#but there was only ever one group in my heart

[aurorawritestoescape]

THE PHOTO

Frankie Morales x f!reader || 580 words

Summary: you find Frankie’s photo.

Tw: none, fluff, young Frankie, insecure reader, pining, loveeeee

A/n: I needed some comfort so I wrote this little thing, inspired by the picture above. Hope you’ll like it<3 kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 dividers by @saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST || more Frankie

You’re looking at a photo of Frankie and soon tears well up in your eyes. Strong emotions overwhelm your heart and you take a deep breath and press your palm to your chest, trying to calm down.

Frankie and you were group mates in college. You saw each other almost every day but you tried to keep your distance, hiding a huge crush on the guy. Full of insecurities and fears all you dared to do was to steal glances at him here and there, but sometimes, when he wasn’t looking, you couldn’t help but stare.

During classes you would daydream about taking his cap off, running your fingers through his soft curls, hugging his broad shoulders, kissing his plush lips. He often chewed on his pencil, brows furrowed, gaze full of thought, and you were sure that it was the cutest thing in the world.

Whenever Frankie caught you looking at him, he would smile, and your cheeks would immediately heat up. You’d drop your eyes to the desk, frozen, trying to stop your heart from beating too loudly.

That smile of his, playful but never mocking, when directed at you, was a highlight of your day. Yet you were not the only one he smiled at, you thought, he was just friendly like that. You weren’t special.

Frankie was wonderful - kind, helpful, handsome. He’d never be with someone like you. You tried very hard not to idolise him but the nagging voice in your head always reminded you that you didn’t deserve him, weren’t worth his attention. You used to avert your eyes from his, as they were too piercing, too beautiful, they burnt you every time you felt them set on your face.

One day Frankie and you came to classes early and the hall was empty except for the two of you. He began chatting with you and you talked back, shyly at first, shaking like a little bunny inside. But the more you talked, the lighter you felt, and soon you were laughing at his jokes, looking him right in the eye. The fire that had scorched you before turned into the sun, warming and gentle, breathtakingly exciting but comforting at the same time. Your soul was singing when he was there with you and you thought that your heart was right when it had chosen him. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on your part but Frankie seemed upset when the other students joined you.

Lost in the memories, with the picture still in your hand, your eyelashes still wet, you don’t notice Frankie walking up to you until his strong arms wrap around your waist from behind and you feel his bearded chin rubbing the delicate skin at the crease of your neck. His naked chest is warming up your back like a furnace through your thin nightie and you happily sink into his embrace as he asks,

“What are you doing here, my love? You know I hate waking up alone.”

“Nothing. Just found this photo of you by accident. Look, you were so young and handsome.”

“And now I’m old and ugly, uh?” He grumbles with a fake annoyance in his voice and you giggle, turning around and throwing your arms around his neck.

“Well, maybe less young but as handsome as ever,” you whisper against his lips before giving him a soft kiss. Frankie hums with pleasure, hugging you tightly, and then parts from your mouth to gruff,

”C’mon, let’s get you back to bed, Mrs Morales.”

“Love when you call me that,” you purr and gasp when he lifts you in his arms and carries you to the bedroom.

Thank you for reading! Leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the story<3

MASTERLIST || more Frankie

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[loonavrsl]

241128 [💌] Yves' letter to fans for her 7th debut anniversary

Hi! I just arrived home after finishing dance lessons. It's a pity to have the day pass by as soon as I arrive, and so I write. It had snowed just like this, on that day. Coming home while stepping on the soft snow, I briefly glimpsed my past self. I used to get called over by teachers at school and be scolded for grasping at clouds, because I wanted to become a singer. On the two-hour ride home aboard the 1002 bus, the pitch-black darkness outside the window seemed just like my future. What if I really was chasing clouds? Those times, seemingly in my grasp but never quite, would always scatter like the morning fog. Meanwhile, I shed my school uniform and the first digit of my age changed, but my days were cruel. I'd walk an hour's distance to save money on fares, shedding the snow piled up on my shoulders and listening to Haseul's "Let Me In". I vividly remember myself wiping the damp screen with shattering cold hands, looking at that album cover again and again, running to my part-time job. I don't think I could ever forget being accepted to the company I'd been rejected from twice, and coming face-to-face with Haseul. I think it was an incredibly big happiness to be able to do the music I like, together with the precious relationships that I'd never have met if it wasn't for the group. True happiness can only be felt after experiencing misfortune, did they say? Maybe the heavens were jealous, or maybe I did wrongs in my past life, but after spending a year that felt like a decade, I was standing on the stage alone. They also say that no pain is meaningless. Even though my past self may have been upset, I'm assured that that has made me a little more sturdy and resilient. But why does a corner of my heart ache. Perhaps it is aimed towards you all. Have you ever seen a shooting star? When I blew out my birthday candles, I'd often try to get as many wishes in as possible and the candle would drip onto the cake. One night, at the shooting star rushing towards me in the sky I'd just looked up at, I wished without hesitation: 'Please let everyone be happy'. I don't know if that wish is still valid, but like the meteor headed to me then, perhaps I too am rushing towards that happiness that I don't know of yet. Please don't hate me. I am not a bad person. Tonight, I hear those words that I endlessly repeated and repeated inside myself for six years, like an echo. Now, when the vestige of those echoes fade, I want to speak anew in a calm voice. Thank you for loving me. Someday, when this resonance ends, I'd like to impart another new set of words to you. On this silent night with the world covered in white snow, leaving my clamorous heart behind; to you, to whom I want to give only love.

