#fc prompt

[lost-coin]

SKG Prompts :: Valentione's (OLD - 2023)

Done for when I was running monthly FC prompts.

Myrddin belongs to @blossomblade

Word count: 1,044

The sweet scent of chocolate hung thick in the air of the small café that sat on cobbled paths overlooking the Mist Beach. Valentione’s was a busy season, it seemed, even for people visiting or even native to the isles of Vylbrand. Jaydin had found herself busy with baking all kinds of sweets, pastries, and even making chocolates — be they silky smooth milk chocolates, bittersweet dark chocolates, or even the creamy and rich white chocolates.

Kukuru beans had been easy to procure, thankfully enough. Contacts at the Red Rooster Stead in Lower La Noscea had been more than happy to part with them — especially after some of the contracts that allowed the Starry Knights to travel and offer protection services to the botanists and farmers there. Thanks to their work with them, a lot of their payments came in the form of amazingly taken care of kukuru bean pods, oranges, wheat, eggs, and preserved meats.

“How is everything?” came a voice that caused Jaydin to look up at the woman peeking in at her from behind a curtain that separated the kitchen from the rest of the storefront. Jaydin could only take a moment to use the back of her arm to wipe the sweat from her brow. As it was, her hands had been dusted in sugar, flour, and a number of other things as she worked on the next batch of pastries.

“Um… I think things are looking good, Solongo,” Jaydin replied, glancing down at the baking tray that had the cookie dough placed upon it. Offering a sheepish smile, Jaydin continued with, “It really would help if Trelix, Denewulf, or Pirhoh were around. They really enjoy working in the kitchen.”

“Mm… it really is too bad two of the three are still taking care of some kobold patrols over in lower La Noscea,” Solongo admitted. “I’d help, but as I’ve said before — I never really learned to cook on the Steppe before I came to Eorzea.”

“It’s alright, Solongo. I just have to put a little more elbow grease into getting the Garden going smoothly,” Jaydin replied with a smile. She was not going to burden Solongo with anything other than dealing with people in the front that came by — at least she was good with people. Even if their sometimes rude ribbing of one another might have made some of the other Garden workers and Knights think otherwise.

“I suppose we can always hope Denewulf shows up soon,” Solongo commented.

“Ah… he’ll probably be back within the next bell or two. I did ask him to pick up some new herbs and spices from The Seventh Sage in Limsa since he had to report back to the Culinarians’ Guild at the Bismarck to show the guildmaster his progress. It’s a shame he had his evaluation within the season of Valentione’s… but I suppose it also makes sense. I can only imagine that he’ll have his hands full if the guildmaster and other culinarians at the Bismarck have their hands full with all the couples’ reservations they no doubt have…” Jaydin went off on a tangent that caused her to pause in mixing her ingredients. When she realized, she quickly went back to mixing the lemon creme cookie batter together.

“Then let’s hope that the Bismarck has everything under control…” Solongo sighed softly before the bell at the entrance rang and called her back to the front as someone new showed up.

Smiling to herself with a bit of shake of her head, Jaydin got the baking tray situated into the oven before working on the next batch from her mixing bowl. Yes, Valentione’s was certainly a holiday that would see more and more business the more well known the Garden would become — if good word spread around, anyroad…

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When the night finally came and business at the Garden slowed to a crawl, Jaydin had found herself grateful that Denewulf had finally returned from Limsa Lominsa with the extra baking goods and spices for their menu. At least with him, taking care of baked goods was more than in the bag when it came to servicing the customers and what they wanted. Luckily, it was smooth sailing till the end of the day and everyone else had packed up to retire to their rooms or head to their own homes.

Jaydin, having stayed behind for cleanup, had other things in mind, however. Taking some items out and getting them prepped, she began preparing a more special meal. With a glance in the chronometre’s direction momentarily, she nodded and reassured herself that she had more than enough time.

A spare baguette had been set aside for garlic bread, and the materials to make a creamy Ishgardian-style chicken were collected from their respective spots. Heavy cream, sun-dried tomatoes, butter, olive oil, pepper, salt, garlic, fresh chives, parmesan cheese, and some baby spinach were all she needed for now. Allowing herself to stay focused on the task, Jaydin had gotten everything going for one of Myrddin’s favourite dishes in their time that they had been together.

Alongside the main course of the night, Jaydin prepared everything else for a chocolate lava cake — something that appeared to have elicited a child-like happiness of her love whenever he got to experience it. This was something that took a good bell or so, and Jaydin had worked up a bit of a sweat to her brow once everything had finally settled down and she got everything plated.

Huffing to herself, she covered the meals and quickly hurried to the bathroom in the back to wash her face and fix her hair. With what little time she had left knowing what time Myrddin would be back, she then went to their room to put on something a little nicer. Viewing herself in the mirror, she looked at the mist silk blouse and the skirt she had thrown together with the pumps that she had procured on her last visit to Gridania. Satisfied with her appearance, she departed and got the food items taken to a table in the café and then retrieved a bottle of red wine and some glasses to accompany the meal.

Hopefully Myrddin would have appreciated the Valentione’s gesture when he entered through the door.

[piastrishelmet]

early mornings with gavi¡ ღ

warnings; hi no warnings just enjoy this fluff (can you guys tell i love fluffs)

💌; thank you for all the love i've been receiving i'm actually so happy like what 🥺

↺as a light sleeper, gavi hates the sound of the alarm ringing nonstop in the morning. that's why most of the times it's your job to turn it off while he decides to hide on your neck.

" —turn that thing off before i throw it out the window. "

↺gavi changes his position a LOT on his sleep, so if you wake up before him you will probably find him wrapped in blankets meanwhile you are freezing<\3.

