever you call those potato strips) are called sticks in Ice Cream Land

Ice Cream Landers associate melting with death

Hearts are also a prominent symbol

Geography of Ice Cream Land:

Ice Cream Land is located far up north, across the ocean from the Unikingdom and Frowntown (it’s on another continent from them)

It’s in a tundra biome right next to a mountain range

There are little to no trees, but grass and flowers (like crocuses)

Streams, brooks, and rivers of milk throughout the entire land

There’s a lake of milk with ice floes, called Milkshake Lake

There’s also a warmer area with grass and shaved ice, Sorbet Fields

The many hills and slopes are giant ice cream scoops. They’re even topped with stuff like chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and sprinkles.

Mt. Dairy is a very tall mountain

Architecture in Ice Cream Land:

Buildings are made of snow, ice, and especially desserts

The Ice Cream Bowl palace is literally a giant sundae in a giant waffle bowl

Bridges are made of ice cream sandwiches

The roads and streets are paved with sweets such as ganaches

And there definitely are some rocky roads (chocolate roads with marshmallow and nut bricks in them)

Pillars are made of things like giant pretzel sticks and giant popsicle sticks

Wafers, cookies, and solid ice are durable materials. Most other ones are softer.

Lots of non-dairy and lactose-free building materials to accommodate people with lactose intolerance (like Sgt. Wolf, who moves there)

People can live on Milkshake Lake, in homes built on the ice floes (Floela lives there)

Milkshake Lake homes are built with light materials so they won’t sink or break the floes

People sleep in beds that can have canopies over them

The headboards of the beds can be shaped like things like snowflakes

Shelves made of translucent white crystals

Rooms can be next to balconies

Side tables

Long candlesticks

Ceiling ornaments

No ceiling fans anywhere

Ice Cream Land Naming Customs:

Desserts and ice cream people are usually named after their flavor or what they are

Same goes for the ice unicorns; they also have wintry names

The animals are usually not

Places are named after different frozen desserts or dairy products

Flora and Fauna of Ice Cream Land:

Hardly any trees

There are some round trees here and there

Grass

Flowers, such as crocuses

Sheep

Dogs

Cows

Tundra animals

Butterflies (people make butterfly feeders for them and put them on their houses)

Gelatarian Society:

Ice Cream Land is ruled by a king and queen, King Dairycone and Queen Snowcorn

They had three kids, but they lost one (Princess Crystalline)

Princes Germafrost and Neapolitan are here

There’s a right of primogeniture. The firstborn child, regardless of gender, inherits the throne. After Crystalline was gone, Germafrost became the heir to the throne.

I had the idea that the family has a royal carriage, so… yeah. They’re held with pretty high regard by their people.

The kingdom is served by the Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard

Courtrooms exist, and so do judges. The judges carry out the laws made by the king and queen. Other than this, I didn’t really establish Ice Cream Land’s legal system.

ICL uses the Gregorian-ish calendar that the Unikingdom uses. I called it the Unicorny calendar.

They tell time with cuckoo clocks.

Ice Cream Land uses flakes (copper-like square coins and oval-shaped bills) as its currency. Because of this, when they put corn flakes on their ice cream as a topping, they call it a loan from the bank.

Banks exist in Ice Cream Land.

People can have jobs in various fields of science

They can own restaurants

They can be concert pianists

They can also be puppeteers

Shoveling snow for people is an everyday job to take on when you need some money in a short time

The people can also run toy stores

There are active doctors/nurses

There are many servants in the Ice Cream Bowl Palace who do many things. They watch the royal kids, do laundry, and fix broken furniture and walls.

Milk delivery is a pretty big job

Gelatarians go to spas, where they can get baths and massages.

There are piano bars and nightclubs in Ice Cream Land. However, raves are not commonplace.

There are lots of hotels in Ice Cream Land, such as an extravagantly decorated cake-themed hotel called Hotel Batter Mix.

There are also parks in Ice Cream Land, like Mint Leaf Park. (Piano first met Germafrost and his family there.)

Ice Cream Landers get their news from a news program called The Inside Scoop. They also get it from the Internet and announcements from the royal family. When the royals announce something, everybody will know about it within a few hours.

Like the Unikingdom, Ice Cream Land is prone to monster attacks.

Ice Cream Land Demographics:

Ice cream people

Other living desserts and confections (like caramel squares and butterscotch)

Ice unicorns

Anthropomorphic animals (like dogs, sheep, cows, and tundra animals)

There are hybrids in Ice Cream Land like in the Unikingdom. There are animal/ice unicorn hybrids, hybrids of different sweets, and hybrids of different flavors.