Translation by: litell_johnn

[hippolotamus]

"Are you going to be okay?" + Bucktommy

No. No, I am not 😭 Please remember this is an angst prompt and that I love you so, so much 💞

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your smile and the sound of your voice | T | 1.2k

“Are you going to be okay, Buckaroo?” 

Hen taps the neck of her beer against his and nudges his shoulder. 

“Yeah, of course.” He checks his phone again and sees the text he’s been waiting for from Eddie.

Be there in 5

“Yeah,” he says again, brighter and easier. Like he’s suddenly got more room to breathe.

She fondly rolls her eyes, letting him know she’s not buying it but she’s here for him all the same. 

His gut twists with nerves, like he inhaled an entire roll of Mentos and chased it with a two liter of Coke. He’s fine, though. He’s more than likely tachycardic, and he’s sweating like a pig, but he’s good. Honestly. 

Why wouldn’t he be? His family is supporting him through one of the more dramatic moves he’s ever tried to pull off. And he didn’t have to say a word for them to buy into his unhinged plan. They just- did. Albeit with many unvoiced concerns communicated in shared glances and whatever telepathy thing Hen and Chim have going on. Still, they’re here and he’s so, so grateful. He’ll want them to celebrate or if… well, he just needs them either way.

He taps his foot nervously, gripping the karaoke mic tighter and watching the seconds tick by on his watch. And then he sees him. His world stops when Tommy notices him. Their gaze locks across the room like one of those cheesy rom coms that Tommy loves. The kind they’d watch on the couch, or in bed together on a lazy afternoon. Buck wishes it was actually one of those meet cute moments where the main characters have a love at first sight experience. 

Instead, Eddie and Chim are nudging Tommy towards the front of the bar, urging him not to turn and run. All so Buck can cut his heart open and bleed out on the stage for him – for them – and hope he has enough time before his veins run dry. 

Tommy reluctantly sits on the bar stool strategically placed front and center. He’s flanked by Eddie, Chim, Maddie, Hen, Karen and Josh like a group of off kilter secret service agents. And yet he’s still looking at Buck with this mix of adoration and exasperation. Like nothing changed and he’s just here to watch his boyfriend be an idiot.

Buck’s heart pounds behind his ribcage and it’s all he can do to stay standing. He takes a swig of his beer, not that it does much when his mouth feels drier than the Sahara. Hopefully Tommy will understand needing a little liquid courage if only because he knows how much Buck hates singing in public. 

“Ready?” The DJ asks him.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Buck’s eyes flick to the screen, knowing his piece begins immediately. There’s no intro or lead up. Just Buck and whatever’s left of his dignity. 

“If you change your mind-” he winces as his voice cracks, “I’m the first in line. Honey, I’m still free, take a chance on me.”

Christ, it’s so off key but he’s on a roll now and gaining confidence with every note. 

“Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie, if you put me to the test, if you let me try!” Buck sweeps his free hand over his torso, peacocking in every sense of the word.

Tommy scrubs at his face, looking for all the world like he wishes the floor would open up and swallow him whole. Not that Buck blames him. 

“Please don’t make this harder.” Tommy sighs. Silently begs with a pleading look. 

Buck sings louder to drive the point home. “You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair. But I think you knoooow, that I can’t let go.” 

Even with Tommy’s palm covering his mouth, Buck can still see the smile glowing in those blue eyes he always wants to stay lost in. 

He steps off the stage, flirty and confident as his friends make room for him to circle the man he’s over the goddamn moon about. The man he’s so fucking in love with that he’s willing to humiliate himself in front of their colleagues. “You say that I waste my time, but I can’t get ya off my mind. No, I can’t let goooo. ‘Cause I love you so.” 

Buck shrugs playfully, drinking in the embarrassed smirk he’s so familiar with. Just one of the dozens of expressions he’s catalogued over their months together. And tortured himself with in the weeks since Tommy broke his heart. Both of their hearts, really. 

By now, the crowd is clapping and cheering him on as he sings his lungs out, strutting around like the lovesick fool that he is. 

“Honey, I’m still free. Take a chance on me!” 

The song fades out, coming to an end as he slides on his good knee. He stops in front of Tommy, panting and flushed, baring his soul for everyone at the badge and ladder to see. Except he only needs one person to see it. To see everything and not be terrified.