↺he loves afirmation words early in the morning while you caress his back drawing circles, he says it makes the start of the day better. ( isn't he a cutie like shut up )

↺you get his deep morning voice and oh my god.

↺even if you complain about the weather being too hot to cuddle, you will find him next morning all wrapped around you, with an arm lazily resting on your waist and one of his legs over yours.

↺he always will try to wake you up in the softest way possible, giving small kisses to the back of your neck and your cheeks.

and maybe sometimes you just pretend to be asleep for a little longer. just maybe.

↺having the urge to kiss the little pout he does when he's asleep.

↺discovering gavi sometimes talks on his sleep and him being embarrased about it next morning, scared to say something stupid.

↺laughing at gavi's messy hair and gently brushing it off his face. or him being too sleepy and confused about why are you laughing.

↺" —gavi, are you awake yet? "

" —no. "

" —you're going to be late.. "

" —i'm sleeping. "

↺him pulling you both under the blankets and giving you little goodmorning kisses. or that's how he calls it.

↺having silly morning arguments and accusing gavi of snoring and gavi acussing you of taking all space in bed.

↺fighting for who goes shower first and who gets more extra time in bed EVERY day. or gavi acting grumpy whenever he doesn't get the extra time.

↺sleepy smiles and floppy lazy kisses¡

↺gavi having pillow marks all over his cheek and you tracing them while he looks at you.

" —good sleep? "

" —mhm. "

[gavisfanta]

can you do 8 with gavi plz!!

p.s love love ur storyss they are sl good:)))

STAY - GAVI

Doing these prompts, you can write a request by saying which number and a player i should write it with. I do every prompt once so please check before requesting!!

day 8 - arguing with one another

Another exhausting day for Gavi ended when he finally went home. Everything he thought about in that second he stepped through the door was to cuddle with you and fall asleep.

However that dream of his was shortly ruined after he saw you smiling at your phone. That wasn't the main problem, you looked cute sitting on the sofa, giggling at your phone, it was almost like you were talking to someone.

"Hey babe" He smiled widely and went closer to you, at the point where he was even standing in front of you.

You didn't give him much attention, just looked up at him for a second and mumbled a short "hello".

Gavi would have gone in for a hug but he was to annoyed now. With that he left you there with a scoff, just as he wanted to go up the stairs he turned around again.

"You know I was excited to see you, but that's ruined now." Gavi shortly let you know and you stood up immediately to walk closer to him. Your brows knit together as you looked at him.

"Why are you mad now? I didn't do anything?" You asked, raising your voice a little bit.

"Yeah, except for not even giving me a hug when I come home. We didn't use to be like this Y/n." Gavi said and turned around but you stopped him.

"Gavi dont fucking walk away now. What do you mean we didn't use to be like this? We still love eachother right?" You asked him, while saying the last sentence your voice shaked a little bit.

"I'm not so fully convinced about you." He muttered and your jaw dropped.

"You think I don't love you?" You asked and he shrugged his shoulders as a response. "Woah, okay, because I tried everything to make you feel loved, but one time when i dont hug you when you come home I don't love you anymore? Did you forget that yesterday I literally waited in the doorway for you to arrive." You convinced him, his gaze softened as he looked at the floor.

"Who were you talking to then?" He raised his eyebrows, the soft gaze gone again as he looked up at you.

"Why do you care." You answered in a harsher tone than you had anticipated.

"I care because we're in a relationship if you havent noticed yet, its because I care for you. We used to tell eachother everything and now you cant even tell me who youre talking to?" Gavi pointed at himself with his hand while moving his head slightly forward.

"I care for you too, but you're seriously getting mad at me for not jumping up and hugging you the first second I see you?" You asked and took a step closer to him. Your blood basically boiling by how stupid he could be sometimes. You didn't yell at him, you're not much of a yelling person.

"Ah," Gavi scoffed and turned around once again, walking up the stairs to the bedroom. You tried to call for him to stop but he didn't listen. You followed him into the bedroom and stood in front of him while he changed his shirt.

"You don't need to distract yourself with me, don't worry, go on and talk to those other men." Gavi made a motion with his hand and your jaw dropped once again. Suddenly it was silent, Gavi expected an answer from you, it didn't come, every second that passed he thought to himself. "Now, in a second, when is the answer coming?"

It never came, and as he turned around to look at you, he saw you, staring at him with glossy eyes. "You think I am cheating on you?" You asked with a shaky voice. You turned your head away as you felt a few tears rolling down your cheeks. Having your boyfriend who you loved more than everything and anything think that you could even think about cheating on him is bad, but his basically telling to your face that he had caught you cheating even tho its not true is worse.

Suddenly everything in your body switched off, you calmed down, your pulse went down again and then it was just that tight feeling in your throat and that awful ringing in your ears.

"You know Gavi, I love you but it's so freaking hard sometimes." And with that you walked past him and out the door. Uncontrollable tears now streaming down your face.

Meanwhile Gavi was still stood in the middle of his room, looking at the door you went through. Just a few seconds later he heard the door being closed and then followed by your car turning on and driving away.

"Fuck." Gavi muttered under his breath as he threw back his head. He knew he had messed up, he knew damn well that he went too far.

The bad thing for him was that he had absolutely no idea where you went, he tried to call you but as awaited, you didn't pick up.

He was still a bit confused as to why you just wouldnt tell him who you were talking to, but he knew he had to make it up to you, he just didn't know how. yet.