Art in Ice Cream Land:

Puppetry is Ice Cream Land’s most popular performing art. There’s a thing called the Young Puppeteers’ Society in ICL for students.

Piano music

Classical music? I think?

Jazzy elevator music

You can see that Gelatarian music is usually slow and relaxing

There are also lots of ballads. Piano is a talented balladeer, in addition to playing the instrument she’s named after. (I imagine her singing soulful pop ballads.)

The Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard has their own bands

Music theory and instruments are taught simultaneously in ICL

I never really established what their visual arts are like. I did have the idea that they create marble sculptures, because Piano has a lot of marble in her room.

Germafrost has a framed picture of him as a puppy, so… photography?

Traditions, Holidays, and Practices in Ice Cream Land:

Ice Cream Land celebrates the New Year around the same time as the Unikingdom. They observe it with the tradition of building sundaes.

In the springtime, they celebrate a holiday called Berenstia. It falls on the hottest day of the year, which is in the springtime in Ice Cream Land. People observe it by hanging flower garlands, wearing berries on their clothes, eating fruit-flavored desserts, and dancing around with berry branches and ribbons.

Three Flavors Day is Ice Cream Land’s patriotic day. The people dress in the colors of the Neapolitan ice cream flavors- chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. The bands of the Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard perform on the roads.

I had the idea that Ice Cream Land holds dessert banquets/parties as a way of coming together. I’m not sure if I want to use it.

Birthday celebrations are quiet and small. A common tradition is putting spoons in a bowl to eat sweets with. I had the idea that birthday celebrations go from sunup to sundown.

People propose to their fiancés by delivering white satin mittens to their doorstep, like making a delivery.

Before weddings, there’s a Shiver Night, where the marrying people express pre-wedding jitters to their families.

Weddings take place in courthouses. The marrying people walk down the aisle together instead of with their family members.

For funerals, a deceased person’s pieces are usually melted in a similar way to cremation, but the royals are always buried. Their pieces are also winterized so that they won’t freeze in the ground.

The entire funeral happens beside the deceased person’s grave. If it’s a burial, the coffin is always closed. Someone gives a eulogy about the dead person. They place a puppet version of that person on their grave instead of flowers.

The royal family have get togethers with their extended relatives.

Mannerisms and Etiquette in Ice Cream Land:

The people don’t like a lot of noise

It’s impolite to shout or yell in Ice Cream Land

It’s not wasteful to throw out food in Ice Cream Land, because animals like stoats and birds can eat it

Education in Ice Cream Land:

Children can optionally go to preschools

Primary school

Secondary school (In Ice Cream Land, they’re called Parlors)

Universities

Language:

I would once again like to point out that this is a fantasy world where Everyone Speaks English.

I had the idea that Germafrost speaks German, but just because he’s a German shepherd does not mean this place has to be German-coded. Ice Cream Land is just supposed to be this vague ice cream kingdom.

Why IS he a German shepherd? Because I wanted him to be a dog/unicorn similar to Unikitty and Puppycorn, and I wanted to have that pun on the word Permafrost

Fighting Styles and Weaponry:

Spears made of things like ice cream cones and spikes of ice

So they’ve got some form of ranged combat going on

Sgt. Wolf was also gonna introduce her knight combat to the guard

Armor consists of collars, capes, chestplates/breastplates, shoulder pads/epaulettes, leg guards, helmets, gorgets, sleeves and gauntlets

It’s made of materials like ice cream, solid ice, cookies, cookie dough, wafer, waffle cone, and ice cream bowls

ICL’s armor has also influenced sporting clothes

Gelatarian Food:

LOTS and LOTS of ice cream. Ice Cream Land is literally named after it.

As you saw, food (especially sweets) is what their traditions stem from

As I mentioned before, fries are called sticks

Hot chocolate

Cheese bites

Ice cream sundaes

Lactose-free stuff

Cookies

Cakes

Bubble gum

Eclairs

Toppings of all kinds (like sprinkles)

Meats (like roast beef platters)

Milkberries (a fruit endemic to Ice Cream Land)

Milk. Lots of things are made with it, and it’s in high demand. Deliverers like the Milkman use carrying poles to deliver milk buckets.