“I know I fucked up before and I- I rushed things. And I know this isn’t how any of this should have happened. But you wouldn’t answer me or- or return my calls or texts.” His jaw trembles, voice breaking as tears drip off his chin. “You can take your time, baby. I’m in no hurry.” 

Buck risks reaching for Tommy’s hand, threading their fingers together. “Tommy. Sweetheart. Take a chance on me. Again. Please.”

It feels like a truce, like a fresh beginning. Like the start of something.

“Evan.” 

Buck’s blood fizzes like champagne, bursting with hope. Tommy smiles, a lopsided thing, and oh Buck can hardly sit still long enough to hear what comes next. But he has to, he needs to be patient. Not impulsive, not like before. 

“Buck,” Tommy corrects. 

The world seems to collapse around him. His chosen name sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Like a sour note in an otherwise beautiful aria. 

A tear escapes, rolling down Tommy’s cheek, past his now wobbly lip. “I wish I could. This is- it’s sweet and no one’s ever done anything like this for me before.” Tommy looks up at the ceiling, just like he did that night in the loft, and then meets Buck’s gaze again. “You are gonna be someone’s once in a lifetime. I just know it. But not-” There’s a strangled sound between them, from god knows where. Maybe it’s Buck, maybe it’s Tommy. Maybe it’s both. 

“I’m sorry,” Tommy whispers. 

In a blink, Buck’s hand is empty and Tommy’s weaving through the crowd. Leaving him all over  again.

“No, wait! Hold on!” Buck drops the microphone, ready to chase after him this time. Like he didn’t before. Like he should have. He apologizes as he knocks into tables and past servers until he’s finally out in the cool night air. He licks the salty tears from his lips, frantically searching in every direction. It hasn’t been that long. Buck was seconds behind. Tommy has to be here. 

But he’s not. There’s no sign of him in the crowds of people walking by. People laughing and talking and living their lives with fully formed hearts. All of them ignorant to Buck and his despair. 

“Wait,” he rasps, falling to his knees in the middle of the filthy LA sidewalk. “Please wait.” 

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

Happy Birthday, Yuuri!

To commemorate the birthday of our precious Katsudon, I would love to share with you this uplifting and light-hearted one-shot:

Summary: After another failed attempt at qualifying for the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri returns to Detroit on his birthday, defeated, disheartened, and determined to quit skating. All he wants is to mourn his missed chance to skate on the same ice as his long-time crush and idol in peace. But his roommate Phichit has different plans. Because a defeat is no reason to give up on your greatest dream.

Characters: Katskui Yuuri, Phichit Chulanont, Celestino Cialdini, Phichit's hamsters

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Self-confidence issues, Friendship, pre-canon, Viktor Nikiforov makes a cameo as merch, Phichit is the most annoying and most caring best friend, canon compliant, Yuuri lives and trains in Detroit, is this a pillow or an inflatable doll

Excerpt:

Yuuri sighed. The tears that had lurked in the corners of his eyes ever since his disastrous free skate two days ago welled up. “I will never make it to an international podium. I wanted to skate at the same level as Viktor, to stand on the podium with him. I wanted to win a gold medal for Japan. Just once. But I can’t see it ever happening.”

Phichit picked Taeng from his shoulder and handed the tiny fur ball to Yuuri. “But you’re getting there, Yuuri! You made it into the last group! You achieved a new personal best!”

I achieved this personal best with a higher base score and good programme component scores, but this can compensate for the flubbed jumps only so much. Other skaters are just better than me. It’s better to quit before my inaptitude destroys my last chance to impress Viktor.

“I was lucky because two skaters missed their jump combination,” Yuuri said, cupping the tiny hamster.

“See? Every skater has good and bad performances! That’s life! Just keep going, Yuuri! Viktor Nikiforov would never give up!”

Viktor Nikiforov is a natural and a genius. He’s never been in a situation where he thought about giving up.

“Yuuri.” Phichit patted Yuuri’s leg wearing a broad grin. “I’ve got you a gift that will cheer you up and keep the dream alive.” He pulled a long object enveloped in hearts-and-balloons wrapping paper from under Yuuri’s bed, “There you go!”

“Um, Phichit-kun.” Warmth spread inside Yuuri. He released Taeng on the comforter. ”You shouldn’t have.”

Phichit’s brown eyes shone with sincerity. “You’re my best friend, Yuuri. You helped me when I came here last year. You helped me build a labyrinth for my hamsters. Of course, I’ve got you a gift.” He pressed the huge, squishy object into Yuuri’s arms.

“Um, what is this? This feels either like a sleeping bag or a corpse wrapped into a rug.”

His friend’s laughter filled the small room. “Yuuri!” he exclaimed. “You’re almost right! You can take it with you to bed and there’s someone inside.” He picked up another hamster from the floor—Pensri, and set her on his shoulder. “So, it’s basically someone to sleep with.”

What? This was so typical for Phichit. I shouldn’t have told him I never had a relationship.