Meanwhile you were already on the other side of Barcelona, sitting on your friends couch. Luckiky Mikky and you were home alone because Frenkie wanted to meet up with his friends.

So there you sat crying, the person who understood you the most patting your back and telling you that it was gonna be okay.

No matter how strong your bond with Gavi was, Mikky had a view of life he could never have. That was because Mikky and you had one major thing in common. That was dating a famous footballer.

She knew all the cons that came with it and she knew how to react. During the time of being with Frenkie for more than 10 years she learnt some things.

She was the one to calm you down when the press started blaming you for Gavi's bad game, she was the one to calm you down after Gavis fans started to hate on you just because you were in a relationship with him.

And you hated to even think about it but Gavi would have never been able to calm you down those times. He lived with it, they taught you to play under pressure in La Masia, they taught you to handle the hate, but what they didn't teach you in La Masia was how people around you feel, people that didn't grow up in the academy and don't know how to handle that.

That's why you immediately stopped crying as soon as you stepped into Mikkys house. "Should I make you a tea? I know you loved the berry one." She smiled while pointing at you and walking into the kitchen. You followed her and sat down on the other side of the island in her kitchen.

So you two kept chatting with the low rumbling of the boiling water in the background. And as soon as the water was hot enough, she poured it into a cup and gave you a teabag. You put the teabag into the hot water and then kept on chatting with her.

Immediately you forgot everything that happened to you, every word that was said between you and Gavi in the last hour.

That's what you loved about being friends with her, she made you forget all your worries. Not that Gavi was a worry for you, but it was good to get a break from the futbolista.

"Here, put some honey in it, it's way better than sugar." Mikky grabbed a jar of honey out of her cabinet and walked over to you with a spoon in the other hand.

"Thank you" You smiled after she stirred it in and went to sit down in front of you. The rest of the one hour that you spent at her place contained of you two gossiping about your friend group and of course the players.

There were always some stuff Frenkie knew and Gavi didn't, you two knew everything that happened because of the constant gossip sessions. Luckily Frenkie and Gavi didn't know about their girlfriends telling their news to the others girlfriend because you two thought of it better as a secret.

And after it was time for you to go, you said goodbye and soon found yourself infront of your house with the keys in your hand.

Stepping into the house and closing the door behind you, you didnt hear anything other than the fridge buzzing quietly and the bugs making those noises from outside

That was until you entered the upper floor and heard tiktok playing in the bedroom, all the lights were turned off so you had to move around in the dark.

As soon as you stepped into the bedrooms doorframe Gavi's eyes shot up at you from his screen. He didnt think for a second before standing up and walking over to you.

"I'm sorry for not telling you a proper hello and also hiding who I was texting to." You immediately began and he nodded his head. You knew you were in the wrong, you knew that you had made the mistake.

"It's okay." Gavi took a step closer to you and pulled you into a heartfelt hug. Your arms tightened around his body, the best part after a fight was always making up, that hug couldn't be replaced by anything. When you hold him again after you held a grudge against him for a couple of hours. The relieving feeling you feel when you realize that "Everything is gonna be okay." Gavi's words made you smile as he leaned down and kissed your cheek.

Maybe everything does always turn out fine.

[agardenofbasil]

“you’re easy to love.” + pedri/ferran (ferran says it) thank you ❤️

A little angsty...

Ferran told them this is a bad idea. 

Somewhere out on the dance floor are their other teammates, who are finally letting loose after weeks of games and practices and media responsibilities. One weekend of rest before they have to gear up for the next La Liga matches. Hansi Flick warned them to be careful but otherwise, the world is theirs. And Ferran had every plan to be on the dancefloor with them, to think of anything until he saw Pedri at the bar. 

Ordering another drink. 

“This is a bad idea,” he warned Fermin, who ordered Pedri’s first drink and swore up and down that he’d keep an eye on him. Because Ferran remembers what happened in Berlin.

History has a way of repeating itself, Ferran thinks as he watches Pedri drain the glass.

“Everyone else has someone except me,” Pedri slurs.

“No. Half the team's single.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why don’t I have anyone?”

“I don’t know,” Ferran sighs. “Maybe because you stay  at home and play with your dog all day?”

Pedri makes a face. “Is that a euphemism?”

“That’s the truth.”

“Can I get another-”

“No,” Ferran cuts in, looking the bartender dead in the eye. “He’s had enough.”

Another face. “I can decide when I’ve had enough.”

“Pedri.” Ferran shakes his head at the bartender, who, having seen God, walks towards another patron.

Pedri folds his arms, but stumbles forward. Ferran catches him swiftly, straightening him up even though the midfielder is still mad. “You have it easy,” Pedri insists. “You can… be tall.”

Ferran tries not to laugh. “What?”

“You’re tall,” Pedri yells, eyes bright like it’s the first time he’s noticed his height. 

“That’s not-”

“You could get anyone you want! I message one girl on Instagram and I get ghosted after five messages. What gives?”

Ferran swallows the hard lump in his throat. “I can't get anyone I want,” he grits out. 

“Then it's me.”

“It's not.”

“Maybe I'm too hard to love.”

“Stop.”

“That has to be it, right?”

Here we go. Just like Berlin.

“Pedri, you’re not-”

“There has to be!”

It’s not fun anymore. Being here. It’s worse than Berlin, where Pedri was moping about his leg. This time, Ferran’s watching Pedri slide straight into the hell that is self-doubt. 

Wait. No. Pedri’s literally sliding.

The midfielder’s head thumps against Ferran’s chest.

“For fuck’s sake-”

“I’m always alone.”

Among the noise, Pedri’s words send a chill down Ferran’s spine.

