#it just came out a little late in the game

[snoopychris]

praying

warnings: kind of pervy nerd!matt

matt was praying to all the gods in the heavens above that nobody showed up to his house right now. if anybody did, his execution would probably be a live event. he would have to do far more than switch schools. no, if anybody caught him, right now he would never be able to show his face again. his grip on his phone was almost as tight as the grip on his cock. almost. his breath was beginning to get heavier and heavier with each stroke of his hand, the precum leaking from his tip gathering more and more. 

it wasnt his fault. he didnt mean to get himself in this position. but the way you looked in your new post… the lights shining all you from all angles… the way that your uniform hugged all of your curves and left so much yet so little up to imagination. he got hard within seconds upon seeing it. seconds led to minutes and if it were a video, you would have a thousand views by now. he just couldnt stop looking at you. he wishes that it were your hand around him instead of him, inching him closer and closer to the release he was so desperately close to.

when he finally slid to the next slide of your post while his hand was moving faster, he let out a moan at the sight. a picture of you in your practice uniform– one much smaller than your game day uniform, it was practically a swimsuit with extra support. matt wasnt complaining one bit. he knew that whoever he had been praying to had listened, because the squeak of the front door wasnt heard until matt had already came all over his phone, the picture of you still bright on the screen as he began to clean up and act like nothing had ever happened. 

a/n: this is a prologue to lots of other stuff in the nerd mattiverse (think headcanon era before they were even together.) also this is rorys late bday gift everybody say happy birthday @cvnntagious

tags: @submattenthusiast @ifwdominicfike @frankoceanfanpage @mattssslutbby @sophand4n4 @matthewsturnsgf @izzylovesmatt @m11rx @chris-hallelujah @sturniolotoast @mattsbrat @wastelandzella @le4hsblog @mattsd0llfac3 @st7rnioioss @isabellewhatt @sturnslutz @princessesgarden @ikyoudreamofme @allylovescody @ivysturnss @slutformatt17 @user1smvtysturniolo @chrislova @emely9274 @sturns-mermaid @throatgoat4u @13hoax @camzeecorner @darksturnz @oopsiedaisydeer @jetaimevous @bernardsbendystraws @muwapsturniolo

[julietsf1]

Crushes and Cortados - Franco Colapinto x Reader

summary: as a barista you see a lot of weird customers in a day, and this one Argentinian boy who keeps coming in every day is definitely one of them.

content: meet cute, fluff, Barista!Reader

AN: As a Francaise, I am beyond happy Franco is with Alpine this season! Finally some reason to root for my own country lmao

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Madrid in the fall was pure magic. The late afternoon sunlight painted the streets gold, filtering through rustling plane trees as locals bustled past in their scarves and coats. Inside the café, the air was warm and rich with the scent of espresso, the quiet hum of Spanish conversation mingling with the soft strumming of a flamenco guitar on the radio.

You stood behind the counter, wiping down the espresso machine, relishing the peaceful moment before the next customer walked in.

And then, he appeared.

The door swung open with a soft chime, and you glanced up to see a boy who looked like he belonged in a Polaroid picture—slightly tousled dark curls, ridiculously green eyes, and the kind of smile that could probably get him out of trouble more often than not. He wasn’t overdressed like a tourist, but he didn’t look like a typical local, either. Too comfortable, too at ease—like he had already decided he liked this place.

And then, he spotted you.

His smile turned into something more mischievous, and before you could even process it, he was walking straight to the counter with way too much confidence for someone who had never been here before.

“Hola,” he greeted, voice smooth and unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world.

You blinked at him. “Hola.”

He stared at the menu for exactly two seconds, tilting his head as if contemplating some deep, existential question. Then, his eyes flicked back to you.

“What do you recommend?”

There was something off about the way he asked—something too casual, too charming. You had worked in this café long enough to know when a guy was genuinely lost and when he was just trying to start a conversation.

You leaned against the counter, unimpressed. “You mean… coffee-wise? Or in general?”

His smile widened. “Both.”

You exhaled a laugh, tilting your head. “For coffee? A cortado. Classic, strong, doesn’t waste your time.”

“And in general?” he pressed, as if this was an actual conversation we were having and not him blatantly flirting.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Find better ways to flirt than pretending you don’t know what to order.”

That caught him off guard. He blinked, then let out a genuine, delighted laugh, like you had just won a game he hadn’t even realized he was playing.

“Damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Okay, that was good.”

You smirked, already moving to make his drink.

When you slid the cortado across the counter, he reached for it—but not before his fingers brushed yours.

You didn’t react. Not outwardly, at least.

But when you glanced up, he was already watching you, eyes flickering with something teasing yet soft.

“Gracias,” he murmured.

And then, as if he hadn’t just weirdly flirted with you for no reason, he took his cortado, walked to a table by the window, and sat down like he had been coming here for years.

You exhaled, shaking your head.

Weird.

…

After that day, he came back.

And then he came back again.

And again.

It became a thing.

Same time. Same cortado. Same grin that made you want to throw a dish towel at his stupidly cute face.

And he was always talking to you.

He asked about your classes, your favorite part of Madrid, whether you preferred cats or dogs. He teased you when you were grumpy, made you laugh when you were exhausted, remembered little things you told him without you realizing.

And the flirting?

Oh, it never stopped.

One day, he leaned across the counter, chin resting in his hand as he watched you make his drink.

“You know,” he mused, “I read somewhere that people who drink cortados are very mysterious.”

You snorted. “You just made that up.”

“No, really,” he insisted, trying to sound serious but failing because his eyes were sparkling with amusement. “It means they’re deep thinkers, passionate, probably a little misunderstood—”

“Have you heard yourself yap, darling? You are far from mysterious.”

“Wow.” He placed a hand on his chest in mock offense. “And here I thought we were friends.”

You smirked. “We’re not friends. You’re just a strange guy who orders the same coffee every day and refuses to sit anywhere except that exact same table.”

“Ah,” he clicked his tongue. “Or maybe I just like the view.”

Your hands froze mid-wipe.

He was too pleased with himself, watching your reaction like it was his favorite part of the day.

You rolled your eyes hard enough to injure yourself and turned away, pretending to organize the espresso cups.

Behind you, you heard his quiet chuckle, followed by the familiar sound of him picking up his cup and heading to his usual seat.

Damn him.

…

At first, it was nothing. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

Franco was just a customer. A customer who happened to flirt a lot. A customer who smiled at you like he knew something you didn’t. A customer who remembered little details you barely recalled telling him.

A customer you found yourself thinking about—just a little too often.

It started with small things.

One afternoon, you were making someone’s latte when the café door chimed, and—without even thinking about it—you glanced up.

Franco.

Hair slightly messier than usual, backpack slung over one shoulder, already grinning before he even reached the counter.

Your stomach did this annoying little flip, and it took you a second to realize why.

You had been waiting for him.

And that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was that, when you realized it, you smiled.

It only got worse from there.

One day, after your shift, you were walking home, tired, your mind fogged up with school assignments, deadlines, and the general exhaustion of life.

And then, out of nowhere, you found yourself laughing.

It was one of his dumb jokes. One so profoundly stupid, you’d barely managed a blink when he’d said it. Something about how drinking cortados every day was “building his immunity” in case he was ever kidnapped. He’d even added, “It’s all about preparation, you know. Survival of the fittest. And right now? I’m basically the Usain Bolt of caffeine endurance.”At the time, you had rolled your eyes.

But now? Now, you were walking through Madrid laughing to yourself like an absolute idiot.

That’s when it hit you.

You liked him.

Not just in a he’s-funny-and-charming kind of way.

Not even in a he’s-cute-and-flirty kind of way.

No.

You liked him in a this boy has somehow become the best part of my day, and I didn’t even notice it happening kind of way.

And that realization?

Absolutely terrifying.

…

The next afternoon, you tried to act normal. Tried being the key word.

When Franco walked in, you were ready—arms crossed, expression unreadable, the picture of total indifference.

He approached the counter, completely unaware of the internal crisis you were currently battling.

Then, as always, he leaned against the counter, tilting his head in that ridiculously smug way.

“Buenas,” he said, flashing his signature grin.

And that’s when you knew.

You weren’t going to fight it anymore.

You weren’t just warming up to him—you were already lost, and the only thing left to do was even the playing field.

So, for the first time, you mirrored him.

Leaning against the counter, resting your chin in your hand, mimicking the way he always did it.

His eyebrows lifted—curious, amused, interested.

“Let me guess,” you said before he could speak. “Cortado?”

His grin widened immediately, like he had been waiting for this moment.

“You really know me.”

You tilted your head, tapping your fingers against the countertop. “More like you’re predictable.”

“Ah,” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Or maybe I just know what I want.”

Your stomach flipped before you could stop it.

But instead of panicking, instead of letting him win, you tilted your head further, just slightly, and raised an eyebrow.

“Right,” you mused, voice light, teasing. “And what else do you want, Franco?”

For the first time, he blinked.

Just for a fraction of a second, as if he hadn’t expected you to actually challenge him.

And then—he laughed.

Head tilting back, genuine amusement spilling into his smile, a hand rubbing the back of his neck as if he had just been caught off guard.

“Oh,” he murmured, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.”

You shrugged, smirking. “I learn from the best.”

His eyes crinkled at the edges, full of something warm, teasing, dangerously fond.

And that was it.

That was the moment.

Because from then on, everything between you changed.

…

It was a slow afternoon, the kind where the café hummed with a lazy warmth, the scent of espresso lingering in the air, blending with the sweetness of pastries cooling on the counter. Outside, the sun dipped lower, stretching golden light through the wide glass windows, making everything glow.

Franco had been here for nearly an hour, which was longer than usual. He sat in his usual spot by the window, tapping his fingers idly against his empty cortado cup, gaze flickering between the street outside and—you.

You could feel it.

The weight of his attention, the way he kept watching you as if he had something to say, but every time you caught his gaze, he looked away, chewing on his lip, pretending to check his phone.

Which was weird.

Because Franco never hesitated.

His presence in the café had always been effortless, his flirty remarks sliding into conversation like second nature, his teasing confidence something you had grown accustomed to. It was his thing—leaning against the counter with that knowing smirk, making some ridiculous comment just to see you roll your eyes. It was a routine, a pattern, one you had started to enjoy way too much.

But today, something was different.

You glanced at him again.

He was still staring at his cup.

Still not walking up to the counter.

It took another few minutes before he finally stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket, stretching his arms over his head like he was shaking off whatever thoughts had been keeping him rooted to that seat. He made his way toward the counter a little slower than usual, his steps lacking their usual lightness, as if he was deliberately dragging them out.

When he reached the counter, he didn’t lean against it like he usually did. Didn’t rest his chin in his hand, didn’t flash that effortless grin.

Instead, he hesitated.

You raised an eyebrow, already reaching for a cup. “Another cortado for you?”

Franco exhaled a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh… no. Actually.”

You blinked. That was new.

He hesitated again, shifting his weight slightly, his fingers drumming against the counter before he finally looked at you properly.

“Actually… I was thinking maybe I could see you sometime.” He paused. “Some place that’s not here.”

The words hung between you, heavy and sudden, but not entirely unexpected.

Because deep down, you had been waiting for this moment.

You had felt it coming.

Felt it in the way he lingered a little longer each time he came in, in the way his teasing had softened into something fonder, in the way his eyes flickered to your lips sometimes when you laughed.

And yet—hearing it aloud still sent a jolt of something sharp through your chest.

Your first instinct was to deflect, to act like this wasn’t a big deal. Because if you let yourself think about it too much, you might just start realizing that your stomach was doing things and your heart was beating faster and—

You smirked, crossing your arms. “There’s this really cute café on the other side of town—”

And then—he laughed.

Like, really laughed.

Not his usual amused chuckle, not one of those half-smirks he usually gave when you tried to banter back. This was a proper, head-tilted-back, actual laughter, the kind that made his shoulders shake slightly, the kind that caught you completely off guard.

You frowned, confused. “What?”

Franco wiped at his eye, still grinning. “I need to be honest with you. I don’t actually like coffee.”

Silence.

You blinked at him. Once. Twice.

Then, finally, you leaned forward, elbows against the counter, staring him down like he had just spoken in another language.

“You’re joking.”

He held up his hands in surrender, grinning like a guilty criminal caught in the act. “Nope.”

“You—” You gestured at him wildly. “You have been drinking cortados every single day for weeks?”

Franco shrugged, completely unbothered. “What can I say?” He flashed that infuriating, ridiculously boyish smile, the one that had always made you a little weak in the knees. “You make terrible coffee taste good.”

You stared at him, processing.

Then—you burst out laughing.

“For what?” Your hands flailing as if you could somehow pluck the answer from the air. “For this? For me?”

“Well, yeah.” He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You blinked at him, utterly dumbfounded. “You drank all that… espresso and milk, knowing full well you didn’t like it?”

“Every last drop,” he confirmed, looking far too proud of himself.

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe.” He leaned on the counter, resting his chin in his hand as his grin turned softer, more teasing. “But it worked, didn’t it? You’re talking to me now.”

You threw your hands up. “Oh my God. That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! You could’ve just… I don’t know, asked for tea! Or water! Or literally anything else!”

“And miss out on the best cortado this side of Madrid?” Franco shook his head in mock disappointment. “No, no. That would’ve been a tragedy.”

You couldn’t help it—you snorted, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the laugh that slipped out.

“See?” He pointed at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re laughing. So I must be doing something right.”

“You are—” You shook your head, still laughing, pressing a hand to your forehead. “You are really weird.”

Franco only grinned wider, looking pleased with himself.

“And yet, you like it.”

“I don’t,” you shot back, even though the warmth creeping into your cheeks said otherwise.

Franco raised an eyebrow, his grin growing impossibly smug. “You sure about that?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “You know, there’s a fine line between charming and annoying.”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “But I’d still like to take you out.”