“If this is an inflatable doll, Phichit-kun…”

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In the almost 4 years since I've discoverd Yuri!!! On Ice, Yuuri has given me so much. Because of of him, I was able to overcome my anxiety issues and figure out the last of my queer labels. Thank you for existing 💙❄⛸

[lvckystar]

⊱　　₊　　𝑰 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝘐𝘍 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠 𝘐 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘍𝘐𝘕𝘋 𝘈 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘕　　₊⠀　❄️ ⠀⠀ა

◟ ₊ welcome to . . .

⊱　₊　❆ 　𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹　𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘛 　.ᐟ — a small island off new england , where sandy beaches are frosted in snow and feels like the inside of a snow globe someone keeps shaking to life . this is where you will find bits and pieces of everything i have ever loved , and every version of me that has ever existed . nostalgia is as warm as scent of cinnamon that spills from brewed awakening , where the barista always made sure to add a few extra marshmallows to my ( many ) cups of hot chocolate as a child , as if sugar will sweeten the ache of growing up .

it is true that many of us were born into this little snow globe of ours — but not all of us stayed . i think silver point was a launch pad for some , too small to hold big dreams . they took their childhoods , tied them in neat little bows and traded our island for something greater . the rest of us ? we stayed . because the roots were tangled too deep , because love held us in place , because someone had to stay . we stayed because sometimes a place doesn't let you go . it swallows you whole .

i don't hold resentment towards anyone who left silver point , because grief is an emotion that overpowers resentment . and , today ? we will all grieve the loss of mario viguna . he was there for all of us , for the ones with the courage to dream and for the ones whose hearts were heavy with what - ifs . and in true fashion , he will make sure to bring us back together for not only the holidays , but for a final goodbye . i have a feeling this year's holiday season will be a love letter . to mario . to the ones who stayed . to the ones who left . to the pieces of us we lost along the way .

₊　 ❆ 　𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹　 𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘛 is a tight - knit discord rp that focuses on the residents of silver point , an island on the outskirts of new england . the people who stayed , the people who left . . . and just how much a place can change within a few short years .

⊱　₊ we are a selective group who are looking for eleven members to join us ! if you're interested , please give this post a like . links will be sent out on friday !

[erebusbabylon]

GIF by @5ummit

ROP! Celebrimbor x Reader

Short little thing I thought of at Costco today because I am 100% normal.

Overprotective Celebrimbor, kiss and make up type shit.

No warnings

The council chamber was filled with the low murmur of voices as Celebrimbor and his advisors gathered around a sturdy oak table, maps and reports scattered before them. The air was thick with tension as they discussed the recent sightings of mountain trolls near the foothills of Eregion. Celebrimbor, his brow furrowed, traced the outline of the affected area on the map with his finger.

“We need to send a scout group to investigate these sightings,” one advisor suggested, his voice steady. “If the trolls are indeed moving closer, we must assess the threat before it escalates.”

“Agreed,” Celebrimbor replied, glancing around the table. “But we must choose our scouts wisely. This is not a journey to be taken lightly.”

As the discussion continued, you entered the room, your presence commanding immediate attention. You had been listening from the doorway, your heart racing at the thought of the potential threat. The meeting paused as you stepped forward.

“Celebrimbor,” you began, drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. “I want to go with the scouts.”

A hush fell over the chamber, and Celebrimbor’s expression shifted from surprise to concern. “Darling, this is not a matter for you to decide,” he said firmly, a trace of shock in his voice. “It’s too dangerous.”

“But I can help!” you insisted, your frustration building. “I’m capable! Have you forgotten my contributions in the first age? I fought along side Fingolfin and slayed many of Morgoth's beasts. I am not to be overlooked just because I carry the title of Lady of Eregeion."

The tension in the room thickened, the advisors exchanging glances as Celebrimbor struggled to maintain his composure. Finally he spoke, "Can we have the room please?" he said firmly. His advisors got up from their chairs and filed past you into the hall. When the last one had stepped out you shut the heavy wooden door behind them.

Celebrimbor leaned forward over the oak table, his gaze steady. “You have responsibilities here, my light. If we send a scout group, it will be dangerous. I am not dismissing your achievements of the first age, but those battles are long behind us. You need not put yourself in danger. "

"I understand that," you shot back, your voice loud and firm. "But I want to be out there, I want to be of real use to our people!"

“Real Use?” Celebrimbor echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You are the Lady of Eregion. Your role is vital to our people.”

You scoffed at his statement. "Oh yes, because managing our household and hosting dinners for dignitaries is so vital to Eregion's survival." You rolled your eyes.

"Is that what you think of your role?" He said in disbelief. "You see yourself only as a party planner and laundry washer?"

"Not entirely, but let's be honest - If you had no Lady at your side, Eregion would not collapse into ruin."

"Eregion would not, but I would." He said, his voice catching in his throat. "If something happened to you, I would never recover. Ever."

His words made your heart sink.