Gelatarian Fashion and Dress Code:

People mostly wear clothes

Some animals (like the royal family) don’t wear clothes because their fur keeps them warm

Ice Cream Land’s people wear their clothes in layers (at least 2, not counting underwear)

Puffy collars made of snow/ice cream materials are common

Clothes have bright colors

Clothes are often made with cookie batter or water batter for durability

Sporting clothes take inspiration from the Ice Cream Bowl Palace Guard’s armor

Squarish caps

Cravats? (I drew one on Judge Fudge)

Coats and jackets

Sweaters

Capes (can be transparent or translucent, bordered with fluff or not)

Ice cream cone crowns

Ice crowns with crystals

Scarves

Shoulder wraps

Solid collars with crystals

Long-sleeved shirts

Loose cropped tops (these are meant to be worn over layers)

Headbands with bows

Spiky bows and fluffy bows that can have crystals in the middle

Spiky ice collars

Bowler hats? (I drew one on the milkman)

A single pant/tube-like garment for people with cone bodies, glass bodies, or a single leg

Leg warmers

Skirts

Suspender skirts

Dresses

Boots

Shoes you would wear in snow

Handbags/tote bags

Glasses (there are blizzard safe ones)

Neapolitan pins (with the three flavors)

Waffle cone pins

Shirts with frog knots

On warm/hot days, they still wear layered clothes. They’re just thinner, and they have fewer layers.

Summer hats have layers of ice beneath the brim to protect people’s heads from melting

In heavy blizzards/harsh cold, people wear thick coats with fluffy trim and sometimes capes, regardless of their species

Jewelry:

Charms

Bracelets

Sprinkles in hair/fur/wool/whatever

Earrings (pearls, crystals, huggie earrings, snowflake-shaped ones)

Flower charms (on hats and dresses)

Pajamas:

Long robes

Collared buttoned shirts with matching pants

Swimsuits:

Snorkeling masks

Full-body wetsuits

One-piece swimsuits with skirts

Water shoes

Formal clothes:

Long formal gowns

Wraps around shoulders

Layered skirts

Gloves

Long sleeves

Ice/crystal/ice cream patterns

Suits with pretzel stick frog knots and belts

Cookie epaulettes

Tail coverings

Wedding attire tends to be very layered

At funerals, people wear long coats that go down to the floor to symbolize melting, which they associate with death

History of Ice Cream Land:

The first civilization in the area was called Daira (because of, you know, dairy)

Living globs of snow evolved into living frozen treats

The early people used bowls and buckets to collect milk. This is still practiced to this day.

Daira later collapsed, as the people began to develop different tastes

Throughout Ice Cream Land’s history, kingdoms kept breaking apart and reunifying

There were lands based on tastes (sweet, sour, savory, and bitter)

Then, a single society themed around ice

Then, lands based on types of frozen desserts (like ice creams and snow cones)

Later, there were lands based on the three flavors, those being Vanillin, Chocoland and Strawberria

A group of people combined the three flavors, and everyone around them loved them. They went on a tour across the three lands to share it with everyone else. Soon, Ice Cream Land reunified into what it is now.

They shared their dessert-making traditions with the rest of the world. That’s why the Unikingdom has ice cream and their own traditions with it, such as their annual ice cream festival. I planned to have the Gelatarians tell Unikitty and her friends that all the ice cream they have comes from them.

Yeah, the idea I had was that Ice Cream Land is where all the ice cream and frozen desserts in this world come from.

Queer Culture in Ice Cream Land:

A good portion of folks in Ice Cream Land use it/it’s pronouns

I imagine that they use it/it’s more often than they/them

There are genderfluid folks in Ice Cream Land, like Browncake (a hybrid of brownie batter and cake batter flavored ice cream)

Sports and Games in Ice Cream Land:

Soccer/football (they call it chip-ball)

Snowboarding

Rock climbing

Bobsledding

Jumping sports

Ice hockey

I established that there are toy stores, but I never established any toys other than plush toys

Transportation in Ice Cream Land:

Snowmobiles

Piano has a car, so… yeah, cars

People also usually get around on foot

Royal carriages? I can remove this part

[tigreblvnc]

BLUE LOCK MATCHUP — @darthvada

Your match is...

— Bachira Meguru

✦ Hello? Bachira? Is that you?

✦ Seriously though... WAY TOO MANY SIMILARITIES BETWEEN YOU TWO!!!

✦ "I’m also a loud theater kid." We never really see him in school, but I can easily imagine that theater would have been a club Bachira would have loved to join.

