#or don't! i wrote it because it needed to be out of my head

[hatethysinner]

papa remmick headcanons pleaseee 🥸🥺

ᴘᴀᴘᴀ!ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ ʜᴀɴᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴀ/ɴ: these have been floating around in my head since i saw the movie so it'd be an understatement to say just how excited i am to share them! for simplicity's sake i only wrote about one daughter but let's be real remmick would have like 4. i genuinely have so many more ideas than this so if i get a lot of traction i'm def doing like 5 parts. tried to go in a chronological-ish order! if imagining hot fictional characters as fathers is my favorite pasttime does that make me crazy? i don't do taglists personally, so just follow me if you want to be updated when i post c:

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none, enjoy the cutest vampire mass murderer as the most devoted father in the world! i even made the setting and time period very vague because i absolutely refuse to terrorize this adorable family.

first and foremost, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ could only be a girl dad. it is physically, spiritually, and cosmically impossible for this man to have sons. don't argue with me, argue with the universe.

from the start, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ was incredibly attentive. if his baby girl so much as shifted lightly in her crib, he was already standing over her before you could even stir.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ insisted on skin-to-skin contact at every opportunity. didn't care if he had to stay still for HOURS. and he would too.

“she’s settlin’ her heart,” he'd whisper, “and mine’s the drum she’s gonna know first.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ took her babbling dead seriously. would fold his arms, listen with furrowed brows, and nod as if absorbing the meaning of life.

talked to her constantly. about everything. you'd catch ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ engaging in full-on conversations with an infant.

“this right here’s nutmeg. we don’t touch that, ‘cause it’s strong. like your mama. now this is thyme. it teaches ya patience.” (he was very proud of that joke)

best believe ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ is singing to her if she won't go to sleep. real songs, not lullabies. low and soft. a little off key. a little too slow. and always with her name in the chorus.

if she trips over air, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ's already crouched beside her like a medic on a battlefield.

“where’s it hurt, baby? show me. papa’s got you.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ let her paint his nails. once. now it’s every saturday. sits there dead serious with one hand outstretched and the other holding a towel so she doesn’t drip.

says “gentle, baby” every time she pets a flower, every time she touches your face, every time she hugs his neck. because that’s how ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ taught her. love is gentle.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ never hid his vampiric features at home. she adores them. pokes at his fangs, tugs at his claws, stares into his eyes with not even a hint of fear. because there's no need to.

if she calls for ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ in the night, even once, he’s at her side with a glass of water, a fresh blanket, and at least four “ya okay, sugar?” before he even sits down.

when she gets sick, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ holds her all night with one hand pressed to her forehead and the other on her back like he can make her feel better just by staying still enough.

do not ever ask ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ to discipline his daughter. ten minutes later, you'll find the two of them on the porch swing sharing a pint of ice cream and laughing like nothing happened.

“i talked to her,” he’d say, mouth full of rocky road (🤭). “we came to an understandin’.” they did not.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ is a constant bragger. constant. mentions her name in every single conversation, so avoid casually talking to him at all costs.

“my baby just got straight a’s. first grade, top of her class. can ya believe that?”

does not play when it comes to styling her hair. to learn, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ sat on a little wooden stool for an entire afternoon under the careful eye of mama, focused like it was life of death. now he does them every sunday morning, and always ends with three sweet kisses.

“prettiest girl in the world. prettiest head of curls, too.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ felt left out of not having a bonnet (literally made this :( face) so he wears one too. unironically loves it.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ always needs a picture of his family. first day of school, new dress, vacation, playing in the yard, doesn't matter. wallet’s full of folded photos and his side of the bedroom’s a shrine. framed memories everywhere. his girls, always.

y'all ain't never met a man who throws down in the kitchen more than ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ does. bakes, grills, fries, sautés, and seasons like nobody's business. he's been alive for over a millennium, so half the meals he makes have long been forgotten by the world. and of course he's teaching his baby girl all his skills.

girl ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ runs the pta like it's the navy. absolutely zero tolerance for slackers. despite his authoritarian, almost hivemindlike (🤭) style, every event and fundraiser ends up being a major success

he's never and will never miss a single recital, play, spelling bee, science fair, honor roll ceremony, or any other event involving his baby. ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ will fight his way to the front row if he has to, and records the whole thing with his favorite video camera. every tape is labeled, dated, and stored with care. if the house is too quiet, he'll be watching reruns.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ ends every night the same. “ya know who loves ya?” he asks, real low.

and she says, every time, “you do, papa.”

and he answers, “damn right i do.” with his hand over his heart.

[superbdragoncollection-stuff]

"Admiral..."

the short woman had unusual skin, from her life on Mars, I recall. She's short partly because she was a spacer, fighting aliens around other stars, and astronauts always were on the short side.

She pushes me into my house. "I found you," she growls, and shuts the door. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get around when your quantum PDA doesn't sync to the local internet?" Her hair is short, again for spacesuits. "Now you're going to explain some things to me. How the hell do I get home?"

I open one eye. I had tensed up fearing a punch. "What?"

"My fleet needs me. So write me out, get me home." She glares at me. "Well?"

"I... what? You're not gonna hit me?"

she strikes an imposing figure in her uniform. I had never considered just how cool it looked in real life. And here I am, in my slippers and pajamas. "Not if you do what I ask."

A dozen movies and scenarios run through my head. "Admiral, admiral--"

She moves past me. "Hey, you got anything to eat around here?" She walks into my apartment kitchen and looks around. She opens my pantry. "You blew up earth, its the least you could do." She grabs some chips.

I look at her, scratching my head. "Well, *I* didn't do that. I didn't start the book series, I just took it over."

The admiral looks at me, "Hm?"

"I figured you'd be here to punch me!" I breath. I walk around in disbelief. "Don't you have any questions? Anything you're worried about?"

She looks at the chips, then grabs a soda from the fridge. She pours it into a mug, then pours instant coffee crystals into it. the admiral looks at me without blinking as she immediately sips it. I recall her favorite beverage is alien coffee. Difficult to replicate here, but that looks like a start. That's how I would think at least. So it was in her head. "I'm from another reality, author. What's fiction here is reality there, and vice versa. I just know you're the man i need to see about getting home."

"How'd you get here, anyway?"

"How do you think?"

"Wait," i rub my face, "This was a web novel, how did you even find it?"

"Long story involving the guy who gave me a ride." she shrugged, "He seemed to know me."

"Wait, I have a reader around here...?" I shook my head again. "But...Admiral, I don't think its even possible!"

I trail off as she looks at me. And I understand the force of what I wrote, because I was experiencing it. "Look, this is a complete mess," she said, ever the confident officer, "But you're the author. What you say goes."

"Admiral, I'm not even employed! I don't know how to send you home! I'd need a quantum mirror or a wormhole or something! This is 21st century earth!"

She sips her mug. "I'm here, aren't I? That means I can go back. You're the author. You wrote the story so that means you have some control over it."

"Or its a startling coincidence," I groan.

She sips again. That's my favorite mug. "Or you have a subconscious connection to our reality."

"That sounds like something i would write..."

She gave me a grin. "Exactly. And judging by the shitty way my life is going? You're not one for bad endings. So I have a feeling you'll write your way out in three... two... one..."

You're a successful writer of a rather surreal series, each book putting your protagonist through weirder and wilder situations than the last. As you go to begin work on the next entry you hear a knock at your door; somehow it's your protagonist and they are not happy with you at all!

[georgeclarkeys]

blue eyed bet pt 2 - george clarkey x reader

summary: you deal with the aftermath of finding out your boyfriend asked you out on a bet - 2.3k words

pt 1

i was struggling with this a bit, but the lovely @pretendyoucantseeme helped me brainstorm! so if you were fighting for your life waiting for this, go tell her thank you lololol. anyways this is the longest fic i have ever posted and i was mad when i wrote it so good luck!

hope y'all don't hate it!

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Your head was pounding. After leaving George standing in the doorway of his flat, you called your best friend. She picked you up, and took you home, before letting you cry on her shoulder all night. That was four days ago.

You had been sulking in bed for four whole days. The curtains were drawn, there was an empty tub of ice cream on the nightstand, and you were under a weighted blanket. The lights were off, but the room was being illuminated by the dull light of the television. The scene in your bedroom looked like a cliche painting, depicting heartbreak in its most basic form. George had texted you. Chris had texted you. Both Arthurs had texted you. You could not bring yourself to reply to any of them, especially George, while you could still feel the ache in your chest.

A knock on your door pulled your attention away from the raunchy reality show on the TV. You made no effort to get up. Let them think I’m not home. The knock sounded again, a bit louder this time. Fuck me, you thought, rubbing your puffy eyes. You hauled yourself out of bed and threw on the nearest sweatshirt, not bothering to deal with the birds-nest situation on top of your head. The person at the door knocked again. 

“Fucking shit, I’m coming! Damn!” You yelled out, growing irritated. As your hand touched the door knob, you had a realization and paused.

“If your name is George Clarke, go away,” you spoke to the person through the door.

“My name is not George Clarke,” the unmistakable, muffled voice of Chris Dixon replied.

Cracking the door open in shock, your eyes landed on Chris. He looked tired, you could see it in his eyes and slightly disheveled hair.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned, trying to scrub the crusted tears off your cheeks with your hand. 

“(Y/N), no one has heard from you in four days. You are my friend. I needed to make sure you were at least alive, and I want to talk to you.”

You eyed him warily. He looked sincere, and there was a hint of desperation in his expression.

“Can I come in?” He asked you, gesturing slightly with his hand. 

You didn’t respond, but opened the door wider, allowing him to enter. You followed Chris to the couch, opting to sit in the chair across from him. You folded your hands in your lap and avoided looking directly into his eyes. 

“George doesn’t know I’m here,” he started, before pausing and taking a few minutes to gather his thoughts. “I wanted to explain myself, because you deserve to know what happened that night.”

You peered out the window, and focused on your breathing, “go on.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlocking his hands. His eyes were trained on the ground in shame, “I was not aware that you did not know about the bet. Obviously. I would like to start out by saying that you should have known a long time ago.”

He paused. You couldn’t move if you tried.

“George had noticed you early on, that night,” he continued. “He mentioned something offhand about the beautiful girl across the room, but no one really took him seriously. Arthur noticed when you started staring at George from the bar. Then, you started to leave. George was too shy to chase you down, so I offered him twenty pounds if he could get your number and ask you on a date. (Y/N) I swear on my life it was nothing malicious. We were not making fun of you, and I was not trying to be a dickhead. I was just trying to get my friend to make a move on the woman he had been sneaking glances at all night. I’m not trying to make excuses, what we did was wrong, but we all truly love and care about you. You deserved to know the truth.”

You curled into your chair, tucking your feet under you and placing your fist under your chin. You could feel Chris’s eyes on you but you kept your gaze firmly on the window. Your heart was about to beat out of your chest and your mind was racing with thoughts. 

One thought in particular emerged ahead of the others. Your lips were moving before you had a chance to consider your words.

“How is George?” You blurted out, the first words you had spoken since you sat down with Chris. 

He looked startled for a moment, but composed himself quickly. “He’s, uh, he’s not handling this very well. He misses you… wants to make things right.”

You cut your eyes back to Chris, making eye contact with him. He had given you some things to think about. “Thanks for stopping by, Chris.”

He pressed his lips together in a tight smile and rose out of his chair. You stayed put as he walked to the door, your eyes back on the window. The door squeaked as Chris opened it.

“(Y/N)?” He called, causing you to turn your head towards him, “I hope you know how sorry I am. Truly.”

You nodded as he shut the door behind him, leaving you alone in your thoughts once again.

Eventually, you lumbered back into your room. You were still trying to work through the information that Chris had given you, and pondering if it made a difference at all. Your phone lit up with a notification, grabbing your attention. It was just an email, but it reminded you of all your unread texts.

Picking up your phone, you took a deep breath and willed yourself to open the messages from George.

georgie <3 

Four days ago: 

(Y/N) I am so sorry please let me explain

I am the biggest idiot on the planet

Let me know you’re safe please

Three days ago:

(Y/N) please just tell me you made it home safe

I know you don’t want to talk to me, text Chris or Arthur or someone please I just want to know you’re safe

Two days ago:

I wouldn’t talk to me right now either. I will give you all the space you need. If you want to talk, please text me

You sighed, loudly, and brought your hand up to your mouth to chew on a fingernail. You love George, but was this something you could forgive? He had betrayed your trust in so many ways, and lied to you several times over the course of your relationship. Your mind began to wander, imagining the worst case scenarios. You needed answers: real answers. Answers that you could only get from George. Your fingers were dancing across the screen before you could talk yourself out of it.

send to georgie <3 ?

I want to talk to you. In person. Come to mine?

You pressed send and immediately set your phone face down, trying to control your nerves. He replied less than a minute later.

georgie <3 

I’ll be there in 20

Twenty minutes flew by, mainly due to your panicked cleaning and fretting over your appearance. For the second time that day, a knock sounded at your door. You took a deep breath before opening the door, but nothing could have prepared you for what you saw. 

George’s gorgeous blue eyes were dull, seemingly held up by the dark circles under them. The usually pristine, curly mullet was flat and lifeless. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept since the last time you saw him. In one of his hands he held a bouquet of pink stargazer lilies, your favorite flower. 

George ran his other hand through his hair, ruffling it, “These are for you. They're your favorite, right?” He lifted his arm, offering the bouquet of flowers to you. You blinked at him. He had brought you flowers a million times before, but this felt different, like it was more intentional. 