"I know you are worried, but I can take care of myself." You pleaded.

Celebrimbor sighed, running a hand through his golden hair. “I understand your desire to do something other than your normal duties, but I cannot allow you to take this risk. Eregion has known peace for too long, and I cannot help but fear what lurks in the shadows. I am sorry, but my answer is no.”

You crossed your arms defiantly. “You can’t forbid me from doing this. I’m not a child to be protected from every danger. I can handle myself. I do not need your permission!"

"You're right, you are not a child, but you are my wife, and as your husband it is my job to ensure your safety. You will not be going with the scout group. That is my final answer." He said plainly.

"I do not need your permission. I am going." You turned to leave but before you could, Celebrimbor shouted at you to stop.

"Do not take another step!" He yelled, much louder than he had ever spoken to you.

He could tell by the look on your face he had startled you with his command.

"Please." He added in a barely audible whisper. "Please stay."

You shot him a severe look. Celebrimbor walked around the table and stood in front of you.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice. But I can't stand the thought of you going mountain troll hunting." He reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Don't be dramatic, beloved. It's not mountain troll hunting, its just a reconnaissance mission." you said with a small smile. Your expression softened, but annoyance still flickered in your eyes. “I appreciate your concern, but I need to be more than just a figurehead. I want to stand beside you, not behind you.”

Celebrimbor looked into your eyes, seeing the fierce determination that mirrored his own. “I cannot give you my blessing to go” he said finally, “but you're right, I cannot stop you either.”

You let out a frustrated sigh. "I just want to be more than my title. I feel as if I am becoming too soft, too comfortable."

"That was the whole point." he said brightly, smiling. "I made you Lady of Eregion so you could become soft and comfortable. I was desperate for you to be safe after everything we experienced in the first age. I built this city for us, to finally find shelter from the dangers and darkness that has pursued our people since we left Valinor." He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you softly.

You leaned into his kiss, your hands finding their way to his hair. You stood in the council chamber lost in one another for several moments when a sharp knock at the door tore your attention back to the reality at hand.

Celebrimbor took his position back behind the table and motioned for you to open the door.

"I'm sorry, My Lord but we must make haste if we wish to track down these trolls." One of his advisors said as they all came flooding back into the chamber.

"Yes, yes of course." Celebrimbor said waving them in and gesturing for them to retake their seats around the table.

"We should send a small company, no more than 4. This will ensure they can make their way swiftly and quietly through the mountains."

Celebrimbor nodded and looked over to you, still standing near the door.

"My Lady, do you wish to join the company?" He asked you, trying not to show any emotion.

You hesitated before answering. "I do not." you said finally. " I have much to attend to here. I am confident we have plenty of guards who are more than capable." You said with a smile.

Celebrimbor's relief at you answer was evident. His shoulders relaxed and he couldn't help but smile widely. "Right, well in that case let's gather our best guards and go from there."

"I'll assemble them right away." His chief advisor said.

"It seems you have this under control. I'll leave you to it." You said winking at Celebrimbor. You took a small bow and left the chamber.

[white-wolf-buckaroo]

The last drop in The Last Drop: Part 1

A dad!Vander fic (with my og character, Luna, Vander's fifth adopted child)

Masterlist: there you go

Disclaimer: english ain't my first language folks

Luna liked Vander’s hands.

They were big, like the rest of him—strong and calloused from years of hard work—but also warm and comforting. At first, she had been terrified of him. The night he found her behind the Last Drop, she had tried to scramble away, her little arms clinging to the scraps of food she’d scavenged. But Vander’s deep voice had softened as he crouched down to her level, extending his massive hands toward her.

When he’d reached out, those hands hadn’t grabbed or forced—they’d offered. His palms faced upward, open and patient, as if he were giving her a choice. “It’s alright, little one,” he’d said.

She didn’t trust him at first, but she trusted his hands.

They were steady, not shaking or grabbing like some of the others she’d encountered in the streets. They didn’t take—they gave. They gave her warmth, carrying her away from the cold, damp alley and into a place where food and shelter waited. Even years later, when the memories from her younger years became inevitably hazy, she remembered how strong his hands had felt when he’d lifted her, how her tiny body had fit easily in his arms. For the first time in what felt like forever, she hadn’t felt scared.

It was those hands that had carried her home that night, cradling her as if she were something fragile. She had fallen asleep against his chest, exhausted and starving, but when she woke up in a bed that wasn’t hers—surrounded by unfamiliar faces—she had bolted. It wasn’t until Vander held her hand, steady and sure, that she finally calmed down. He introduced her to the kids that had startled her at first when waking up – Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor – his kids. She was younger than all of them, and she didn’t really liked older girls and boys, but she quickly learned that they were nicer than others their ages she had met. Vander helped her acclimate, and he let her stay with them as part of the family.

Now, his height and strength, which had once been so intimidating, were the very things she relied on most.

