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flickering-chandelier · 11 months ago

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The Alchemy

Pairing: Hockey Azriel x Best Friend’s Sister Reader

Summary: The day Azriel met Cassian’s little sister, he knew he was done for. When he finds out years later that she’s just as interested in him, things become complicated as they try to hide their blooming relationship from Cassian while their hockey team is working hard to win the championship.

Based on this request! 🩷

Warnings: swearing, smut, a sprained ankle lol?

Word Count: 7.1k

The crowd roared as Azriel slapped his stick across the ice, shooting the puck directly past the goalie and into the net.

His teammates clapped him on the back, grinning as the final buzzer sounded. He had won them the game. People were in his face, excitedly swarming around him on the ice, ready to celebrate, but through it all, his eyes landed on you in the stands. Your smile was bright, your eyes glittering with pride.

That made his heart flip. He could handle all the reporters, all the overeager fans, all the assholes from his team and opposite teams alike, but your smile could bring him to his knees.

Cassian skated into sight then, and Azriel was immediately brought back down to earth.

“Congrats bro,” Cassian said. “Maybe the journalists will leave me alone for once,” he smirked.

Azriel rolled his eyes good-naturedly, and sure enough, a woman with a microphone was waiting next to the tunnel, her eyes locked on Azriel, a big smile on her face.

Cassian was usually the star of the show, the team’s captain, the hotshot golden boy for the fans and media alike. Azriel loved what he did, but he was perfectly happy to blend into Cassian’s shadow.

It had been that way since they were kids. Azriel and Cassian had met as teenagers at hockey practice. They hated each other at first, but once they started working together, they realized it was better for everyone that way.

They had been friends for quite a while before Azriel met you.

It was one of the last games in the season of their senior year. Cassian had stolen the show, but Azirel had gotten a few good shots in, too. The two of them walked out of the locker room together after the game, and you were waiting there, wearing a jersey for the team, your hair tied up with ribbons that matched the team’s colors.

Azriel was immediately drawn in by your smile, your hair, your eyes. For a moment he fantasized about sauntering up to you, introducing himself, and immediately making you fall in love with him.

But then you looked right past him, grinning at Cassian. “That was so awesome, Cass!”

Cassian grinned, pulling you into a bear hug, before turning to Azriel. “Az, this is my little sister.”

Your smile turned on Azriel for the first time, and he felt his whole world flip on its axis.

Azriel had already known that Cassian was protective of people that he cared about. He had gotten suspended from a few games the year before because he tackled a player on the other team who had made fun of Azriel. So, he could only imagine how Cassian was with you, with his little sister who clearly looked up to him.

So, Azriel immediately knew you would never be an option for him.

That didn’t stop him from falling for you, though.

---

You cheered at the top of your lungs as Azriel’s shot whizzed into the net, seconds before the final buzzer went off. Your heart soared as his teammates buzzed around him, lifting their sticks in the air in triumph.

Despite everything around him, his eyes landed on you and you felt your heart lurch.

It seemed that Azriel had always been able to find you in the stands, no matter what else was happening. You tried to push down the well of emotions in your chest.

Ever since you had met Azriel, you had felt drawn to him, to his steady, quiet presence.

He had never shown any interest in you though. In fact, he seemed to avoid you at most functions that you ended up at together.

You couldn’t exactly blame him. You were just Cassian’s little sister, the annoying girl following them around to all their games.

Cassian and you had always been close, so you loved being able to support him, but in the privacy of your own mind, you were willing to admit that after you had met Azriel, you were definitely more inclined to go to your brother’s hockey games.

You watched as Azriel skated toward the reporter, getting through the interview with as few words as possible, as usual.

The reporter eventually seemed to give up on getting anything substantial from Az, and she called Cassian over, who came up with an easy smile. He had always been good in the spotlight, giving interesting answers, able to work a crowd.

Azriel looked relieved to get off the ice, out of sight.

You wished you could follow him, get just a moment with him.

But you knew that wasn’t in the cards for you.

A few days later, you had gotten out of work early and decided to go watch the boys’ hockey practice. They didn’t let many people in, but Cassian had made sure that you made the list.

You took a seat fairly close to the rink, your gaze immediately falling on Azriel, mesmerized as you watched him fly across the ice, his brow furrowed with focus, massive frame somehow so graceful in his element.

Often, you wished you could see his muscles working beneath all that padding, the shape of his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms flexing with each movement.

Cassian barked orders at his teammates, ever the hardworking captain, and you tore your eyes from Azriel long enough to pretend that you were only there to support your brother.

At the end of practice, Cassian grinned at you, and nodded his head toward the tunnels. “Meet me in the locker room in 10 minutes?”

You gave him a thumbs up and he skated out of sight. You hadn’t been in the locker rooms much. You secretly hoped that Azriel would still be around by the time that you got there.

Hesitantly, you pushed through the doors into the locker room, your heart racing slightly at the thought of what you might see in there. You were used to being around your brother’s coworkers, but they weren’t usually so... naked.

Frankly you couldn’t tell if your prayers had been answered or if the universe was messing with you as you immediately locked eyes with a shirtless Azriel, a towel wrapped around his waist, his own eyes wide in surprise when he saw you there.

It took all your strength to maintain eye contact, to not let your gaze dip down to his chiseled chest, still glistening with water droplets from the shower.

“Hey,” he said, his voice slightly husky.

Some of their teammates were around in various stages of undress, looking at you and Azriel curiously, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Azriel. “Hi,” you said, and cleared your throat. “Cassian asked me to come…” you trailed off, feeling unsure of yourself. You couldn’t remember the last time you and Azriel had been together without Cassian’s looming presence.

He swallowed, and nodded. “Right.”

Before you could think of anything else to say, Cassian sauntered in with an easy smile on his face, in shorts and a t-shirt.

“Hey! I’m glad you came by, I wanted to talk to you,” he said, as he opened his locker and rifled through it.

You noticed out of the corner of your eye that Azriel retreated to his own locker, behind you. “What’s up?” You asked.

He shot you his sweetest smile, and you immediately rolled your eyes. “What’s the favor, Cass?”

Laughing, he said, “the team’s having a party soon, and I’m supposed to be in charge of appetizers…” he trailed off, grimacing slightly.

“Who’s idea was that?” you laughed.

He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know how it happened. Would you help me out?”

“Do I get to come to the party?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Of course.”

“Alright, I’m in,” you smiled.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he grinned.

“Oh, I know,” you said, hyper aware of Azriel getting dressed out of sight, behind you.

“Az and I were going to go get lunch, if you want to come?” Cassian asked.

You swore your heart started beating slightly faster. “Sure,” you said, trying to keep your voice even.

---

Azriel kept his features schooled into neutrality as Cassian slid out of the booth and went to the bathroom, leaving you and Azriel alone.

He racked his brain for something to say. He wasn’t great at speaking to people under normal circumstances, much less with you.

“That was a really great shot you made at the last game,” you smiled, somewhat sheepishly, Azriel thought. “I was on the edge of my seat.”

He couldn’t help but smile faintly, his heart leaping at the thought of you watching him intently on the ice, hanging on every move he made. “Thanks.”

Your eyes crinkled in amusement. “I don’t think you understand how talented you all are. I can’t even skate.”

“Really?” he asked, surprised.

You nodded. “I tried a few times when I was a kid, but I was always so clumsy. And Cassian was a natural of course, so I guess that made it harder when I kept falling over and over,” you shrugged.

“If you wanted to learn, I could teach you,” he said, before he could even really think about it. “It took me a long time to get the hang of it, so I understand.” He added, feeling slightly flustered, but trying his best not to show it.

Azriel felt relieved when your eyes lit up. “You would really do that?”

“Sure,” he said as nonchalantly as he could.

Your smile was bright. “I would love that. When do we start?”

“Tomorrow afternoon?” He asked. “Meet me at the rink?”

You nodded excitedly, just as Cassian came back. “What are you two meeting at the rink for?” he asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at Azriel.

“Az is helping me finally learn to skate,” you said as Cassian slid into the booth next to you.

“Az is? I never knew you even wanted to learn,” Cassian said, his brow furrowed.

You shrugged. “Well, I do.”

Cassian looked between you and Azriel for a moment, somewhat skeptically, but then shrugged easily. “Okay, then.”

Azriel could understand why Cassian was a little confused. In all the years that they had been friends, you and Azriel had barely spent any time together, if only because Azriel was purposely keeping his distance from you, hoping that his feelings would eventually diminish.

He didn’t think this little endeavor would help him get over you.

---

Your legs felt a bit shaky as you made your way to the rink and you silently cursed yourself. Maybe this was a bad idea. Being around Azriel made you so nervous, and pairing him with ice skates could be a perfect recipe for a broken ankle.

Azriel was already there, casually skating around. You couldn't help but watch him for a moment. It seemed impossible that he had ever had a hard time skating. He looked like he was born to do it.

He glanced up and saw you there, skated over to you then came to a halt, pointing to a bench just outside the rink. “Got your skates?”

You nodded, and sat down to start putting your skates on, your movements awkward and unsure. He watched your every movement, and came over to you when you started tying.

“May I?” He asked, and you just quirked a brow. He smiled faintly. “They'll have to be a lot tighter than that if you want them to stay on.”

“Oh! Yeah, go ahead,” you said.

Azriel tied your laces quickly, with expert precision.

He offered you his hand when he was done and you took it, trying to push down the swell of excitement in your chest.

As soon as you got onto the ice, your nerves overpowered everything else. Your knees felt wobbly and you were sure you would fall down instantly.

Azriel was in front of you, skating backwards slowly, still holding your hand. You gripped Azriel for dear life and your voice shaky, you croaked out, “Azriel, I don't think I can do this.”

Worry clouded his expression, his eyes softening. “You absolutely can. But you don't have to if you don't want to. There's no pressure here, okay?”

You nodded, your eyes locked on his, on the care that he seemed to have for you. It helped you settle down a bit. “What do I do?” You asked.

He smiled with pride and said, “Skating is all about balance. Stand with your feet shoulder width apart, and try to evenly distribute your weight between both feet.”

You did as you were told, and you already felt a bit better. He nodded with approval. “I'm going to have to let go of you for this next part, okay?”

Your eyes widened in fear, but you swallowed and nodded.

He smiled reassuringly as he slowly took his hand from yours and skated back the slightest bit. “Before you can glide, like you see most skaters do, you're going to march.”

“March?” You asked skeptically.

Azriel laughed, his face lighting up, and you felt your heart thunder in response. You weren't sure you had ever made him laugh before. “Just trust me, okay? Lift one foot up and bring it forward, then do it again with the other. This helps you learn to balance and rely on the skate that's still on the ice.”

When you hesitated, he skated closer to you, and took your hand in his again. “You've got this.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, and he took his cue to skate in front of you.

Following his instructions, you slowly and awkwardly marched, your movements unsure and wobbly, but at least you hadn't fallen yet.

“Is this how you learned to skate?” You asked, needing a distraction.

He barked out a laugh again. “No. I didn't have anybody to teach me, so I mostly just fell on my ass a lot until I figured out what to do.”

Your heart ached for little Azriel. You didn't know much about his past, but you did know it was a lonely, painful one.

Suddenly, you wobbled significantly, and Azriel said, “Put your hands on your knees whenever you need to regain your balance.”

Quickly you dropped your hands to your knees and felt more steady.

After a while, you felt confident enough to start skating for real, and Azriel walked you through the motions, his eyes laser focused on every movement you made.

As soon as you started trying to mimic his movements, you fell. Hard.

He winced, skating over to you. “You okay?”

You nodded, trying to keep your breathing even.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Despite the pain, his words sent a wave of heat through you. Blinking up at him, you said, “Excuse me?”

His eyes widened slightly, the smallest smile on his face. He cleared his throat. “To get up. You need to start from your hands and knees.”

Your cheeks burned as you maneuvered yourself like he told you. You looked up at him. “Now what?”

Azriel's breathing seemed slightly labored, his eyes burning as he looked down at you. You felt like you could hardly breathe. He swallowed, then said, “Put one skate on the ice, balance yourself with your hands, then push yourself up to standing.”

You tried to follow his instructions, but as soon as you got to your feet, your balance was completely off and you would have fallen again if Azriel hadn't quickly gripped your waist, keeping you steady.

He was so close to you that you could feel the heat from his body. You looked up into his eyes, utterly mesmerized, unable to move.

For a few moments, he just held you, eyes boring into yours. Finally he said, “Ready to try again?”

“Okay,” you said quietly, but you didn't move, unwilling to be the one to pull away from him.

It took another moment for him to remove his hands from you, and you instantly felt cold at the absence of him.

Azriel skated backwards, urging you to catch up to him.

You started moving, focusing on the instructions that he gave you, your eyes continuously glancing down to your feet.

“Don't look down, just look at me,” he said gruffly.

You obeyed, your eyes latching onto his. It was steadying, his gaze. In a few moments, you actually did catch up to him, and you were so excited that you forgot to focus on your movements.

You tumbled into Azriel, bringing him down on the ice with you.

He landed on his back with a groan and you landed on top of him, your head landing on his chest.

“I'm so sorry,” you said, starting to scramble up, but his hands landed on your waist again and you couldn't bring yourself to move.

You looked into his eyes, your hands resting on his chest. Even through his sweatshirt, you could feel the hard lines of his muscles. You could hardly breathe.

He lightly brushed a lock of hair off your forehead, his eyes tracing down your face. “Don't be sorry,” he said, his voice huskier than you'd ever heard it.

Without even realizing you were doing it, you inched your face closer and closer to his, like you were being drawn in by a magnet.

His hand cupped your cheek gently. He whispered your name. And then his lips were on yours.

An electric shock jolted through your body. You leaned even further into him as he kissed you so gently that you thought you might weep.

Your hands traveled up to his face, his hair. His fingers tightened on your waist, and he groaned quietly as you deepened the kiss.

Suddenly, he pulled away, sitting up, sliding you off of him. “I’m sorry… We shouldn’t.”

Your heart plummeted. “Why?”

He looked pained as he saw the hurt on your face, putting distance between the two of you again. “Cassian,” he said gruffly. “He would kill me.”

“You think he would?” You asked. In all the years that you had been crushing on Azriel, you had never considered how Cassian would feel if the two of you actually got together.

Azriel let out a humorless laugh. “You’re his little sister. He’s more protective of you than anyone else. Remember how we had to stop him from beating up that guy who broke up with you?”

You did remember. Cassian had been more mad about that breakup than you were.

“Az,” you said, willing yourself to say the words you had been keeping to yourself for so long. “I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time… If you feel the same way, we shouldn’t let Cassian get in the way.”