Your mouth twitched, not a smile but the ghost of one. “Thank you, George,” you spoke softly as you took the flowers out of his hand, “come, sit while I put these in a vase.” He nodded and made his way to the couch, ironically sitting in the exact same spot that Chris had chosen. His eyes lingered on you as you filled a vase with water and delicately placed the lilies inside. No one said a word.

You sat across from him, in the same chair that you did earlier. You were glad he brought you flowers, it gave you a minute to gather your thoughts.

“(Y/N), I-” he started, but you cut him off.

“No. I’m going first,” his eyes widened slightly but you continued. “George, I have never been as angry in my entire life than I am at you right now. I feel like you played me. You lied to me. You betrayed my trust. I’ve spent four days wondering if any of it was real at all.”

His face crumbled at the last sentence, but he did not interrupt you.

“George, I love you. I love you so deeply that there has been a real ache in my chest for four days. That is why I am willing to hear you out. So please, say what you came to say.”

His eyes found yours; melancholic yearning was written on his face. The eyes you loved to get lost in suddenly brought about a simple wariness in your mind.

“The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you,” he choked out, voice cracking with emotion. You longed to reach out and comfort him, but the walls you had built up kept you from moving.

“I am so sorry for not telling you about the bet, (Y/N). I should have told you on our first date, but I didn’t. I chickened out. You were so amazing, and we were having such a good time. I didn’t want to ruin it. Fuck, I should have told you that day.” He ran his fingers through his hair again; he was nervous.

“I don’t know how I can make this up to you, but I will do anything. I will get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness (Y/N).”

Your heart lurched, and a few tears trickled down your cheek, “George, how can I trust you? How can I trust anything you’ve ever said to me?”

He straightens his back, locking his gorgeous blue eyes on your teary ones. “Everything was real, (Y/N). I know you. I know you and I love everything about you. I know that you take your coffee with cream and just a touch of sugar. You write in your journal every morning while you drink it. I know that you love Indian food, but you’ll only buy it from that place down the street because you found out the owners are working to pay for their daughters' schooling.” 

Your tears were flowing freely now.

“I know you love animals,” he continued, “and I would never take you to a zoo unless conservation and rehabilitation were clearly part of their mission, because I know how passionate you are about it. I know that you scrunch your nose when you concentrate, and cry when you’re nervous. Your favorite flowers are pink stargazer lilies, and you only eat tomatoes if they’re in pasta sauce. You love it when I kiss your forehead, and hold your hand in crowded places. Every time you watch a new movie you end up crying because you get attached to the characters. You have so much love in your heart for everyone around you, even people who don’t deserve it, and strangers.”

You were sobbing at this point, feeling the intense emotion in his words. He moved off the couch, falling to his knees at your feet. “May I?” He asked, gesturing at your hands. You said nothing, but nodded your head, giving him permission to grab your hands. He held them softly, like he was scared of breaking you, and resumed his monologue. 

“(Y/N), I know you and I love you. I should have told you about the bet from the start. All I know is that it played no part in the real love I have for you. It stopped being a bet for me as soon as I started talking to you. There is nothing more real than my love for you. Please, give me another chance. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

You squeezed his hands before releasing them. He looked defeated, but only for a moment as you grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. There was no hesitation, he kissed you back immediately. The kiss was full of desperation and longing, like two pieces of a puzzle that had finally been brought back together. As your lips moved against his, you could feel the hot tears begin to slide down his face. 

You pulled back, breaking the kiss. Taking in the tear stained face of the man in front of you, still on his knees at your feet, you knew he meant every word he said. 

“I’m still mad at you,” you whispered, cracking a half-hearted smile, “but I’ll give you another chance, George Clarke. Please don’t break my heart again.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling,” he said back with a sincere smile. For the first time in four days, the stars were shining in his gorgeous blue eyes once again.

[alexiabae]

2024; fc barcelona femení x fem!reader

Summary: the 25/26 campaign for barcelona's squad was the most disastrous until the date. so after the players asked for a new head coach, natalia arroyo brings a new fresh air and new staff team.

Warnings: delicate topics, fluff, very long, a mysterious fb!player x fem!reader romance, slow burn.

Note: I don't know why I wrote this.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

Alexia never thought to use her name for something, and specially to bring someone out of the team. She had many conversations with her teammates, where all of them have her back and support the idea. After discussing it with them, she discussed it in the office to communicate that they aren't happy with the result of this past season. The number of matches they lost made Alexia blush, they lost the league for the first time in a long time, remaining third behind Atlético de Madrid and for the first time in their history, Real Madrid won. It didn't finish there, in the Champions League they almost were out on the group stage, staying second and because Frankfurt's team lost their game. They fell on the quarter final against Bayern Munich, the worst performance that Barcelona's squad played in a long time, the amount of mistakes they have, failing easy passes, miscalculating and not talking about the goals. They didn't score, just received. The players waited for indications that never came, and all they did was remain on the pitch and wait for it to end, apologising later for their performance.

National tournaments were the same, they lost the Supercopa semifinal and at least in La Copa de la Reina they fell in the final, still it hurt.

A team like this fell and no one made a move to prevent it from falling. It angered them, to the point where in one of the last bond nights of the season —over for them from months— they decided to speak up, again. They did it, Alexia alongside Marta and Patri the three captains of the Catalan club, talk about it with the people in charge of their section. They only promised to hold and wait, and keep working hard, like if they stopped from doing it. With their jaws clenched, the three players communicated to the rest the result and after many discussions, they did exactly that.

But not anymore.

That night they explode and decide to write in a paper everything they want to explain to them, starting with the resignation of the head coach of the club. They have enough, it showed in his first season but still they manage to win the league and reach the final of the Champions League, but they all suffer that season. What they didn't know was the start of a decline on the next one.

So after many hours and days of discussion, the three captains come back to the offices and on the heat of the argument, Alexia tiredly, but firm announce that if the situation is keeping like that, she is out of the club.

Marta and Patri look at her surprise, that offer never showed up. Alexia's chest is going wildly, but she made a decision. A risky one, but she can't anymore with the situation, why does she or they need to intervene to change when it's obvious they need it?

She crossed her arms on her chest with a fierce look, a leg moving uncontrollably under the table, her posture on the chair is challenging but she is feeling the opposite.

"Tomorrow I'll give an answer."

Nodding with her head, it's the most they can afford. Alexia isn't waiting for an okay, I'll do it or a dismissal for their part, she wants for them to realise that if they didn't pay attention to the players, there are consequences.

Out of there, Patri smack Alexia's arm repeatedly with an alarming face. Marta asked her for an explanation, but Alexia shrugged and kept walking to the changing room, saying she would explain everything there.

•••

After many reunions, even the president of the club's intervention on their negotiations to make Alexia change her mind and stay at the club, offering a raise of the salary and an extension to prolong her contract, she only put a condition to stay.

Bring a new head coach and I'll stay.

She is firm, the Catalan doesn't want any of their offers, maybe the prolonging of her contract, but what she cares about right now is if she leaves, the club needs to be like before.

So they listen to them, to her and bring a new head coach. They didn't know who would be, but there is a massive step here, they are free from the people who didn't care about them.

The day of the announcement, Claudia sent a link to the group chat;

🚨 FC BARCELONA FEMENÍ

New head coach announcement!

We are delighted to announce to you all who the new head coach is!

Natalia Arroyo is the new in charge of the Condal club, assuming the responsibility to take our girls back to the top again!

The Catalan coach couldn't reject the offer. Natalia has been without training any club since the start of this year, when Aston Villa rescinded the contract. We are very happy to announce this new agreement between the club and Natalia Arroyo, who shows her emotion to come back to coach another Spanish team, the last one was Real Sociedad.

Read more ↓

The group chat was burning, all of them very pleased with the new change and who is. They heard in the past her name being linked with the club.

Sighing relief, they spend their holidays without worry and wanting to come back to training with other expectations.

•••

With other energy on the ambient, Barcelona's players started to approach for the first day of training for the upcoming preseason.

Natalia approaches the changing room after knocking on the door. With a kind smile on her face, she greets them happily. The older players went to greet her with a hug, knowing the woman for a long time and because they coincided with her in the Catalan team. After exchanging some words, the coach instructed them to go to the meeting room.

Alexia is one of the first to walk there, Mapi and Aitana flying behind her. They are commenting on some anecdotes through their summer, their tan skin showing up on the new summer kit training. The hazel eyes of the captain look around once she goes inside, greeting their coach again. She could see a few new faces behind Natalia, sharing the same Barça clothes as them. However someone else catches Alexia's attention, the one a little apart from the small group, behind the desk typing something in a laptop and Natalia is sitting there maintaining a friendly chat with her. It surprised her a little about the appearance of this woman, looking young and another circumstance Alexia would think she is a new player.

Mapi soon points her out in a whisper to them, the defender sits down next to her captain in the first row, Aitana chooses to sit on the second row just behind them.

Soon, the meeting room was getting full and when the players were seated, Natalia closed the door and clapped calling their attention and coming back to learn on the desk looking at them.

"Well, firstly hello!" She leaves a small laugh waving a hand in the air, the players greet her back with cheer on her voice. "I know the major part of this team knows who I am, but I'm going to introduce myself to the ones who didn't. I'm Natalia and like you see, I'm going to be your new head coach. That small group is my staff team, and the second coach is this one," Natalia points with her thumb to the person behind her, who greets them shyly with a soft wave of her hand still standing behind the desk. "I know what you are thinking, she looks around your age after all. Her name is Y/N and very shy, but once she trust you would be your worst nightmare," Natalia gives you a knowing smirk, hearing how some of the players leaves out a chuckle by her comment and your reaction. The coach cleared her throat and again clapped with her hands, her expression turning serious. "Before we start to explain what we want for what's coming, I heard what you did and I'm very proud of you all. This team didn't deserve to be treated the way they treat you, so hopefully we can help to bring some happiness and win things, right?" Some of them have a playful expression on their faces, others join Natalia to tease a little about the last comment, making the room laugh. Then, they proceeded to explain what would happen in the next few weeks, the upcoming friendly matches and the Champions Leagues' ones.

"No need to be ashamed of it, girls. Sometimes things like that happen and you still have the opportunity to be classified and I'm sure this team would be in the Champions League this season. So please, leave out the negative thoughts and let's go to training!" Natalia walked out from the desk, going to open the door and remained there while the players started to go out.

That first day feels the best in a long time. The training is fluid, laughs filled the pitch and the competitiveness is showing up. Alexia notices you taking notes in a small notebook behind Natalia, eyes on them and scribbling there in a concentrated face, she feels a little curious. On the break to have lunch, your name approaches between them, curiosity showing their tones and trying to guess your personality, not always you have someone young to be a coach or this case, second in charge.

Ingrid is the first one who approached you, the Norwegian coincidence with you when she was to pick her food, you are standing there picking food for yourself. Friendly, Ingrid compliments your hair and gives you a small smile when you thank her shyly, moving aside to leave her some space. Once the tall brunette goes to the table where Mapi is awaiting her after the wave with a hand for her to go there, she shrugs with a smile the moment her girlfriend asks her about what you talked about.

However, the next day they would find you a little more involved with them. After they warm up, Natalia announces they will play a small match between them, she and you would choose two teams.

With their curiosity on, Natalia says Alexia's name first. They all look at you, gripping your notebook between your hands, you muttered Jana's name. A small surprise is showing on their faces, even the own player walking to your side, usually when they pick, the defenders are left out until the end, at least you are very good in that position. Natalia chose Salma, you choose Ingrid. They give their six names to form their teams, the ones who have not been named walked to the shadow and commented on what would happen.

You walked towards the team you form picking up the bib and passing it to them to put it on. Once they are ready, you put yourself in front of them.

"The only thing I want from you, is to keep the ball." You say simple, ignoring the weird looks they are giving you. "I don't want you to score and I don't mind if they score you, just try to keep the ball the most you can." You inform them, they nod slowly. "And Jana, you are the captain." You give her a lipped smile and walk out of the pitch, indicating that everything is said and they walk to their positions.

Unsure, they were positioned in their natural positions since you didn't say anything to them about how they should be lined up. Under the goal is Ellie, in the defensive line are Ona, Ingrid, Jana and Esmee, Aitana in the midfield and Kika up alone. Natalia walked next to you and asked if everyone was ready, then she whistled and the little match started.

Your team is struggling for the command you made, it's not like they are doing it on purpose it's just after two touches, they have someone behind and kicks the ball out of their feet. Two goals after, Jana thinks she is understanding what is happening, so she passed the ball to Ingrid and this one passed it to her again. She passed it to Ellie and once again the ball landed on her feet, good three touches and the ball is still on their side. Risking, she passes the ball to Esmee who is to her right. The Dutch pass it quickly to Aitana when Alexia chases her, the brunette grazes her booth enough to pass it to Ona. They are like that for a while, the game is getting heated by the moment but they are with the ball.

Then, Aitana lost the ball and again they entered the spiral from the start. Alexia's team scored again, her face shows confusion for the strategy your team has but remains quiet, seeing you and Natalia share some words with hands on your mouths.

It worsened because every time they passed the ball to Aitana, this one lost it. The frustration is showing on the midfielder, who soon scowled in your direction but didn't say anything. Jana had enough and approached her teammate, saying with a firm tone what she needs to do. She saw how Aitana clenched her jaw but nodded in her direction, going to chase the opponent.

When Aitana snatched the ball from Ewa, she passed it to Kika, feeling a little better with herself. They are keeping the ball for the second time with long passes, the ball going out when it collides with Salma's foot.

"I'm going to change the line!" You raise your voice from your position, making the teams look at you while you keep looking at your notebook while you keep scribbling. "The defensive line up! Kika in the midfield and Aitana defending."

