#aaaa i can only do one prompt for this event... finals;;

[xulips]

does it suck that i'm not so predictable?

[blackhairedjjun]

the yearning club - c.bg

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn reader | genre / tropes: fluff, only a little bit of angst, misunderstanding trope, implied university au (if you squint), best friends to lovers, kissing in the rain | word count: 921 | warnings: none, this is just unbelievably cheesy lmao

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - RAIN: sender reveals their love for the receiver while they’re both standing outside in the pouring rain. (requested by @boba-beom: “a misunderstanding(?) trope where you and gyu were becoming distant because you thought he was seeing someone but it was just a friend and he confesses to you outside your house in the rain”)

author's notes: hi smiles! this request is so classic romance aaaa sdklfjksldf i got a little carried away w this! but this was very fun to write, i hope you like it <3

the rain pours unceasingly outside your bedroom window, the sound like white noise. it nearly drowns out the playlist you’re listening to through cheap earbuds, the music itself already muffled from the duvet you wrapped around yourself in bed. still, the noise doesn’t drown out the thoughts you’re trying to distract yourself from. 

it’s useless to worry, your rational side says. beomgyu and yui would have canceled their plans anyway because of the rain. 

but what if they decided to move their date indoors? your heart objects. or they could be dancing in the rain together...

you curl up into yourself and screw your eyes shut, listening to the playlist beomgyu made for you. though you try not to imagine your best friend 一 the same best friend you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember 一 dancing in the rain with the friend who said she would ask him out, the mental image is hard to erase. it feels more real than anything you’ve imagined. even as you shut your eyes more tightly, you can practically hear beomgyu’s voice.

the voice is a little too real...

“y/n!”

you jolt up from your bed when you realize that you can, in fact, hear beomgyu screaming your name through the downpour. you rush out of your room, forgetting to grab an umbrella, and throw your door open to find him indeed out in the street, so drenched that his hair and clothes cling to his form.

“beomgyu?!”

“y/n! you heard me!” despite being soaked and shivering in the rain, beomgyu looks radiant. his smile spreads across his whole face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

“are you crazy?! it’s raining! you’re drenched, gyu!”

“i’m sorry, y/n! i couldn’t wait any longer! i 一 i have to tell you something!”

“you couldn’t just call me?!”

“no, this is important!”

you run out into the street yourself, not caring about the rain soaking every inch of your skin and clothes, and grab beomgyu by the shoulders. “whatever it is, you can do it insi一”

“i love you!”

he’s still smiling like a lovestruck fool. the rainfall does nothing to hide the shine in his eyes, nor the blush that starts to spread across his face. somehow he’s shimmering in the rain, and despite the wet locks of hair clinging to his forehead he looks beautiful. 

“i love you,” he says again. his voice is quieter but somehow louder that the torrent pouring down on the both of you.

you blink and your eyes go wide. you’re so stunned that his confession doesn’t even register in your mind properly. you hear i love you, i love you, i love you echoing in your head, but it takes a few moments for its meaning to sink in.

“b-but... yui... your date...”

“date?” beomgyu tilts his head at you.

“i heard her say she would finally ask out the guy she’s in love with. i thought that guy... was you...”

he tilts his head back in a long laugh, not mocking but relieved. your heart stops for a moment at the sound. the rain soaks his hair and face even more.

“no, she asked out that guy in her sociology class. y’know, the one she’s actually in love with.”

“so she doesn’t...”

“of course not, y/n.” beomgyu steps closer to your and pushes away a wet lock of hair clinging to your face. your heart stops again, and you find yourself gazing into his eyes. “yui and i, we called ourselves the yearning club. we made a bet that we would confess to the ones we loved at the end of this week, so today’s the last day.” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “and the one i loved... is you.”

you let out a giggle that turns into laughter, then just as quickly turns into sobs of relief. your tears mix with the raindrops, nearly blurring out your vision. “gyu... i really thought...”

“sorry i was too shy to tell you.” his smile is smaller now, reminding you of the shy smile he had when you first met. “i didn’t know if you一”

“i love you too.”

you wipe your tears away with the back of your hand, useless as the gesture is, and meet beomgyu’s eyes again. at that moment it becomes clear to you: the shine in his eyes is his affection.

your best friend’s eyes go wide and he takes another step towards you. his forehead rests on yours. “you love me...?”

“i love you.”

“y/n...”

you can do nothing more but nod and lean towards him.

your lips part and he takes the invitation to kiss you. his lips are soft, and you taste both his lip balm and something saltier 一 is it the rain, or did he cry too? 一 and you feel firm hands bringing you closer still. despite the rain soaking both of you, you feel warm, both from his body enveloping yours and the new feeling blooming in your chest.

he pulls apart from you just to gaze at you, and you feel your face grow warm at the way he admires your every feature. then he pulls you back into his embrace and the two of you sway in the rain, with you smiling into the crook of his neck. each raindrop now seems like a blessing from the heavens themselves.

you’ve never loved the rain more than you did at that moment.

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Ok so about your grumbo monster apocalypse au

(This got away from me a little bit but I’m kind of obsessed? Thanks)

I’ve been rotating it for a bit and I have this idea in my head where Mumbo finally decides to leave and grian’s like “wait no I have to say goodbye” but before he can he notices a monster sneaking up on mumbo and kills it. Mumbo didn’t notice and continues moving forward. So grian keeps following him farther and farther away, but he just gets so caught up in killing the monsters approaching mumbo that he realizes he’s been led too far away from home and wouldn’t be able to make it back on his own. Plus, he figures mumbo would be pretty mad if he discovered how long Grian’s been following him for. So he just keeps secretly following mumbo and killing all the monsters around him, with mumbo completely unaware that he is being followed and pleasantly surprised by how few monsters he’s encountered.

Eventually he makes it to a civilization of survivors. They welcome him in (though they are all a little surprised on how he’s made it this far). He doesn’t tell them about grian. Grian, meanwhile, continues killing monsters around the outskirts of the civilization, not really having anything better to do. There’s a joke going around the settlement that mumbo is good luck, since monster attacks have gone way down since he joined. Mumbo figures it’s a coincidence, and is just happy that for the first time in a while he can be of use, setting up broadcast systems and repairing electronics and such.

One night, a group goes out on patrol, making sure that no monsters sneak in, when they come across grian, who’s finishing off some poor beast of darkness a little closer to camp than usual. In a panic over being discovered, he shifts into the only thing he can think of: Mumbo.

oh my god ohmy god @angeart THIS CONCEPT LOOK AT IT AAAA

a group of survivors, hm? looks at xisuma and some of the hermits. yeah i think i could make that work.

this would take place after a certain other huge event that I have not talked about- but perhaps in an alternate timeline where that event goes horribly worse than it does in mine and ange's canon, since the event as we have it brings grian and mumbo much closer together...

it could happen before that event, also... hmmmm...

(the event, in brief, involves mumbo having a big breakdown about the apocalypse and running away- prompting grian to have his own breakdown about not fitting in to human or monster community anymore- involving mimicking mumbo's cries to himself and pearl trying + failing to calm him down. mumbo does return eventually, it's a whole thing)

now my brain is swarming with ideas. LOL

but it does track, grian's species is known to mimic not only people they are replacing, but also each other as a way of communicating and showing love. grian learns a lot about how to emote like a human from mumbo, and tries to look more human for mumbo, so it would make sense that the first safe form he would choose wouldn't be his own human-ish form, but one resembling mumbo himself.

though it would be obvious to the others that grian 1. is not mumbo and 2. is not human, because he is like a walking uncanny valley...

hopefully they wouldn't try to kill him on sight though

(link to au concept post)

[genshinarchives]

AaAA- I saw your request are open so may I ask a small scenario centering around the "I'm a villainess but I'm not evil!" casts? There's only 5 characters for your request so you can choose which characters would you like to write :]

Ah as for the prompt : what if villainess!reader ignores the casts for a while, too busy attending her duties as a heiress and the new-found problem in the onigasaki clan.

Kamisato Ayaka, Gorou, Arataki Itto, Thoma, Naganohara Yoimiya / female reader.

Synopsis: You ignore them because you're too busy with your heiress duties.

Author's notes: Ask and you shall receive~ This is an AU where villainess!reader is the characters’ S/O, and it takes place in the Katsugeki Arc which happens one year prior to the current events of the game.

I’m a Villainess but I’m Not Evil! (Navigation)

#KAMISATO AYAKA

Ayaka let out a quiet sigh, catching her older brother’s attention. With a single eyebrow quirked up, Ayato set his brush beside the document he was about to sign and laced his fingers together in front of him.

“Is something on your mind?” he inquired, though he already knew the reason behind her being in low spirits today. It’s quite obvious if you think about her close relationship with Onigasaki’s heiress and the fact that the latter has been kept busy solving the case of Yuito’s poisoning.

“Lady (y/n) hasn’t responded to any of my letters, and I feel like I’m being ignored,” Ayaka confessed, her eyebrows furrowing.

Ayato clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You know what a busy woman she is. Her brother was poisoned recently, and she didn’t sleep at all just to make an antidote for a poison nobody knew the cure to. She even had to take over in solving the case on her own, and don’t get me started on how busy she is with her duties as the heiress.” He shook his head at Ayaka in disappointment. “You could try to be more understanding of her situation.”

She visibly deflated at his chastisement. “That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be upset... and maybe feel a little selfish for once.”

The head of the Kamisato Clan rubbed his temples. “If you’re that desperate for her attention, then why don’t you send her a letter to give her your support and encouragement? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it, and maybe you’ll even get a response.”

She immediately perked up at her brother’s suggestion. “That’s a wonderful idea! I should get started on the letter right away-” Gracefully rising to her feet, she then pattered towards the door and called for Thoma the moment she slid it open. “Thoma! Please prepare a blank sheet of paper, a brush and a pot of ink in my room!"

Once she had left to write the letter for (y/n), Ayato mused, “Oya oya... My sister’s love for Lady (y/n) knows no bounds.”

#GOROU

"(Y/n)."

Said woman didn’t bother looking up from the document she was reading at her desk and ignored him. Quietly approaching her side, Gorou nudged her arm in hopes of getting her attention. She merely hummed in response and moved her arm away from him.

"(Y/n), look at me. Please," Gorou implored. He never begged because it was unbecoming for the General of Watatsumi’s army; it simply didn’t suit his image, but he was growing desperate as the days passed. Ever since Yuito got poisoned, she didn’t spare Gorou a single glance and was preoccupied with finding the fool that dared to harm her only family.

As a sharp sigh slipped past her lips, (y/n) finally looked at her fiance, though with a frown instead of her usual smile. “Gorou, go to sleep. I’m busy."

“You’ve been ignoring me for five days!” he snapped, having had enough, “I asked Her Excellency for a one week break specifically because I wanted to visit you. I missed you, yet you don’t seem to care that I came all the way from Watatsumi to see how you’re doing.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened for a moment before she averted them guiltily. “I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected. What with Yuito’s poisoning and me officially becoming the head in a few months, I have a lot on my plate right now.”

He sighed quietly and took both of her hands in his, making her meet his softened gaze. Leading her towards the futon he had already laid out on the floor, he then forced her to lie down and soon joined her as he pulled the blanket over their weary bodies.

“You’re obviously tired and frustrated, (y/n). Please, just rest with me,” Gorou quietly pleaded whilst pulling her against his chest, his chin nestling itself on top of her head, “You worked tirelessly to create an antidote for Yuito. You deserve a break."

#ARATAKI ITTO

"Arataki-san, you can’t just-”

“Step aside, Jin!”

(Y/n) almost dropped the conical flask in surprise when Itto unceremoniously barged into her lab. Spinning around to face him, she then narrowed her eyes into a glare, unhappy at the fact that he just entered without her permission. She let out a huff as she set the flask on the counter.

“Itto, didn’t I tell you to never step inside my lab unless I gave you special permission to do so? There are a lot of dangerous chemicals in here that you don’t how to-” She didn’t even get to finish her sentence because the half-oni had grabbed her wrist and was already dragging her out of the room. “Hey- Hold on a second!"

Itto didn’t halt his long strides until they had exited from the Onigasaki Estate - and for the first time in days, (y/n) greeted the warmth of the afternoon sun, the gentle breeze that whistled past causing the tail of her lab coat to flutter behind her legs. She suddenly felt the tension in her body dissipate, and he turned his head to her with a grin splitting his face in half when he felt her relax.

“About time you touched grass!” he exclaimed, using one of the phrases she had taught him before, “When you ignored me for a week, I thought I did something to upset you.” He rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. “I was going to serenade you with the gang’s help tonight, but this morning your cousin told me that Yui-bro got poisoned and that you’ve been holed up in the estate, working your butt off to nurse him and to find the perpetrator.”

(Y/n) pressed her palm against her forehead as she said, “I’m really glad Lord Hidemune stopped you from embarrassing yourself.”

He laughed loudly, drawling out, “Come ooon~ Don’t say that.” Releasing her wrist, he then cupped her face with his large hands and gently bumped their foreheads together. “It’s fine to work hard and all, but don’t forget to breathe in some fresh air once in a while, 'kay?”

#THOMA

Thoma expelled a deep sigh when he was answered with silence once again. He had made mitarashi dango this morning in hopes that she’d allow him to see her, even if it’s only for a few seconds; alas, his efforts were ignored. Was this how she felt when he shut her down every time she tried to explain why she had poisoned Yuuko? Biting his bottom lip, he crouched down and left the plate of dango just outside of her room.

“I’ll leave the dango out here,” he announced, standing up again, “Please don’t overwork yourself.” When he didn’t hear a response from the other side of the door, he let out another sigh and then walked away.

Thoma was becoming increasingly worried for (y/n)’s mental health since she had shut herself away in her room after Yuito’s poisoning a week ago; she was no doubt working hard to identify the person behind the murder attempt, and with the addition of her becoming the new head of her clan... she must be very stressed.

