#i still don’t have any idea who to make his FC be

[littlexdeaths]

those who have read my old version of SDK, or the first part of the new version….

who do you picture as Scotty?

[xndrexcruz]

When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player

✮- warnings: none i don’t think

Requests are open

masterlist here

João Félix

“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.

You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”

He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)

You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”

João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.

“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”

Pablo Gavi

“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.

You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”

You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”

Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)

You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”

He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”

You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”

Pedri González

“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”

He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”

You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”

Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)

You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”

A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”

“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.

Fermín López

“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.

You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)

You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”

Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”

You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”

He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”

Héctor Fort

“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.

You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”

He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”

You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”

Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””

You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”

Lamine Yamal

"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."

He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."

Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")

You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."

He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"

Marc Guiu

"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.

You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."

He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."

Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."

You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."

"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.

[vicolette]

Brother’s Admirer !

– A/N : the title is so weird ik but I have no other idea I’m sorry💔💔

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n, fluff

"Should we sit here?"

Irene nodded her head as she took a seat in the stands, watching the footballers of FC Barcelona play on the training ground. You sat beside her, your coat keeping you warm, although the sun was shining bright.

"Why is it still so cold? It’s march!" Your best friend complained as she sighed in disbelief, hiding her face in her hands as she groaned. In response to her mood swing, you let out a chuckle, but your attention wasn’t really there for her.

It was for Pau, her younger brother.

Your lips twitched as a smile blossomed on your face, your gaze following him before you realized that Irene was still there, acting oblivious about your secret crush when you looked at her.

Since two years, you have had been enamored with Pau – his awkward personality and good looks were making your heart melt whenever you saw the teenager. Now, as he grew older and you did too, you could notice the changes in his life. A bit more confident than he used to be and he also grew a lot taller, much lie his muscles.

However, there was barely any chances for you to get together with him, especially since you were befriended with Irene. It would ruin the friendship and, even if love was something you wanted in your life, you valued your friendship more than some potentially relationship with her brother.

"I don’t know…" Your mutter was quiet as you lowered your head, staring at your plain white shoes while she kept talking. The original hang out plan was to study at her place while Pau was at training and then get some ice cream, but it changed when you both somehow managed to get your work done earlier.

Truth being told, you focused on it way more than usual to get over with it and get some sweets, since you have been craving ice cream for a while now, although it wasn’t even the perfect weather for it.

"Here." Irene snapped you out of your trace as she held out a popsicles for you, the other one that you have bought already in her mouth. The coldness of it made her tense up, which earned a laughter from you.

"Thanks." As you ripped off the wrapper and took a bite out of it, you could feel the delicious taste of strawberry ice cream. Silence crept into the place as you both watched the smaller teams play, before you spoke up once again. "Should we even eat ice cream during winter?"

"Nah, but who cares?" You both laughed at her question, yet she then went quiet, indicating that she was trying to remember something. "Wait, I need to pay you back for the popsicles."

"Keep it, it’s no–"

"Oh my god, my wallet!" Irene gasped in horror, taking her purse as she searched for her belongings, when she then deadpanned and glanced at you. "I forgot it at home."

You chuckled at her dramatic expression, shrugging your shoulders as you rolled your eyes playfully, when you suddenly met the eyes of Pau. He had heard Irene and hadn’t seen her previously, so he looked away to see what she was doing.

"Pau!" The familiar voice of Flick was heard as he turned around, yelling out an apology as he got back into the flow of the game, returning his focus to the opposing players.

Irene raised an eyebrow at her brother, wondering what might have gotten him so distracted, before the realization dawned upon her. Her gaze landed on you and before you could even say anything, whether it was to defend yourself or say the truth, she giggled.

"Pau seems to be lovely, right?" She tilted her head as Irene awaited a positive answer, which you had truthfully given her.

"Yeah, yeah, totally…" Your smile faltered when you realized what she was doing – setting you up with him. It made your heart flutter at the thought, hoping that what you thought was true.

"And..! Did I tell you about the time when he saved a cat from a tree? He’s growing up too fast!" She mockingly wiped a fake tear away from her eye, sarcasm lingering in her voice as she looked back at him. You weren’t that naïve to not realize her tactics, since you’ve gotten used to them, but it still made you blush in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Pau's team had won the mini match and although he wasn’t too fazed by it, he had tried to amaze you with his skills. Hell, he even scored a banger to make you think that he was someone so strong and out of the world.

"Good game, kiddo." Lewandowski's voice was audible behind him, an arm wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled him closer. When the media coordinator was done taking a photo of them celebrating their win for their Instagram account, Robert pointed out a specific secret of his. "Your crush is here! Is that why you stole the ball so often?"

"Obviously, grandpa."

"Are you learning from Lamine, or what?"

– A/N : my eleventh post!! Hope you liked it<3

[its-time-to-write]

ugggghhh I love your writing! your style and just voice are outstanding!

could you write something with Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) who are dating (but no one knows) and they are doing a PR thing for England or some ad campaign? And they have to do silly things and show how much they know about each other (like they have known each other since they were in school and have been friends for a while) but then Keeley catches on or something. Sorry if this doesn't make sense, but essentially it is Jamie and a professional footballer (female reader) relationship, thank you! <3

✌️😗

you’re a mansion with a view

There’s an insistent knocking on the door. It’s who-the-fuck-knows o’clock Jamie has been inside all day, lights off and dealing with a wicked hangover. The pounding on the door syncs up with the pounding in his head, and he Jamie shuffles to open it so the person on the other side can shut up.

He opens it to find you, mid-knock.

“Put a shirt on, Tartt,” you say as you push past him, grocery bag in hand. Jamie looks down. He’s just in his trousers, and for once he’s grateful that it isn’t the other way around.

“Fucking hell, Killer,” he groans. “Shouldn’t you be at training?”

You shake your head, ignoring the fact that he used your football nickname as opposed to your actual name. “Nope. It’s five. Training’s done for the day.”

Jamie follows you to his kitchen. Why you’re walking around like you own the place, he has no idea.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asks. “And how do you know where all my stuff is?”

You tap your head. “Our houses have the same layout. I can see yours from across the street, and noticed you haven’t been out in like, a week. That’s a record for you.”

Jamie rubs his face. “Fucking hell,” he says again. “So why are you here?”

You turn around from the fridge. “Figured you haven’t had a decent meal besides vanilla vodka.” You make a face. “Disgusting. Just because you’re not playing football doesn’t mean you can neglect nutrition, Tartt.”