His eyes widened as he studied you, his gaze lingering on your mouth. “I never knew,” he said quietly.

Before you could say anything else, he was pulling you back into him, kissing you harder than before, his movements faster, more sure as he twined his fingers into your hair.

You gasped at the sudden change in his demeanor.

It was impossible to tell how long it was that you and Azriel sat on the cold ice, exploring each other for the first time.

When he finally pulled away, gazing into your eyes, you said, “Maybe he doesn’t have to know. Not yet.”

And just like that, everything changed.

---

Azriel had never felt this way in his life. You and him had been sneaking around for the past several weeks, going on dates, and he could hardly believe it.

You were incredible. Absolutely incredible, and he thanked his lucky stars every day that you were giving him the time of day.

But then he would think about Cassian, what he would do when he found out, and Azriel would feel so incredibly panicked and guilty that he could hardly function.

You weren't doing anything wrong. He knew that. You were two consenting adults spending time together.

The sneaking around was getting difficult though. He didn't like hiding anything from his best friend.

“You okay?” You asked beside him, threading your fingers with his.

His heart leaped at how casually you did it, how comfortable it was between you so quickly. He had taken you out to eat downtown, and now you two were taking a walk through the city, the lights twinkling, dancing off your skin.

“Fine,” he said, smiling down at you.

“Stressing about Cassian?”

He couldn't help but laugh at how quickly you were able to read him. “I’ve just never hidden anything from him.”

You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “We can tell him, if you want to.”

“We should soon. I just don't know how he's going to react.”

You nodded, and he could tell that you were just as nervous as he was.

He stopped you with a hand on your arm, leading you into an alcove off of the sidewalk. “It'll be okay,” he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “We'll tell him when we're ready.” He leaned down and kissed you gently, and you leaned into him, sighing happily.

---

The day of Cassian's party rolled around, and you walked in with him, carrying a platter of appetizers that you made for him. The whole hockey team, as well as their friends and families were milling around the coach’s massive backyard.

Azriel stood out to you like a beacon in the crowd. You had always felt like you could sense his presence, no matter how many people there were or where he was in any given room. You longed to run right to him, but you knew you couldn’t.

It was too soon, you kept telling yourself. You and Azriel were still figuring out exactly what you were, and you didn’t want to complicate things between the two of you by letting other people get involved or give their opinion.

You knew everyone on the team at least a little bit, so you mingled through the crowd until you finally found your way over to Azriel, looking up to find that his eyes were already on you.

“Hi,” you smiled.

The side of his mouth quirked up slightly, and you knew he was holding in a smile. He stepped a little closer to you, and you longed to hold his hand, to touch him.

Before either of you could say anything else, Cassian strided up, grinning. “You guys wanna go eat?”

You reigned in a sigh, and focused your attention on Cassian. “Sure,” you said, following him, and shooting a smile over your shoulder at Azriel as he followed.

The three of you each grabbed a plate of food, then settled in at a crowded picnic table. Azriel slid in next to you as Cassian took the seat opposite.

“So, I never asked, how did those skating lessons go?” Cassian asked as he dug into his plate.

You swallowed, and nearly jumped out of your seat as Azriel’s hand landed on your thigh, squeezing lightly. “It was good,” you said, trying to keep your voice nonchalant.

“She’s a really great student,” Azriel said, his eyes on his plate as his thumb ran slow circles over your skin.

You took a big drink of water to stop yourself from flushing as his hand wandered higher.

“Seriously? How many times did you fall?” Cassian asked, clearly amused.

Azriel’s grip tightened on your thigh, probably remembering just like you were, what had happened when you had fallen. “Only a few, actually,” you said, forcing yourself to keep your eyes locked on Cassian.

“Impressive. You gonna be playing hockey with us anytime soon?”

You forced out a laugh. “Definitely not. I’ll need a lot more lessons if I have any hope of that.”

Azriel finally looked at you, offering you the faintest of smiles. “Whenever you want another lesson, just let me know.”

“Okay,” you said casually, turning your attention back to your plate.

You got through the rest of the party without incident, which was impressive considering all the lingering, discreet touches that Azriel kept giving you.

Azriel came to your apartment after the party had ended. As soon as he walked through the door, he had you up against the wall, kissing you fiercely.

“You were driving me crazy,” you gasped as he kissed down your neck.

He laughed into your skin. “You think you weren’t doing the same to me?”

His hands trailed from your face, down your body, lingering on your hips before landing on your ass.

You moaned quietly, taking his hand in yours and leading him to your bedroom.

He raised his eyebrows in question as you closed the door behind you.

Wordlessly, you stepped up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. It started out slowly, gently, but quickly turned heated.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, you pulled him towards your bed and fell back onto it, tugging on his hand to pull him down over you. You toyed with the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it to the side.

Your hands explored his abs, his shoulders, your breath catching at the pure muscle as he kissed your neck down to your collarbone.

When your hands settled on his belt buckle and started undoing it, Azriel caught your wrist, stilling you. He looked into your eyes, flooded with emotion. “Are you sure?”

You cupped his cheek, studying his face for a moment, your heart swelling with love. “I’m sure.”

He smiled for a moment, leaning in to kiss you gently before he let go of your wrist. Your hands wandered back down and slowly undid his belt buckle, pushing his pants down past his hips, and he kicked them off from there, not breaking his kiss.

He pulled back slightly to look at you as he slid the straps of your dress down your arms, kissing your bare shoulders, your exposed chest. He slid your dress down further, just past your breasts. He hummed happily as he ran his tongue over one nipple, his fingers toying with the other. Your toes curled as he raked his teeth along your chest.

Azriel kept pulling your dress down slowly, kissing his way gently down your stomach, down your legs, until the dress was tossed to the floor.

“You’re everything,” he murmured, his gaze raking down your naked body.

You smiled, your heart thundering as you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a kiss.

He kissed his way back down your body then, pausing momentarily at your panties, before looking up to you with a smirk, and pulling them down your legs with his teeth.

You gasped as he settled between your legs, licking a line straight up your center, before his tongue dove into you, while his thumb pressed on your clit.

“Azriel,” you moaned, burying your hands in his hair.

This just spurred him on further, as he took your ankles in his hands and wrapped your legs around his head, burying himself even deeper in you.

“Az,” you groaned after a while. “I need you.”

He looked up at you, grinning, before sitting up on his knees, sliding his boxers off, and settling himself over you, his eyes locked on yours. “You ready for me?”

You nodded, your hand threading through the hair at the back of his neck as the other clutched his shoulder. “Please.”

Azriel smiled, nuzzling your nose with his for a moment before he kissed you sweetly, as he slowly slid into you inch by inch.

He paused when he was fully inside you, pulling back slightly to study your face.

“I’m good,” you smiled. “More. Now. Please.”

He chuckled, then did as he was told, sliding in and out of you in slow, deep thrusts.

You groaned, your hands sliding down his muscled back as he leaned down, resting his head in the crook of your neck, sighing contentedly into your skin.

Together you moved in tandem, until you both found your release, gasping.

Azriel rolled off of you, pulling your body against his, holding you close. You felt so safe and content, you couldn’t believe it had taken the two of you so long to get to this point.

---

The locker room was empty before the game started. His teammates knew that Azriel often liked to be alone, especially before important games. If they won tonight, they would be in the playoffs. Tensions were high for everyone.

He was pulling his gear on when you came up behind him, leaning against one of the lockers. You were wearing the team’s colors, your hair tied up with red and gold ribbons, just like the first time he saw you. His heart leaped, as it always did. “How are you feeling?” You asked.

Azriel shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him, resting his chin on the top of your head. “Better now that you’re here.”

You smiled, leaning into his chest. “You’ve got it, Az.”

He placed his index finger under your chin, gently tilting your face up to look at him. “Thank you for being here,” he said, kissing you softly.

Suddenly, you heard someone coming into the locker room, and the two of you sprung apart. Azriel ushered you out the opposite door, into the hallway, near the locker room for the other team.

The two of you breathed a sigh of relief, and Azriel couldn’t help but bring your body to his again. It calmed him down, settled his nerves, to be close to you.

You tilted your face up to meet his lips in a kiss, and the world melted away until a player from the other team walked out of the locker room, smirking at the two of you.

“Casey,” Azriel said, his hand resting on the small of your back, trying to keep his cool. He didn’t know Casey well, but he did know that he was an asshole.

Casey looked between the two of you, smirking, before sauntering away without a word.

Azriel immediately located you as he and his team went out onto the ice. You were out of your seat, clapping and cheering, your eyes locked on him, your smile bright.

By the second period, Azriel’s team was up two to one, and the other team seemed to be feeling the heat.

Casey smirked at Azriel as they faced off before the buzzer sounded. “Who was that you were getting cozy with, huh Azriel? Didn't seem like you wanted anyone to know you were with her.”

Azriel knew that he was being baited. He tried to reign in his temper, to keep his cool. He tried to remind himself how important this game was, that he couldn’t afford a penalty right now.

But then Casey said, “I can see why. She's not exactly spotlight material, is she?”

A growl released from deep in Azriel’s throat, and he launched himself at Casey, slamming him into the ice, before reeling his arm back and connecting his fist with Casey’s jaw.

Within moments, he was being pulled away and sent to the penalty box, his head spinning, wondering how the hell he was going to explain this to his teammates, to Cassian. He cursed himself for letting Casey get to him, for knowing exactly which buttons to push.

---

Luckily, they still won the game, despite Azriel’s outburst at the beginning of the final period. You couldn’t comprehend what could have possibly happened to get this reaction from him, and you felt awful as you watched him sitting solemnly in the penalty box while Cassian tried to pull the team together and keep their lead.

You left right after the game, not wanting to get involved in whatever you knew would go down between Azriel and Cassian.

Later, after Azriel asked you to come over to his apartment, you practically raced over there, dying to know what happened.

As soon as he opened the door, his arms were around you, holding you to him like you were the only thing keeping his feet on the ground.

“Are you okay?”

He sighed, kissing the top of your head. “I’m getting there. Cassian chewed me out, but I think we’re okay.”

“What happened?” You asked.

“It was the guy who saw us out in the hallway. He was… he was talking about you. I knew he was baiting me, but I still couldn’t keep it in.”

“It was because of me?”

“No,” he said, running his thumb along your cheekbone. “It was because of him. He just must have known what would make me mad.”

You stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him lightly. “I’m sorry. What did you tell Cassian?”

“That I was feeling tense because of the playoffs, and he baited me,” he raised one shoulder into a shrug. “He didn’t ask for specifics.”

“Well, I’m glad you guys are okay. Congrats on making the playoffs, by the way,” you smiled.

Azriel smiled faintly, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

You sighed, leaning into him further. “We’re going to have to tell him.”

“I know,” he said. “Soon.”

The two of you looked at each other, anchoring yourselves in one another.

---

For weeks, Azriel had been traveling all over the country with the team for the playoffs, and the two of you had kept in contact as much as possible, face timing whenever Azriel could get alone and texting as often as he could.

Finally, they were playing at home again, the last game before the championship. You didn't want to be a distraction for Az, so you went right to your seat, as close to the ice as you could get.

You watched them play with bated breath, your eyes glued to Azriel as he soared across the ice. Just before the end of the second period, Azriel made a slapshot, the puck flying right between the goalie's legs and into the net, bringing your team ahead by one.

The fans erupted into a thunderous applause and as the buzzer sounded, Azriel's eyes locked on you, a grin on his face, his eyes shining. You had no idea how he always managed to find you in a sea of people, but it sent butterflies through your chest every single time.

The energy was high as the players moved into the final period. It seemed like Az's team would take the win without much of a fight from the opponents until the unimaginable happened.

The opponent’s center roughly checked Azriel's shoulder, and when Az stumbled, the center slammed Azriel into the wall, hard. Azriel collapsed onto the ground and another player collided with him.

Even from where you were, you could hear Azriel cry out as he brought his leg up to his chest, wincing in pain.

“Azriel!” You shot up from your seat immediately, racing to the other side of the tunnel where you knew they would take him, praying that they would let you through.

In the chaos, nobody batted an eye at you, and you were waiting for him when Azriel limped into the tunnel, the coach and Cassian holding him up on either side.

“Az!” You cried, tears brimming in your eyes as you ran up to him, unable to think about the consequences, or anything other than him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as gently as you could, and he snaked an arm around your waist. “I'm okay,” he said.

Cassian looked between the two of you, his brow furrowed. “What are you freaking out about? It's probably just a sprain.”

“Oh,” you said hesitantly, forcing yourself to take a step back, out of reach. You looked up at Azriel though. “Are you sure? You looked like you were in a lot of pain.”

He smiled faintly at you, his eyes twinkling. You could tell that he appreciated that you were concerned about him. “Nothing I can't handle.”

Cassian continued to look between the two of you skeptically, then cleared his throat. “I need to get back out there.”

Azriel nodded to both Cassian and their coach. “I can make it by myself.”

They seemed to hesitate, but nodded, and you helped Azriel make his way to see the medics.

After his ankle was wrapped and it was proven to be just a sprain, you sat with Azriel, running your hand through his hair, leaning against him.

“You were really worried about me back there, huh?” He smiled, kissing your temple.

“Of course I was! I--” you broke off hastily, stopping yourself from saying what you had been feeling for weeks now.

He looked at you expectantly though, raising an eyebrow. “You… what?”

You took a deep breath, and looked into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek. “I love you, Az.”

His eyes swarmed with emotions for a moment before a smile lit up his face and he kissed you. “I love you, too,” he said.

Moments later, the team rushed into the space, whooping and cheering.

You grinned at Azriel, “Looks like you guys are going to the championship.”

Azriel's smile grew, and he pulled you to him, laughing, before kissing the top of your head.

“I knew it,” Cassian's voice cut through the noise, and you and Azriel froze, looking up to find him staring at the two of you.

“Cass-” you started, but he cut you off.

“What the fuck, guys? How long has this been going on?”

You glanced at Azriel, who settled his hand at your waist comfortingly before looking up to Cassian. “A few months.”

“Months?” Cassian asked incredulously. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“We weren't sure how you would react,” you said quietly, shrinking into Azriel's side slightly.

Cassian scoffed. “You know what's worse than my best friend dating my little sister? Both of them lying to me about it for months.”

“Cass-” you tried again, but he held up a hand to stop you.

“If we keep talking about this now, I'm going to say something I'll regret,” he said, his voice low.

He left without another word, throwing a final harrowing glance back at the two of you.

Your heart sank.

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For days, Cassian avoided Azriel at practice, and from what he’d heard, Cassian wasn’t talking to you at all either.

“Come on, Cass,” Azriel groaned after practice. “Please talk to me?”