They all look at you stunned, searching Natalia's eyes for an explanation after a few seconds, but the coach shrugged and kept her arms crossed. Biting the inside of her cheek, Aitana wipes the sweat off her forehead with the bib and walks near the box while the defenders jog up.

Surprisingly, the defensive line keeps the ball between them good. Aitana's senses are high, focusing on every pass and going to help Kika. However the moment the other team has the ball, she is struggling with Salma, who is winning her every battle they are having. Aitana is fuming at that point, still she remains quiet.

The next time Salma scored, you indicate for Esmee to accompany Aitana, leaving the defensive line with three defenders.

Jana started to yell command to her team, giving encouraging words to Aitana every time she failed. It's been awhile since she understood the strategy you gave them, but it seems Aitana still couldn't figure it out. It's mostly for the defensive line exercise, that's why you choose mostly those players. However Kika is not struggling like Aitana, she seems very focused and barely has any mistakes to keep the ball between her feet.

"A break!" Natalia whistles, the rest of the players approach to give them bottles to hydrate. "Now, we are changing sides and this team is with me now." She points to the team you made, Aitana almost leaves a content sigh when she hears her, Mapi elbowed her side but the brunette rolled her eyes and kept sipping from the bottle.

Ten minutes later, you ignore the frown in Alexia's face and give the strategy. "I want you all to hold this." You approached them and gave Claudia a rugby ball. "Every time you give a pass, you need to throw it to the person you passed." You instructed, looking at them briefly. "Ah, I would like to change the captain, if that's okay with you." She looks at Alexia, who slowly nods with her head with a look that says everything. "I want Cata to be the captain."

Now, it's the other team who take the lead. Aitana seems more comfortable and it's playing like herself, finding Kika, Ona and Esmee easily. Alexia flinches with every minute passing, throwing at your way an annoying look when they lose the ball. The only ones comfortable are Salma, Claudia and Cata. Irene, Alexia and Frido are struggling.

"Why do we need to do it?" Alexia snapped throwing the rugby ball to the ground, stepping towards you for an explanation.

Irene puts a hand on her shoulder, whispering her name.

"I like this." Claudia comments, the small smile on her face washing out when Alexia gives her a look.

You look at her impassive, playing with the pen in your fingers. "Because I said it." You say softly, a hint of firmness in your voice.

Alexia's frown deepened, not liking your answer. Claudia paints a smirk, winking in your direction before she walks to pick a bottle to drink. The blonde looks at Natalia, but she remains quiet and gives a lipped smile to the midfielder. Irene brings her back to the pitch, not having the same problem with the rugby ball even if she is struggling like her.

Mapi and Patri make a bet for how long it would take Alexia to snap again.

•••

The next day Alexia and Aitana give you a frown when they see you, the contrary that Ingrid, who approaches you with a content face and makes conversation with you.

When Natalia announces to them that you would be in charge of the next exercise, the midfielders are relieved when they aren't chosen for this one.

"I want you to play the ball in short." She says shortly, looking at Mapi and Irene. They nod, seeing how you call for Kika and Ewa to attack them. "It's the only thing I want, okay? If some of them touch the ball, you start again until you make it."

Nodding, Cata gives the ball to Mapi to put it in play. There is a mannequin pretending to be the player who would receive the ball, Mapi and Irene need to find the right pass to do. But it isn't happening, Kika and Ewa are blocking Mapi perfectly when she tries to play. You can see the frustration forming on Mapi's face, so you stop the exercise.

"Kika and Ewa, leave her to come out." You instruct when you put the mannequin in another position. Then, you approach the two forwards and whisper what they are going to do. Nodding with their heads, they put themselves in the midfield.

With expectation, you indicate to Mapi to start. The Aragonese jog with the ball, Irene staying behind to defend. Kika is letting Mapi approach the midfield area, frowning a little the defender keeps her eyes on the players and thinks fast to give the pass. Out of nowhere, you yell to Frido to put like full back and help Mapi to create a play. Then, the moment Mapi gives a pass to the Swedish player Kika throws herself to the pitch and cuts the pass, running for the ball and passing it to Ewa.

They are like that for a few minutes, until Mapi yells angrily at herself. You stopped the exercise and put yourself next to the Portuguese forward, who has the ball under her foot. You patted her shoulder and whispered a good job only for her to hear, Kika nods with a small smile, content to hear the compliment.

"Don't you see it?" You ask calmly while you step towards Mapi, whose breath becomes agitated by the previous exercise. The defender has a frown, with an irritated gaze she looks down briefly, her eyes half closed for the sun shining on her face. "You don't know how to keep the ball when they do that." You look at Frido too, the Swedish has both hands on the sides of her waist and biting her lower lip. Your voice didn't sound mad, it's calm. "It's where you failed more last season."

Mapi clenched her jaw, her breathing becoming normal. She sees you how you ask Kika for the ball and then, you walk towards her with it in your hands.

"It's weird to see something you know to do and fail constantly." You point to Mapi to follow you and walk to the box, leaving the ball there. "You two are the weak side of the team when you play in short." Mapi bites the inside of the cheek, flinching when she hears you. Frido lowered her head, weakly nodding towards your words. "And they knew it. Come here Mapi."

The defender walks towards you with heavy steps, behind the ball. "They are letting you play while covering the pass you would give to the midfielders, so the only pass you would give is the wings back or move the ball back. It's what they want and then, they press in both ways." You pause, the attention of the whole team on your explanation. "They want you to forget the strong side for them. How many times Graham is alone and you didn't see her?" At this mention, Mapi plays with her tongue and doesn't say anything, just shrug. "They don't want you to play to that side and they are successful. So will start to work, okay? You need to know where your players are, they always will be there. Put it." You tend to Mapi a black blindfold, the defender picks it up from your hands, doubting about it.

When Mapi has the blindfold on, you instruct her what to do. You walk to the sidelines and ask for some of them to go to the pitch. Once everything is settled, you put behind Alexia and you whistle, seeing Mapi kick the ball in your direction but fail for a few meters to her right. When you whistle again, this time Mapi gives a good pass, Alexia catching the ball easily with her foot. You clap at her and indicate she made it, Mapi shouts at you if she can do it again.

A few minutes like that, you order at Mapi to pull off the blindfold and do it with the exercise before.

You jog towards Mapi and raise her head to the level you wanted. "Focus on your teammates, when they pressed you to give large passes or when they leave you jogging with the ball, you need to know where your teammates are."

Mapi nods, with a different restore inside of her, she is determined to learn the mistake and perfection it. You whistle and Mapi jog with the ball, quickly taking a look at her teammates in time when Claudia comes to attack her, she passes the ball to the other side, to Esmee. The Aragonese started to be motivated and asked to do it again and again and again until Natalia indicates that it is enough, making Mapi pouts a little in her direction.

Taking their breath, you sit down on the ball in front of them. This action called their interest, turning their bodies to pay you their full attention. "I want to have a little chat about something I think is important." You start, hands intertwining while you take a look at them. "It's about Turin," you name it carefully, noticing the change on some faces when they hear you. "We need to work on that, it's not possible until today you still have struggled with it and when you lose, the first thing in your mind is “like Turin”, because it's not." You say firm, but there is gentleness in your voice. "You need to take away the expectation, the favouritism, the things that make you all don't believe. The fear of making people support you wastes their money on you." The last comment hurts more than they want to admit, you can feel it on their faces. "They support your team and support you, no one is asking them to travel or come to every match, they care about you, keep that in mind." You finished, standing up with the silence formed for your words. "And Natalia wants to remind you that we have a vacancy for the third captain, Aitana and Mapi are the chosen ones. Good luck choosing." This comment brings back the calm and teasing laugh, a different perspective where the air felt lighter.

That day Alexia has more respect for you, even if she still couldn't understand the exercise you put on the last day.

•••

The third day, the team gathered in the meeting room. Natalia is giving indications of the opposing team they will face next week. While the coach was talking, you approached them with books in your arms, giving one to every player.

"There is everything about the rival team, I add the opponents in the Champions League too. Please, what I gave save it for the next ones. The pages are recycled, for if you want to know..." You explain when Natalia stopped talking, walking back next to her.

Alexia opened the black cover, a photocopy with a neat letter very detailed, greeting her. Soft whispers start to be heard when they open it too, the midfielder sees small tips about the rival, a column with different colours with their own names, and a lot more that leave Alexia very perplexed.

"Alexia made you do this?" Mapi asks loudly, making some of them laugh while Alexia blushes and hiss her name, giving her friend a look.

You chuckle softly, blushing too. You shake your head, commenting that you like the details that nobody pays attention to.

"You need to study every page about this team." You add, pointing to Mapi with her finger in a teasing way.

"I wish it was like this when I needed to study in high school..." Mapi comments, going through the pages and seeing photos, underlined lines in different colours, links and many more.

"Agree." Claudia mutters next to her, some humming agreeing with both of them.

Natalia winks in your direction, patting your arm friendly.

"Did you write it?" Ingrid asks, raising a hand in the air. You nod, making her look at you impressed. She didn't know how to feel, but she felt appreciated by your efforts. "Thank you."

You give her a small smile.

Natalia cleared her throat and brought the attention towards her again, starting to explain what they would do after the meeting was over.

After training, Natalia suggests doing a little game that you would explain. They gathered around you two, some of them with bottles on their hands or with their arms crossed waiting for you to explain.

"It's simple, you are going to put on a blindfold," you show it in the air for them to watch. "and your teammate would help you to shoot the ball to the goal. Like you could see, we put obstacles for the one who has this on." You point with a hand the places where the obstacles are scattered. "Alexia, you are first." You give a quick look to your notebook, giving a lipped smile to the captain.

Alexia steps towards you and picks the blindfold, a small frown on her features. You call Jana, instructing her that she would be the one in charge to guide her blinded teammate. Once Alexia covers her eyes, she waits for you to start. However, she couldn't hide her surprise expression when she felt a warm touch wrapping her left hand.

They need to do it like that.

They jogged together, the soft indication in Jana's voice came two seconds later. Alexia turns to the right with the ball glued on her foot, Natalia's voice indicating that they need to do it faster. In a strong grip, Alexia does what Jana is telling her, leading the way. After sorting the penultimate obstacle, Jana guides her to the left and yells at her to shoot the ball. Alexia could hear how it hit the crossbar, but a soft palm on her shoulder and the victorious voices of her teammates tell her that she scored.

The Catalan pulls the blindfold off and high five with Jana, who gives her a wide smile. She sees how the ball ran out of the goal, still Alexia scored and didn't trip on her way there.

The next ones are Patri and Vicky.

"I put you with her because you wouldn't be mad." You explain shyly to Alexia when she approaches the group, making her laugh quietly while shaking her head slowly.

"And you are right. You put me with someone else and if I fail, it's for their fault." Alexia comments back, a teasing smile remaining on her lips watching how Patri trips with the mannequin because Vicky pushes her softly, the whole group starts to laugh and Patri protests to do it again and with someone else, giving a bad look to the young player who didn't see guilty for what she did.

•••

"Euskal Herritik?" Irene asks loudly after the last meeting, she is sitting on the chair with her arms crossed.

You turn to look at her. "Guipuzkoa." You say, mirroring her smile.

"Finally someone from the same place." Irene comments, making some of them chuckle. She raised her hand in the air, you step towards her way and accept the gesture. "I'm tired of the Catalan surrounding this team..." She smirked widely when the Catalans complained, rolling her eyes when Claudia tells her that she is in a Catalan team and what she is waiting to be the players there.

They have the last training before the friendly match they have tomorrow. Natalia makes them gather around her while she tells her first line up for the upcoming match.

"And Aitana will be the third captain, Mapi let me know that she prefers Aitana to be the captain." Natalia finishes, dismissing them.

What they didn't know is that, later you give Natalia your own line up. A line up that makes Natalia smile reading the small comments you put under their names to be starting tomorrow. She comments on you to give her earlier, but congratulate you for having a different line up.

If Alexia needs to explain who they see themselves in that friendly match, it's wonderful. She feels like they are coming back to their roots, to where they belong and it inspired her confidence. Natalia took her out in the second half to give the youngest players minutes, she sees you sitting writing furiously in your inseparable notebook, sometimes standing up and walking to Natalia to share a comment. It's been awhile since Alexia saw someone with that emotion for what they are doing, and watching you doing them, makes Alexia feel proud. She barely knows you, but she senses that you care about what you are doing.

They won by three goals.

The next day after recovery time, Natalia ordered them to accompany her to the pitch. When they are approaching, they see you there sitting in a ball waiting for them.

"We are practicing penalties." Natalia says when they gather around you. "Y/N is in charge of this exercise, so when you want. They all are yours." She smiled, stepping aside and walking behind the group.

Clearing your throat, you instructed them to step out of the box. With the ball in your hands, you call Alexia's name.

"I'm sorry to always start with you." You say when she steps towards you.

Alexia dismissed it, reassuring you that she prefers it that way.

"Okay. Please Cata, go to the goal." You ask gently, putting the ball on the white dot. "Don't shoot until I tell you." You see how Alexia nods, unaware of what you have in mind.

You walk towards Natalia and grab her wrist, stepping a few centimetres away from Alexia. You lean and whisper only for Natalia to hear what you are going to do, when she nods, you cross your arms and fix your eyes on the player.

"Do you think she can score?" You comment in a low voice, but enough for Alexia to hear. After seeing Alexia's eyebrow twitch, you look at Natalia. "What if she misses it?"