“I ain’t neglecting my nutrition,” he replies. “Just…” he trails off.

You smirk. “Uh huh, that’s what I thought. The great Jamie Tartt, drowning his sorrows in vanilla vodka and becoming a couch potato. You haven’t even had any women ‘round to numb the sting. That’s new.”

You flip on a light to which Jamie groans. You flip it off. “So are you going to put on a shirt, or..?”

“Killer,” Jamie says for the third time, “the fuck are you doing in my house?”

You pretend to be digging in the grocery bag so you don’t have to look at his face.

“Saw your interview,” you reply as nonchalantly as possible. “Thought you might need someone to make sure you haven’t, I don’t know, died.”

Jamie knocks his head against the wall. “Has everyone fucking seen that?” 

You shrug. “Personally, I liked it a lot better than your season of Lust Conquers All. Lot more feeling in that one interview than the whole show, if you ask me.”

“So you saw that,” Jamie comments. This is far too many words for the headache he has.

“Yup.” 

“And you’re still here.”

“Uh huh.”

Jamie is at a loss for words. Everyone else has left him because of that fucking tv show, where he acted like the worst version of himself and didn’t even fucking win.

Doesn’t make sense that you, a midfielder from some women’s FC, would be in his house pulling out real food and making sure he’s alright.

For a moment, Jamie feels bad that he can’t remember what team you play for.

He thinks that this goes beyond neighborly duties. Sure, you live across the street from him and you’ve seen each other at various events, but this is probably the first real conversation you’ve ever had. He has no idea what to make of it.

He asks, “Why do you care?” then immediately cringes at the harsh tone of his voice.

You slam the fridge door harder than you anticipate, making you both jump.

“Because,” you say, then you sigh. 

“Footballer life off the pitch sucks sometimes. I wish someone had checked on me.”

“I ain’t a footballer,” Jamie points out, vaguely remembering something about your name in some less-than-friendly headline.

You roll your eyes. “Whatever you say, Tartt.”

—

Five months later, you’re at some random football pitch in your full kit and far more makeup than you’d wear to a match. 

Some magazine is doing some profile on different footballers, taking photos with different men and women from all kinds of teams together. You’re not sure why you, a midfielder, are here with Tartt, a striker.

You’re not complaining.

“Oi, Tartt,” you call, “how does it feel to be scored on by a girl?”

(The photographer wanted some action shots of you and Jamie playing 1 v 1.)

Jamie scoffs. “My masculinity ain’t fragile, Killer. Just lucky you didn’t break any of my bones.” He says the words carefully, as if they’re unfamiliar to his tongue and he wants to get them just right.

“You know I have a name, right?” you ask, breathing hard. You’ve dribbled the ball back to Jamie and are standing practically forehead to forehead. “Like, a real actual name that you’re allowed to use?”

Jamie grins and drops his voice to a near-whisper, “Oh I know how to use your name, love.”

You shiver, trapped in his gaze for a minute. 

The spell is broken as the photographer shouts, “Alright loves, let’s stage some of you two together.”

You both turn to jog to the sidelines, where she begins posing you. 

“Wow,” she remarks, “you two have great chemistry. Usually I have to tell you footballers to act like you like each other.”

Jamie grins and knocks his shoulder into yours. “Hear that, Killer?” he asks, “She thinks we have good chemistry.”

You roll your eyes and feign annoyance. “Be professional, Tartt.”

The photographer asks, “How long have you known each other?”

You and Jamie say, “Two years,” in perfect unison.

“My goodness,” she laughs, “you two are just in sync today! How’d you meet?” You say, “we’re neighbors,” at the same time Jamie says, “at a party.”

You both look at each other. “We met because we live across the street from each other,” you say.

Jamie shakes his head, “No, we met a week before you moved in at a party.”

“What party?” you ask. “Pretty sure I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

“Nah,” Jamie replies, “You were too busy getting sloshed with your teammates while they all hit on Keeley.” 

You scrunch your nose. “Was I sloshed?”

“Yep,” Jamie says. “Properly. It was the end of the season, so makes sense.”

“Weird,” you reply. “My first memory of you is when you tried to break into my house because you were too busy snogging this model to figure out you were on the wrong side of the street.”

“Oi, it could happen to anyone!” Jamie says defensively.

“Sure,” you laugh. “Happens to me all the time.”

You reach out to steal the football that’s tucked under Jamie’s arm, but he’s too quick for you. 

“Give it!” you say, still laughing.

He holds it above your head. “Give what?” he asks innocently. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You’re jumping and trying to pull his arm down to where you can reach and are almost successful when he tosses it to his other hand.

“No fair!” you cry, “You’re taller than me!”

Jamie grins. “Oh, you want the football then? Maybe try asking nicely.”

You still. “Jamie,” you begin, “could you please give me the football?”

He’s still holding it high above you as he considers. “Hm.” He pretends to think for a moment. “No.” He breaks away from you and kicks it into the goal across the field.

“You can have it now,” he says when he returns. You’re trying so hard to be mad at him, but he has that silly little grin he gets when he’s trying to make you laugh and you just can’t fake a frown.

“Screw you, Tartt,” you laugh.

Jamie raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to reply when he’s cut off by the photographer.

“You two get along really well,” she says. “I think you’d be cute together.”

You blush and Jamie says, “I fucking hope so. She’s my girlfriend. Oi, d’you want a picture of us kissing?”

“No she doesn’t,” you say.

“Yes she does,” Jamie says. “We’re fucking adorable, babe. Football’s power couple. Behind Posh and Becks, of course,” he says as an afterthought. 

“Fine,” you say, “One. Then I’m getting that football and your ass is grass, Tartt.”

Jamie grins. “Fine by me, love.”

He leans in to kiss you but you pull away at the last second, sprinting toward the football still under the goalposts. Did he really think you were going to play fair?

[slythzriins]

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[inglourious-imagines]

Beers, Tomato, and Suspenders (Lewis Nixon X GN!Reader)

Prompts: 106 – Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation. & 109 – I saw that. You just checked me out.

Summary: Before D-Day. Two conversations take place, one with your best friend George Luz, the second with your (perhaps, perhaps not) friend Lewis Nixon. What can come out of this?

