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I'm having Sailor Moon thoughts for the first time in a long time and
The cats.
They're from Planet Mau. We all know this. We also know they existed in the Silver Millenium and Queen Serenity put them into a stasis to wait for Usagi to need them after she's been reborn -She's been re-born before according to Sailor Moon Sailor Stars Musical, but that was an era of peace(?). While we don't know the exact time the cats awoke, it seems to be after Beryl's reincarnation accidentally woke Metallia up at the D Point, so it seems fair to assume the seal on Metallia and on the cats was linked.
Now, Queen Serenity doesn't come from our solar system, and is from another Galaxy (as is Nehellenia), but Pluto/Uranus/Neptune and the Inners seem to have been born in the Galaxy, as was presumably Saturn who slept until she was called upon to destroy the world after the cats were sent away. What we don't know is when the cats came to the Moon from Mau.
Did Queen Serenity take them with her when she fled from her place of origin? Were they ambassadors sent to the our Galaxy? Tin Nyanko recognized Luna and Artemis as Mau residents, but didn't seem to know them personally- it seems like she assumed they escaped when Galaxia came to the planet to murder everyone.
I have obvious opinions on the timeline of Silver Millennium events- Queen Serenity left her home during the early days of the Sailor Wars because it takes Galaxia a while to murder Everyone, Nehellenia's curse summoned a poor clone of Chaos to the sun which created Metallia, the events with Artuka happened while Endymion and the Princess were courting, Beryl did a lot wrong but I forgive her anyway, ect ect, but Why the cats were there in the first place isn't explained and we can't use the same crow logic for them.
Lead Crow knew Phobos and Deimos during the Silver Millennium Era, and that they were chosen to be trained as soldiers- presumably a type of Sailor Senshi- under Mars. Chosen by whom is unclear but Queen Serenity hand picked Mars to be, well, Mars, and we can assume did the same with the other girls, so it seems like a sailor crystal is gifted to you and linked with your star seed- or maybe replaces it?- which makes some sense since Queen Serenity just showed up to this galaxy and took over crystal duties- and appointing a child to guard the door of time and space. Is Pluto the only person in the universe doing that, or are there other doors in other galaxies? Did Queen Serenity have some type of Senshi-adjacent duty before she had to leave?
But the cats don't have sailor crystals and don't seem like they were training to become senshi- one for obvious reasons since even with the Golden Crystal Mamoru is still just...whatever he is, and the other-look PGSM is the best Sailor Moon, but it does Not fit in with the greater canon sorry Sailor Luna with your Candy themed attacks- so let's assume they....what? moved to the Moon to be advisors? Was Queen Serenity a big deal 'elsewhere' and that's what people of Mau who aren't even here to train as senshi are so close to the royal family? Was she taking in refugees from other planets that were destroyed by Galaxia? That could explain the residents of Moon and the castles of the other senshi, and why they just have castles that seem to be rules by the Moon, instead of their own kingdoms.
I know this solar system has great balance for harboring star seeds, which is why it gets to be the specialist place in the universe, and the last one Galaxia attacks, but was it the new ancient magical alien equivalent of the U.N. after the first was was presumably destroyed by Galaxia? That would explain some things, I guess.
I also think Mau was a version of Loveless which explains why human!Diana has a tail but Artemis and Luna don't (th3y hd th4 seggz ~>.<~)
#sailor moon#bishoujo senshi sailor moon#pretty guardian sailor moon#sailor moon meta#planet mau#luna#artemis#meta#the other side of this is that naoko was an overworked newbie#being forced to expand her stuff on the fly by a big company who had heavy creative input#but thats always the boring answer
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I WANT ENDLESS BLISS!!!
HALF-AWAKE, HALF-DEAD, HALF-LIFE CRISIS
ALL NATURAL POMEGRANATE PULP.
FERMENTED TO PERFECTION, SAVOUR YOUR SAVIOR.
Q: What's your favourite food? A: THE ALE THEY SERVE AT THE TAVERN!
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#uhhhh happy pride month have a fucked up chilchuck that im really proud of#i took so long on that hair rendering just so i could cover it up with the stars...#this was a reaaaally experimental one#if i had another go at this id change a lot of things but sometimes you gotta know when to stop#ive learned my lesson from this one so ill do another one with my knowledge now ykyk#ive discovered i reaaaallly reaaaaaally like thin lines#still figuring out how rendering + painting works but hey it was a nice attempt!!#this is my first finished peice in a looongggg loooooongggg time and it makes me really happy how well it came out#i guess switching things up really helped with things.. i usually get stuck at flat colors because i get so bored#cw alcohol#cw alcoholism#eyestrain#<- maybe? its really saturated#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#dungeon meshi#by the way i always thought him saying âaleâ as an answer to âfavourite foodâ was odd#maybe its a translation thing where theres a japanese wprd that covers both food and drink and the translator just estimated it to âfoodâ?#cause if its not... sir??? chilchuck thats not a food... my man... you have a problem...#this is#[ tragedy au ]#but honestly you could take it as set in canon#by the way do you like my little poem : ) im pspspsps-ing at the dungeon meshi fandom/fandom in general to write more poetry/short lit#maybe ill tweek it and post the poem on ao3.... shrug !
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IF YOU COULD be at any airport in the world rn which one
the bangkok one i wanna go home but also to look at this cool statue :)
#I DONT REMEMBER WHAT THE STORY IS BEHIND THIS STATUE THOUGH :(#my mom always explains it to me but by the time we arrive there im hella sleep deprived because i dont sleep on the plane#theres also a bunch of giant statues around the airport too to welcome arrivals ^7^ those are cool (i mean intimidating BUT COOL)#something something mixing a sea of milk#i dont remember T_ T#answered#anons#(i dont really remember any airports well because im usually spaced tf out at them laksdjafh)#anyways i havent been to thailand in so long :( like 4/5 years#i was supposed to go sooner but then i had covid and that makes me sad :(#AND I HAD PLANS TOO :((( I WAS LIKE BEGGING MY MOM CAN WE GO TO THE ANCIENT CITY PLEAAAASE and then my ass got sick#*angry punching*#my mom and sisters didnt even wind up going to the city either because my sisters were like 'BUT THATS BORING THATS ALL HISTORY#I WANNA GO SHOPPING'#T _ T i need friends who are also into historical stuff. we can make an adventure team and go travel everywhere together (the dream life)#i say im into history but i have no brain to remember anything btw so dont ask me anything asljkfaslkjh#sorry i seem to be >_> chatty today (procrastinating)
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Do you not interact with the rgg fandom as much as you did before? I remember back then youâd tweet and reply quite a bit but now you just post art every now and then is there a specific reason?
i interact with the rgg fandom as much as i always have, i just post art less compared to the like. comic-a-day thing i had going on a while ago lol
and there's no decisive reason for that: i just dont have any rgg to post ! whenever people inbox me here though i'm fully prepared to write a 30-tag ramble in response; even if i dont post about a thing i'm always excited to talk about it :]
#snap chats#if you feel as though theres been a lack of asks as of late then its because. Theres Been A Lack Of Asks LMAO#i generally answer all asks unless its something like. tumblr eats it or its asinine but my tolerance for 'asinine' is high so lol#ive posted near every ask ive gotten for the past some years so rest assured im set to talk bout most things#i got sleeper agents for my interests anyhow even if i have a different 'main' one i can always be dragged back with a good convo#like i was talking about kiryu with my brother yesterday since we were talkin about charas with good intentions but awkward executions#and then i went into a ramble about kiryu and daigo so rveakjvkw#but on twitter /specifically/ i like. never tweeted non-art things about rgg LOL what do i hate myself#and i usually only talk to people on twitter if they reach out to me or tag me in something which. no one does đđđ#i talk to some mutuals on priv though but that's always been really sparse- i dont seek out interactions i just feel awkward about it#overall im generally really secluded when it comes to interacting with fandom i like barely look in tags or look for discussions#maybe when i JUST join one but once ive like. 'moved in' so to speak i stop going in there all together unless i get really bored#its not that i GREATLY prefer being alone or anything like that. i just. post when i feel like it and thatll be that vlkeajkal#if i see anything i like on my tl or dashboard then thats like 90 thousand bonus points but otherwise Yeah
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Siri how do i stop the cycle without doing these bitchass tiny steps
#lamenting because i was so close to being normal and then i fucking lost it and gained nearly 100 lbs#and i cant get back to where i was i just ...... aaaaaaaaaaaaa#im so much more mentally fucked now so its harder#but thats all excuses right?#and then theres me being like am i even saying that bc i know its what people want to hear#or do i actually believe it? and is there even a difference if i know its true but i dont believe it?#does it even fucking matter just stop shoveling garbage in your mouth ffs#is the real answer here but I AM STRUGGLING#im looking into wls but i know if i dont get my emotional and bored eating under control that shit WILL NOT BE GOOD FOR ME#hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng#im just mad bc i have to fucking grocery shop#which always leads me to being pissed about this fuckass cycle#bitch call me mauville town the way i have cycles#god i can recognize the cycle which all tthe therapists will be like good on you!! :D and im like great. how do i break it#and then theyll say ten thousand small steps BITCH IM DYING I NEED DRASTIC CHANGE#BUT THEN IT WONT STICK AND ILL REVERT BACK TO WHERE I AM#but i did it drastically the first time and it wouldve stuck if i hadnt fucking lost it and ended up in the ward#im not a small steps kind of guy i need to wake up and fix shit and stick to it#but listen to me i am dean maniacally speaking to sam.gif#i buy all these stupid ass healthy foods and i have all these good ideas and reciepes and im legit pumped#and then i fuck it up and order food thats awful for me and then i give the hell up#which is an easy problem to fix. i know.#i can simply just....... not do that#but i swear i am struggling which pisses me off so bad#like you wouldnt struggle if youd quit being a stupidass and just did the damn thing#god i am not gonna do well on my psych evaulation#im gonna end up turning it into therapy and im gonna rage and the lady is gonna be like :D................. you need ten more visits#and youre getting denied at the end of them so get fucked#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#charlie am i losing my GODDAMN MIND? IF ITS GONE WHERE WILL I FIND.. IT?
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why do you hunt hummingbirds. what have they done to you
They know what they did
#i knoe this is the same answer i always give#and i know its boring#but thats the truth#answering your riddles
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ELBORATE ON THIS!!! ADD ON TO THIS!!! SPECIFY THIS!!! PLEAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEE??? đ„čđ„čđ„č
AHH I just meant that while rivelia is a popular specialist/specialist ship (maybe the most popular one actually?), it's often liked from a very... fanon perspective. People really enjoy the Angry Red Character and Calm Pacifist Blue Character trope (i do too!) but in canon rivelia just isn't really like that? At least, not to the extent that people usually think of them in fanon.
People often focus on that dynamic of angry/calm for rivelia when there's a lot there that can be really interesting! Like Riven's dislike and distrust of Helia at first actually being residual feelings of dislike of Sky (and assuming that Helia would be another Sky). Or how Helia never disliked Riven, even when he was being a little bitch to him! Or how Riven understands Helia's more negative feelings in ways that even Flora sometimes doesn't. Or Helia being able to express annoyance with Riven without Riven considering it a personal attack or challenge like he still does with some of the others. Or Riven still getting really worried when Helia does dangerous shit on missions (in a way that he really doesn't get with the other guys). Or Helia always being a quiet comfort for Riven and being there when he wants to vent.