Cassian rounded on him, his eyes burning. “About what? What do you want to talk about?” he said furiously. But then all the tension left his body suddenly and he just looked at Azriel sadly. “She’s my sister, Az. How could you keep this from me?”

Azriel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We thought it would be best until we… figured things out. We didn’t want to get you all freaked out if it didn’t go anywhere.”

“And is it? Going anywhere?” Cassian asked.

Azriel swallowed, he felt his jaw tick. “I love her, Cassian. And she loves me.”

Cassian swore, rolling his eyes. “So at what point were you going to tell me?”

“I -- don’t know,” Azriel said honestly. “I’m so sorry. We both are.”

They were both silent for a moment, until Cassian blew out a breath and said, “Just give me some time, okay? I’m happy for you both, but… I’m going to need time to stop being pissed at you both for lying to me.”

Azriel nodded, partially relieved. Time, he could handle.

The championship game finally came, and though Azriel and Cassian weren’t quite at the point that they used to be, things were slowly getting better between them.

Cassian gathered the team before the game, hyping them up, always the strong captain leading his troops into battle.

The game went by quickly, and every time Azriel would feel some pain in his ankle or get caught up in the stress or the pressure, his eyes would find you, and your smile would ground him, help him lock back into the game, to the task at hand.

There were only a few seconds left in the game when Azriel found an opening, slapping the puck past the goalie and into the net.

The crowd cheered, but Azriel only had eyes for you. You formed your hands into a heart and held it up toward him as you cheered, blowing him a kiss.

The final buzzer sounded off, and everyone celebrated around him, yelling and thumping their chests, thrusting their hockey sticks into the air. Cassian was about to hand him the trophy, but Azriel smirked before skating over to where you were waiting on the sidelines, lifting you up and setting you onto the ice before bending you over his arm and kissing you like he’s never kissed anyone before.

He could feel you smile against his lips, your hands gripping him for dear life.

Later, after interviews and photos and speeches, Azriel pulled his jersey over his head and tossed it to you.

You looked up at him, your eyes dancing with amusement before you slipped it over your head. It was huge on you, and you laughed as you rolled up the sleeves and the hem, tucking it into the front of your jeans.

“How does it look?”

He growled quietly, pulling your body into his. “Like I want to hear you scream my name while you wear nothing but the jersey.”

Your eyes widened, biting your lip.

Before Azriel could get any further into his fantasies though, Cassian sauntered up to the two of you, smiling.

“Hey, it’s my brother, the captain of the champions!” you grinned, bounding up to him and giving him a hug.

Cassian grinned, wrapping his arms around you.

“Look,” he said, leveling you both with a serious expression as you pulled away and went back to Azriel’s side. “I love you both, and I’m happy for you, so I’m not going to hold a grudge. It must be the real thing if Az just blew off the trophy like it was nothing,” Cassian smirked at Azriel. “But don’t lie to me ever again,” he said.

“We won’t,” you cut in quickly, looking at Cassian with pleading eyes. “We’re so sorry, Cass.”

“I know you are,” Cassian said. “Now, let’s go celebrate, shall we?”

Azriel guided you through the huge party long into the night, not taking his hand off you for a moment, showing the whole world who his heart belonged to.

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simjaexy · 9 months ago

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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙔𝙤𝙪 | 𝙇.𝙃.

Pairing ⇀ Popular Boy! Lee Heeseung x Fem! Reader

Synopsis ⇀ Heeseungs the star quarterback, leading the football team to victory every season. With his natural charisma and leadership skills, Heeseung is adored by fans and respected by teammates. Off the field, he's be known for his genuine kindness and approachable flirty nature, but that comes crashing down when you don’t acknowledge him.

Genre: Smut

Warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!, Breeding Kink, Choking, Mean Dom! Heeseung x Sub! Reader, Rough Sex, Semi Public Sex, Grinding, Making Out, Crying

A/n ⇀ This is part 4 of Wanting You Series. Sorry for the long wait!! This is the last one! Lmk if you enjoyed the series. ^^

Masterlist here

Heeseung was used to turning heads wherever he went. With his striking looks and effortless charm, he had become the heartthrob of the campus.

Girls would giggle and whisper whenever he walked by, and he couldn’t go anywhere without someone trying to catch his eye.

Yet, despite all the attention, there was one person who seemed completely indifferent to his presence – you.

He first noticed you at the campus café. You were always there, sitting in the same corner, completely absorbed in a book. Your hair would fall slightly over your face as you read, and you’d occasionally bite your lip in concentration.

Heeseung found it endearing, and for the first time, he felt a pull towards someone who wasn’t actively seeking his attention.

So when Jake talked about a sudden challenge he wanted to do, who was Heeseung to say no to a little fun?

It all started on a Friday evening, the dorm was unusually quiet which was odd considering how lively Heeseung, Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon were. They all sat around Jays living room, each lost in their thoughts. It was Jake who broke the silence.

"Guys, I have an idea," Jake said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Let's make a bet."

Jay raised an eyebrow. "A bet? What kind of bet?"

Jake leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial voice, "Let's see who can get a girl attention the fastest.

Heeseung chuckled. "And how exactly are we supposed to do that?"

Jake grinned, “Simple. Get a girl we had our eyes on for a while and try to get her attention. The loser has to do everyone's chores for a week."

Sunghoon smirked, "You're on. But don't blame me when I win."

“What girl had you had your eyes on?” Jay asked Jake. Jake shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t know.

“There is this one girl, she likes books from what I’ve seen.” He replied.

They all went silent for a moment, “Me too. I don’t know her name but I’ve seen her always sticking her nose in a book.” Sunghoon said.

“Are you guys talking about Y/n? Always roaming around with a book, don’t really talk to people.” Jay muttered. They looked over at Jay.

“Woah wait you know her?” Jake said.

“No, but I’ve seen her more than once. I only know her name because she was on the board for rankings in the library.” He deadpanned.

“I didn’t know you look at those.” Heeseung spoke. Jay just shrugged.

“Well then it’s settled. L/n Y/n.” Jake beamed. Heeseung didn’t care what they did.

But he couldn’t deny that you’re pretty.

Now that it was Heeseungs turn he was somewhat calm about it. It wasn’t his first time talking to a girl, so it’ll be pretty easy getting your attention.

Heeseung stood at the center of the football field, the roar of the crowd reverberating through the stadium.

As the star quarterback, he had led his team to victory season after season, his natural charisma and leadership skills making him a legend in campus.

He was popular, adored by fans and respected by teammates. His face was plastered on posters for their high school and his name chanted by thousands.

Yet, despite all the adulation, Heeseung remained grounded, known off the field for his genuine kindness and approachable, flirty nature.

You were unlike anyone Heeseung had ever encountered. While others vied for his attention, you seemed indifferent, almost oblivious to his charm.

It was as if his star power had no effect on you, and that intrigued him. Heeseung found himself drawn to you, wanting to understand why you didn't acknowledge him like everyone else did.

It was another simple day but this time it was a bit different. This time Heeseung actually had to find ways to make you like him.

With his friends already finishing their parts, he had to make this one memorable for you. He noticed you walking with Jay again, both of you laughing at a joke he said.

Heeseung won’t lie and say it didn’t make him upset seeing how close Jay was already with you.

He also noticed Jake’s been more distant with Sunghoon than usual, both of them giving each other the cold shoulder.

As much as he wanted to question, he knew he didn’t have time. Seeing Jay drop you off to your class irked Heeseung to ask Jay a question.

So, he walked towards Jay who was walking towards him too, “Hey Heeseung.” Jay said. Heeseung gave him a smile.

“Hey Jay, quick question. Why are you walking Y/n to her class? You know it’s my turn right?” He responded. Jay gave him a look.

“Yeah, but she’s been feeling out of it you know.” Jay commented.

Heeseung scoffed, “Then how am I supposed have a turn?”

“I’m not saying you don’t have too, I’m just saying just go easy on her. Jake and Sunghoon had some fight over her or something.” Jay muttered the last sentence.

Heeseung grinned, “It’s okay. I’ll go way easier on her than them. Trust me.”

Jay didn’t questioned Heeseung, instead he nodded and walked past him. Heeseung hummed while watching Jay walk away.

Since when did Jay have a soft spot for someone?

One thing Heeseung knew about you was that you were in newspaper class. Which meant he had a chance to talk to you.

He’s seen you snap photos of players at practice, so that’s when he’ll slip his chance.

At first, he tried to win you over with his usual tactics. He would flash his brightest smile, offer his kindest words, and even show off his football skills in front of you.

But nothing seemed to work. You remained unfazed, treating him just like any other person.

This only fueled Heeseung's determination. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted your attention.

On a crisp afternoon, after another victorious game, Heeseung decided to confront you directly. He knew he told Jay that he would go easy on you, but damn did you make him mad that you didn’t give him attention.

He found you sitting at the usual cafe you go too. With a mix of curiosity and frustration, he approached you. "Hey," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation, "You’re Y/n right? The photographer for our sport team?"

You looked up from your papers, “Yeah? That’s me.”

He sat down in front of you, ignoring the fact that you probably wanted to be alone at the moment.

“Is it okay if I can see the photos? I’m a bit picky with mine.” He joked. You didn’t know what to say. He never talked to you about his photos.

Overhearing him once saying that he looks good in any photos to his teammates, he wasn’t lying.

“Why all of a sudden? I mean not that I won’t show you, but you usually don’t care.” You mumbled.

Heeseung smirked, “For a quiet person you sure ask a lot of questions?”

You mentally rolled your eyes and took out your camera. Clicking on buttons to show photos of him.

You showed him photos of himself, he scooted closer to you, examining them.

With him this close you could smell his cologne, a fresh innocent smell mixed with a spicy scent, it smelt comforting.

You didn’t notice that Heeseung was clicking buttons on your camera and grinning to himself.

You stared at him confused before looking down to your camera.

There, in bold letters was Heeseungs name and an album full of his photos. Off and on field. There was no other names besides his.

You snatched the camera away from him, embarrassed, “W-Wait I can explain that-“

Heeseung pushed a strand of you hair back, “I think it explained enough. You seem to like my face huh?” He teased. His voice irked you to bite back, but nothing came out.

Instead you lowered your head in embarrassment.

The truth is you’ve noticed Heeseung for a while now. Yeah you’ve ignored him, but that doesn’t mean you don’t notice him.

You’ve always liked how he was with students and teachers. With him playing football made you have a better chance on talking to him, but never had a chance because you were scared.

Heeseung noticed that you were silent, maybe he went too far? He lowered his head to look at your facial expression.

Your face was still beat red, Heeseung wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t look cute when you’re embarrassed.

“Can I be honest?” Heeseung whispered. You felt his breath on your face, you averted your gaze to him.

“I’ve always thought you were cute when you took photos. A quiet person isn’t really my type, but for you I’d make an acceptation.” He said. Before you could reply you felt a pair of lips pressing against yours.

You gasped and held onto his sweater. He cupped your face, deepening the kiss. You felt his tongue swiping on your lips causing you to snap back to reality.

You pushed him off, gasping for air you grab your camera and stacked your papers.

Rushing, you grabbed your bag, stumbling when getting out of the chair and leaving Heeseung alone in the quiet cafe.

Heeseung watched you scramble away, instead chuckling to himself. Your cherry lipgloss stuck on his lips, he licked them out of habit. You’ll realize soon that he’s better than his friends.

“Is something on your mind?” Jay asked. You both were currently studying together in the library. He insisted on going since you seemed stressed.

While working though, you couldn’t stop thinking about Heeseung, his soft lips on yours made you feel some type of way.

“Uh no I’m fine. Just thinking of something random.” You replied. Jay didn’t believe you, but didn’t question you any further.

He was hoping it wasn’t Jake or Sunghoon, mostly Heeseung. He knew that Heeseung already started his game with you, talking about it to Sunghoon who seemed intrigued.

And since he’s in the bet he has a feeling Heeseung is the problem with your thinking.

You and Jay got close after that incident between you two, he seemed like he wasn’t looking for a whole relationship. It just simply seemed that he wanted to help you get your mind off Jake and Sunghoon.

Although you didn’t know that he didn’t mind being in a relationship with you.

Practice went by faster than Heeseung planned, but he wasn’t complaining. He was though, upset that he did pretty bad in practice.

He took off his gear and put them in his locker. His teammates already left a bit early. Heeseung stayed back to talk with his coach about the upcoming game, but he just shook him off instead.

While taking off his shirt a sudden bang was heard in the locker room. He looked around confused. No one should be in here at this time.

He went to where the noise was and was surprised to see you.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asked. You had a hand on your arm in pain. Heeseung eyebrows furrowed before grabbing your arm revealing blood.

“Shit you’re bleeding. What’d you do?” He said. He picked you up and took you to his locker, taking out an aid kit.

He wrapped a bandage around your arm, your hisses coming here and there.

“Sorry. Your coach told me to tell you that he’ll answer your question tomorrow morning. He just happened to see me leaving the library, thought we both knew each other.” You muttered.

Heeseung didn’t say anything. He out the aid kit back in his locker, shutting it.

“Of course he sent someone to tell me.” He grumbled. You noticed he looked upset and stood up.

“W-Well I should get going. Sorry for the intru-“ You stopped talking when you finally noticed he was shirtless.

You blushed and looked away. Heeseung looked down and forgot he was shirtless.

“Shit sorry, I forgot.” He chuckled. He grabbed a shirt from behind you, putting it on.

You cleared your throat nervously, “Okay. Goodbye Heeseung.” You stated.

You turned around and headed to the door when all of a sudden a hand made contact with the door, slamming it shut.

You gasped when you felt a hand turn your around. Heeseung cupped your face, examining your red face.

“Why do you always get nervous around me Y/n. Is it because you like me?” He whispered the last part in your ear.

What you didn’t expect was for him to smash his lips into yours. You let out a sigh, missing the feelings of his lips on yours.

He slowly lowered his hand to your cloth core, slowly rubbing it in circular motions, you bucked your hips.

Fuck it, Heeseung thought. He was furious with his coach and upset with practice. He mind as well put it on you.

You moaned into the kiss and slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, he slipped his tongue inside and picked you up.

He took you to the benches in the middle of the room. He softly set you down and kissed your jaw.

You breathed out a sigh when he played with your hard nipples through your bra. He unclipped your bra from behind and took it off, your hard nipples were seen through your loose shirt.

He smirked when he prodded on your wet shorts.

“Well aren’t you soaking.” He teased. You whined and bucked your hips, feeling his hard cloth dick rubbing against you.

He gripped your neck and growled, “I didn’t fucking tell you to move.”

You whimpered in pain, staying still. He hummed in content, “Good girl.”