Your laughter slowly faded, but the warmth in your chest stayed.

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin, letting the moment stretch out just a little longer, just to make him wait.

Then—you smiled.

After a moment, you rolled your eyes, though your smile was now completely unguarded. “Fine. But if this date is awful, I’m making you drink two cortados next time.”

“Deal.” He grinned, his green eyes sparkling with so much boyish delight that you couldn’t help but laugh again.

You sighed, shaking your head, but the smile stayed on your face long after Franco walked out of the café that day.

[hyunjuenthusiast]

Im craving for angst , so girl can you write about Hyun ju x female reader

Basically Hyun ju and female reader have been dating for 1 and half year now, but things didn't went so well after attending squid game, Hyun ju gave young mi more attention , than she did for female reader so she distance herself from Hyun ju and her team, wondering why female reader ditched her. So female reader went to Gi Hun's team instead. And to make things worse not only Hyun ju voted O to continue the game, but Hyun ju lost the love of her life during the Mingle, ANND.. It took Hyun ju 2 to 4 business days to figure out that she hasn't been a good girlfriend ever since they came to squid game and Hyun ju Crashes out so badly.

(Female reader committed su!cide during Mingle, died instead of young mi and the shaman lady predicted female reader's death)

(And YES the guilt is definitely eating Hyun ju alive)

Sorry if this is too long

Take your time for this one

゜・（／。＼）・゜

Okayyyy complex, I like it! Hopefully I do this ask justice 🙏🏻

HER ANGEL

Pairing: Hyun-ju x femreader

Warnings: ANGST, depression, death, suicide, longing, survivors guilt.

Insecure. That was a word Y/n had always been familiar with. Ever since she was little. Her mother would criticize everything she did. If she ate too much, if she didn't eat enough. If her hair was down, if her hair was up. If she smiled, and if she didn't smile. Everything she did up until she was an adult was judged.

When she finally got the taste of freedom, moving out at the ripe age of eighteen, she discovered that the world was an ugly place. Nothing like how she fantasized how it would be. The books were wrong.

For the first few years after moving out, she was alone. Truly alone. She had no one. No friends to call late at night, no fuzzy kitten to cuddle when she had tears running down her face on a rainy day. No significant other who would whisper sweet nothings to her as she fell asleep... No one.

Not until she met her angel. Hyun-ju.

Everything had changed. For the first time in her life, Y/n felt like she deserved to take up space in the world. Hyun-ju made her feel wanted, loved. She erased every insecurity Y/n had. She loved every flaw and imperfection. She kissed her scars and wiped her tears.

Hyun-ju was her soul mate.

Y/n didn't care that her angel was different. She didn't care how people looked at them in public. Hyun-ju was perfect, in every way. Even if her angel couldn't see it for herself.

Hyun-ju told Y/n of her wishes for surgery. She had cried to Y/n about her debt and abandonment. And Y/n was there to comfort her in return, wiping her angels tears away and whispering promises.

So when a nice-looking man asked Y/n to play a game, showing her the money she would win, of course she agreed. For her angel, for Hyun-ju.

Y/n didn't need convincing to call the number on the back on the card. Once she saw Hyun-ju looking at herself in front of the mirror, her eyes filled with loathing, she dialed the number.

It was the least she could do. Hyun-ju had given Y/n her sense of self back. She had given Y/n her smile back. Of course, she would return the favor. Anything for her angel.

Waking up to the blasted music, she looked around to see other people. Waring the ugliest green she had ever seen. Looking down at herself, she saw her jacket was labeled 005.

She gathered around like everyone else. Waiting for an explanation. There were so many pink guards and even more players. They explained that they weren't trying to collect debt or cause any harm.

"Excuse me!" Said a voice. Not just any voice. Her angel's voice. Y/n quickly turned and saw Hyun-ju. Her Hyun-ju standing near a couple of bunks. She didn't catch what her angel said next, only focused on the fact that she was here.

Y/n winced as she saw Hyun-ju getting slapped. That was the day her angel had gone on a walk. She remembers her coming home, acting strange. Hyun-ju had met the salesman before Y/n did.

As all the players walked in single file lines up the colorful steps to get their pictures taken, Y/n looked around for Hyun-ju. Seeing her fixing her hair prettily, she smiles and quickly walks up to her. "Angel!" Y/n gushes.

Instead of greeting Y/n with a smile, Hyun-ju tenses. Asking her what she was doing here. "I know how much you need the money..." Y/n whispers softly, watching as Hyun-ju's eyes soften.

As they all walk into the first game, Hyun-ju holds Y/n's hand. "Don't separate from me, sweet girl. Okay?" Her angel asks softly. Y/n squeezes her hand in return.

"What is that?" Y/n asks, pointing to the giant doll like figure in the distance.

"Green light..."

Y/n quickly runs forward a few steps, then stops.

"Red light!" The doll waits, seeing if anyone would move.

The first to go was 196. Y/n stood, stiff as a board, the sound of people dying behind her. When the doll says green light, no one moves forward, but Hyun-ju reaches over and grips Y/n's hand.

Player 456 explains that they will die anyway if they don't cross the finish line in time, and so, she stays behind Hyun-ju, racing towards the finish line.

Once across, she watches in horror as her angel races back across to help player 456. This is the first and only time that Y/n has ever wanted to yell at Hyun-ju.

The second game is the six legged pentathlon. Her and Hyun-ju look around for more teammates. She notices Hyun-ju's fallen expression when people stare at her, and when they don't want to join because of her.

"Excuse me?" A timid voice says from behind the both of them. Y/n and Hyun-ju turn to see a small girl, obviously nervous. "W-Would you...like to team up with me?" She asks, looking at Hyun-ju first, then to Y/n.

Ever since then, Hyun-ju had been attached at the hip with Young-Mi. It was hard for Y/n not to notice, especially in a place like this. When she wanted comfort and reassurance from her angel, she would see that Hyun-ju was already comforting Young-Mi, that she was already whispering words of encouragement to her instead of Y/n.

But that was just who her angel was. She was kind to everyone, and Y/n had no right to take that away from Young-Mi. Y/n could clearly see how terrified the small girl was, and if Hyun-ju was her safe place, then who was Y/n to take that away from her?

That's was until Y/n heard it. What Hyun-ju was saying to Young-Mi.

"I won't let anything happen to you, sweet girl." Hyun-ju had said. Y/n felt her stomach drop. Sweet girl. That was Y/n's nickname. That was her word of endearment.

She decided to give them space. Joining player 456 and his team.

The third game was mingle.

As they all stood on the platform, Y/n watched as Hyun-ju held Young-Mi's hand, giving her soft smiles. Y/n felt horrible for feeling envious. Would she always be cursed to be this insecure? Would she ever feel content with anything?

"TEN"

The voice said. Everyone scrambled to find their groups and rooms. So far, their team had nine after joining Hyun-ju. Until her angel grabbed the crazy shaman lady.

Running into the green room, Y/n pants, not even bothering to look at her angel holding onto another woman. Hyun-ju gives her a confused look, wondering why she had left their group.

"Your heavy sorrow will swallow you whole." The crazy lady says, making everyone look at her. Y/n shrinks into herself as she realizes that she's talking to her. "You won't last much longer, I'm afraid. Pity. You have the purest birthstone."

"SIX" the voice says.

Gi-hun and Young-il had split from the group, leaving Y/n no other choice but to join Hyun-ju.

They all run to a yellow door, freezing in their tracks as they see a group is already in there. Hyun-ju races to find a different one.

She found one.

Y/n starts to run towards it with the other people in her group, but when she sees player 333 running towards it too, she slows down.

Looking over at her angel, she sees her clutching Young-Mi's hand.

The pregnant girl holds her belly.

The mother and sun cling to each other.

Where did Y/n fit into that? She didn't.

She has seen Jun-hee talking to player 333 on several occasions...

She needed him, more than any of them needed Y/n.

She made her decision then.

As player 333 races into the room, she finally hears Hyun-ju calling for her. Her angel was trying to get 333 out of the way.

Y/n walks to the door, looking into the small slit. "Y/n, what the hell are you doing? Go find a room! Go!" Hyun-ju shouts. Y/n only shakes her head softly.

"Ita okay angel." She whispers, putting her hands onto the door. Hyun-ju is starting to panic. The timer still had thirteen seconds on it. "I know there's no place for me here. Not now." Y/n says, tearing up.

Hyun-ju continues to shout, begging Y/n to go find a room. "You made me feel so inside the lines, Hyun-ju. Like I wasn't a lost shade outside of the pretty design. I could actually fit inside the art." Y/n says with a sad smile.

"I never thanked you for that." She says. "Thank you for showing me. For guiding me to see who I was for the first time."

Nine seconds on the timer.

"I know you'll be happy. You'll make it out of here and live the life you've always dreamed of...live the life you've always deserved. A life, with Young-Mi." Y/n's lip quivers.

Four seconds on the timer.

Hyun-ju starts shaking the door, sobbing and yelling. "I love you, my angel." She whispers tearfully, letting out a pained breath as she feels the bullet peirce her back.

"NO! Y/N!"

Player 333 had left that room beaten to a bloody pulp.

At first, Young-Mi's hand doesn't feel out of place instead of her own, not for the next two games.

Until Y/n's words repeat instead of her head.

A life...with Young-Mi.

Once she realizes it, she drops Young-Mi's hand as if it had burned her. She had been holding the wrong woman. Comforting the wrong woman. Calling her...

She had called the wrong woman sweet girl.

Hyun-ju looks over to Young-Mi, a tear falling. She had made the love of her life question her love.

She had been at fault for her sweet girl's death. Not 333. Not even the guards. Hyun-ju was the reason.

"Don't worry. You'll be seeing her again, " the shaman says. "A lot sooner than you think."

For the next game... was human chess.

I'm scared.... what do we think?

[xmintpiex]

The Bullet Point

wc: 3,721

Marriage and everything else that came with it were part of your dream. Not Sae's.

content: Sae Itoshi x fem!reader, sfw, sunshine!reader (she's def over the top), fluff, romance, childhood friends, shoujo inspired (specifically itazura na kiss), silly. AU.

The idea had sounded absolutely perfect when Mrs. Itoshi brought it up, the certainty in her voice, that twinkle in her eyes. Rin seemed to be all settled in his apartment now, and your dad had plenty of helping hands at his bakery. It was the perfect time to carry out the plan you had been dreaming about, tossing and turning and giggling with excitement late at night about for years now.

The plan, that dream that kept you going even when things got hard, when you felt sad and alone. The plan that Mrs. Itoshi fully supported you in, always coming up with the most brilliant ideas to add, Mr. Itoshi speaking up gently to maybe make them a little more realistic. The one that Rin would roll his eyes at and call you stupid over (he was just jealous! hmmph!). The one that your dad would shake his head fondly at, with amusement and that subtle pride in his smile.

Words written down in your old childhood diary, circled and doodled around, the page covered with hearts and stickers and the sign of age, yet still just as true.

So you bought that long one-way plane ticket from Japan to Spain that same day, spirits high and determination unbreakable. After all, Sae was all alone in that foreign land, left to fend for himself for so many years, you couldn't bear to leave him like that anymore! Now you finally had the chance to be there with him! Yes, that’s right, you would be there to cook his favorite meals (..the ones that fit his highly selected meal plan anyways..), make sure his luxury apartment wasn't just a house but a home (cozy pillows, photos, and matching toothbrush holders and so much more!), and cheer him on during each and every one of his games, in person now!

Your smile was still so bright as you somehow managed to hail a taxi driver at the airport with a mixture of your nonexistent Spanish and incredibly poor English (..perhaps you should have studied a little more...) and showed them the address that you had saved on your phone for months. The address that was memorized by heart, the one that you had already sent a plethora of letters and care packages to.

Your eyes were dazzling as you got out of the cab and stood in front of that sleek, beautiful apartment complex that Sae was residing in. You could hear your heart beating so fast at the thought of finally being able to see Sae after 4 months of being apart, and that this time it would be permanent, it wouldn’t be just another short visit. The apartment no longer just the photo pinned to your bedroom wall, your dreams no longer only confined to the touch of the glossy paper and magazine cutouts beneath your fingertips.

It was only when you got that panicked phone call from Mrs. Itoshi, as you were trying and failing to get the apartment complex’s security guard to let you in that your bright smile diminished a bit. Because Sae was not currently in Spain. He was in Germany, as was Rin, and would be there for at least a month due to some football event he had joined.

The twinkle in your eyes seemed to die a bit and your smile became so much smaller as you came to the sudden realization that you were in a foreign country, two large heavy suitcases at your side, with no understanding of the language and no place to stay. You sank to the ground, hugging your knees as you inhaled heavily to hold back your tears as fear clouded your thoughts.

But!

You would be okay because you had the power of a credit card! And just like that, you popped right back up, your determination burning brighter than the scorching sun above you (the young security guard might have been looking at you with a look of utmost fear, but that didn't really matter right now).

So you decided to go for a little walk around the neighborhood, taking in the fresh crisp ocean breeze, the sound of distant seagulls and crashing waves soothing your worries. Stopping for a delicious lunch at that cute little restaurant you spotted (giggling to yourself as you pictured eating there with Sae next time, oh so romantic!), noticing a cute little storefront that seemed to have been recently sold (perfect for a bakery you mused dreamily) before you managed to get another taxi to take you right back to the airport.

You miss how the security guard of Sae’s apartment complex so desperately tried to wave you back over, his black cell phone pressed to one of his ears as you excitedly looked at your trip itinerary for Germany in the back seat of the taxi.

The first thing Eita Otoya notices about you is your cute, sunny smile as he sits down next to you on the crowded plane and your excitement and relief at the realization that he also speaks Japanese. The second thing he notices is that dainty rose gold ring around your finger, twisted and dotted with little white diamonds, reminiscent of ocean waves in the sunset. It looks vaguely familiar, a small tickle in the back of his head that he can’t quite pinpoint. He assumes it must be some trendy designer jewelry piece he saw somewhere like that overly expensive bracelet that so many of his ex-girlfriends had wanted him to buy.