“Do you really feel that way?” Ferran asks. Pedri doesn’t answer. “Can you hear me?”

Still no answer.

“Dumbass thought he could handle three drinks. Idiot. Dumbass.”

Silence.

“You’re easy to love.”

Nothing. 

“Loving you is so damn easy. I would know. Been doing it for years.”

Pedri mumbles, and his head digs heavily into Ferran’s sternum.

“What?”

“I said, can we go home?”

Ferran tightens his arm around Pedri's shoulder, the same way his chest tightens when Pedri’s phone lights up from another Instagram notification. “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

...but good news, you get a full Ao3 version. Hope you enjoy. 🍃

[cher-rei]

afterglow- pt 2 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold × fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

[wc: 2,1k] [part 1] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12]

genre(s): friends?? to lovers, work romance, fluff

warnings: swearing

notes: guys I totally forgot that curtis has a girlfriend help💀 so I'm just gonna remove her completely and in here they're not together... it's for the plot I swear

"what the fuck?!"

"jamie!" your sister's voice echoed through the house to your bedroom that early wednesday morning. it was normal for her to scold at you whenever you swore anywhere near her. which was all the time seeing as the two of you shared an apartment.

you didn't bother apologising as usual though and sat up straight in your bed, your blankets dishevelled and a look of confusion plastered on your face. "no way," you gawked at your phone screen and ran your fingers through your hair to try and comprehend what had just happened.

"there's really no reason to be shouting at 7 in the morning." you brushed your sister's comment off, the older girl taking it as a sign to join you on the edge of your bed to see what had gotten you all riled up.

she let out a heavy sigh as she moved you over so that she could sit with you. "speak woman. I don't have all day."

you took a breath and turned to look at her, eager eyes staring you down for any sort of explanation you could give her. "Okay so basically I just woke up and obviously my first instinct is to check my insta and twitter notifications because I got a bunch."

she gave you a look. "which isn't anything new. probably just a few followers or something."

you pointed your index finger in her direction. "exactly. but then--"

you turned your phone in her direction, your twitter feed showing up. "--I saw that I was being tagged like crazy. only to realise that this whole liverpool pr thing is blowing up."

maya gave you another look. as if you to say 'what did you expect?'. she began to get up from the bed but you quickly caught her wrist and pulled her back down again, urging her to stay for the rest of the story.

"jamie," she sighed. "you have an entire fanbase, of course they're going to go crazy over something like this."

you shook you head. "that's what I thought. but then I decided to go check my instagram notifications because apparently..."

you turned your phone screen to maya, displaying your follower list and lo and behold right at the top, your most recents followers queued up.

"what the fuck?!"

you jumped up at your sister's reaction. "that's what I'm saying!"

jude bellingham was one thing. but the entire liverpool squad?? there was no reason for that to happen at all. you were just some random twitch streamer on the p.r team, nothing more.

was it because I kicked the ball on monday?? it was so because I kicked that ball on monday.

you weren't going back to the training center for a while though. there were too many errands to run and meeting to sit through. and today's meeting at 10 was sure to pile even more projects on your table.

the match on saturday against wolves was going to be a premier league match so a lot of preparation had to be done for the interviews. yesterday's meeting already gave you a headache so today was going to be something for sure.

"is jamie not coming in today as well?" curtis asked no one in particular while his eyes roamed the hallways, yet there was no sight of the girl anywhere.

from beside him, trent quirked an eyebrow and nudged his arm. "you're on a first name basis already huh? you work fast."

curtis scoffed at his comment, recalling mpnday afternoon's events all to clearly after jaimie had left. "hey I'm not the one who stalked all her socials the second she left."

"what?" trent raised his hands in defence. "she looked familiar so I had to check."

"who looked familiar?"

the two jumped up at the sudden question, their glares shot at dominik who had pushed in beside trent who only shook his head, not bothering to brush off dominik's arm that was slung over his shoulders.

"the new p.r girl," he answered and put his phone away.

"jamie?"

trent shot him a weird look and then to curtis who was smiling from ear to ear with an 'I told you so' look. "what so you're all just on a first name basis? how did that even happen?"

the conversation carried on until they got to the field and even during their warm-up session. but it still seemed off to trent who grew more an more confused whenever someone chimed in with an "are you talking about jamie?"

it didn't make sense to him. they barely knew her or had any decent conversations. what difference did asking about where she was from or how many siblings she had make? but either way, the team wondered why trent has such a big issue with it.

"did you guys know that jamie's a twitch streamer?"

"what the hell?" trent groaned in obvious frustration when ibou chimed in while they were doing their laps around the field.

"what? are you just going to call her 'ms carter' for the rest of your life?" ibou asked again with a low chuckle which got a small shrug from trent.

"obviously not. it's just that she's a staff member and has a job to do." he turned his head to look at curtis who seemed fed up either the mini lecture that he was getting, but he felt that it needed to be said.

"she's not here to be your friend or--"

"--I fully agree with you trent. I'm glad some of us have common sense," harvey retorted out of nowhere.

seriously. they didn't even know he was there. the smallest of the group was adorning a look of determination as he jogged alongside his teammates. one that screamed, 'I hate jamie carter.'

ibou scoffed from beside him. "oh shut up. you're just mad because she's taller than you."

the group couldn't hold back their laughter as they watched harvey go quiet, a look of defeat on his face as she shook his head to the side. he'd get her back. one day.

but with trent's issue, everyone's argument was that they were just trying to make her feel comfortable. and he could give them the benefit of the doubt there, he knew how fans tended to react to situations like this and their presence in general was probably a lot to her.

but there was no reason to be involved with her personally. okay so what if he was the first one to follow her on Instagram?? when dominik saw that he was stalking her account his first instinct was to take trent's phone and follow her, just to tease him.

but then everyone followed her so that was kind of pointless.

after a bit more back and forth banter curtis let out a sigh. "but either way, she's friends with jude in a way or something." he gave trent a cheeky smile and the right back couldn't help but roll his eyes, knowing very well where he was leading with this.