There's just... a lot that goes into their friendship that people often miss because they end up focusing a lot more on the angry/calm or fighter/pacifist dynamics. And like,,, there's nothing inherently wrong with that don't get me wrong, but I wish there was more rivelia content that was based on their canon relationship! I think riven/nabu (rivbu? naven... ??) also gets that fanon treatment of angry/calm when again, so much more goes into their friendship! But for rivelia specifically, they just have a lot of potential as a pairing (platonically and romantically) but so much of it gets missed out on :(
#OUGH#thinking about them again <3#like the way riven still has trouble respecting sky's decisions but immediately starts to respect helia after they become friends?#helia being able to go 'ur annoying shut up' to riven and riven doesnt see it as a challenge or a sign that helia hates him#riven being able to go 'thats stupid' to helia's plans without helia thinking he's undermining him#they just have this really intense level of respect and understanding of each other!#which is Super important for both of them!!#like riven's everyone hates me and i can't trust anyone act vs helia's everyone hates me and i need to earn their respect act???#so for them to have this relationship with each other where they understand each other's good and bad qualities#without judgment or a want to fix the other?? that's SO important!#and ik this is about rivelia but it just makes me think about trivelia and riveliabu BECAUSE GOD#the specialists have such interesting relationships and they always get reduced to like... the bare minimum/fanon characteristics#and like i get it they arent the winx i get it but!! there's just so much there thats really fun to explore with them!#and i wish we could get more discussions of them that arent just the same rehashed topics#sky vs riven Boring does riven hate them Boring does helia hate them Boring does brandon hate them BORING#people tend to focus so much on do they even like each other that they miss out on them actually being friends!!#and i get it their friendship is definitely not as ride or die as the winx's but its there and it has the potential!!#answered
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spring day never latches on to a permanent face. it takes the form of the people i miss whom i have no way of reconnecting with. ever since i read that message in my inbox, it has taken the form of you, kesya.
#i read that the night before a big midterm examination and tbh i haven't had the headspace to deal with the weight of the emotions until now#tumblr deactivations always bore more weight bc it's permanent and ig thats why it hurt a lot more i'm heartbroken#i didn't realize until now how much your deactivation has wipedâevery ask sent; every reblogged interacted with; your tags; your writing#i've looked up to you for a while haha long before i've bombarded your inbox with lengthy asks abt bsd; i loved your writing first#then your thoughts second and how well articulated you were and eventually your whole being; how you consumed content as a whole#whenever you loved something you loved it in full; every piece of media you enjoyed was passed on with such appreciation#it showed in the way you passionately talked abt things; bsd-86-eren-aot to name a few. i always loved talking to you.#you always reciprocated my energy#i'm sorry for never getting around to answering your last ask i've been so busy with life. and i'm also sorry for finding out too late.#i can't quite sum up all my feelings into these tags. i just miss you a lot and i don't know where these emotions should go#but i hope they find you somehow. i'm not really going anywhere so i hope you'll find me here when the time comes.#who am i going to talk to when bsd s6 (whenever that may be) comes out? đđ#your presence is dearly missed kesya#i've received asks on your deactivation and have seen posts from your mutuals#for the past year since i've stopped writing here you've been the only thing i came for#i was always so curious to hear what you thought of the recent episodes or chapters. rest assured i'll love media the way you did.#just to carry on the bits and pieces i've absorbed from you somehow haha#i hope this finds you someday and you don't owe us an explanation or anything. pop into my asks if you do or just pm me directly.#i miss you. i'm sorry. i hope you're doing well wherever you are.#lots of love from a tumblr penpal-ish ahaha#love you!!#by-moonflower#kesya#kesya please find this T_T
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Or maybe i just need to touch grass
#theres this feeling eating at me. absolute and unending loneliness#im no ones choice. likewise i have no one i feel i could talk about whatever without being a bother#what does it feel to have a bestfriend? such a deep connection? someones that got your back and is happy to hear from you#it always feel like im the last option in a barrel. if im even acknowledged#not like i try either. its my fault too. too scared of being an annoyance that others feel bad saying no to#always so worried about making others uncomfortable#and i know that its never going to change. i felt this way for years. and i will still feel this in 10 more#the loneliness of feeling like im never going to fit in anywhere. of never feeling like im close to anyone#why do people like me? if they even do. what is it that i do that its so offputting?#im boring. thats the answer and i know it. wish i knew how i could change#theres nothing i can offer to anyone. so it makes sense no one would care. thats just how things are#haunted.txt
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just friends | lando norris
face claim: none âĄ
request: here !
part 2 !
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đ sass cafe, monaco
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y/nstagram dj lando came out of retirement for the nightđ€
landonorris đ only for you xx âł y/nstagram i'm honoured mr norris đ«Ą âł fan i love my besties who don't know they're my besties
bffstagram bro my tummy hurts âł y/nstagram i'm coming round with coffee and croissants you big baby âł bffstagram i love my gf â„ïž y/nstagram
fan i wanna party with y/nlando so BAD dude âł y/nstagram if you ever find yourself in monaco hmu xx
user ew flipping off the camera so ladylike âł y/nstagram idk your mum quite likes my fingers 𫶠Ⳡfan â ïžâ ïžâ ïž i love her
fan bffstagram is so hot, i need her âł bffstagram thank u babycakes đ
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y/nstagram rainy days in monaco đ§ïž
lilymhe i deserve financial compensation for the emotional turmoil tfios sent me through âł y/nstagram don't,,, sat and sobbed my eyes out at the last 100 pages
fan how to lose a guy in 10 days... tfios... who hurt you y/n? âł y/nstagram hahahah nothing like that! i promise i'm all good!
bffstagram i still have a headache from crying at that book, next time i choose what we're reading for book club âł y/nstagram BORINGGGGG who doesn't love doomed romance? âł fan you guys have a book club? thats so cute đ âł y/nstagram yep! it's me, bff, kika, lily and flavy!! âł alexandrasaintmleux and no one thought to invite me?? âł y/nstagram come join us babe!! â€ïž
landonorris wow, didn't take you for a sappy romance reader âł y/nstagram there's a lot you don't know about me comment deleted âł y/nstagram tfios can make even the iciest bitch cry (it's me, i'm the icy bitch)
landonorris also answer ur damn texts âł y/nstagram sorry idk how to read suddenly âł fan The Lando Norris gets aired, there's hope for the rest of the bitchless community âł landonorris dude...
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f1gossip Eagle eyed Sass Cafe goers managed to capture Lando Norris getting cosy with an unknown blonde girl. Rumoured girlfriend Y/N L/N was nowhere to be seen. Trouble in paradise for the young duo?
fan delete this rn y'all are fucking up my y/nlando chances
fan rumoured girlfriend?? i thought they were just friends âł fan that's what they both say, but they're always very close whenever they've been seen out together âł fan i'm pretty sure there was like a super grainy photo of them kissing but you can't really tell if it's either of them âł fan hey how about we don't speculate on people's love lives???
fan y/n has been absent from social media for like a month too ... its so over for us y/nlando'ers
fan her instagram is girlstagram! from what i could see before she went private, she posted a selfie of her and lando and they looked very close âł fan damn the fbi needs to hire you or smth
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y/nstagram thuggin it out (i've listened to your best american girl 34 times today i think bffstagram is about to smother me with a pillow)
fan um who hurt my bestie ???
fan whoever hurt y/n must die at the hand of my sword
fan lando norris i am in your walls FIX THIS
bffstagram i would never smother you xx also come out of ur room it is boring as FUCK out here âł y/nstagram damn cant a girl go through it in peace? âł bffstagram absolutely not, i have wine and nibbles get out here NEOOWWW or i'm breaking into ur room âł y/nstagram the door is open babygirl
fan ik this is a parasocial friendship but are you ok y/n? âčïž we love you âł y/nstagram oh sweetie â€ïž i'll be fine, sometimes you just gotta be a lil sad y'know? thank you for asking, ily â€ïž âł fan ily, take care of yourself đ„ș â„ïž y/nstagram
estebanocon chĂ©rie, i don't know what's wrong but i hope you're ok! lets grab coffee soon, flavy misses you! âșïž âł y/nstagram thank u este đ«¶đ„ș text me when you're free! tell flavy i love her đ âł flavy.barla i love you too đ â„ïž y/nstagram
fan no lando like, i have one (1) fear âł fan do not even speak that into the universe
fan after f1gossips post, i have my speculations âł fan dude, if he fumbled y/n he really will be lando nowins
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y/npriv absolutely not thuggin it out lads
flavy.barla chouchou (sweetheart) đ that's it, me and este are taking you out for lunch tomorrow âł y/nstagram nooo don't let me ruin your date time!! âł flavy.barla nope it's already done! este's booked that little restaurant you like on pl. du casino âł y/nstagram le salon rose?? oh i could do a little weep, i love you guys đ âł flavy.barla we love you so so much y/n đ
lilymhe i will hit him with my golf clubs âł y/nstagram i haven't even mentioned anyone? âł lilymhe we all know their name rhymes with bando borris âł y/nstagram wdym we all know? who else knows? âł flavy.barla ... me âł alexandrasaintmleux ^ âł francisca.c.gomes ^ âł lilynzeimer ^ âł heidiberger_ ^ âł carmenmmundt ^ âł kellypiquet ^ âł iamrebeccad ^ âł y/nstagram ok ok i get it damn
kellypiquet want me to ask max to rear end him with his race car? âł y/nstagram as if max would ever be behind lando âł kellypiquet đłđłđł âł y/nstagram i may l*ve him but i am also a realist âł y/nstagram ok no i do feel bad
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[caption 1: love of my life, apple of my eye, the thelma to my louise đ @/flavy.barla] [caption 2: damn stole my girl from right in front of me đ @/estebanocon @/flavy.barla]
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flavy.barla mon ange (my angel), you know you're the only one for me đ âł y/nstagram tell that to your giant of a boyfriend :(
estebanocon i'm not a giant đ âł y/nstagram stop reading flavy's messages weirdo âł y/nstagram but on a real note, thank you for dinner, i really needed it âł estebanocon of course, i'm not sure what lando's done but we hate seeing you so sad âł y/nstagram who said it had anything to do with lando? âł estebanocon whenever me and flavy have an argument she pulls out the mitski lyrics, i know the signs âł y/nstagram that's different, you and flavy are dating âł estebanocon and you and lando aren't???? âł y/nstagram what? no? we're just friends âł estebanocon oh mon amie naĂŻve (my naive friend) friends don't look at each other the way the two of you do
landonorris can we talk? seen
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anyone interested in a part 2?
#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris fanfic#lando norris social media au#f1 imagine#f1 smau#f1 social media au
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fuck halloween
a/n: hi everyone! this is my first ever posted smut so im lowkey rlly nervous to publish this but i wanna test the waters..heres some halloween smut.
warnings: semi drunk reader, dealer ellie, fingering r/receiving, oral r/receiving, car sex, halloween party, vampire ellie, pirate reader, use of the word âdaddyâ
you were tipsy. colors colliding together from the lighting of shitty LEDs some dickhead placed in the corridor to make the party seem less boring than what everyone knows it is. you werenât there for the party, or even the worst booze in town shockingly (considering the fact youâre always down to drink). no-no. you were here for Ellie. your girlfriend whoâs trying to make some quick cash from selling.
you still dressed up, and so did ellie. even though you secretly knew she did it just to make you happy.
you looked down at your attire, wrapped in a cheap spirit halloween pirate costume. ellie was somewhere in this place that seemed Far too big to be a house dressed as a vampire.
you wandered until the knee high boots you thrifted made the soles of your feet ache.
after a few minutes of searching you finally spotted her auburn hair and the weed in her hand she was exchanging for a wad of cash.
you let yourself wander some more until she finished. it was a Rule. Donât intervene in a deal, she didnât want you to be linked to whatever she was selling, it was too dangerous, she doesnât Just sell weed.
when she was finished however, you trotted over. not missing the way her eyes lingered over you. she placed a hand to the side of your waist, thumb rubbing over you gently.