The third thing he notices about you is your soft, sparkly eyes, the light flush of your cheeks when he asks you if you have a boyfriend (he’s learned the hard way to always ask that question), and how you bashfully shake your head ‘no’. How cute. He assumes he’s in the clear then, to have you be his friend for a bit while he stays in Berlin, he’s already picturing taking you out to restaurants, enjoying a good meal together, having you cheer him on, and a bunch of other things with a cute girl like you at his side.

Eita Otoya does not notice the bubble of giddy laughter that is barely contained behind your bright smile, that far-off, dreamy look in your eyes after he had mentioned the term boyfriend. Because you definitely did not have a boyfriend.

Not anymore!

Rin Itoshi is already feeling a migraine forming from the grueling experience of having to sit between his two most obnoxious teammates on that 2-hour plane trip from Paris. He thinks he’s officially lost it, that he’s seeing hallucinations now because he swears he sees your dumb smiling face in the goddamn Berlin airport. Impossible. There's no way, even you aren't stupid enough to plan something like this, right?

…

Right?

…

Sae Itoshi’s manager thinks today is the day he will die. If not from the extreme levels of stress he is currently experiencing, it will be from Sae Itoshi’s cold wrath. The poor man is sweating, his normally pristine suit rumpled and drenched, sleeves rolled up, glasses sliding off his damp face as he has his phone pressed to his ear, laptop open as he desperately scrolls through credit card transactions and airline information.

Sae is still in the midst of his interview, answering bluntly and clinically in his typical manner yet his words seem even more curt than normal. Left foot subtly bouncing, hands locked together, cold teal eyes glancing back to his frantic manager between questions.

Immediately taking his phone out of his pocket the moment the cameras are turned off and everyone is packing up. Jaw clenching when the number he calls leads straight to voicemail.

It’s not until you’re at the hotel lobby (Otoya-kun's suggestion, oh he's so nice, you're so happy you made a new friend!), taking out your card to pay for your hotel room, it finally dawns on Otoya about where exactly he had seen your ring before. His eyes zeroing in on that very, very familiar name printed on the credit card in your hands.

Oh.

(Ninja Art: Strategic Exit)

You're done paying for your hotel room, excited to finally put your suitcases somewhere and then go eat at that amazing restaurant Otoya kept mentioning, turning to face him only to find him nowhere to be found. Brows furrowed and lips pouting in concern and confusion as you look around the hotel lobby, trying to figure out where your new friend could have gone.

"You."

That familiar voice, the one that you could recognize with your eyes closed, the one you sometimes fall asleep to while on facetime with. The voice engrained into your heart. Monotone and cold yet anything but (especially right now). Your smile is the brightest it's been all day, the brightest it's been in months really, suitcases and hunger and exhaustion (and Otoya-kun's mysterious disappearance) all forgotten from your mind as you rush over to him, flinging your arms around him.

"Sae!"

Your heart so warm, beating so brightly, so bubbly like your favorite fizzy candy. A feeling you've always felt with Sae.

Like when you were 6 and you dropped your ice cream cone.

You’re in absolute shock, ready to cry yet again and Sae does not want to deal with that again, he doesn't like it when you cry. You've had too many things to cry about recently, but at least this situation is something he can try to control. So he shoves his own ice cream cone into your hand, hoping that’ll be enough. It’s something he’s used to doing for his younger brother, just the most effective way to stop your nearly endless tears. Another crybaby in his life to take care of. Your small hands linked together as you walk around the neighborhood park, your shimmering eyes glued to him.

Or when you’re 8 and you and your dad and the Itoshi family go out for your weekly movie night.

An established ritual of going to see a movie together with reservations ready at that yummy restaurant later, something your families have done ever since you could remember. The movie was your choice this time, a story of a mermaid becoming a human princess and living in a seaside castle with her adorable sea creature friends and her beloved prince, fixing all their problems with the power of love and friendship.

Your eyes barely left the movie screen as they dazzled in excitement at how the mermaid princess and her human prince danced and spun around on that beautiful balcony overlooking the ocean. The warmth in your heart and the little tears of happiness that bubbled in your eyes as the prince and the mermaid got married.

You still weren’t too sure what marriage was, all you knew was that it meant you could sleep in the same bedroom like Mr. and Mrs. Itoshi did, that you would love each other forever, make each other happy forever, even if you couldn’t see each other (like how your dad visited your mama every year, a fresh flower bouquet, warm glossy eyes, and soft smiles). An endless playdate with your favorite person in the whole universe, always happy and together!

That was what you wanted, that was what you dreamed of. So you declared during dinner, a little too loudly in the quiet restaurant, that you had a dream of what you wanted to do as an adult. Clumsily standing up from your seat, nearly tipping your water cup over, face scrunched and rosy with determination and courage and too much soda.

Your declaration that you and Sae would get married when you were older and live in a seaside castle just like in the movie and live together forever and ever (and become mermaids and other such crucial details). Your small warm hand had gently grabbed Sae’s hand during your declaration and his teal colored eyes bore down at where your hands were linked. “Okay.” He had simply said in that monotone voice.

Your dad and Mr. Itoshi looked at you wide-eyed before laughing heartily, your dad reaching over to ruffle your head. Mrs. Itoshi nodded enthusiastically, overwhelmed by your absolute cuteness as she sniffled proudly, already calling you her precious, adorable daughter-in-law, already envisioning and planning a grand wedding as Mr. Itoshi gently rubbed her shoulder in hopes she wouldn't make this even more of a scene.

Rin grumbled and huffed and told you that was stupid, that something like that was impossible and even if it were, Sae wouldn’t live in some stupid seaside castle! His big brother would live in a football stadium with him, the two of them the #1 and #2 best strikers in the whole entire world!

You were pouty and your eyes full of tears, like the little crybaby you were as you bickered with Rin (h-how dare he! You were older! Hmmph! Why did he never listen to you as he did with Sae!). Sae was silent through the whole thing, still chewing on his bite of pasta, quiet as he usually was when the two of you harmlessly fought over him, his free hand still in your grasp. Until finally cutting in.

"We can do both."

Rin eventually agrees that you can have your castle across from their football stadium and that you can host your tea parties to celebrate every single game they will win. You reluctantly pout back that he can be a mermaid too and have sleepovers in your castle…if he listens to whatever you say!

Amongst the laughter and chatter and the sound of Mrs. Itoshi’s camera, as she forever immortalized this moment, Sae Itoshi added another minor detail to that small list of bullet points he kept in his head.

It’s when you’re 10 and you’ve made your first batch of homemade cookies all by yourself without the help of your dad (aside from helping you with the oven stuff).

Your fingers are a little burnt (and so are the cookies), but your eyes are sparkling, smile bright and hopeful as you rush off skipping to the neighborhood park to meet up with Sae and Rin, holding the little red cookie tin to your chest.

"They taste burnt."

Sae says matter-of-factly after a bite, chewing slowly as if that would help him make a proper critique.

"Yeah, they're burnt! Bleh! Burnt!"

Of course, Rin mimicking him before adding his own little flair.

Your lip wobbling, lashes fluttering slowly, eyes getting hot and wet with tears.

Sae reaching into the little tin for another one and then another until they're all gone, eating each one despite your tearful, pouty whines.

"They're not bad. Just keep making them, I'll eat all of them."

It's when you’re 13 and Sae is leaving.

Leaving to go live in a whole other country, away from you. Your tears are large and already seeping into Sae’s brand-new jersey as you wish and whine so badly that you could go with him. He’s quiet, and calm, telling you to stop being a big baby, saying he’ll be back for a visit in a few months probably. His hand in yours, a subtle squeeze, as his other hand gently pinches your pouty lips. You'll be good for him, right?

A little moment of hesitation before he suddenly leans in, cheeks just as red as yours, his lips clumsy and quick, a sweet little press against yours. Your eyes on him, wide and bubbly, heart nearly beating out of your chest. Your lips wobbling as you attempt to pucker them, looking up at him expectantly in hopes he will do it again.

He lets out that rare little noise you adore, that soft chuckle, the corner of his lips slightly upturned, only your silly face in his teal eyes. He leans in and you perk up excitedly, wanting to make sure your second kiss is perfect, longer, closing your eyes, hands trembling.

Only for him to pinch your lips again with his fingers.

"Crybabies don't get second kisses unless they're good."

And when you’re 14 and Sae is visiting for a few days.

It’s a cold winter day, full of fluffy white snow and you’re bundled up tight in the red scarf that Mrs. Itoshi gifted you. It’s just the two of you because Rin refuses to leave his room (he’s been in a really bad mood recently, you're still figuring out how to cheer him up..both of them up).

The two of you walk around the park as the snow falls, Sae is quiet, even more than normal, as you point things out or tell him about some of the things that have happened while he was gone. Your gloved hands are entwined, as always when the two of you walk. His hand feels different, a little bigger, a little thinner, a little more rough, just like the rest of him. His teal eyes are dull, trained on the snowy path you walk, before settling onto your obnoxious beaming smile, the flush of your cheeks, the way he looks reflected in your eyes.

Pulling him to go sit on a snowy bench before taking out that familiar old cookie tin, full to the brim of sugar cookies, sprinkled with red and blue sprinkles, edges a little cracked.

"I'm on a diet, you know."

Yet he's reaching for one, pressing the allegedly "heart-shaped" cookie to his lips and taking a slow bite. Your eyes watching every little moment of his mouth, your heart beating nervously and your gloved hands fisted with nervousness.

"Better than last time."

Your smile too bright, it could rival the sun.

He reaches for another only to be tugged down, his lips unceremoniously pressed against yours, too sudden, your nose nearly hitting his. Crumbs still on his lips, now on yours. Sweet like vanilla and butter.

So perfect.

It’s when you’re 16, having another one of your long-distance phone calls.

You babble endlessly as always, phone pressed to your ear as your legs sway back and forth as you lay on your plushie-covered bed. Sae, as usual, is mainly silent as he continues with his gym routine, responding with an occasional grunt or ‘hmm’ as you go on and on. His ears full of nothing except the clinking of gym equipment and your loud, cheery voice. You mention your new friend who you’re going to the movies with this weekend, the boy at your school who offered you his umbrella on a rainy day (so kind!), and who always wants to eat lunch with you.

"Didn't you fail your math test? Don't waste your time on stupid things like that and study instead."

"..S-Sae!!" (As usual…he was right.)

A few days later you receive a small package from Spain, sent via express mail, a little silver ring, and a simple four-word note.“Do not take off.”

You're ecstatic, showing off to everyone who will listen (and Rin of course). Spamming Sae's messages with way too many selfies. Your hand and that sparkling little ring the main focus in all of them, receiving nothing back but that little 'read' indication and a single "go study" message.

It's when you're 17, sat at the Itoshi's kitchen table.

Going through the recent sports magazine that Sae graced the cover of, your handy scissors at your side as you happily recount Sae's most recent interview to those present.

(Your smile too wide as you trace over that familiar silver ring that's hung around his neck, barely visible under his jersey, fingertips against the cold, glossy paper.)

Rin with his arms crossed and trying to look as disinterested as possible while Mrs. Itoshi happily nods from where she's typing away at her work laptop. But you give Rin that smile that always makes him huff, nervous at whatever dumb thing you're going to do now, seeing him twitch and try to hide his flustered look as you produce a second magazine of the same issue, still in its plastic wrap.

"This way you can cut out Sae's pictures and have them on your wall too! Let's make dream boards together, Rin!"

"S-shut up!"

It's right now, settled in the back seat of the car as the driver drives the two of you back to where Sae is staying, your head on Sae's shoulder.

You're already fast asleep, your exhaustion, the happiness of your heart catching up with you (and the jet lag). Hands entwined. Matching wedding rings glowing under the bright passing city lights, the softness of the moon.

His phone is silenced, lighting up for a moment, the notification of his new interview being posted, before the screen fades back to darkness, tucked away in his bag next to that red cookie tin you had excitedly taken out of your suitcase. For now, the interview was irrelevant, forgotten in the midst of your peaceful snores, his soft, amused smile.

But in the morning, when Sae was already well into his morning routine, you would be cozy and warm and still so sleepy under the silky covers. He would then take the time, sat at the small hotel room patio with his kombucha, to skim over his interview.

'Sae Itoshi Confirms Marriage Rumors.'

He knew that once you woke up, once your sleepy, jet-lagged state gave way to your usual bubbly energy, you'd be over the moon. Squealing and giggling and saying how you needed to save the article in your scrapbook. Nearly jumping on him as you showered him in too much affection, messy little kisses, and cheeks pressed together. Undeniable proof of your dream coming true, solid like that ring around your finger, like the marriage certificate framed back in the apartment in Spain.

Your dream.

But not Sae's.

Because for Sae, marriage was not a dream, not some goal he would eventually achieve when he deemed it time. It had never been any of that. You and your overly burning love, your too-radiant smiles and laughter, your crybaby tears, your warm hugs, and noisy kisses, and sweet sugar cookies were just truths. Undeniable facts in his life. Your presence in his life, your relationship never a dream, never a goal, never a checkmark, but a bullet point. A bullet point on that little list of things that were fundamental to Sae Itoshi's life.

[darinawrites]

ღ|Drenched in desperance|ღ

Pairing: Salesman x implied f!reader

Summary: the announcement of the late arrival of your train upset you. With nothing to do, a mysterious man came by and offered a game to pass by the time. Who knew it would lead to his hot breath scraping your throat?

Contents: very suggestive, getting cock blocked by the train </3

A/n: I hate this, but I have to fight the writer block somehow. This was a request, but I sadly can't find it ☹️ hope you read this anon.

Word count: 1.6k

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Body slumping against the metal of the bench, sighing as you waited for your train to arrive. It was a long and stressful day, sadly the norm for you to experience now.