"and any friend of jude, is a friend of mine," he finished and put his hand on his chest causing ibou to laugh but oh boy he wasn't finished just yet.

curtis took a moment to clear his throat and looked behind their group to see dominik running along with darwin and cody, laughing about what ever.

"if this is like any movie I've watched, then someone is walking out with more than just a premier league trophy."

that earned him a harsh slap on the arm from ibou but he didn't care and instead ran up in front of trent, now taking the liberty to jog backwards to take him head on. "what do you say? are you going to keep that 'ms carter' thing up until she becomes mrs alexander-arnold"?

"boys!"

everyone immediately halted at the sound of virgil's voice booming from the front with robbo and salah. "am I going to have to chase you to make you run any faster?"

you sat in the meeting room that afternoon with your laptop in front of you and your attention drawn to the front where the projector was with the media teams director, marvin colesmen.

he was a a slender man no older than 40, with blonde hair that was styled to the side. he wore a polo shirt underneath his blazer with a very obnoxious pair of socks as well.

"regarding our performance, we're doing fairly well but there's much room for improvement. but let's all thank clara for the last minute camera replacement last week since the last one broke."

everyone at the table immediately turned to look at someone who you remembered to be shaun. all he did was roll his eyes, and judging by the death glares he was receiving he definitely broke that camera.

mental note: don't break anything. ever.

"ms carter?"

your head snapped to the front at the call of your name, a bubble of anxiety filling your stomach now that you were put on the spot.

"do you have any thoughts on anything I've said?"

thoughts?? I don't have any thoughts??

"uhm..." you sat upright in your chair as you trailed off to formulate a response. "I think that more attention should be drawn to the team's more laid back promotional content."

great answer.

marvin tipped his head to the side at the response in intrigue. "care to elaborate?"

not really.

you licked your lips as you thought. "coming from a supporter, the occasional training video and interview don't really attract attention."

you watched as marvin urged you on with a nod. "and I think we should expand our content to something more entertaining. it'll be more rewarding for them team that way as well, I'm sure they're tired of answering the same questions every other week," a small laugh left your lips but you immediately stopped.

the room was dead silent and the atmosphere was a little too hostile for your liking. it was obvious that everyone was waiting for marvin to either shoot you down mercilessly or agree with you. but the experience was nothing short of terrifying.

the director nodded his head and continued to mutter something to himself before sending you a smile. "I'm giving you a week to come up with entertaining alternatives. if you convince me enough, I'll give you what you need since you'll be with the team from next week onwards unless I need you. you'll be joining them on the trip to molineux saturday morning as well. I'm sure the fans wouldn't mind seeing you in the booth either."

what's that supposed to mean?

when the meeting was finally over you didn't waste a second and rushed to pack your things and get in your car. you needed to hurry if you wanted to miss the rush hour traffic but of course you were wrong and sat in the car for an extra 40 minutes. lovely.

by the time you got back home, you felt as if every bit of energy had be drained from your body. you dropped your keys onto the counter in front of the door and kicked off your shoes.

"jamie?"

you let out a groggy "yeah" and dragged yourself to the kitchen where your sister was finishing up supper. you didn't say much and took your usual seat on one of the barstools and rested your head on your arm.

"so," maya poked your head. "how was work?"

as an answer you gave her a mumbled run down of your day, and by the time you were done the only words she heard were "broken camera".

she let out a hum regardless to show that she was paying attention and continued to stir the pasta in the pan. "well a kid fell down the slide today. I know I'm the teacher but I still laughed."

you couldn't help but cough up a laugh at her sudden confession. you looked up at her with a smile and she slumped her shoulders. "I just hope no one saw."

by the time you had gotten out of the shower. finished your night routine and ate dinner you were surged with a sudden burst of energy and needed to get it out. after a bit of scrolling through your socials and interacting with your followers and a much-needed poll on instagram, you decided to start a twitch stream.

and boy did it lead somewhere.

[ikram1909]

Xavi, Gavi and Pedri with a little fan 😭😭😭

[sonic-oc-central]

#1: What is your OC's name, and why did you choose it?

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Fall Drabbles, Day 7

prompt: flannel

pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

summary: Frank loves that you wear his clothes but would rather you stay warm when you're not feeling well.

warnings: swearing, brief non-graphic descriptions of illness, fluff

a/n: I keep warning for swearing but I don't even think these all have swearing lol. Anyways, another one in the Lumberjack!Frank AU!

w/c: <1k

Treading up the hill through the snow, Frank hefted the pile of freshly split logs to the top of the existing stack, except for the handful he carried under his arm and into the cabin. Kicking off his boots, he carefully placed two new logs into the dying fire, stirring the embers before replacing the screen as quietly as he could. 

The house was dark, quiet—lacking the life that you usually brought to it. That was what he expected tonight, though. He'd been out later than usual, a cacophony of nightmares and intrusive thoughts plaguing his mind as he hacked into tree after tree.  Combined with the fact that you were feeling under the weather, he was glad to come home to a silent house and a diminishing fire rather than an exhausted, yet awake, girlfriend. 