Warnings: some f words

Author’s Note: Long time no see, my friends! I’m sorry for being MIA for so long. Anyway, consider this some sort of a comeback 😊. There have ended up some BoB smut requests in my inbox so to inform you, I’m not writing smut, at least not yet, for I do not feel comfortable doing so. I apologise to the people who came to me through my inbox to ask me some questions, sorry I wasn’t able to answer them.

-> Also does anyone know how to edit masterlist (or any other old post actually) after some time? I'm not able to update my masterlist or just simply edit a list of fandoms. Help is greatly appreciated! Thank you!

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @meteora-fc @eugenesmorphine @band-of-brothers-cz @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany @punkgeekchic @wexhappyxfew @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @rayofshanshine @mavysnavy @easynix @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox @happyveday @order-of-river-phoenix @whoahersheybars

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“Okay, we have a few more days before we’re moving out and you still haven’t done anything about your big fat crush on-“

“Shut the fuck up, Luz!” you exclaim, covering his mouth with yours. He laughs at your somewhat childish behaviour, but then he licks your hand so you would pull it away and also to annoy you even more so the fight over who’s more immature is clearly won by him again.

“You are disgusting,” you say, but your lips slowly form a soft smile – the situation is quite ridiculous; two paratroopers discussing one’s crush in the middle of a bar somewhere in Britain, while other paratroopers around them are getting blind drunk. “And I do not intend to do anything about it.”

George pouts, clearly he is more than excited to see you hit on someone, the need for some entertainment overwhelms him and you are sure that once you would have gotten up from your chair, Liebgott and Tab would be immediately by Luz’s side, cheering you on and closely watching the situation unfold. But you remain sitting, and George has to turn to his beer instead.

“But why?” he presses on, once he finishes his glass of that golden liquid and sets it down on the wooden bar. “Tab has some classified information that Lewis Nixon is over the heels for you.” That makes you laugh out loud, and soon enough George joins you but for another reason completely – he laughs because someone else is laughing and he’s drunk, you laugh because that sentence alone sounded so ridiculous that you simply could not react in any other way.

George doesn’t bring up the topic anymore, but he remains at your side as if he knows something you don’t. You sing with Floyd, you play cards with Malarkey and Muck, you have a contest about who downs a beer faster with Toye (you win but Joe swears he’ll challenge you soon enough and this time for money for he is sure that he’ll be the winner). You try to stay away from drinking too much alcohol; those two beers, one with George and one with Joe, plus the one shot with Eugene (which you practically coerced him into drinking – who could have said no when the toast was to victory?) is pretty much the only liquor flowing in your veins.

For a moment, George excuses himself (“When I drink, I always have to piss all the fucking time. I hate it.”) and you find yourself on your own behind the bar, wondering whether another beer is a good idea until someone interrupts your thoughts. “Hey Joe, get me a pint, would ya?”

You’ve spent so much time daydreaming about that voice, that by now you can recognize it anytime, anywhere, in your sleep, in your dreams, from meters away. You turn your head to your favourite intelligence officer and you’re suddenly glad you have not ordered that beer because you would have probably choked on it for Lewis Nixon just looks so good in just the green trousers, green shirt, and those damn suspenders. While he waits for his drink (apparently, he’s all out of Vat69 when he’s opted for beer), he slips his one arm under one part of the suspenders, then his other arm, and the suspenders fall down from his shoulders, hanging now from his hips from their clips on his trousers. This simple action, that takes not more than few seconds, leaves you breathless, you could watch him just be his self for hours on end and never get tired from the sight.

“I saw that,” he suddenly turns to you, “you just checked me out.”

Now you would have definitely choked on that beer. Your cheeks redden immediately, you know exactly how you look (like a fucking tomato, that’s for sure) and you struggle really hard to find an excuse because it’d be obvious even to a blind person that you were downright staring at him.

“I did not.” you state as sternly as you could, but Nixon smiles and for some reason unknown to you, he does not go away but rather orders another beer that lands before you in a moment.

Lexis is apparently pleased at how flustered he can make you, he is enjoying it to his bones, so he does not stop teasing you. “Yes, yes, you did.” A bigger smile now adorns his face, and you have to fight really hard to not smiling again because his joy is so contagious.

“No, I did not. If anything, you were checking me out.” you try to spin the conversation in another way and to your surprise (and later pleasure) it works for Lewis steps a little closer to you and responds. “Well, I did not really try to hide it, did I.”

It’s more of a statement than a question and for the second time in about three minutes you are blushing again like a teenager.

Nixon goes on. “And at least I can admit it.”

Your head is spinning, you quite can’t comprehend that this is what you are talking about with Nix, and he just stands so close to you, you could touch his army shirt if you desired to, the urge to run your fingers through his messy hair is storming you and you find yourself in need of a fresh air. But you don’t step away, you wouldn’t dare to because this type of breathlessness just feels good.

So, you opt to play his little game. “Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

Lewis’s eyes sparkle. He takes his beer in one hand, yours in other and nods his head in the direction where the doors out of the bar are. “Maybe we should fix that.”

Finally you smile at him, you know he knows you won’t decline the offer, but it doesn’t bother you one bit. “The conversation or our not-drunken state?”

Lewis grins at you in his own special mischievous way and he knows you know what the answer will be, but it doesn’t bother him one bit. “How about both?”

[marsconer]

the very long draft of the atla prequel fic i’ll never write

- title idea: oh, brother were art thou ?

- focuses on : iroh and ozai’s dynamic from childhood to the day he marries ursa. includes extras and dives into the fire nation royal family dynamic but it’s mostly about those two.

- inspirations: cain and abel’s story, the ballad of songbirds and snakes.