Alexia bites the inside of her cheek, removing her gaze from you. The hands on her hip tighten, hearing Natalia comments back at you.

"We can change the one to shoot the penalty." Natalia says back, shrugging.

Alexia could feel you approaching, only looking at you when she notices her eyes on her. She raises an eyebrow, her jaw very tight for what she heard. The midfielder is getting annoyed by the seconds you keep looking at her, the whisper behind her didn't help.

"Shoot." You simply say, stepping aside.

Cata puts on position, eyes focusing on her teammate and tries to guess the possibilities she has to stop the ball. However, she didn't need to move from the spot because Alexia missed it.

Biting her lip hard, Alexia lowered her head. She didn't want to look at you, not after what happened. You bring a hand briefly on her shoulder to bring her attention towards you, but she didn't look at you, still you know you have her attention.

"What bothers you more? The comments or that I stayed looking at you?" Her hazel eyes were raised from her shoes and fixed in you. Alexia processed what you questioned her, and after meditating she whispered the truth.

"Both, mainly the staring part." Alexia whispered, licking her lips.

You nod, putting in front of Alexia. "Close your eyes." You gently whisper. The captain thinks of paying you attention, but she does it. "Now, think in your family. Your friends, your mother..." Alexia is not understanding the sense of this, but once again she obligated herself and scratched her mind for moments with them. "Think on the dumbest but meaningful detail that brings you happiness, that every moment it shows in your head, you smile." In her mind came immediately one, the one she treasured for herself on her lowest moments or when she values what she archived. Blinking weakly, Alexia's eyes become watery and nod with her head towards you. "Got it? Okay, take another try." You give her a lipped smile and quickly, you step towards Cata to whisper something and pick the ball up on your way back, positioning it for Alexia.

If the occasion was different, the Catalan would put the ball like she wanted, but not now. She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath, opening them with the memory in her mind. Alexia makes a run and shoots the ball hard to the right corner, smiling proudly when the sound of the net resounds around them.

No one says anything, maybe because you told them to make any sound. You ask her if she wants to try again and Alexia nods, doing the exact same thing you instructed, this time her teammates cheer loudly when she scores.

You pat her shoulder friendly and tell her to come back with them. With the ball under your foot, you see how Alexia is being cuddled by them. "Before we continue with this, I want to clarify some things." You start when they bring their attention to you again. "I'm going to bring up some topics that I think would hurt you or it stings. I'm not a psychologist, so please, you are free to not answer me or tell me that you don't prefer to share it here with us, but keep it in mind. We want to help you, and we have a phenomenal psychologist that would gladly help you."

After a pause, you keep talking. "I'm going to bring topics from clubs like national teams too. What I did with your teammate is what I think she struggles when she needs to take a penalty, I try my best to help you to take penalties without your mind interfering. Salma, you are next sorry."

Some of them chuckle, Salma stepping towards you with a lipped smile and positioning next to you. She put both hands behind her back, brown eyes focusing on you.

"Do you feel like you are the best of the team?" You ask, not in a provoking tone or trying to mock her, it's just a calm question.

Salma frowns and shakes her head. "No." She answers you immediately.

Licking your lips, you nod with your head for the answer. "Well, I do think that you are one of the best. A player that —collectively— won almost everything. How old are you?"

You see how the striker blushes. "I'm 22." She clears her throat, tilting her head in your direction.

"It's not bad if you believe you are a good player, Salma. You archived a lot for a young age and it's so admirable." You comment, your voice sounding sincere. Salma keeps smiling, muttering a thank you to your way. "Do you feel pressed against Brazil's match?"

That question takes her off-guard, the air changes around them with that one. Salma looks briefly behind her shoulder and sees some of her teammates uncomfortable. Looking at you back, the brunette nods.

"I did." Salma confess. It isn't necessary for you to explain which match you are recalling, they vividly remember that fateful match.

"Even if there were ten more players, you felt alone?" You questioned, Salma below her head and nod. "They leave a young player to save them." Your comment makes Salma bite the inside of her cheek hard. "If you score, you were an amazing player and the saviour but if you lose..." You trailed off, walking slowly in circles. "Do you want to take the penalty?" You ask casually, leaving the conversation aside and like nothing suggesting that.

Salma raised her head and alternated her gaze between you and the ball. She nods, but she is afraid it looks like an unsure gesture. Taking a breath, she waits for you. You whistle and Salma takes a run, missing massively the shot. She feels embarrassed, the ball didn't reach the goal and got lost to the other empty pitch.

There is silence, and somehow Salma feels it is worse than any fun comment.

"No need to be embarrassed about it." You approach Salma, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Once again, I'm not a psychologist, I'm going to repeat it many times because it's the truth. Do you know because I chose Alexia first?" You ask her, Salma shakes her head. "Because I know what she fears or I least, an intuition about what it is. Alexia feels uncomfortable when people fix their eyes on her, I only spent one minute looking at her and I'm sure she felt like an eternity, maybe that same people would say that she would be used to this type of thing, and the truth is that she is human. About the comments... They wouldn't hurt more than what you tell yourself." You pause, looking through the group. "Why did she score when I calm her? Because she holds onto a memory that makes her happy. She has been criticized for the recent penalties she took in charge and I know she practiced them, and I know that after this training Alexia would practice them but in a different manner that maybe make it work when in a match, she takes a penalty." You explain the best you could, eyes only on Salma. "Close your eyes."

Salma does what you said, feeling a shadow in front of her. After a pause, you talk again. "Sea or mountain?"

"Sea." Salma says immediately, not understanding why you ask but didn't question anything.

"Of course, my bad." You see how Salma relaxes her features, a soft small smile on her lips. You type something in your phone and curse yourself when a spot approaches when you press on the relaxing sound. "Okay, listen to it." You put the phone close to her ear, the soft sound of the waves is the only noise around you. You are like that for a few minutes until another spot show and some snort were heard. "I want you to pretend that you are on the shoreline, and your problems stay there. You would resolve them at the right time, you would fall and stand up or just keep walking because you are strong. If you miss a penalty, that's okay. You would come back. You know how long it takes when the referee whistles for it, in that time your mind puts you in the worse place sometimes. When it happens, you close your eyes and think about anything that calms you. Your family, friends, your teammates, when Patri trips because she is awkward..." A soft hey was heard behind Salma, you see how the tall brunette slipped a wide smile. "Think about the exercise I put in the other day, when you were blindfolded and your teammate guided you. They have your back, Salma. Remember that always." You finished saying, not removing the phone from her ear. She keeps her eyes closed and maintained like that until she feels ready, there are emotions in her eyes when she opens them.

When she nods, you save your phone in your pocket and nod towards Cata, smiling when Salma shoots the ball inside of the goal in an unstoppable way.

Clapping, Salma repeats the penalty and comes back with the group.

You decide to light the mood a little, Natalia winking in your direction when you meet her eyes. Walking towards them, you put a hand above Claudia's head and start to make a sound with your mouth, walking slowly while you keep your hand up and pass their heads. You decide to stop between Kika and Vicky, the sound you are making intensifying between these two until you leave your hand above Kika's head.

Kika pushes Vicky jokingly when this one mocks her, the Portuguese stepping towards the box.

"Don't worry, Cata. You are going to do it too, but another day." You point towards the goal, seeing a smirk from the Balear towards your direction with a thumbs up. "Can I call you Kikinha?" You ask her, your Basque accent showing up. Kika giggles but nods with her head. "How are you?"

"I'm good. And you?" Kika asks back, her smile never fading.

"I'm good, thanks." You sit down on the ball and write something in the paper, looking up to see Kika looking down at you from where she is standing. "How many times do you smile when you say you are good, but in reality you aren't feeling good?" With that, Kika changes her gesture, the smile going out slowly. She clears her throat and shrugs, but never removes her eyes from you. "And when your injury removed you from the pitch out of the season and made you lose the Euros?"

It's there when Kika moves on the spot uncomfortable, hands behind her back and eyes looking behind you. "Many times." She says after a few minutes, the voice sounds small and hurt.

"Do you think you deserve that injury?" Ask that make you feel a little uncomfortable, but you promised yourself to give her a big hug and an apology. Kika shakes her head, tilting her head when she looks at you again. "I think you deserve it." Kika's eyes look at you very hurt, even if you aren't looking at the rest of the team, you feel how they are holding their breath and the death glares you are receiving from some of them. "It makes you stronger, a reason to come back and show us what you are capable of doing. To win with them the Champions League while you are playing and not watching from the stands, to be grateful to them for being there in your lowest moments, for the anecdotes created and for many other reasons. I know there are many tears for that injury, it's the worst for a player. I wish you didn't go through it, but embrace that experience and learn. You can do that and many more, Kika. I'm sure you are going to win everything you propose, you would go to the Euros, win the Champions League, go to the World Cup, win the league —again— and be the top scorer. I know you would do it. But embrace that scar, forgive it and move on. You are a player that could handle that and more. Keep fighting."

Some tears slipped from her eyes, Kika took both hands to her cheeks and wiped them. You stand up and walk towards her, giving a hug to reassure her that it's okay. You whisper an apology, Kika smiles again and shakes her head dismissing it, hugging you back.

"You know what to do?" You ask her when you are separated, pointing to the ball.

Kika nods and after taking a breath, you whistle when you see she is ready and Kika hides the ball inside of the goal, letting out a scream for that. You laugh quietly when she jumps on your back, throwing her fist in the air looking at their teammates.

"There are two left... And I'm selfishly right now and I'm going to call Ingrid." You let them know when Kika joins them, the Norwegian walks next to you with some surprise on her face. Mapi comments loudly to you to be careful, you give her a thumbs up while Ingrid gives a warning look. "Do you want to know what I said to Natalia about you?" Ingrid nods her head unsure, sharing a look with the coach and looking you back. "If you aren't going to count on her, do us a favour and transfer her." You know what those words sound out loud, the change in her facial expression is enough for you to clarify. "Because it would piss me off if this player didn't play what she deserves." You add, now seeing how Ingrid leaves out a nervous laugh, a soft blush on her cheeks. "It's true Ingrid, you are a good player and you are benched. You show us what you are capable of for a long time... Still, it amazes me that you remain here. I don't judge your reasons... but you deserve to be playing and not being bench, like other teammates you have."

Ingrid is speechless, not finding words to say out loud. She looks at her hands, it's been awhile —not counting her teammates or family— that someone reassures her potential.

"Personally I like it more when you play like a defender, what a discovery." You comment, not wasting time to let her know. "The team that has you, would gain an amazing and kind player, who cares about the people around her, make them feel be seen and don't let anyone alone. Want to try it?" You finished.

The tall brunette nods a few seconds later, recovering from the words you say. After she scores, she approaches you and kindly gives you a hug, squeezing your arm when she separated.

"And the last one... Who wants to be treated badly for me?" You ask loudly, making them laugh but no one makes a move. You wandered through them and walked straight towards Irene, the veteran player rolled her eyes but followed you. "I know you want to kick my ass."

Irene smirks, not denying your comment. You felt her gaze on you the entire time you shared with the young players.

"How angry you get at me when I tell those things?" You ask, tilting your head.

The defender snorts quietly, hands behind her back. "You resolved it very well, but I almost jumped up a few times." She honestly says, her answer makes you nod with your head and smile.

You don't wait for another reaction from her.

"How old were you when they didn't count anymore with Veronica Boquete?" You ask carefully, witnessing the surprise approaching on her face. The tall defender doesn't seem uncomfortable, maybe because the last thing she waited for was for you to ask that. "You can't answer me if you think it's personal." You let her know, reminding that it's not obligatory.

Irene swallows, looking at some of her teammates and shaking her head, she tells you that it's okay.

"It happened in 2017... I was 26 years old." Irene thinks loudly.

You make a pause, thinking what you would say next. You throw the paper alongside the pen to the pitch and step in front of her, you can see she finds some relief when you hide part of the sun hitting her figure.

"It surprised me that you live every scandal that happens in the national team... And it makes me realise that you have always been taking care of the youngest players." When you start, you try your best to be careful with your tone of voice, after all it's a hard and delicate topic. "You were that young but neither was that old... But you stay and people like Alexia —sorry!—" you interrupt yourself to bring Alexia's name again, the captain shakes her head softly, features relaxing when she meets your face. "like many other younger players, you don't want to leave them because you know what happened there. Then, —I'm not going to name him— once again it's happening, different things but still it is a strong situation that makes you stay to fight for, but mainly to protect the younger players. Because you know you couldn't live with you if you stop going to the national team and leave them around bad people. So when everything explodes, before the World Cup, you decide to receive every hit coming your way and letting them call you a niñata and many more bad words for speak up and ask for your right. You risked not going to the —possible— your last World Cup."

The tall defender shifted her posture, her jaw is clenched when you finished speaking. You guess she is someone who hides very well her feelings, but one looks to her eyes and you notice the pain on them.

"What happens if..." You take a look to see a young player to name. "Jana for example, experienced everything you lived with her age? She is younger than you when the first scandal happened. Imagine that there is no one who cares, then someone like Vero comes and they stop convocating her because she raised her voice. Jana is alone. What is the first thing that came to your mind?"

You see how Irene turns her hands into a fist, now both arms falling to her sides. She takes a long look behind her, you didn't look but assume she is looking at Jana.

Then, Irene turns to look at you slowly. "Then, they ruined someone innocent and kind." Her voice is lower, but everyone there could hear her clearly.

You leave the silence envelope for a few minutes.

"I'm glad they have you, Irene. Someone who cares about them, no matter the age they are, you would always check on them. They have you. But... Who cares about you? Who looks for you like you do with them?"