But that’s why he’s here.

He has plenty of connections within Inazuma, so catching the culprit should be easy as long as he probes into the right places. If he has to get his hands a little dirty to lift some of her burdens off her shoulders, then he’ll gladly do it.

A shadow cast itself over Thoma’s eyes as he strode out of the Onigasaki Estate, murmuring, “I’ll get revenge for you, my aster.”

#NAGANOHARA YOIMIYA

Spinning on her heels, Yoimiya stamped her hands on her hips as she stared at (y/n)’s bedroom window from outside of the estate. This is the third time she’s been turned away from seeing her beloved, and nobody would even tell her why! Although she did overhear about Yuito’s recent poisoning and that (y/n) has been stressed with her duties as the clan’s heiress from the gossiping servants, she wanted to hear it from (y/n)’s own mouth.

Yoimiya tapped her foot on the ground whilst humming pensively. If (y/n) is going to continue ignoring her until an entire week has passed, then Yoimiya will just have to lure her out herself, right? As she formulated a foolproof plan in her head, a mischievous grin grew on her lips and she then rushed off to set it in motion.

Night soon fell, and (y/n) left her room to check up on Yuito. As she dragged her feet through the hallway, the panicked shouts of her servants in the courtyard caught her attention.

“What the hell is going on?” she muttered. Just as she was about to walk in the direction that she came from, Jin was seen briskly approaching her from the other end of the hallway.

“Lady (y/n)!” he called, appearing exasperated for some reason, “Yoimiya is-” The moment (y/n) heard Yoimiya’s name, she wasted no time in racing to the courtyard; as soon as she stepped foot outside, a loud bang resonated across the sky above, prompting her to lift her gaze. Her eyes widened.

Fireworks bloomed in the night sky, forming a familiar red flower that she recalled as the villainess’ favourite flower - the dendrobium.

“Yoimiya... She must have started a commotion to lure me outside so she could set them off for me to see,” she mused, giggling softly. (Y/n) then smiled at the fireworks burning brightly in the darkness, the blooming sparks shining down on her like the morning star.

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[beneathashadytree]

Hi Maya, how are you? Congratulations on 1k omg 💖✨

I've come to make a request 🥺👉👈

Please may I have some fluff for Giorno using prompts 30 and 36 from the fluff prompt list?

Ahnhh tysm, and I hope you have a stunning day/evening ☺️🐞

LITTLE THINGS - GIORNO GIOVANNA X READER

Warnings : self doubt, reader is female!

Genre : fluff and comfort with a bit of angst (oops)

Word count : 1.0K words

Prompts : "You can ask me as much as you want, I’ll say I love you each time." and "Don't look away from me."

Additional notes : Aaaa thank you so so much Bri! I'm so glad to be sharing it with you. And receiving a request from one of my all-time favorite writers makes me so happy! Hope you like this, and hope your day is as lovely as you've made mine.

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Giorno had blinked himself awake 3 times already when he realized that he was far too sleepy to focus on the book he had been trying to read. The words got blurry and he found his eyes closing involuntarily almost every five minutes, so he decided to---for once---retire early for the night. Setting down the book on his bedside table and buttoning up his silk pyjamas because of the autumn breeze drifting through the balcony, all that was left for the mafia don to do was to switch off his reading light so he could hit dreamland.

As he leaned over to the lamp, a quiet voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Hey, Giorno?"

Pausing, he turned to his lover, resting his upper body on his elbows, his voice gentle, "Was the light bothering you? I'm switching it off right now, don't worry."

She shook her head and bit her lip, an anxious expression flitting over her face. The blonde felt confused, having never been unable to decipher her feelings before. However, right now, he was stumped; he had no idea as to what was occupying her mind and worrying her.

"Has something upset you?" he carefully probed, before he furrowed his eyebrows, a familiar glint flashing in his emerald eyes, "Did something happen behind my back?"

"No, nothing like that," she was quick to reassure him, before she squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling sharply and finally asking in an uncharacteristically timid voice, "I was just wondering... Giorno, do you still love me?"

"Why would you ask something like that?" Giorno, though rarely explicitly expressive of how he felt, looked quite upset at her question, and she swallowed thickly.

"Just... please. Answer the question."

"Of course I do. There's no doubt about it," he answered without a single moment's hesitation, before falling back on his side to face her in a more comfortable position, his hand underneath his head, "Have you ever felt that I don't?"

"Not exactly," his beloved sighed, nestling deeper into the covers, as though hiding from the hurt of something inexplicable, "It's just that... we haven't really done anything romantic in quite a bit. We lead pretty busy lives, and we're so used to being with each other. I wondered if you got bored because you felt like our spark died."

"If someone stops loving someone just because they don't go out on dates every other day and buy a dozen roses weekly, then they were never fit to be in a relationship," Giorno firmly said, a hand reaching out to cover her palm between both their bodies, "I've heard from many people that being with someone can get tedious after a while, but I've never felt that with you before. I suspect they've only ever felt that because they weren't willing to mature alongside their partner," he smiled gently at her bathed in the dim orange glow, with her flushed cheeks and still-kind-of-worried gaze, "I like sharing my life with you, and I like you sharing yours with me. Even the mundane feels special when you're doing it with someone dear."

"But doesn't it feel more like routine than anything?" she nervously asked, her free hand fiddling with the threads at the end of her shirt, and the young man shrugged.

"Sure it does, but isn't that what makes it so nice? It's the kind of routine you look forward to and find comfort in," a tender smile on his face, he began to list a few things off his head, "Waking up beside each other, grabbing breakfast before work, phoning each other to buy something on the way home, going grocery shopping together, even just sitting in the same room keeping each other company... I like these things."

Some doubt still clouded her eyes, but he was perceptive enough to pick up on it and continue, "If you would like that, I can arrange for a getaway next week, so we can focus on our relationship only. That way, I can show you that I'm more than willing to keep our spark going forever."

She tried to protest frantically, "Love, we're both so busy, asking for something like that would be insensitive. Plus, I only needed some reassurance for a stupid question."

He shook his head, "I insist. I want to spend time with you on our own," again, he could only give her his warmest smile in return, squeezing her hand affectionately, "And it wasn't a stupid question. If it was on your mind, then it was important. You can ask me as much as you want, I’ll say I love you each time."

That was all it took to have her throwing her arms around him, burying her face into his warm chest. Only when her shoulders began to shake did he realize that she was crying into this hug, and he felt his heartstrings being pulled, one by one with each damp spot she left on his pyjama shirt.

"Hey," the blonde pulled her back at an arm's length, only to find her averting her eyes and wiping at her cheeks, "Please don't look away from me. Come here."

Her hands were replaced with Giorno's soft palms, gentle and careful as they caught the tears and wiped them away. An unmistakably loving look in his eyes, he held her watery gaze for a few seconds before leaning in for a tender kiss to her lips; nothing more than a simple peck, but speaking a thousand sweet words. And after pulling back, he brought her to his chest once again, ear pressed against to his beating heart.

He wanted her to know with absolute certainty that there would never come a day when his heart would stop beating so erratically and quickly when he held her so near. It was practically impossible, when he'd only ever known about love with her.

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[shotorozu]

4K!! IM SO PROUD YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH MY ANGEL <33

i'd like to request tamaki caught in 4k sharing clothes with his s/o if that's okay. congrats again!! im so happy for you :')

CAUGHT IN.. 4K SHARING CLOTHES

THE 4,000 FOLLOWERS EVENT 📸 (prompts and rules can be found there)

note(s) : AAAA THANK YOU, TY TY SO MUCH ❤️‍🔥🤍‼️ also yes, this prompt with tamaki is absolute gold so— the taste 👁👁 (sorry for the delay 😔 wrote this before the event ended— so now im just posting what i had written)

it first started off simple, like most things.

it first began with a pair of octopus patterned socks— oddly enough. you just so happened to like tamaki’s ‘octo-socks’ as you’d call them. since he noticed your obvious fascination to them, he allowed you to borrow them for some time.

he didn’t see anything faulty with it, after all— they were just some socks he bought while shopping one day, a part of him choosing to disregard the paranoia of someone recognizing the familiar socks on you.

then, you guys had a fair trade of some comfy, dark gray sweats. which tamaki seemed to subconsciously seek after one gruesome, busy day outside, and when he was too tired to get his own pair.

then came the graphic t-shirts, dress shirts, and then finally— the hoodies and sweatshirts.

a part of you thinks the both of you would’ve started sharing things like hoodies and sweatshirts first, and not something like a pair of socks.

however, the socks weren’t garbage in terms of fashion sense— and besides,socks are somewhat of a secret item, maybe not intentionally secretive, but subtle. and, you’re content with that, you know how much of a timid person tamaki is.

and, you’d be better off not seeing your boyfriend bursting out into hives, because someone recognized the familiar article of clothing.

but then, there was this non-verbal agreement the two of you had. that was to only wear each other’s clothes during dates, and moments where you’re spent in each other’s dormitory rooms.

the current situation, being the first exclusion of that implicit rule.

“tama, just— wear the sweater? what’s wrong with it?” amidst the rush, you still manage to question him, even though you’re not directly looking at him. on the other half, your indigo haired boyfriend still worries.

“n-nothing’s wrong with your sweater. ‘s nice..” he stammers, mumbling the last part, as he picks up your sweater— and feels the sweater’s fabric. “it’s just.. what if someone recognizes it?” he questions reasonably.

“they won’t, they’ll be too busy doing i don’t know— planning the next class hangout?” you quickly throw on an outfit, one that’s fashionable and less than questionable— and turn to the door, “we should go,”

tamaki opens his mouth to speak, but hearing your classmates call out for more people to gather at the common room— you’re already out the door in a hurry.

he has valid concerns and worries. first of all— the sweater you threw at him was a sweater you bought online. the mini logo was reflective, and it had an intricate, unique design engraved at the hem of the sleeves. cheap, but of high quality. so, it would’ve been highly questioned, if he wore it instead of you.

reluctantly, tamaki steps outside— following your footsteps, and also trying to calm his mind.

he stands next to you in the common room, luckily not in the center of all the attention. tamaki slightly relaxes when no one speaks to him— being occupied by the meeting.

“nice sweater, tamaki!” mirio compliments, the appearance of his friend nearly startling him. despite not being in the same class, mirio still hangs around in 3-A, just for anything. “where’d you find it? the fabric.. feels fancy!”

tamaki freezes at the question. how’s he supposed to answer that? sure, he might’ve been across the room when you bought the sweater, but the precise details? he’s not sure.

he huffs, preparing his logical, implicit answer “o-online,”

the matter seems to be settled at that, but even with the lack of conversation— it feels like someone’s boring their eyes into the back of his skull. tamaki doesn’t dare to look back, not wanting to see the wondering stares.

“tamaki!” nejire’s cheerful voice snaps him out of his worry. it doesn’t fail to make him flinch, “h-hi.” he replies, nodding in acknowledgement

nejire’s eyes are sent downwards, and her curious eyes linger onto his sweater for moment, there’s something unreadable in her stare.

“i asked you about your opinion,” she grins, knowing his lack of attention, “should our class stay in for a movie this weekend? or should we go out to the mall?”

tamaki gulps, all of the attention being focused on him. he just hopes no one says anything about his sweater. “i-i don’t know? is there a split opinion?”

“half of us want to go to the mall and half of us wanted to stay here. we just need your call to settle it!” a classmate remarks encouragingly, patting tamaki on the back.

“on a side note, your sweater looks kinda familiar.” another classmate remarks, “it makes me want to go to the mall and find it.”

the comment unsettles him, and it’s not just because they probably can’t find the sweater in the mall.

“actually— yeah, where did you buy it? was it custom made? i haven’t seen that sweater anywhere!” nejire comments

he knows he should probably change the subject into something less.. probing. “i-i think we’re getting side tracked—”

“wait!” a female classmate interrupts, “i know why that sweater’s familiar now.”

you finally look at tamaki’s sweater, and his concerns suddenly make sense to you— seeing that it was the sweater you’ve bought online. you don’t know if you should feel panicked, proud, amused, or all three together.

“that’s Y/N’s sweater! i saw them wearing that same sweater a week ago!” they revealed, and the class shouts in realization— the discussion of where to go for the weekend is long gone.

“no wonder why Y/N’s socks looked so familiar, it was because they were tamaki’s” nejire practically squeals, “our friends are soooo cute! absolute goals!”

at the discovery that his friends knew about the socks exchange, tamaki’s heart beat increased— skipping a few beats in the process.

“at least we can wear each other’s clothes in public now!” you reassure lightly, pecking his cheek— which causes the class to uproar in glee yet again.

it felt like he was going to pass out, away, and ascend into the sky.

[hypnotixstorm]

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Can I get an imagine of Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho? Maybe an AU hundreds of years ago where he ends up caring for a human woman and teaching her how to defend herself. If you don't like that one, anything you think of.

Character: Kanda from DGM NSFW Prompt: "Make me." Love youuuuuu 😘

How about a NSFW scenario of Kakashi coming home to his sweet little naughty civilian S/O? 😜 A bit of role play where they call him sensei while he's doing them on the kitchen table?

Thanks for the Soi Bean Post! This gonna be my last Soi Fon request. Sorry for being quite a Soi Queen freak. For my request can you Soi after shower decides to wear s/o clothes. S/O tries to take picture of her. Then she tells that she has falling in love with you. You have changed let me take care of you. You can be very very very sluff on this one. Thanks!

ok ok so i have a few requests 🥺🥺 so! first could you maybe do an “I missed you.” with Rukia? 🥺💗 just fluff for my baby girl aaaa

Ichigo kissing his s/o in the rain 😆😆😆 Headcanons or scenario is up to you! 💙

ANYTHING SHIKAMARU. Deadass anything

Hey! I was wondering if I could request some Rukia x fem!reader relationship headcannons? Only if you're able to! Tysm! 💖

I hope requests are open but I was wondering if you could do something with byakuya and his s/o being like a very intimidating couple but his s/o is actually very sweet to everyone?