He took off his shorts, but not his boxers. He then took off your shorts with you lifting up your hips, but not your underwear.

Instead he pulled you down right on his dick making you moan loud. He began grinding, groaning with the way your wetness leaked through your underwear.

You felt pleasure course through your body, he wasn’t even inside and yet you feel like you were gonna cum just from this.

You whined when he pulled away, he lift up your shirt, your tits jiggling when released. He sucked on them like a hungry man making your cry out.

He then kissed you harshly and finally took off your sticky underwear. Throwing them wherever.

He rubbed your folds harshly causing you to arch your back. The roughness making your bud hurt.

You try to push his hand away, but he slapped your hand and gripped your neck again.

He took off his boxers with his other hand and finally put his dick in. You let out a silent scream feeling him fill you up.

He bit his lip from your tightness, “There’s no way they didn’t fuck this tight pussy.”

You whimpered when he started moving at a fast pace. The sound of loud skin slapping with Heeseungs balls making contact with your ass.

You let out raspy moans when he lifted your legs up.

“So fucking wet, my god.” he moaned. You threw your head back, nodding at his dirty words.

You suddenly felt that orgasm you needed coming to you, you felt tears in your eyes and stared at Heeseung.

“I-I’m gonna cum Heeseung.” You breathed out. He lowered his face to yours, his face glistening with sweat.

“Gonna cum so soon? This pussy really needed dick huh?” He chuckled. You mewled when he fondled with one of your breast, “Gonna fucking breed this pussy like it’s mine.”

His words his you right where you needed, arching your back as you came on his now even wetter dick.

The squelching noise making you dizzy. He cursed and shut his eyes tightly, feeling his orgasm cumming.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, lowering him, “Cum on my chest, please.” You gasped.

He took out his dick, stroking it over your chest, you gripped your tits roughly, moaning.

That was all he needed to see before his cum spurted all over your chest, some on your face.

You both gasped for air, the locker room hot and dry. He grabbed a towel from his locker and wiped you off. He then wiped himself off.

“Sorry for going rough.” He said. You giggled and out your clothes on.

“You’re lucky I liked it.” You smiled. Heeseung laughed. After you guys got done you both left the locker room.

“Let me drive you home.” Heeseung spoke. You nodded and went to his car.

As you both were in the car, Heeseung suddenly thought of something.

“If you don’t mind me asking, but do you have some unfinished business with Jake?” He suddenly asked. You felt yourself stop breathing. Did all of them know?

You turned over at him, “What do you mean?”

“I saw you, Jay, and Jake talking. Jake seemed pretty stressed. And then I saw you and Jay go upstairs.” He began, “Me and Sunghoon just didn’t wanna interfere in that moment.”

You were speechless. They all knew. You gulped and looked up front, “I-I don’t think I can talk to him. Not after everything.”

Heeseung put his hand on your thigh, “You don’t have too, but I know that Jake likes you. I mean don’t get me wrong, we all do, but we know who you’ll choose at the end.”

You stared at Heeseung. They all had different impacts on you, but you knew that you’d choose Jake also.

So you simply nodded your head, and that was all Heeseung needed to know before starting his car and driving to Jake’s.

The minute you guys made it there you took off your seatbelt and opened the door. Before you left your turned to Heeseung.

“Tell Jay and Sunghoon that I’m sorry. I’m also sorry to you too.” You said. Your voice filled with guilt.

Instead of feeling sad, Heeseung just shook his head in understanding, “Take care of each other yeah?” He said. You smiled and shut the door.

You went up to Jake’s door, feeling nervous and anxious. You rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door.

You heard footsteps coming towards the door and finally opened revealing Jake.

His eyes widened in shocked, “Y/n? What are you-“

You didn’t let him finish his sentence and kissed him right there on the spot. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you back.

You broke the kiss, “I love you Jake.”

Jake stared in awe before smiling, “I love you too Y/n. I’m sorry I treated you the way I did. I can explain-“

“Explain later. Right now I just wanna be with you.” You said. He pulled your wrist softly in the house.

You were happy with your choice, you always knew that you wanted Jake.

Bonus

Jake: Get ready to be my maids for a week.

Jay: Damn I thought I was gonna win.

Sunghoon: You still didn’t apologize for punching me so no.

Heeseung: Wait Sunghoon got punched LMFAO-

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intoblonde6ftwbbplayers · 15 days ago

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Stupid Interview

no use of y/n bc im sick of it atp || obvs this isn't a real actress||

pairing; Paige Bueckers x famous actress reader

warnings; none that I can think of there might be brain rot but its used jokingly (im chronically online with the humor of a middle schooler)

summary; Josephine Carter does an interview on the tonight show where she reveals her passion for watching upon wbb and how she thinks Paige Bueckers is attractive.

You're currently backstage waiting to come out as Jimmy Fallon is introducing you. You've been acting since you were little, mainly smaller roles when younger but the second you graduated high school and turned 18 you went into it full time. You went to college but opted for online with your busy schedule.

It wasn't overnight but you got good role in a movie over a year ago and since then producers have been knocking down your door asking you to be in their next movie. It's honestly a dream come true being able to do what you love and have people praise you for it.

And 1 year and 3 movies later you are now pretty well known you've been told. Think like Glen Powell and how everyone knows him now but they didn't really before top gun. That's what people are saying happened with you as well. And this is the first interview you've done in months that hasn't been press for a movie and you're excited.

"The talented and beautiful actress Josephine Carter!" He says enthusiastically to the crowd who starts cheering at the sound of your name and even louder once you step out onto the stage.

You hug jimmy and sit down.

"So Josephine you've really been busy this past year and I mean really because you just wrapped filming a movie which makes that your third appearance on our screens this year which is just unbelievable" Jimmy says in awe.

"woah when you put it like that it does sound a little crazy. Im honestly so grateful that I have been able to work so much recently and each project ive done has been so amazing and I really just poured my soul into each role and am really proud of all of it"

"Yeah it's incredible what you've produced for us both on and off screen as you have been seeing giving back to the community a lot as well as getting your degree. I mean wow you're just on fire lately"

"Oh god yeah honestly I've always liked school and im graduating in May and I feel good and Im proud of everything ive achieved right now. Im just ready for what comes next"

"Speaking of what comes next what is award winning actress Josephine Carter going to do this next month? We know you start filming yet another movie in April but what about March? Any plans?"

"Not that I can- Oh! Yes! Actually big plans. Im watching march madness. Anyone who knows me knows that im invested and I have been for a while now so that's my entire month right there" you say laughing as the end

"March Madness that's a little unexpected? Mens or Women's?"

"Women's of course. And I dont know, ive been watching since Sophomore year of high school and right now this year im particularly invested" you say laughing at the way you know your friends have had to listen to you talk about Paige Bueckers and how she deserves to win countless times by now.

"what's peaked your interest this year that makes it so special?" jimmy asked genuinely curious along with the audience who is waiting for your answer.

"Well you've hears of Paige Bueckers. I mean her story and the entire uconn teams story these past 5 years have just been so heartbreaking as well as inspirational and everything they've overcome together and especially her. I just genuinely think that not only the team has the talent and commitment to win but that they all deserve this one that they truly should win and it would just be the perfect storybook ending if they do. Oh god that was such a yap attack im sorry. my friends say I can get pretty passionate when talking about this" you say blushing hard from embarrassment of rambling.

"No that was very interesting and I think we can all tell you aren't just a casual watcher which makes it all the better. Do you plan on going in person? Supporting Uconn?"

"I dont think so. I mean ill be checking tickets but I dont know it might be too late to get tickets but I will be watching every game no matter what"

the interview goes on and you and jimmy have good banter back and forth. You mention Paige a couple of times while talking about UConn of course as well as answering some questions about your upcoming movie as well as how you school life has been especially not that your done soon.

"Alright Josephine last question of the night... Who is your favorite uconn player and why?"

"Oh god" you say putting your hands on your face to cover you blush

"right ill be honest since I doubt they know who I am or that they'll see this but uh... Paige Bueckers and the why, I mean ive seen clips of her and read the articles, she seems like a good person and you can tell its genuine.. but also have you seen how attractive she is?" you say smiling and blushing HARD.

"I mean she's 6'0 with the bluest eyes and she's just so beautiful how is she not everyone favorite?" you say blushing even harder but laughing just as hard at your own bluntness.

"I cant believe I just said that. Cut that out!" you say to jimmy and turning to look at the producers.

"Well Josephine this is live sorry to say but as always it was a pleasure having you as well as learning about your little crush. Josephine Carter everybody!" jimmy says hugging you goodbye before you walk off.

You reach backstage before it hits you that you just admitted to the entire world that you think Paige Bueckers is fine. No big deal right? How much can you guys fans really overlap? Maybe this interview won't do well you think to yourself.

NEXT DAY*

The end clip of the interview of you detailing exactly just how pretty you think Paige Bueckers is has gone viral. Your entire FYP and probably everyone else's shows different clips of you smiling like an idiot while talking about her and you just want to live in the ignorance of thinking that Paige hasn't seen it even though there's no way thats possible at this point 7.5 million views later in just under 20 hours.

You might be fucked but ignorance is bliss and thats how you're choosing to handle this.

then you get an alert on instagram, Kk Arnold is going live. of course you click on it always enjoying watching them when you catch their lives.

You join and its just Kk talking to someone off camera telling them to come sit down since the live started. Paige comes to sit down and your heart drops when you look at the comments.

'PAIGE PAIGE DID YOU SEE THE INTERVIEW'

'Josephine Carter thinks you're fine!'

'PAGIE GO WATCH THE TONIGHT SHOW INTERVIEW'

'Paige you should dm josephine'

'Paige did you see what Josephine Carter said about you??'

Kk and Paige read the comments but not out loud. God could this get any more embracing?

You got a pop up on the screen telling to request to join. You always click no you've never requested before and you weren't gonna start now you thought to yourself.

But as fate would have it your dog wanted attention at the exact wrong moment and moves your hand causing you to click request to join instead of the 'x' in the corner and managed to knock your phone onto the floor making you not notice.

You reach down to grab your phone only to come back and see Paige is blushing HARD at Kk's phone and Kk has the biggest most evil smirk on her face. You wonder what possibly could have caused this but then a second later your face appears on screen next to them on the live.

oh shit.

"Are you the real Josephine Carter?" Kk speaks first

"oh um yeah I am. Sorry about the request I didn't mean to but my dog made my phone slip and stuff." you say laughing at yourself awkwardly

"Oh hey you're totally fine im glad you did actually because P Boogers over here has been going crazy that her favorite actress knows who she is"

You laugh at that "why wouldn't I? you guys are famous"

"We're famous? Girl boo I guess we kinda are but anyway we seen the interview or at least the TikTok clips of it. You into Paige or what?" she says very excitedly with the biggest smile

"Woah there Kk Im sorry about her. But I saw the interview. You really know who I am huh?" Paige says cockily

"alright alright I do but I mean everyone on this live knows who you are and agrees with me on what I said in that stupid interview. And I can sleep happily tonight know thing there's new clips for edits tomorrow" you say the last part half jokingly but you know you'll end up getting them on your fyp tomorrow.

"You're a fan of the edits? good to know" Paige says

"stop acting like I didn't tell the whole world you're fine shyt yesterday"

kk and Paige burst out laughing at this and you cant help but feel proud that you made her laugh.

"Don't worry Josephine your little rant on Paige last night could not compare to this video we all have of her talking about you." Paige at this comment tried to cover her friends mouth in attempt to get her to stop but Kk wasn't having it prying Paiges hand off her to continue.

"yeah she had us go see your new movie 3 months ago and we got back to her apartment and she would not shut up about how beautiful you are and how your acting is so good and everything about you. so trust she's just as obsessed or even more"

"No bro don't listen to her she's lying" Paige tries to defend but its no use as you know people have already clipped it and Paiges smile and bright pink cheeks have you believe Kk over her.

"Mmmm I think I believe Kk. but I am very flattered Paige it's always a pleasure to know someone likes my movies" you say trying to act nonchalant but failing

"okay so boom! like you have to come to one of the tournament games girly pop!"

"I'll look but there's probably no good tickets left. Il'l let you guys know if I decide to go though!" suddenly your dog comes and jumps onto your bed to howl in your face begging for attention.

"is that your dog?" Paige asks

"yeah she just wants some attention right now. I swear she hates it when i'm on my phone." you say laughing slightly and turning the camera to show your dog laying on her back with you scratching her belly.

"Wait you have a husky?!" Kk and Paige ask at the same time

"yeah I do! her name is nova" before they can reply nova gets up and walks to the front door begging to be let out for a walk you know you should have taken her on 20 minutes ago.

"alright guys thank you for having me but I gotta take her on a walk! It was great talking to you and I'll let you know if I go watch. bye everybody!" you say as you click off the live but before you close the app you follow both of them on instagram.

@paigebueckers started following you!

@kamoreaarnold started following you!

paigebueckers sent you a message!

your heart skips a beat. Maybe you'll try a little harder in your search for tickets.

thanks for reading lovelies part 2?

request are open lmk thoughts or any ideas in the comments

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amaya-writes · 2 years ago

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Can I request headcanons with L, Light and Mello with a s/o who's a genius (like them) but acts stupid (like bimbo-ish) just to annoy people?

Notes: I'm SO sorry I took forever to get this out!

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: L, Light, Mello

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Finds you intriguing.

You're like a puzzle to him. He wants to figure out your motives and understand why anyone would willingly act this way.

It doesn't take him long to understand you're smarter than you let on, however, your reasoning puzzles L a lot.

If you met him during the events of Death Note he immediately decides you're an asset and takes you to his side. You're like the Misa to his Light.

Your job would be to survey Misa, work in the same places as her, join her on any jobs. Since you're good at faking your bimbo personality you easily get along well with her.

At first Light even falls for the guise but with time he realises you're smarter than you look.

Even after Light understands your true personality L still keeps you around to help out. He often takes you with him when he's stalking surveying people and would even ask your opinions on the situation.

At first he used to find you annoying and his opinion of you was very similar to his opinion of Misa. However, with time L starts to find your interactions with others sort of amusing.

He sees your personality as a game, but outside of the Kira case he doesn't really interact with you.

To him, you're just another factor in the case.

Light

Hates it.

Unlike L, Light takes slightly longer to catch on to your personality.

You meet through Misa since you are friends with her. At first, Light presumes you're just like the other girls Misa works with but as time goes on he realises your true potential.

He only gets interested in you once you confess you think he's Kira.

Light's first instinct is to kill you but he refrains from doing so since he thinks he could use you. To him, you're just another pawn he can control to win against L.