- characters included: iroh, ozai, azulon, the firelady ilah, ursa, iroh’s wife, ozai’s mistress. ( they will be named )

- characterizations :

iroh — sometimes we forget that iroh was the general. the warrior. the brother most familiar with blood and violent. iroh’s characterization should not shy away from that but also keep a core of goodness and questioning. he’s the one who should have a more reflexive internal monologue. it should be a growing difference between what he believes is right and what he actually does to the point where it breaks. the breaking point will not be part of the fic but it should be seeds planted yk? inspirations : regulus black, jaime lannister / faceclaim ideas : remy hii

ozai — the make or break character and the easiest to screw up ( i think ), too evil and the heart of the story is gone and iroh just looks stupid for loving his evil brother, not evil enough and it’s not ozai. his arc is not a corruption arc but the story of a man realizing he can get away with any atrocious act he decides to commit, his internal monologue lacks the reflexive nature of iroh’s, ozai never pounders on the right and wrong of an act only on how that could benefit him. as the brother who stayed home, ozai’s battle is mostly weeding out plots and schemes, of court drama and seizing power. inspirations: coriolanus snow, tom riddle, fc ideas: sebastian amoruso ( i know he played jet stfu ), dylan wang

firelord azulon — an absent father, i don’t care how his reign was, he is the definition of trying to rule with only force and falling ( being disliked by both high rankings and the people ), hard power ! he’s more of representation of a fire nation that looks down on weakness ( non-benders, women, children ) inspiration: tywin lannister

firelady ilah — a cruel mother who loves power but can possess none because she’s a woman so she tries to teach her sons her form of strength, manipulations, secrets, blackmail, iroh had more aptitude but he was azulon’s general so she had to make do with ozai ( who refuses to learn but will eventually ), she’s the bitterness of a fascist woman in a fascist man’s world. she’s frustrated in all ways possible and that bitterness turns to wickedness. inspirations: alicent hightower if she was like her haters think she is, morgana, walburga black. fc ideas: michelle yeoh

lady ursa — poor lady ursa, i haven’t read to comics and i don’t buy they are cannon so here’s my characterization of the pookiest of pookies. lady ursa was the daughter of important people, think courtiers, who never really wanted a child, ursa was also raised in palace along with many other high borns. she was also younger than ozai and a talented herbalist. she wanted to marry him and do her duty, he was good looking and a prince and she was barely sixteen. and she wanted out of her parent’s grasp. probably one of the most unlucky people in the story. at first ignored and humiliated before their marriage and after abused and controlled. inspirations: katherine howard / fc claim ideas : ashley liao, lola tung

aliya ( ozai’s mistress ) — this is a very self indulgent character bc i like parallels and the hope that some air nomads survived in secret and had children. aliya is this concept with the addition that she’s a performer on ember island who would really like a bridge to her ancestor’s culture and past but also probably is acutely aware of how she’s not the airbender she should be. she’s a dancer, she’s an acrobat, she’s artist, she’s vain and attached to material desires and smarter than she looks but also still just a girl trying to keep herself alive and her secrets secret. ( yes, ozai lowkey kinda kills her or at least thinks he and erased her and her family from history. snowbaird coded but also worse ) inspirations: lucy gray baird, satine / fc claim ideas : simone ashley

saori ( iroh’s wife ) — very minor character but all that can be said is that she’s no easy woman. she’s demanding of him after they are arranged together because she believes and sees that he can be better. she also grew up in the palace as a courtier and is known for being incredibly opinionated and sharp on her wit. inspirations: beatrice ( much ado about nothing ) / fc claim : jamie chung

[entityforged]

i've had back for more on repeat for several days so uhhhh here is my official plotting call for all my txt fcs! under the cut is basic info for all of them, as well as a few plot/ship ideas. i’m open to other plots too; please just have someone or something in mind!

benny (they/them, gay, beomgyu fc): sweet shy autistic ooak doll maker, i mostly use their witch verse but they have a non-magic verse i don’t mind using! they’re very soft and don’t go out much but they have a lot of online friends and when they do get close to someone, they’re so adoring. i would love more supernatural/magical connections, friends to lovers, and/or someone who’ll flirt with them a ton to make them super flustered.

seunhwa (he/they, bi, soobin fc, tw for death and abuse): indie foley artist preparing to take over the family bookstore because none of their siblings want to. he’s very colorful and outgoing but has a lot of trauma he hides. very flirtatious and very self sacrificial. i would love something messy and unhealthy, since he’s so much of a people pleaser he can get mixed up in toxic dynamics if it makes the other person happy, but i’d love to see him happy just as much ajshsjsh.

porter (he/him, gay, taehyun fc): surfer boy and environmental science major who recently got out of a very toxic relationship and is trying very hard to recover from the trauma and be a good person again. looks like a fuckboy jock until he's citing academic sources during an argument. i would love to see him try to reconnect to a friend he pushed away during his relationship, or anyone who’s patient and kind enough to work with him through all his trauma and fear of being in a relationship again.

yiseok (they/he, queer, yeonjun fc, tw for general gross zombie stuff): died and uhhhhhh came back very wrong. they’re basically a zombie, trying very hard to pretend everything’s normal. even more shy now than he was when he was alive, hungry all the time. i would love any supernatural/magical connections for them, especially because they don’t understand what happened to them; something soft and tender where they can realize that they’re still worthy of love and affection; or something unhinged and dangerous where they don’t have to hide what they are from their partner.

max (he/him/any pronouns, pan, yeonjun fc): bookworm who got in a surprising amount of fights as a kid. very scrappy and hardworking, and is helping jinsun open their salon. flirts by shamelessly reading smut in front of his crush. i would love a childhood friends to lovers dynamic; or some kind of rivals/nuisances to lovers; or a casual fwb thing that gets messy and needy but both of them deny there’s anything real.

lincoln (he/him, bi, heuning kai fc, tw for homophobia): the extremely spoiled baby of his disgustingly rich family, experiencing consequences for his actions for the first time. is an animation major specializing in video game character design. i would love to see him with someone who does not take his bullshit and argues with him at every opportunity; or the boy who his parents have forbidden him from seeing at the threat of losing all their financial support (bonus points for this one if they were pretty casual so they have to hunt him down to get an explanation for why he ghosted them); or the shy person tutoring him in a subject he failed because we love cliches in this house.

[wolfkcng]

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 . . .

I. you MUST be 18+ to interact with me ( 21+ for smut interactions ), and your age must be clearly displayed somewhere on your blog. smut may be present here, and threads containing such will be hidden under read more. i will only write smut with people i am comfortable with. any other threads moving towards that direction, with people i am not too comfortable with yet, will fade to black. this blog will contain mature themes such as mentions of physical and emotional abuse , gore , death , among others. if you're not comfortable with this, please DO NOT follow me.

II. first things first. welcome to my blog ! my name is sylas. he / him / his pronouns. i'm portuguese , but have been living in the uk half of my life by now ! you can also find my stefan salvatore blog at @/stefcns. i have over ten years of tumblr roleplay experience so i have seen , heard just about everything that you can possibly imagine. just to give you an idea of how long i have been here, i still remember the good ol' fanmail ! my discord is available upon request, and i am generally good at keeping up with it. this blog and mun support the lgbt+ , minorities , etc. and are heavily anti-plec.