Luna never let go of his hand when they walked through the undercity. He’d told her and the others not to wander off on their own, and she took that rule to heart. Being the youngest and newest of the group, she was still frightened of the streets. Unlike Vi, who had her stubborn confidence, or Powder, who had her boundless curiosity, Luna didn’t stray. She clung to Vander’s hand like it was a lifeline, her little hand disappearing into his, trusting his presence to shield her from the dangers of the world outside.

When Vi and the others inevitably dashed off on their own adventures, Luna would stay behind.

“Looks like it’s just us, huh?” Vander would say with a warm smile.

She didn’t mind at all. She loved being with him. The walks they took to gather supplies for the Last Drop or just to patrol the neighbourhood became her favourite times. Vander never rushed her. He matched her smaller strides, his hand always there for her to hold. She felt like nothing bad could ever touch her when she was with him.

His hands weren’t just strong—they were gentle too. Whenever she scraped her knee or got a bruise, she’d run to him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Vander would kneel down, examining her injury with those careful hands of his, his fingers moving with a gentleness that didn’t seem possible for someone so big.

“This’ll sting a bit,” he’d warn her as he dabbed ointment on her cuts.

She’d watch him through watery eyes, and when he wiped away her tears with his thumb, his touch was soft and tender.

“There now,” he’d say, his voice steady and reassuring. “Stuff like this only makes you stronger, Lu. You’re gonna be alright.”

And she believed him.

It wasn’t just when she was hurt, either. When nightmares woke her in the middle of the night, it was Vander’s hands that brought her comfort. Sometimes he’d scoop her up and carry her to the bar, sitting her on the counter while he made her a warm drink. Other times, he’d tuck her back into bed, soothing her back to sleep with his hand resting on her head for a moment longer than necessary, as if to promise he’d be there when she woke up.

Vander had a way of making the world seem less scary, even when everything felt overwhelming. Luna adored him for it, for the way his hands could make her feel safe, for the warmth that seemed to radiate from him even on the coldest nights.

To her, Vander wasn’t just her protector—he became home.

[m-neuvillette]

Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me!

Oliver Aiku, Sae Itoshi, Tetsuro Kuroo, Kotaro Bokuto, Kojiro Nanjo (Joe) x fem reader

Small scenarios of my favorite athletic anime boys to this Taylor Swift song <3

Oliver Aiku

Since the Blue Lock project was completed and viewed as a success the new Japan National team was created. Oliver staying as its star defender and captain.

Oliver has really enjoyed playing with the Blue Lock boys. He is also happy they are on his team and he gets to lead them to become the best soccer players he knows they can be.

Now here they are, the World Cup. The Japan National team has made it all the way to the championship game. Oliver takes a deep breath and looks at the scoreboard. 1-0 with one minute left. They are winning. They are so close to the win he can almost taste it.

Japan has been outplaying the other team this entire game. Oliver is now just watching his offensive line pass the ball around to kill time on the clock. He is so antsy right now, he can stop from jumping up and down a bit.

3…2…1… *buzzer noise*…. The crowd is going wild and is so loud. But everything seems so quiet to Oliver. He can’t believe it, it feels so surreal. He accomplished his dream. HE AND HIS TEAMMATES DID IT!!! Oliver then looks around to see his teammates coming to run back to the defensive line to celebrate.

While the team celebrates on the field you and other family, friends, and lovers of his teammates head to the field. You’re sadly toward the back of the group but you can’t even seem to care because Oliver accomplished his dream.

The group gets to the field and the team pulls apart from celebrating with each other to find their loved ones. Oliver is looking around to try and find you. He’s just buzzing to get you in his arms. He realizes the crowd is breaking up and sees you towards the back. Without a second hesitation he runs towards you.

You really want to push these people out of your way to try and find Oliver but they are in the same boat as you so you impatiently wait until the crowd breaks up. They finally start to break into group and you turn to your left to see Oliver sprinting towards you.

Oliver gets to you and before either of you can say a word both he has a hand on the back of your head and pulls you into a deep kiss. He puts his other hand on your lower back to pull you closer towards him. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck wanting him even closer.

Oliver breaks the kiss and leans down to connect your foreheads. He just stares at you with so much love and excitement. You smile back at him starting to cry, “Congratulations Oliver!! You accomplished your dream. I am SO proud of you baby.”

Oliver wipes your tears, “Cmon baby, you’re going to make me start crying.” It’s true you can see his eyes start to water, “I couldn’t have done this without your support. I cannot thank you enough for being for me this entire tournament and here right now. I love you so much baby.”

You quickly respond, “I love you more Oliver.” Oliver then pulls you into the biggest, warmest and tightest hug you guys have ever shared. Oliver may have just accomplished his dream but you’ll still always be his favorite trophy.

Sae Itoshi

You and Sae were childhood friends. You two were super close because you were the only other person Sae could stand besides his younger brother. It broke your heart when your friend told you that he was leaving for Spain.