Fiddling with your keys in the hand, trying to entertain yourself. An eery silence surrounding you as the dust replaced the lack of presence around you. It was just you against time, fighting sleep on the uncomfortable metal scraping your back.

An endless loop, you'd say. It was pointless, your job paid a measly amount, a pathetic amount to your debts. Yet you still had to endure it, sore limbs working till they fall off. Only resting in the subway and hard mattress. Is life supposed to be like this?

The whirling of your thoughts momentarily stopped as your ears picked up a polite voice echoing trough the speaker. The announcement of your train arriving drowning out your tired groans. Small occurrences like these take precious time away, ruining the routine set up for yourself.

"The world must be against me.." huffing out to yourself. Eyes glaring at the text which presented the 30 minute wait you had to endure, already crying at the loss of the hot shower you wanted.

With nothing to do now for 30 minutes, the familiar weight dropped back on your eyelids. The ones whom you tried to ignore to rest up properly at home. But, what's the point of it now? Your peace had already been disrupted, would a little nap hurt?

You let the temptations control you, not caring anymore and surrendering the battle. Imagining the cold bars beneath you were the blankets that are waiting at home. The bliss of slumping your shoulders and closing your eyes made your ears not catch the echoing of footsteps behind you.

It was not until the metal creaked beneath you with an additional weight added did you realize another person has came. Heart jumping as your eyes flew open, turning your head at the intrusion beside you.

Out of everything, an opulent looking man was the least you expected. Slicked back hair, a suit and a briefcase resting beside him. It felt off and you immediately felt wary. Why should such a man be in a shabby place? And that briefcase is straight out of a horror movie. An assassin, perhaps? Are those debts finally catching up, oh gosh—

"Care for a game?" a smooth voice interrupted you, quickly coming to the realization that you've been mindlessly staring at the stranger, quickly averting your eyes from his face.

"..A game?" you answered with wary. A game? Alone and at this hour? Your instinct begged you to run, yet your mind was curious about the proposal. If he had intentions to kill you, surely he wouldn't have waited this long.

"Yes. A game." he followed his words by taking the mysterious suit case. As his fingers opened it, your fear was ephemeral. A luminous stack of money glowing in your face. Two colourful cards beside it. It's definitely an upgrade from the knives and bombs you were thinking, yet it was still much too shady for your liking.

"..And the catch is?" you asked, not letting your hungry gaze falter. Practically drooling for the money.

"It's a simple game of ddjakji. If I lose, you get 100k won. You lose, I get 100k won." flashing a charming smile as he explained the rules. It only rang skeptical bells, but the money questioned all of your morals.

One game wouldn't hurt, no? You still had so much time to pass, why not indulge in a childrens game that could help your debt. Silence creeping back in before you answered.

"I'll play." your answer seems to amuse him, smirking as he picked up the papers, setting up the little childrens game.

"You start." handing you the red packet, you could almost scoff at how easy money this would be. You were great at this game as a child, easy money.

Thud.

A frown followed your disappointment, not being able to flip over the blue packet. Sadly underestimating the game, hazy childhood memories making it seem much easier. What a waste of money.

A smug smile was plastered on the strangers face as he saw your frustration. Gosh, you truly wanted to slap that perfect face. But you held back, giving him your packet to let him try. Hoping he would fail for your own sake.

But hopes simply are only hopes, a slap of his packet skillfully turning the other. You shouldn't have expected any less from a guy offering to the play the game, must you be so stupid to have accepted this? That irritating face of his doesn't help the irascible side you're showing either, not at all.

A sudden realization dawned on your head, you owed him money. A sheepish smile mixed in withe rage you felt, staring up at him. You were in serious debt, you couldn't afford something like this.

"No money," his tone indicated the expectation of the outcome, "That's fine. You can pay with your body."

Before your mind could rush to any conclusion, a sharp pain tugged your cheek, stumbling back to hold onto the bench. Your fingers coming up to graze at the damage, a small whine coming out. Did he really just slap you?

Eyelashes fluttering as you looked up, the facade of his enigmatic smile still on his face. Is this some type of sadist kink? It must be. Enjoyment stemming from your pain simply brought out a smile to him.

The money beside you was long forgotten, furry rummaging trough you as revenge clouded your mind. Huffing, you steadied yourself as you snatched back the packet. Letting your anger control you.

You wouldn't give up, you were now bound to bruise after you let yourself play more rounds, emotions controlling your actions. His hand ending up on your cheek each time.

"Seems like your confidence is gone." you didn't allow yourself to respond to his words, his fingers succeeding to flip the packet once more. How many times has it been now? You couldn't tell, the bruising of your right cheek being the only evidence of the torture you let yourself endure.

You sighed, pathetically closing your eyes to brace for the impact of his coarse hands. But instead, soft delicate skin brushed your skin, comforting the red patch of his hand on your face.

It was so quick, even as your eyes flung open you didn't catch im the act. His face not showing any indication of the action he pursued. No words were exchanged, mindlessly handing you the packet back as you furrowed your eyebrows.

What was this guys problem?

You couldn't even react when his hand pinned to the wall after another loss, rage fading away as he placed his head on your neck, the same feeling on your cheek now touching your neck.

Why was this so enjoyable? Gripping his well made hair as you whisper to him that only one kiss was allowed, sentence not coming to an end as he bit down suddenly. Breath hitching as you succumbed to his plump lips.

It's been so long without any contact, focusing so much on your job that you forgot your own needs. Embarrassingly rubbing your thighs together in need after he bit down harder.

"Where's all that fury gone to?" he murmured slyly, immediately noticing your actions. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to care. Desperateness in your voice as they came out in whimpers. Whining for a stranger you wanted to strangle only a few moments ago.

"Oh my gosh, please." mutters of begs came out as his fingers grazed over your groin. The thin fabric doing nothing to cover the sensation of his fingertips.

If giving up your hot bath means the mans tongue swirls around your collarbone, you would do it again. Covering your eyes in bliss as you let your head lean back.

A gush of wind rudely interrupted your enjoyment, opening your eyes to be met with the open doors of the metro. A gasp, not out of pleasure, escaping your lips as you hurried over, pushing the man off of you as you ran. You couldn't afford to miss the last train, legs running without your mind comprehending it.

Only once you squeezed between the doors, panting as you rested your back against the seat, did you look back at him. Flashing a smirk at you with his disheveled hair, disappearing from your view as the train started to move.

A small blush painted your face as you realized what was done, suddenly remembering the marks your neck had from the interaction. Pulling up your shirt to cover them, regardless of the fact no one was around you.

It simply felt so surreal, not believing any memory your mind played of the incident. Even as your slick collected in your panties and dark bruises appeared on your neck and face, you didn't want to accept it. It wasn't until you put your hands in your pocket, did it dawn on you of what happened.

A small brown card was pulled out, numbers engraved into it, mocking you to call him. Sly bastard. You couldn't give him the joy of calling,  you wouldn't let him smirk again to see you call. Your ego has already been hurt enough, pride washed away.

Yet the fingers hurriedly tapping the number on your phone displayed a different story. Pressing the call button without your premission.

How you loathed him and his skilled tongue to make you act like this.

[cinellieroll]

☆ more random obey me headcanons !

characters: the demon brothers! <3

small note: i am back. and i will disappear once more after this..also i apologize for the VERYYY LATE upload. i am not dead and i wont die until om fandom comes back to life i tell ya 😤😤

cw: none! :p

☆ lucifer:

- occasionaly has thoughts of getting a german shepherd but cerberus would get EXTREMELY PISSED if he did. also another reason why he refuses to let satan keep cats in the house. cerberus will gobble them up in less than a millisecond.

- has a pretty high libido (as if it isn't already obvious in the game..) he really enjoys taking out his stress on you everytime he gets the chance. buckle up buttercup ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

- one if his biggest secrets is keeping like a few albums of him and his brothers back when they still lived in the celestial realm. he keeps em hidden realll good

- sometimes asks levi or mammon to help him with his D.D.D

- "mammon, help me with this." "levi, why is my screen stuck like this?" "lucifer you paused the video-"

- he likes silk pajamas :3 he also can't STAND sweatpants for some reason.

- once a week, he dedicates atleast an hour or two grooming his own wings and his horns. there's a lot of occasions where he transforms in his demon form for parties and such.

- reads newspaper while taking a shit. guys dont argue with me on this its real.

- he has cold lips but his kisses are always very passionate with you!

- very well mannered everytime he's on the dining table and eating. y'all will never catch him spill a single food on the table or his clothes.

☆ mammon:

- eats with his hands sometimes when he's alone. and if someone ever finds out his excuse is always "so what? sometimes eating food with your hands is a better way to savor the taste." and i completely agree with him

- cleans his jewelry a lot. he wants them dazzling that people will do a double take when they see his mega awesome drip. like "haha yeah yall cant beat me on this baby" type shit

- cooks the BEST beef curry. the level of spice is perfect-o and beel always pesters him to make it.

- during family photos, he's always the one doing silly poses. he does hand stands, he has his ass out on display, he's ON THE FLOOR

- always man spreading in class. like you can literally see him chewing on his pen from across the room with his legs sprawled out

- you know that empty feeling you get after watching a movie? double that and give it to mammon. man takes it HARD especially if it was a sad movie that he watched. he'll feel empty for a gooooddd while

- always breaks his earphones, so when d.d.d airpods came out he got really happy and bought like 6 pairs (he ended up breaking all of them too)

- blasts music like crazy when he works out and lucifer absolutely HATES his music style and thinks it's unsanitary and inappropriate. like ok whatever you old fucking hag

- doesn't close the bathroom door after he uses it LIKE BITCH CLOSE THAT SHIT RN

- follows all of his fan accounts on devilgram ugh my boy <33

☆ leviathan:

- there's just like random times where he'll suddenly remember all of his past cringe phases. and it like appears on the most random times it's actually pissing him off

- always fantasized about creating character designs for simeon ever since he found out he was the creator of TSL

- he has a bad habit of HOLDING IN HIS PISS. yes he holds them in. he developed this habit ever since he got addicted to gaming. luckily for him he's a demon but boy if he was human he would've gotten kidney problems by now.

- levi would never ever admit it but he enjoyed getting spun around by mammon when they were still kids. like mammon grabs his arms then just spins him around and stuff

- sleeps with his headphones on and now he can't sleep without it. he's just like me jujujuju

- he really likes alex g :3

- sometimes he wishes he was a magical pop star girl performing for people on stage because they always look so happy when he watches them

- loves being the little spoon so much. sometimes it's awkward with him when he's the big spoon because he's either trembling or really stiff like a log

- he enjoys kissing your cheeks the most because he's convinced he'll melt if he tries kissing you on the lips

- has a hidden album on his phone of stolen shots of you doing the most random shit ever. eating, sleeping, showering..💀

☆ satan:

- even when it's freezing cold, his feet are always peeking out of his blanket. can't sleep without his bare feet hanging out.

- doesn't need reading glasses but insists on buying them because he thinks it fits the detective aesthetic. unfortunately he loses them a lot and no one knows why

- besides lucifer, satan is very sleek and neat when putting on neck ties

- had a phase where he absolutely despised coffee and tea because he found out lucifer enjoyed it. deep down he knew he enjoyed them too and it'd be one of the reasons for his constant rampages..

- started enjoying lofi music ever since levi introduced him to it.

- out of all the brothers, satan feels the most comfortable crying in front of mammon the most. (can i get some big brother mammon appreciation out here? 😔)

- he's the type to practice his lines in front of the mirror before asking you out on the date! he just wants everything to be perfect for you and yes sometimes he messes up but it's your fault for being too pretty

- worked as a librarian once as a part time job and lemme tell you..sales went high as fuck after that and the manager even BEGGED him to stay for longer. (which he did, as long as he got to have free books :p)

- tried the "which of the seven brothers are you?" quiz and got lucifer.

- is very skilled with the piano and even made a few pieces that reminded him of you <3

☆ asmodeus:

- really enjoys ear piercings and even got one himself!

- owns a clothing brand in the human world and even tried making you the co-owner. it's a really big success and he uses the money to buy you gifts

- can't go a day without kissing you atleast once! he feels like his lips would dry if doesn't get to even leave a peck on you

- does that back arch thing in his room when he's bored 👀

- bought so many makeup products once to the point lucifer banned makeup in HOL for like a month 💀 asmo held a grudge for a while because he was lowkey kinda conscious of his appearance when he'd go outside. especially when he's in front of you! ;((

- second most followed user on devilgram! (top one is diavolo lol)

- if he had to choose a favorite makeup brand from the human world it's either the ones with the cute packaging (ex: flower knows, too faced) or the high end brands like dior

- changes bed sheets like twice a week because it's either he can't stand the feeling anymore or found a new inspo on devilgram

- says he's not easily influenced on buying new things like mammon or levi but the moment he sees something go viral he's already purchasing 10 of them. (and posts it on his feed to gain those likes)

- crop dusts every now and then

☆ beelzebub:

- finds those gross ass thirst trappers who sexualizes food nasty asf and is a big donutdaddy hater

- wins awards from eating competitions a lot and always ALWAYS spoils you and belphie first

- always the viewer in situations where one of the brothers fight w eachother. mans always there for some reason so lucifer always approaches him first when smth happens lol

- sometimes he goes overboard with body sprays

- he likes hand made accessories/jewelry. belphie was the one who made his choker on his everyday outfit and cherishes it everyday

- he thinks tongue piercings are cool but never went out of his way to get one

- buys burger merch or any food merch in general lol

- he was never really the type to care about his own appearance and only did the bare minimum to make himself look presentable. but sometimes he does feel insecure when people get too intimidated by him, especially when it's you.