Kakashi x reader and instead of team 7 its now y/n tryna see whats under the mask and eventually she just asks and he actually reveals it adfhsjjs

Can I please get rat dad Ging being seduced by a younger woman who refuses to take “no” for an answer until he finally gives her what she wants? NSFW please! 💖

ok so please don't feel pressured to write this birthday imagine 🥺 i know u have a lot of requests rn ah. but! if you're able to i really would love another toshiro one bc i'm a sucker for him 😭 maybe one where he's really overworking himself so the reader helps him relax and it just ends in cuddles 🥺💓 only if you're able to! ilysm 💓💖💓💖💓💘💓💘💓

ok i swear this is the last one i feel bad requesting sm 😭 but maybe a “Do you wanna, maybe, go out sometime?” with toshiro bc he really is best boy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

OKAY SO ANOTHER ONE WITH SABURO WITH UHHHH GOING ON A FIRST DATE WITH HIS S/O ICIXHAJGSSHSSUSKSU he'll probs driving his van around with the music blasting out 👀👀

honestly i would kinda die if u wrote some renji smut 😳😳 literally in any situation, i'm just needy rn 😭

ok ok i'm here hehe. how about, the reader gets really injured during a battle and shiro's kinda blaming himself for it. kindaaa angst into a super fluffy ending if that's ok hhh 🥺

Hi 🥰 Can I get a headcanon for Kakashi with a really seductive s/o, like she likes to tease him in public and whispers dirty things in his ear and calls him daddy? Nsfw pls? 😊😁

“make me” and hisoka??? thank you

hehe this is for the 🦋🦋 event! congrats on 200 bb!! so, i saw attack on titan on your list and i'm experiencing a severe lack of my best boy marco 🥺🥺 if you don't write for him that's fine hehe, but if you do, could i please maybe get a lil scenario where marco helps the reader out with her training and then they accidentally confess their feelings and it's just rlly fluffy and cute? 🥺 i need marco being happy in my life rn sbdjdhdjr 💓💓

“If you keep biting your lip like that, I’m holding you accountable for my actions.” for Kakashi please! I love him 🤤

If your requests are still open, can i ask for some domestic kakashi fluff? Ty

Hi mommas❤️❤️ CAN I PWEASE request some Guren (seraph of the end) relationship headcanons ? Not nsfw but maybe a little steamy 🥺🥰 I LOVE UU -🍒

Hi Chloe 🥰 Can I have some spicy nsfw headcanons for Yami where his s/o is acting really bratty during sex and he puts her in her place? 😪😂😊

Kageyama wirh Oikawas sister reader? there just chillin Nd stuff and toru comes over and picks y/n up and they hug and kageyama is like “eXcuSe mE???” forgive my spelling im on mobile lmao

Hiii❤️❤️ Can I request an imagine where you live in a small town and work at a cafe and Bakugou is your cliche small town boyfriend? Or headcanons! The idea is so cute and I love your writing 😊

okay so uHHHHH you can just go for Mephisto sharing some food with his s/o owo;; take your time on it too because i know it's gonna be really great either way!

A reader insert saved by vampire! main YYH crew from a pack of werewolves

Since you said requests are open maybe.. suga subbing for you? Idk he's just always appeared like someone who would love to please you in anyway possible.

V A M P I R E LAVI!!! DO IT GIRL!! 👌👌♥️♥️♥️

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

hello ✨💕 it’s me, ryn 😘 if it’s okay, can i request a nishinoya x female!reader? perhaps a first date at the boardwalk with like the rides and carnival stuff? then at the end of the date he kisses her and it turns out the karasuno squad was following them the whole night hehe?

Hi! Can I request a prompt of some soft Kakashi, maybe some cuddles, perhaps it gets a little heated... a lil' Nsfw never hurt nobody👀👅 Thank you so muuch!~😍❤️

If I had kakashi in front of me I would tell him “aren’t you tired of being the most handsome man here?”

Hi! I saw that requests were open for the Haikyuu!! boys so here I am! I was wondering if I could request a Tsukki x reader where Tsukki has a crush on the reader but doesn't know how to express his feelings other then throwing insults. it can be angsty or fluffy I just really love Tsukki as a tsundere lol. (also btw I LOVE your theme and blog aesthetic its very pretty!)

Hey wifey😚 so Ichigo has stolen my heartttt can I get the strawberry boy with an S/O who gets super shy with with physical contact? Tyy💗💗

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

NSFW Vampire Squall (FF8) for very obvious reasons because UUUUUUGH

Hello there miss, my name is kandaxxx. Nice to meet you since I have definitely never requested from you before and this is definitely my first time and i am definitely not taking advantage of your bomb writing skills to ask you to write a “Choke me, daddy.” for Seymour from FF (love you forever and always!!!!!!)

hey butterfly 🥺 can you please write a story where the reader and (any character) are fighting and it turns out it was just about something stupid? like chicken nuggets? thank you 🥺💗

Eek! DGM! I was wondering if you would do a request for a general Allen Walker relationship HC? I don’t see him on the character list, but I’m just curious *bows* Thankyou senpai!

Spin The Bottle with any of the DGM characters that you're comfortable writing????? (but like obviously when Kanda spins the bottle it has to land on the reader [me] because YOU KNOW WHY OK????????) ilysm!!! 😍

I’m thinking a smut scenario of some kind that uses the prompts “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” and “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” I feel like those are very Nozel Silva things to say. 😈 -bakubabes-hatake

Omfg HI mommy, Can i request really fluffy and soft itachi after he comes back from a mission? Non-massacre AU and you’re on the same team as sasuke lolol thirsty for them age gaps ❤️ thank youuuu ily -🍒

Can I get a fake dating with Kand--Roy Mustang (hahahaha) 👉👈🥺

Is this okay to ask for? Egor taking care of s/o who has period cramps... Ty!

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

Hello! Can I please request some headcanons for Kiba with a S/O with a praise kink? And for Shikamaru with a S/O with a choking kink? Thank you so much.

Wow. Here is me putting in a request. Shocker, right?? 😂 I want some Greed, baby 😈 as for the prompt, it's not in your list, but could you maybe do something based off of "Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?" ???? 👉👈

It's a shame u only have one ling request, so could I request some Ling x Reader where they're both absolutely oblivious until Lan Fan or Ed or someone finally just tells them for them? Sorry if I didn't make any sense ❤️❤️

ok idk if you write threesomes but 😳😳 if you could write one with daichi and suga n maybe some dp, i'd probably die 🥺💓 only if you're comfortable with that tho ♡

Tyki flirting with his crush in his native language of Portuguese? I really love your work and please have some candy 🍬🍭🍫

hi butterfly! 🥰 i hope you're doing well! you already know what i'm going to ask you for — a request! i just feel really down in the dumps lately. can i request headcanons for an s/o that takes graduation pictures on their grandmother's 3 year death anniversary with kenma, nishinoya & kuroo? i hope you can do my request! you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

hehehe kuroo, tsukki and kageyama headcanons of their s/o sending them a nude while they at training and them making an excuse to get home and fUcK yOu SeNsELeSs - 🌊

Hello may I request itachi x reader. People learned the truth and he can finally return to his wife and children in the village 🥺 and they don’t have to be in secret anymore

holy shit,, i am starved for the squall content,,, if you don't mind, catching you wearing their clothes?

S/O walking in on kakashi masturbating? 👉👈 💕

[cutegirlmayra]

Hello mayra! :D I really love your works and appreciate all the effort you put into everything you write. Keep your head up bud, you're a great writer!! (Not sure if you're accepting prompts at the moment but I really love the concept of boom!sonamy meeting modern sonamy if you don't mind. The last one you did is my favorite of all, I just cant get enough, AAAA)

Thank you so much!

I’m ALWAYS accepting prompts. But getting around to them (especially with finals coming up) might be a challenge so please be patient if you send one. But I love receiving them when people say they’ve been inspired or are truly grateful to have something there to make their day. I’m overwhelmed and thankful that you think I’m a good writer!!! *more tears* Thank you kind, soul. Thank you!

(x)

Prompt:

Modern Sonic, upon witnessing the dimensional rift that Eggman’s bright idea of releasing a ten-thousand year old mechanical being created, watched in horror as the Being flung Amy up in it’s hand.

His head quickly followed the action, standing in the space where all dimensions intersect.

“AMY!”

He raced off towards the Being, and as it looked around, found an escape route.

Throwing Amy into one portal, he flew off into another.

“No!” Sonic leaped for the portal Amy was heading into, as her eyes flickered to life suddenly from being unconscious.

She looked around, before reaching and flailing her arms forward. “S-Sonic..! What’s happening!!!”

A huge light formed around them, sucking them straight in….

Somewhere off the coast of Sonic Boom’s Island, the two crashed into the jungles, as Boom!Eggman flinched from eating his crust-cut sandwiches.

He quickly turned from his umbrella table on the side, towards the top of his layer, before shrugging and turning back to his small meal.

He happily chew until his eyes widened, or at least, his glasses bulged and he slammed his fist on the table, turning back around and having his chair fall behind him.

“Muff-er-stuff-gr-light!” He chewed and swallowed all in the same mouthful.

Pointing to the light that flashed closed in the sky, he quickly raced to the edge of his lair and looked over, towards the jungle….

“Orbot! Cubot! I’ve had a vision!” He over dramatically raised a finger skyward, and then giddily ran in, before kicking the relaxing robots into gear. “Come on, you stupid nincompoops!”

“Offph! Ow..”

“Is that an oxymoron?” Cubot rubbed his head.

“No, Cubot. That’s just repeating the same meaning of a word twice.” Orbot rubbed his keister, or what metallic part was there to be called as such.

“Grr… An Oxymoron is someone who loses all the oxygen in their heads and becomes a moron. Quite like what you two will be if you don’t SCRAM!” Eggman leaned forward, yelling at the two as they hurriedly went to work, scurrying in by getting around him.

“But we’re not even fueled by Oxygen!”

“Shut up. Hmph. I want to find out what flew out of the sky. This could be my lucky day!” he beamed.

*somewhere in the jungles*

“Ow! My hair!”

“Your hair? My legs!”

“Offph! If you would have just turned a little to the left..”

“What!? You’re seriously going to judge my ‘rescuing you from certain peril from the sky’ diving skills? Now?”

Upside down, the two hung on extremely tangled vines, Amy having one hand to hold up her dress as the other was trying to fix her hair covered in leaves and contorted by vines.

She sighed when her three bangs were the only things loosened from her struggling, as Sonic bite and tugged on other vines to try and free himself a ways beside her. However, he just twirled and flung around till completely immobilized.

He blinked through the vines, and then started to struggle in panic at being completely unable to move.

“Sonic?” Amy called, the vine moving slowly so she couldn’t see what he was grunting about.

“Amy?”

A sound from below came up, as Sonic made a face, raising his eyebrow and looking down to see what strange presence mimicked his voice.

“Huh? How’d you get down?” Amy looked down, seeing a speck of blue on the jungle floor.

“When you’d start wearing an open dress?” Boom!Sonic had his hands on both hips, raising his own eyebrow to mimic Modern!Sonic’s.

The two then stared, as Amy’s eyes shifted back and forth to them.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” she suddenly screamed.

Her screams were only amplified when a boomerang slashed through her vines, having her fall and Modern!Sonic follow her in the decent.

“AHHHHHHH!!!” She waved her arms around, before summoning her hammer and hitting a tree.

Still screaming, she had flung herself to Modern!Sonic and grabbed him, which he wasn’t expecting so his own recovery from the fall was… well… um… hindered to say the least.

“Wha-what?!” Modern!Sonic, surprised by the sudden action, was slammed against another tree, and then hit a branch, and then into a lower branch… well, you see the pattern.

The whole time, he made sure he was getting hit, whether it was his head or back, to make sure Amy was safe as she clung onto him tightly.

The two fell into the arms of a humongous Boom!Knuckles, well, huge for them, as they both were being held by one of his arms.

“Woah, two Amy’s and Sonic’s! Is this some kind of promotional event?”

The two looked over to him, their eyes wide.

Amy screamed again and fell out of his arms, landing on her butt as she stared up at the giant Knuckles.

“K..Kn… Knuckles?!”

“The one and only!”

“Not only.” Modern!Sonic looked away, before using a hand to fling himself over Knuckles’s shoulders and landed behind him, dusting himself off.

“Where are we, anyway?”

“Look alikes?” Tails suddenly came out, examining the two, “You think Eggman made them?”

“Probably.” Boom!Sonic sped up to Modern!Sonic; having a hand to his chin and peering at him, he seemed to be puzzled at how different yet.. closely resembled the two did in fact look to each other.

Modern!Sonic remained calm, simply folding his arms and staring back at him.

Boom!Sonic copied this gesture.

Then Modern!Sonic stepped his feet apart.

Boom!Sonic looked at his feet, and then back at him, doing the same.

Suddenly, little by little, the two got into running positions, and their faces lit up with smirks.

“If you are a fake, then there’s no way you can beat my speed!” Boom!Sonic boasted.

“Heh. We’ll just have to see who the real faker is, then!” Modern!Sonic matched his confidence, and the two looked forward, racing off.

“Sonic? Sonic!!” Amy reached out for him, “Don’t leave me with these-! AH!”

Sticks suddenly jumped on Modern!Amy, making her shake around and wobble.

“Spies! Clones! Spy clones! Or just back-up organs raised by the government. Either way, I’m pretty sure they’ve escaped to start a new civilization together.” She raved a moment before examining Modern!Amy, opening her eyelid before leetting the two lids smack back together and then crawling around her shoulders while trying to figure her out.

Amy looked extremely uncomfortable, having her hands to her sides and shaking in fright.