III. this is an independent & selective blog, and all this means is that i am not associated with a roleplay group and i only follow back muses that i can klaus interacting with. i don't do follow for follow, unfortunately. everyone i follow is someone i am interested in writing with and admire ( more often than not from afar, blaming my introvert self for this one ). basically, if i follow you, i’d like to write with you, so feel free to drop me a message or send in a meme as they can be great icebreakers.

IV. this blog will NOT water down klaus' character for the sake of a plot, romance or anything of the sort. with this being said, klaus' thoughts and actions towards your muse do not reflect on my opinion of you, your muse, etc. i am open to exploring every kind of connection, dynamic and ship — but romantic shipping will only take place based on chemistry.

V. my muse is essentially canon divergent, which means that whilst they were created by someone else, i will write them in my way , and will adapt their background story ( where and if necessary ) to fit the way i view them.

VI. i’m always accepting memes and always open to plot ! if you'd like to continue a meme as a thread, please feel free to do so. i may not always answer a meme straightaway, as it depends on how strong the muse is, but that doesn't mean it has been deleted or ignored. i will be replying to memes when the muse feels strongest, so that i feel comfortable and happy with the reply i am giving you.

VII. i can be quite forgetful, so please do remind me of our thread if it has been more than a week without a response from me. tumblr loves eating up notifications, and since i am mobile all the time, i can easily just miss out on it. please be patient with me as i can be quite a slow writer, and may occasionally disappear if my mental health decides to tackle me.

VIII. i will not interact with people whose muse uses an fc that has been banned. these fcs include problematic , underaged , deceased & others who don’t wish to be used. i will not interact with tiktok , instagram , youtube , reality tv or animated faceclaims either.

IX. please tag any mentions of self-harm , suicide & usfw images. i appreciate that some people enjoy to write with specific fonts , sizes , using different colours , etc. but it's not really for me. i am mobile all the time , and some fonts are not readable , some colours are not clear enough ( and i am colourblind which makes it worse ) and a lot of styling can make things extremely confusing for me — so i will stay away from blogs that heavily practice this.

X. i do have mains and exclusives, and they will be listed on my pinned post. if i am mains with someone that writes the same character as you, that doesn't mean we cannot write together or that we cannot be mains. i treat every thread and dynamic as its own, unless i state otherwise.

[echoestm]

Rules

🔪 This blog is NOT for the faint-hearted.

🔪 You MUST be 25+ to interact with me in any, way, shape or form. I’m an old guy in his thirties and while I don’t have anything at all against the underage set or young adults just over the line– I just feel more comfortable interacting with people closer to my own age. Please respect this.

🔪 If you want to follow me you MUST control your own online experience. I understand having squicks, triggers, and just general things that make you uncomfortable. If you make me aware of your discomforts, I will do my best to tag them as uncomfortable thing here cw. What I won’t do is cease to write about it, talk about it, reblog pictures of it, etc. Naturally, anything that makes you uncomfortable won’t be featured in any writing we do together. Just please, have and make use of xkit or tumblr savior. Basically, I don’t believe/agree that depiction equals endorsement. IC is not OOC. And fiction is not reality

🔪 I can and will talk the hind leg off of a horse if given the chance. I was once called The Church of Communication by a friend. A writing/rp’ing partnership will always work best with me if you’re someone who is communicative and has little to no qualms with expressing yourself. I value that shit almost above all. I take the word no like a champ! In fact, I like being told no because it immediately lets me know that you’re not just being polite when you do say yes. If I pitch an idea, a plot, or a verse and you’re not into it? PLEASE say so. I won’t be offended in the least and you’ll get so many brownie points from me, trust me, I’ll love you for it.

🔪 I love reminders! If you feel like I’ve forgotten or misplaced a thread, or maybe not been notified, don’t hesitate to give me a poke about it. I’m always down to go find what I’ve lost, and if there’s some other reason I haven’t gotten to it yet, I promise to let you know about it. For me, reminders are never an annoyance.

🔪 I read tags and I tend to follow their instructions. For example, if you make or reblog an ooc post about something you feel strongly about and you tag it ‘Unfollow me and block me now if you don’t agree/reblog/etc’ then… I’m probably going to unfollow you, as requested. Ideally, I’m all for agreeing to disagree when it comes to pretty much any subject. However you feel about something, I’ll respect that even if we don’t see eye-to-eye on it. Much like tagging squicks/triggers, if we don’t feel the same about something, then that something isn’t going to be brought up or argued or discussed continually between us. I’ll respect that you feel how you feel about whatever it may be, and act accordingly. However, my pet peeve are those posts with those kinds of demanding tags, unless they’re being used in a playful sense.

🔪 At the moment, I don’t have any banned fc’s and I technically don’t have any banned fandoms/media. There are shows/books/movies that I’m not into, but I don’t just ban them as a whole. Rp’ing is all about chucking muses into the unexpected and seeing what they do, so I’m almost always pretty open to whatever as long as we can customize, compromise, and find something that works for us both. Fuck SPN tho. I liked the first five seasons and then ragequit. I’m still open to playing around in that world though.

🔪 I don’t do exclusivity. I don’t judge the people that do, live and let live after all, but it’s just not for me. I like being able to play with multiple versions of the same muses because each writer brings a different take on them to the table and I’m greedy. I’m also an arrogant asshole, confident in my version of muses, so please, play with all the multiples that you like with no concern for me about it.

🔪 I used to say that I didn’t do mains, muses made a liar out of me. Some shit just clicks sometimes and getting guilted about it makes me sulk and fuck off of my blog.

🔪 I prioritize partners that don’t rp via the queue system. Again, no judgement– do what you need to in order to stay sane and happy, I’m just an excitable impatient person.

🔪 I will give pretty much anything/anyone a shot. Friendly to OC’s, crossovers, au’s, fandoms I know nothing about, etc. I don’t mind doing research into media I’m not familiar with, but depending on how much I have on my plate, I might be a little slow about it.

🔪 Last but not least, the big one that’ll run people off the most: THIS BLOG IS A GRIMDARK BLOG. Wiki explains it here, if you’re not familiar with the term. It means that this is a trigger-heavy blog. It is a dark blog. It’s contents will feature themes, thoughts, actions and speech that are real-world deplorable.