- "mc, you're not afraid of me right? i won't hurt you. i promise"

- majority of the time he's the one who fixes belphie's bed and cleans his side of the room so lucifer won't get mad at him

☆ belphegor:

- has no shame in stealing pillows from furniture shops and always gets away with it

- unintentionally says the most sassy remarks ever and stares at you when you call him out for it

- being the youngest, he doesn't really need to go shopping for his own necessities because one of the brothers already buys it for him before he can even step out of the house

- when you'd go back to the human world, he'd always gaze up at the stars and wonder how you're doing and if you're getting enough sleep

- always constipated like idk he just seems like the type to only shit once a week lmfao

- one time (or two..or three) he accidentally used a different toothbrush that belonged to one of the brothers because he was half asleep

- hates the feeling of jewelry on him because he thinks it's just in the way. especially hates earrings because it's a nuisance when he sleeps.

- HORRIBLE driver and can't drive for shit. crashed mammon's car once because he fell asleep. and his in defense was because traffic was so long smh

- he can't live without his cardigans. always wears long sleeved shirts unless it's summer season in the devildom and settles for loose shirts. he also has a habit of pulling his sleeves that it nearly covers his whole hand

- very calming singing voice. back when he was still in the celestial realm, a bunch of angel kids would approach him at night, telling him to sing lullabies for them to help them sleep <3

note: had to repost :P ALSO TY FOR 73 FOLLOWERS! hiphiphorey

[starrrlights]

Happy (really early) Valentine's day! ♡<3

♡ VI ♡ (in a more modern time, ish?)

She's touch starved, after being away in prison from the people she loved and cared for, from you. So, after years of longing, she feels a little weird with touch but wants more of it every time.

Spends more time cuddling you in the morning of Valentine's Day, exhausted from work and school. (I'm a firm believer that Vi would go to college and all of that).

It was the weekend and she had crammed most of her homework the night before so that she could spend her weekend and holiday stress free with her girlfriend.

She owns a little apartment with you. It's just easier that way.

And before she got done with her homework and you got back from your late job, she cleaned up a little around, as a little favor/gift to you. Setting up a bouquet of roses she had gotten for you on the counter where she knew that you always put your purse and keys on.

The morning is slow, but you did wake up to calloused hands rubbing up and down your back with soft kisses caressing your neck and face.

You both make breakfast together. We'll, you did while Vi had her arms wrapped around your torso.

Brings you to a diner for a day, it was decorated for the holiday and was cute, something Jayce had recommended to her as an idea.

You took a lot of pictures of the night

Most of you and Vi of course.

But somehow, there happened to be a faint kiss-mark on Vi's cheek that was the color of your lipstick. Who knew where that came from.

ALTERNATIVE DATE IDEA: Arcane

Where you both go up against each other in driving games and she wins all of the cute plushies that you wanted.

A kiss is all she asks for for her hard work.

Definitely one of the main reasons that she took you there was to show off with the boxing machine that you had seen all over Tiktok and Insta.

She loves showing off in front of you, setting a new high score on the machine and giving you her signature smile.

♡ SEVIKA ♡ (in a more in show timeline? S1 btw)

With her line of work, it was hard to find free time that allowed her to relax.

So she tried her best to at least get a few hours off in the morning on Valentine's day.

She never slept with her mechanical arm in bed, for her comfort and your safety, in her words.

Her arm stayed curled around you, being your personal heater for a little longer.

She cherished these moments, holding you close, you were special to her, someone she's known for a long time.

To wake you up, she gently rubbed your back, watching for any small details on your face that might indicate that you were walking up, and slowly called out your name, her puppy dog grey eyes practically spilling love out of them.

She knew you'd want to celebrate this holiday, even with your guy's work schedules.

She wanted to get you something, and her pay wasn't terrible. So she had gotten you a nice necklace. Well as nice as you could get in Zaun, but Sevika and Silco had connections.

You loved it nether less. It was a silver/gold/whatever necklace with an 'S' pendent. (I do think she would be a little protective and "possessive", but not in a toxic way.)

As well as getting you roses, as fresh as she could get them in the city. But your face when you received them made any small worries was away.

Isn't a woman of words, but with actions. So her gifts and slightly more affectionate touches make your heart swell.

If you were to go out, she would take you to your favorite places, using her social status as a little getaway card for the day.

Thought, she might had to work through out the day, due to being Silco's right hand lady and basically bodyguard. But she'll make sure that the day you had been anticipating for would be spent as great as it could be.

[taurasiluv]

UNRAVELED. — unrivaled!stewie x reader — 1.2k words

summary: you missed stewies affection, badly.

content warnings: hurt/comfort sex

msg from sen: oh we're so back

game days in miami were a lot different than they were back home.

different apartment, different food, different people,

everything was just a little different.

this didn’t bother you, not in the slightest, you loved to experience new things, especially alongside your lover. but, the one thing that did bother you, was the sex.

back home in new york, breanna would always make time for a quickie before she left for the arena, or if that couldn’t happen she would always take the extra step to love on you a bit before she had to leave. 

you understood that breanna was busy. basketball, ownership, ensuring that everything ran smoothly for the players, but it didn’t make the lack of affection hurt any less.

it was another game day, and another day you assumed that would be affectionless until after she got off of the court. you sat on the bed, pouting, while you watched breanna go in and out of the bathroom while she got ready. you saw glimpses of her outfit. a pair of jeans, sunglasses, and a white button up were all collected by her and brought back to the bathroom and different intervals. she didn’t see you, or if she did she was far too busy to say anything about the explicit pout on your face.

you fell back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with your arms crossed over your body. you heard her cross in and out of the bathroom a couple times before her footsteps became louder and you realized she must’ve been standing in front of you. 

the first thing you noticed when you sat up was just how good she looked. the bun, clean white button up, and jeans that complimented the outfit perfectly. 

she came up to you, spreading out your legs so she could stand in between them. her hand came up to your chin and held it snugly, lifting your face so you could see her. “what’s wrong ma?” her voice was soft and gentle, something that was always comforting for you.

“do you not want me anymore?” you asked, voice shaky. 

you could almost see her heart break through her eyes. they softened and she frowned, stepping even closer to you, your chin was practically touching her chest.

“why would i not want you anymore baby?” she frowned, running her thumb up and down your jaw. 

you sighed, staying silent for a moment to gather your thoughts and attempt not to cry all at the same time. “you’ve been so busy and we haven’t had sex in like forever, i just miss how it was before we came here,” you explained, fidgeting with your hands and avoiding eye contact with her.

she tightened her grip on your jaw, moving your face so you were looking at her. “look at me baby,” her voice was still soft and gentle, but it was laced with dominance this time around. “i’m sorry i’ve been so busy lately and we haven’t had time for our usual pregame routine, i didn’t realize it affected you this much,” she frowned.

“make it up to me?” you flashed a mischievous grin at her, moving your hands to settle around her waist, gently moving up under the button up.

she laughed, her other hand coming up to cup your face as well. “yes ma’am,” she said softly before leaning in to kiss you.

it started gently, her lips moving in tandem with yours as she stroked the skin of your face. but, before you knew it you were laid back and she was straddling you. her hands planted right beside your head and her lips came crashing down. unlike the first time, the kissing came with a lot more touches and fervor. her hands trailed up and down your sides, biting and sucking on your lip at the same time. you moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips as much as you could under the weight of her.

your hands came up to her chest, gently balling the fabric into your hands while you two kissed. her hands made their way down your body, playing with the hem of the shirt you wore—which happened to be hers—and slipping her hands under. her big hands covered lots of skin, blunt nails gently dragging over it. she continued to kiss you, her tongue swirling against yours. 

her fingers continued to dance up and down your torso, gently brushing over your bra for a few moments before going back down to your stomach. you could feel her hips gently grind into yours, a testament to how aroused she was. you were on the same boat as her, you could feel how wet your panties were and just how much you needed her.

“bre please, need you so bad,” you whined in between aggressive kisses. 

“yeah baby, how bad?” she whispered in your ear, biting the lobe.

“stop teasing,” you frowned, reaching down to move her hand to where you needed it.

she smiled at the boldness. making quick work to unbutton your pants and slip her hand down past the waistline of your panties. she gasped when she felt just how wet you were, “fuck baby you really needed this, huh?” she laughed.

you groaned, “yeah and if you ever leave me high and dry for this long ever again i’ll kill you, stewart.” 

she laughed again, plunging her fingers down into your wet folds and rubbing a hasty pace on your clit. you yelped at the sudden feeling of overwhelming pleasure. you bucked your hips up into her touch, your hands coming up to grip her shirt again. “fuck bre,” you moaned, your head pushing back into the mattress underneath you. 

“you like that baby? you’re doing so well for me,” she said, her voice raspy and sultry. a stark contrast to her previously soft and gentle tone. 

you nodded feverishly, too lost in the pleasure of it all to really form a real sentence. you rocked your hips at the same pace of her fingers, rutting into her perfectly. you could feel yourself barreling towards the edge

“f-fuck, bre—m’gonna cum please,” you whined, bucking your hips even harder.

she circled faster, slipping a finger into you. she thrusted and circled faster, leaning forward to whisper into your ear. “cum for me babygirl, my pretty girl.” 

that’s all it took, her voice mixed with the pace of her fingers pumping in and out of you took you to new heights. your eyes rolled back and white hot heat flooded through your veins. soft moans rushed out of you as you rode out your high.

she continued to thrust in and out of you, helping you through your orgasm. “doin’ so good for me baby, cmon,” she said, focused in on the movements of her hand. 

her hand eventually stalled, slowly pulling out of you. she brought her fingers up to her mouth, gently moaning around them while she sucked your juices off of her fingers.

“you feel better?”

you nodded, still in a haze from your orgasm. “thank you,” you smiled softly, looking up at her. 

before she could respond, her phone buzzed in her pocket rapidly. she took it out, glancing at the name of the caller and her eyes widening.

“fuck what time is it?!” she groaned, looking at the clock by your shared bed. 

“fuck i’m late!” she panicked, scurrying off of you to go gather her things. 

[tendermiasma]

Anonymous asked: What are some of your favorite antique things to collect? Do you have any especially favorite finds?

Strawpage/tendermiasma

That's hard... I love furniture, it's so neat to see how they shaped and reflected trends and values and just the pure craftsmanship is so wonderful. My favorite styles hover around the 17th and 18th centuries-- Jacobean, George III, Federal/Hepplewhite/Sheridan. There's something about the crispness of the detailing of the last four that makes an ornamented piece feel so light and airy. I love Jacobean because every piece looks like it was hauled out of a fire, the dark patina is so rich. I don't actually own any originals from these periods (yet!!!) but fashion is a flat circle and Jacobean had a revival in the late 19th and a couple decades into the 20th century. I have a court cabinet from probably around the 1930s that I found here in Austin that was a part of this revival and you can see the Jacobean influence also carries a secondary Arts and Crafts influence that the US was on the tail end of. The engraving on the panels are a little bit flatter than the traditionally extremely 3D Jacobean carving, and that's what Arts and Crafts brought. They kept the dark patina look and I think it's interesting to think about how much lighter actual Jacobean furniture might have been during its time, and that we're choosing to imitate its aged look as part of its original intent-- sort of like how we thought Roman statues started out white when they were actually originally brightly painted, but we choose to make them white in most of our casual references. Regardless the charred finish looks amazing against light colored walls. It feels contemplative. Welsh 18th century design also has that quality although more pared-down but still warm and welcoming somehow. I love it.

Back to Georgian/Sheridan/Hepplewhite/Federal though, also don't actually own any from that time either, although I have been heavilyyyyyyy eyeing a credenza from one of my favorite antique dealers in Austin who randomly has some incredible pieces. I could't buy it responsibly but they're all free right there for me to study and admire. Sheridan and Hepplewhite are super similar and a good way to tell them apart is the feet. If they're tapered little unadorned pegs, it's probably Hepplewhite, and if they have a ball or box on the end or have some other angular detailing, it's probably Sheridan. THOSE styles came back around almost 200 years later in the woodwork of midcentury modern which I think is so neat. You can also help yourself date a piece with other little things, like screws. There was a period in the early-mid 1800s where screws had machine-made threads while their heads were still cut by hand with a hacksaw; the machinery for cutting screwheads came later. Philips screws weren't widely used until the 1940s so that's another possible way to tell. However you have to be careful because a lot of furniture gets repaired and modern hardware is usually used, so it's good to hunt around on it for signs of the original hardware. You can also tell whether hardware is new or possibly original by the amount of patina built up around the hardware. That's hard to fake. 

I got lost again. I also love looking at pottery and dishware because there's so much information and history in its marks. It's always such a fun little forensics game to look at its stamps and writings and symbols on the bottom to track where it's been, who made it, is it a forgery of a well-known artisan? That happened to me really recently when I found a Meissen tea set at a thrift store and it turns out I believe I have one actual Meissen cup in there from mid 1800s. The only way I could figure it out it was genuine and also its general date was because of its imperfections, which is pretty cool. Meissen had a specific way of marking B-grade dishware that they only used during certain time periods, and thankfully there's document of it, and my piece carried it. I don't care if she's not A-grade, she's beautiful and I'm a sucker for blue and white china.

I could talk a lot more but I'm just rambling at this point so feel free to ask more. I love it all so much. I've had a great time learning so much more than I bargained for with every new piece I find. I'm still mourning the Austin Antique Mall closure that happened last May but thankfully there's another great one in Round Rock and I should go back next month.

The smoking-gun wheel marks for the date and authenticity of the Meissen cup

My Jacobean-revival court cabinet from probably the 1930s

In her natural habitat. I built the fake fireplace! None of the existing ones were Georgian enough for me lol

The coffee table is I believe late 1930s and the chair is a 1960s wingback that got recovered in probably the 90s and I want to get it recovered again when I can. I'm at capacity since I'm in a 1-bedroom apartment and my primary goal is a well-designed space but when I can get an office it's going to be so over

[eff-plays]

"Lmao EA thinks Veilguard failed because it wasn't a live service. Are they fucking stupid?"