âhey..â she uttered in That voice. the voice that made you know without a doubt you were gonna be fucked silly tonight.
you decided it would be best to play the âditsy drunk rollâ even though you Both knew you werenât that drunk. ellie knows you, and she knows exactly what you drink When you drink. never lets you take a sip out of anything unless She clears it. its another rule, one you follow like the rest. theyâre all in place to keep You safe.
you stall for a second before answering. âhiiii..â you drag out in a voice that screams âplease for the love of god fuck me silly tonightâ.
she gives you a toothy grin as a response and leans down to nip at your neck. when her glued in fangs donât let her get much access, she goes for the safe route.
âyou wanna get out of here, babygirl?â she says staring at your body, already drunk on the way your figure looks in the costume. you give her a simple pleading nod and thats all it takes for her to drag you away from everything and out to her truck.
you fully expect for her to take you home, lay you down, and make you beg for the strap, but she doesnât. instead opening the car door of the back seat, the hinges to her old truck squealing. she signals for you to hop in and gives your ass a little pat as you crawl up into the seats youâre Too familiar with.
she follows after and shuts the door, immediately ripping the fangs out of her mouth and licking at her teeth. getting used to the feeling of her mouth now being completely empty, and more so preparing to fill it with nothing but You instead.
she kissed at your neck softly, you whimper a bit before shes biting down fully and causing you to let out a sharp gasp. its an accident truly, ellie was a kisser. maybe even one to suck on your neck a bit and give you a hickey. but Never a biter.
shockingly however it doesnât seem to last long, as youre both already so worked up theres no point.
while she kisses down your chest, her hands are running down your thighs, lighting a fire that runs all the way to your core.
its like shes picking you apart piece by piece each time to make you fall apart, normally its by the slowness of it that ellie has a tendency to lean towards, but not tonight, because tonight she isnât wasting a single minute.
you prove yourself right as she rushes to rip the center of your fishnets open, making a sound of each twiddle of woven fabric being torn apart. shes looking down and groaning as she rubs your cunt through your panties, shes making sure she uses her two fingers at a slow pace, up and down. you gasp when she reaches your clit each time. all she does is look at you with a shit eating grin. it makes you wanna kick her teeth in a little. a wet spot now nice and visible down the center of the lace she picked just for You.
you can see the way her eyes roll back a bit when she spots it. âfuck baby..so wet huh?â she asks softly, but all you can seem to do is nod quickly. shockingly, thats all she needs tonight. normally she would make you tell her Exactly what you wanted, slap you around a bit to get you going, but tonight she simply pushed your panties aside, sticking in two digits into your heat and groaning at the wetness.
ellie had recently gotten finger tattoos, you had found a new love in watching them disappear as she placed them inside of you. you pulled up your dress and groaned as you examined the scene before you. âfuckâŠâ you said to yourself breathlessly. ellie shushâd you.
âi know baby..shh i know..â
she wasted no time curling her fingers and hitting that spot deep inside of you that made your belly churn. âyeah baby..take it..its okay take daddys fingers.â she breathed out and you moaned like a pornstar with the way her thumb rubbed at your enlarged clit and her fingers pushed in and out of your pussy with ease from your slick.
âall this? over what? two fingers? god id think youre a slut but youre too damn tight for that...shit..so fucking perfect just for me and my cock, shh baby i knowâŠâ she adds on as she hears your babbling whines.
she removes her fingers from your swollen cunt, instead deciding to lean her face down and start kitten licking at your clit while she holds your panties to the side. using her free hand she held onto you leg, keeping you nice and spread for her while her tongue grazed over the swollen button. licking a bit farther down to your entrance before sinking it into you and curling it upward.
she rotated between a pattern of tongue fucking and sucking on your clit and sinking in two fingers while swirling her tongue around it. no matter what she did you were Out Of It. moaning so damn loud people inside could probably hear and predict your orgasm, maybe not as good as ellie, but theyd have a clue. it didnât take you long before you were all dumb on her fingers and wrapping your fingers in her hair whimpering ââmgonnacumpleasefuckpleaseelliepleaseâ when you fulfilled your promise ellie was quick to lick what was left over, pulling her fingers out and moving upwards to put them in your mouth. feeling you suck on them she grinned at you. âthats my good girlâ
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lights out - deadpool / wade wilson
minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!
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content: theres a black out in your apartment. wade asks you, "what's one thing you've always wanted to try?".
word count: 3.9k (jesus, sorry)
warnings: pegging, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, sub!wade, established relationship, fingering (m receiving), this is quite literally porn with very little plot
a/n: hi !! sorry this is such a long one! i've never written something like this before, so i hope it's okay! please let me know what you think <3
you're sitting on the couch, chin resting on the knee of your right leg, the other tucked underneath you. wade's sitting on the opposite side of the couch, and he leans forward to take a slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table.
you take a sip of your rosé, leaning forward to get yourself a slice of pizza too. wade's fixated on whatever crappy show he's put on on the television, but you're bored (and horny, but that could wait until you were a few more glasses of wine deep.)
you huff, shuffling your position to place your feet in wade's lap. you finish your slice of pizza, setting your, now empty, glass of wine on the table. wade's still focused on the television, so you gently tap his thigh with your foot. he still doesn't look.
you sigh, slightly annoyed that he's giving the tv more attention than he's giving you. you give him one more opportunity, tapping his upper thigh with your bare foot once again. wade catches your ankle, attention finally turning towards you.
he's smiling at you, and he looks so cute and cosy in his pyjamas that you almost outwardly coo.
"whats up, baby?" he asks, thumb rubbing circles on the soft skin of your ankle. you smile softly at his caresses, but furrow your eyebrows slightly as you answer his question.
"..m'bored," you whine, rolling your head back against the pillow thats propping you up against the arm of the couch. wade chuckles, squeezing your foot affectionately.
"bored, huh? what do you wanna do, doll-face? i told you you could pick the show."
you shrug and go to speak, but are interrupted by a flash of light outside, followed by the booming sound of thunder echoing through the apartment. the lights flicker above you, before the room goes completely dark.
"..shit," you hear wade murmur, watching as the tv and fridge turn off too.
"y'better get creative, pookie-bear. power's out."
you groan, getting up and bringing the bottle of wine over to the couch, pouring yourself another glass. you also bring the candle you had lit in the bathroom, the light slightly illuminating the room. you sit back down on the couch, laying your feet back in wade's lap. he resumes his soft circles on your ankle.
"so, pookie, whatd'ya wanna do?" wade asks, taking a sip from his beer. the room is barely lit by the candle you've brought out, and you can only make out that wade's looking at you because of the city lights streaming in through the window behind you.
you shrug, taking a sip of your wine.
"i don't know, baby," you say, leaning forward to scratch an itch on your knee. wade uses this as an opportunity to pull you closer to him, nestling you into his side.
you don't put up any fight at all, easily settling in to his arm pit as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.
you sit in comfortable silence for a while, the hand thats not holding your wine glass tangles with wade's hand as it hangs off your shoulder, occasionally squeezing it softly.
the silence doesn't last long though, to be expected when you're with wade wilson -- but you don't mind, you'd happily sit there and let him drone on and on about whatever he was particularly animated about that day.
wade's voice cuts through the silence, and you hear him swallow as he takes another sip of his beer.
"if you could be any vegetable in the world, what would you be, and why?"
you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the question, pressing your face into wade's side to stifle your giggles.
"what the fuck question is that, wade?' you laugh, looking up at him. you're close enough to be able to make out his face in the darkness, and he's looking down at you, a fond smile on his face.
he puts on a serious voice, stating sternly, "a very fuckin' serious one, princess."
you laugh, shaking your head, but you answer anyway.
"i'd be a cucumber, i think."
wade chuckles, and you feel it rumble in his chest as you lean into him.
"a cucumber, huh? why? 'cause you're cool as fuck?"
you laugh, nodding your head. "exactly, baby. y'know it."
he chuckles, taking another sip from his beer.
"what else've you got for me, wade-y?" you ask, tilting your head to look up at him. he puts a finger to his chin in thought.
"chocolate or vanilla?"
you laugh softly, looking at him with an 'are-you-serious?' expression.
"you know this already, doofus."
he puts his hands up in mock defence, "fine, fine. um... marvel or dc?"
you laugh loudly at this, stifling your giggles into wade's shirt again, shaking your head with a smile.
"..well... batman is the best super-hero, maybe ever.." you say trailing off, "but probably marvel, i guess, 'cos you're not dc, baby."
wade laughs, and you hear him mumble a playfully dejected, "fuckin' batman" to himself.
you laugh, leaning forward to pick the bottle of wine up off the coffee table, pouring yourself another tall glass of rosé. wade guzzles the last of his beer, setting it down next to the now empty wine bottle.
he leans back against the couch once again, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you back into him.
wade's hand slips beneath the fabric of your top, his hand gently rubbing the skin of your shoulder and the top of your arm.
"..last one, mm baby?" he says, continuing to caress your skin.
"what's one thing you wanna do with me that we haven't done yet?"
you almost scoff at this, knowing exactly what wade is trying to suggest. he's been trying to get you to let him fuck you up the ass for awhile now, but you'd always said no. so, you were gonna flip the script on him.
you pretend to think, eyebrows furrowing as you tap a finger to your chin in fake deep thought. you struggle to hide your smirk, stifling it by having a sip of your wine.
"hmm," you say, and your cheeks heat up as you go to speak, though you convince yourself its all the wine you've had, "..always wanted to try pegging, actually."
wade almost gives himself whiplash with how quickly he turns to look at you, your wine almost sloshing over the rim of your glass at his jostling.
"...wha-" he shakes his head as if trying to clear it.
"come again? this time in my ear?" he says, cupping a hand around his ear as though he didn't hear you.
you roll your eyes, playfully shoving wade's shoulder.
"i know you heard me, wade." you say, voice sounding bored, but your face shows your amusement, a smile poking at the corners of your mouth.
he takes a beat, looking at you and trying to figure out if you're serious or not.
"...you... you wanna... peg me?" he asks, his eye contact almost too intense as he speaks slowly.
"yes, wade." you say, matter-of-factly, "i know you did it with vanessa, and i wanna see what all the fuss is about. plus, maybe it'll finally shut you up." you throw that last part in as a joke, an attempt at disguising your obvious jealousy of vanessa knowing a part of wade that you didn't.
wade groans breathily, leaning his head forward to press into your boobs.
"..fuck, doll-face, why didn't ya' say something' sooner? y'tellin' me that i've been begging to fuck you like that, whole time you've wanted to do it to me?"
you nod, feeling sheepish the more the conversation continues. you feel your cheeks warm up, and quickly go to dismiss the idea.
"forget it... it's not--"
you're cut off by wade pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss, his hands coming to rest on your hips.
"who said i didn't want you to do it, hotstuff? fuck, can you imagine how hot that'll look? maybe we should record it."
you laugh, pushing him back by his shoulders.
"i think you're getting ahead of yourself a little bit, baby."
wade smiles, mostly to himself, and shakes his head in what seems like disbelief.
"i can't believe you wanna peg me," he mumbles, pressing a sloppy kiss to your pulse point. your breathe hitches, but you push him off.
"you asked me the question, wade!" you laugh, lightly shoving him off of you and leaning forward to put your wine glass on the coffee table.
wade gasps dramatically, holding a hand to his heart as you shove him off, albeit lightly.