You had the biggest crush on Sae your entire childhood and it only seemed like those feelings grew once he left. Little did you know Sae was in the same boat.

So after two years of being in Spain he called you one night begging you to come to Spain to be with him. You weren’t exactly close with your parents or had anything tying you down to Japan so you quickly agreed. And the rest is history.

Here you are now watching Sae play in a tournament with a bunch of different teams in it. His team made it all the way to the championship and you couldn’t be more excited. Sae has gotten two assists and has been playing perfectly.

Sae doesn’t show it but he’s so excited. They are up 5-1 with 10 seconds left. It’s a guaranteed win. The buzzer goes off indicating the game is over and that he and his team won.

Sae goes to celebrate with his team but he isn’t super close with them so he more or so sticks to high fives compared to hugs. He is just waiting till you come down to the field because in all honesty he wants to celebrate with you.

You couldn’t stop crying he accomplished one of his many soccer dreams and at a young age too. You don’t even hesitate to run down to the field to find him. Once you get down there you make eye contact and see he has been waiting for you.

Sae really only runs for soccer but you’re the exception. He is sprinting towards you. Once he gets to you he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. He is quick to ask, “Why are you crying?”

You tell him, “Sae, you accomplished one of your dreams!! And I got to see it at the same time. I am SO proud of you.”

Sae pulls back to wipe your tears and looks at you like you are the only person in the world. “Thank you beautiful. I couldn’t have done this without you being here with me. I love you.”

You respond instantly, “I love you too Sae. More than you can imagine my superstar.”

Sae smiled and leans down to give you a kiss putting so much love behind it. Sae knows there is so many opportunities for him in Spain but he sees so many more opportunities with you.

Tetsuro Kuroo

You met Kuroo your first year in chemistry. Your assigned seats were by each other and you guys instantly connected. He convinced you early into your first year to become the manager for the volleyball team and you don’t regret joining.

At the end of your first year Kuroo asked you out and you two have been dating ever since. You’ve watched Kuroo grow from a loud and passionate first year into a strong captain (who is still loud and passionate).

You and Nekoma are currently at the nationals entry game against Noehbi. Kuroo was talking to you about the game last night about how bad he wanted to go to nationals his last year of playing. All you wanted was to have that happen.

This game is frustrating to watch because Noehbi’s cheating is really making everyone mad. That doesn’t stop Kuroo from cheering everyone on. Everyone started to get on edge once Yaku gets hurt.

You saw Kuroo run to him right away to try and help. You know Kuroo is stressed but he isn’t showing it. You know he has a deep trust in his team and won’t let this game end in a loss.

You see the boys work together and pull off the win. Everyone is cheering while the team is celebrating. As much as you want to run to Kuroo and celebrate you know to give him time with his team.

Kuroo was exhausted from the game but that didn’t stop him from running around and celebrating that they are going to nationals. After he is done hugging the team he turns to face you.

He gives you a soft smile indicating that he can celebrate with you now. You are tearing up because of how proud you are of them but also because you know that this is the final stretch of the third years.

Once you stand up indicating you’re ready to celebrate he crosses the court with ease right to you. Kuroo places his forehead against yours. He sees your tears and goes to kiss them away then quickly kisses your lips. “Darling don’t go crying on me now, we are suppose to be celebrating.”

“Sorry Kuroo, I’m just so happy and proud. You got to go to nationals one last time. That is also making me sad because it’s our last time as manager and captain.”

Kuroo lets out a couple of tears and pulls you into a hug to whisper into your ear, “Thank you. We have one more last page to write in this part of our lives but I have a whole future planned with you so don’t worry. I love you darling.”

You whisper into Kuroo’s ear, “I love you too my captain.”

Kotaro Bokuto

You met Bokuto through Akaashi. Akaashi took you as an apprentice journalist to see what the routine of one looks like. Bokuto gave Akaashi an extra ticket to have you come and get a good seat.

Once Akaashi introduced you to Bokuto the story wrote itself. Bokuto was quick to ask you to be his girlfriend and you have been to every game since.

This game is really important to Bokuto today because this is the one to indicate the best men’s professional team in Japan. He is playing against and with a bunch of people he grew up with.

You know he’ll have a fun time playing but you also know he wants to win. You’ve seen his excitement all day today and you can’t wait to see that on the court.

You sat next to Akaashi during the game and met a lot of Bokuto’s friends from high school. It makes you happy to know a lot go people are excited and happy for him. He truly is one of a kind.

The game goes on, the teams are neck to neck. One team will take the lead then the other will and it’s a cycle like that. But in the end Bokuto’s team ended up winning.

You make your way down to the court with the rest of Bokuto’s friends. You stay behind though so Bokuto can see his friends first since he hasn’t seen a good amount of them for years.

Bokuto had another idea though. Once you all got to the court and he didn’t see you at the front of the group he pushed through the group to find you.