“What is this thing and why is it crawling all over me..?” Her quivering lips trembled at the awkwardness as Sticks’s tail swished in her face while she studied the ‘hoop’ like design of her red and white dress.

“Sticks, they’re clearly not run away clones.” Tails gestured out, but then put a hand up to his head to scratch it in uncertainty. “As least… I don’t think so.”

In the distance, two streaks of blue could be seen, racing each other over perilous fleets of strength, stamina, and courage.

“Look, me and Sonic fell through a dimensional barrier of sorts. We’re sorry for being in his world and all but…” she gently… before forcefully, as if growing impatient, ripped Sticks off of her and then let go. Sticks dropped like a cat, and hissed at her, spiking her back up before going over to her friends, getting back up on two legs from being on all fours.

“She checks out clean.” Sticks folded her arms, nodding to Tails as Knuckles walked over them as well.

“She’s about as light as Amy too.” Knuckles commented, before leaning down and holding a hand over his mouth, trying to side-comment to Tails. “Though, with added ice cream ratio difference…”

“I can hear you!” Amy cried from in front of them.

“And better hearing skills…” Knuckles squinted his eyes, as if suspicious of her, and then leaned up as Tails rolled his eyes and went back to politely speaking to her.

“You said another world? Like… two universes?”

“I think so.” Amy pouted, still upset by what Knuckles had said as she self-consciously hugged her stomach. “I had one extra treat…” she whined.

“Onnnee extra?” Knuckles, folding his arms, leaned his head down and raised an eyebrow, doubting her. “A likely story.”

She whimpered, smiling nervously, before a gust of wind blasted dust at her and she covered her face and lowered her dress down.

The two hedgehogs, back from their little ‘outing’ had smoothly skid into place beside her.

Leaning over her, they began to argue. “I touchdowned first!”

“You and what other liar? I was clearly here first!”

“Me and my shoes do the eye-witnessing here, bub!” Boom!Sonic lifted his foot, shoving it in his face as Amy covered her face and moved away, not wanting to be apart of their banter.

Modern!Sonic shoved it away, smiling as if enjoying this ‘other self’, “Oh yeah?” The two started rough housing, laughing like long lost brothers, before turning a bit more aggressive.

“I’m the only Sonic!”

“Guess again!”

“Ah! You.. won’t… break me!”

Modern!Sonic had Boom!Sonic in a lock, as he pounded the ground but wouldn’t surrender.

“Ha-ha!” He suddenly spun, and pinned Modern!Sonic, whose back cracked as he laughed and got a second-wind from it, curling up to slide under his kneeling but parted legs, and throw him over his back once uncurled.

“OFFPH!”

“Boys! Settle down!”

The two suddenly stopped rough-housing, blinking as Boom!Amy came out of the bush.

“What on earth is going on here?”

Modern!Sonic couldn’t help but get distracted, not used to this kind of look for Amy, so he loosened his grip and leaned back…blinking in confusion.

She looked older… somehow.

He smiled suddenly, “Nice dress.” before Boom!Sonic spun up and whammed him in the face.

“Ha! Victory!”

Modern!Amy gasped, about to come closer when a pair of robotic hands gripped her mouth, making her unable to cry out and pulled her into the bush.

Distracted by this ‘new Amy’ Modern!Sonic got up, adjusted his quills to get the leaves out of them, and then stood before her.

Seeming charming, he grinned. “You must be the other Amy.”

“Other… Amy?” she was confused, looking him over to before back at her Sonic. “What’s going on? Eggman?”

“It’s always pointin’ fingers at Egghead. But no one listens to the counter-argument of the feds!” Sticks complained, throwing her arms out as if this should be common knowledge and she, somehow, only knew the truth.

“Hey, Ames, real talk.” Boom!Sonic pushed her away from Modern!Sonic, which made him look a bit surprised that he was so direct with her, even making nicknames or pushing her away like that.

“This guy is pretty slick. He’s definitely got my speed and attitude. But from another world? Come on! I’m still the only dashing hero around here, am I right?” he looked to his friends for validation, but they all just kinda stared at him and ignored his ego for a moment.

“I think we should help them out.” Tails chimed in.

“HEY!” Boom!Sonic threw his arms down, upset by the deliberate ignorance.

“I agree.” Boom!Amy nodded, “Poor things. All the way from one world to another… how’d this happen?” She put her hand to her heart, as Sticks explained.

She rolled her eyes, “doohickey from the sky I spotted turned out to be a magic portal or something. That’s what I guess, anyway.”

“Magic portal?” Tails looked skeptical of her, and she growled to him.

“Hey, I don’t call your ‘physics’ spells ludicrous.”

“That’s because they’re not!”

“Heh, funny crowd we got here, huh, Amy?” Modern!Sonic smiled at the lovable cast, before angling himself to where he supposed Modern!Amy was.

“Think we better leave this world to it’s self and-” he turned around, but was immediately aware of her being gone.

“Amy?” he scanned around, “AMY!” he suddenly bolted off into the brush.

“Huh?” The Boom team turned around, before following after him.

“W-wait for us!” Knuckles cried out, as everyone raced after Modern!Sonic. “I haven’t asked about what I’m like in your world yet!”

Eggman kidnaps Modern!Amy, but is surprised by how sweetly she comes off, but she deceives him as he lets her go for a ‘Capture Tea-party’ she explained HER Eggman hoisted for her when he usually captured her. Getting out of her cell, the energy beams takin’ down, she suddenly turned violent and started destroying the place.

 Eggman shrieks and ducks, freaking out, as Orbot and Cubot run around and then both jump to the same cover.

“Instead of hostage, she’s turned hostile!”

Modern!Sonic arrives first to the lair, hearing the sounds happening inside and smiling, knowing Amy’s got this one.

He folded his arms and relaxed, as the Boom team came up from behind him. He looked over his shoulder and grinned, thinking they were in for a treat.

“Is she gonna be okay?” Tails asked, as Modern!Sonic nonchalantly waved his hand.

“She’s fine~” he walked towards the entrance, whistling at the place as he looked over it. “This Eggman’s got a unique style, doesn’t he..? Takes out all the stops, huh?”

“He’s acting rather casual about this.” In a bit of frustration, Boom!Amy gestured upsetly towards Modern!Sonic, before placing her hands on her hips, glaring…

“Hey, maybe she’s just proven to be just as capable as you.” Boom!Sonic patted her shoulder, seeming relaxed too before excited to see this ‘heel-wearing Amy’ take out a whole lair!

The doors slid open as Modern!Sonic flinched, ready for anything before seeing Amy, and suddenly racing up to her.

“How was it?”

“Fun. You?” She swayed her arms, happy to see him relaxed. That let her know he trusted in her.

She giggled and moved closer, “You weren’t too worried, were you?”

He nervously stepped back, “Uhh… Of what? You’ve handled bigger breakouts.” He stepped slightly forward towards her to gesture a thumb behind himself at the rather small lair.

“Definitely not as hard as I’ve had it.” She rolled her eyes, before Eggman’s head stuck out from the carcasses of busted robots.

“N-not even a little hard?” His mustache slopped in disappointment before the door slammed shut and he shouted out, “I TOO AM JUST AS FRIGHTENING AS ANY OTHER DIMENSIONAL MEEE!!!!”

“The dimensional him must be terrifying.” Tails walked up, as Modern!Amy shook her head.

Sonic and her both said together, “Not in the slightest.”

Boom!Amy moved up to Modern!Amy, suddenly noticing how close the two were standing together, and for a moment… a girly hope traced her eyes before Modern!Amy turned around, and she stood up straight and then giggled nervously, trying to look away and act like she wasn’t staring.

“S-so… ehem. You two good friends?” She batted her eyes, innocently.

Modern!Amy happily raised a curious eye, and then jumped to hug her Sonic.

“Oh~ You know we’re just the grea-grea-greatest!”

“Ah! A-Amy..!” Modern!Sonic didn’t like the shaking of her hold on him, swinging him back and forth before ducking her head under his and popping it up, grinning happily.

The cute action made Boom!Sonic step back, a bit shocked at the gesture as Modern!Sonic just looked away, seeming slightly awkward before looking at Boom!Sonic’s nervousness.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh! Uh, nothing!” Boom!Sonic waved his hands out in front of him, denying any emotion previously upon his face. “You two just look… uh… close.”

The avoidance of his stature and eyes made the two Modern!Couple look to each other, and then to their other selves.

They smiled secretly to each other, as if knowing something the other two didn’t know, and parted just slightly, while Modern!Sonic kept an arm around Amy, and gestured to Boom!Sonic.

“So. Your dimension doesn’t do hugs?”

“H-huh?”

He laughed, “Sounds like my kind of world!”

“Oh you.” Modern!Amy playfully pushed him away, before swaying herself up to Boom!Sonic. “Such a shame… you really are kinda…” she lowered her head down, and peeked up at him, leaning forward before her kind smile suddenly turned wicked.

“Huh?” he leaned back, blushing slightly.

“CUTE!” she leaped, as Boom!Amy about lost her wits and fire rose around her at this other Amy cuddling up to HER Sonic.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Boom!Amy shook, her eyes twitching, but trying to remain calm.

Modern!Sonic moseyed along behind her, giving her a sinister look before leaning up to the side of her by her ear, “I think you’re not as subtle as you think you are.”

She suddenly froze up, freaking out without a sound, but jolting in place with her hair on it’s ends as Modern!Sonic smirked and made his way back to his Amy.

“Alright, Amy. Leave the poor kid alone.”

Modern!Amy smiled back to her Sonic, before releasing Boom!Sonic who proceeded to clutch his chest and breathe.

“Opps~ Sorry~” she batted a hand out, trying to play it off by being cute. “You were just so irresistible!”

She covered her face and swayed back and forth, as the rest of the Boom team looked shocked and awkward but Sticks, who looked deadpanned in a sense.

“Hmm. I could of sworn he’d give in first.”

The team suddenly turned to her in even further shock, leaning away from her as if she just spoke blasphemy.

The Modern duo started to advance away, smiling to one another as if they had fun, before looking to the skies…

“If I know anything about Tails…” Modern!Sonic kept his cool demeanor and put a hand to his hip, looking to his buddy’s equivalent. “Think we could catch a ride in your plane?” he winked.

“Ah! He rides a plane too!” Tails’s tails flopped around in joy, as he bundled his fists up close to his face, fan-boying almost at this wonderful detail of some other world they were all starting to believe in.

Getting on the plane, Modern!Amy hugged Boom!Sonic one last time, swaying him around in her arms and being dramatic as she usually was with Sonic, not wanting to part as Boom!Amy twitched in rage, Boom!Sonic just being utterly confused before Modern!Sonic pulled her away and held her bridal style, looking back at the Boom crew.

“Stay cool!” he winked, and then saw the portal slowly opening again.

“Chaos!” Sonic cried out, jumping, “Control!”

“Chaos what?” The boom team repeated all together, as Amy and Sonic disappeared into the white light reforming…

[messifangirl]

My Football RPF Masterlist

People do these right? Anyways here’s mine. Because it’s like 60 some stories... 

Updated as of: August 30, 2017 (now also with links to tumblr drabbles, and translations)

Um alphabetically, I guess? Because why not? (w/ sequels underneath them if they exist). All with links to AO3.

Story-Summary-Pairing/Gen-Wordcount-Rating (plus my thoughts on it) 

ÀnimsRafinha (completed):  Rafinha wakes up in the middle of the night, sweating through his shirt, his heart pounding and knee *screaming*. He aches, desperately aches, the pain medication having worn off way too soon. He covers his eyes and tries to hold back a sob, biting his lip as it all becomes too much. A whimper escapes though, and the warm bodies on either side of him are suddenly awake.

Gen, words: 907, rating: General Audiences

One of my least popular stories. Probably because it’s gen, and it doesn’t contain Leo either. I wrote it after he tore his ACL against Roma in the Champions League. But I still like it because it features the Brazilians as a big family. 

Ain't Never Had a Friend Like Me (completed):  Dani smiles again, playing with the empty coffee cup on the table in front of him. He slides it around its saucer, spinning it aimlessly. "Yes, I'm sure. The thing is," he says, finally letting go and putting his hands flat on the table. "Well..." He stares up at Leo and shrugs. "It's time."

Leo blinks, not understanding, feeling unsettled at how motionless Dani is. Leo doesn't ever remember seeing him so still. Then things suddenly start falling into place. "Dani, did you really decide you'd wait until I had a head injury to tell me that you're leaving?" He closes his eyes and sighs. "Really?"

Gen, words: 1203, rating: General Audiences

Now translated into Russian by Alessandriata on AO3.

How I said goodbye to Dani Alves, basically. Bittersweet.

Be Happy (completed): Neymar wants to chase him, wants to hug him, wants to tell him something. But the words just won’t come. And he can’t make his feet move.

He knows what Leo is like after a loss. Because it’s usually his loss too. But this, this is Argentina’s loss. This is Argentina’s Messi. And that’s a whole different creature. It isn’t his Leo, who smiles and plays so happily, who jumps onto him with excitement.

No, Argentina’s Messi is weary.

Leo/Neymar, words: 4314, rating: Explicit

Comfort Neymessi after Argentina and Brazil played each other for the World Cup Qualifiers. Brazil won, and I needed to cheer Leo up.

Bend Over Baby, Daddy Wants a Taste (completed): The last seconds of the game are ticking away.

And Cristiano should probably be getting into the wall. But he has one more thing to say to Leo. He leans in close and bends down to whisper into the smaller man's ear. "The next time you bend over like that," he whispers hotly as his lips graze Leo's skin, "it's going to be because I'm eating you out."

(Originally written for a prompt at the kink meme.) 