This is a charitable take ^^^^ This is an EXTREMELY charitable take, and let me explain why.

EA wants a live service game. They want it BAD. They know nobody else wants it, but that doesn't matter. They want it, because to them, it's infinite money. If they just keep throwing devs at it, no matter the devs' actual passion or areas of expertise, they believe they'll hit the jackpot. When you have almost-infinite money to throw at a problem until it spits out the final infinite-money glitch? That's what you do.

When Destiny dropped and did big fat numbers back in the day, EA got so hard they couldn't think, looked over what devs they had locked in their basement, and picked out BioWare as their lab rat. BioWare just finished Mass Effect, right? That was some sci-fi bullshit, just like Destiny! Make them make another Destiny. But by the time it came out, it was too late. People were tired of the genre, and Anthem was so nothing and made by devs who couldn't care less, so it fizzled out like a wet fart. Alright, that was a big fail, but hey!! Inquisition made big money, so get BioWare on another live service, this time maybe fantasy-flavored? Except oops, looks like we used up all the goodwill with Anthem and people are really pissed about us making Dragon Age, an exclusively single-player game, multiplayer. Ugh. Okay. Fine. Scrap that, I guess. Gotta save face, for now. Let's um. Yes, let's just axe some devs from this, ya know, we gotta make money too right? Can't spend TOO MUCH on a singleplayer game. Oh no!!! It came out and it sucked?? Well, obviously it's not OUR fault. The game is as good as it could have been under the circumstances ... you know, not being a live service game. We wanted it to be live service, gamers, but YOU said it should've been singleplayer! And now it failed to meet expectations! See? We told you! Alas, if only it'd been a multiplayer live service instead ...

Look. They know. They're fully aware and they can very much hear and see all the criticisms thrown at Veilguard, and at live service games in general. The problem isn't that they don't get what gamers want, it's that they don't CARE. They want infinite money, and to them, having one good live service is so much more valuable than having a bunch of little one-off sale games. Do you understand?

"But BG3 and Elden Ring and etc etc made so much money and it was singleplayer!!" Yeah, but did they make Fortnite money? Did they make INFINITE money? No. They didn't. EA. Wants. Infinite. Money.

And they want to keep trying to get that one infinite money glitch, so that little comment about "oughough if only it'd been a live service game" isn't a misunderstanding of what players want or a poorly-thought-out argument: it's propaganda. They're trying to twist Veilguard failing into a justification for why their next game will once again be an attempt at a live service game. "See? You guys wanted singleplayer but then it failed 😔 We simply CAN'T justify making another singleplayer game, not when it SELLS SO POORLY. It's okay though, WE know what people ACTUALLY want, and we'll do it next time :)"

It doesn't matter to them how many single-player games must fail and how many devs must be sacrificed, how many players must be upset and alienated, because if they hit that infinite money glitch ONCE, if they get ONE Fortnite ... Then none of it will matter.

So yeah. This isn't stupidity. It's plain and simple greed.

[saoirsezz]

ᯓ STRANGERS TO A LOST SOUL | 리키

PAIRINGS. stranger!riki x stranger!reader

GENRE. fluff, sprinkle of angst

WARNINGS. none

SYNOPSIS. after a very terrible day, you found yourself wanting to dissocialize from the world, what happens when coincidentally, someone did too?

THE RAIN WAS POURING HEAVILY, so was your tears. it had been a day like all others, tiring, draining, and clearly pained you the most. the clouds were grey, the noisy sound of raindrops concealing your pathetic sniffles.

why must your day simply be terrible out of all days? it was your special day— your birthday, it was suppose to be happy, nostalgic, but clearly something jinxed you for it to be the exact opposite.

your `friends' forgot to greet you a happy birthday, maybe even forgot your whole birthday. you got detention for being late becuase your bike tire got flat on the way to school, so you had to walk.

then some junior bumped into you, making you spill the milk on your uniform, the disgusting sticky liquid seeping through your clothes.

normally, these would simply annoy you, but not enough to ruin your day, but they all just had to happen at the same day, especially the day you were most looking forward to all year. how unlucky.

now you just found yourself crying over frustration on how bad things went. it won't undo what happened, it won't rewind time, but maybe it'll simply ease the little flare in your chest.

there was a small playground inside your village. the heavy rain caused children to stay inside their houses, bored. you were wet with sticky milk anyway, so the rain didn't cause you harm. you sat on the wet swing, little by little pushing yourself. the anger from earlier slowly subsiding, but it's still there.

to your surprises, another, probably also-got-a-bad-day person sat on the other swing. he was also just sitting in the rain with no umbrella. you wondered why he's here, but you came to a conclusion he most likely had a day like yours, if not worse.

“bad day?” he broke the silence. his voice was raspy, tired even. “could've definitely been better.” you sighed, letting your feet dig into sand to stop you from swinging.

he scoffed. “same. i lost at my game and my mom scolded at me saying it was a bad idea to start baseball in the first place— that I should've just focused on my studies. I tried to tell her that being a baseball player was my dream since I was a kid but-” he paused, his voice fading, as if he was weak and wanted to cry. “—she just doesn't get it.. what about you?” he questioned, he hoped you understood, even if you were just someone who he coincidentally met at this time.

“I, it's my birthday, and my friends didn't greet me, no one did. my bike's tire got flat, I'm drenched in milk, and I got my first ever detention. it sounds shallow I know-” he cut you off, shaking his head.

“it's not. I promise,” he paused for a few moments. his gaze lingered on yours, “happy birthday,”

you smiled. for the first time today.

“and go for your dream, I don't know you.. but, I know you deserve to be in the league of baseball. I hope I get to see you in TV someday,” you grinned, there was a spark in his eyes you didn't see when he sat down.

“maybe my day's not half bad.” he smiled as he stood up, “mine too.” you retorted.

you both got up and exchanged smiles, each going in their own ways, you looked back at him, seeing his figure slowly dissappear, you smiled on the way back home. the thoughts of today's earlier dismays were long gone. you had hoped to somehow see him again, and what you didn't know was, he did too.

© work of saoirsezz | sho 🂱

SHO'S NOTE ; i love this so much, i genuinely love this kinda dynamic. i hope u guys like it (╥﹏╥)

[brain4stew]

Forsaken survivors w a event!reader??Where reader only stays when there is a certain holiday/event like christmas??

How interesting! I will see what I can do with this ask of yours anon! 🫶

(Again, note to self that, I do not know the exact personalities of the characters, so I have a feeling some if not most and all of them will become rather… OOC.)

But anyway, headcanons/something under the cut! ;

• The survivor lobby is filled to the brim with Christmas decorations, and Christmas spirits.

• (007n7, Guest 1337 and Builderman took the time to do it together, they don’t exactly trust the others with decorating.)

• You may ask where you come in, however, you come in quite late! Somewhere awfully close to Christmas! So let’s skip to there!

• Every survivor is excited for Christmas, wondering what they will get as Christmas presents. Chance made bets to almost everyone about what they’ll get… (No one risked doing bets with him.)

• You appear, well… Out of nowhere. You’re wearing your Christmas outfit. (you choose for yourself, as I don’t know what you’d want. However I personally would wear a Christmas onesie.)

• Everyone were confused, curious and of course, weary of you. But, after seeing you were mostly harmless, they were quite happy you were there with them!

• Elliot has even asked you to help him cook and bake food for Christmas! Which, you agreed too! (You both managed to get yourselves covered in flour at least once…)

• Noob is just curious, asking where you came from, who you are, what you are- hold on a minute, what you are?? WHY ARE YOU ASKING THA-

• Guest 1337 is keeping an eye on you, being weary of you, as you appeared out of nowhere. He’s happy, of course. But, him who has been out on WAR… Can you really blame him for being weary?

• Two Time… Is just Two Time. They’re curious about you, yes, but, what they’re the most curious about, is where you came from, and if you have- or had, any similar experiences as them. (Spoiler, you most likely don’t.)

• Chance, he… Just wanted to make bets with you, and play card games with you. (What a shame for him, you won most of the time.)

• Builderman has asked you if you wanted to make something, probably from wood, or anything of the sort, to make more Christmas spirit’s(?)

• 007n7, he is talking to you, asking what you think C00lkidd would like as a gift, as he tells you how C00lkidd is like. (You ended up becoming confused and struggling to figure out the perfect gift…)

• Shedletsky… Well… You had to keep him from going into the kitchen, and having to help him by reminding him to not eat too much fried chicken.

• By the time you have to leave, however, everyone was disappointed, they liked your presence! Please don’t leave them just like that…

• You told them that you’ll most likely be back the next Christmas, or another holiday. Before, you disappear.

• Let’s just say that, everyone can’t wait for you to come back. They already like you with how little time they had with you!

[purplereina11]

New Signing, New Beginning Last Part!

Mia Larsen was Barcelonas new summer signing

Alexia Putellas is a club legend who just can't seem to talk to her

Mia was lounging on Keiras sofa conversations going on around her, she was too lost in her own thoughts to join in. She kept replying the morning over in her mind, the kissing the touching the orgasms the so many orgasms. She’d never felt so satisfied in her life, she could picture every inch of Alexia’s body in her mind. Alexia didn’t give much of herself to people but she got Alexia in ways she never wanted to forget.

Beth clicked in Mia’s face getting a knowing smile on her face when Mia still in the Spain shirt was out of it. “I miss her” Mia grumbled with a little smile when Beth laughed at her.

“You really like her don’t you?” Beth asked softly and Mia nodded, “Could you fall for her?”

“Think i already have, don’t get me wrong no where near the L word but, i have fallen for her” Mia got the most dopiest of smiles on her face when Alexia lit her phone up.

“What she said?”

“I know i said i’d see you tomorrow at training, but do you want to have breakfast together before going in?”

Mia’s thumbs quickly went back to Alexia Beth leaning her chin on her shoulder to read over her shoulder, Mia was back in the room after her short text exchange. They laughed they cried the five friends went through all the emotions catching up on life, Mia was happy, she had a gorgeous woman in her life excited to see what may happen there and her friends were happy and her career was seemingly better than ever.

+

Mia smiled softly as Alexia was giggling as she told her a story it was the cutest thing in the world to see. “Alba was so angry it was hilarious”

“I bet she was” Mia looked as Alexia’s hand rested on her thigh, she wasn’t a PDA person and she assumed neither was Alexia. But she had been touchy this morning, a hand on the small of her back, holding her hand when they were walking through the parking garage. Mia was surprisingly enjoying it. She leant on her clenched fist giving Alexia her full attention, “You excited to go back to camp?”

“Um, excited is never the word, i see friends i rarely see but it’s not an environment I’m ever excited for”

Mia’s eyes scanned Alexia’s face as she was finishing her pancakes, “I’m going to miss you” she said it before she even realised the words were flowing from her mouth but the honesty just slipped out in her comfortability with Alexia.

Alexia wiped her mouth with her napkin smiled and pecked her lips, “I’m going to miss you” she spoke and the grin Mia got on her face was adorable, “You’re coming to the home game though right? I told Alba she said she was going to-“

Mia interrupted when Alexia was beginning to frown thinking Alba hadn’t done what she asked her, “She text me, we have a plan”

“Ok good” Alexia checked her watch, “We best get going”

Mia tapped her thigh, “I’ll get this” She rose to her feet to go pay for breakfast but Alexia took hold of her wrist

“No, i invited you”

“So?” Mia walked away as Alexia neatly stacked there plates, soon as Mia got in Alexia’s car her hand gently came to Mia’s neck pulling her closer and they had a little kiss session, which made you go all fuzzy in certain places “Lex, we’re going to be late” she kissed Mia again, “Not that i care suddenly”

Alexia laughed, pecking her lips giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, “About telling people”

“Do, you want to?” Alexia seemed nervous that she’d offend Mia by her answer, “For me.. i’d like to keep it between us for a little longer” she knew that’s what Alexia would want and that they were on the same page, it was exactly what Mia wanted to. She was nervous for telling people she was dating the captain. She feared the reaction she may get.

“You would?”

Mia nodded, “I mean, Keira knows but it wasn’t rocket science to figure out why I’d been gone a few hours when i went back to hers” Alexia smiled, “People don’t need to know yet” Alexia turned her car on and she pulled out the space.

“I agree.. i don’t like sharing”

Mia laughed, “No surprise there, your poor dog can’t even get a cuddle from me without you glaring at her”

+

Mia was naked in Alexia’s bed yet again her breathing heavy as they kissed her body flushed, “Eres tan sexy” Alexia whispered in Spanish as her finger tips wandered up and down Mia’s bare skin of her side as she lay on top of her. “You make me happy” Mia let her hand come to Alexia’s back, she was pretty sure her legs were still shaking from that last round but she knew they weren’t finished yet. “I haven’t felt this happy for some time”

Mia kissed Alexia when she looked into her eyes, “I don’t know what i did to deserve you, you’re perfect” Mia rolled Alexia to her back and her mouth went wandering until it was on Alexia’s most sensitive spot. Mia could stay down on Alexia for hours the way she could make her body twitch and writhe the sweet noises coming from Alexia. She’d always enjoyed doing the act but it was that bit sweeter with Alexia.

+

Mia woke the next morning to Alexia’s alarm fully wrapped and entwined with her, she was so warm and sweaty as they lay there “Lex” she spoke squeezing the body part under her hand which was a thigh “Time to get up, you have a flight to catch”

Alexia pecked the nearest piece of skin she could find untangling herself and getting out of bed turning her alarm off. As she rubbed her eyes Mia was stretching in bed behind her.

“Well aren’t you just a hot piece of ass” Mia smiled admiring the naked back of Alexia’s body and the many tattoos over it.