Scrubbing a hand over his face, he plopped down on the sofa, snatching his current read from the end table as he sat. As he made his way through a few chapters, the growing heat from the flames pushed the chill from his aging bones. Shifting onto his side, a soft padding caught his attention. You shuffled out from his bedroom, rubbing your eyes with a yawn. 

“Hiya, sleepyhead.” Frank murmured, catching you as you collapsed into his lap. “How're ya feelin'?“

Giving a half-hearted shrug, you nestled in against him. ”Little better.“ Your poor voice was scratchy and quiet as a mouse. He was overcome with the urge to whisk you back into the bedroom and bundle you up tightly—especially when he registered that your outfit was only a flannel shirt. 

”Hmm, ya don't sound too good. Ain't ya chilly, sweetheart?“ He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing one hand over your exposed thigh in an attempt to warm you up. 

Nodding against his neck, you shuddered. Frowning, Frank pressed a kiss to your head. “Why don't we get ya somethin' better to wear? Ya look adorable in my shirt, doll, but it ain't the warmest choice.”

Making a mournful noise of protest, you wrapped the soft fabric tightly around yourself. “I like it. It's soft, like you.” 

Frank chuckled at the unique description of himself, hand still stroking your bare leg. “A'right, let's get ya some pants, at least.”

Gently setting you on your feet, Frank's heart swelled with a protective affection when you shyly took his hand as he led you to the bedroom. You looked so small in his massive shirt, arms completely dwarfed by the plaid sleeves

Finding his softest pair of sweats, he held them up. “How 'bout these?” 

At your sleepy yet affirmative nod, he gestured for you to sit before slipping the pants over your legs. Tying the string tightly to prevent the oversized fabric from falling down, Frank perched next to you, holding you upright as a coughing fit bent you at the waist. 

“Christ, doll, you ok?” In lieu of a response, you sighed roughly and let him put an arm around your sagging shoulders. “Why don't I make ya somethin’ hot to drink before we both get some rest?” 

“Yes please.” You whispered, hoarsely. Kissing your cheek tenderly, Frank stood up and made for the door—only to be pulled back by your weak grip.

“Can I come?” Your voice cracked around the request and he winced as his own throat ached in sympathy. 

“If you want to, darlin’,” He nodded, grasping your waist to help you off the bed. 

Once in the kitchen, Frank got to work. Grabbing a lemon, some honey, and a bottle of whiskey from the pantry, he pulled you flush against him as the water started to boil—tucking your unusually warm head under his chin and drawing circles over your back. 

Grimacing at the shrill whistle from the teapot, you withdrew from his comforting embrace, giving an insincere smile when he showed you the silly mug he’d set aside. 

Frank made quick work of the task at hand, whipping up the hot toddy with ease and passing it to you. “Careful, darlin’, it’s hot.” 

Nodding blearily, you gratefully accepted the mug, pulling it to your flannel-covered chest with a small sigh of relief. “Thank you.” You murmured, blowing on the liquid before taking a few small sips. Humming appreciatively, you closed your eyes. 

“Anytime, babydoll.”

[martellweek]

TOMORROW

— Elia Martell

"But, rare for a woman of our land, her flower came with no thorns. She was kind and clever, with a gentle heart."

[agardenofbasil]

Happy valentines ❤️ can I request ferranpedri and "i'll help you change" 🤭🫶

This is probably going to be extended and posted to Ao3 at some point. I hope you enjoy this little bit first.

Ferran knows something’s wrong by the 75th minute. 

Why is he still on the grass? Why isn't he asking to come off?

Probably for that stupid MVP recognition. Which, of course, Pedri nabs. Was there any other choice?

Pedri applauds his teammates. There's not a single trace of discomfort in his features, even when he takes his jacket off for the post-match interview. Yet, throughout it, the midfielder keeps his arm at an awkward elevation. 

Ferran has seen enough. He walks into the locker room and waits. 

Pedri is the last to come in. Everyone else is already in the showers or getting whatever post match treatment they need after Sevilla tried to break their legs. And no doubt de Jong and Lewan are trying to keep Fermín level headed. 

It's just him and Pedri. 

“Hey,” Pedri says breezily. 

“Your arm,” Ferran comments coolly. It's enough to make Pedri stop. 

“It's not bad. It'll be bruised tomorrow. That's all.”

“Can you move it?”

“Yeah.” But he winces while opening his bag.

Ferran gets up.

“I'm okay, Ferran.”

“You're not. I should've talked to the ref.”

Pedri shrugs. “He wouldn't have done anything.” When Pedri tries to take off his kit, his face mangles with pain. 

It's the final straw for Ferran. 

“I'll help you change.”

Pedri doesn't fight him. Just sits on the bench, tired from it all. “Okay.”

Ferran starts with his peds, unlacing and pulling them and Peri’s socks off. He unwraps his shin guards, taking care to put them into Pedri's bag. The right guard has his family’s names etched into them. 

There's only one name on the left guard. 

Ferran guides Pedri's arms up. “Hurts?”

“No. It's just my forearm.” 

Ferran grasps Pedri’s kit and pulls up. A quick glance at Pedri’s left arm reveals nothing, but Ferran knows better. Pedri doesn't bruise quickly; it will take hours for his tan skin to go that ugly shade of black and blue. And it's going to hurt. 

When he looks away from Pedri’s arm, he sees the midfielder is back to being rosy cheeked. “What? It's not like I haven't seen this before.”

“Saw it all last night, didn't you?”

The comment is so un-Pedri like that Ferran’s anger is nearly absolved. “Are you flirting with me in public?”

“Maybe.”

“Ass. I'm helping you change.”

Pedri runs his hand through Ferran’s hair. “Thank you.”