"i did, didn't i?" he grins at you, "well... i can't deny the princess, can i? lets make the magic happen."
you giggle, not taking him seriously. he quirks an eyebrow at you.
"what? you don't think i'm man enough to handle it?"
he makes a show of flexing his arms and puffing his chest out.
"why don't we find out right now?"
wade jumps off the couch, grabbing your arms and pulling you up, leading you towards your shared bedroom.
you laugh softly, "baby! baby, wait... y'need to slow down," i laugh breathily, a twinge of excitement nestling in my stomach.
wade's already dragged you to the bed, and is in the middle of taking his sweatpants off, his t-shirt already discarded on the floor somewhere.
"y'gotta be like... warmed up first, right?" you ask softly, your cheeks turning pink slightly. wade coos.
"well... i mean... i can just heal, but..."
you cut him off, screwing your face up in disgust.
"what? wade, shut the fuck up. m'not just shoving a plastic dick up your ass with no preparation. i wanna do it properly."
wade's face softens at your words, and he leans forward to press a kiss to your lips before pulling his boxers down.
you know wade has a strap on, and he retrieves it from it's resting place amongst the rest of your sex toys in your wardrobe as you undress yourself.
wade turns around from the closet, his arms dropping to his sides as he takes in your naked body.
"fuck baby, y'so beautiful." he bites his lip, walking over and placing the strap on on the bottom of the bed.
you blush, shyly mumbling a thank you. wade laughs at your reaction.
wade must sense your uncertainty, and he throws you a bone.
"where d'you want me baby? on all fours on the bed?"
you nod, cheeks turning a deeper pink at the crassness of the situation. you take a deep breathe, putting the strap-on on and kneeling on the bed next to wade.
you spit into your hand, bringing it down to half-heartedly stroke his hardening cock. he groans, hips grinding into your hand softly.
"fuck, baby... don't stop.."
you pull your hand off at wade's words, reaching for the lube in the drawer of the bedside table. you squirt some onto wade's asshole, spreading it gently with your thumb.
wade lets out a deep breathe, burying his face into the pillows, muffling his moans as you slowly work your finger into him.
"s'this okay, baby?" you ask, unsure as you slowly press your lubricated finger into wade.
you don't get a reply, only breath moans as wade pushes back against your hand, "..please, baby... more..."
you shush him gently, working your singular digit deeper into him, curling it slightly.
wade lets out a soft groan, "..fuuck... just like that," he whimpers into the pillows, pushing his hips back to meet your finger.
"so good..so fucking good." he mumbles, and that spurs you on. wade already being fucked out from just one finger feeds your ego, making you feel more confident.
you rub his asscheek with your unoccupied hand, cooing a soft "relax, baby."
you hear him take a deep breathe, and his hole relaxes slightly. wade keens into your touch as you continue your soothing circles on his ass, quickening the pace of your singular finger.
"..please, princess.. more.." he whines, pushing his hips back to meet your finger.
deciding that he's stretched enough, you push a second finger into his asshole, scissoring the two to spread him open. you watch as wade's hips mindlessly buck forward, and you can see his pre-cum leaking onto the sheets.
wade cries out in pleasure, the sound muffled by the pillows. his hips buck forward as your second finger enters him, his body tenses at first, but he relaxes, whining softly as he pushes back to meet your hand.
"..fuuck, yes... jus' like that.." wade whimpers, shoving his face into the pillows beneath his head.
you rub soothing circles on his asscheek as you scissor your two fingers inside him, trying to loosen him up and prepare him for the strap-on.
"good boy, baby," you praise, caressing the curve of his ass as you move your fingers in and out of him at a quicker pace, "taking my fingers so well, yeah?"
wade nods frantically into the pillows, already too lost in pleasure to form coherent words. he pushes back to meet your hand, and you can feel his asshole loosening around your fingers as you scissor them open inside him.
you watch as his hole starts to relax and loosen around your fingers.
"m'gonna make sure you cum before i fuck you, kay baby?" you coo at him, your hand still rubbing your soothing circles on his skin.
wade whines as he moves his hips back to meet your fingers, nodding eagerly at your words.
"..y-yes... please... need t'cum.." he babbles from beneath you. you smile at his desperate voice, and begin to shove your fingers deeper into his ass, curling them up in search of his prostate.
at the same time, you reach the hand that was rubbing soothing circles on your ass around to stroke his cock, smearing his pre-cum down his shaft and swiping your thumb skilfully over the tip.
wade moans into the pillow, hips bucking into your fist, and you can tell by the way his length throbs in your hand that he's close. you fuck your fingers into wade with the same pace as you stroke his cock, watching as his hips stutter in uncertainty of whether to buck forward, or push backwards.
"c'mon, baby.." you murmur, squeezing your hand around his cock. the sensation of your fingers inside of him, and your hand tugging on his cock, is too much for wade to handle, and he strangles out a guttural moan into the soft pillows as he cums, his body tensing up as he empties himself onto your hand and the bedsheets beneath him.
you feel his asshole clench around your fingers as he shoves his face into the bed, his cock going soft in your hand as the last bit of his cum spurts out onto the sheets.
wade collapses onto the bed, spend and out-of-breath, his body relaxed and pliant, limbs heavy with post-orgasm bliss.
"mmm.. that was.. so good," he hums sleepily, burying his face into the soft pillows, "..now.. please.. need you inside me.." he whines softly.
you smile down at him, still seating on your knees on the bottom of the bed. you lean forward to capture wade's mouth in a soft kiss, rubbing his back soothingly.
"y'sure, baby?' you check in with him, wanting to make sure this was something he wants to do, though who were you kidding? wade was the freakiest person you knew, of course this was something he wanted to do.
wade lifts his head slightly, looking up at you through bleary eyes.
"..please, baby.." he whines softly, brows knitting together.
you smile at him softly, still rubbing his back soothingly, "m'kay, baby. get on your hands and knees for me, can you honey?"
he nods, slowly getting up and moving into position, his movements a little clumsy as his legs wobble from his previous orgasm. he rests his head back on the pillows, turning to look at you over his shoulder with a sleepy smile.
"like this, baby?" he asks, voice so small sounding that you can't help but coo at him.
you nod, smiling at him and affectionately rubbing the curve of his ass.
"good boy, honey." you praise, and wade's cheeks flush at your words, a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal flooding through hi as he bites back whatever noise of pleasure he was about to make.
"m'not a dog," wade mutters, causing you to scoff, laughing softly.
"no, y'not. what? you don't like being called a good boy, wade?" you ask, putting on a stern voice, though you're teasing him, having seen the way he bit his lip to stifle his noise.
his face heats up even more, if possible, and he lets out a small, embarrassed, whine.
"s-shut up.." he glares back at you, but there's no way of hiding the way his body reacts to your words, his heart racing and cheeks burning hot.
you laugh, almost cruelly, spreading lube down the length of the strap-on before lining up to wade's asshole.
"y'ready, honey?" you ask, voice soft as you rub his hip softly.
he takes a deep breathe from beneath you, letting it out slowly as he nods. he bites his lip, butterflies swirling in his stomach as he feels the cold lube against his skin.
"..y-yeah.. do your worst... or best?" he mumbles, looking at you over his shoulder, a gentle smile on his face.
you laugh softly, spreading his ass open with your hands before pressing the tip of the strap to your asshole.
"relax for me, baby.."
he takes another deep breathe, slowly letting it out as his body relaxes, his shoulders slumping forward slightly. you press the tip of the strap-on past the tight ring of muscles, and wade lets out a low moan, his fingers gripping the pillows tightly.
"..m-more..." he whimpers, pushing back against you.
you rub his ass soothingly as you slowly press into him. he whimpers and moans beneath you, his body tensing and relaxing in turns as he adjusts to the sensation.
he buries his face in the pillows, voice muffled as he begs for more.
"..please, baby.. s'good.."
you coo softly, pressing further into his tight hole as you continue your soft circles on his hips, "good boy, baby... takin' me so well.."
his cheeks turn pink at your words, and he pushes back against you, moaning as you bottom out inside him.
wade lets out a deep, shuddering moan as you fill him up completely, his body going tense and then relaxing as he adjusts to the sensation. he whimpers, and you can almost see the thoughts leaving his mind as you fuck into him with shallow thrusts.
"..oh, fuck... so good," wade mumbles into the pillows.
"such a good boy, wade," you coo, stilling your hips to let him adjust to the size of the strap-on inside him.
he lets out a low whine, shifting uncomfortably against the sheets, feeling empty and restless without your steady thrusts. he tries to push his hips back to meet yours desperately.
"..c-come on... keep goin'.." he begs, looking back at you over his shoulder, "..need it... n-need you.."
you tut, "barely fucked you, and you're already a mess, baby."
you begin moving your hips at a painstakingly slow pace. wade lets out a sharp gasp, his body writhing beneath you. he moans into the pillows, his hips moving back to meet your thrusts, your hands on his hips guiding him softly, thumbs rubbing soothing circles.
wade moans underneath you, jolting forward with every thrust you push into him with. you angle your hips up, searching for his prostate with every thrust.
you know you've found it when you hear a loud keen from wade, his face shoved into the pillows as he arches his back, as he moans loudly.
you keep your pace, angling your hips the same way over and over, feeling wade's thighs begin to shake as you rut into him. you squeeze your hands on his hips harshly, nails digging into the skin slightly.
he hisses beneath you, babbling nonsense as he whines incoherently. i continue my steady rhythm, relishing in the pretty noises slipping from your lips every time i thrust forward. i spit in my right hand, leaning forward and slipping my arm underneath you, wrapping my hand around your cock and tugging softly.
you feel wade's hips buck into your hand, listening to his soft whines as you skilfully swipe a thumb over his slit, smearing his pre-cum down his length as you continue the rhythm of your thrusts.
you tug at wade's cock, feeling his hip stutter with uncertainty of whether to buck into your hand or or push back against your thrusts.
"look at you, huh?" you tease meanly, slowing the drag of your hips, deliberately hitting the spot inside of him, over and over, "big, bad Deadpool, so fucked out by his little girlfriend he can't even form a thought."
you squeeze your hand around his cock, listening to him whine, babbling something that sounds like," ...f-feels so.. good..." into the pillows, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth.
you know he's getting close, his length throbbing in your hand as you twist your fist around it, slamming your hips into him.
"c'mon, honey.. y'gonna cum for me?" you coo, thrusting into him harshly as he ruts into your hand, his high-pitched moans muffled in the cushions.
he whines, a gently, "u-uh huh.. m'gonna..."
you deliver a particularly harsh thrust to his prostate before you feel his body tense up beneath you, legs quivering as he groans into the pillows, back arched as his hips jerk into your hand, thick ropes of cum spilling out onto your hand and the sheets below him.
you slow your hips, gently fucking him through his orgasm, cooing soft words of praise as his body goes slack beneath you with a guttural groan. you rub soothing circles on his back as you slowly pull out of him, a soft whimper sounding from him at the loss of contact.
you take the strap-on off, discarding it on the dresser before crawling up the bed, slipping in next to wade. he instantly snuggles into you, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck.
"how'd i do, baby?" i ask gently, voice barely above a whisper as you lay against me with your eyes closed. i know you're not asleep because i can feel you tracing soft circles on the exposed skin of my upper thigh.
"so good, doll-face," he mumbles against your skin, "..fuck, i can't believe you didn't let me record that. y'know the numbers that shit would get on only fans?"
i laugh softly, shaking my head, "next time, baby -- maybe. m'not making any promises."
wade goes silent for a second, before asking, his voice soft, "did you like it? was it.. fun f'you?"
you pout at how cute he is, twisting your body beneath the sheets to face him.