🔪 Finally, I have preferences when it comes to writing/plotting. Angst is my jam. I’m also a sucker for gritty realism weaved into these stories that ask us to suspend so much disbelief. Fine, Thor’s walking the earth, vampires are real, the impossible and probable are all very likely– but rent still needs to be paid, minimum wage sucks, NYC apartments are tiny and get easily cramped, etc. Fluff and coffeeshop au’s do nothing for me and I’m not any good at writing them. I’m not anti-happiness, but I do like to throw roadblocks in it’s way. I like stories that are painful, I like things that are hard, and threads/verses that fit those preferences are always going to be my favorite.

🔪 This is pretty much it? My rules page used to be like four lines about needing to be of age, tumblr etiquette, and communication– I actually kind of hate having really long rules pages, but I also want people to know what they’re getting into and be making well-informed decisions. I don’t want to ever unpleasantly surprise anyone with either IC or OOC content.

[football-and-fanfics]

Fine - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold Prompt: "Don't worry, I'm fine." Requested by: @s66x Warnings: mentions of injury

It had been a nasty collision with someone from the other team during Liverpool's latest match four days ago, which had left Trent with a fractured rib. Luckily there wasn't any additional damage, so he was prescribed rest and painkillers, and Klopp had excused him from training and all team activities for at least two weeks. After that they would see what was possible. Trent managed to stay at home for exactly two days. On the third day he already had the sensation of going mad with boredom and unused energy. Moving still hurt a lot, but he just had to get out of the house today or he would go completely insane. It took a lot of persuading, but finally Trent talked you into dropping him off at the AXA Training Centre. Just watching the training, or even sitting through a team meeting, would provide the much needed distraction.

xxx Trent slowly walked onto the training pitch. His fractured rib prevented him from walking with any kind of speed, so he took it very easy. Halfway down the pitch Klopp was having a casual conversation with Andy before training started properly, and that was who Trent was slowly making way for. Andy was the first one to spot Trent. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" "Don't worry, I'm fine." Trent tried to sound breezy, even though his injured rib was actually causing him a lot of discomfort. "I wouldn't classify you as fine, mate." Andy saw right through him. "You're obviously still in a lot of pain." Klopp now turned to Trent, too. "You don’t have to come in, you know that. You should indeed be in bed with that fractured rib." The coach sounded concerned. "I'm really not liking the idea of you walking around here." "Please, don’t send me away." Trent almost begged his boss. "I’m going mad at home. I'm nearly climbing up the walls with boredom and frustration of not being here. Please, just let me watch the training, boss." Klopp frowned at his young defender, clearly deciding whether or not he was going to allow this. He could see the desperation in Trent's eyes, now silently pleading not to be sent away. "Alright," Klopp finally agreed, "but you’re going to sit over there, and you’re not to move." "Absolutely," Trent immediately agreed, not planning on breaking any of these conditions. "Once training is over, you and I will talk about what we can come up with for the next few weeks for you to do." Klopp rested a gentle hand on Trent's shoulder. He actually felt sorry for the young lad. Knowing how eager Trent always was to work, it must indeed be torture for him to be able to do next to nothing. "How did you get here anyway?" Andy asked, "I thought you weren’t allowed to drive with that broken rib." "My girlfriend dropped me off," Trent chuckled guiltily, "I kind of nagged her until she gave in." "Huh." An amused laugh played on Klopp's lips. "I might need a word with her, too." "Come on, boss, it's not her fault," Trent quickly clarified. "I know," Klopp nodded, grinning, "I'm getting her an award for sticking up with you." "Ah, yeah." Trent laughed. "I guess she deserves that."

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[caelum-in-the-avatarverse]

*points up* I made myself a sign! I like it. I think I’ll use it whenever I decide to share my fiddlings here.

Just some thinky thoughts regarding Avatar Kyoshi and Kyoshi Island. Be prepared for rambling, amateur research, and my usual disregard for canon in favor of whatever I find more interesting, lol.

So one thing that bugged me about the Kyoshi duology is that it didn’t use any of the information we already had about Kyoshi Island to further develop the peninsula now known as Yokoya. FC Yee seems to have just taken the region as a blank slate. And yeah, the information on Kyoshi Island culture is pretty minimal, but there’s actually more to it than you might think at first glance! But FC Yee doesn’t seem too keen on reading that signpost and instead went and forged his own path in an entirely different direction. I find this pretty sad, so here’s my ideas about Kyoshi Island/Yokoya culture built off of the original information we had in from the show, as well as my thoughts on how to integrate FC Yee’s ideas into them.

So first off, as a lot of people seem to have figured out by now, Kyoshi Island is based on Japan. It is, in fact, the most Japanese place in all the Four Nations - Kyoshi, Suki, and Oyaji are all Japanese names, and the Kyoshi Warriors’ uniforms are reminiscent of samurai outfits.

But the architecture and the fashion of the regular villagers don’t look very Japanese at all. Why is that? It’s because they’re inspired not by the Japanese, but by the Ainu, the indigenous people of northern Japan.

Traditionally, the Ainu were a hunter-gatherer society who emphasized the importance of sustainable foraging, fishing, and hunting. They have a lot more in common with circumpolar cultures like the Inuit than they do with the Japanese. Unfortunately, they’ve also been the victims of a massive assimilation campaign by the Japanese over the last few centuries, so a lot of their cultural knowledge has been lost. But they’re still around, and over this past century they’ve put a lot of effort into preserving their culture. Information on Ainu culture is out there - more of it in Japanese than in English, but there are still quite a few books and articles written in English for anyone who cares to look.

It doesn’t seem that FC Yee looked at all, nor did he use the vaguely Ainu foundation that Kyoshi Island had and build upon it. He went down a completely different path. The people of Yokoya in the Kyoshi novels are described as farmers, not hunter-gatherers. Ainu were definitely not farmers - in fact, many of them starved to death in the 1800s when the Japanese forced them to become farmers.

So in my headcanon, I’m thinking that these farmers were actually newcomers to Yokoya. Relative newcomers, perhaps - maybe they’ve been there a few decades or a century or so. I think the people we see in The Warriors of Kyoshi are the true native inhabitants of the Yokoya peninsula, and that their society is much more like that of the Ainu. And like the Ainu, perhaps they were pushed out of their land to make way for farms and livestock. Or they still live nearby, but are now beholden to new laws about hunting and fishing that interfere with their traditional way of life. In his memoir Our Land Was A Forest, Kayano Shigeru talks about how his father was arrested by the Japanese for salmon poaching - but the only reason there were laws against catching salmon was because the Japanese had overfished and decimated the population in the first place!