Once he finds you he smiles and picks you up by the waist and spins you around. He’s laughing and staring at you with so much happiness. Bokuto yell, “SWEETHEART WE WON!!! DID YOU SEE IT!?! DID YOU SEE MY INSANE SPIKES?!?”

You giggle and hold onto his shoulders. You yell back, “YES PRETTY BOY I SAW!!! YOU PLAYED AMAZING, I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!”

Bokuto slowly puts you down and leans down to give you a kiss. He gives you a hug. “Well I only did so good because I had my lucky charm here watching.”

Later that night Bokuto gave you a necklace with his number on it so you can wear it to games to show off that you’re his lucky charm.

Kojiro Nanjo (Joe)

You’ve known Joe and Cherry since high school and once they created S they always invited you to come and watch them skate.

After a guy at S got too close to you and made you uncomfortable one of them is always with you. One time while Joe was skating you told Cherry you had feelings for Joe but had no idea how to tell him. Cherry ended setting you two up because he knew Joe also had feelings for you.

Joe stopped all his playboy habits once he knew he had a chance. He ended up becoming the picture perfect boyfriend.

Ever since the tournament Adam held, tournaments became a regular occurrence. S tried to make different tournaments to highlight different types of skating. This tournament that was going on now was a strength and speed tournament. Meaning it was perfect for Joe.

The final match was between Joe and Shadow. Joe and Shadow come up to the group and everyone wishes them luck even though Joe won’t need it. Miya is quick to say that too which causes everyone to laugh and Shadow to have a meltdown.

They then go to line up and start the beef. Once they start skating you and the group head down to the finish line.

Joe is in the lead and Shadow is having a hard time catching up. Everyone expected this to happen but you are still so excited to watch Joe skate. He really is a different person when he is skating. You can see how much love he has for it when he is doing these tournaments and it’s so much fun to watch.

They are starting to get closer to the finish line and Shadow has no hope in catching up now. Joe makes it to final stretch and only pushes himself to go faster. Once he crosses the finish line he quickly jumps off his board and jogs right over to you.

Joe picks you up in a hug and gives you a passionate kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. Once your tongues move in a dance, Cherry hits him on the back to make you two stop. Joe tightens his hold on you to make sure you don’t fall. “I get you guys love each other but there’s a crowd.”

Joe puts you down but still is hugging you and glares at Cherry, “I don’t care you douche. I am here to collect my reward.” Joe turns his attention back to you and smiles down at you. “Hey there pretty girl, did you enjoy the beef?”

You wrap your arms around his frame and put your chin on his chest to look up at him, “Hi handsome. I did enjoy watching you skate. You were amazing out there as always. Congratulations my champion.”

Joe winks at you then gives a little quick kiss to your forehead, “How about we celebrate a little more after this?” You agree and Joe drags you off to his motorcycle to head back to his place for the rest of his reward.

[leedeermin]

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[rurinnfane]

A matchmaking app, but for families to seek out a person/people willing to befriend and gently broaden the horizons of their elderly family members who are rapidly descending into the rabbit hole of hyperconservatism/christofascism/bigotry as a result of their social isolation

[raeofgayshine]

I wish I could go back and tell younger me that I would in fact find that place one day full of people that I adore deeply and who I know love me in return. Who make me feel wanted and cared for and appreciated in a way I never thought would be possible. And none of it required hiding, or forcing myself to be a person I’m not. And I still have that space even though I’m aroace.

For the first time ever, I see a future where I’m not alone. And I wish I could go back and tell my younger self it would happen. It’s possible to not be constantly lonely.

[multifairyus]

I just be yappin fr

So I used to regularly comment fuckin dissertations on one of my favorite “between installation what if” fics right? but then I missed like two chapters and the ADHD inertia came to a screeching halt. Just disappeared into the void.

I’ve been reading updates since I stopped but felt too shy to comment cuz I’ve potions to mix and spells to inscribe so I can finally end my apprenticeship and become a wizard. And like. the adderall makes me function JUST well enough that I can’t be nearly as thorough in my comments before.

But today I finally commented again. Haven’t heard (or expect) a response back but it’s nice. I missed this.

Last year I was such an active fan community member on different apps and platforms and I can’t wait till I can return with full gusto again…but a gust here and there is probably good for me too.

[look-at-the-stars-tonight]

sometimes i get annoyed because the people around me are SO in love with space. but sometimes my friend stops talking mid-sentence because he HAS to look at the stars right that second and how can I be annoyed by that 

[lavenderlhymes]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then it send to the last ten people in your notifications (anonymously). You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity. ♡

oh this is so sweet! waking up early enough to watch the sunrise, singing with friends, rereading my favorite book series, when someone remembers what I like/can eat and surprise me with it, and finding songs to add to my dnd character playlists 🥰🥰🥰 thanks so much anon!

[pennysno1fan]

Worst. Work day. Ever.

[andragoras-in-vanity]

was feeling better i have to listen to people talk today and now i want to throw up or throttle someone ans i cant decide which but i miss being able to just Do Stuff without pain getting in my way