L might have some semblance of a bond with you but Light only sees you as an object for his schemes. If he feels that you won't be easily manipulated then he doesn't bother associating with you since you are no use to him.

However, if you are easily swayed his way then Light uses you as an unsuspecting source for information.

With L and the rest of the team constantly hovering over his shoulder Light needed someone on the outside to help him execute his schemes.

Over time he comes to appreciate your wit as it makes it easier to carry out his plans. However, he still expects you to listen to him and hates when you get too creative.

He sometimes wishes you were the one with the Death Note instead of Misa because that would make everything happen so much more smoothly.

He expects you to have your regular personality when interacting with him. If you act like a bimbo when it's just the two of you he gets visibly annoyed.

While you are a genius like him you don't posses the almost inhumane lack of empathy Light is known for, which is why you don't realise the bond you share with him is purely that of a master and his pawn.

Mello

A mixture of the two.

Like L, he finds it weird that you would want to act like a bimbo especially since being a genius is something he always strived for growing up.

To him it's almost like you don't value the skillset his entire life revolves around.

However, he also sees the value in your mannerisms.

Unlike Near, Mello chose to associate himself with the mafia, that meant he needed trustworthy allies who he could rely on to get the work done.

At first he sees you as just another one of the bimbos his men would use as flings and then discard of, but after a few days he realises your true intentions.

You played the role of the innocent girl hopelessly in love with a mafia man yet in reality were using them for your fulfillment. (This can be anything from stealing from the guy you were with to leveraging his connections to complete some personal vendetta.)

Once Mello realises your true persona his first instinct is to get rid of you.

There is only space for one genius in his circle and he can't risk being potentially overthrown.

However, you make him see the value in having you around.

With time, you, Mello, and Matt become a team of sorts. You become a trio known for controlling the mafia groups.

Most people simply presumed you were Mello's bimbo girlfriend he kept around for eye-candy, which made it easy for him to use you to get what he needed.

However, unlike Light, Mello knows the value of having reliable allies (like Matt). He never really places his full trust in you, but with time Mello comes to appreciate you.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years ago

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Not A Verstappen: Sibling Rivalry {1}

Pairing: F1 drivers (platonic) x fem!reader Summary: A little crack!fic as a driver!reader who is Max's little half-sister. Warnings: 18+ only, lots of bad language, protective big brother, sibling antics, daddy issues. WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three

There was nothing that irked you more than being called a Verstappen. Yes, you were Max’s sister, but that was where the relationship with the name ended. Your sperm donor, as you publicly referred to Jos, had never been a part of your life and that was one blessing you were thankful for.

Somehow the bastard's genetics had won and that stupid racer’s blood ran in your veins. You liked to go fast. Your mother said that you could run before you could walk and the same went for driving. At 17 years old you had your super licence before your drivers licence, making it legal to drive at 200 mph around a circuit with insane corners but not 30 mph on the street.

Something about that seemed…odd.

It was worth it in the end. You could still remember the look on Jos’ face when you signed for Alpha Tauri. Oh, how the bastard had tried to credit himself with your achievement. But there were more similarities that you shared with your half sibling than you were willing to admit. One of those shared traits was brutal honesty. And you had let your honest thoughts fly when Jos opened his mouth.

Three years later the sperm donor was still bitter. He would surely have to get used to it, especially since you had just been named as a Red Bull driver, alongside Max.

Round One - Bahrain 2022 “This is a historical first, siblings racing together on the same team,” Ted Kravitz said as he walked along the pit, stopping outside Red Bull’s garage. “The two Verstappen's will be fighting each other for the Driver Championship, once again, while simultaneously working together to win the Constructors Championship. A very, very exciting season ahead I can already tell.”

You had been pulling your helmet on, about to climb into the RB18 when you heard the comment. The short temper you were well known for flared and you sauntered into the pit lane. “Hey, Ted Crapitz,” you called out as he stood writing in that little notepad of his.

He looked up a little stunned and his eyes darted at the camera that was always following him around. “It’s, uh, Kravitz.”

“Oh, my apologies, I thought it was just normal to make up offensive surnames. No?” you asked as you arched an eyebrow at him. “Because Verstappen isn’t mine, so don’t ever call me that again.”

“S-sorry, my mistake,” he stammered, but you were already shoving your helmet on and grabbing the halo to climb into your car. “A bit of a slap on the wrist for me there.”

You had no doubt that the video would go viral and the comments would call you a bitch but you didn’t care. Jos was a piece of shit and your mother didn’t raise you all on her own, working two jobs to pay for your karting years, just for you to be called a fucking Verstappen.

There was no better feeling than pulling out of the garage and heading to the track. The finely tuned car purred beneath you and you could feel the restrained power of it just waiting for you to pass the pit marker so you could push the throttle and free the beast you had worked hard to control.

“Radio check,” your engineer, Nicholas, ordered through the headset.

“Tell big bro to keep his mouth closed during the race. It can’t be healthy to eat my dust.”

“Understood.”

The jeroboam size bottle of Ferrari Trento looked enormous in your hands as you shook it up and sprayed Charles and Carlos back after drenching you first. You may have been on the bottom step of the podium but you celebrated as if you had taken 1st place. Turning the bottle on the crowd, you spotted Max at the front with a wide grin on his face as he cheered with the rest of Red Bull.

It was a little disappointing that he had DNF’d but there was always next week to battle it out again. In the meantime you enjoyed the adrenaline of the podium finish and the image of Jos standing to the side with a face like a slapped ass. It was a feeling you could definitely get used to.

Round Eleven - Great Britain 2022 The leaderboard changed almost every week, flipping like hotcakes between you and Max. It was labelled as sibling rivalry, and for once the media got it right. Though you hadn’t grown up with Max there was an innate need to know who was better, who could push the limits harder and who could get away with it. Some weeks it was you, some weeks it wasn’t. It was all part of the fun.

Fun. Now that was something that came in spades. The camaraderie that came with the competitiveness was always something you enjoyed moving up from F3 and F2 before reaching F1. With only 19 other people sharing the same experience with you, it was impossible not to grow close to them.

“Can you let Max in front today?” Lando asked as you walked along the grid. “Please?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because he’d rather look at your ass than Max’s, if he can hold third place.” You turned to the other McLaren driver to see a grin splitting the Australian’s face.

“Aww, Lando, the real English gentleman,” you tutted sarcastically as you pulled your balaclava off your shoulder and snickered when it slapped Lando across the back of his head.

“Unnecessary violence, Spitfire,” he gasped before muttering under his breath, “I know who you get that from.”

A growl pulled back your lips and you punched him none too softly in the bicep, which was a double edged sword because it was far harder than you were expecting and you felt the hit in your knuckles.

“Oh, Lando, Lando, Lando,” Daniel chuckled as he walked off to his car. “When are you going to learn?”

“You know the car goes faster with less weight,” Lando said as he rubbed his arm.

“Yeah, so?”

He shrugged sheepishly. “All that baggage you carry is weighing you down.”

“Well, that’s just stupid, metaphors weigh nothing...” You pulled your balaclava over your face as you walked from the second row to the front where the two Red Bulls were parked side by side.

“Hey Lan,” you called out as you turned back with the urge to lighten the mood after he had looked crestfallen. “Don’t get too excited when I warm up my tires, that’s not me shaking my ass for you.”

You could see the corners of his eyes wrinkle with a smile that was hidden by the balaclava he pulled on. “A lad can dream, Spitfire.”

You had earned the nickname of Spitfire from dog-fighting your way to the front of the pack and it was one you were proud of, it certainly beat being called a bitch day in and day out.

“Just keep it to your dreams, yeah? I’m already paying too much for therapy.”

“You can talk about your daddy issues later,” Max interrupted, tossing your helmet into your waiting hands. “Get in your car, zusje.”

You grinned to yourself as the formation lap began and you started weaving across the track to warm your tires. All Lando would be able to think about was your ass as the rear wing swayed side to side and the thought of made you laugh since you lived to torment the guys on and off the track.

“Radio check.”

“I can’t wait to show everyone the upgrades.”

“Understood.” There was a pause before Nicholas returned. “Uh, you weren’t scheduled for any upgrades.”

Your start was terrible as Max flew away at lights out and then you were nearly clipped in the first turn by Lando, the swerve you took to avoid a collision letting Charles slip straight past.

“DRS activated this lap.”

You passed the starting line on the heels of Charles, Lando close behind but not close enough to use DRS just yet. The Ferrari was quick but he was out of Max’s DRS range and your straight line speed was far superior, it was only a matter of time before you reached the first DRS zone and made your move to overtake.

“Did you just use indicators?”

You laughed as you hit the buttons on your console before pulling out of the slipstream, the rear wing opened to reduce the drag, and flew past the red car. You hit the new button the electrical engineer had rewired before pulling in front of Charles and laughed as you saw the replay on the big screens around the circuit.

“It’s only polite to indicate when overtaking. Have you never read the road code?”

“I’m more worried about the FIA regulations than the road code.”

“You worry too much, Christian can afford a little fine.”

“£150,000 for a laugh! Are you taking the mick outta me?”

You tried to keep a serious face as you faced Christian but one look at Max’s amusement had a smile cracking through.

“No, you don’t get to laugh about this,” Christian snapped, pulling your attention back to him. “You too, Max. It’s like having a couple of fucking children around here.”

“It was nothing to do with me,” Max argued. “I would never pull a stunt like that.”

“You have something on your nose,” you said as you pointed and he wiped at it. “Nope, still brown.”

His lip twitched before he snickered and playfully shoved your shoulder.

A heavy sigh of disappointment filled the private room in the motorhome and you both looked at Christian. “With Max winning last year we are going to be under even more scrutiny, and this sort of behaviour isn’t going to earn us any favours. Cut the shit out and pay the fucking fine.”

You started to open your mouth to point out the fine was charged to Red Bull not you but a sharp elbow from Max had you clamming your lips closed again.

“She’ll be better behaved,” Max promised with a glare that warned you to stay silent to save yourself from lying.

“Fine, get out there before the interviews are finished.”

You were never a fan of the post-race interviews but you left Christian’s office like it was lights out, racing ahead of Max to get to the media pit.

You skidded to a halt at the side of the stage and Charles patted the empty space between him and Lando just as Max arrived. The other space on the couch was at the end beside Lance and you looked at Max with narrowed eyes before making a break for the better seat. Lando had to jump aside as you slammed into the seat just before Max but it didn’t stop him from planting himself on top and you groaned at the weight.

“Second place again, Max Emillian,” you wheezed as you tried to push him off and looked at Charles. “A little help?”

“Sorry, there are universal rules: we can’t interfere with sibling rivalries,” he said with an apologetic smile.

“Arthur’s my favourite Leclerc.”

Max took full advantage while you were distracted, staring daggers at Charles, and shoved you aside to take the cushioned seat with a smarmy grin. “Remember, best behaviour,” he warned as he got comfortable and accepted the microphone handed to you.

He should have known that the challenge couldn’t go unanswered and so you stood up, but you weren’t admitting defeat. His smile fell when you sat down on Lando’s lap, much to everyone’s surprise.

“Hands off my sister, Norris,” Max quipped, but Lando’s hands were still in the air from where he froze, not knowing what to do with them or where to put them.

“This is quite comfy,” you noted as you wriggled around. “Maybe this can be my spot every week.”

“Fuck, fine,” Max growled as he stood up and walked down the line to sit with Lance. “Take the fucking seat.”

Charles laughed as you slipped into the seat and he held his fist out. “Everytime.”

You bumped his fist and smirked as the interviews finally got underway. “Every damn time.”

Click here for part two.

#crack!fic #Max Verstappen x reader #sibling!reader #platonic!reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x you #formula 1 fanfic #formula one imagine

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vaguely-concerned · 1 month ago

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listen I just... this path of harding's loyalty mission with this specific party. the disrupted self squad. the trauma has made me a stranger to myself Have You Seen Me I can't find my way back union. team fractured reality and I'm piecing it and myself back together as best I can (will you keep me company in the meantime?). the echoes and the implications. as above so below, as in you so in me, large cosmic scale to painfully small personal psychological scale. pain from the distant past still alive and snarling to be known in the now, and pain right now and ongoing but forgotten and unseen, supressed by means natural and unnatural (what's a little blood magic to help denial and dissociation along between frenemies huh solas). the extra meaning 'spite' takes on as a phrasing here (because it's all IN THERE this is all in the big text of the game!!! the themes echo back on themselves everywhere you listen for them!!!!). rook who once more doesn't even know that they don't KNOW they're also speaking to themselves as well as harding in this scene, to their own broken self and mind partially mirrored in someone they love (broken by the same perpetrator, even, in this case!!!!!!!!! hello solas once more), harding who doesn't quite know she's also speaking to them as well as to herself, to the dwarves, the titans, the world; everything and everyone that has ever been hurt, but whose stubborn kindness still has room for it all. (even for solas. hello again. we cannot escape you it seems mr dread wolf it's almost like you and your plethora of fuckery are thematically central or something (grudgingly affectionate).) even without perfect understanding of the full picture, the simple intention to be kind matters.

(forgive me for my sentimental nature and everpresent rookanis bias for a moment but ALSO lucanis looking over at rook Like That in this context, while those words are being spoken!!! spite's role in urging him towards escaping, living, thriving, instead of merely numbly surviving, and how it ties in with harding's revelation and decision here. and rook who opens doors and stays to walk through them with you, at the end being found and helped through a door of their own, and lucanis himself being one of the people to do that. do you. do you get me. I feel strange and wild.)

most of all harding just. saying the whole thing. summing the whole game up. 'we're different, but we're not gone. we will thrive -- in spite of you'. I was RIGHT about it all the way back in november actually and I should say it!!!!! the game is saying this on purpose. 'and then... everyone was there. and that's when I knew we'd be okay. that I'd... that I'd be okay'. my friend lace harding might be the only person who really gets it huh. and what a legacy for varric to leave behind in the narrative (and what a common da2 W, the little team that couldn't does it again better than anyone's ever done it by doing it the worst anyone's ever done it, hawke can't stop winning by always losing). no salvation but each other but my god that is plenty. my god. that is enough. once more

my head is in my hands I love this game desperately, it rewards really sitting with and taking in the themes so much. i'm so sorry for dropping a bunch of my own metas in there like that but I'm finding it so hard to say what I need to say all in one go, it's just -- it's so big! it's so much! I have so many thoughts to express about my unified theory of veilguard and only my poor battered neurons to do it with, please look upon me with clemency and, perhaps, forbearance. and it's so interesting that you can bring another companion along with rook and harding in this scene and have it mean just as much with slightly different nuances, have it resonate just as much with the overall meaning the game is trying to get across, because they're truly all tied in with each other that way; they're all part of a larger truth. you think it's one theme after another but the damn things overlap etc.