There are other details that could be hammered out here, but the gist of it is that I don’t think the Yokoyans we see in the novels are the same people we see living on Kyoshi Island. I think the Yokoyan farmers are newcomers, Yokoya’s native inhabitants are still around, and after Kyoshi Island is formed those farmers are the ones who either leave or get assimilated into the indigenous population. “I created Kyoshi Island so my people could be safe from invaders” heck yes you did.

Which brings us to my next topic - Kyoshi herself, and her heritage. In ATLA, Oyaji says that Kyoshi was born on Kyoshi Island/Yokoya, and we have no reason to suspect she might not be a native to the area. FC Yee pretty much blew that out of the water - her dad’s from a family that originated in Ba Sing Se, and her mom’s a renegade Air Nomad. This actually seriously annoys me, because Kyoshi looks like the Kyoshi Islanders - you might say it’s because her genetics have filtered down over the centuries, but no, she looks like the people in that painting of Kyoshi Island’s creation too. Kyoshi looks like the Kyoshi Islanders, and the Kyoshi Islanders look like Ainu. How do I justify this?

I’m thinking there has to be a native Yokoyan person somewhere in her family tree. Jesa would be easiest - maybe Jesa’s only half Air Nomad herself? If her mother met a guy in Yokoya and they hit it off but didn’t sink into a fully committed relationship, and then Jesa was brought up amongst the Air Nomads, that could explain her looks, which she would then pass down to Kyoshi. It could also explain why she dumped Kyoshi on Yokoya - Jesa was likely familiar with the place from visits, maybe even thought her father’s family would take Kyoshi in. Makes more sense than Kyoshi just happening to get dumped in a place where by complete chance she looks like the people who live there but shares no genetics with them. Heck, it’d explain why those farmers happily threw her out too - maybe Jesa was unable to leave Kyoshi with family for whatever reason, so she left her with the farmers instead, and if there’s tension between the farmers and the native Yokoyans and this kid looks just like them....

It’s all kinda convoluted, but I think it works.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

seeing someone else.

BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕

❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.

❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.

“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?

“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.

“I'm seeing someone else”.

"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.

“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.

The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.

Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.

Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.

“I've heard you the fi—”.

Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.

“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.

“Go home, Obis—”.

“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”

From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.

Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.

Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.

“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.

Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.

“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.

And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.

“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.

You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.

“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.

He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.

“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.

“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.

Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.

Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.

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[lgckiha]

hi legacy, it’s eri! ♡

i am back with a second muse already, and it’s only been a month. i’ve been working on this muse almost as long as i’ve had lgcjiae. he actually initially had a totally different fc but then i dreamed of choi san and bam! meet lgckiha or yoo kiha, a twenty two year old fourth year idol trainee from daegu with issues™ ( a lawful good aquarius who is an isfj-a ). i’ve actually redacted a lot of his biography for partial mysterious vibes so have fun with getting to know him. if you are interested in knowing what you can about kiha then you can check out his main pages here ( profile / biography ), but in usual eri fashion i’ve provided you with his life story and fun facts beneath the cut anyways. and unlike last time, i do have a connections page which is mostly angsty / long term / established plots that will require a good bit of plotting and will cause more mental anguish for kiha!!! hahahaha please, but i have got a few plot ideas under the cut too if you’re looking for something easier!

anyways, moving on. let’s plot! and so i don’t have to make another plot call, you are more than welcome to LIKE this post if you’re interested in plotting. and i will come to you, ofc ♡ also feel free to ask for my twitter or discord if you wanna plot but just not on here ( i really find tumblr dms unreliable and overwhelming, but it’s also probably because i too am both unreliable and overwhelming ). anyways, please give my boy lots of love ♡

tl;dr on kiha!

born on february 13, 2000 in daegu, south korea to first time parents, later became a big (and extremely proud and protective) brother to yoo taeha who was born in april 2006!!!

grew up living with his parents, sister and paternal grandparents in a three bedroom house where they ran a small general goods stores from the first floor of their home

he was actually a really happy, vibrant kid growing up

( tw parent death ) his mom was killed in a car accident involving a drunk driver on christmas eve in 2010, kiha was 10 and taeha was 4 ( basically it really messed up everyone’s lives from there on out, i’ll elaborate in private if you wanna know more~ )

their father more or less checked out of his responsibilities where being a parent was concerned, so kiha and taeha were raised predominately by their grandparents for the rest of their childhood and into adolescence

( tw mental health / medication ) ended up attending therapy as a kid and ended up on medication ( he still attends therapy regular and still takes medication to this day, but he is extremely private about his life and doesn’t talk to anyone about any of this stuff )

started playing volleyball in middle school ( to make friends, work on socialising better, to find confidence and self love ) also volleyball is just really fun, kiha’s a libero

he ended up playing volleyball throughout high school and would of ended up playing into college if he hadn’t ended up at legacy / studying through a cyber university

started dancing at sixteen with the support of his grandparents and little sister ( turns out he had a great natural talent for dancing and was able to really work on his skills, was also something he was able to share with his little sister and it eventually led him to his current place at legacy )

graduated from high school and relocated to seoul to attend university ( and to escape his past / home life which was getting more turbulent and unhealthy as kiha got older )

auditioned for legacy in january 2020 on a whim and got in, was a little apprehensive at first but he really grew to love and appreciate the company ( and everyone at it lol )

between studying and training, he works part time at a convenience store near legacy, you’ll catch him there after training a couple of nights a week ( he works to keep a little for himself but mainly to support his sister ) 

he goes home every few weeks to visit his grandparents, sister and his mom in daegu when his schedule permits ( family is very important to him )

kiha fun facts!

he’s not shy, but he’s incredibly introverted 

great listener, not a great talker ( aka he talks when necessary )

kiha is super intelligent; he did really well in school and speaks 3ish languages

very organised and disciplined, makes him a great trainee but difficult to exist with

currently a junior (3rd year) studying korean literature at kyunghee cyber university

enjoys playing video games and building model kits in his spare time

he’s also an avid reader ( and secret writer what he writes about idk )

fitness king! is extremely athletic thanks to volleyball, but he also does run, bike ride and go to the gym, he usually runs in before he goes to legacy in the mornings!

kiha genuinely enjoys activities he can do by himself without other people

he can drive

kiha would consider himself to be a cat person ( loves big dogs though )

is still waiting for his first kiss ( but no one will know anything of this )

quick plot ideas!