Your last two questions make her remain quiet, her breath stuck on her throat and she gives a weak shrug. She knows that she has people who look for her, but right now she feels lost.

"I do." Alexia breaks the silence, voice firm.

You smile. It's what you are waiting for. You wanted Irene to hear it from the people she trusts.

"Me too." Aitana and Mapi say at the same time.

It is followed by the rest of them.

Irene smiles weakly, an appreciative one.

"Jana, can you come here please?" The young player walks towards you, not without giving Irene a short hug, who chuckles quietly and rubs her head affectionately. You guide Jana in front of Irene and put both hands on her shoulders, your head showing behind her. "Imagine she is your young version. What would you tell yourself?" After saying that, you remove yourself from there and give them some space.

"A shorty version!" Claudia interjects, making them laugh, gaining herself a mock reply from Jana.

After a moment, Irene takes a breath and closes her eyes. Opening them, Irene cleared her throat and started to speak. "I'm not good at this, but I'll try." She pauses. "I want to tell you that the journey is beautiful, but also hard. You would love everything that happens in your career, every person you will meet, every friend that until today they are supporting you... You are strong, but it didn't mean that it wouldn't hurt you. Sometimes you will wish to change things, things that you innocently would fight for and they wouldn't listen to you. But then, you wouldn't look so crazy when someone else joined you. They will help you, just like you will help them. Win didn't mean you will be unharmed. Still, me and you know that we wouldn't change our journey and live all of this over again if it means changes. Changes for your teammates, for the ones who would come in the future, for the one who is watching us and be a referent because now, they have a female football player to watch and be like us... I'm proud of you."

You blink a few times and start to clap, the others following you and joining on the hug when Jana throws to Irene's arms.

"I thought you would teach them how to take penalties." Natalia came to your side, laughing quietly next to you. You shake your head, smiling for her teasing comment. She is aware of what would happen here, you comment in a reunion with her and she agrees. You didn't know why. "Okay! You all can leave now, see you tomorrow!"

•••

The first match of the Champions League was in the city's rival, the atmosphere was charged with new energy and hopes.

After what happened with the penalties session, the players brought it to comment on what happened there. They all agree on something, you are someone very different from all the coaches they had. Aitana listened to them in silence in the changing room, the loud voices giving their opinion on you. She listens to Kika say happily that she likes you, some of them agreeing with the Portuguese. Alexia was like her, changing her training clothes and listening to them quietly. Aitana could have a few different opinions, but she agrees that your words have a meaning, and maybe the method is what she didn't like too much, but the result? It's amazing. She saw herself hiding behind her teammates every moment you chose someone to... Heal? She didn't know how to classify that session, but somehow listened to how you cared, it's impressive.

After that, they didn't have another exercise where you led them. They focused on the opposing team, studying the pages you put effort making them. The players seem very interested in sharing the tips you gave, the comment below to the name's player, some tactics that would work with a possible connection. However, during the training you approached Frido and remained by her side, sometimes they found out you were keeping training after Natalia put an end.

They won the match by seven goals, and even mathematically they are going to pass, they didn't take for granted and keep their minds that everything could happen and they are going to do all the possible to win on the second leg.

Ingrid seems very excited to go training, the start of this preseason feels very different and welcoming. She played the last game the whole second half and felt very happy for how she played. The day of recovery after that match, you approached the group in the meeting room when you gave them the new pages to study. Natalia clapped her hands to call their attention and ask to have their attention on you, who wanted to explain something.

"I have been thinking about doing this and after commenting on it with Natalia, I would like to communicate with you mostly because if you all agree, I need to prepare it with time." You start, walking to the desk. You throw the pen there and walk to be in the middle. "Since this weekend we are free of playing matches, I thought to do a gincana. Would you like it?"

There is an immediate reply, they all cheered and yelled an affirmative. Well, all of them no. Alexia seems content by it but it's not buzzing like the major part of the team, Aitana for once her loudness is quiet but the idea sounds good to her and then, Caro seems chill about it like Ewa and Esmee.

"There would be a reward at the end. I will explain everything there, okay?" You inform them, when they hear the reward word, the room becomes wild.

Irene seems very happy to do the obstacle course when the day arrives. She makes a bet with Patri and Mapi on who will win from all of them. Alexia seems excited too, her competitive side showing on the bus ride to the place.

The morning went like total chaos, but it was filled with laughs. The moment they do the teams, the staff members leave it to you and Natalia. So you decided to write their names and chose the one you read out loud. The competitiveness is getting high with every new obstacle, when some of them win they show it on their faces.

When it is over, you call for their attention. "I asked them to hide letters around this place. So in pairs, we will search for them. Hear me out, please! You only need to pick a letter, then you come here and wait for the rest. Don't worry, you all have a letter. The red ones are for us! I need a difference between the players and the staff team." You explain. "Before you start to choose, I'll do it first! I'm going with Aitana." You give a lipped smile to the Catalan midfielder. You barely have contact today with her, since the brunette was on the opposite team.

"I wanted to be paired with you!" Patri whined, making you blush but laughed a little at her reaction.

Once they are all paired, you parted ways from them. The silence wrapping around you and Aitana, who walk next to you but leave a distance. You can hear some of them who are close, their chat and laugh floating around.

"That bad I am?" You joke, when there aren't more sounds than the birds chirping around you and your steps the branches under your feet. Aitana seems taken aback by your question, letting out a nervous chuckle seconds later. "I'm kidding, but I noticed that you aren't that content with my job since the first day when I put you alone to defend... Sorry about that, I just want to study some movements with the defensive line." You explain while you keep walking, stepping up to start a steep way.

Aitana nods to herself because she realises you can't see her. Jana and Ingrid explained it to her when she let out her frustration when the exercise was over, still she felt some remorse towards you the next few days after that happened.

"It's okay, you have your reasons..." Aitana muttered behind you, looking carefully at the steep. "I'm sorry too." She didn't give an explanation of why she feels sorry, simply Aitana wanted to do it for her behaviour that day. And because she has been avoiding you since then, looking at you in the shadows and having her own judgement watching you those days.

You stop briefly to look at her and give a small smile, keeping walking when Aitana awkwardly reciprocates that gesture. The brunette could feel how her phone was buzzing on her shorts pocket, probably some of them found the letter and are letting them know or maybe they are wanting to be annoying, both options work for the midfielder.

Then, when once again they are walking in silence, their little peace seems interrupted by Kika's squeal. It makes the pair look at each other and before they choose what to do, Kika and Esmee approach at the end of the steep laughing at something they only know.

"Well, well, well... The grandmothers are joining us." Kika teases them, still she extends a hand in your way to help you. Her laugh floats around you when Aitana tells her to not call her like that with a deep frown. "That's all the help you are going to obtain from us, see you down losers." Then, she winks at your way and locks her arm with Esmee's and walks out of your sight.

Aitana muttered something under her breath and put a hand in your lower back momentarily while telling you to keep going, now taking the lead.

They are looking everywhere in search of the letters, a distinct colour from the green and brown from that place. A small scowl installed in Aitana's face when time passed and they didn't see anything, she is sure that they would be the last ones to obtain a letter, if magically there is at least one at the top of this area. Sighing, Aitana feels small taps on her arm and when she turns to look at you, you are pointing with a finger to the big trunk in front of you, looking carefully Aitana could see a yellow tone in one of some cracks it has. Her features softened and shared a glare with you accompanied by a grin, stepping towards the big tree and picking it up, putting the piece of paper in your hands.

To Aitana's surprise, the moment they stepped down to join the people who found the letter, there were half of the team there, there other half are missing and scattered over there to find the letter. She finds herself waiting for them not far away from you, after all you are her partner for this exercise. While you are talking enthusiastically with Claudia and Ona, Aitana sees how Alexia comes with an annoying face with Patri behind her, Natalia and Irene sharing a laugh between them. Aitana guesses that Alexia didn't like this activity so much.

Soon the rest of the team came and you walked up, Natalia following you with the rest of the staff team.

"Please, give me the red letters and I'll give the yellow ones for you." You ask, sharing the red ones with her fellow team when they handed them to her. "Okay, first of all no one knows what it is. So if you need to blame someone, it's me." You say, seeing some faces not agreeing with what you are implying. "You are the first Natalia, open the letter."

Natalia carefully opened the letter and brought out what it was hiding, her curiosity going out the moment she read it. "Absolutely no!" She comments looking at you, a small shadow of red on her cheeks. "I'm not going to do it." She states firmly, pointing a finger in your direction.

You giggle by her reaction, the whisper of the players getting loud and questioning their coach what it is.

"Dancing Queen by ABBA." Natalia read out loud, shaking her head to emphasise that she is not going to do that.

The group burst out laughing, some letting out some teasing comments and cheering for Natalia to do it.

"Can I open mine?" Kika asks like a child, face with hope to find out what it is inside. You nod and watch how Kika read out loud jumping on her spot very happy. "Black by Pearl Jam!"

Then, they proceeded to open their letters with your confirmation. There are different reactions to it, some not agreeing with the song and others with their open mouth for what they read, still they seem very glad when you comment that they can change the song of joining someone else to sing.

"I'm not going to sing." Alexia breaks the enthusiasm of her teammates, making some of them groan for her comment. Her hazel eyes come back to read what she has on her hands. "I'm not doing this." She says more firm this time, a soft blush approaching on her cheeks but her gaze is letting you know that she is not going to do it.

Some boo are heard after, Alexia didn't seem bothered by that.

"Everyone is going to sing. I'm singing too, Alexia. And believe me when I tell you that I'm drowning only thinking about it." You speak up, interrupting the small reactions.

Alexia shakes her head. "I'm not going to sing." She repeats.

You stay looking at her, an idea forming in your head. "If you don't laugh any time that day when we sing, you include, I let you choose the exercise and without complaining we all will do it." You suggest, hiding your smile when you see how Alexia is thinking about your words longer than you think.

"Deal." Alexia muttered, extending her hand towards you to seal the deal.

Smiling, you stretch her hand.

You come back next to Natalia to convince her to sing, telling that you would sing together.

Alexia looks dreadful about what she needs to sing, Nero Gotico by Clara.

She didn't even know how this person was.

•••

Letting out the hundredth sigh that day, Alexia sits down on the chair in the backyard where the improvised scenario is in front of her. They all are wearing casual clothes, a different change of what usually they wear on their daily day. They haven't seen any trace of you since they came to Natalia's house, who offered to host the small karaoke.

"You look beautiful tonight, capi." Ona approaches in front of the Catalan midfielder, a knowing smirk on her lips.

Alexia rolls her eyes, ignoring the small laugh around her from some of them. Patri shows behind the full back player, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Ready?" Patri asks, sitting a row up from her.

"Yes." Alexia says shortly.

Fortunately for her, she could change the song with Giulia since the song is in Italian. Truth be told, Alexia blushed a lot when she put the videoclip on YouTube and saw the singer.

Aitana walks towards them with a drink on her hand, sipping from it the moment she sits down next to Mapi. She didn't know why she was here and why she would sing, but something inside her wanted to know what would happen tonight. Ignoring the conversation that the defender is having with Marta, who gladly came to cheer for her chill girlfriend, and her eyes wandered around until she saw you walking in with Natalia and Hector by your side, her hand stayed in mid air holding the glass while she fixed her eyes on you.

Blinking, Aitana heard how some of them start to whistle when they see you. Claudia makes a comment about she being single, only for you to shake your head smiling after hugging her. They are seeing you with different clothes and it's making Aitana very difficult to pay attention to.

You greet all of them when you approach the small stage, you start to explain that you and Natalia would start the show and then, since it's her idea you would mark the order.

They have an idea of why you two aren't singers, still Aitana feels looking at you with tenderness. To her eyes, you look cute with your red cheeks and when you misspell some words. Some of them are standing up and dancing together, cheering and loudly joining the song.

Alexia is trying hard to not show a smile with the show you two are making. Kika, Jana, Vicky, Salma and Bruna are dancing in the empty space in the backyard, some of them are recording.

Once it is over, you bend down briefly and side hug Natalia, thanking them while chanting your names. You call Ona to go to the stage, the Catalan accepts the microphone you tend at her.

The evening went smoothly, the majority of them were giving everything in every song, a chorus that no one asked but they accompanied the ones who are on the stage. Ingrid and Mapi are the last ones, the Aragonese with sunglasses pretending to be a real singer, making a dance that Ingrid joined in some parts shyly.

Then, they cover the empty space with a large table and sit down to have dinner. Alexia is more relaxed, the deal she made with you broke the moment Claudia sang a Spice Girl's song, including a choreography that made Alexia fail to not laugh. Patri records her reaction to have proof and show you, internally sighing relief because they would be free from the exercise Alexia would put on them.

They see a new version of you tonight, a goofy and calmer side. The days that you share with them make you open and relax around them, joining the teasing with Cata and Claudia or answering some uncomfortable questions that Mapi and some more are doing and being stopped by Alexia and Natalia.

"Why did you make this?" Alexia asked you once the party started, sitting in the empty chair next to you.

You paint a tiny smirk, watching the improvised dance that some of them are doing.

"To have fun." You reply, shrugging casually.

Alexia stays looking at you suspiciously, studying you while you give a sip to your drink. "The real reason." She says in a tone of voice where she didn't believe you.

You remained quiet for a moment, then turned to look at her. "To spend a good time, to loosen up a bit and know you all a little more. For you all to know me a little too, in a different environment than football..." You say, trailing off.

She believes you this time, and your explanation makes her smile genuinely. You are trying to connect with them, even if it means to put yourself in ridiculous. She is aware of your introverted side, she is one of that type too and knows how hard it is with new people.