#dragon age #dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age: the veilguard spoilers #dragon age spoilers #lace harding #oc: Ellaryen Ingellvar #lucanis dellamorte #rook x lucanis #rookanis #dragon age meta #meta #long post #it is. *unbearable* that she'll be gone by the time the game is over. I don't know what to do with myself #she'll be gone and rye is going to do something she wouldn't even want. not in her name exactly but not NOT in her name either #her kindness enduring even after death is the only thing along with lucanis' voice on the other side that lets rye escape the regret prison #hello. hello. hello. help. eternal suffering #my wip is partially about lucanis and rye talking about her b/c it's so sad to me that lucanis doesn't really talk about her dying #I mean I can 100% believe that he *wouldn't* talk about her for a while because of who he is as a person and what his trauma responses are #but that's more headcanon and I'd like their friendship as seen in the coffee scene to get a bit more acknowledgement there #oh well in gamedev you have to pick your battles and you can FEEL how many battles were fought in this game already haha

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malk1ns · 4 months ago

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january 3 @ panthers, 3-2 S/O loss

sidney out here doing sidney things.

geno...is not so much doing geno things right now. he's still drawing up plays that make goals happen, because that tying goal doesn't happen without his vision and hockey IQ, but he's in a slump right now. i think i have the answer as to why!

previous soulbond installments: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

As the season wears on, Zhenya makes a decision when it comes to the bond.

The specialists dragging them into meetings every other day, the added scrutiny in a season where they’re already being watched, is fraying Sid at the seams. He still comes to Zhenya’s house in his spare time, but he’s distracted, spending too much time on his phone and spacing out on their conversations.

Zhenya knows why. Neither of them are scoring, and the only time they’re allowed on the ice together is when Sid ignores the call for a change on the power play and stays out for the full two minutes.

The strategy they’ve been forced to adopt isn’t working. Sid’s slowly losing his mind.

So Zhenya changes tacks, all on his own.

Normally when he’s not on the ice he’s only half-paying attention, especially if his line isn’t due out for a shift for a while. He’s always done better when he has time to check out from gameplay and center himself for a few seconds. Now, though, he leans forward and watches when the first line is out, tracking Sid on the ice and watching plays develop.

And he pushes.

It’s not cheating, Zhenya’s pretty sure. Even if it is, he’d like to see someone try and prove it.

Sid was always going to rebound. He’s too good to have a down-stretch that lasts more than a few weeks. Even now, in his 20th year in the league, he has more talent in one hand than the majority of players could ever hope to have.

If Zhenya helps out a little…well, that’s just being a good teammate.

He wasn’t quite prepared for the effect helping Sid out would have on his own play. It’s helping the team win though, or at least stay competitive in games where a few weeks ago they would have folded and gotten blown out. Zhenya can accept his own production suffering, can weather the media criticism and the whispers that he’s washed, if it helps Sid and the team.

He misses scoring real goals, though. Maybe he’ll get the balance figured out with more time; it would be nice to be able to help the top line and get a few goals of his own.

Slowly, Sid calms down. He settles into the team again, laughing with the guys and teasing the kids and getting his swagger back. Zhenya knows he made the right decision when Sid passes Mario for the franchise lead in assists, and Sid drags him into bed that night and proceeds to take him apart so thoroughly that Zhenya cried at one point.

Zhenya thinks he can go through a season like this, even if he doesn’t quite crack 20 goals, if it means he has Sid, and he has the team, and the team starts winning more.

He should have known Sid would figure it out.

He’s not sure what tipped Sid off against Florida. There was that shot on the wide-open net Zhenya missed, and there was the mess in overtime, where he almost had the game-winner and couldn’t even get off the ice.

Sid lets Zhenya linger after he changes, saying hi to his friends who drove up from Miami to watch the game, but once they’re back at the hotel, he follows Zhenya back to his room. Zhenya can feel how irritated he is.

“Before you start, let me put on pajamas,” Zhenya says as Sid shuts the door behind them, interrupting whatever Sid was about to start in with.

Sid deflates, but he nods, crossing his arms and watching as Zhenya digs in his bag for his sweatpants.

He smirks a little when he pulls his pants down and Sid’s interest spikes. He can’t be that mad, then.

“Oh, I am,” Sid answers out loud, and Zhenya sighs gustily as he tosses his suit into his bag and slouches to the bed. “G, what are you thinking? Did you really think I’d never notice that you’re…I don’t know, sacrificing yourself for my play? Did you think I’d want this?”

“No,” Zhenya snaps, rolling his eyes. “Of course I’m not think you’re want me play like shit, like, obviously. But it’s help, yes? We’re win more now, specialists leave us alone when you’re scoring, like, it’s good for team.” He stares Sid down. “I’m wrong? You can’t say, I know I’m right.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Sid explodes, pushing off from the wall and stalking towards the bed. “You’re fucking up your game to…I don’t even know what you’re doing. How the hell are you so good at playing with the bond, first there was that goal you grabbed from me a few months ago now this, and I can’t even…” He takes a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t do this, G, you have to stop.”

“Hmm, no,” Zhenya says, smiling when Sid’s eyes practically bug out of his head. “My choice, Sid. Okay, yes, it’s not so good for my game right now, but I practice, it gets better. It’s more important for your line to be best right now.” He holds up his hand before Sid can interrupt. “No, it’s true. You’re captain, like, guys look to you the most. When you’re play best, do crazy things like perfect pass, edgework, it’s make everyone want to try harder for you. Whole team gets…lift? Not sure how to say, but you’re example. It’s not the same if it’s me.”

Sid opens his mouth, but Zhenya can feel when he accepts what Zhenya’s saying as truth. “I still don’t like it,” he mutters, turning to his own bag and tugging out his sweatpants with an unnecessary amount of force. “This wouldn’t be happening if they’d just let us do what feels right. It’s stupid.”

“Yes,” Zhenya agrees, opening his arms so Sid can crawl into his embrace. “They very stupid, we’re say this many times. Can’t change it though, they’re here, they watch. Maybe soon they’re think we adjust like they want, they leave and we do our way, see what happens. But for now, we do this.”

Sid sighs. His thoughts are too fast for Zhenya to pick anything specific out, just a general feeling of unhappiness. “I still don’t like it,” he mutters. “It’s not fair to you. I hear what they’re saying.”

Zhenya shrugs. “They always say about me, every year. What’s new? Maybe you’re give me goal next game, like, shut them up for a while. Maybe I keep not doing media so much and they’re forget if they have fun goals to talk about with you. It doesn’t matter, though. More important that team comes together, like, try hardest every night.”

“I don’t like when you’re this reasonable,” Sid says, turning his head so he can wrinkle his nose up at Zhenya. “And, hey, if you’re so self-sacrificing, why didn’t you do anything during the shootout? We could have used a win tonight.”

Zhenya shakes his head solemnly, pulling a mournful face. “Can’t help your shootout, Sid,” he says. “It’s too late, like, you’re too far gone. So boring, don’t even try, I push and push and nothing. Hey!” He squawks, trying to twist away from where Sid’s digging his fingers into Zhenya’s side.

Their play-wrestling must be loud, because Kris in the room next door bangs on their shared wall after just a few minutes, before it even had a chance to turn into something a little more fun.

#sidgeno #hockey rpf #my writing #my fic #24-25 series #soulbond

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The Mayor - Chapter 37

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternate Universe: Mayor and Architect

Words: 1000

Masterlist

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Fifteen days later, Jules had joined me for two days, both at the firm and on a construction site. I showed him all aspects of the profession and gave him tasks to complete. He was completely engaged and thrilled by the experience. I adored this kid—cultured, open-minded, and with a great sense of humor.

While we were having lunch together, I asked him what it was like to be the son of a mayor and a political figure, and whether it ever felt burdensome.

"You know, even though she works a lot, she's always been there for us. But one thing's for sure—she's completely devoted to politics! It’s her drug!" he added, laughing. "And in the end, it has its perks for us—free tickets here, stadium passes there!"

He warmly thanked me for those two days by gifting me a box of chocolates before heading home that evening.

"Nice kid!" Alexia said, stealing one of the chocolates from my desk. "You and Lucy Bronze are getting pretty tight, huh?"

I looked up from my files.

"She asked for a favor, and I helped her out!"

Switching the topic, I asked, "By the way, Alexia, are we still good for the month and a half of vacation? I’m planning to take it in five months, in April!"

She raised her arms dramatically.

"Hallelujah, finally! It’s been almost two years since you’ve had a vacation! Take two months even. We’ll scale back on projects for that period, and with Raph joining, no problem!"

I smiled, grateful.

"Perfect, because I want to go far!"

"Oh yeah? Where to? With who?"

I bit my lower lip, cornered.

"Argentina!"

Lucy and I had already discussed the destination—she’d been dreaming of going there for ages. I was drawn to it too, having already visited Peru, and the choice had been an easy one.

"Awesome! With who?"

Of course, I wasn’t going to get off that easily.

"Uh... with Marie!"

Alexia raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah? So it’s serious, huh? When am I going to meet this girl? At least show me a picture!"

"Alexia, I’m not in high school anymore; I don’t carry pictures of my girlfriend in my wallet!"

"Sure, sure... You’re awfully secretive about her!"

I felt guilty for not sharing this part of my life, which was growing more significant by the day. I wanted to talk to her about it soon—I was just waiting for the right moment.

It was tough living in secrecy like this. I wasn’t used to it, having been open about my sexuality for so long. I wanted to introduce Lucy to my family and friends, put my arm around her in public, hold her hand at a restaurant...

But that wasn’t possible for now.

Sometimes, I slipped up. I forgot the unspoken rules, like when we were in the city instead of out of town where we could act more freely—though still discreetly. I’d once taken her hand in a downtown café, and she’d immediately tensed up, pulling it away.

I couldn’t wait for this election to be over so we could finally move forward. I wanted to love her freely.

That evening, I met Lucy at a restaurant. I quickly noticed that she seemed preoccupied.

"Everything okay, Lucy?"

"Yeah, sorry, Ona. Just some issues at City Hall with this whole Luc situation."

Luc Dupuy, her deputy, was supposed to succeed her. He’d suffered a heart attack the week before. Though he had survived without any lasting damage, he needed rest and to avoid stress—essentially the opposite of a municipal campaign. Lucy and her team had to find a replacement quickly.

"Have you decided on someone?"

"We’re choosing between two people, both of my council members. But they’re not very well-known..."

"They’ll build their reputation during the election. You were only 32 when you were first elected!"

She sighed.

"Yes, but we’ve done polling. I got the results tonight, and neither of them is certain to win against the Mojito King ! It’s much closer than it was with Luc."

She was referring to Philippe, a friend who led the opposition. She loathed him, and the feeling was mutual. I’d campaigned against him in the last election to support her.

"You know, I think he’d make a great mayor!" I teased.

Her expression darkened; clearly, she didn’t find the joke amusing.

I decided to change the subject, bringing up our upcoming vacation to lighten the mood.

"I’ve locked in my two months, so we’re free to book tickets anytime now. As early as we’d like!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Let’s sort it out next week, okay? Sorry, this week has been horrible! I can’t even go to the theater with you on Thursday!"

I pouted playfully before smiling at her.

"Meeting with my party members to make a decision and settle on a candidate. It’s late in the afternoon, but it’s going to drag on. And then I’ll have to manage the media fallout! It’s going to be intense!"

I discreetly placed my hand on her knee under the table.

"You’ve got this—you’ll handle it brilliantly!"

She smiled back at me.

"I hope so, Ona..."

That Friday morning, I arrived at the firm feeling a little tired. I’d ended up taking a friend to the theater, and we’d stayed out at a bar until after 1 a.m.

Lucy hadn’t been in touch all evening. We usually called or texted each other every night when we weren’t together. She must have gone to bed late, caught up in the aftermath of that important meeting.

Alexia burst into the office, holding coffees and a newspaper under her arm.

"Coffee for everyone!"

Her morning cheer was infectious. I took a coffee and was about to sit back down when she said,

"Look who’s on the front page of the regional paper—Madame Bronze!"

I grabbed the newspaper. I wasn’t surprised; she was often featured in it. There she was, smiling in the photo, surrounded by other officials, looking stunning as always.

Then my eyes caught the headline, and my blood ran cold.

Lucy Bronze: Ready for Another Round!

And in the subhead:

Running for a Third Term.

The newspaper slipped from my hands and fell to the floor.

#woso #lucy bronze #woso community #ona batlle #barca femeni #woso soccer #lionesses #sefutbol fem #ona batlle x lucy bronze

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ssivinee · 2 years ago

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✧Kryptonite✧

1MILLION! Shin Soobin, aka Redy x BEBE! F Reader: Falling in love can be the most beautiful feeling, but what comes after can be a challenging journey. Were you ready to take the risk of opening your heart once more to the woman who had once shattered it?

Word Count: 2.6k

Note: ITS LATE BUT OH WELL. a tiny bit angstyyyy... just a tad bit. also first redy fic wooooo🥳.

Character Vision Board

Participating in Street Woman Fighter 2 represented one of the highest points in your dancing journey. Nevertheless, the path to get here was filled with hardships. As you were seated on Team Bebe's bench, her persistent presence served as a vivid reminder of the difficulties you had faced. Redy Shin, or Soobin as you known her through the years, was an insolent seed planted in your brain, but you could never hate her.

Because how could you hate the woman you fell in love with?

People do say your first love is like a drug, and when it's over, it leaves you in withdrawal. That’s basically what you went through over the last 8 years of your life. It all began in 2015 with the CUPCAKES. The newly formed crew consisted of multiple talented dancers.

Back then, the crew only had around 6 members, but when it started to perform, it gained much attraction. Especially the “Towering Trio,” Vata, Bada, and Y/n, which helped people to take an interest in the CUPCAKES. Your team called you Selene, or Sel, that was your middle name, being named after the goddess of the moon.

At the beginning of 2016, the team grew as more members joined. The most notable ones were Lee Minho and Shin Soobin. When meeting the girl, your 18-year-old self fell in love. Her aura and energy felt unmatchable, with her cute face masking the fierceness of her dancing.

"Selene-nim! I'm Shin Soobin, nice to meet you!" Those were her first words as she greeted you with an enthusiastic smile.

Deep down, Redy had been a devoted fan, particularly of you and Bada, so seeing you in person enchanted her. You stood tall, at 6 feet, and had silky long brunette hair that streamed down to your upper waist with a hat that shadowed over your large brown doe eyes.