"wade, i just got to shut you up for more than a minute, of course i loved it." you giggle softly, bringing wade's hand up to your mouth and kissing his knuckles softly.
"seriously, i had fun, wade. don't worry about that." you assure him when he gives you a pointed look, eyes softening as you press your lips to his knuckles.
wade smiles cheekily, pulling you into him, "well, if that's how you're gonna shut me up, maybe i should start talking more, huh?"
you give him a look, laughing, "are you sure that's even possible?"
he smiles, "remember what happened the last time you thought i couldn't do something?"
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driverkiddies everyone please say hello to my child, heâs a stray i picked up from the streets of australia that i named kidnapper
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logansargeant crazy how i didnât join you at the club for one night and i woke up with a pet cat
rockysroads please address him by his name ty
user1 pet cat� this is ur pet?
user2 BLACK CAT LOVER
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oscarpiastri hehe meow.
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driverkiddies âi think heâs starting to like meâ - logan sargeant, 2023
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logansargeant he is
rockysroads ur real funny
oscarpiastri did the cat tell you that, logan?
lilyzneimer that cat likes me more than he likes logan
rockysroads real
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logansargeant not true, kidnapper took my spot on the couch
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driverkiddies stubby puppy
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rockysroads iâm never letting u use this account ever again what kinda dumb ass caption is that
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sebastianvettel she does not.
rockysroads hi, u called for me?? what pet? hi?
logansargeant enough please
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lilyzneimer is for me???
oscarpiastri girl shut up weâre not getting a dog
lilyzneimer lol haterrrr
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lena oberdorf x bayern!reader
part one here - part two - part three here
summary: love wins at bayern munich
warnings: angst, one mention of childhood neglect, this part is very long too, enemies to lovers.
after some time, in february 2024, everything changed.Â
you get home after training one evening, still feeling the unease that you canât quite place. you try to shake it off as you walk through the front door, tossing your bag to the side, and head straight for the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
your mind is still spinning with all the weird little moments from today, but you canât quite put your finger on whatâs bothering you.Â
everyone being so nice, so... attentive. well, your european teammates have always been the sweetestâ sometimes clingyâ but today feels different. your intuition tells you so.Â
your fingers drum against the counter as you stare off at nothing, you try to brush it off as paranoia. it was probably nothing, theyâre being the best teammates that they are.
the pink iphone of yours buzzes just as you take a sip of water, and you glance down to see your national teammateâs name flashing on the screen.Â
relief floods you; itâs been a minute since you last talked to her, and you need some normalcy right now, something that feels comfortable and familiar. you quickly swipe to answer.
âheyyyy!â you greet, trying to sound casual as you lean back against the counter.
âhey girl,â she laughs, her voice bright and cheerful.Â
âgod, itâs been forever since we last talked. i got bored and saw your contact so i figured iâd call you. i hope i am not interrupting?â
âyou arenât. i just got home.â you smile.
âokay cool! how are things? howâs training?â
âoh, you know, same old,â you say, forcing a smile even though she canât see you.Â
âjust finished up for the day like i said. bayernâs... good. howâs everything with you? i know you just transferred from lyon to chelsea last month. how is everything? youâve been at lyon since forever.âÂ
âforever as in a few years? ha i am doing good. the girls here are sweet.â your teammate says, you can hear the comfort in her voice.Â
âthats great! jess mentioned that you were getting comfortable.â
âyeah, yeah. honestly, the problem is getting used to a new routine,â she groans dramatically, and you laugh, feeling yourself relax a little.Â
âcanât wait to catch up with you when weâre back together at the national camp. what about you? howâs georgia doing? and the others?â your national teammate continues.Â
you feel a little warmth spread through your chest at the mention of your bayern teammates.Â
âoh, theyâre great. georgiaâs, well, being georgia as always. sydneyâs loud and chaotic. nothingâs really changed, yâknow? just the usual chaos.â
âsounds about right,â she says, chuckling.Â
âbut hey, speaking of georgia... she told me that you were getting a new tattoo soon by her? something about matching with some of the bayern crew?â
âyeah, actually, later tonight,â you reply, glancing at the clock.Â
âheading over to georgiaâs shop in a bit. iâm not getting one today, thoughâsam is. but... yeah, weâll all be there.â
âoh, nice,â she says, and you can hear her moving around on the other end, probably putting dishes away or something.Â
âwhatâs sam getting?â
ânot sure,â you admit with a shrug, even though she canât see it.Â
âi think itâs a symbol or something. you know samâalways something meaningful.â
âclassic sam,â she says with a fond chuckle, and for a moment, everything feels light and easy. just a normal catch-up between friends.
but then her tone shifts a bit, a hesitant edge creeping in.Â
âhey, uh... youâve been good, right? like, with... everything going on?â
you blink, confused by the sudden change in topic.Â
âyeah, i mean... yeah, everythingâs fine. why?â
she hesitates, and you can hear the hesitation in her voice.Â
âi just... i donât know. i thought you might be, um, worried. about... well, about the rumors and stuff.â
ârumors?â you repeat, furrowing your brow. âwhat rumors?â
âabout lena,â she says softly, like sheâs not sure how youâre going to take it.Â
the smile on your face drops from the sound of her name.Â
âyou know... her possibly transferring to bayern.â
you freeze, the air catching in your throat. âwhat?â you say, your voice coming out sharper than you intended.Â
âwhat do you mean⊠transferring? lenaâs at wolfsburg. sheâs been there forever and i remember lea mentioning something about her signing a renewal with them.â
thereâs a pause, and you hear her take a deep breath.Â
âyeah, i know, but... havenât you seen the news on social media? like, thereâs a bunch of talk that she might be coming to bayern. i mean, itâs all just rumors right now, but... i figured someone wouldâve mentioned it to you. i thought... i thought you knew.â
you shake your head even though she canât see you, trying to process what sheâs saying, but it feels like sheâs speaking another language.Â
âno, no, i didnât know. why would... why would lena come to bayern? that... that doesnât make sense.â
âi mean, sheâs one of the best players in germany,â your teammate points out, her voice still soft and cautious.Â
âit kinda makes sense for her to move to a big club like bayern... iâm sorryâ i know you hate me for saying thatâbut i didnât think youâd be finding out like this. shit shit shit, iâm sorry, y/n. i honestly thought you knew.â
âno,â you say quickly, trying to keep your voice steady even as your mind is racing. âno, i... i had no idea. i mean... lena and bayern, thatâs... thatâs not possible. it canât be real.â
âitâs all just talk right now,â she reassures you, but you can hear the uncertainty in her voice.Â
âlook, maybe itâs just rumors, you know how these things go. people are always saying players are going here and there. remember when the news said that you were leaving munich to go to new york?? that never happened! but... i dunno, iâve been seeing it all over my timeline.â
you feel your heart pounding in your chest, and thereâs a dull ringing in your ears as you try to make sense of everything.Â
âyouâre... youâre joking, right?â you force out a laugh, but it sounds shaky.Â
âplease tell me youâre joking.â
âi wish i was,â she says, and your stomach drops. âi can send you the links if you want to see for yourself.â
âfine,â you say, feeling like youâre on autopilot now, the panic starting to build in your chest.Â
âsend them over.â
the moment the call ends, the links start coming throughâone after the other, headlines that make your eyes blur with disbelief.Â
âwolfsburg star rumored to be signing with bayernâŠâ
âlena oberdorf could be on the moveâŠâÂ
âbayern munich set to sign germanyâs young talentâŠâ
itâs like the words swim in front of your eyes, and your breath catches in your throat.
you stare at your phone, feeling the world shift beneath your feet. it feels like everything is closing in, like the room is getting smaller and smaller, and all you can do is sit there, trying to remember how to breathe.Â
lena. at bayern. in the same locker room as you. wearing the same crest as you. doing the same cheers and learning the handshakes. it feels like a nightmare, but youâre wide awake.
sheâd never come here. sheâd never... never follow you to bayern. not after everything. you told yourself.
but then again, lena was always one step ahead, always getting to you when you least expected it.Â
what if itâs true? what if she really is coming here?
you shakily text your teammate backâhey, iâll call you later,âbut you know you wonât. not now. not while your head is spinning like this.
you make it to georgiaâs tattoo place, just about two minutes late but munich traffic during rush hour was busy. the bell above the door chimes as you step in, and the familiar smell of ink and antiseptic fills the air.Â
georgiaâs setting up her tattoo gun for sam, whoâs chatting animatedly with ana, lea, and sydney on the side. usually, youâd be joking around with them, too, but today youâre barely holding it together.
georgia looks up, smiling as you walk in. âhey, you made it! ready to watch the magic happen while sam panics the whole time?â
âshut up!â sam protests.Â
you force a smile, but it feels fake, plastered on. you canât focus on anything but the whirlwind of thoughts spinning in your head.Â
âyeah... yeah, sure,â you mumble, feeling like your voice is coming from someone elseâs mouth.
sydney notices the look on your face and frowns.Â
ây/n? whatâs up? you have the same face you made when we got knocked out of the champions league last month.â
you swallow hard, your voice wavering as you ask the question thatâs been clawing at your mind the entire way over.Â
âdid... did you guys know about lena? that sheâs... coming to bayern?â
the room goes quiet, and you see the way georgiaâs shoulders tense, the way sydney exchanges a look with ana.Â
no one speaks for a moment, and the silence feels like itâs crushing you.
lea is the one to break it, stepping forward and reaching out to touch your arm gently.Â
ây/n, we didnât want to tell you until we knew for sure. itâs all rumors right nowâlena hasnât told me anything about that yet. nothing is confirmed, okay?â
âyeah,â sydney adds quickly, crossing her arms, her voice firm.Â
âlook, lenaâs a good player. if sheâs coming to bayern, itâs not to make your life harder. she probably wants to be close to her friends, her family... you should know that this isnât about you.â
âbut it feels like itâs about me,â you admit, hating the tremor in your voice. âitâs like sheâs... sheâs invading my space, and i... i donât know what to do about it. what if she comes here and makes everything... worse?â
you tell yourself youâre a professional, and lena is too. you tell yourself that maybe things will be okay. but the past still grips your chest tightly, reminding you of every moment of anger, every tackle, every taunt. and deep down, you know youâre not ready to let that go. not yet.
when lena confirms to the public that she will join bayern after this season ends, with the bayern pages itself posting pictures of lena signing the contract beside bianca-- you feel dread.
âwhat if she takes my spot? what if she bullies me in the locker room when you guys arenât around?â you found yourself blurting out to pernille, magda, and tuva in the lounge room the following morning.
âwhat if she⊠i donât know, what if she ruins everything and iâd have to move clubs?â
âsĂŒĂe erbse,â tuva said gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. âyou really think weâd let that happen? lenaâs good, but youâre y/n l/n. we love you here.â
âyeah,â pernille added with a grin, âyou think lena can come in here and take away our sĂŒĂe erbse? not a chance.â
you wanted to believe them, but there was still a knot in your stomach. it wasnât just about your spot on the team.Â
it was everythingâyears of being belittled by her, the way she made you feel like you were always playing catch-up. and now she was going to beâŠhere. in your everyday life.
when july rolled around, the first day lena officially joins bayern, youâre tense before you even get to the training ground.Â
everyoneâ aka the girls from the german national teamâhave been buzzing about her arrival for weeks, and the news has followed you around like a shadowâreminding you every day that your former rival, the person who pushed you to your lowest, was now going to be your teammate.Â
it doesn't sit right, and as you step into the locker room that morning, you canât shake the discomfort in your chest.
there she is, standing by her locker, looking...different. softer than the lena youâre used to seeing in the green and white of wolfsburg.Â
now, sheâs wearing the same red bayern training kit as you, and it makes something twist inside your stomach. wrong. thatâs what it feels likeâjust wrong.Â
you want to turn around and leave, just pretend you forgot something in the parking lot and stall for time, but she spots you before you can move.Â
her eyes light up, that familiar spark dancing in themâbut itâs not taunting like before. itâs... welcoming. she gives you this big smile, the kind that makes her eyes crinkle at the edges, and suddenly it feels like the room is too hot, too small, like the walls are closing in on you.