Alexia has more respect for you.

•••

A month passed.

They are classified to be back in the Champions League and they are started well in the league, winning their two games.

The training becomes hard, but at the end of the day they have different exercises coming from you. They all seem waiting for this moment.

However, what they didn't know is to see you angry. You seem very calm and difficult to be angry or mad. The moment it happened was when Natalia was giving the starting line for the next day in their third match of the league. You were standing next to the coach and your frown deepened when Natalia told the defensive line.

"Can we talk for a moment?" You interrupt her, a hand on her arm. You don't leave her to reply to you, just walking away from the group of players.

Natalia frowned too and excused herself, she walked towards your side.

The players shared a look between them, a confused one. Alexia and Aitana keep their attention on you, they try to read on your face what happened.

"Really? Aren't you going to put her? She shows that she deserves to be in the starting line." You start to say, tightening the hold in your notebook. You see how Natalia relaxed her frown, opening her mouth to talk but you don't leave her. "Jana deserves to be in the starting line, Natalia. She proves to you during training and the matches you put her coming from the bench! Just... Keep that in mind." You say without realising that you raised your voice enough for them to listen to what you said. "If you want to reprimand me, okay. I'll understand." It's the last thing you said before you stormed out from there.

Natalia watches you go out and disappear in the building. Taking a breath, the coach steps towards the group and clearing her throat, resuming the starting line for tomorrow.

When Natalia dissolved the group, Alexia turned to check on Jana. She didn't say anything, just moved an eyebrow asking if she was okay. The defender nods, walking by her side to the changing room. Jana's mind replays the moment where you defended her to be starting for tomorrow's game and a small smile approaches on her face. Ingrid walks to her side and hangs an arm around her shoulders, a calm smile in her direction. Maybe it's a coincidence, but since you came they both feel very sure of themselves, with more conviction.

So before she leaves, Jana walks towards the head coach office and Natalia communicates with her before she asks that you are in the cafeteria. Nodding and saying goodbye, Jana walks towards the place and holds the strap of her gym bag, she steps inside when she sees you.

You leave the pen on top of the table, next to your —almost finished— notebook. Jana pulls off her gym bag and takes a seat next to you, giving you a lipped shy smile.

"Sorry..." You apologised, sighing.

Jana frowns, not letting you finish. "Why? You don't need to apologise." She cuts you, her smile widening. "Maybe it's not the place to say it. Still, I want to say thank you..." She says shyly, playing with her fingers on the top of the table. Her gaze didn't leave your surprise expression. "It motivates me to keep working hard because at the end of the day, there is someone who believes in me and could give me the chance to show what I'm capable of."

You soften your features, and remove a strand of your hair away from your face before you speak. "There are people who believe in you, Jana. Like many other of your teammates. The only thing I can tell you is to keep working hard and fight to gain a spot in the starting line." You say firmly, trying not to give her many hopes because after all, it doesn't depend on you. But letting her know that she has many possibilities of entering if she keeps playing like that.

The brunette nods with her head enthusiastically, surprising you when she throws her arms and wraps them on your neck, giving you a friendly hug. You hug her back awkwardly.

"I think I need to apologise with the coach..." You whisper when you see Natalia walk to the bar after she gives a knowing look.

Jana separated and nudged your side playfully, wishing you luck with a smirk when she stood up and walked away.

•••

Aitana passes her tongue for her teeth while her eyes are on you. You are saving the training things into the room where it belongs, Hector and Victor —the other two staff members— helping you save them inside. The Catalan midfielder starts to walk with Ona to the changing room, but her mind is in you. She didn't know why but felt the urge to turn and walk towards you. However, Aitana shakes her head briefly and paints a smile to whatever Ona is telling her.

Once inside of the changing room, Aitana's movements become slower and without any rush, taking her time until there are only a few of them. She hides a strand of her wet hair behind her ear and stands up, putting on Barcelona's training jersey because outside is doing a cold breeze at this hour. She says goodbye to the ones who remained there and takes a different route when she goes out, her steps taking her to the coach's office.

Before Aitana could retreat herself and turn around, the door opened and you came out, stopping in the entry when you saw her.

"Aitana! Do you want to talk with Natalia? She is still inside...-" you start to say, removing yourself from the entry.

The midfielder shakes her head immediately, muttering that she didn't want to see Natalia. It makes you a little confused, not knowing what Aitana actually wants.

Clearing her throat, Aitana decides to be brave. "I came to talk to you..." She mutters, scratching the back of her neck nervously.

You open your eyes, not waiting to hear that.

"Everything okay?" You ask carefully, stepping a few centimetres towards her.

Aitana nods quickly, wanting the small frown on your face to disappear. "Everything okay, don't worry. I just came to... ask you if you want to hang out sometime...?" Her voice showed her nervousness, mentally cursed herself and wished to have the boldness of some of her teammates.

You opened your eyes briefly, lowering them to the floor processing what Aitana asked you. When you look at her back, she is biting her lip waiting for an answer, her brown eyes move around avoiding you.

It's weird for you to see this side of hers, someone who always sees confidence in herself.

"With the team...?" You ask unsure, putting your bag on one shoulder and closing the door behind you.

"No, with me." Aitana explained. "I would like to know you a little more outside of here..."

In your face showed a small smile, seeing the red welcoming on Aitana's cheeks. "Okay. When?" You say softly, her brown eyes opening.

Once again Aitana clears her throat, recovering from the surprise of your confirmation. "If you want I can invite you now and go to a cafeteria."

Shrugging, you nod. "And I thought you didn't like me..." You comment, starting to walk by her side.

Aitana blushes but frowns.

•••

Taking a breath, you close your eyes while you hold the paper in your hands. Opening them, you see their faces looking at you with a small teasing expression.

You look at Natalia, who rolled her eyes and made a move with head for you to start.

"Okay. First of all, I'm sorry. If it is for me, I would put you all...-" You hear how Natalia snorts by your side, interrupting you.

"Do you girls feel it's her first starting line, do you?" Natalia asks loudly, only for them to share a small laugh.

You roll your eyes, but look at your paper and read the names in your mind.

"Alright! Formation the same, 4-3-3 contention. The players who are going to start tomorrow are: Cata, Ona, Jana, Ingrid and Esmee in the defensive line, midfielders: Alexia, Dragoni and pivot Patri. The three lined up are: Graham, Kika and Frido." You read the names, raising your eyes once you are finished.

They are silent, some are speaking with their eyes between them but soon smiles are approaching on their faces. You look at Aitana, who is biting her lip and lightly nod with her head.

You know how competitive they are, especially Aitana and Alexia. You are afraid of the brunette because you left her out of the starting line.

You would lead them to the next game because Natalia received a red card in the last match, making you assume the bench in the next one. And literally. She asks you to choose the starting line, reassuring you when you give her a panic expression.

So you made it, you barely slept last night studying who to put in this match. You take care of the details, leaving some of them to rest and play in the second half, knowing that three days later there is the first match of the Champions League.

The next day Natalia gives you a calm speech, reassuring you that everything is going to be okay. Before the game starts, you explain the strategy again and nervously but firmly, you give them encouraging words and stay in the entry when they come out, giving a pat on their backs.

There was no goal in the first half, but probably it is the best game they played in a long time. The style Natalia has implemented since she came, shows up entirely in these 45th minutes.

You applauded and screams encouragement words when Jana was alone and stopped the rival forward in a clean entry when she threw down, sending the ball to Patri. With Frido you didn't know how she still didn't score, the Swedish is destabilising the opponent easily, the only fail she had is not to send the ball into the goal. The rest of the team showed them how much they cared about the ball, the connection on their passes creating magnificent plays.

But the goal comes at the start of the second half, Giulia Dragoni sending the ball inside in a beautiful head goal when Graham puts the ball from the corner.

When you approach Aitana and Vicky from giving them instructions, you see how the ball came out and fall to your box and when you are going to grab it to give to the player from the other team to put on in game, the rival pushes you hard and makes you fall, your head hitting the cool-box.

What you miss is when Aitana runs and pushes the opponent, a scowl on her face while challenging her to do it again. Or when the major part of the players came to her and started to yell at the opponent, Jana, Kika and Ingrid were the loudest. Alexia is the only one who tries to calm them, even if her jaw is clenched and wanted to push her too, she acts like the captain she is and pushes her teammates away.

Irene helps you to stand up, the medical team coming to your rescue and asking you to sit down because you have a small cut in your eyebrow.

When you stand up with their help, you see how the referee shows a yellow card to Aitana after showing it to the other player, the Catalan nods with her head without caring too much, her head turns in your direction and her features soften. You muttered to them you need to give the last indications to the players who could go out and after they press a small bandage for you to hold, you walk towards Aitana and Vicky.

Aitana puts a hand in your lower back briefly, nodding with her head what you are indicating to do and telling their teammates new strategies. You remained there until Esmee and Patri went in, both players asking you how you are. You mutter quickly I'm good and congratulate them for their performance, both players sharing a look and a nod in your direction, soft smiles on their faces. They shake hands with the rest sitting there and take a seat, you walk to the corner and raise your head to Natalia to hear what she is telling you from the stands.

Your eyes focus on the pitch when you approach the medical team again, seeing the new change in formation. Now Frido is playing like the left back, letting the position she was playing to Alexia and there isn't a pivot anymore, choosing to put Vicky like a central attacking midfielder, Aitana and Dragoni like midfielders.

With the cut clean and hiding in a new bandage, you stood up with your arms crossed watching the game develop, shouting things at them to fix small mistakes. You see how Frido steals the ball from the opponents' feet near the corner of her own side, in a brilliant auto pass the Swedish player ran with the ball the whole band, passing it to Alexia. The Catalan raised her head enough to give an intelligent pass through the defenders when she sees Aitana run out of her mark, the brunette shoots the ball in the first touch and sends the ball inside of the goal.

Raising your hands up, you call for Salma, Mapi and Bruna. You decided to make your last three changes now, a perfect time to let them play and the other to have some rest. Giving the three players indications, the three players go out when the referee indicates after a play where the ball runs to the sideline. Alexia, Graham and Ona came in, stretching your hand briefly. You see how Alexia has a neutral expression, you know that she wanted to keep playing because they are in the perfect moment to score more, but hopefully you wish she sees what you did for her own good in the future.

When the match is over, you read on the screen of the stadium how Barcelona won the match with three goals and any in con.

You leave out a relief sigh that you didn't know you were holding.

•••

"Are you mad at me?" You questioned in a small voice, watching how the stadium is getting empty slowly.

Aitana turns with the bottle in her hand, hiding a smirk. She takes a long sip, shaking the hand of a player when she approaches, you do it too.

"Why? For you to care about us?" She asks rhetorically, giving another sip from her bottle. Now she leaves a small laugh for your face. "You have your reasons for choosing that starting line, you don't need to give me any explanation." Aitana says softly, stepping closer to you. "It worked." She whispered.

You shrug, feeling a little better. "What a goal." You say, tilting your head with a soft smile. You don't need to explain too much, it's obvious what goal you are referring to.

"I pushed the ball, it's mainly Alexia's." She shrugs too, bumping her shoulder with yours copying your smile. "Better now it's over?" Her voice is gentle like the gaze she is giving you.

You chuckle, but nod with your head.

"Do you want to go have lunch together?" Aitana asks you, biting her lower lip. Her voice is a whisper, a bold impulse hoping you agree with her proposal.

You notice how close you are from her, the small freckles on the bridge of her nose like on her cheeks, small constellations from the corner of her mouth to her chin and near of her left ear. You decided to stop scanning her face, and slowly you nod with your head, seeing how her smile got wide.

"Wait for me?" When you nod with your head, she excused herself to take a quick shower and run inside, making you laugh quietly for her behaviour.

***

The next day feels awkward for you during training. Fortunately for you Natalia takes full charge of the exercises that day and you only remain behind and comment quietly to her or some of them, but not exchanging any word with any player.

You could feel her gaze, but you don't dare to look in her direction. You know she didn't have any fault, still she is the reason why you question many things.

Too deep in your mind when the training is over, you don't notice the people approaching you, only the light tap on your shoulder that makes you jump.

"Everything okay?" Ona asks, raising an eyebrow.

You nod, stammering you are good.

"We came to ask you if you want to come to bond night with us." Jana informs you, her usual smile showing up.

You frown confused. "Really? It's not only for players?" You ask unsure, pressuring your new notebook against your stomach.

They shared a laugh, explaining briefly that it is but sometimes there are exceptions if for example they have a young staff member in the team. You roll your eyes when they give you teasing stares.

You look behind their backs and see how Aitana is sneaking glances towards your way, moving her head to the side when your eyes collide.

"Okay." You agree, making them jump on you and ignoring your awkward hug.

Later that day, Alexia is who offered to pick you up. Her expression turned into a surprise one when she saw you, you asked if you looked bad while taking a look at yourself.

"You look great! It's weird seeing you like... This." Alexia explains quickly, a small blush on her cheeks for her reaction.

You smirk and pinch her red cheek, laughing when Alexia pushes your hand away and muttered under her breath that you spend too much time with the youngest of the team. The ride to Ona's flat is with small conversations with the radio in the background, you can feel how her gaze is softer every time she looks at you and you ask yourself if she notices the reason behind.

Once in Ona's flat, there are a few of them already there. The defender greets you happily and makes a comment about your outfit, eyes going up and down only for you to smack her hand on her arm playfully. It didn't end there because the ones there whistle when they see you, Salma taking your hand with hers and making you swirl in the spot.