The start of the friendship was amazing, dare you say, one of the best parts of your life. When you weren’t in the dance studio with Redy, you guys were hanging out anytime you were free. The moments like shopping, going to get ice cream, doing challenges that trended, and even just dancing together had you feeling like you were the queen of the world.

In 2016, you began courting Redy and succeeded in winning her heart, so by the time CUPCAKES disbanded, you finally asked her to be your girlfriend. Everything was going splendidly, with both of you in a state of bliss, and Redy always felt like a princess whenever she was by your side.

But everything went downhill in 2018.

As the global trend of K-pop continued to gain momentum, the lives of dancers like you and Bada became consumed by the demands of the industry. Bada, in particular, was deeply involved in creating demo choreography for SM Entertainment while you tackled projects with JYP. The rise to stardom brought along a scarcity of time. Still, you remained committed to being a dedicated girlfriend, doing your best to make time for Redy amidst your hectic schedule.

However, Redy's perspective clashed with what you thought. In recent months, she had been wrestling with a growing sense of loneliness. The persistent feeling made her question whether her relationship with you was holding her back. Redy was young, free-spirited, and had many opportunities ahead of her, but it felt like she was playing the waiting game when it came to you.

Adding to her emotional turmoil, both you and Bada had achieved significant fame. Bada became deeply absorbed in her work, making her increasingly unavailable to respond to messages. Redy was the kind of person who actively reached out to friends and cared for their well-being, so Bada's lack of response weighed heavily on her heart. The absence of that connection left her feeling even more isolated and hurt.

On the other hand, you made visible efforts to stay connected, which Redy acknowledged. Yet, each time she saw you and Bada featured in your Instagram stories, it fueled a cascade of negative thoughts, intensifying her inner turmoil. Photos of you guys in the dance studio, going out to eat lunch, hangouts with other dancers, doing demo choreographies for each other caused a pitch black pit to form in Redy’s stomach.

‘You two were mainly working under different companies but still stayed in touch?’

It felt unfair to her. She was witnessing her girlfriend and old friend’s bond going strong while her relationship felt as if it was hanging on the edge of a fine thread.

That wasn’t all. The increase in followers, likes, comments, and DMs on social media made Redy feel inferior. In those moments, it felt like everyone was fighting for your attention, and she couldn’t compete. At that point, she was mainly seeing you through social media, just like everyone else. Every swipe on every story and every post was deteriorating her mental.

Redy’s breaking point happened in a quick flash during a breezy summer night in August. You went out with a bunch of friends to celebrate the release of Stray Kids ‘My Pace,’ as you worked on the majority of that piece. You sat at the dinner table, Minho and Bada by your side as you ate happily.

The idol decided to treat his nonnas this time with their new co-workers, and he bought them a large feast. As the group ate, beside your hand was a small black velvet box and some flowers, a surprise for Redy after not seeing her for a few weeks. You texted and called whenever you could, making sure you made it clear that you never forgot about the girl.

Nearing the end of the dinner, you snap a bunch of photos and dumped them all on your story. After a few minutes, you get a message, and when seeing it was your girlfriend, you smile merrily, thinking it would be a ‘Congrats’ or ‘When are you coming over?’

But your smile drops once you read the small text sent by her.

Soobinnie🩷 Let’s break up.

With no follow-up text, explanation, or even a single call coming through, your sense of bewilderment grew with each passing moment. Your phone remained stubbornly unresponsive, and you found yourself staring at it in disbelief, trying to grasp the unsettling turn of events. You tried to text back, wanting to talk it out, but you were met with failure.

Mrs. Shin💍💍 What? Why? Baby? Soobin? Soobin-ah? *Message not Delivered*

In the midst of the surrounding laughter, Bada noticed the darkness in your eyes and leaned in to inquire softly, "Are you okay?"

As you attempted to muster a response, a surge of overwhelming emotions engulfed you. Your legs acted on their own, swiftly carrying you from your seat, and in your haste to leave, you left behind your sweater and personal belongings. The worried gazes of those around you intensified, but you were powerless to explain, consumed by an overwhelming mixture of confusion, frustration, and anxiety.

“Y/n!” You heard Bada and Minho call out but were met with looks of concern from others at their table. Your legs ran for miles. The drizzle of rain falling on your shoulders couldn’t even stop you.

As you stood before the door, you felt a rush of feelings surging within you, prompting you to ring the doorbell without a moment's hesitation. The sound of the doorbell startled Redy, and she sat up abruptly, a look of surprise on her face. However, her heart felt heavy with the intensity in your voice.

"Baby!" you called out, your voice quivering with deep emotion as you weakly hit the front door of her home, "Soobin! Please!" Your plea sounded desperate, and you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath after that long run.

Raindrops clung to your eyelashes, making it hard to see, and the cold wind cut right through you. Your soaked clothes and trembling body told the story of your determination to reach Redy, to mend what was broken between you.

"C-can… can we talk about it at least?" you stammered, your words rushing out, your heart longing for a chance to make things right. Redy just stood there, her eyes empty and sad as she listened to the rain. It was as if the weather outside had bled into her heart, leaving a heavy silence.

Did she feel like she was in the wrong? Yes.

But did Redy feel like it was right for her? Yes.

After bearing 30 minutes of the chilly breeze and rain, you sank into a deep sense of defeat, met only with a deep silence. Your body shivered uncontrollably as your once-black tank top now clung to your skin. Your hair dangled damp, with raindrops glistening on your arms like delicate jewels.

On that day and moving forward, you were never the same. Maybe if you had an explanation, you’d be fine, but there was none. The outgoing and vibrant version of you was long gone.

So here you were, seated, leaning back and supporting your weight with your hands as you stared at Kang Daniel, who introduced the show and judges.

Redy was almost in disbelief when she saw you during the crew introductions. She had to rub her eyes just to make sure she wasn't imagining things. It nearly brought tears to her eyes because you looked so different from what she remembered. In the photo, your eyes seemed cold and distant, without a hint of the warm smile she used to know.

When she glanced at your list of achievements over the years, a sense of pride welled up within her. She couldn't help but feel happy for you, considering how far you had come and all that you had accomplished.

“Her and Bada have been working together for years, right?” Amy asks and Harimu nods. “Since the CUPCAKES, im pretty sure.” As those words left Harimu’s lips, everyone’s eyes cautiously darted at Redy, who didn’t care about all the looks she got.

Mixed feelings currently lingered in her heart. She couldn't help but feel a little resentment about you being on Bada's team, given your history together. But, despite these conflicting emotions, she also thought that you were a perfect fit as the sub-leader of Bebe. It was like the universe had chosen you for the role, leaving her both proud and unsure of how to feel.

When in the fight zone, Redy’s eyes peered to the left several times, her eyes being captivated by you all over again as if she were the teen you met all those years ago. When you were all told to change, it was time for battles, and Redy was unexpectedly the first one up.

You didn’t have any no-respect sticker, and everyone was seemingly afraid to actually face you, so when Redy walked in front of your crew, you immediately knew who it was. “I choose Bada.”

Your best friend, who sipped her water, flipped the bottle in her hands as you pat her back, hyping her up a little. “You got this, unnie.”

Redy makes eye contact with you, but you subconsciously roll your eyes at her gaze, now feeling self-conscious about your presence. “Redy, why did you pick Bada as your no-respect dancer?” Daniel asks, snapping her back into reality. “I just don’t respect you,” as she said this, a scoff could be heard from behind her, clearly coming from you.

"You know, she doesn't need your respect anyway," you muttered under your breath, but Redy and your teammates heard your words loud and clear.

"Unnie, chill out," Lusher told you, giving your thigh a reassuring pat. "I can't help it," you admitted, your voice tinged with frustration.

As Redy began her performance, you watched as she moved to the music, showcasing just how much she had grown as a dancer. It irked you that, despite everything, you couldn't help but appreciate her presence. But when it was Bada's turn to perform, you had a strong feeling that your best friend would come out on top.

Your hunch proved to be correct, as the judge's cards displayed a light blue color. The younger members of your crew cheered with excitement, and you sat there with a smile on your face. "I knew you'd win," you told Bada, and she responded with an airy laugh. "Of course you did."

Soweon couldn't help but ask, "Do you already know who you're going to pick, unnie?" She looked at you with anticipation, and you turned your gaze toward the other three crews to your right. "I have an idea," you teased, keeping your choice close to your chest for now. After a series of battles, it was finally your turn. The announcer called, "Selene of Bebe, pick your no-respect dancer." You rose from your seat, took a few steps, and positioned yourself in front of 1Million.

"I want…" Your voice trailed off as you scanned each dancer on the crew, but it was when your eyes locked onto Redy's that her breath caught in her throat at the intensity of your cold gaze. You held the mic up to your lips, never wavering in your gaze, and then you announced your decision.

“Lia Kim.”

Lia stood up, shaking all her nerves away, but when she looked at you as you stood across the stage, all she wanted to do was sit back down and pray she could’ve just enjoyed your dance. “Y/n, why did you choose Lia Kim as your no-respect dancer?”

“I think it’d be fun, no?” Your voice was daring as you subconsciously glared at the woman. “I think so too,” her voice stayed strong, but as she puts down the mic, you see her sigh a little.

As the battle went on and you moved your tall body, Redy just stared, and her eyes couldn’t look away even if she wanted. Your hip-hop style was evident in the way you moved, and as you danced, she saw you smile for the first time. It put a smile on her face too, you would always love dancing, regardless of what you went through.

The smile on your face put one thought in Redy’s mind and one thought only.

She wanted to apologize to you and hopefully get back the woman she once loved.

After an intense hour of dance battles, the break time offered a moment of rest.

You decided to take a break and check your phone, leaving your crew temporarily to respond to some messages. As you exited the room, you saw Redy leaning against the wall, looking a bit nervous.

With a sigh, you asked, "Do you want something?" Redy seemed to snap out of her thoughts and nervously wiped her hands on her pants. Her eyes were soft as she gazed at you. "I want to say I'm sorry."

"After 8 years? You want to apologize?" You sounded a little bitter. "Don't you think it's a bit late for that?"

Redy's gaze remained sincere as she admitted, "I know I was wrong, Y/n. I was an insecure girl who didn't realize how tough things were for you. I thought I was the only one suffering while you were enjoying life with Bada." You sighed, thinking that maybe, after all these years, her apology was one of the answers you needed.

You couldn't stay angry, especially when you looked at the woman before you, realizing how much she had grown, her big eyes capturing your heart all over again. "You could've just told me that, you know?" you said with understanding. "Can I give you another chance? I want to make up for my mistakes." Redy's head hung low at the end of her sentence, but you gently patted her head. Your kind nature made it easy to give her a second chance.

"How are you going to make things right?" you asked with curiosity. In response, Redy hugged you tightly. Your laughter marked the beginning of a journey toward healing and forgiveness. For the first time in a long while, you began to feel complete again.

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chelseachilly · 1 year ago

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my captain

pairing: reader x ben chilwell summary: literally just fluff celebrating ben leading the team out again and chels winning the semi final 😌 warnings: none word count: 1.7k

author's note: hope you enjoy, literally wrote this in like 30 mins so forgive any typos hahah

In all the years you’ve known and loved Ben Chilwell, it’s never gotten any easier seeing him struggle with injuries.

It still hurts every time you watch him limp off the pitch, seeing both the physical and emotional pain behind his eyes. But it fills you with unimaginable pride the way he always works relentlessly to return to playing for his club. He never gives up, even when a lot of people would - he hardly even complains, though you’re always there when he needs to vent.

Truthfully, you’re glad to listen to him and drive him to physio appointments and do everything in your power to make him feel better, because there isn’t really much else you can do. It’s an unfortunate reality of football that there are always going to be injuries, and some players suffer more than others.

These trials and tribulations only make it that much sweeter when you finally get to see your man back to doing what he loves.

They also make you feel exceptionally proud when your boyfriend comes home from training and tells you that he’s back in the starting lineup for the semi-final against Middlesborough tomorrow, back to captaining the team.

After you celebrate - which consists of lots of sweet kisses and watching one of Ben’s favourite films, since you can’t properly celebrate the night before a match - you spend the night cuddling and wake up wrapped in Ben’s arms with him pressing kisses to the back of your neck.

“Good morning, baby,” you murmur, reaching back to comb your fingers through his hair. You kind of love how long he’s let it grow out since he’s been in recovery, especially in the morning when it’s all messy and fluffy. “Happy game day.”

“Morning, love,” Ben says, gently guiding you to roll

over and face him.

You love seeing that familiar twinkle back in his eyes, knowing that he gets to play the game he loves today.

“You ready for tonight?”

“Mhm,” he mumbles with a kiss to your lips. “I have a good feeling about it.”

“So do I,” you whisper between kisses, shifting closer to him and smiling as his hand slides down your hip and pulls your leg over his. “You’re gonna kill it.”

Ben grins and pulls you even closer, gently nudging your nose with his before diving in for another kiss, then another; then another. You sink into the blissful wake-up he’s giving you, soft moans leaving your lips as his hands roam your body.

Unfortunately, it can’t go much further - both because of his game later, and because you’ve already had a bit of a lie in and you know it’s time to get ready for the day.

“What time do you have to be at the Bridge?” you ask him as you reluctantly part and rest your chin on his bare chest.

You’ve gotten used to going to his games together while he’s been out, but now that he’s back to playing and needing to be there early for warmups, you’re going with Alex, Tom, and some of your other friends.

“Not til five, but I have a haircut scheduled in a couple hours,” he tells you, making you frown slightly.

“I like your longer hair,” you pout, continuing to run your hand through it. “It’s cute.”

“Sorry, babe, gotta look fresh for my first game back in the starting lineup,” Ben apologizes with another kiss to your pouted lips. “I won’t go too much shorter, promise. Just a trim.”

“You better not,” you murmur against his lips before pulling away, much to his chagrin. “Let’s go make some breakfast, you need fuel for later.”

After you’ve made some smoothies, as well as eggs and turkey bacon for Ben, you enjoy a nice, leisurely breakfast together before facing the day.

You know you probably won’t have time to see Ben before the game by the time you arrive at the stadium, so you kiss him for luck before he goes. Once he’s got his shoes and jacket on, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

“Good luck tonight, Benji,” you say softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “Can’t wait to watch you remind everyone how good you are.”

Ben’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes, and though you know how eager he was to be back, you also know he’s nervous about letting the team and the fans down when they have a chance at a trophy.

“You’re amazing, Ben,” you remind him. “And if you need a reminder of how incredible you are, just look up at your box and you’ll see your biggest fan cheering her arse off for you.”

His grin widens at that, and he squeezes your waist gently.

“I love you,” he says quietly. “I’ll see you after the game, yeah?”

You nod with a smile. “I love you too.”