ây/n, hey,â lena says, and her voice sounds...kind. friendly. nothing like the voice you remember yelling at you on the pitch, taunting you with every mistake.Â
she walks toward you, like sheâs genuinely excited to see you, and you want to flinch away.Â
âiâm really glad to be here. i know weâve had a past, but i hope we can leave all that behind and be teammates. put the rivalry aside, yeah?â
you force a smile, but it feels more like a grimace. âhi,â you manage to say, your voice cracking slightly.Â
you can barely meet her eyes, your gaze dropping to the floor because looking at her feels like staring straight into the pastâthe tackles, the taunts, the years of feeling like you were always playing catch-up.Â
âitâs nice to finally be on the same side, donât you think?â she continues, still smiling, as if sheâs trying to ease the tension.Â
âiâm looking forward to working with you. iâve... always admired how you play.â
the words are so dissonant, so out of place coming from her, that you canât help but scoff quietly.Â
admired you? this is the same woman who spent years making you feel like you were never enough, who relished in getting under your skin every chance she got. and now she was just going to act like that history never existed? like she never made you a joke, like youâre supposed to be grateful for her kindness now?
âright,â you say flatly, unable to keep the sarcasm from your voice. âwell... welcome, then.â
you turn to walk away, unable to deal with the tightness in your chest, but the moment you take a step, lena calls after you, her voice softening.Â
ây/n, waitâI really mean it. i donât want there to be... any bad blood between us. i want to start fresh.â
you pause, but donât turn back to look at her. every muscle in your body feels tense, like youâre coiled to spring away, and your mind is racing with every bitter memory.Â
âyeah, well... some things arenât that easy to forget,â you mutter before walking off, feeling like youâre practically running away towards the training grounds.
your heart hammers in your chest as you make your way to the pitch, trying to shake the feeling of discomfort that lingers.Â
you hate how your voice sounded, how nervous you wereâlike a little kid facing down a bully.Â
get it together, you're a twenty-one year old adult. you tell yourself, trying to block out the way she looked at you, like you were someone she actually cared about.Â
you donât know this lena, and youâre not sure you want to.
as you head out to the pitch, you see sydney standing by the goalpost, and you practically breathe a sigh of relief.Â
your best friend on the team, your fiercest defender when it comes to lena, sydney notices immediately that somethingâs up when she sees your face.
âshe talked to you, didnât she?â sydney asks, her voice sharp. sheâs always had your back when it comes to lena, never liked the way she treated you.Â
all of the other girls at bayern hated how lena treated you, but sydney was more vocal about it.Â
âwhatâd she say?â
âjust... some bullshit about wanting to start over,â you say, shaking your head, your voice dripping with disbelief.Â
âlike she thinks weâre just going to be best friends now or something. like all of the shit she put me through doesnât matter.â
sydneyâs expression hardens, and she glares over at lena, whoâs standing off to the side of the pitch, looking a little lost and unsure as lea talks to tuva.Â
âwhat did she expect? that sheâd walk in and everything would be fine and dandy?â she scoffs, rolling her eyes.Â
âsheâs got a nerve, acting like youâre just supposed to forgive her instantly.â
âyeah, well, iâm not,â you say, your jaw tightening. ânot yet. maybe not ever.â
training starts, and as the drills go on, you feel lenaâs eyes on you a few timesâquick glances, like sheâs gauging whether to approach you again.Â
but every time she makes a move, sydney is there, blocking her path or shooting her a look that says, not now. eventually, lena seems to get the hint, and she keeps her distance, sticking close to lea.
after training, as youâre cooling down, you see lena approach sydney, her expression uncertain but determined.Â
âhey, um... is y/n okay?â you hear her ask, her voice low. âi didnât mean to... i donât know, make her uncomfortable.â
sydney, to her credit, doesnât sugarcoat anything. âlook, lena,â she says firmly, crossing her arms.Â
âyou know what happened between you two. you know what you did. donât expect her to like you immediately just because youâre being nice now. give her space. sheâs not... ready for this.â
lena nods slowly, looking over at you from across the pitch, her face falling slightly. âyeah... yeah, i get it. thanks.â
you donât know how much she means itâyou donât know if she really understands how much damage she did, how much sheâs hurt you over the years. and youâre not ready to find out, either. all you know is that seeing her in the same kit, wearing your clubâs crest, feels like a betrayal. and itâs going to take a lot more than nice words and pretty smiles to change that.
throughout the preseason she tried to engage with you more, but every time, you shied away. it wasnât that you couldnât talk to herâit was that you didnât want to.Â
not after how she made you feel.
lena, for her part, noticed. she wasnât stupid. she saw how you avoided her, how you never quite met her eyes. so one day, after a particularly awkward training session, she turned to her best friend lea for advice.
âwhy does y/n hate me so much?â lena asked, frowning as they sat together after practice.
lea glanced at her, âobi, are you serious?âÂ
lena sighed,
then lea sighed. âwell, itâs pretty obvious, lena. youâve been pushing her around and treating her like shit for years.â
lena blinked, clearly taken aback. âwhat do you mean?â
âi mean, youâve made her life miserable on the pitch,â lea explained patiently, even though lena pretends like the last three years didnât exist.
âpeople have been making jokes about her because of you, and youâŠyouâve entertained it. youâve never let up, even when it wasnât necessary. of course sheâs going to resent you. you made her feel small.â
lena was quiet for a long moment, her brow furrowing. she hadnât thought about it that way before.Â
sheâd just always seen it as competition, as banter. but now⊠now it made sense. âi didnât mean to,â she murmured.
âyeah, well,â lea said, âthat doesnât change how she feels.â
then, as if things couldnât get more complicated, lena tore her acl before the olympics in the summer. it was brutal, seeing her go down like that. and even though you resented her, a part of youâdeep downâfelt sorry for her.Â
you knew what it was like to be sidelined for months due to the same injury, to watch everything youâve worked for slip away.
so, you did something you didnât think youâd ever do: you texted her through instagram.
*hey. iâm sorry to hear about your injury. i hope you have a smooth recovery.*
you stared at your phone for a long time after hitting send, unsure if youâd regret it. lena responded quickly, thanking you, and trying to start a conversation. but you didnât give her much, keeping your replies short, not really engaging.Â
you werenât ready to let your guard down yet, even if she is on the same team with your teammates protecting you.
over the next two months, lena tried again and again to reach out, but you kept her at armâs length.Â
it wasnât until one day, after a particularly long rehab session, that she finally cornered you, her eyes soft but determined.
âcan we talk?â she asked, her voice gentler than youâd ever heard it.
you sighed but nodded, deciding it was time to hear her out. the two of you found a quiet spot in the training center, and she looked at you with something almost like regret in her eyes.
âi didnât realizeâŠhow much i hurt you,â lena began.Â
âi thought it was just part of the game, you know? but lea explained it to me. and i finally get it now. iâm so sorry.â
you crossed your arms, looking down at your shoes.Â
âyou made me a joke, lena. you acted like it was nothing, but i had to hear it from everyone. people comparing us, praising you, and making me feel likeâŠlike i wasnât good enough. and you encouraged it. you made me feel small.â
lenaâs face softened, and she stepped closer.Â
âthat was never my intention. i never meant to make you feel like that. i admired you. youâreâŠgoodness, y/n, youâre incredible on the pitch. youâre so fast, and the way you move with the ballâitâs like art. and off the pitch, youâreâŠyouâre kind. youâre good to people. i didnât realize how much that meant until lea pointed it out.â
you blinked, taken aback by her words. âwhat?â
lena sighed, running a hand through her hair.Â
âiâm saying i like you. iâve liked you for a while now. i just didnât know how to show it, so i acted like an idiot. i get it if you hate me. i probably deserve that.â
you stared at her, completely caught off guard.Â
âyouâre joking, right? are you serious? you canât just say something like that after everything. how can you feel that way after everything youâve said and done to me?â
âiâm not joking,â lena said softly, her eyes meeting yours. âi like you, y/n. and iâm sorry. i really am. i know i hurt you, but if you give me a chance, iâd like to make it up to you.â
you swallowed hard, trying to process everything. part of you wanted to stay angry, to hold onto the grudge youâd built up over the years. but another part of youâone that you didnât want to admit existedâwas intrigued.Â
was it possible that lena oberdorf, the girl who had made your life hell on the pitch, actually had feelings for you?
âi donât know,â you said slowly, your voice tight. âyou hurt me, lena. you pushed me around for years. you made me feel like i was less. iâm not just going to forget that because you have a crush.â
lena nodded, her expression serious. âi understand. iâm not asking you to forget. iâm just asking for a chance to prove that iâm not that person anymore.â
you hesitated, your walls still firmly in place. âif i even consider this,â you said carefully, âyou need to apologize. really apologize, not just say it because you think itâs what i want to hear.â
lena met your eyes, her voice steady. âiâm sorry, y/n. iâm sorry for the way i treated you, for making you feel like you werenât enough. youâre more than enough. youâve always been.â
you felt something shift in your chest, a soft crack in the armor youâd built up over the years. maybe, just maybe, lena meant it.
âokay,â you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. âweâll see.â
after months of unease, things start to shift. lena is at bayern now, and even though youâre not thrilled about it, youâve accepted that sheâs not going anywhere.Â
sheâs on the sidelines for every training session, every game, with that same determined look in her eyes, even though her acl injury keeps her off the pitch.Â
despite the resentment that still lingers, you canât help but feel like youâre softening toward her, little by little.Â
you've been bayernâs top scorer so far this season. after every game, lena comes onto the pitch to congratulate everyone. she goes around, hugging your teammates, and when she gets to you, her arms open, but you freeze.Â
âumâ can we do a handshake?â you suggest awkwardly, offering your hand instead of leaning in for the hug. lena hesitates but nods with a small smile, shaking your hand.
âgood game,â she says quietly, eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.
âthanks,â you mumble, trying not to meet her gaze for too long.Â
it goes on like that for a while. lena is kind, trying to talk to you, but you keep your distance. until one night in the champions league group stage against brann.Â
youâre in form, dominating the game. after the final whistle, you feel unstoppable, and for once, when lena comes up to you, the usual wall youïżœïżœve put up doesnât feel as necessary.Â
âthat was an incredible performance,â lena says, her voice softer than you expected. âthat goal of yours was fucking amazing!.â
something in her tone feels different, more genuine. you swallow, feeling a strange warmth in your chest.