Alexia came to your rescue and pushed Patri away, making you sit down next to her at the exact moment Aitana got inside of the living room. Like a magnet, her brown eyes find yours while she keeps talking to someone else. Kika puts herself in front of you and breaks the eye contact with the midfielder.

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" The Portuguese ask in a charming tone, sitting next to you.

Alexia scolds her gently while Jana shares a laugh with Claudia, making fun of their friend. You blush but chuckle when the forward wraps an arm around your shoulders, pouting in Alexia's direction. Frido approached you and offered a snack, complimenting you with a wink when she walked to another part.

"When are we gonna take penalties again?" Kika asks, pinching your cheek softly.

Some of them agree with her, very interested in your answer.

"Do you want to do it again?" You tease her, chuckling.

"No, but I want to watch these ones cry." She teases back playfully, giving them a look.

They give her a sarcastic smile, Jana pushes her softly and Kika dramatically leaves her body falling into you. Friendly, you wrap an arm around her shoulders and laugh when she pretends to be enchanted by it.

Then, your eyes meet Aitana's again and slowly you remove your arm from Kika's shoulders. It's interrupted again when Mapi leaves a squeal and puts herself in front of you, whistling suggestive while her eyes scan you.

The rest of the evening is plagued with laughter and games board. You are paired with Jana when this one grabs your arm and pulls you towards her, smiling innocently to your way. You are surprised to see Alexia discuss with some because she thinks they cheat and that's the reason Alexia and Irene lost, frowning she threatened them to play one last time with the new change of game. Patri tries to be a barista and make them drinks, pushing Jana away and sitting in her place giving you a drink, smiling charmingly.

"You don't need to be so nice to me, Patri. You are my favourite player already, I thought I made it clear in training." You say, holding your laugh.

Snorts mixed with protests were heard behind Patri, the midfielder gives them a satisfying smirk while learning her back on the couch, arm spreading out behind you.

At some point when you are out on the balcony with Ingrid and Esmee, Alexia calls you and takes you to an empty area.

"What happened with Aitana?"

Her direct question makes you nervous, advertising your gaze from her. You heard how she sighed, putting a hand in your arm carefully.

"I noticed that there is tension between you two. Not to mention that you acted weird today during training. Something happened?" Alexia explains briefly.

You think if you tell her or no. Letting out a sigh, you move your face to look at her.

"I don't know what happened... It's complicated." You start to say, playing with your fingers. "I think I like her... And it is freaking me out a little. Because I came here to work, in my plans there is nothing other than to help the team, so it's weird." You open up, rubbing your forehead. "We hang out a few times out of the pitch, like friends... But something tells me that what we have is something else."

There is silence, but Alexia started to rub your back gently.

"Sometimes the plan you made didn't turn out like you wanted." Alexia says softly. She didn't say anything more, because she didn't want to overstep.

***

The next day in the changing room, when she entered there Alexia walked directly towards Aitana and took a seat next to her, making the brunette look with expectation at her.

"You seem different this season..." Alexia comments casually, pulling off the training kit and wiping the sweat of her face with it.

Aitana raised an eyebrow, snorting. "And what makes you think like that?"

Alexia smiles knowingly. "You are calmer. Don't look at me like that, you are one of the loudest people of this team." After you communicate to Alexia what happened with her teammate, she stays thinking about Aitana's behaviour and to her mind comes small details.

The midfielder scoffs, standing up. "Maybe I'm matured, you're welcome." She says sarcastically, picking up her things.

Alexia rolled her eyes and grabbed her wrist to stop her. She knows her very well to know that if Aitana didn't deny it, it's because she is right.

"Give her time. She is confused." Alexia lowered her voice.

Aitana looks at her frowning, swallowing hard and she sits down again. Her gaze gets lost on the floor, wondering how Alexia found out.

"I noticed that something happened with you two yesterday and when I asked her last night, she confessed to me that she likes you," Alexia admitted, seeing how Aitana turns her head quickly towards her the moment she confesses that you like her. "Don't tell her anything or I'll kill you." She threatened Aitana. "She is confused, that's all." Saying that, Alexia patted her back gently and walked away.

The days pass and they keep winning, and Aitana gives all the time you need. She didn't approach you, just muttering a greeting to your way and a nod when you instructed her in some drills and exercises. Her gaze remained on you in the distance when you are distracted, in her mind having some answers that maybe she didn't have before.

But today Aitana feels the necessity of being close to you. Looking at you save the things, Aitana tells Patri that she is staying to help you, picking up a bag with balls in a hand and in the other the cones. She walks inside of the room and sees the surprise in your face.

"I want to help you." Aitana rasped out, giving you a tiny smile.

You point out the place where it belongs, scribbling something in the paper in your hand. Aitana leaves the things there and comes out to pick the sticks. Once again you point out the place and Aitana leaves the sticks there, slowly stepping near you while seeing how you sign below.

Raising your head, you feel how close to her you are. The movement of your head makes her copy you, your eyes betray you and look at her parted lips. Your eyes move back to her eyes and something pulls you towards her and leans to press your lips on her.

You separated quickly, opening your mouth to apologise and storm away from there. However, Aitana reacted in time and grabbed your wrist in a soft hold. She cups your cheek with her other hand, leaning slowly towards you and delicately puts her lips on you again. It's a soft pressure against your lips, not rushed, trying to show you how much she wanted this, how much she wants you.

Aitana breaks the kiss but remains close, leaning her forehead on yours. Her thumb started to caress your cheek, she can feel the band hanging on her neck because you started to play with it the moment you encircled your arms on her neck. Her chest is going up and down in a nervous but pleasant way, her eyes fixed on yours when you opened them and an involuntary smile approaches on her face.

"Can I do it again?" Aitana asks in a whisper in your mouth, her other hand flies to your waist.

Retreating your arms from her neck, you put them about her chest and softly nod with your head, meeting her half way when she leaned. You can taste the salty on her lips for the sweat from training, but away from disgusting you, your grip her training kit with your hands and put her closer. Aitana gives some steps making your back hit with the shelves from behind, now both of her hands are gripping your hip firmly while a muffled sound escapes from her mouth where it gets lost on yours.

"I like you too..." Aitana whispers when the kiss is over, smiling widely when she sees your red cheeks and inevitably spreads kisses on them.

•••

"Who's waiting for this? I thought to finish this before the year it's over... So, good luck to the ones who were left in the second round..." You announced, making the ones who did it to share a chuckle. You walk in front of them a few times and try to cheat who you are choosing to start, until you stop and turn to look at her with an innocent smile. "Janaaa... I think I'm starting with you." The young Catalan makes a dramatic expression but follows you, her teammates giving her encouragement words.

December's cold makes you shiver a little and zip up the jacket, your hands are covered by gloves. Fortunately it's a sunny day, so you hopefully will be warm soon.

"I'm not going to say hurtful words to you because I'm afraid of half of the team chasing me after..." You comment making Jana laugh quietly, Natalia snort behind you. "Are you happy?"

Jana nods, a soft smile on her mouth while she keeps watching you.

"I'm glad to know that... I fear what would happen with the team if your happiness turns off..." You start, looking at them briefly before looking back at her. "Do you think that they missed you when you suffered your ACL?"

Your question makes her change her expression, turning into a serious one. "Hopefully..." She tries to light the mood.

"Who helped you the most?"

"Everyone helped me, but if I needed to say a name it would be Bruna and Alexia." Jana mutters, hiding her chin on her sweatshirt.

You nod with your head, deciding to not take too long with her.

"Look Jana, I'm going to be sincere with you." You walk to put yourself in front of her. "I think at this point you don't need to share anything with us because you already share it everyday. You brighten us with your energy, with your constant encouragement and I'm truly glad to meet you. All yours." You move and point to the ball, smiling when Jana side hugs you.

You point towards Patri when Jana scored, the Balear high five with the defender and put herself next to you.

"What would make the best player in the world nervous?" You ask with a hint of teasing, making the group for your confession protest. Patri leaves out a smirk, winking at you. "I have an idea." You start to pace out, playing with the ball between your hands. "Imagine we are in a match, losing it. It's a big stage, one where it didn't matter, you will remember forever. The match is almost over, but then, Ewa tied up and prolongs to extra time. Your team is as tired as you, but this is a hint of hope for you to reach the trophy. It's not your best performance but the coach still believes in you. The extra time is over and it's sent to penalties. It's your turn and you can make a difference here, you are in or out." You specified, watching how Patri nods while hearing you. Clearing your throat, you opted to change your voice and pretend that you are a sport commentator. "And now it's the turn of Patri Guijarro! The best in her position at this moment, the intelligence playing against the physical. Right now she has the power on her feet, if she scored there would be a hope to brush that trophy but if she misses, the team is out. There is no pressure when you have this player, you always count on her! Who is Alexia Putellas? Who is Aitana Bonmatí? I don't know them, I only know the best pivot. I said her name before and I will say it again. Patri Guijarro is getting ready to take the shot of her life!" You are moving around making emphasis with your hands, truly living the moment. You make a gesture for them to create cheering sounds, pretending they are the public. Then, you move your hands to make them stop and the silence installed.

"Take it." You say, moving aside.

You see her doubt, her usual confident demeanor disappearing with every second. She nods, taking a run before her foot connects with the ball and makes it go out. Patri grimace, looking away briefly.

Tilting your head, you approach her. Patri leaves out a sigh, rubbing her face with a hand. "What happened?" You ask in a soft voice.

The Balear shrug, shaking her head. "I don't know... Pressure?" She tries to guess, shrugging again.

"Try again." You say, the warmth of the sun hitting your cold cheeks.

Her eyebrows approach each other, confused. You can see how she is thinking hard, slowly some realisation shows her confused features.

"Is it pressure?" You try to confirm what she said before. Patri moves a hand to the level of her waist, indicating that it is more or less like that. "What else?"

"Comparison." She said in a low voice, crossing her arms on her chest. Her jaw clenched lightly, her gaze on you.

You nod with your head in a thinking manner. "To who?"

There is silence for a few seconds. Patri shifts her posture, eyes lowering briefly before she speaks up; "Aitana and Alexia." She slowly says, looking at you back.

Stepping towards her, you nod again. "It affects you or you don't think too much about it?"

Patri shrugged. "Sometimes... But it's something that I don't mind too much." She admitted.

"Until you think about it properly..." You add carefully. You see how her shoulders got down, hands intertwining behind her back and you are sure she is pocking her skin. "It's okay, Patri. I'm not judging you and I never would do that. I think it's even normal that you feel a little... out of place with them. But I want to remind you that they wouldn't win anything without you, keep that in mind. You are their compass, to them and the rest of the team. Maybe they are the ones who people see more, but people who truly watch, they know about you. Actually, I can't stop hearing how smart and creative you are, one of these people is Alexia. I know you know, but sometimes this one," you tap your forehead. "can be cruel and cheat you. I'm not ashamed to admit loudly that you are one of my favourite players and I have the opportunity to watch you in every training and match. You maybe don't have a Ballon d'or, but you definitely would have one. Vicky Losada said it first, not me!" You finished, making her laugh quietly for your last comment. You see how her usual demeanor is coming back, the serious expression going away and her mischievous one showing up.

With an impressive goal, Patri side hugs you and joins the group.

"Mapiiiii...." You hummed, smirking teasingly to the Aragonese.

The group leaves out a laugh, Mapi walks towards you with the same mischievous personality. She sang your name too, giving you an innocent look.

"What would I mention to make you crack?" You think loudly, watching her smirk in your direction. "What about the national team?" Your voice is teasing, but your gaze softens.

Mapi rolls her eyes, tilting her head aside while her eyes fix on you. "Mismamente." She mutters, her smirk washes out.

The last time you mentioned the national team was for Irene and Caro, you know the topic you are going to touch now is delicate, so you repeat to the defender that it's okay if she didn't want to talk about it.

"I'll be short, promise." You promised when Mapi told you it's okay to talk about it. "Do you think there is a real change inside of the federation?"

"No." Mapi answers you quickly, snorting at the end. "And before you ask why, the changes they made are smaller and maybe it's a step, but for me it's not enough to come back." Her voice sounded firm when she finished, determination on her face.

"You are right." You muttered, you can feel the tension in the air. It didn't surprise you, many of them are in the Spanish national team and they are better than you to know what is happening. "And I am proud of you for keeping fighting for what you believe. You are firm in your position and thank you. Still, it didn't mean that I'm not supporting your teammates because there have many reasons and it is respectable. Come back when you are comfortable and we will enjoy you when it happens, for now: we will enjoy you here."

Mapi gives you a real smile, an appreciative one. She was waiting to hear another thing differently, but she truly appreciates your words.

She takes the penalty with a different sense, feeling lighter. Mapi high fives you when she scored, winking to Aitana when their gazes met.

Sighing, Aitana steps slowly next to you while hearing her teammates chant her name. You give her a sheepish smile, zipping off your jacket because you are feeling a little hot.

Chilling, Aitana crossed her arms. Her eyes become soft the moment they land on you, feeling less nervous. To her mind came the moment when she asked you what would you ask her when this moment would happen, but you just shrug and sat on her lap to kiss her.

"What do you want to talk about?" You ask, stepping next to her.

Aitana shrugs, following with her eyes. The truth is that she can talk about anything with you.

"What about the pressure?"

The brunette bit the inside of her cheek, her heartbeat accelerating. Well, maybe not about everything. Somehow, she didn't like it too much when you read people, because you usually get right.

"When was the last time you felt your chest without heaviness?" You ask directly, witnessing how her features hardened. "Are you afraid to leave people down?"

"That are two questions." Aitana points out in a small voice, the corner of her lips turning up a little. "Which one do I answer first?"