Ferran nods. The way Pedri pets him… Ferran’s no fucking knight in shining armor. Undressing Pedri is purely selfish on his part. He can only stay away for so long, can only go so long without needing Pedri’s heels digging into the small of his back, needing Pedri panting in his ear.

But then Pedri does this. Looks at him with gold eyes and nothing short of gunfire in the way it pierces through him. And then Ferran realizes he’s never bothered with the armor. Not when it’s Pedri.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

Pedri takes his chin. “You should help me shower too.”

Ferran grins. 

[autumnslance]

With how you write Thancred, he'd be perfect as a gunslinger!

Don't encourage meeee!!

Though he has the gunblade and the gruff but protective demeanor, thief with a heart of gold is literally baked into his character type argh...!!

Though figuring out what Zaine's doing in this AU (besides making eyes at the pretty blonde miner) is plaguing me and I blame @scrollsfromarebornrealm for everything.

[71078]

gavi in business/finances to inherit a family company empire and pedri an average creative arts student?? gavi pursuing pedri?? pedri laughing at his attempts before they get together?? but being shamelessly in love when they do?? what do we think guys 🤓

[hendolish]

can u do jude comforting trent when he finds him upset +maybe crying and jude just holds him

jude bellingham/trent alexander-arnold - horizons

The training ground is quiet, the only sound the soft thud of his football boots against the grass as Jude makes his way through the maze of corridors, a sense of unease gnawing at his gut. He knows something's not right, can feel it in the heavy atmosphere that hangs over the place like a dark cloud.

As he rounds the corner, he spots Trent sitting alone on the dressing room bench, head bowed and shoulders slumped. Jude's heart clenches at the sight, concern flooding through him as he quickens his pace.

"Trent?" Jude's voice is soft, tentative, as he approaches his teammate.

Trent looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and puffy, tears glistening in the corners. He tries to offer a weak smile, but it falters, crumbling under the weight of his emotions.

Jude doesn't hesitate. Without a word, he sits down beside Trent, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. Trent doesn't resist, instead leaning into the embrace, seeking solace in Jude's comforting presence.

They sit in silence for a while, the only sound their steady breathing and the occasional sniffle from Trent. Jude doesn't press him to talk, knowing that sometimes, all you need is someone to be there for you, to offer a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold.

Slowly, Trent's breathing begins to even out, his tears subsiding as he finds comfort in Jude's embrace. Jude tightens his grip, offering silent reassurance that he's not alone, that they're in this together. He, more than anyone, understands the pressures of greatness.

Eventually, Trent lifts his head, his eyes meeting Jude's with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. "Thanks.” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

Jude smiles softly, his heart swelling with affection for his teammate and friend. "Anytime." he replies sincerely, squeezing Trent's shoulder gently.

They stay like that for a while longer, lost in their own thoughts but connected by the unspoken bond that binds them together. And as the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training ground, Jude knows that no matter what challenges they face, they'll always have each other to lean on.

♡

[lfc21]

Shut away

Player: Trent Alexander Arnold

Tw: angst, break up, crying

Authors note: This is my first time doing pov as well so I would appreciate your honest feedback. Enjoy.

You had to be honest, Sunday mornings in your bedsheets were something you could live with. Waking up alone started to seem like the new trend and the idea of thinking about him was simply just a memory. It's better off this way. It wasn't always like this. It was cuddling on a sunlit morning, breakfast in bed and late-night drives in the dead of night. It was the pure bliss of every memory. This was the memory you wanted to remember him by, not the screaming, shouting and crying it ended with.

The reality was now in full swing. There was no time for memories and past living, it was all for the present but the irony was it didn't feel like a present it felt like hell. You sat waiting for the call, the ringing or simply just a calling from the outside of your once-shared house. You sat in your white tee, with no makeup, no sense of what day it was and no amount of care for anything. Was this what the movies told you a heartbreak was, pure agony? Your legs swung from side to side as your hands gripped the pure marble countertop you were sitting on, your eyes pierced through the floor and your face was filled with anything but light. Numb. As you felt your patience slowly slip away from you your house was filled with the sound of your doorbell. It was time. You took a deep breath in, a breath that could take away the look of pain from you. You checked your hair in the mirror and made a beeline straight for the door.

"H-hi" you started letting your breath take your words. There he stood his car keys in one hand and a ball full of freedom in the other. He looked better than you, in fact he looked better than he had ever done and at that moment you died. For those 5 seconds, your life became a story.

"Hey," He said back almost in a whisper as he admired your appearance in front of him. Your hair was perfectly styled considering you had not long woken up and your eyes were still full of sparkle and radiance. That was where he went wrong, he took away any sort of shimmer and light from your eyes when he wrecked the one thing you were living for. Your relationship. Yet he couldn't see that your sparkle had gone. "Can I come in?" He added awkwardly as he tried to work out what you were thinking about.

"oh y-yeah, it is still your house after all" You stupidly said not thinking about how insensitive your sounded. You stood to the side of the door hoping and praying that you could simply fade away into the air in your own words. You watched as your past love seemed to wander through the walls of your very own fairy tale. "Your bags and stuff are upstairs" You added signalling to the large staircase that stood clearly in the hallway. Trent simply nodded with tight lips and weary eyes. He had never looked this way before, completely lifeless and numb, as if nothing in the world was worth living for. You watched as his tired and weightless legs descended the steps, you had to use your whole willpower to not engulf him in your embrace and never let him go.

"What room are they in?" Trent asked from the landing with loud words yet a softened tone. It was strange, the idea of Trent not calling this home hurt. It hurt way more than you thought it would.