✦ He has that kind of fancy and totally quirky vibe, you know?

✦ And I like to think that the most extravagant people are often those who have gone through really tough times, and their positive, joyful nature hides a lot of wounds.

✦ Of course, you both share what happened to you in your childhoods. Maybe that’s even how you met: two isolated kids that no one understood.

✦ But you understood each other.

✦ He was on the soccer field in the late afternoon, dribbling with his ball—his only friend.

✦ You saw him, and, intrigued, you approached and stopped to watch.

✦ I think he didn’t see you at first.

✦ It was only when the ball rolled away and ended up near you that he realized someone was there.

✦ You know what? He asked if you wanted to play with him.

✦ And even if you didn’t understand soccer, even if it wasn’t your thing at all…you said yes.

✦ There was something about this special boy, with his very infectious smile, that drew you in.

✦ It made you both forget about your daily lives with others who never understood anything.

✦ Very quickly, Bachira became interested in what you were doing, in your passions.

✦ What I love about your dynamic is that despite what happened to you, you stayed true to yourselves, with very strong values. You respect others.

✦ "Being the only one who does work in a group project." To me, Bachira is the first to raise his hand to suggest ideas, even totally crazy ones. He throws out random things until something sticks.

✦ He’s also the group’s supporter, motivating everyone when there’s a loss of momentum. After all, we saw it during the match against Team V; the desperate situation motivated him, and he’s the one who turned things around on the field.

✦ Speaking of that, he probably told you about his Monster very early on. Without any shame, because he knew you wouldn’t judge him for it.

✦ And I think you understood exactly what he was talking about. Having a Monster is like having an imaginary friend. It’s playing a role together, it’s acting. It’s having fun!

✦ Bachira is one of the most extroverted and approachable characters in the series, and the fact that you had the chance to meet during childhood created a very solid friendship. Every new school year, you’d look for each other to see if you were in the same class.

✦ If not, one of you would find a way to get transferred to the other’s class.

✦ "I definitely love with acts of service and words of affirmation." Words of affirmation are very important for Bachira when he doubts himself, his place in the group, whether he’s still competent. He needs external approval, and especially to know that, in your eyes, he’s still valuable.

✦ I think nothing would be worse for him than you turning your back on him.

✦ Sometimes, this codependency is a bit of a problem.

✦ As he grows up, he learns to separate things.

✦ "I like to be loved by physical touch (hugs from behind and cuddling) and receiving gifts!" I think we’ve hit the mark here! That’s totally Bachira. There’s no one more tactile and enthusiastic than him; he’s the first to jump on you as soon as he spots your hair color in the distance. He literally leaps to cling to you like a koala.

✦ Same with little gifts; I think he remembers well what others like. He’s not afraid to spend his money to make you happy, trying to win the plushie you like or getting a piece of clothing you liked at the mall. In fact, he even suggests outfits that might suit you.

✦ "I have wavy dark brown hair a little past my shoulders with a blonde streak in the front." Excuse me, but I think it was Bachira who sent me this request.

✦ (How? Did you dye your hair together and didn’t tell me??)

✦ Just out of curiosity, I checked the compatibility between your zodiac signs, and it turns out that Leo and Libra go particularly well together, but something tells me you already looked that up.

✦ Is Bachira your favorite?

✦ Because you’re Bachira’s favorite.

✦ Now go hold hands and perform the play of your success for me!

A word about your match: I literally didn't think of anyone else.

© TIGREBLVNC 2024 | AUGUST '24 MATCHUPS EDITION.

[maochira]

You changed my world forever - just with your heart of gold. (Don Lorenzo x reader)

A continuation of "Everything out of love."

Synopsis: Your relationship with Lorenzo is more perfect than you could ever wish for. The only thing that bothers you are the nightmares that keep tormenting you every other night.

Tags: gn!reader x Lorenzo, established relationship, fears + nightmares about death, Lorenzo comforts reader after a nightmare, Lorenzo deserves love so I'm giving him love, tagging my favourite fellow Lorenzo enthusiasts @hammannii and @deerangle3!!, another one of my fics inspired by a single song lyric (from this song)

Ever since Lorenzo started earning his own money with his soccer career, he started buying gift after gift for you. He has a new one every other day. And it's not like they're random gifts either, they're things he remembers you mentioning only once in the past, or things you looked at for longer than usual whenever you went shopping together.