Ben pecks your lips one more time and takes one last good look at you, still wearing only his t-shirt and your underwear, before he heads out the door.

You spend the rest of your day doing some chores around the house until it’s time for you to get ready, doing your hair and makeup before changing into Ben’s jersey and some jeans. You’ve always adored wearing his name on your back, but never more than on nights like tonight.

Alex comes over a bit before you have to leave, and the two of hang out for a while before catching an Uber to the stadium.

Stamford Bridge is full of life tonight in a way you haven’t really seen in over a year now, and you hope that it’s a good thing - a sign that things are finally starting to turn around for Chelsea. You meet Tom, Harvey, and a few other friends in the hospitality box and catch up over some drinks.

You all take your seats before the game starts, and your heart swells with pride as you watch Ben lead the team out onto the pitch for the first time in months.

“Come on, babe,” you whisper under your breath as the whistle blows and play begins.

To your massive delight, what follows is Ben having one of the best games you’ve seen in his career. His passing accuracy is nearly perfect, he nearly scores in the first 15 minutes and sets up the first goal of the match only a few minutes later. You can tell how delighted he is to be back out there as Chelsea scores goal after goal, his pure joy obvious as he celebrates with his teammates.

In addition to his skill and experience, you can see the impact his leadership is making on this young squad. Nothing makes you prouder than how much time and effort he puts into supporting and encouraging the younger players, and you know how much he loves doing it.

When he’s subbed off in the 65th minute, you’re relieved that he isn’t pushing his limits too soon after coming back, and even more relieved that he’s walking off with a smile on his face instead of pain behind his eyes.

As he’s clapping the fans on his way to the bench, he blows a kiss up at where he knows you’re sitting. Even though you know he probably can’t see you, you blow one right back.

The rest of the game passes and Chelsea emerge victorious with six goals to show for it, a very welcome turnaround from the first leg of the semi final. You’re buzzing with excitement to see him, so you and the rest of the group head down to the players lounge shortly after the whistle blows to wait for him.

It takes a bit longer than you’d like for him to do interviews and get changed, but when you finally see him emerge, freshly showered and wearing in his Chelsea joggers and matching hoodie, you run straight toward him.

Ben smiles as soon as he sees you and opens his arms to catch you as you throw yours around his neck and bury your face in his neck.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he murmurs into your hair. “Did you enjoy the game?”

“Of course I did, you were bloody brilliant,” you tell him in no uncertain terms. “And on your first start back? You’re amazing, Ben Chilwell.”

Ben pulls back, beaming at you with slightly flushed cheeks.

“It’s all cause of you, you know,” he says quietly, thumbs stroking your waist. “I wouldn’t have the strength to keep going every time without you. Every game, every time I wear the armband, every time I score a goal, it’s all for you.”

You don’t necessarily agree with him, since you think he’s one of the strongest people you know and you wouldn’t dare take credit for any of his success, but his words are so sweet that you can’t possibly dispute them.

“I’m so happy you’re back, baby,” you tell him softly, running your fingers through his hair that you’re grateful he didn’t get cut much shorter. “Oh, and that absolutely should’ve been a penalty in the first half. And giving Misha a yellow for complaining? I don’t know what that ref was thinking.”

Ben chuckles, obviously not overly fussed about it since they won comfortably in the end, but loving your passion for the game as always.

“I love you so damn much,” he grins, not giving you the chance to reply before grabbing your face and kissing you lovingly.

You kiss him back with just as much affection, sinking into his warmth.

“Love you too, captain,” you smile after pulling away, squeezing his bicep where the armband rested earlier. “Now, let’s go home. I bet you need a rest after that.”

Ben nods gratefully, obviously exhausted from the most minutes he’s played since September, and wraps his arm around your shoulders so you can make your way over to bid your friends goodbye. His hand lightly grazes his last name on your back as you speak with them, never getting tired of seeing you wear it.

It’s nearly midnight by the time you get home and get ready for bed, curling up under your comfy duvet and reaching out for Ben immediately.

As your arms and legs tangle and your head finds its place on his chest, you murmur how proud you are of him one more time before drifting off into a blissful sleep.

a/n: please let me know what you thought, your feedback makes my day!! 😊

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell x y/n #chelsea fc imagine

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i-live-here-in-my-house · 5 months ago

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THE END OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL WORLD | ERROR sans VS sonic.exe (Undertale AU VS Sonic Creepypasta)

Connections and other details under the cut

Connections

Two "dark and edgy" fan made versions of characters who's original versions are well known for their laid-back and cool demeanor. Also they both have weird eyes, with Error's right and left eyes looking completely different from eachother, and exe's being completely black, always bleeding, and only having red dots for pupils. They are both invaders into comparatively kind and gentle worlds who intend to end the lives of everyone and thing within simply because they believe said world to be beneath them for some reason or another. They contrast in that, even though he believes he's doing the right thing by destroying what he deems as bad timelines and universes, Error sans still feels incredible amounts of guilt for the likely thousands if not millions he's killed. Meanwhile sonic.exe revels in playing with its victims and the senseless wonton violence it commits.

Fight details and dynamics

I would want the fight to be animated with sprites, with close ups and action shots being done hand drawn, similar to how the DB team did fights like Gojo v Makima or the recent Among Us v Fall Guys.

I imagine that the battle would start with Error arriving in a world that's in the process of being destroyed by exe, who's in the process of mutilating a flicky. With Error saying something along the lines of him preferring to stick to worlds and timelines he's got a personal connection with, but will make an exception to take out exe. Exe would then teleport inches away from him, laugh in his face, and say something along the lines of him being a fool to try and kill a God. With the fight then starting proper there.

In my mind the fight would be a game of keep away, with Error trying to stop exe from getting close enough to him to be able to do any serious damage to him with his strings, bones and blasters; due to exe being far more physically powerful than him in terms of strength. With plenty of angry cocky banter between them both.

As for who would win? It's honestly a bit of a tough call... it's pretty hard scaling characters like them due to lack of a consistent original source material with them both being fan characters that have been adopted into a wider community to the point where there's no one original source to look to in order to figure out how powerful they are. Given that, however, I think I would probably give the edge to exe here.

He's consistently shown to be far more willing to go for a kill whenever he can just for the fun of the hunt. If he seriously felt that Error was even a slight threat I have little doubt he would waste little time and take him out without mercy. While Error does have certain abilities that could arguably win the battle quite quickly, he'd need to be fast enough to hit exe with them, and well... I doubt I need to explain how unlikely it is to catch any kind of Sonic off guard.

If I hard to guess how the battle would end I would imagine Error finally having exe on the back foot, attempting to use his strings to reach into exe's body and destroy his SOUL. However all he would find would be the shattered remains of the original Sonic's SOUL. This startling Error for just long enough for exe to finally get it's opening, teleporting once again in front of Error with its blood soaked glove wrapping around the front of Error's skull. With him doing his iconic laugh and saying something along the lines of "Surprised Skeleton? And why would you be? A God has no need for a soul! And I AM GOD." With him then squeezing Error's head until it shatters into pieces, exe letting out yet another laugh as he turns to look into the camera, his grin widening as he looks at the viewer.

Creation/art details

Art in the thumbnails is by Loverofpiggies here on tumblr and ScortchVx on Newgrounds respectively!! Absolutely go check them both out!! Both of them make great stuff!!

The track art was the first one I had ever made, and man was it ambitious lmao. But even then I couldn't be happier with how well it came out given my skill level when I made it. Were I to redo it I'd likely swap Error's and exe's positions so their positioning would still make sense if you thought about it for longer than a second. That and the font I used for the bottom half of the title. The more I look at it the less fitting it feels to me...

#sonic the hedgehog #death battle #fanmade thumbnail #fanmade track art #artists on tumblr #sonic #sonic.exe #creepypasta #sth #sth fanart #undertale #undertale au #undertale art #errortale #error #error sans #sans #sans au #sans undertale

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jellyluchi · 1 year ago

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No no no please tell us more about the la squadra swim team au. Science purposes of course

This has been sitting in my drafts for literal YEARS and I wanted to post it, originally was supposed to have all the members but I lost my ideas.

La Squadra x Reader; Swim Team AU

A/N: I'm so sorry for taking this long to answer but I wanted to take my time with this ask because I really do love this AU and I was busy. Thank you to my friends for some help (since most I know of swim teams is from fuckin Free! Iwatobi Swim Club LOL) Hehe science purposes huh 😏 Sorry there's no smut in this one but I wanted to rule out the setting for the AU!

You work at your local Passione Sporting Club, a place where many a professional athletes have trained to become who they are today. And while there are various sporting facilities available, you are in charge of taking care of a specific swim team, La Squadra. The formation of the team, as you learned when you first joined, happened several years ago as seven children banded together as friends to support each other's swimming careers. And you are happy to help them on their journey. As you know, there are 4 main styles of swimming; butterfly, backstroke, breaststroke, and freestyle. Medleys usually take place in that order.

Sorbet & Gelato:

Not swimmers. They're actually coaches for the other swimmers who come to Passione Sporting Club. They've been here for 10 almost 20 years watching the rest of the group who now call themselves "La Squadra" grow athletically and professionally. They were previously in the national Italian swim team as medley racers respectively. They were most fond of relay races as they loved the team work shared between team mates when doing such a race. They only teach adult swimmers but it didn't stop them from noticing younger members of La Squadra practicing in the swimming pools. The passion they saw in some of the members let them know how far they would go. You, as the team's manager, have a good professional relationship with them. However, it doesn't stop Gelato from flirting with you sometimes, surprising you considering you know he has been with Sorbet for a long time. Even more surprising that Sorbet doesn't seem fazed and is receptive to the idea. They sometimes joke about teaching you to swim as well.

Sorbet first met Gelato when he joined the local swimming club of his childhood. They became fast friends and rivals, always trying to outrace each other. Sorbet had goals of reaching the Olympics since he was a child and with Gelato's support he made it together with him. His favorite style is the front crawl which he is most comfortable with. He's proudest win was a front crawl 100m competition where he got gold.

Gelato started swimming as a hobby. He never envisioned himself as an Olympic swimmer. But when he saw Sorbet's resolve to make it, he got inspired and made it his goal to reach the Olympics with his boyfriend. His favorite style is the breaststroke and his proudest win was the a 50m backstroke competition where he got silver since it's his weakest style.

Risotto:

When Risotto was a child living in Sicily, his cousin often went swimming in the sea with him which is where he first learned. Ever since then, he'd known what career he'd like to go to once he grows up. And so, he took a swimming scholarship to college and during his pre-teens he joined Passione Sporting Club to train for his future career. Everyone knows him as a backstroke master and you can see why when you notice his immaculate back muscles during training. While he's good at the other styles, he's much faster using the backstroke. His proudest moment was winning a national competition of 100m men's backstroke where he won gold. You know he was one of the original members of "La Squadra" the other two being Formaggio and Prosciutto when those three decided to start the club. He's the most cooperative with you when it comes to competitions. As the manager, one of your duties is to rule out social and athletic events that the members will attend and he's always receptive to the competitions you tell him will be good for his career. He's not the most communicative so you have to weed out some of thoughts and feelings on the matter. Because of your friendly nature, you two share a close bond as you help him train and often see him swim way past closing. It's a secret between you two that you cherish deeply. There have been some times where he offered you to swim with him.

Risotto favors free style swimming the most but his muscle development on his upper body has made him a good breaststroke user which makes him much faster than the front crawl

Out of all competitions, he loves swimming medley relays the most. He gathers the medley participants (usually other la squadra members) to give a motivating speech and cheers the loudest when he's not swimming with them. He may not show it, but he is highly competitive and likes being challenged in the pool.

Prosciutto:

As one of the founding members of the original team, Prosciutto regards La Squadra with lots of pride. As a child he had no passion for swimming but after joining the Passione Sporting Club with a mild interest, he was quickly swept away into practice. He realized as a child that swimming allowed him a way to focus his energy and determination. He's not one to half-ass anything and swimming was no different. Eventually, he started feeling a connection to swimming after exercising out all his stress through the activity and finding a love for the activity like no other. Members like Risotto and Formaggio were inspiring to him even if he didn't admit it verbally, he showed up to practice with the two everyday, determined to be like them. He's one of the more difficult members to get along with. At first, it seems he has almost nothing to tell you except talk about his career goals and about helping other team members (namely Pesci). But eventually, your conversations turned more casual and you got to see a side of him that is much more friendly. Sometimes, he would smile towards you from the pool and you noticed that he doesn't ever miss the opportunity to show you his gratitude as their manager. Communicating that it's a difficult job and that he's glad a person like you is able to keep track of all the members and how much he appreciates your organization. You can't lie that his words are some of the only things that makes the job worth it.

Prosciutto is the only member with no preference towards style. While he was developing his swimming skills, he decided to pay hone each style so he would not be lacking in any area. While that doesn't make him a specialist, it gives him more options in competitions.

He rather enjoys individual competitions and loves competing against the other members. Whenever Formaggio dares him for a casual friendly race, he never backs down, treating it as a real race. The other members get a kick out of him taking everything a bit too seriously.

Pesci:

Swimming is as easy to him as breathing. Growing up with a fishing family by the sea, Pesci was accustomed to swimming from an extremely early age. It was sheer passion of swimming among the fish that kept him going but it was largely a hobby. He joined Passione Sporting Club as a teen, to keep up his swimming skills during high school but quickly met Prosciutto who inspired him to no end. Prosciutto once praised his style and speed saying he could make it to the nationals if he tried, maybe even the Olympics and from that moment he decided to join La Squadra and make both himself and the team proud. He's the most amicable out of anyone else in the team and since the moment you two met you'd become easy friends. At first he was a bit shy to talk to you but he caught your eye a couple of times during swim practices and it made his heart soar just a little every time you waved with a smile. Eventually, that got him talking to you and you noticed he started being more specific about his goals and ambitions for his swimming career. You quickly picked up the potential that Prosciutto always talked about regarding Pesci, truly, he was a gifted swimmer but his hard work pays off the most.

Pesci loves the butterfly stroke above all else. It's the first stroke he learned from a family member and honed his skills until it became his strongest. It gave him the biceps that he now shows off sometimes. He's pretty agile with the stroke as well but he doesn't cower from competing in other styles.

Pesci is another member who loves team sports and gets the most excited for medley relays with his team. Prosciutto and Risotto motivate him the most before the races and he's always the first to arrive out of excitement of having the team together. But most of all, he loves to hang out together with the team to celebrate afterwards.

#la squadra x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #sorbet x gelato #gelato x reader #sorbet x reader #prosciutto #pesci #sorbet #gelato #sid writes #hcs #answered #anonymous #fluff #risotto x reader #risotto #risotto nero

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