Leo/Cristiano, words: 5103, rating: Explicit

One of the first things I ever wrote. Incredibly dirty. Porn without plot, though this was back when I had to write for awhile before I could make myself write smut, so it does have bit of a beginning. (Now with art)

The Best in the Galaxy (completed, Sekhmet series co-written with @purpleyulin ): Cris’ fingers itch for his sword. It’s safely tucked in the sheath on his belt, always at hand. But hearing Messi’s whips crack through the air, sizzling with energy, has gotten his blood pumping. After a minute of simply watching, Cris reaches for his own shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it onto the ground carelessly. He rolls his neck, shaking out his shoulders and arms, loosening his body in preparation.

He’s tired of watching.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 4548, rating: Explicit

Cowritten with yulin, and truly I’m so honored she let me play around in her universe. This is quite fun--a future gladiator AU inspired by the Samsung Galaxy 11 commericals.

Something's Changed (completed, same universe): Normally Cris likes fighting against Ramos. They use the same weapon which adds a layer of difficulty to what otherwise could be a very quick fight. And Ramos is close enough to Cris’ level that sometimes it takes longer than normal to defeat him. He’s also friendly, abnormally chatty and full of gossip, which allows Cris to hear what’s going on with those around them.

Not that Cris *really* cares, but it's still good to be aware of things.

Except today, Ramos seems keen to talk about Cris.

“Something’s changed,” Ramos insists, ducking when Cris darts toward him. He somersaults under Cris’ arm and comes up in a defensive position. “You’re usually a dick, but now you’re even more of one. And you’re going to burn out. End up dead in the arena because you’re exhausted.”

Cris flinches at that, stepping backward as if Ramos has struck him.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2923, rating: Mature

This was the opportunity to write a follow up to my first fic, and also to explore the first kiss between Leo and Cris. Minimal Cris/Leo action, but it was mainly written to get inside of Cris’ head and explore his feelings.

Wait Until I'm Ready (completed, same universe): Leo’s fingers wiggle down by his sides, unconsciously, almost brushing against the handles of his whips. “That’s not how it’s going to go,” he whispers, dropping his head back down so his dark eyes can meet Cris’. His hands go to his shirt and he fiddles with the hem as if he’s thinking. Then he slides his hands down his chest. “You’re going to stand right there,” he says, blushing. “And you’re going to wait until I’m ready.” His voice is still as soft and quiet as it always is, but there’s something mischievous there too. 

Cris stares at him curiously, willing to play along. “Oh, am I?” he ponders out loud. He toes his boots off and leaves them by the door. His feet sink into the dirt and he wonders how Leo looks so comfortable. After a moment, he gets used to the feeling and he shrugs his shoulders to loosen up. “I suppose I could wait a minute,” he allows. 

Leo looks at him challengingly. Then he pulls his shirt off, throwing it behind him. His body is trembling, either from the cold or from the anticipation. “Yes,” he says softly. “Wait,” he says, swaying slightly again. “Wait until I’m ready.”

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2013, rating: Mature 

I wrote chapter one, and yulin wrote chapter 2. Basically inspired from a discussion we had, where we thought that Leo’s control with whips was so good that he could probably tear Cris’ clothes from his body without hurting him.

The Best in the Galaxy: Take Two (completed): Leo understands too late that Ronaldo has changed his strategy.

It’s unexpected and unpredictable--something that Leo is completely thrown by. They’re only sparring, and not out in the arena fighting to the first blood. Leo has to think quickly if he doesn’t want to kill the other man. He barely has a second to pull back his whip before it slices through Ronaldo’s skin, and thankfuly his reflexes allow him to do so. But while Leo’s body is usually prepared for anything, this quick movement throws him off balance. Ronaldo slams into him and pins him to the ground, the other man pressing him into the dirt gleefully.

Leo’s never given up on a fight in his entire life, though, and he fights to escape. Ronaldo is heavier than expected, the taller man built entirely out of muscle, and his bulk refuses to move. Leo realizes this instantly and instead reaches for his whips knowing that they’re his only chance to win. Somehow they’ve flown out of his hands, and his fingers tingle as he reaches for them. But he’s tired, and his whips know it, so they merely sizzle tantalizingly and remain where they are.

He claws his hands inot the dirt and sighs.

Leo/Cris, words: 3997, rating: Explicit

This is something that I rarely do, but yulin had mentioned wondering what Leo was thinking during the events of The Best in the Galaxy. And I thought, hmm, I could try to rewrite the story from Leo’s pov. I’m not sure if one version is better than the other, but it was an interesting exercise and just an excuse to write more Cris/Leo haha.

Call Me (completed): Kun lets it go on a little longer.

Mainly because it amuses him to see others fall into Leo's trap.

Trap really isn't the right word, he muses, taking a sip of his drink and watching what's going on unnoticed over against the wall. The alcohol burns on the way down and he relishes the feeling. Not a trap, he thinks again, taking in the curve of the jaw and the brilliant white teeth in the smile of the man standing over Leo.

It's not a trap, because they all want to be there.

They just don't really realize it's happening, and that's the funny part.

Leo/Kun, implied Leo/Cristiano & Leo/Neymar/Kun, words: 4620, rating: Explicit

I like this one. It was my adventure in writing cocky, confident Leo instead of shy, sweet Leo. He’s hot shit and he knows it, and as always, Kun’s quite okay with that.

Campeones (completed): He's sandwiched between Ney and Luis, and they're all screaming and laughing and singing, voices hoarse and out of tune, jumping up and down in joy. Still in disbelief, still celebrating, still riding high from defeating Atletico and winning the league. He and Neymar lost their jerseys sometime during the celebration and Leo's wondering when, because everything's become a blur.

Neymar's giggling in Leo's face, hands clamped around Leo's neck, while Luis is plastered to Leo's back with his arms wrapped around both of them. And Leo can't stop smiling, can't stop grinning, his heart racing as he buries his face in Neymar's throat and tries to breathe, tries to remember this moment.

Leo/Neymar/Luis, words: 1001, rating: Explicit

Now translated into Chinese by Aaaa

My first MSN fic, really. Just smut.

Can't Read My Poker Face (completed): Piqué is a couple drinks in when he suggests it.

A couple of drinks in and losing badly.

"Are you serious?" Cristiano asks, arching an eyebrow as he shuffles the deck in his hands. He's won a fair amount of money tonight just playing five card draw, but now it appears as though his friend has nothing more to give over. "What are you? 13 years old?" He bends the pile and flips through the ends of the cards aimlessly with his thumb. "Or you just think Shakira will be happier with you losing your clothes as opposed to losing her money?

"Piqué takes a swig of his beer and then wipes his mouth. "Alright, alright, she gave me a limit... But, you're never too old for strip poker," he slurs out, giggling. "Right, Leo?"

They both look over to Messi. The other man has been quiet all night, only joining the poker table after Sergio and James had gone outside on the patio with the rest of the crowd.

Messi's cheeks are pink at the sudden attention. "I've never played,” he mumbles, starting to fidget with his ear.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2861, rating: Mature

Strip poker. Had to happen with all the poker commercials that Cristiano’s been doing. Oh and Leo keeps stripping his clothes off on the pitch, so obviously, I had to write about that lol.

Come Stop Your Crying, It Will Be Alright (completed): Masche had fucked Leo once.

It had been after Copa América.

He thinks about it time to time. Something will spark his memory and he'll remember the way Leo had looked, trembling beneath him.It's not something he talks about. When his teammates have had a few drinks and start throwing around stories of drunken fumblings, or those few times they've crossed the line during celebrations or defeats (because, let's face it, everyone's done it), Masche stays silent.

But he remembers.

Leo/Masche, words: 705, rating: Explicit

My first Maschessi. My headcanon is that these two have a really deep friendship, and this was the one time they’d crossed the line. Short, more about the feelings than the actual sex.

Come to Me (completed):  "I have to tell you a secret, Pai," Junior says, speaking in that tone of voice kids use when they think they're being quiet. He looks up at Cristiano and widens his eyes, his little fingers clinging to Cristiano's training top.

Cristiano keeps his face serious, even though he can see that his teammates are hiding smiles as they continue to eat beside them. Nani coughs to disguise a laugh, but Cristiano ignores him. "What is it?" he asks, rubbing Junior's back.

Junior sneaks a glance at Pepe. "I can't tell you here," he says, turning back to Cristiano, looking crestfallen.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2843, rating: General Audiences

A post-Copa loss fic, one that I felt incredibly sad writing. Pros? Writing Junior is always a treat, because that kid is so adorable that he writes himself. Cons? Having to think about Leo’s heartbreaking loss, once again. (If you squint, it is a sequel to I Have Not Won Anything.) 

Congratulations (completed, Leo Gets Married series): “Hey,” Leo says, holding the phone up to his ear, trying not to get in the way of his stylist. “Congratulations.” He hears a laugh on the other end and his smile grows as he stares at his reflection. “You didn’t write this was the reason for refusing on your RSVP.”

Gen Leo & Cristiano, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

Part 1 of Leo Gets Married. In general, I think that Leo’s wedding is sort of a sacred thing that shouldn’t be touched. I’ve never hated Antonella, and in fact, I quite like her and I’m so happy that she and Leo are together. Though a lot of people wanted to write fic surrounding the wedding (with either Cristiano or Neymar reacting to losing their lover or whatever), I decided to a series of friendship drabbles instead. 

Your Special Day (completed, same series and universe): Leo braces himself for the hug, but then Dani’s arms are around him and he finds that he can’t help but relax. “I’m thirty now Dani, I don’t think you can keep calling me a baby,” he murmurs into Dani’s ear, resting his head on his shoulder. “Most people would say that’s pretty darn grown up, eh?”

Dani squeezes him. “Nonsense,” he says laughing. “Thirty, shmirty,” he says nonsensically, clapping Leo on the back until finally they both need to breathe. He straightens and pats Leo on the cheek. “Now,” he says, all business, “who do I talk to about arranging the bachelor party. I have so many ideas, and I know you’re going to love it.” He grins. “We have to send you off properly, you know.”

Gen Leo & Dani Alves, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

Of course, Dani Alves was going to be at Leo’s wedding. But he didn’t arrive for any of the pre-wedding festivities, and I imagine he was disappointed in that lol.

Pretend I'm Genuinely Congratulating You (completed, same series and universe): “Oh, thank God,” Masche says, as soon as he sees Leo. He quickly looks over his shoulder at where Fernanda is talking to Anto in the hallway. “I was worried I was in trouble there. Quick, give me a big hug and pretend I’m genuinely congratulating you.” He opens his arms wide and leans in to squeeze Leo. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!” he says loudly.

Leo is lost.

“Why are we even friends?” he asks out loud, even as he’s letting Masche pull him closer.

Gen Leo & Masche, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

Masche grew a rather impressive beard in a short amount of time. I can’t imagine that his wife wanted him to keep it! But if Anto let Leo keep his...

You're Here Now (completed, same series and universe): Leo’s not exactly nervous about walking down the aisle, but he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t feeling the adrenaline. So when there’s some irritated whispering along with a bunch of hushed voices over next to the entrance, he pokes his head to the side and says, “What’s the hold up?” His parents are frowning beside him, but Leo takes a few steps forward to see what’s going on.

It’s not so much what, as it is who: Neymar.

Gen Leo & Neymar, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

There was this big speculation as to whether Neymar was going to the wedding. But of course he showed up!

Could Have Just Eloped (completed, same series and universe): “Here,” Luis offers quietly. He turns to the side, handing Leo the gourd he’d been hiding behind his back. He places his thermos on a table, letting it blend in behind one of the lamps. “I could tell you needed some. Just you though, there’s not enough for Mateo,” he jokes.

Mateo’s playing at their feet with a race car and doesn’t even look up as Luis speaks.

Leo smiles and takes the drink with relief. “This is why you’re the best,” he says gratefully, lips closing around the metal straw. He takes a long sip, savoring it while he can. “Anto cut me off,” he admits, looking across the room at the crowd of people talking and laughing. “And it’s been hours. Whenever I think I’m going to get a chance to go find some, someone comes over to talk to me,” he complains, leaning against the wall.

Gen Leo & Luis, words: 650, rating: General Audiences

These two are just so cute nowadays. And the way Luis always has the mate, you just know that Leo’s going to be having some.

Nothing Else Matters (completed, same series and universe): "Are you nervous?" Geri asks, sidling up to him in the hallway when Leo's alone for a second. Geri's big paw pulls him into a hug, fingers automatically moving to fiddle with Leo's ear. "You can tell me, I can have Shak on standby for any last minute tips. She's been not so subtly trying to ask if you've been practicing on your downtime."

Leo sighs into Geri's shoulder, giving his friend a squeeze. Because while he's not nervous about marrying Anto, dancing with her in front of everyone is a bit of a different story.

"I think it gave her a bit of a thrill to be dancing with someone closer to her height, for a change," Geri continues, his voice rumbling through Leo's body. "Did she wear her heels for your lessons? Actually, she probably didn't, right? Didn't want to totally intimidate you."

Gen Leo & Geri, words: 550, rating: General Audiences

I accidentally made this a hundred words shorter than the other drabbles in the series and that really annoys me lol. But anyways, had to include a moment with Geri. There was speculation he and Shakira wouldn’t be at the wedding either, and I’m glad they came and had a good time together.

David Villa, Temporary Masseur (completed): Leo rolls his eyes. "How did you get roped into this?" He asks, gesturing around the room with the hand that isn't securing his towel.

Villa shrugs as he starts to take off his rings. "Someone apparently said I was good with my hands."

He stares right at Leo as he drops the rings one by one onto a little tray sitting on the table. "They weren't wrong," he says grinning, as he slides off the leather bracelets wrapped around his wrist.

(Originally written for a prompt at the kink meme.)

Leo/David, words: 9848, rating: Explicit

MY FIRST FIC IN THIS FANDOM which is pretty funny actually, because I chose a pairing that I wasn’t super into at the time. I just saw Leo and was like, huh, I think I can write this. I have a fondness for massage fic, tbh. 