Alexia looked over her shoulder to see Mia her breasts peaking out the covers with a cheeky smile on her face, “You need to cover up otherwise i’ll never leave” Alexia closed her eyes briefly when Mia slowly revealed her whole body never feeling shy under Alexia’s gaze. “Mia”

Mia moved to kneel on the bed in front of Alexia, she pecked her lips as she took her hand coming off the bed her body pressed to Alexia’s due to the small gap, “i’m sure you can multitask” Alexia smirked as she was led to her bathroom Mia switching the shower on, smiling her arms coming around Alexia’s neck as her hands gripped to Mias ass talking in to her ear.

“I’ll never get enough of you”

+

Alexia stood in line in her Spain kit looking for Mia, she could see her mum uncle and Alba but she couldn’t see Mia. She feared maybe she had second thoughts of coming in case the fans caught on who she was sat with. But she bit back her smile as Mia rose to her feet coming into view she laughed at a comment Alexia’s uncle made to her it appeared the way they were talking there first meeting had gone smoothly. Alexia had obviously told Jenni Hermoso all about Mia the minute she got face to face with her, Jenni loved the smile her friend had whenever she spoke of Mia. Jenni looked to Alexia then smiled seeing where she was looking, she turned her head back to Alexia, “She looks good” Alexia simply smiled at her friend, she knew. She didn’t need telling.

Spain won there match with ease, Alexia waved at her family firing kisses to them unable to actually speak to them. She fired a wink at Mia and both prayed she’d hurry up and just get back to Barcelona. They both were shocked just how lost they felt without the other and Alexia was lucky she had more structured days and less opportunity to miss Mia.

+

It had been a long week with the majority of the team off on international duty, Mia had hung out with Mapi a lot this week in and out of training, there friendship developing, both just as silly as the other and were driving Pere mad even if he did find the funny side. Mia was having dinner with her grandparents at the end of the week when her phone lit up, it was a text from Alexia. She was outside, her Grandmother smiled seeing the message and her granddaughters smile, “Invite her in if you like, there’s plenty of food if she’s hungry”

Mia got to her feet and headed outside as Alexia shut her car off and climbed out the car. “Hi” Mia smiled, “You hungry? My gran said there’s plenty” Alexia slipped her arms around Mia silently, holding her tightly just glad to be back in her company to be able to hold her and smell that sweet perfume that lingered now in her apartment “Lex?”

Alexia pulled her head back, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“Rubialas blocked you playing for Spain and England”

Mia just stared at Alexia, obviously it had been discussed at her Spain camp but her understanding was she wasn’t too speak on the matter for fear of more retribution clearly that wasn’t the case for everyone, Mia wondered how it came about but didn’t want to have the conversation so didn’t ask questions, “It wasn’t relevant”

Alexia looked over her girl, “You can always talk to me you know”

Mia nodded, “I know that, we’ll talk about it one day”

Alexia kissed her, “What’s for dinner then?” Mia smiled walking backwards taking Alexia’s hand to get her moving.

“Come on” Mia turned opening the door Alexia smiled when Mia spoke Catalan with her grandparents introducing them to Alexia and vice versa.

“It smells amazing” Alexia commented when she had a dish of food put before her, “Thank you”

Mia ate her dinner as her grandparents and Alexia chatted freely, she smiled when her grandfather quickly turned the conversation to football. “Granddad”

“What?” He asked innocently, “I stand behind my statement if you played internationally you would of won a ballon d’or by now”

Alexia smiled down at her food, “I agree” Mia looked to Alexia, “What? You would of this years the way you’ve played for us”

“Does Alexia know the rea-“

“She doesn’t know the whole story” Alexia kept tucking into her meal she could feel the sudden change in air, but she explained anyway

“She doesn’t think it’s relevant, friends on camp told me Rubialas stops her-“

“We don’t say that name in this house” Mia’s grandfather spoke softly, Alexia glanced to Mia wondering what happened

“Maybe we should change the subject?” Mia offered she let her hand touch alexia’s thigh under the table to let her know she hadn’t offended her grandparents on there first meeting, far from it.

+

Mia lay on her bed with Alexia who was in a world of her own as Mia watched her face knowing she was thinking about something, “Ask your question” she smiled, “I can see on your face you have a question”

“You said we’d talk about it some other time”

“He asked me to be apart of the Spanish selection group about 6 years ago, I said no. I wanted to play for England. He didn’t like that, he would harass, hound and just torment me. No matter how many times i’d block his number he’d get a new one, if i got a different number he would get hold of it. The only way to make it stop was to say i’d be available for Spain only, he told England and then he would tell the coaches to never select me.”

“The players, a lot of them, they think you refuse”

Mia shrugged, “Thats the story he peddles and I let people believe it, less embarrassing than people knowing you aren’t called up”

“Yeah but not because you’re not good enough”

Mia finally looked to Alexia resting on her hand looking down at her, “It’s easier this way, i get peace and quiet this way, you have no idea how many calls and texts id get a day, it was driving me to breaking point Lex”

“He can’t do that now”

“Alexia” Mia sighed, she was clearly over the subject and defeated by her having a rebuttal to everything she said.

Alexia pecked her lips, “I’ll stop but, you should be playing on the international stage, don’t let him take that from you, he’s took far too much from people that I care about without him doing it to you to” Alexia could see Mia thinking about it she kissed her cheek and lay beside her, “Your rooms cute”

“Not changed much since i was a kid” Mia spoke happy for the subject change and the distraction now it was all she could think about it, “I always got a room since i’d come stay in the school holidays, all the other grandkids had to share the other room whilst mine was always empty if i wasn’t here” Mia smiled at Alexia, “I was always the favourite still am”

“You’re my favourite”

Mia rolled onto her side closer, “I best be with what i let you do to me”

Alexia smirked pecking Mia’s lips, “That aside, you’re my favourite person”

“You’re in the top 10” Mia laughed when Alexia was smiling tickling her, “Stop” she laughed, “Why do you do this?”

+

Mia and Alexia had a conversation about telling close friends, she’d already told Parades and Mapi who was under strict instructions to not say anything and let Mia tell Ingrid on her girls night tonight with Ingrid Keira and Patri.

Mia was in the bar having her wine smiling at the story Patri was telling from camp, she wanted to ask Patri how she came up but was scared for the answer so didn’t. “You’ve got anything you need to tell us Mia?” Ingrid asked, Mia instantly creased her brows.

“Maria told you didn’t she, Alexia told her not to”

“Told me what?” Ingrid asked, “I was only asking after that revelation?” She jerked her thumb at Patri beside her, both looked to Keira seeing the look on her face

“What the fuck are we missing here?”

Keira looked to Mia who took a breath, “Me and Alexia are.. dating”

Both girls were stunned into silence silently trying to process what was just said, “Does.. Does Alexia know?” Patri asked, “Alexia doesn’t date, never has”

“Alexia is very aware” Keira spoke sipping her drink, “Why don’t you tell them about how great the sex is so I’m not the only one that has to know that”

Mia smiled shaking her head as she sipped her wine, “Shush Keira”

“Thats why she’s so fucking chirpy all the time all of a sudden” Patri spoke, “She’s finally getting some!” It was like realisation washed over her, “Oh my god” Patri was spiralling, “It’s so fucking obvious now!”

“You ok?” Mia smiled as her friend seemed stressed.

“I’ll be having words with her”

Mia hummed, “She’s expecting you to, oh you mean now” Mia saw Patri requesting to FaceTime her captain.

“Hola” Alexia answered from the angle Mia could see she looked all snug on her sofa. 

Ingrid smiled reaching over to squeeze her hand, “I’ve been secretly hoping this would happen, i’m happy for you i think your perfect for each other”

“Right before I start, I am so happy for you but, you ever keep anything from me again we’ve got problems Ale, you’re sleeping with one of my friends and didn’t think to mention it?”

Alexia smiled, “We agreed to keep it to ourselves for a little while”

“Whatever” Patri grumbled hanging up

+

Mia putting on a clinic in the home league game, what she hadn’t been told was that Sarina Weigman was here, she was back helping defend when the lines woman signalled goal kick when the opposition thought they should of had a corner. Mia looked over her shoulder when she heard shouting her brows instantly creased turning rushing over getting herself between the player and the official. “Don’t talk to her like that” Mia put her hand on the girls shoulder gently trying to push her back, “You don’t need to talk to her like that!”

The girl shoved her hand off her and she squared up to Mia but she didn’t back down, the team hadn’t noticed they spotted the bench up shouting and gesturing, they in unison all turned as the referee blew her whistle and began running, Mia was well in truly giving the player a piece of her mind. Showing she could be just as fiery when pushed.

“Get the fuck out my face” Mia shoved her with hand a little harder this time and the girl stumbled, Mia looked pissed as she started walking away fed up of this chick shouting at her, she lifted her shirt to wipe her face of sweat as she went to plead her case to the ref she simply held a hand to her and kept on by showing the player a red card that was hot on her heels.

“What happened?” Keira asked stopping Mia in her tracks the other girls coming over.

“She got in the officials face saying all kinds of crazy shit, I maybe shouldn’t of gotten involved but you don’t speak to people like that”

Alexia stayed by her players side as the referee came back to her, “Are you mad?” She shouted when she got a red card to, she pointed to the lines woman, “I was sticking up for her!” Alexia touched Mia’s back as a silent plea to just take her leave, Mia was shaking her head clearly not happy as she started to walk off. She took her shirt off as she started the long walk from the other side of the pitch to head back to the changing rooms, she put her head back annoyed with herself when she spotted Sarina in the crowd. “Wasn’t a red” she hollered back to the ref.

Mia kept walking as the lines woman came rushing onto the pitch over to the ref, Mia got to the fourth official who was told to hold her there.

“I was just trying to stick up for her” Mia said to the fourth official who nodded,

“I saw, I’ve explained” she said, “Please put your shirt back on”

Mia sighed doing as she was told as Pere came to stand with her, “She was kicking off at her I was just trying to help she looked terrified of her”

The ref blew her whistle coming jogging over as the lines women went back to her position, the ref waved away the red car and motioned for Mia to come back onto the pitch

“No yellow?” Mia asked

“No” The referee shook her head, she whistled for the game to get under way.

“I should at least get a yellow for the pushing”

“Do you want me to give you a yellow?” The referee asked watching the game as Mia still hadn’t left her side.

“No, I was just saying”

“Stop saying” The referee motioned for her to go away, Mia picked up a jog to follow the girls attacking, the ball was passed back and she struck it with so much force and accuracy that the goalkeeper stood no chance.

+

For Alexia’s birthday, Mia struggled to know what to buy her, what do you get the woman that has everything and the ability to get whatever she wanted. So she decided to go for an experience she arranged for her, Alexia her sister and mother to have a day on a yacht.

Mia came out from the inside in her bikini to join the trio after putting the drinks she’d brought with her into the fridge to keep cool, Alba smiled and wolf whistled her, “Shush you” Mia smiled down at her gently shoving her head playfully as she came to take a seat as she looked at her phone she’d connected to the speakers to start the music playing.

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo” Alba spoke looking at the one she had on her hip.

“Why would you” Alexia asked, “If you knew she had that tattoo on her hip I’d have some questions”

Mia smiled watching Alexia and Alba bicker over something so trivial as to why it would be weird for Alba to know that, “This is the rest of our day huh?” Eli spoke.

“No” Mia spoke as she lay back, “This is the rest of our lives” Mia put her cap over her face and lay listening to the music being drowned out by Alba and Alexia.

+

Mia invited Alexia to the beach for a walk, Mia hadn’t contributed much to the conversation with Alexia as they strolled. Alexia looked over Mia, “Is something wrong?” She asked Mia looking to her, “You’re really quiet, are you breaking up with me?”

Mia stopped turning to Alexia, “No.” Mia smiled softly leaning in to kiss her as reassurance “i do have something i have to tell you though”

“Is it bad?”

Mia smiled ever so slightly, “I’ve been invited to join the next England camp at the end of the month”

Alexia got the biggest smile on her face which grew Mia’s, “Really?” Mia nodded, Mia giggled when Alexia wrapped her arms around her and lifted her in excitement, “I am so happy for you!” For the moment she was being spun around by Alexia, as she laughed she forgot all the negative feelings she did feel, all the apprehension and worry left her body. For excitement and happiness. Alexia set her down and made eye contact, “You said yes right?”

“I’m nervous”

“You’ll smash it” Alexia pecked her lips her hand coming to her face, “And nothing with come of it, i mean with him”

“I hope not”

Alexia pushed her forehead to Mia’s, “You should be excited”

“I know” Mia whispered, “But when they announce it tomorrow i’m dreading it”

Alexia cupped her face, “Mia” she spoke softly her thumb gently moving back and fourth, “Just focus on the football and what happens we’ll face together” she pecked her lips, “I’ve got you, ok?” Mia nodded and reconnected their lips, she felt safe when she was close to Alexia. “I’m so proud of you”

“Stop” Mia spoke softly, “You’ll make me cry with how cute you’re being” Alexia smiled, “You do realise, if i get minutes i’ll be playing against you”

“Oh yeah, Spain are playing England” Alexia smiled, “At least i won’t have to mark you” Alexia ran her hand to rest on her hip as they laughed.

“Am i ever getting this cap back?” Mia asked fiddling with the hat on Alexia’s head

“Do you want it back?”

“No, you look hot in it, you keep it”

+

Mia had the best time at her England camp over the first few days, she got to spend time with her friends, meet players she’d played against to get to know them and meet players she’d never played against. They were all so warm and welcoming and went out there way it seemed to speak to and include her. It had been a positive experience one she wished had come sooner but there was a reason it hadn’t.

Today was the Wembley game against Spain, she was on the bench, Sarina had a conversation with her, she would sub on in this game around the 60 minute mark after not appearing in there away game in Belgium. Sarina wanted to give her this moment at Wembley making her debut against Spain the country that had blocked this for many years with her home fans to welcome and support her.

It was the anniversary of her parent’s death today, and the team had been incredibly supportive of that. Mia took a deep breath as she came up to the line to wait to come on, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation it was a big moment for one of English fans favourites. Her eyes were trained on the grass in front of her going over all the tactics she’d been told about. There had been some reports in the papers this morning of her ‘feud’ with the Spanish federation and bits of what Luis Rubialas had put her through, it was bad enough what had been written and it all had actually been true but it was no near where as bad as it did get.