At first, you were overwhelmed by the amount of presents, but you quickly learn it's his primary love language, so you don't tell him to back down. It's his way of showing you love, and it's not as if that's his only way either. He's very big on physical affection as well.

After not seeing each other for so many months and then getting into a relationship immediately, he got very clingy. But you're the same. Sometimes you're still in disbelief when he's in your arms and you wonder if all of this is just a dream - because it really feels like one. How could this love be so perfect?

Even months into the relationship, you haven't had any arguments at all. Minor disagreements or misunderstandings, yes. But never an actual argument.

Somehow, you're simply perfect for each other.

You don't get to see each other every single day, but Lorenzo always tries to find at least a bit of time for you. He promised to visit you at least once a week if he finds the chance to.

You've met Snuffy a handful of times so far, and you're so thankful to him for saving Lorenzo's life. Whenever you mention it, both Snuffy and Lorenzo remind you how you saved him as well.

But despite that, the feeling of grief and guilt you felt back when you thought Lorenzo was dead returns every now and then. Especially because Lorenzo has mentioned he felt as if he was about to die before Snuffy picked him up. If it weren't for Snuffy, you would have lost Lorenzo. And you would have felt as if it was your fault.

But no, it really wouldn't have been your fault. Not at all. You're not responsible for someone in that way. You're nothing more than a teenager who started a small friendship with a homeless teenager by sharing your leftover food.

That's what Lorenzo tells you over and over when those thoughts and feelings come up. He doesn't want you to feel like this. It pains him to see how much your mind seems to run back into a past that's so unreal.

It's always those nightmares that throw you back. Those nightmares about finding Lorenzo's dead body. They torture you every so often.

Just like tonight.

Luckily, your boyfriend is sleeping right next to you when you wake up drenched in sweat with a very fast heartbeat. Sadly this is quite a common experience for you.

You only need to gently nudge Lorenzo's shoulder to get him to wake up. As soon as he hears your breathing is only a bit faster than usual, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to his body.

"It happened again, didn't it?..." He whispers into your ear.

It's common for you to be unable to speak for a bit after your nightmares. It always takes a bit until the shock wears off. And on some nights, you're completely unresponsive. Tonight is one of those nights.

Because this isn't the first time, Lorenzo knows exactly what to do. He just holds you close to himself and strokes your hair, occasionally whispering sweet things into your ear until your breathing calms down to a normal pace. Sometimes it takes only a few minutes, sometimes up to an hour. It always depends on how bad your nightmare was.

But it's never been a bother to Lorenzo. He feels extremely protective over you. He has to keep you safe in his arms. Even though he can't make the nightmares disappear, he can show you he's alive right there with you.

Luckily, tonight is one of those nights when you calm down rather quickly.

"Are you feeling any better?..." Lorenzo looks into your eyes with a gaze full of love. One of his hands gently caresses your cheek.

"I am..." You respond in a shaky voice. "Thank you..."

"I told you often enough, you don't have to thank me for this, ok? It's my job to comfort you..." Lorenzo leans his face closer to yours so he can give you a quick peck on the lips.

His gesture puts a smile on your face almost immediately. "I love you so much..."

"I love you, too," Lorenzo pushes a bit of hair out of your face as his lips form a playful grin, "Even when you're all sweaty like that."

"Oh come on," You giggle and gently nudge his arm, "It's not like I have another choice."

"Oh? Is it too hot in here? Because of me, maybe?" His grin only gets bigger before he pulls you in for another, longer kiss.

This is one of the many things you love about your boyfriend. Even after your awful nightmares, he knows exactly how to comfort you and cheer you up afterwards. He's also good at distracting you whenever the images from your nightmares get stuck in your head.

After a bit of messing around, both of you get tired again and get into a more comfortable position to return to sleep. Usually, Lorenzo prefers being the little spoon, but in moments like this, he also loves it when you lie on top of him with your head on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat after one of your nightmares makes falling back asleep much easier and prevents another nightmare from happening.

He runs his fingers through your hair while his other arm is wrapped around you. He calmly whispers, barely audible to hear: "You changed my world forever... Just with your heart of gold."

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now and then

The Baudelaire Mansion, now and then.

~2.3k. Beatrice-centric, ensemble cast.

written for day 2 of woevember of @asouefanworkevent, The Baudelaire Mansion

The Baudelaire Mansion was built during Beatrice's teenage years. Beatrice still remembers seeing it gradually becoming taller each time she visited the then still-in-development building. Mother and Father were living in their previous place not far away from there but a lot smaller, and Beatrice was mostly living at the VFD headquarters when she was in The City. She spent quite a lot of time outside of The City though, back then. The Hinterlands and Mortmain Mountains. Paltryville. Widdershin's submarine. R's place at Winnipeg.