âthank youu!â you say, and before you realize it, youâre leaning into her for a hug. itâs quick, but enough to catch lena off guard. when you pull back, you notice her slight smile, surprised but pleased.
lea sees it, of course. she catches your eye from across the pitch and raises an eyebrow, smirking as if to say, finally. you roll your eyes at her but canât help the small smile tugging at your lips.
the next game, however, things take a turn. you go down with a minor ankle injuryânothing serious, but enough to keep you out for a week. youâre frustrated, but during that time off, lena reaches out again.Â
"hey, do you wanna grab lunch?" she asks one afternoon after recovery workouts, catching you as youâre leaving the facility.Â
you hesitate, unsure.Â
âmaybe... georgia can come too?â you suggest, hoping for a buffer.Â
lena raises an eyebrow, but she nods.Â
âsure, if that makes you more comfortable.â
later, georgia tells you, âsorry, luv, i canât make it. i have some appointments at the tattoo shop today. youâll be fine without me though.âÂ
you groan, realizing youâre stuck going alone.
the lunch ends up going better than expected, despite your initial reluctance.Â
lena is... different. she talks about her recovery, how tough itâs been not being able to play, and how strange itâs been being around you in this new context.Â
âi just want to say iâm sorry again,â lena says halfway through the meal, catching you off guard. sheâs picking at her food, avoiding your gaze. âi know iâve apologized before, but... i was really awful to you for a long time.â
you blink, surprised at the sincerity in her voice. âyeah, you were,â you admit quietly, not really looking at her either. âbut... i guess itâs not as bad now. youâre trying, at least.â
lena smiles at that, small but genuine. âi am. i mean it, y/n. i really... i really do like you.â
you stare at her, the words hanging in the air. âyouâre serious about that? youâre not joking? you actually... like me?â
lenaâs eyes flick up to meet yours, and she nods. âi do. i know i havenât given you many reasons to believe me, but... itâs not a joke. not anymore.â
you donât say anything for a moment, processing her words. later, you find yourself going to lea about it.
âis she serious?â you ask her, sitting on the edge of your bed one night after training. âlike, does lena really have a crush on me or is she just... messing with me again?â
lea tilts her head, looking at you carefully. âsheâs serious, y/n. iâve known lena for years, and sheâs not the same person you faced on the pitch. sheâs not as bad as you think.â
âreally?â you furrow your brow. âbecause all iâve seen is her making my life hell.â
lea sighs, shaking her head. âyes, sheâs my bestfriend y/n. you only saw her bad side because you were rivals. but back when we were at essen, or even with the national team, sheâs... sheâs kind. she was always the first one to help out, the one who looked out for the younger players. she just got competitive with you.â
âyouâre saying sheâs always been kind? because iâve literally never seen it.â
lea nods, crossing her arms. âiâve seen it. sheâs not just this tough girl who wants to win everything. sheâs actually really thoughtful. sheâd always bring coffee to the team early in the morning. she once helped a teammate get to the airport when she missed her train... little things like that.â
youâre quiet for a moment, trying to imagine this version of lena. âhuh. i never knew that.â
âyou werenât supposed to,â lea shrugs. âyou guys were always butting heads, but that doesnât mean she didnât care. i think... i think she just didnât know how to show it. especially around you.â
you chew on that for a while.
in novemberâ it hits you suddenly one evening after training before the uwcl match against arsenal.Â
as youâre sitting on the edge of your bed, wearing comfy pajamas, your heart is pounding for no reason that you can explain.Â
itâs like a creeping realization that crawls up your spine and wonât let go: youâre developing feelings for lena.
you bury your face in your hands, groaning softly.Â
âgod, iâm so stupid,â you mutter to yourself. you can't believe itâlena, the girl who made you feel like absolute shit for years, the one who seemed to thrive on making you look bad on the pitch, the one whoâd taunted and tackled you like you were nothing.
how could you possibly like her? how could you feel anything for someone who made you feel so stupid and worthless?
but now, things are different. ever since lena joined bayern, sheâs been... well, kind. showing you this softer, gentler side that you never saw before. helping you during training, throwing out compliments here and there, catching you off guard with that stupid smile that makes you blush. and the more you see of this side of her, the more it eats away at you.
lena is genuinely sweet. sheâs... attractive. and that scares you.
you need to talk to someoneâsomeone who understands, someone who wonât judge you. so, you go to madga and pernille, the two adult players you trust most on the team.Â
they're like your mentors, the big sisters you never had, and when you knock on their door late that night, youâre practically shaking with nerves.
ây/n?â madgaâs voice is gentle as she opens the door, concern immediately clouding her features.Â
âwhatâs wrong?â
âcan... can i come in?â you ask, your voice wavering.Â
âof course,â pernille says, stepping aside to let you into their shared apartment. the space is cozy, a few blankets draped over the sofa, the faint smell of tea lingering in the air.
you sit down heavily on the couch, madga and pernille sitting on either side of you, giving you their full attention. âitâs about... lena,â you begin, hesitating, feeling your hands tremble in your lap.
madga and pernille exchange a lookâone that you canât read, but they donât interrupt. they just nod, encouraging you to continue.
âiâi think i might... like her,â you finally confess, your voice cracking on the last words. âand i canât believe it, because for so long i hated her. she made my life miserable on the pitch, and now sheâs being all... nice, and iâm... iâm starting to see how... god, how attractive she is, and itâs terrifying.â
pernille reaches out, placing a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. âitâs okay, y/n. itâs okay to feel conflicted.â
âiâm just... iâm so angry at myself,â you admit, tears threatening to spill over. âshe used to be so awful to me, you know? every time we played each other, sheâd do whatever she could to make me feel like i was nothing, just... trash-talking, tackling me, all of it. and now... now iâm supposed to believe sheâs this sweet, thoughtful person, like sheâs always been? and the worst part is... i do believe it. and itâs like iâm losing control of how i feel.â
madga lets out a small sigh, nodding as she processes your words. âpeople are complicated, y/n. we all have different sides to us. it sounds like... maybe lena was just showing you one side back thenâthe competitor, the rival, someone who was tasked to throw you off of the game. but maybe thatâs not all she is. youâre getting to see the real lena now.â
you shake your head, staring down at your hands. âbut why now? why show me this side now? why couldnât she have done it before? when iâwhen i actually hated her?â
âbecause itâs hard to show your softer side when youâre up against someone who you see as your biggest challenge,â pernille says softly.Â
âmaybe she didnât know how to show you who she really was. but that doesnât mean itâs not real now.â
âi just donât know what to do,â you whisper, feeling so lost.Â
âi donât know how to feel about her. some days i want to push her away, pretend like sheâs still that girl who used to treat me like crap. and then other days... i canât stop thinking about her. about the way she smiles, how she looks at me. i stare at her arms too sometimesâ gosh why am i saying that UGHH i donât know if i can trust it. trust... her.â
madga wraps her arm around you, pulling you close in a gentle side hug. âitâs okay to be scared. itâs okay to feel all of this. but you donât have to figure it out all at once. let it happen, y/n. let yourself feel what you feel.â
âbut what if she hurts me again?â you say, your voice light.Â
âwhat if this is all just... a game to her? what if iâm just going to be a joke again?â
ânoo way. if so, we will stop that,â pernille says, smiling softly. âwhatever happens, weâve got your back. but you have to let yourself feel it, even if itâs scary. if youâre really seeing a different side to lena, maybe thatâs worth seeing. or... maybe not. but you wonât know unless you let yourself try.â
you nod slowly, letting their words wash over you. maybe theyâre rightâmaybe youâre overthinking it. but the fear is still there, lingering, because falling for someone like lena means trusting her, and youâre not sure youâre ready for that.
but as you sit there, sandwiched between madga and pernille, you take a deep breath and let yourself relax. maybe, just maybe, itâll be okay. maybe this could be something real. and if itâs not... at least you know you wonât be alone.
by now itâs december, and itâs nearing christmas. the bayern locker room is filled with excitement. everyoneâs talking about their plans for the holidaysâfamily gatherings, trips abroad, dinners with loved ones.Â
you sit in the corner, pulling off your ivory colored cleats slowly, hoping no one will ask you. youâve always been good at hiding it, but this time it feels harder.Â
thereâs no family waiting for you, no friends flying in from home. just you.
sam kerr is the first to bring it up, naturally. sheâs sitting across from you, leaning back with her phone in hand, already talking about her plans.Â
âso, y/n,â she starts, her tone casual, but thereâs a glint of curiosity in her eyes.Â
âwhat are you doing for christmas? heading home, or what?â
you freeze for a second, then plaster on your usual smile. âuh, yeah. iâve got a friend visiting,â you lie, trying to keep your voice light, like itâs no big deal.
the entire locker room listens.
"oh?" georgia raises an eyebrow. âwhich friend? anyone we know?â
you laugh awkwardly, shaking your head. "nah, just an old friend from back home. you wouldnât know her."
"thatâs nice," ana chimes in from the other side of the room, clearly not sensing the tension behind your smile.
âiâm jealous. all my friends are still stuck at their parentsâ houses in colombia. it's family overload." ana continues.
you nod along, trying to seem as normal as possible. âyeah, well, itâll be nice to catch up.â
but then, tuva joins in, her usual sharp instincts picking up something. she looks at you, her eyes narrowing slightly. "youâve never mentioned this friend before. how come?"
you feel your stomach tighten. "we... we donât talk much. theyâre in university. we are just, you know, catching up for the holidays."
tuva tilts her head, still studying you, but thankfully, she doesnât push further. instead, the conversation shifts as the others talk about their own plans again. but you can feel the tightness in your chest, the weight of the lie sitting uncomfortably on your shoulders.Â
you canât help but wonder if any of them can tell.
as you finish changing and start heading out, georgia catches up to you.Â
âhey, y/n,â she says softly, her voice just a bit quieter, as if sensing somethingâs off. âyou good? you seemed... i donât know, distracted earlier.â
you force a smile again. âyeah, just tired. itâs been a long week.â
georgia doesnât look convinced, but she lets it go, offering you a soft smile. âwell, if you need anything over christmas, let me know, alright? we can always meet up if your plans fall through.â
âthank you,â you mumble, appreciating her kindness but knowing youâll never take her up on that offer.Â
youâve gotten used to spending the holidays alone, and this year will be no different.
christmas day arrives, and true to your word, youâre alone.Â
you walk to your favorite cafĂ©, the one where the baristas know your order without you even having to ask.Â
the streets are quiet, the festive buzz from days prior now fading into a peaceful stillness. youâve got your true crime book tucked under your arm, planning to spend the afternoon reading, just like every year.
as you step inside the cafĂ©, you smile at the baristas, leaving a generous tip in their jar.Â
"merry christmas," you say, offering them a small nod before settling into your usual spot by the window.
outside of the team, outside of football, you consider yourself to be a loner. due to childhood trauma involving neglect, you donât talk to your family. in fact, football was your escape from them.Â
you never made an effort to have friends outside of the clubs you played for. the hobbies you have never involved meeting other people. youâre aware that you shouldnât have your life surrounded by football, but it was the thing that saved you.Â
even âsheâ couldnât break you from playing football for those three years.Â
youâre halfway through the first chapter of your book when the door swings open. at first, you donât pay much attention, too focused on the pages in front of you. but then you hear familiar footsteps, and out of habit, you glance up. your heart drops when you see who it is.
lena.
you immediately duck your head, trying to hide behind your book, but itâs too late. lena stops mid-step, her eyes widening in surprise as she spots you.Â
she pauses for a moment, clearly taken aback, before heading straight toward your table.
ây/n?â she asks, her voice carrying a mix of confusion and curiosity.Â
âwhat are you doing here?â
you swallow hard, forcing yourself to look up. âuh... just grabbing a coffee,â you reply, your voice stiff.
lenaâs eyes flicker with suspicion as she pulls out the chair across from you and sits down backwards on the chair, her arms resting on top of the wood..Â
âwhereâs your friend? the one who was supposed to visit?â
your pulse quickens, and for a split second, you consider keeping up the lie.Â
but something about the way sheâs looking at you, her brow furrowed with genuine concern, makes you crumble.