Table for Two (the sequel, wip): Gerard points to his neck, where there's a blotchy purple bruise. "You got some. You totally got some." He laughs again. "When did you find the time? And who was it? I didn't know you had a new girl." He grins at Leo and pats him on the cheek. "Come on, tell me all about it. When will I meet her?"

Leo's cheeks flush. "I don't have to tell you everything, Geri," he says as he turns back to the bed. "Don't be so nosy." He's all of a sudden self-conscious. He can't help thinking of every mark David left on his body.

Leo/David, words: 7246, rating: currently, Mature

Currently stalled a bit. Part of it is that, like I said, I wasn’t totally into this pairing. I don’t quite have the best grasp on David’s character, so I’m finding it hard to continue this one. It’s been awhile since I’ve updated it, but I have not abandoned it.

Do You Want a Sip? (completed): Luis' eyes stare admiringly at Leo's flat stomach and pectoral muscles, lingering on his nipples, before trailing up the long line of Leo's throat. His fingers twitch where he holds his gourd. The words are coming out of his mouth before he has time to think about it. "Do you want a sip?"

For all the times they've sat together in the locker room, Luis has never offered to share his mate with Leo--or anyone. It's not really his custom, though he knows many others freely share. There's not much left right now anyway, but he knows Leo is a fan of mate. And he likes Leo... really likes Leo. Leo, above everyone, has made him feel welcome and included.

And... Leo looks as tired as Luis feels.

So Luis offers. Maybe not properly, but he offers.

Leo/Luis, words: 5055, rating: Explicit

Now translated into Chinese by Lucialov

My first Leo/Luis fic. I really think they have chemistry, on and off the field--clearly have such a good relationship and I wanted to try to explore that. This one started okay but I wasn’t happy with the way it progressed in the later chapters lol. If I had to do it again, I’d just post the first chapter as a oneshot.

 Drabbles to Nowhere (wip): Drabbles/fic I started but have lost interest in. Mainly things I wanted to explore more, but ended somewhat abruptly. Ratings may change. Additional tags, characters, pairings will be added.

He Walks Off: Neymar finds out about Leo's back injury against Honduras.

Leaving on a Jet Plane: Leo's back is plaguing him on the flight to New Jersey. Kun is worried.

implied Leo/Neymar, gen Leo/Kun, words: 2465, rating: General Audiences

These were things I wrote but have given up on, although they do seem individually complete. Part of the problem is that after Leo lost Copa America, I found it difficult to continue them. Currently just two stories, though I will probably add some more random things at some point.

Five Times Neymar Walked in on Them & One Time He Finally Joined in (completed): He doesn't mean to watch, really he doesn't.

But Neymar finds he can't look away, and actually gets a little aroused because really, watching Cristiano fuck is like free porn. In any case, he isn't standing there very long before Cristiano notices the light flooding in from the hallway, and the figure standing in the doorway.

"Can I help you?" Cristiano asks pointedly, a little breathless, hips stilling as he turns his head in Neymar's direction. Cristiano's fingers tighten on the thighs wrapped around his waist, clearly eager to get back to what he was doing, but other than that he looks entirely at ease with his nudity and the situation. His chest is heaving as he blinks in the direction of the light and squints. "Is that--Neymar?"

Neymar can't see who is with him.

Leo/Cristiano/Neymar, words: 31583, rating: Explicit

This is probably the story most people think of when they think of my name. And it started as a joke, a little way to stop ship wars between Leo/Neymar fans and Leo/Cristiano fans. Somehow it spiraled into something more than smut, something angsty and full of feeling. I’m pretty happy with the way it turned out!

Snapshots (not exactly a sequel, but same universe, wip):  Short stories taking place in my threesome verse. 

Time Does Not Heal All Wounds

New tears are appearing as fast as Cristiano wipes the old ones away, while Leo grits his teeth and shakes. "I'm not, Cris," Leo says, "I'm not okay." His hands fist into Cristiano's shirt, while he turns his face into Cristiano's neck. "I don't understand," he says wetly, voice muffled. "Why, why, why?"

Leo/Cristiano, words: 3363, rating: Explicit

I wanted to explore Leo’s 2015 Copa loss in the same universe as 5x Neymar, but I didn’t want Neymar to be there--he had his own shit to deal with. I wanted that Leo/Cristiano interaction. That ficlet is finished, though I’ve left this story incomplete because I do plan on adding other snippets and outtakes from the 5x Neymar universe.

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go (the direct sequel to 5x Neymar, wip): And then Neymar gets it.

Gets that Cristiano wants to talk to Leo, alone.

Without Neymar.

He feels something strange inside his chest, as if someone were reaching in and squeezing--squeezing hard--putting pressure on his heart and lungs and everything inside him. It's tight, everything is tight, like there isn't enough room for air, there isn't room for anything. He can feel the blood rushing through his ears, drowning out all the sounds around him. And now he isn't saying anything and they must both be staring at him, both waiting for him to leave, to go to the bathroom by himself...

Leo/Cristiano/Neymar, words: 33054, rating: Explicit

The first story (5x Neymar) was more about Neymar and Leo, whereas in this story I wanted to explore Neymar’s relationship with Cristiano. I’ve been working forever on the last chapter because I really want to get it right. This is by far the story I get asked about the most, regarding updates. 

A Friend in Need (completed): "Anyone would think that your team lost the game," Kun eventually says, the words echoing slightly through the empty room. He walks closer until he's only a few feet away from the other man.

Leo finally moves, fingers scratching through his hair before he lifts his head to meet Kun's gaze. His eyes are dry, not even red rimmed, but he still stares at Kun dully. "May as well have," he says hoarsely, looking as though the weight of the world rests on his shoulders.

And in the football world, perhaps it does.

92 minutes of brilliance, but 1 minute of being human--and that 1 minute is how they'll remember his performance.

Leo/Kun, words: 1188, rating: Explicit

I adore kunessi. This was my first kunessi, so I have a soft spot for it. These two together, I just, don’t know how to explain it. I kinda forget that Kunessi exists sometimes, with both of them off playing for their clubs. But when international break rolls around, all my love for it surfaces again.

A Friend Indeed (the sequel, completed): Kun feels a draft as Leo pulls the covers away for a moment and then slides underneath, molding his bare chest up against Kun's back. At the first touch of warm skin, Kun tears up. Lips brush against his nape and an arm reaches over his side. Leo skims a palm over his stomach before linking their fingers together. "I can't talk about it," Kun breathes into the darkness, feeling Leo squeeze his hand.

He opens his eyes, lashes now damp, but can't turn and meet Leo's gaze. He just stares at the wall. He can't bear to look Leo in the eyes.

Leo, who had another fantastic game.

Who pretty much single handedly embarrassed the champions of England.

And Kun along with them.

Leo/Kun, words: 2914, rating: Explicit

I might like this more than the first story in this series. I didn’t even have to wait for international break to be inspired--the champions league provided plenty of material. Perfect opportunity for kunessi cuddling... and a bit of sexytimes too.

A Good Boy (wip): "What?" André asks, having a feeling that a line has just been crossed. “Are you talking shit about me? Say it to my face." He leans forward, hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Go on, say it."

Someone turns off the television, and most people are quick to leave. But over the sound of their hasty exit, Pepe laughs and says, “Nah, man, not about you. About him.”

André takes a deep breath, knowing he’s turning red. “What about him?”

Pepe laughs again, takes another draw of his beer and then slams it down on the table. He ignores the way that Cristiano is tugging on his shirt and urging him to be quiet. "Enough, Cris," Pepe growls, standing up. "I said, that Lionel Messi, welcomed you with open *something* alright--but it wasn't his arms."

Leo/André Gomes, implied Leo/multi, words: 3471, rating: Explicit

This is taking me awhile to complete. There’s certainly evidence that gomessi exists, but it has died down a little and I’m having trouble getting inspired with this one.

Halftime (completed): Cristiano laughs, all of a sudden feeling a lot lighter. "You know what," he says, grinning at both of them before looking pointedly at Neymar. "I was going to rip your head off. But then I remembered something." He stalks towards the two Barcelona players. Neymar takes a few steps back, dancing away out of reach, but Leo stands his ground.

"Cris," Leo says warningly. His eyes are narrowed as Cristiano looms in front of him. But he doesn't move. He stays in place, looking up at Cristiano, even as Neymar shifts nervously a few feet away.

But Leo could never be afraid of Cristiano.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 601, rating: Mature

This one is incredibly short, but people have really seemed to like it. I feel a little bad about that since it shows Neymar in a not so good light, but... the Leo/Cristiano interaction is quite fun. 

Full Time (the sequel, completed): The Brazilians shout out greetings as Neymar comes around the corner. He's got huge headphones around his neck and is wearing a hat and glasses as if he expected to be accosted by the press instantly. He smiles, looking worn and somehow older than his 24 years, holding up a finger towards his countrymen and then walking over to Cristiano.

Cristiano can't imagine why, but he holds his tongue and waits for Neymar to speak.

They're not friends. Though, they're certainly friendlier than they were a year ago.

Neymar stares at him, eyes trailing from his hair down to his shoes, blinking slowly and shifting his weight. "So, he's," Neymar starts, voice hoarse. He clears his throat and tries again. "He's not going to come out here." He takes off his hat and rakes his fingers though his hair, seeming uncomfortable.

Cristiano looks up at him, his happiness disappearing, feeling a twinge of hurt in his chest. "Not even to say goodbye?" he asks, keeping his voice level.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2789, rating: Mature

I just wanted a little follow up to the first one. This takes place the following season, shows a few more characters, really lets you get a better feel for the relationships. Shrugs.

He's Not a One Man Team (completed):  He's not a one man team.

When people congratulate him for scoring his goals, he always has the same response. He doesn't score goals by himself. His team is there every step of the way, and without them, he'd be nothing. It makes sense then, that when he scores a hat trick, he feels the need to reward his teammates for their help.

The thing is, he's exhausted after those games. He barely has the strength to strip down and drag himself off to the showers. But while he may be too tired to reward his teammates, that doesn't mean he'll stop them from rewarding themselves.

Leo/Multi, Leo/Neymar, Leo/Geri, words: 2831, rating: Explicit

No idea what to say about this one. Leo lets the team use him after a game. Left a lot of the players up to the imagination with the exception of Neymar and Geri. Smut with a tiny bit of piquessi cuddles at the end.

I Already Know (completed): Neymar looks over at where Paco is shouting something about Ivan being a cheat. “You haven’t asked me about leaving,” he says thickly, feeling Leo’s warmth beside him. The words nearly get stuck in his throat, but he plows on. “You haven’t asked me about staying either. You--you haven’t asked me anything.” 

Leo stretches out his feet, flexing his right ankle as if it’s irritating him. “Nope,” he says quietly.

Neymar feels his headache grow, rubbing at his forehead and then trying to disguise it by pretending he’s fixing his hair. “Why not?” he asks, still staring out across the room instead of turning to look Leo in the eye.

Leo/Neymar or Gen Leo & Neymar, words: 575, rating: General Audiences

I wrote this when the rumors first started saying that Neymar was going to PSG. I purposely left it ambiguous. Features a sleepy and wise Leo.

I Have Not Won Anything (completed): Cristiano is getting really tired of people sticking their microphones in his face.

implied Leo/Cristiano, words: 775, rating: General Audiences

Wrote this after Cristiano threw that microphone into a lake. Also post Leo’s Copa loss. I couldn’t quite handle writing anything from Leo’s pov or even getting near Leo’s state of mind, so I wrote about Cristiano instead. This is before Cristiano won the Euros, but it still deals with the ridiculousness of their rivalry. (If you squint, it is a prequel to Come to Me)

I Wanna Dance With Somebody (completed): “Come, have a drink with us. We’re just talking tactics, and your thoughts are always insightful.”

Andrés shakes his head. “No, no,” he says, “I mean, thank you, and I’d love to, but you really are needed.” He looks up at the ceiling and then back at Geri. “Leo’s drunk,” he says bluntly, scrunching his face up.

“Already?” Geri asks, somewhat impressed. But then he shrugs. “That’s okay,” he says dismissively. “Let him drink, let him celebrate. You know he deserves to let loose every once in awhile.” He takes a sip of the whiskey, savoring the burn, murmuring appreciatively. “Is he at the stage where he tells all those horrible jokes? Because that’s my favorite.”

“Geri,” Andrés says, shaking his head again. He hesitates. “He’s dancing.”

Leo/Geri, implied Leo/Dani/Neymar, implied Andrés/Xavi, implied Dani/Neymar, words: 2387, rating: Explicit

Does anybody need an excuse to write piquessi? Anyways, I just had this vision where Leo being drunk would be hilarious. (I mean we’ve all seen that one video of him on the bus, and then at Camp Nou, and it is the best thing ever) So I imagine that he doesn’t do it often, but when he does, he always goes through the same stages? And the second to last one is dancing. Spoiler alert--the last one is where he takes all his clothes off lol.

I Wanted to Play for Spain (completed):  "I couldn't tell him," Messi murmurs, still holding onto Iker. His eyes shut for a moment, dark lashes fanning out against his pale skin, before opening and staring up at the blue sky.

Iker taps him on the cheek lightly, unintentionally leaving a streak of mud from his glove. "Look at me," he says. "What couldn't you tell him?" he asks, playing along. He moves from squatting to kneel in the mud closer to Messi's face. He looks at Messi's pupils, and honestly is a little alarmed at the size of them. In fact he's so disturbed that he almost misses Messi's next sentence.

"I wanted to play for Spain," the smaller man slurs.

Gen, words: 1824, rating: General Audiences

My first gen story. Features a wise Iker Casillas and told from his pov. I like this one, and I just kinda wrote it in a moment where I thought Leo wasn’t being appreciated. This isn’t even close to being one of my popular stories, but I still really like it, maybe because it’s so different from most of the things I’ve written.

 If We Win the Treble (wip):  "You can fuck me if we win the treble."

The Leo/Neymar version.