your muse frequents the convenience store kiha works at

your muse walks into the dance studio and kiha is taking a nap 

fellow volleyballers, runners, bike riders and gym-goers please!

other college students, even if it’s not the same university ( study dates etc. )

pc bang adventures? library adventures? 

please suggest other things <3

[battinsonrobert-archivess]

hello, my name’s noah and i’m looking for some new writing partners to make some beautiful storylines with on our own 1x1 site on jcink, on tumblr, or our own server on discord. i enjoy talking to my partners and sometimes like to talk scenarios more than write, but i do like to write. i just don’t tend to rush my partner’s, but i do like some communication of some kind at least once a week so i know that you’re still interested and that i’m not wasting my time.

currently, these are some of the plots that i’d die to have some people take up. so if you’re interested, please message me so we can give each other each other’s discord’s and begin discussing our plots together.

do not reblog.

mumu ideas:

gotham ocs:

so basically, an idea of basically a bunch of original characters who live in gotham city who interact with that world. they’re like, dealing with all the bullshit that come with living in that world, but they refuse to leave it because it’s their home and they love it. i kind of like the idea of batman and some of the other vigilantes going missing to cause drama so that we can make our original characters who take matters into their own hands. but if you want those characters around we can have them, i’m just like in awe of that world right now and think it would be so fun to have a a few ocs in it just living their lives.

dawning falls:

it’s been years since the lake and the woods were polluted with toxic waste. the mayor and the scientists at the local lab swear that nothing’s changed since then, and that everyone and everything’s been fine. however, those who are aware know that some people have been given abilities that go beyond what normal human beings can do. the town of dawning falls is kept in the secret due to these people, and no one can leave without special clearance. not only that, but no one can visit. the town isn’t even on the internet. you look it up and your computer’s given a virus so fierce you decide never to again. eventually, lorraine santos attempts to leave, discovers she can’t, and goes on to investigate the lab and the people of her small town. what really is happening here? she wants to find out, and you’ll find out with her. can bring in ocs or can just be like? a 1x1.

burn after time:

a mumu involving people raised to be assassins, in a world similar to the john w.ick universe where there are places where assassins go where they’re not allowed to make hits and have to keep the peace. but basically, there’s so many ways we can go about this.

s.ix of cr.ows inspired mumu:

a found family of criminals are hired to kidnap someone from a highly secure prison. we can copy the dynamics from the books or make up our own. but the ocs would be our own of course. i just think it would be a lot of fun just to explore these dynamics and this friend group that likely is there against their will, haha.

scientifically made supernatur.al beings on a different planet:

so like, vampires, werewolves, and ghosts are on a whole different planet, except they’re on a different planet and the only reason they’re this way was because of accidents due to scientific mishaps. could be fun to explore different dynamics. but if you just want supernatural beings on a different planet that works too.

we make our own magical world

like our own magical universe........hell yeah.

1x1 ideas:

my movie br.uce wa.yne x your nb or woman oc – we can discuss ideas. i just want to use him with an oc. it could be fun.

my matt m.urdock x your oc (any gender) – we can discuss ideas. I just want to use him with an oc

my character alexander in a time traveler’s wife type of plot. oooor a plot where your character is his arch foe and they always get stuck in a timeloop haha. his fc is rob.patz but i can use one of his alternate fcs if you don’t like that fc.

my character claudia daviau in a plot similar to cla.ire temple and ma.tt murdo.ck’s where she nurses a character to health after they get injured after a fight. she’s an art gallerist, in the daytime, tho and her fc is alexa dem.ie. i’m open to other plots with her tho cause i love her. any gender.

life & death raising a baby pls.

death & the maiden plot.

s.cream plot.

aphrodite x ares as a con-artist and assassin. pls.

hades x persephone where hades owns a burlesque club

a plot like ka.z & in.ej sob

message me here or like this post if interested.

[castielwarriorangel]

Wow... Tumblr

Ain’t been on here for a WHILE. But I finally finished watching Supernatural last night and I have been an emotional wreck since, and I thought about Tumblr because this is where I used to get all my gifs and such from. I may have to make my page dedicated to Supernatural again.

Anyway, my life the past four years.. I finally moved out of my mom’s house almost 3 years ago. I’ve been living on my own since 2020. 2020 was a difficult time for me like it was for many. I had everything lined up for my move and then Covid happened and things went downhill very quickly. I couldn’t pay any of my bills and almost got evicted and became homeless. If not for the graces and generosity of others I would be living on the streets. Not a great way to start a life on my own, 950 miles from anywhere familiar. I’ve gained and lost many friends over the past few years, and I will be turning 33 in March.

Not sure if anyone remembers me or if those who I followed religiously are still around or friends I made on here are still present. But damn.. I missed y’all.

I am in process of writing my own book series now and have a goal to at least finish the first book by the end of the year. It’s about a fictional famous musician named Cliff Drakonas and whose best friend’s FC is Jensen Ackles, and that was before I had planned to finish Supernatural.. I held it off for a long time and I must say I am pretty disappointed in Dean’s death. It was such an anti-climactic way for him to die after his life’s work. I am happy that most everybody made it to Heaven, and it’s implied Cas became Jack’s right hand, possibly even an Archangel. I don’t know what new fandoms are out there anymore as I don’t have access to cable anymore, nor do I have a lot of time to watch shows like I used to. I have a full-time job now that’s third shift and pays very well and has great job security with lots of OT when it’s needed. I have a cat who I come home to every day. I am also a godparent now. I am still single and living on my own, which is very difficult in today’s world, but I am proud of where I am in life now.

I haven’t RPed for a while either, but I am ready to get back into that on my RP site I co-own.

Now with Supernatural over, I really have no idea what show to watch next or what to do with my life anymore lol. Supernatural was such a special show to me as it was for all the fans and I don’t think anything will ever come close to it, nor will anything ever fill the void of it not being there anymore. For now, Dean, Sam, Cas, Crowley, and everyone else will live on in my RPs, my Discord username (Castiel#1628), and my heart, as I’m sure it will live on in many people’s hearts.

I am 100% emotionally compromised right now, over a show lol. Geeze... Cried like a little baby earlier today when Carry On was stuck in my head.

So SPN fam? What shows you watching now? How did you cope with the end of the show forever? Please share, because I am not doing so well coping with it right now lol