âthey... they couldnât make it,â you admit, your voice quieter now. âsomething came up.â
lena studies you for a moment, her gaze softening. âyouâre lying,â she says gently, but thereâs no malice in her voice.Â
âthere was never a friend. youâre spending christmas alone, arenât you?â
you sigh, dropping your gaze to the table. âyeah,â you finally admit, feeling the weight of the truth settle around you.Â
âiâve always spent it alone. itâs... just how it is.â
lenaâs expression softens even more, and she leans forward slightly, her voice quiet but firm.Â
âyou donât have to spend it alone, y/n. come with me. iâm not doing anything either, my parents are visiting my brother.â
you blink, surprised by the offer. âlena, you donât have toââ
âiâm not letting you spend christmas in a cold cafĂ© by yourself,â she interrupts, her tone leaving no room for argument.Â
âcome on. iâve got rookie at home, weâll cook something, and i can put on some disney christmas movies. itâll be fun.â
you hesitate, glancing around the empty cafĂ© before looking back at her. âi donât know, lena...â
âplease,â she insists, her eyes searching yours. âitâs christmas. no one should be alone.â
after a long pause, you finally nod. âokay. but only because you said disney movies.â
lena grins, standing up and grabbing her coat. âdeal.â
âalso, whatâs a rookie? you said youâve got a rookie at home.â you question as lena holds the door open for you.
âyouâll see.â lena smirks.Â
in her apartment, the atmosphere is warm and cozy. rookie, her dog, greets you excitedly at the door, his tail wagging as he sniffs at your legs.
âawe whoâs this?â you smile, going on your knees as you scratch the dogâs ears.Â
âthis is rookie!â lena says, admiring you and rookie interacting.Â
âthis is the rookie!!!â you squeak.
âhe likes you,â lena says, smiling as she watches rookie lay in front of me.
âiâm a dog person, and a cat person too but rookie is so cute!!â you bend down to give rookie a scratch behind the ears.
as the afternoon goes on, you and lena fall into an easy rhythm.Â
you help her prepare dinner, chopping vegetables while she stirs the sauce on the stove.Â
itâs quiet, but not awkwardâjust peaceful. every now and then, she glances at you, and you catch her staring, but you pretend not to notice.
later, youâre both curled up on the couch, a disney movie playing in the background while rookie lies at your feet. youâre comfortable, your shoulder brushing against hers, and for the first time in a while, you feel... content.
âthanks for today,â you mumble, your head resting on the back of the couch as you glance over at her.
lena looks at you, her expression soft. âiâm just glad you didnât have to be alone,â she says quietly.Â
âyou donât deserve that.â
you swallow, feeling a lump form in your throat. âiâve been alone for so long, i guess i just got used to it.â
the taller german woman starts to feel an ache in her stomach. everyday she wishes that she could go back and treat you normally on the pitch instead of being a bully. if she knew that you went through this outside of football, she wouldâve left you alone.Â
lenaâs gaze lingers on you as she thinks, something unspoken passing between you.Â
âyou donât have to be,â she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
and in that moment, you realize it. the feelings youâve been trying to push away for months, the ones you tried to convince yourself werenât realâtheyâre there.Â
but you still have to ask her something, to find closure to the past.
still curled up on her couch with a blanket over your legs, rookie still sprawled out happily at your feet. you never thought youâd be spending christmas with the one person who used to make you burn with anger every time you saw her.
lena is relaxed, and youâre getting there, too, bit by bit. youâre comfortable nowâactually comfortableâand you can feel her warmth beside you, feel the weight of how things have changed between you two. the silence is easy, broken only by the soft sound of the movie playing and rookieâs gentle snores.
âcan i ask you something?â you say softly, turning to look at her. your voice is careful, not wanting to ruin the moment but needing to know.
lena glances at you, her eyes curious, a small smile playing on her lips. âof course.â
you take a breath, trying to find the right words.Â
âwhy... why did you hate me so much before? back when we were... rivals, i guess. you were so... aggressive, and it always felt like you had something against me. but now youâre... different. so what changed?â
lena looks away, biting her lip like sheâs trying to decide how much to say. the tension of the moment makes your chest tighten, but you wait, giving her time.Â
after a long pause, she finally speaks.
âi never hated you like i said,â she admits quietly, her eyes focused on the christmas lights twinkling across the room.Â
âi know it felt like that, but... it wasnât hate. it was... god, it was the opposite, really. i talked to lea and jill a lot back then, when i was at wolfsburg, and... i didnât know how to deal with how i felt about you.â
you tilt your head, furrowing your brow in confusion. âwhat do you mean?â
lena sighs, running a hand through her hair. âi... asked lea and jill for help. i didnât know how to get your attention. it sounds stupid now, but... the only way i knew how was... being that way on the pitch. the aggression, the pushingâit was the only way i felt like i could have a piece of you.â
you blink, trying to process her words, the way they seem to pull back the curtain on everything you thought you knew.Â
âso, what... you acted like that just to get me to pay attention to you?â
âyeah,â lena says, her voice softening as she looks back at you, meeting your eyes.Â
âi was so focused on... being seen by you, even if it was just you being mad at me. it was selfish, and iâm sorry for all of it. itâs not fair that i treated you like that. i feel terrible about it actuallyâ
youâre silent for a moment, and then you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. âyou know... we couldâve been friends from the start. we had so many mutual friends, lena. itâs not like you couldnât have just... talked to me.â
lenaâs smile turns sad, almost regretful. âbut i never wanted to be just friends with you,â she says quietly, the words hanging in the air between you.Â
âi always wanted more. thatâs why... i couldnât just be nice and friendly like everyone else. it didnât feel like enough.â
you nod slowly, her words settling into you like the last piece of a puzzle finally clicking into place.
 itâs like understanding something youâve been grappling with for so long. âi get that,â you whisper. âit was... a lot, though. for a long time, i didnât know what to make of it. of you.â
âi know,â lena says, and she reaches out, her fingers brushing against your cheek as she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. âbut... iâm not that person anymore. iâve changed. and i want to be better for you.â
you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past start to lift from your shoulders, piece by piece. you realize, in this quiet, cozy moment, that youâre ready to let it go.Â
âi finally feel like... like iâve gotten over the past,â you say softly, your voice steady as you look into her eyes. âand... i forgive you, lena.â
the words are like a release, freeing both of you from everything that came before. lenaâs eyes soften, and without thinking, you lean in, pressing your lips to hers in a gentle, tentative kiss.Â
itâs soft and sweet, like the world has slowed down around you. she holds your waist and lets you lay down on hers after you pull away. now youâre cuddling as rookie adjusted himself to sit on the other side of lena.Â
âi think...â you whisper, smiling as you finally let yourself say it out loud. âi think iâm catching feelings for you, too.â
lenaâs eyes light up, and she pulls you closer, her lips finding yours again, this time deeper, more certain.Â
"merry christmas," lena whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple after you pulled away again.
"merry christmas," you reply, snuggling into her warmth, knowing that things have totally changed for the better.
part three
#lena oberdorf#lena oberdorf x reader#woso fanfics#woso community#woso x reader#gerwnt#bayern frauen#pernille harder#magdalena eriksson#lea schĂŒller#sydney lohmann#georgia stanway
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sukuna is that one boy in class that will do anything to annoy u bc he doesnt know any other way of showing his affection
he loves to see you jumping up and down as he holds something above your head, a nasty smirk showing on his face
aims to get you eliminated first in any game played during p.e (yeah, no mercy for those legs of yours when its dodgeball)
or if you end up in the same team as him heâd use you as a shield for any incoming attacks from the opposite team (even tho we all know this bitch can dodge like a pro)
its so cute how he gets himself eliminated on purpose afterwards tho, so he can sit beside you and annoy you more.
messes up your hair whenever hes walking past... so now you have a habit of instinctively covering your head with your hands whenever hes walking by and it makes him and uraume chuckle...
would be the first to howl with laughter, clutching at his stomach, whenever you make a fool of yourself. you tried to kick a soccer ball, but missed the ball entirely and your shoe went flying instead. and then you had to chase after him bc he snatched it up and went running đ
if youre a jumpy person, heâd take any chance to scare the living lights out of you. he loves seeing you get all freaked out, screeching (100% chases you around holding a roach)
but sukuna makes it very clear that he is the only one thats allowed to toss you around like this, he would kick the next person that tried to the same
if anyone else told you that hes usually stoic and moody you go đ€š bc this man is so lively around you
sukuna is so BORED when youre not around, it drives him insane
heâd probably mellow out more as he gets closer to you but still, the teasing is relentless as always
if there is a day where heâs upset you fr bc, idk you were already in a bad mood or something, he would most likely not know how to cheer you up... maybe heâd leave u a drink from the vending machine on ur desk. whatâs your go-to drink? strawberry or chocolate milk? pocari sweat? apple or orange juice? (hes around you often, so he prolly knows what you get the most from the machine)
you know that this is the closest thing to an apology that you can get from him so you accept it anyway
at some point, sukuna will assume that youâre already aware of his feelings for you. he gives you so much attention, surely you know by now, right? wrong. youre absolutely clueless, and when he brings it up one day, you just sit there like, what??
âare you playing dumb, or are you fuckinâ stupid?â
you get all defensive and the two of you start bickering.
âenough of that. well, now you know,â he nonchalantly tells you.
youre so confused bc youve never thought of him in that way and you tell him that youll have a think about it... to which he clicks his tongue in annoyance and says âfineâ
he keeps pestering you for an answer after that! you keep running away from him. (its like youre triggering his hunting instincts, making him chase you around)
his usual teasing ensues but something feels different... you feel more flustered and your heart races more than it used to... (he notices it all)
when you eventually give him an answer and say âi like you too...â he will respond with âyeah, i thought so.â
watch out bc sukuna is the type to move things fast. blink once and you might already be married to him.
Masterlist
#sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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It will continue to be Your Fault until you acknowledge the problem.
âButââ No. âOh thats rudeââ No its not. âWhyââ Be quiet.
How many more times will you fail to realize the problem is you? Youâre the cause of all of your failures, miserable life, Etc etc. Its all created from you, Then you come with crocodile tears into someoneâs inbox or dmâs âoh iâve been trying for SOOO long and havenât been successful!!!!â Well yeah i mean i wonder why you havenât, look what you just came and complained about. If youâre a person whoâs been in the LOA community for however long then you know everything is created from within you right? words hold power. You created your failures. Nobody else did it, it was always and will continue to be your fault until you acknowledge it. No iâm not being mean iâm just being straightforward with you. Thats what you want right? you constantly scroll on tumblr, live your same shitty life and then come and search for answers? Well iâm telling you the truth its your fault. Why arenât you putting yourself on the pedestal?
Youâre too busy worrying about âoh this gives me instant manifestation because XYZ said it does so now iâm gonna try it.â
Moments later. âOH MY GOD! this person is a liar! i fail at everything i do!â
Didnât i just mention that words hold power? and you just made an assumption that you fail at everything you do? Your fault. Sometimes i wish i can pull some of you through the screen and yell genuine common sense into your face until it finally clicks for you. But you know, youâll continue to be brain dead, and rot in your bed for hours on end looking for god knows what. But who am I to tell you what to do? Keep living that boring life though!
IT WILL FOREVER BE YOUR FAULT.
Your failures - Your fault
Your life - your fault
Your losses- your fault
Your failed relationship - Your fault
Your shitty mentality - Your fault
Your lack of understanding- your fault
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