Each time she came back, the mansion looked a little more complete than the last time.

The mansion is her parents' gift to her, and since she's going to be the one to live in it after it's complete, she had quite a lot of say over the design. VFD's architecture classes came in handy, but even more so were the books she found in the library, and her friends - a couple of years older than her but already running a hotel of their own. Of course, each of them had their own opinion on things, which Beatrice took into consideration all very enthusiastically, and usually ended up with a surprising choice that people never quite expected. Or perhaps they did, knowing that she's always full of surprises.

Teenage Beatrice had thoughts about how the rooms and spaces would be used, once the mansion was all done. She had visions of filling the kitchen with all kinds of food and spices and ingredients (- well, aside from peppermints, something she and her family have always been allergic to) and kitchen appliances and fancy plates and wine collection. And of course root beer floats. Always root beer floats.

She and Lemony were very much in love then, and she's not only in love with him but also all the things they love together - poetry and literature and music and she playing soccer while he cheerleads in the background and various food and most of all the root beer floats. And of course their friends. Their wondrous collection of tight-knitted friends whom she adored endlessly and whom she once upon a time thought all those friendships could go on forever.

How young she was, back then. How young they all were.

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🎶💝 for Pacifica

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Okay, let's go:

Up first we have gender and sexuality headcanons for Dipper and Pacifica. I don't actually have too many headcanons on this general topic, as it's just not something I frequently headcanon about tbh. I do headcanon that Dipper and Pacifica have a running joke that she's not allowed to date Mabel if they ever break up, but whether that's a possibility is unknown to me (yes, I will occasionally write things that are ambiguous even to me). That is all I have to say on the subject, unfortunately.

Next, for Pacifica, we have music and also love languages. Good questions for Pacifica actually. She's an extremely talented pianist and has had classical vocal training, however for her there's very little passion in either of these things, as (like many of her other talents), she is very technically skilled, but her primary association is rigorous training purely for the purpose of winning competitions. Once leaving her parents, she rarely uses her musical abilities, although she does every now and again practice piano as to not lose her ability to do so.

On the topic of her love language, it's quality time. It is not merely enough to tell her that you care about her, because if you don't follow through and spend time with her, and show her you care that way, she'll naturally begin to doubt. This is, of course, a result of her upbringing, and the fact her parents very rarely made an ongoing effort to show that they care for her.

Then for the OC's we have headcanons about clothes, and also about what they're best at. I'll break it down:

First up, clothes:

Maisie likes outfits that are good for running around in the woods in, and she loves to accessorise with homemade pins. She also wears a fair bit of pink.

Violet doesn't care that much about fashion, however, she does like her clothes to match, and she likes to look put together. She almost always incorporates a bit of purple into her outfit.

Alexander's favourite outfit is a Mystery Shack T-Shirt and board shorts, with a flannel over the top, and the very old, dishevelled and tired pine tree cap (he has been offered a brand new cap, and even gifted one, by Soos, however Alexander insists on the old, tired and dishevelled one)

Ariel loves any outfit that attracts the eye. Bright colours, loud patterns, bold cuts, sparkles, and lots of accessories are her thing, although she's a little more conscious about cohesion that Mabel (Mabel's tendency is ALL the colours and patterns ALL of the time). Ariel also has a wonderful collection of sweaters.

Now, what they're best at:

Maisie is good at talking to people. She's very friendly, enthusiastic and very protective over her loved ones. She's also got an excellent attitude, and is a valued part of her soccer team.

Violet is the 'traditionally talented' one in the family. She gets excellent marks at school, particularly for maths, and is also a formidable minigolfer, very good tennis player (with Maisie) and a talented gymnast.

Alexander has excellent recall for slight turns of phrase, little details and weird facts, as well as a good deal of what Dipper calls 'Trembley wisdom', which in Gravity Falls is always useful. Alexander also, thanks to his somewhat unconventional outlook on the world, is very good at identifying codes and ciphers, and is better than his siblings at that specific field.

Ariel's talent is musical theatre. She's a good singer and dancer, and a very good actress. Her acting abilities have leaked over into her life, and she's also a natural show-woman, as well as a very natural liar (which is a less desirable talent, but it comes in handy). She's also a good mechanic.

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