Leo/Neymar, words: 1066, rating: Explicit

After we won the treble, I just had this vision of Leo saying this to someone. I couldn’t decide if he was saying it to Leo or if he was saying it to Neymar, and thus I started to write two different stories based on this line. Unfortunately, I’ve made far more progress on the Cristiano version, and this version has got me a bit stumped. I have not abandoned it, but it’s been quite some time since I last worked on it.

It's a Deal (completed): There's a certain responsibility that comes with being one of Leo's teammates. Sure, it's an honor to play with him--to see the way he moves with the ball, to see the beautiful things he can make the ball do. But just because he and the crowds are in awe of Leo, that doesn't mean that everyone is.

The Bolivians know what Leo can do. And if they can stop him, they will.

And Masche isn’t in the game to protect him.

Leo/Masche, words: 1831, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

My second maschessi. Written during Copa 2016, and after Leo’s back injury against Honduras. I continue to have a soft spot for this pairing. Brothers in arms sort of thing, through everything together... I only wish the tournament had ended happier for them, and maybe then I could have written a happy follow up.

It's About Leo (it's always about Leo) (completed): The reporters clamor to ask Dani what the hardest part of coming back to Barcelona is. They acted excited when he came in, waving and shouting, ‘Remember me, Dani?’ or ‘So good to see you Dani,’ all buddy-buddy as if they’re all the greatest of friends. And now they smile, but it’s fake, clearly for show, baring their teeth while holding up their phones to record his answer. They're out for blood, sharks in suits eagerly waiting for him to dive back into the water (and that's okay because he's used to sharks). None of them have ever liked him, so Dani doesn’t really care. Maybe they think he’s afraid. But if they think that, well, they don’t know him.

And if they think he’s going to tell the whole truth, well, they really don’t know him.

Leo/Dani, gen, words: 2952, rating: General Audiences

When Dani came back to the Camp Nou, I knew I had to write something about it. And I’ve always had a fondness for Alvessi, but I’m always torn between writing about their deep friendship, or writing about them crossing that line. In the end I decided to write just friendship, but if you have your slash goggles on, you can see something more might be there. Fuck if I don’t miss Dani Alves!!!

It's Getting Hot in Here (completed): "Um," Neymar says, plucking his shirt away from his chest. "Is it getting hot in here?" he asks, feeling a bit warm.

He hopes it's not just his body reacting to Cristiano's because that would be really awkward.

Cristiano nods though, mirroring Neymar's actions and drawing his shirt away from his chest. "Actually, now that you mention it," he says, looking up at the vents. "I think the air shut off." He pulls his shirt up to wipe his face where he's started to sweat. After a moment, he mutters, "Fuck it," and draws the entire thing over his head. "You don't mind, right?" he asks, looking at Neymar questioningly, combing his fingers through his hair to fix it.

Leo/Cristiano, Cristiano/Neymar, words: 3526, rating: Explicit

One of my rare stories where Leo isn’t really a main character. Of course, somehow he’s still the reason Neymar and Cristiano get together. I wrote this before my 5xNeymar series when I was trying to figure out if it was possible to ship Neymar and Cristiano. Turns out that it is lol. This one is a smutty one.

It's Like a Fairy Tale  (completed): Cristiano can't look away from him.

It's not just because Leo cuts an extremely attractive figure... Because yes, Cristiano definitely wants to reach out and palm that ass, wants to feel for himself how cushy those cheeks are, wants to hear the breathy sounds Leo makes in response... But that's not why he's staring. No... There's something about Leo that seems extremely familiar to Cristiano. He just can't figure out what it is.

But he will.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 5522, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Maybe my favorite fic I’ve written... Half an AU, with Leo being a waiter and Cristiano being himself. I tend to stay away from AU in general because I think it is very difficult to world build, but this one just kinda happened without any fuss. I think it’s super cute and I’d really like to do some more stories in this universe. I have a few drabbles and ideas but nothing solid.

Lean on Me (completed): Marcos thinks it's his FIFA game when the chants begin, but when he pauses it, he realizes the screams are coming from downstairs. "Think Leo's finally here?" Érik asks sarcastically as "MESSI, MESSI, MESSI!" rings out from the crowds surrounding their hotel. Despite being on the second floor, the cheers easily float through the open windows.

Marcos laughs and restarts the game, using Érik's distraction to allow Barcelona to score on a quick counter attack. Érik curses, but Marcos grins, watching on the screen as his little Messi points up to the sky in celebration.

The real Leo appears soon after, looking tired and pushing a giant roller bag in front of him. He stops in the doorway of the lounge, eyes searching the room and smiling when he catches Marcos' gaze. "Hey," he greets softly, "how's things?"

Marcos pauses the game and gets up immediately to go hug him hello. Behind him he can hear Érik mumble a 'hey,' before the sounds of the game continue as Érik starts playing without him. Marcos rolls his eyes, but continues across the lounge and enfolds Leo in a gentle embrace. "Hola, capitán," he says kissing Leo on the cheek.

Leo/Marcos, implied Leo/Kun, words: 2314, rating: Mature

I wrote this story after the next one in this series-- I Want to Lick you from your Head to your Toes-- so basically this is the prequel nobody asked for. But I still wanted to write it, because I wanted to show a little more about how Leo and Marcos got to this point, and what their relationship was like before Leo’s injury.

I Want to Lick you from your Head to your Toes (the sequel, completed): Kun flicks his eyes over at Marcos and then back at his phone. "Does it look like he's awake? What do you want?" His tone is cool, but it's warmer than it has been for the last few months.

Marcos has been working hard to get back into Kun's good graces."I just," Marcos says, looking over at the mirror stretched out in the far wall. He stares at his reflection, trying to psych himself up, and then looks back at Kun. "I wanted to ask if it would be okay for me t-to, like, make a move on Leo."

Kun immediately looks up at Marcos, eyes narrowing. "'Make a move,'" he repeats incredulously, dropping his phone and sitting up straight. The action jostles the bed, but Leo still doesn't wake.

Leo/Marcos, implied Leo/Kun, words 1969, rating: Mature 

Like I said above, this is the fic that started this series. Leo/Marcos was new to me, but I was inspired after seeing a picture of them hugging. And I like the idea of them together lol. I have a third story in this series that is unfinished, but would immediately follow the events of this one. After the Copa 2016 loss, I found it difficult to continue it, so it is on the backburner for now.

Let Them Wait (completed): "Let it go. I'm asking you to let it go," Andrés says, looking directly at Masche. He rubs his eyes and then pulls Masche into a hug. "I need you to let it go. Will you do that for me?" He squeezes Masche, tightening his arms around the other man. "Please, Masche."

Masche bites his tongue and swallows what he really want to say. He nods instead. He hugs Andrés back, suddenly annoyed at himself for making Andrés deal with this on top of his injury. "Of course, Capi," he says returning the squeeze and then tilting his head back. "I'm sorry, how are you?"

The other disperse, leaving them alone.

Andrés smiles. "I'll be okay," he says over the noise of the locker room. "More tests tomorrow," he admits, "but for now, I'm okay." He claps Masche on the back and sits down on the bench to wait for the others to get changed. "It's not the end of the world."

Masche sighs, about to sit next to him.

But then Andrés shakes his head. "No," he says, putting his hand up and stopping him in his tracks. "That's why I needed you to let it go. You're needed elsewhere."

Leo/Masche, words: 1627, rating: Mature

My third Maschessi. I just really love exploring their relationship. And I especially love the idea that Masche is just this hardened guy on the pitch and then is so concerned with taking care of Leo.

Mate and Dulce de Leche (completed): Messi tilts his head back slightly so that he can look up at Sergio. He clears his throat. “Yes,” he says again. “The thing is,” he says, trailing off. His cheeks are flushing more now, and it’s clear that he’s embarrassed. But he doesn’t look away from Sergio. “I’m here to finish what you started,” he says all in a rush.

Sergio freezes. “What?”

Messi looks mortified, but he powers on. “In the tunnel,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “When it was just the two of us. Before you decided to call over the trainers.” He licks his lips and Sergio finds himself staring at how pink they are.

Leo/Sergio Ramos, words: 4991, rating: Explicit

Blame @leo-dios for this one. We both started encouraging each other to write Ramessi, and this is the result on my end ;) Rivals on the pitch, but friends off??

Maybe I'm Enough (completed): "You're making excuses for him," Luis mumbles, shutting his eyes and thunking his head back on the headrest. "He's not a kid. And I'm sick and tired of everyone saying that."

"What would you rather, then?" Leo asks. "You want them to say he left because of the money?" He squeezes Luis' hand. "You want me to say that when the press asks me what I really think? Or that he left because he didn't want to be in our shadow. In my shadow? That he wanted to be number one for the glory? Is that who you think he is?"

Luis keeps his eyes closed. "I don't know," he says helplessly. "I just thought he was happy. I thought he was happy with us, and he wasn't."

Leo/Luis, words: 1802, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Written after Neymar left for PSG. Will be the start of a series of drabbles or one shots that take place during the 2017-2018 season.

Misery Loves Company (completed): Luis gently tilts Leo's face up. He studies the bump on Leo's head, noting that the redness has eased some. It still looks wrong, looks angry and sore, and Luis doesn't dare to touch it. He thinks of the replay again and tries not to envision the way Leo had looked. It's hard to forget, but then Leo opens his eyes and smiles sweetly at him, and Luis can't help but smile back.

Leo/Luis, words: 1056, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Another suaressi, this time short and sweet as opposed to smutty. Deal’s with Luis’ injury that made him miss Copa 2016, along with one of Leo’s head injuries. 

Once Upon a December (completed): If Marc had to guess right now, he’d guess that Jordi’s the mastermind. Not that Marc ever imagined he’d be thinking something like that about Jordi Alba! But it’s only because of how much Jordi’s been complaining that he hasn’t gotten anything. It’s almost like Jordi has been trying to throw them off the trail and keep everyone from getting suspicious. And Jordi’s been at Barcelona for awhile. He’s friendly with everyone. He also has been talking nonstop about how much he loves Christmas. It doesn’t seem like much of a stretch to assume that he’s the one behind this.

Marc’s just decided that yes, Jordi must be their secret santa.

Except the next day, Jordi gets a present.

Marc/surprise, words: 11573, rating: General Audiences

I wrote a Christmas fic! It kinda ran away with me, but I loved the idea of secret Santa and thought it would be fun to play around. Writing from Marc’s pov was cute and different and overall I’m so happy and pleased with the way this turned out. It was my gift to everyone who has helped build our fandom, in appreciation for all of their hard work! 

The One Where Milan Piqué Saves the Day (completed): Leo kept reaching for his teammates, kept trying to move towards the tunnel, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move. People kept coming, kept grabbing him, kept slamming into him.

And now Leo can't breathe, bodies pressed against him on all sides, everyone trying to get a piece of him--no matter the cost.

Gen, words: 2246, rating: General Audiences

Inspired by real life events. Also by the adorableness that is Milan Piqué.

Orange is the new Blaugrana (wip): Neymar doesn't expect to witness a murder on his first day.

Leo/Neymar, Leo/Cristiano, Leo/Luis, Cristiano/James, Rafinha/Dani, words: 77414 (currently), rating: Explicit for violence (currently)

(Also translated into Russian by Kotokoshka. Can be found on AO3 or ficbook.net)

I don’t know how to explain this one, except somehow all of these footballers have things in their lives that I am perfectly able to twist to fit criminals. Dani Alves? Killed someone with a banana. Gerard Piqué? Killed a pop star. Jordi Alba? Stole a Ferrari. This one is dark, but it’s filled with little easter eggs here and there. I thought about making a list, but I like to imagine readers will catch most of them if they know their footballers well enough! Barca and Real players are the main focus, along with players from national teams of Brazil, Argentina, Colombia, Spain, Portugal... I’m having fun writing this and I hope people are having fun reading it. Now officially my longest story.

Poke Me Once, Shame On You (completed):

 It’s almost as if he’s dreaming. As it goes by, he reaches out and pokes it. And he watches incredulously as his finger sinks into one of those plump cheeks. 

And then Messi squeaks.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 1483, rating: Teen Audiences and Up

Do I really need an excuse to write about Leo’s ass? No, I do not.

Reading the Signs of My Body (completed): "Tired," Leo admits, raising his towel to wipe his forehead when he feels some more water trickling from his hairline. "But it's a good tired, you know?" Arda peers back at him curiously, and Leo laughs. "I'm glad I stayed late, is all." He pulls off the towel around his neck so he can bend over and rub at his hair.

When he straightens up, Arda is still watching him.

Leo licks his lips, knowing his cheeks are flushed. "What?" he asks self-consciously. He tosses the damp towel into a bin and tries to smooth down his hair, thinking that it must be sticking up in all directions.

Leo/Arda, words: 1988, rating: Explicit

There isn’t enough ardessi out there, that’s all I’m saying. Short and smutty, but a little sweetness too.

Something Pretty (completed):  Leo's unable to control the exasperated smile that comes to his face. "Dani talks a lot of shit for someone who never says anything."

Neymar's pointy teeth appear as he grins from ear to ear. "I bet he's right, though. I bet people would line up to bid on it and you could make some serious dough." He looks down at the floor, mumbling something under his breath about the "stone of D10S," before he peers up at Leo through his lashes. He looks serious, moving his thumb over Leo's knee, slowly, and when he next speaks, the mirth is gone from his voice. "If you did, would you buy me something pretty?"

Leo/Neymar, words: 2823, rating: Mature

This was after somebody spit on Leo at the airport. I wanted something happy, something sexy, something funny... something neymessi. I don’t write nearly enough neymessi.

Sometimes Words Aren't Enough (wip):  He and Leo have always been very cordial. Their relationship is as good as one that a goalie and a forward from an opposing team can have. Joe respects Leo's immense ability, as well as the fact that Leo never intentionally tries to hurt him when they play. He wishes he could say the same for some of the other strikers he's up against. And Leo has always been very complimentary of Joe's skills, both in the little moments after the game when they exchange pleasantries, as well as when he's interviewed.