"Erm, our n-no my room" You stuttered from the bottom of the stairs. You didn't know what words were right in this situation. Was it your room was it his? You heard his footsteps tap into your bedroom. With every step taken your heart dropped a little more and more.

Trents POV

I walked into the very familiar 4 walls. The room was just the same - perfectly cleaned, with shining mirrors and the TV constantly playing in the background. This felt like home. I walked further into the room scanning my eyes at the piles of bags waiting for me to collect. They were bin bags, creased messy black bin bags looking numb and hopeless, just like me. I noticed a small white book on top of one of the bags, a book I had skipped through so many times before. It had the very date my life changed forever, the day I met y/n. I sat on the familiar bed with the same white bed sheets we picked out the day we moved in. I opened the book and the pictures were lying on every page. A new memory on every piece, the years were going by as quickly as the paper was moving. It was like going back in time.

Y/n's POV

You could hear nothing. The footsteps were gone and your heart finally stopped falling to the floor. It all seemed somewhat ok. You made your way up the wooden staircase as you noticed your bedroom door open a jar. You saw him, the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He was sitting perched on the end of the bed gripping a small white book. The small white book. You gave it to him on your anniversary and knew it was something worth keeping but you couldn't bare the idea of holding onto it. You had to give it away, you could barely look on Instagram without the tears threatening to spill. You pushed open the door and his head still hung low, he had shame written all over him.

"Y/n," He said with a breath as he noticed your frame stood in the door. His heart fell into his mouth. He was fine before he saw the memories you used to have.

"Trent," You said back just as quietly. All you wanted to do was take his hand in yours and start over again but what was done had time to stay. Trent knew he couldn't keep a relationship, he knew that football and his famous lifestyle would shoot him down one day but instead it shot you down. You fell for the irresistible charm and dashing good looks. Every day turned into a week with him and every week turned into months and before you knew it you were moving in with each other. You, him and his lifestyle. It would all catch up on him one day and that one day was the day he forgot your anniversary for the second time, he was out with the team - drinking, dancing and partying, and you were left on your own. It was just him and the music yet it should have been you and him, together. "I-I thought maybe you would want that. It's ok if you don't, you know I could just throw it out or something" You rambled wishing every word that fell from your mouth made it to hell and not Trent's ears.

"Yeah I understand" he dryly said back as if he wasn't digesting every word you spoke. You stayed silent, letting the dreaded and sickening feeling of nerves run through the room. He sat there, still and with no sign of movement. His foot tapped on the floor and his eyes were piercing the carpet beneath him. You didn't know what words were suitable at this moment.

"Good I a-"

"Be my girlfriend again?" Trent eagerly said as he jumped at your words. You took a step back as the pounding of your heartfelt unbearable. You stared at him, waiting for a second set of words begging you to forget what he had said.

"T-trent" You mumbled as a breath praying he wasn't doing this here. Your hand grabbed the door frame. The cold feeling of the wood against your now burning-hot hands helped you stay the slightest bit cooler. His eyes looked up through his lashes. He saw you, he saw your face - still and frozen like you had been dancing in the snow, Yet you weren't dancing. Instead, you were stuck, still and in danger of everything.

"Y/n please just listen to me" He begged quickly standing up and walking towards you. His eyes were dark and his face was still, you couldn't work him out. His hands grabbed yours and you're breath galloped out of your mouth. You looked down, you couldn't bare to give in to the monster that wanted you so much. "Y/n look at me" He added placing his hand under your chin and gently trying to pull your head up.

"why?" You said in almost a yell as you snapped your head up and jumped at his actions. "So you can reason some kind of bull shit again" You shouted just as loud this time not wanting this to go on any longer. He came to collect his things, yet he was trying to collect you. He wanted your broken heart, and the missing pieces it came with.

"It's not bullshit" Trent pleaded as you could hear the agony in his words. You released your hands from his and stared at him. You were searching for the Trent you learnt to love but you couldn't see him, instead, you could see the Trent that stayed out all night, and spent most days with his teammates playing Xbox games.

"Leave" You dryly said. You pointed to the stairs and you watched as his eyes fell and he knew it wasn't worth fighting. His shoulders slumped and his heart fell heavy. You waited, waited for his movement but there was nothing. "Leave Trent," You said again this time in a tone you would only use on a naughty child. It was at this moment that the house you had together was no longer shared, the dates you spent laughing and kissing were no longer a sweet memory and the idea of one day becoming his very own by-law was just a crazy and unrealistic idea. He took the bags and swiftly walked past you, with every step he took both of your hearts tried every last second spent with each other to rekindle, but what was broken couldn't be fixed. You both made your way downstairs, his hand grabbed the front door and it was at that moment you knew it was over. Your eyes began to fill and you tried with every bone in your body to stop yourself from the sobs that fell from your small body but it was too late. Trent looked behind him as he carried his bags to his car, his eyes were red and his face fell soft at your broken being. You waved him goodbye, a slight wave with nothing but shame hanging in it.

You shut the door, you shut your heart and you shut away the idea of any contact with the man you loved.

Hey guys! 👋🏻 I think we all sometimes need a bit of trent angst 😏 This week I will be trying to get out lots of imagines - short, long, one-shot, storied and requests. So requests are open but please be patient! 😄 7-0 last night!! Amazing result 😍 masterlist 2022 💌 masterlist 2023 💌

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[lycankeyy]

If picos school fixation makes me get over my arachnophobia being triggered by pictures of spiders bc I keep having to see them when researching for my penilian designs I will kill someone /silly

[sonic-oc-central]

#6: Where does your OC live? Do they live with anyone else?