She felt emotional she didn’t know whether it was the dead parents or the moment she’d waited too long for or it all just combined.

“Substitution for England” Mia rose her head, “Making way Number 9 Alessia Russo” Wembley cheered as Alessia clapped then she got a big smile when she saw who was coming on, she would usually exit on the right considering she was all the way over there but she ran over the field, Alessia hugged Mia so tight when she got to her.

“Proud of you Mi! Kill it”

“And taking her place” the announcer started raising his voice, “Making her England Debut! Number 23! Mia Larsen!” Mia jogged onto the pitch to a loud ovation that forced her to smile instantly. She slapped Keiras hand on the way past looking back with her smile still when Keira smacked her arse.

Mia added energy to England who were 3 Nil down, she got the ball in the midfield in a lot of space, more space then the women who played with her week in and week out should of afforded her. She looked up and did a pin point pass to Beth Mead like going back to there Arsenal days who headed it past Misa. Beth ran to Mia they celebrated together briefly before heading to the restart, Mia was clapping at her team, “Come on” she shouted, she motioned to fire up if it was any team that could bring this back and get this Wembley rocking it was England.

Leah mimicked Mia and the energy was coming back to the team as the restart was taken, Mia was running rings around Olga Carmona much like she did in the Madrid game, she sent Olga the wrong way on the edge of the box and she had the space to take a shot which she did and it went in. She went running back down the field there was no time to celebrate her debut goal 15 minutes in, they had 15 minutes to get one goal to draw level, it was doable to salvage a draw in this friendly.

Mia held her fist to the bench and staff that was up celebrating, “Come on!” She shouted, “Come on girls” she shouted out to the field of players, “One more!” Alexia had full view as one of the English defenders came up behind Mia speaking into her ear arm around her chest Mia smiling. They slapped hands as Alex Greenwood moved back into position covering her mouth to say something to Millie who told Leah who then told Lucy.

Spains shoulders were down, and Montse had no rebuttal no tactical help, she didn’t know how to counter, it was left to the girls on the pitch to try and figure this out for themselves. Mia had pointed out Spains defence were sitting pretty high, they were trying to get the high press back on, Mia saw the opportunity to run in beyond if Leah could play one of her long passes. Keira and Beth were told about the plan, as was Tooney. Mia, Tooney and Beth were to as soon as Keira got the ball keep on side so when she passed back to Leah and she booted it beyond. It took a little while to get the ball from the Spanish mid field playing it around but Keira dispossed Alexia, Mia took off running and was clearly on side when Leah booted the ball beyond the defence line.

Wembley was rocking when Mia showed her pace with the ball skipped around Misa who came out to meet her and slot it home to square it all up on the 89th minute of the game. Mia stood alone with the corner looking up to the sky, “For you” she fired two kisses up, just as Beth and Ella got to her. It was nice two of her teammates who had suffered a loss was there, they’d had many deep conversations this week about grief and shared difficulties and different ways they’d found to cope.

“Always with you” Beth spoke tapping Mia’s heart, “In here, they’re always watching, they’d be so proud Mia”

Ella hugged her so tight as a few tears escaped, the other girls all got there to celebrate the moment. As the girls were moving away Mia was walking backwards she tapped the badge and threw her hands up to fire the crowd back up, she pulled her shirt up to wipe her tears as she began jogging back to the restart. Patri grabbed her neck to speak into her ear briefly smacking her back as she went by.

It was the best outcome for Mia’s relationship, they both scored twice and they drew, Alexia was the last Spain player to find her she motioned for Mia to come to her with her finger, “Give me your shirt” she hollered as Mia walked towards her in the centre of both teams, they swapped shirts but neither put the other on.

“I have one of these” Mia smiled, “Would you care if I gave it someone else?”

“Who?”

“One of the younger girls, I heard her talking she wanted your shirt but wouldn’t ask you”

“Oh.. ok” Alexia nodded before pulling Mia in for a hug, “I’m so proud of you, it took everything in me to not come to you when you were crying”

“I’m ok, it’s just all a lot but i’m ok” They stood silently just holding each other longer than deemed just teammates would do, of course it was TikTok with many comments debating the interaction.

Mia was peeled away to go to ITV interviews with Laura Woods, Karen Carney and Ian Wright. She was met by Karen and Ian with excitement smiles and big hugs, she warmly greeted Laura when she was handed a microphone, “Wow Mia, what a debut what a moment, what are you thinking right now?”

Mia puffed out some air, “Honestly?” She questioned with a smile, “Finally” Ian was nodding along at the end, “I’ve dreamt of that moment many times over the years and it’s never gone like that, its what dreams are made of for sure, and to be able to do it with this group of girls at the home of English football, I couldn’t of asked for anything more special”

“A lot of fans were shocked you didn’t appear in the Belgium game”

“We were shocked” Ian spoke

Mia smiled as Laura carried on, “And to see you get only thirty minutes, but what a thirty minutes it was”

“Yeah of course me and Sarina had a conversation around the expectations of me coming into this team and if I was as young as Clinton, Naz, Beever-jones I too would have to prove myself that doesn’t change just because I’ve been playing longer, what you achieve away from England gets you through the door but its what you do when here that keeps you here and at what level. I’ve obviously followed the girls over the years and I’ve watched many players that are world class come in and sit on the bench game after game so for me to get on today was the icing on the cake to a perfect week”

“We saw you there moments ago having an embrace with your Barcelona Captain Alexia Putellas and swapping shirts, what are the feelings from your club players here tonight?”

Mia nodded, “Yeah um, just congratulating me and saying they were proud, I’m not keeping this shirt, one of the girls was too shy to ask so I’ll give it to her besides I sit next to Alexia in the locker room back home so I can sneak a few shirts if I wanted to” Mia joked

+

Mia walked into the locker room, she held the shirt in her hand to Grace Clinton, “What’s this?” She asked

“Putellas shirt” she nodded, “I heard you talking you wanted it”

“Oh my god” Grace of course insisted on hugging Mia who laughed.

“I have to go, I have to pee”

“Just 10 more seconds, thank you so much”

“She’s not that scary, next time just ask”

“You would say that” Beth hollered. Mia rolled her eyes finally getting away from Grace.

“What’s she talking about?” Millie Bright asked

Mia as she moved through the locker room Leah and Keira grinning away she confessed, “I’ve um, been dating Alexia for about 5 months”

“Fuck off” Millie hollered, “Only you’d fucking go to Barca and pull La fucking Reina” Mia just laughed as she left to go the bathroom

“Mia” Beth hollered as Alexia nervously and awkwardly stood near the door with Sarina, she smiled at the captain before shouting, “Mia!” She exclaimed

“What?” Mia met her aggression back

“Come here!”

“You come here!”

“Trust me!” Beth called again, “You really want to come here!”

Mia sighed washing her hands she paused as she came out to see Alexia stood adorably awkwardly, “Hola” Alexia smiled, Mia smirked as Alexia spoke in Spanish to her, “Get your stuff we need to go” she always got nervous speaking English in a large group as she wasn’t overly confident doing it.

“Go where?”

“That’s a surprise come on” Mia furrowed her brows and didn’t move getting a look from Alexia that made the room show there amusement in many different ways. “Keira” Alexia looked to her club mate, “Can you tell her to get her stuff and that we have to go?”

“Mia babe, get your stuff you have to go” Keira looked to Alexia, “Where are you going exactly?”

“Paris”

“What?” Mia vocalised her shock, “I’ve always wanted to go to Paris”

“I know but you won’t get to go if we miss our flight, come on” Alexia smiled

“Why though?”

“You ask to many questions” Alexia said looking out the door.

+

Alexia climbed on there bed where it seemed to all get to much for little Mia who’d fell asleep, Alexia gently woke her with kisses. Mia slowly opened her eyes, “Come on, the towers lit up” Alexia whispered, she helped Mia off the bed and out onto the balcony she stood behind her holding her as they silently watched the tower glisten.

“If you would of told me four hours ago i’d of scored twice on my international debut and ended the night in Paris with you i wouldn’t of believed it”

Alexia held her a bit tighter as they went back into silence, Alexia had something to say but she was incredibly nervous to say it but when she gazed at Mia’s soft smile on her face it came falling out, “I love you Mia”

Mia turned her head to Alexia before her body spun in her arms, she held her face as she kissed her gently, “I love you”

Mia smiled, “Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?”

Alexia laughed gently, “Of course. It’s always been you Mia, from the day i met you. You flipped my world completely and i wouldn’t have it any other way”

[ofnotavillainofmystory]

Tommy was purposely trying to get under Oliver’s skin, he knew the right buttons to push. He knew who to use to see that boil point, but Tommy did like Felicity she wasn’t judging his behavior the amount of alcohol he had consumed, he was trying to sober up in his outing with her. Why? Not to make a good impression that was for sure. Because let’s be honest, Tommy was a hot mess. He was grumpy, he was an alcoholic as of late, he wanted to wipe away the scars. He was angry at the green Arrow, At Oliver for not understanding, for not being honest with him. For him not saving his dad. And now I was an open wound that might scream lash out at every turn. 

It may be a game for me when it came to Felicity, but I also wasn’t stupid. She had that cute dorky side of her going for her. She was witty smart, she had this glow of a smile, that bashfulness about her. But I also saw her heart, which did make me feel guilty slightly for stringing her along into my game with Oliver, boy have I pushed the right buttons now in order to get his stubborn ass over to her apartment, but to indicate she wasn’t my type, to say the hurtful words to her? He was an asshole all on his own. I felt it, my hands rolling into a fist now. I was angry for her, but I also stood back to allow the blonde to handle him, her cute little threat and I watched Oliver closely, his jaw clutched, he wasn’t budging, but he also kept insulting her beauty, and I had to stand up for her; I wasn’t gonna let this brick get the last word. “ Felicity, he can’t talk to you let that, I’m sorry.” I said the words with all the pride I had left. And I stepped forward in front of the blonde. My hands in fist. I was saying sorry apologetically now because of what I was about to do, I stepped forward standing face to face with my former best friend. And I swallowed thickly. “ If Felicity wants me to leave I will, but I believe she asked you do. She may work for you Ollie..” I spat out my words with conviction. “ But you don’t know a good thing when you see it, I want to spent time with her, and I’m sorry that annoys you brother, but Maybe just maybe she sees what you lack, me for the man I want to be around her.” 

And I knew the second I said the words that may sting, he was going to react, he was going to toss me out, I had strength on my side. And he threw the first punch, he came for me I felt his fist hit my cheek forcing me to stumble back slightly. And I didn’t care I was about to fall over, but I tossed a huge punch at his jaw.” Go home Ollie.’ I practically screamed at him as my fist collided with his jaw man it stung, but I was defending Felicity now. And just maybe she’d hate me for it, but I wasn’t gonna allow Ollie to treat her like the way he treated me game or not.

@ofnotavillainofmystory

{Oliver was probably the most stubborn person that I knew. Ridiculous hot… especially when he was fighting crime and doing all of those pull ups on the bar, but still, annoyingly stubborn. Honestly his stubbornness and pride being the source and starting point of a lot of our fights… Today being a prime example of that, when I all but begged him to go and talk to Tommy, yet Oliver refused to. Yeah, yeah, I get that the two of them had a bit of a fight, but Tommy’s father just died, so given that Oliver was one of Tommy’s longest friends, now more than ever, Oliver should be there for Tommy. Nope. Not Oliver though. He told me to butt out, mind my own business, and then he went about his own Arrow, crime-fighting business} Butt out. Bossy, stubborn jerk. Nobody is going to tell me what to do. {I murmured out under my breath in indignance as I stormed out of the lair; making my way upstairs to the club, where I knew Tommy was probably working. Sure, I knew the club wasn’t technically open yet, but that didn’t matter, since Tommy was usually here early to work on inventory and stocking and stuff. As if that thought no sooner came to mind, the private elevator door opened up to the desired floor of the club; pressing the code into the keypad before the secret door opened into one of the storage closets. After a short walk then out of the storage closet and into the club, I found myself briskly walking toward the bar area in search of Tommy. Mind you, I didn’t really know him all that well, so I didn’t have the first clue what I’d say to him once I did approach, but that didn’t matter. He was mourning the loss of his father, so even if I just said, “I’m sorry for your loss,” that’s still better than Oliver annoyingly not saying anything to Tommy at all. I thought to myself matter of factly as I approached the back end of the bar, and then walked around to the front; greeting Tommy with a smile when I noticed him jotting some things down on the clipboard in his hands} Hey, Tommy… I don’t know if you remember me, but we met a couple of times through Oliver. The last time being here on the opening night of your club, which was great, by the way. A raging success, you could say. {I rambled nervously before realizing I wasn’t giving the right details currently, and I needed to remain on topic now} Anyway, not that any of that matters, but I’m Felicity. You probably already remembered that, since we have met a couple of times, but just in case you didn’t remember, that’s my name. {Here we go again. I thought to myself as I continued to ramble} Either way, Oliver told me about your dad, and I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I lost my dad, too. I mean, he didn’t die… More like, left me as a kid, but my point is, I know the sting that can follow. Yours being much worse than mine ever was though, and for that, I am sorry. I just wanted to say that I’m here for you, Tommy… You know, if you need a friend, or anything, I’m here. I’ve been told I can be a good listener, too, so you can always vent or talk to me, if that’s what you want or need. {I rambled on as I eventually perched myself onto one of the bar stools. Possibly prematurely though, since there was a good chance Tommy would send me on my way now, since I was probably getting on his nerves with all of my incessant rambling}

[rainbowresurrection]

2D brain: TMP is sluggish and takes up way too much screentime on visual effects

3D brain: TMP is an acid movie

[jimmyspades]