But that little bit of small talk doesn't explain why Leo's here.In his hotel room.

Alone.

Leo/Joe Hart, words: 2210, rating: Explicit

Bit of a rare pair with this one. I really loved the way Joe Hart talked about Leo after the champions league games... And then there were the pictures of them together, talking, hugging, helping each other up. I just thought they went together. I’ve stalled on this one, which I hate. That said, it’s mainly going to be smut, if I ever finish it.

Thinking Out Loud (completed): “Fucking Agüero,” Ney yells, having apparently finished stomping around. He’s back from the trainers himself, having gotten a brace for his knee. “Why doesn’t he just fucking go play for Independiente already?” He’s apparently talking to Luis, but the other man just shakes his head and continue to get dressed. “Needs to take his fat ass back to fucking Argentina like the washed-up player that he is.”

Leo feels his blood start to boil. He yanks his sock on roughly, ignoring the way it pulls at the bandages. “Stop it,” he says, his voice cutting through the room and silencing the rest of the chatter. “Don’t talk about him like that.” He knows Neymar is upset, knows that Kun’s partly to blame for their loss, but he doesn’t want to hear anything more.

Leo/Kun, words: 3407, rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Just an excuse to write some kunessi hurt/comfort. A little jealous Neymar, but it ends happily for everyone.

Tomorrow is Another Day (completed): Cristiano complained for so long that eventually Sergio tuned him out.

They'd all wearily filed off of the plane and onto their bus, with Sergio being quick to choose a seat next to Karim in order to avoid Cristiano. Gareth happened to be the unlucky soul that got stuck with Cristiano's complaining then. And now that they're back at the Bernabéu, Sergio has no intention of getting trapped again.

He makes a beeline for the door, eager to go inside, drop off some of his stuff, and then head for his car. He can hear Cristiano getting off of the bus behind him, but Sergio lengthens his stride and practically shoves Isco and James ahead so they can get inside. But they’ve only gotten down the hallway before his teammates come to a complete stop in front of him.

“Keep going,” Sergio says, pushing them aside so he can cut through the lounge area and get out of here. But the words die in his throat as he takes a step forward.

Because there, in front of him on the floor, is a toddler.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 1547, rating: General Audiences

This is pure baby fluff. I adore kid fic and baby fluff is the best kind. And seriously, Mateo Messi’s adorableness needed to be explored :)

Where Were You (completed):  He'll come," Leo says to the empty room.

It's the same thing he repeats to himself, four hours later.

Leo/Cristiano, words 14398, rating: Mature

(Also translated into Russian on AO3, or ficbook.net by Kotokoshka,)

Based off a facebook post that Leo made and deleted. And on the fact that Barca were kicked out of the champions league, while Real Madrid and Cristiano went through. I quite like this one. A little angsty. Okay, very angsty.

Who's Afraid of Sergio Ramos? (completed): Sergio, in the act of imitating a dive by one of their opponents, falls backwards out of his chair and crashes into the lamp on the bedside table. Andrés jerks awake, knocking Cesc's phone out of his hands, and Xavi and Iker burst out laughing. Sergio's rolling on the floor in an attempt to right himself, and the lamp, when he hears Gerard talking in the midst of all the laughter.

"Can you believe Leo's afraid of this guy?"

Sergio manages to get to his feet. He brushes imaginary dust off of his shirt and pants, attempting to save some of his dignity.

The lamp is a lost cause.

But those words echo in his head. "What did you say?" he asks, directing the question over towards where Gerard is sitting nursing a bottle of beer. He's sure he must have heard wrong.

Gen (Leo/Cristiano if you squint?), words: 5669, rating: General Audiences

This is another one of my very early fics, and a rare gen one. It features a good-hearted Sergio and a nervous Leo. Bonus baby Thiago. I have a soft spot for this one. 

Winners Take it All (completed): Leo moves to kneel on the foot of the bed facing Cristiano. He's left his crucifix on, and it swings against his chest as he moves. He leans his weight back on his arms, effortlessly propping himself up on the bed, and spreads his thighs. His eyes are dark and knowing as they gaze at Cristiano, waiting.

Barcelona may have lost the game, but no one would ever know it looking at Leo.

Cristiano's mouth waters at the sight. He's glad he remembered to put the black sheets on. Leo's pale skin is gorgeous against them. His fingers itch to touch every inch of that skin. To put his lips to that throat. But he calms himself. There's plenty of time. And he has to wait for the others.

(Originally written for a prompt at the kink meme.) 

Leo/Cristiano, Leo/multi, words: 15936, rating: Explicit

Now translated into Chinese by interpreter_Fiona

Okay, so if I’m not known for 5xNeymar, I’m probably known by this. Yep, a gangbang fic. This was my second fic after the massage one, and like many others, I started out on the kink meme where the prompts are decidedly dirty. This fic gets violent, but I still really like the first and last chapters because I think the Leo/Cristiano interaction is really good.

Unfinished Business (the sequel, completed): This is the long awaited sequel to "Winners Take it All." I'm aware that the previous story is not necessarily everyone's cup of tea, what with the particular tags and subject matter.

That said, if you're just interested in Leo and Cristiano's storyline, I recommend reading the first and last chapters of "Winners Take it All" before reading this. You'll get the gist without having to deal with other pairings or potentially triggery material.

(Of course, if you haven't already, please let me know what you thought of it. As I said recently, the final chapter of "Winners Take it All" is my most favorite Cris/Leo scene out of everything I've written!)

Leo/Cristiano, implied Geri/Gareth, implied Gareth/multi, words: 18275, rating: Explicit

A lot of people asked for a sequel to Winners, and I had left it open for one, so after another clasico, I finally wrote it. I like to tell people that even if the first fic weirded them out, they can still read this one. But I don’t know if anyone really believes me. But I love the Cris/Leo action in this one, and there’s bonus baby Sasha and Milan as well as domestic Geri. 

Without You, Or, Leo's Real Response to the Ronaldo Movie Trailer (completed): "A little birdie told me you're in it a lot longer than five seconds," Geri says, hands moving to tug on Leo's hair. His obnoxious grin subsides into something more genuine as Leo looks at him upside down.

"What little birdie?" Leo asks, as Geri begins to play with his ears. "Will you stop that!" he hisses, trying to pull his head away. "What little birdie?" he repeats, when Geri doesn't answer right away.

"Me," says a familiar voice from the doorway, behind Leo.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 2108, rating: General Audiences

I wrote this after I saw the movie trailer for Ronaldo’s movie. It’s fairly short and achingly sweet. Featuring an incredibly caring Cristiano. Heart eyes.

You Can't Have Your Cake and Eat it Too (completed): Kun's enjoying his cake so much actually, that he nearly misses the fact that Leo's not eating his. Kun freezes, cake jammed in his mouth, as he eyes Leo's plate from across the table. To anyone else it would appear that several bites have been taken, as the piece is cut in a few places and the frosting is mashed in as if pressed by a fork. But as Kun continues to watch Leo, continues to watch him talk to the others at the table, smile at their jokes, laugh as if he's enjoying himself... Kun sees Leo's fork play with his food.

And never, never, does Leo raise that fork and take a bite.

Leo/Kun, words: 1970, rating: Mature

Written after articles surfaced saying that a Barca club member mentioned Leo liked pizza a little too much. Also do I really need an excuse to write kunessi? do I really need an excuse to write kunessi? I wrote a sad little ficlet at first but then gave in and wrote a second chapter to give everyone (including myself) that happy ending.

You See The Stars But They Just See The Sky (wip) cowritten with @piquedly : This was not how Cristiano expected his vacation to go.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 10341, rating: Mature

Ever since Leo grew that beard, I knew I wanted to write a lumberjack AU. And then I was thrilled to bits that Ash asked me to write with her. This is the result. We’re still working on it, but I’m very excited about what we’ve done so far :) Also, come on, Leo as a lumberjack!! Who wouldn’t want to read that?? Admittedly a little stalled with the two of us in different time zones and with very different schedules.

You Think You're Going to Win the Treble (wip): "You can fuck me if we win the treble."

The Leo/Cristiano version.

Leo/Cristiano, words: 9308, rating: Explicit

While I was stuck with the Neymar version of this story, the Cristiano version just seemed to come out a lot easier. Bonus Junior, because that kid is seriously adorable. Also, bonus Antonella? Who I don’t write a lot (if ever?) and I wanted to try to do her justice.

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I Have A Better Idea: heeeey I hope you're having a beautiful time, specially after el clasico 😊 I was wondering if you could write something about neymessi facetiming in the dressing room after lio's goal, that was so cute and heartwarming :) thank youuu (For Anon)

Neymar’s Picture: You should write something about that Picture Lio post on facebook like, idk, how does the person that took it felt about capturing that beautiful and vulnerable man in just a photo and then seeing that Lio himself post it!! That'll be soooo romantic Bonus points if it's a neymessi😘 (For Anon)

Untitled Sad Kunessi: Could you post your sad kunessi fic, pleaseeeeee? :)) (For Anon, and originally @piquedly )

Untitled Neymessi drabble: Please post a neymessi drabble :) (For Anon)

Untitled Fluffy Kunessi: Can i ask for a really fluffy kunessi fic/drabble after Kun's red 😰. I think we all need something to make us feel better and your fics always do that. (For Anon, and originally @piquedly )

Neymar Thinks Leo’s Perfect:  UGH how dare you this is perfect (For @luchorgasm )

Untitled Neymessi Car Incident: Neymessi drabble to comfort me ?? 😢😢 (about this morning incident -car) (For Anon)

Neymar Keeps the Car (sequel to above): ok tis cute but now you need to answer the real questions. Does he keep the car? (For @princesasophie )

Neymessi Make up Sex (sequel to above): is there make up sex or no? (For @captainmessi)

Cuddling Neymessi: Hiiii !!!!!! LEOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOAL AND ASSIST !!!!! So happy 😍😍. Can you write a neymessi drabble where they cuddle, I would love to see them just cuddling while talking, so simple under a warm blanket 😍😍👏🏼👏🏼🙏🙏 (For Anon)

Untitled Flying to Brazil Neymessi: NEYMESSI ❤️☺️(For Anon)

Untitled Kunessi with Leo Airsick: There was a News story saying that Leo was feeling sick during the flight to Colombia and i want a kunessi fic about this situation so bad, with an overprotective Kun and a Leo who is trying to downplay how bad he feels but Kun sees right threw him. I cant write for shit so please please someone write this??? (For Anon)

Cris/Leo with a goofy Cris: (For @purpleyulin)

Untitled Kunessi w Masche:  (For @barca-is-bae-tbh ) Can you write a Kunessi drabble where Masche is the third wheel on their date? Haha I hope you enjoy writing this! :)

Same Taste in Argentines: Marcelo/Leo drabble (For @purpleyulin )

ÀnimsRafinha: (Later posted on AO3) (For myself) The Brazukas after Rafinha’s injury in 2015.

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if u still want stuff for the married prompt thing what if Chucker or Lolix or Tuckington or Hunce or sorry ill stop u pick

aaaa this was so hard how could you do this to me!!!!

ok!!!! tuckington won but i cant garauntee i wont come back and do hance later !!! its still within the rules !!!!

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor

tucker probably but,,,,,not like in a wad on the floor like he’d be the type to lay a bunch of shirts across the back of a chair while hes getting dressed because he couldn’t decide then just leave them there –hes more of a Controlled Mess kinda guy,,,,,,,

(i mean tbh,,,,,are we talking “there was never any war and they met at college” au or “they finally got married after canon events” au? cuz those would be super different)

(for the purposes of this tho i think ill go with met at college au for ease and uh, less angst)

(look if i got into my post-war tuckington headcanons we’d be here all day and all the answers would be “wash has depression”)

forgets to run the dish washer

again tucker,,,,,,,,,”outta sight outta mind,,,,,,,,”

pumps gas for the car

wash pumps the gas, tucker goes inside to pay and to get wash a pack of gum and himself some mints probably

drives when they’re going somewhere

r u kidding??? wash is not allowed to drive ever again after The Incident™

rearranges the furniture

tucker does this as sort of a nervous tick –if theres ever something bothering him that he can’t do anything about he probably starts just fucking with shit, not cleaning per se, but he look at all the stuff we store underneath the couch when was the last time we went through it all??? or what if our kitchen table was in the living room?? wouldn’t that be kinda cool lets see how it looks

falls asleep with the TV on

waaaaaasshh

wash is absolutely a “i need to literally fall asleep from exhaustion” kinda guy he cannot just put his head on a pillow and close his eyes he has to be Doing Something

gets to use the bathroom first

uh wash but only by virtue that he’s awake earlier

he only takes like. 5 mins. its a good system they have

decides the temperature for the ac/heater

w a sh he would ABSOLUTELY be one of those people that religiously controlled the ac omfggg

sets up holiday decorations

wash is secretly a super nerd about the holidays and like SUPER sentimental about them but if you ask him he says the lights go up out of spite to their neighbors because he’s embarrassed,,,,,,,,,,,

(they make a christmas card every year its hideous)

leaves the lights on

(this question keeps tripping me up what does it mean? in the car when they go into the supermarket? in the hall when they go to bed? in the bedroom when their banging?)

(tucker, tucker, and also tucker)

uses the bathroom with the door open

wash grew up in a house with mostly women so he was raised with a healthy respect for privacy but tucker????? tucker does not give a shit (a pun??)

(u can pry my “tucker was raised by a single father” headcanons from my cold dead hands,,,,,,,)

fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber)

wash would be the one who fucks it up even worse while trying to fix it and subornly refusing to hire anyone to do it

“we can’t just???? let some stranger into our house tucker,,,,,,,,what if they make a copy of the key”

“wash i havent taken a hot shower in a week give. me. the. phone.”