You shrug, muttering at her whatever she wanted to do.

"I'm not afraid to let them down, I'm learning that it's not my fault for the expectation they have on me." Aitana decides to answer your second question, the words her psychologist told her on past meetings coming to her mind. "And... It's hard not to feel pressured, especially if you belong to this team. I'm sure I am not the only one feeling it." Aitana muttered, answering honestly.

You nod, hiding your hands in your pockets. "What impact has on you when the press speaks about your performance or if you are on a good level to play?"

Aitana passes her tongue through her teeth with her mouth closed, the times she read about the lines or heard comments about herself showing on her mind like a trick. She hates how people referred to her like the winner of the Ballon d'Or and not like Aitana, yeah she understands but it didn't mean that she also liked it to hear every time.

"A considerable one." The brunette admitted lowly, pretending that she didn't care too much, when in reality it is the opposite. Aitana is good at taking any type of their opinions, but it is getting hard with the time passing. Somehow, she understands them. "But I try to focus on me and my team, to be better everyday and..." She pauses, thinking the right words. "keep learning. It's all I care about."

You pick up her right hand gently, hoping this gesture could calm her because even if she is hiding perfectly in a neutral expression, you can see how her brown dark eyes become vulnerable.

Aitana leaves out a sigh, not complaining to feel the warmth of your hand on hers. It's an innocent gesture, not showing to the rest what it truly means for you two.

"I can't tell you what to do to handle that pressure," you start to say. "but I can propose to you to think about what good things it brings you. Like how many people you inspire, mainly kids. How you are imbued with your name in football history, how you are breaking statistics and when you retire from this sport and someone named this club, they would remember you like someone who belongs here. I can keep naming things, but what I'm trying to say is you are human, Aitana. And you learn from the winning and when you don't, and keep promoting your law because people like you should be an inspiration, whatever they want to be when they grow up or even if they are an adult." You finished, a fond smile on your face.

The Catalan midfielder pulls from your hand and wraps her strong arms around your body, hiding her crystal eyes from the rest and the urge she feels to thank you with a kiss. She hides her face on your shoulder, trying to think in a good memory like you said to some of them. She was lucky to say that she has many of them, but the best ones are with the team no matter if the club or national teams, they mark her in different ways and the winnings are significant.

Separating from the hug, Aitana squeezed your arm affectionately before she took the penalty with the most lighter sensation she felt in a long time.

You turned to all of them when they gathered together, clapping your gloves hands together.

"The next time we practice penalties it's like you all practiced them. Hopefully this little session helped you in some way and before we close this chapter, I'm going to be the last one to cry." You make at them the peace sign, some chuckle by them were heard.

•••

Tears are streaming down on their faces, not believing what happened. There are a lot of reactions but one is the same, tears.

Natalia pats your shoulder when separated from the hug, grabbing your face between her hands and muttering that you all make it. She kissed your forehead and passed to hug the rest of the staff team before she went to speak with the rival head coach.

Wiping your own tears, you hug the friends you made on this team. Victor lifts you from the ground, making you chuckle by his happiness words while Hector and Vega join you. The moment your feet hit the green grass, you are surprised to feel someone else lifting you —again— from behind. Looking through your shoulder, you see Alexia with her cheek on your back.

"I needed to come here first." Alexia tells you the moment she puts you down, turning around and after giving you a bear hug. You hear the emotion in her shaky voice, you only could hug her back and appreciate her gesture. She chooses to come here first and you valour that a lot.

When her face shows in your vision, her eyes are red and both hands are now wiping her cheeks, but a radiant smile is on her red lips.

"Your weird method worked and I need to thank you for that, even if we are on the other side of the coin, thank you." Alexia said in a rush.

You can't reply when you feel more arms around you, making Alexia laugh freely and join the group hug. Somehow, you know who is hugging you from behind, you know all too well that grip on your waist and the level of her head on your back.

"They need you." The social staff member breaks the moment with a guilty smile, calling Alexia's attention.

The captain nods and kisses your forehead before she goes away, going to the pitch to see the rival's players and then, go to speak with the press people.

Jana and Ingrid are now in front of you, their stained cheeks with their wide smiles make you wrap your arms around their necks, telling how proud you are. Between them in the hug, you see how Patri approaches you and tap your nose, leaning on their teammates and joining the hug.

"We won." Someone muttered in the group hug, you believe is Claudia. She said it like it didn't happen before or she couldn't believe it actually happened. "Someone tied her up with us!" She yells, some laughter was heard for her dramatic comment.

Slowly, the group hug faded not without one by one, they hugged you and exchanged another display of affection. Aitana is the last one to hug you, she kisses your forehead fondly and whispers a thank you, giving you the strongest hug she gave you. When you are separated, she gives you a brilliant smile with a glint on her gaze.

"Go." You muttered, pushing her shoulder teasingly. Aitana pokes her tongue out but goes towards the pitch again, missing when someone puts you something on your shoulders, Jana coming once again to your vision when she puts herself in front of you to tie the flag about your neck. "Really?" You leave out a giggle, watching how Jana nods proudly.

"You need to show the world you belong here." The brunette commented, grabbing with a hand a part of the flag to show you the blaugrana colours. Her voice is scratchy from the match, her red cheeks becoming her usual shade.

"How possessive." You muttered, smirking.

Jana smirks back at you, throwing an arm on your shoulders and bringing you towards the pitch. "We need to take care of you, just like you made with us."

Kika came with a Portuguese flag in a hand, a wide smile on her tan face. She throws her arm on your free side, joining the soft banter with Jana against you. The Catalan defender leaves your sides when they require her presence to give an interview, her place being replaced by Ona.

"MVP?" The full back asks loudly, keeping an eye on her friend.

"I'm between her and Fridolina." You comment, to your coming some good plays from these players or from others ones too. "Also Kika made a great performance." You turn to look at the mentioned one, watching how Kika dismisses it with humble, muttering that she is with Ona on who should be the player of the match.

You three witnesses how they give the small trophy to Jana, winking in her direction when she briefly meets your gazes. Then, slowly you go with them to shake hands with the opposite team, they decide to accompany you while you do it.

Cata lifts you from the ground once you finish shaking their hands, the goalkeeper going far and starts to jump on the spot. Irene came and in a mother's voice told her to put you down, the defender wink at you when she put you La Ikurriña flag where the Barça's flag is. You don't mind and give her a big hug, Irene helps you through the whole season and even if she is a helper with everyone, maybe the bond you share for your birthplace helped. The moment the team gathers at the sides for the opposite team to receive the silver medal, Aitana is right in front of you, bright brown eyes mainly on you but making space to shake some hands. Alexia is on your left side, it seems like they didn't want to leave you alone.

The moment it's Barcelona walk, you step quickly next to Vega feeling how Alexia pushes you softly chuckling. With both flags around your neck, you walk between Natalia and Vega, giving a small hug to the club's president and bumping your fist with the little girl before you receive the gold medal. You witness the trophy on your way to the walkway, making a face to the head coach when your gazes meet, the old woman chuckling and bringing you next to her, side hugging you.

One by one, they are approaching and gathering, waiting for Alexia to bring what they missed for two whole years. The Captain received the trophy in her hands, walking with it giving them an anticipated smile. The white smoke flies behind you, the confetti falling gracefully on yours and joining the happiness the team is irradiating while Alexia raises the trophy up, all of you jumping with the noise of the fans, showing them what they deserve to support them.

Then, the trophy from hand to hand until Ingrid comes and puts it in your hands, inciting you with a movement of head. You pick it up while you look at Natalia, you mutter to her if you raise it together or if not, you would pass it to someone else. Rolling her eyes, Natalia held the trophy and with your help raised it up, the whole team cheered like it was the first time.

When the whole team lifted the trophy, Alexia and Aitana yelled at them to give a walk around the stadium, clapping with their hands and celebrating it with the fans and family. Claudia grip your hand on hers, smiling like a kid watching everything with a marvellous face. Patri put herself to your other side, an arm on your shoulder and keeping a conversation with you. A phone showed on your faces, making you smile awkwardly. You promised the rest to take a picture with them, you walked next to Hector when the players joined their families.

Once it is over, Aitana picks and pulls from your hand to walk inside of the tunnel. She leads the way to the big and quiet changing room, closing the door behind her. Her hands went immediately to your waist, caressing your hip bone with her thumb.

"You don't know how much I want to kiss you..." Aitana muttered, leaning on your lips and frowning when you stop her with your hands on her chest. "What?"

"What if they catch us?" You ask, signalling with your head the closed door.

"Then, hopefully they keep us the secret." Aitana comments. "I don't mind if they catch us, at least I could kiss you in front of them."

You snort, putting now your hands on her face. "Would they find it weird?" You ask unsure, tracing her chin with your finger.

"Do you think it's the first time that a player and a coach have a relationship?" Aitana asks rhetorically, raising an eyebrow. "Amor, we aren't the first and definitely not the last." She added, pecking your thumb.

So hearing her words, you nod with your head slowly. Soon her lips are on yours, her hands bring you closer. At first it was soft, until it became deep and slow, showing in the kiss the emotion of the moment. Aitana's lips chased yours when the air became a problem, not letting you have time to breathe properly and starting a new dance.

The door opens abruptly making you break the kiss and look in that direction, the voices shutting up when they witness what is happening inside.

Alexia starts to smirk slowly, laughing for your faces. Mapi squeals behind her and soon pushes them to come inside, making her room and putting herself between you two, arms on both of your shoulders and Ona whistles wiggling her eyebrows, a small astonishing expression.

Jana and Claudia walk quickly inside, big smirks on their faces while they gushes demanding how it started. Frido comes and mutters how cute you two look while giving you a hug, pushing Mapi out in the process.

"They seem happy." Aitana whispers in your ear once they all say something to you two, the loud voices surrounding you.

You just lean and capture her lips, ignoring the cheerful voices of the new champions of Europe.

[spread-the-influence]

On one of your asks you said you had a prediction from when everyone thought the next episode was going to be baseball—can we see your prediction 🙏

okay List of What I Thought The Hypothetical Baseball Episode Would Be Now That It's Just A Fanfic In My Head :

caine's taking more from the suggestions box . ooh someone suggested baseball ! yeah ragatha did . maybe sometime ago , she kind of forgot when she wrote that

ragatha was voted to be the team captain . this is why she eventually says Democracy Sucks ...

it of course does Not go well because she's not that good at putting her foot down . jax keeps pestering her about it because the foil is foiling .

i didn't think about the enemy team too much tbh i just pictured them as those mannequin npcs

gangle bats for One second and then her mask breaks because of the ball

all of the stresses just keep piling up . jax deliberately being difficult , gangle's too depressed to do the adventure , kinger's Oblivious and WHY IS POMNI THE BATTER SHE'S TOO SHORT TO REACH THE FUCKING BALL . to nobody's surprise ragatha just keeps repressing all of those frustrations with a steadily unhinged grin

the thematic messaging could be that it's good to ask for help or have support in some way . more similarities between jax and ragatha are shown because they both don't really have their own support . ragatha doesn't want to be a burden and jax's adamant about not needing anyone . they both need therapy

jax's going to cut the bullshit if i'll be honest . he's just going to keep probing at ragatha until she inevitably explodes .

the breakdown™ . ragatha pretty much has it in front of everyone before going off to some place where it's dark and lonely . everything's tense after that .

fake-out abstraction to scare the viewers that thought she would abstract in the episode . pomni appears to go Haiii (:

pomni and ragatha have a heart to heart FOR REAL and they're actually talking about EVERYTHING and then THEY KISSED HOLD HANDS AND WALK OUT TOGETHER

anyways they lost the adventure but that doesn't matter because ragatha has Character Development ain't that fun God i dunno anymore i think i'm more excited about it being the office episode tbh LOL

[theonyxstate]

Who are your Favourite Blogs and people on Here?

ohh i have so many, i love my tumblr users. thank you for the ask!

fav people: @dyl-z @queermoons @psychoticallykind @butterli5 @my-castles-crumbling @faeyells (& i love their blogs sm too 💖) kas @/queermoons is filling my need for a polish marauders obsessed queer (?) mutual <333 fae is a sweet soul who writes fics that i love, @/butterli5 also writes & is so so wholesome ily<33 dylan & cas are also fic writing royalty and tumblr celebrities and you should check them out (if you don't know them already). cas writes microfics like they breathe them out, and every one is perfect; they also do anon advice asks💖 dylan is currently writing one of the longest and most popular marauders sm uni & fame AU mixed fic called "growing sideways" and when i tell you im feral, i really fucking am. and incredibly proud. like ahhb look at him😭💖 his account also features people repeatedly yelling at him for the fic's events (dont worry, he likes it)

fav blogs that i personally haven't spoken with: @crescenthistory @ellecdc @unconventional-lawnchair @moonstruckme y/n fic royalty, tumblr celebrities. they all create amazing, often very long fanfiction on tumblr (carina @/crescenthistory once wrote over 14k words fic. on a tumblr post. and every word was magic) & elle has fic collection so long you would think she must've started in xivth century lmao. she is one of the biggest marauders people here on tumblr. @/unconventional-lawnchair wrote my favourite barty x reader fluff, and to this day it's one of my comfort fics <33 to mae @/moonstruckme i got through her collaboration with elle in "Thawing Out", an incredible wolfstar x reader ice‐skating AU, and ever since i cannot stop reading those. i've read (almost) all of those creators' works. repeatedly. and will continue to do so

@honeycaksy @cannissmajor @spookeart @alexsays-no @meemoop - art royalty, celebrities on tumblr & other platforms, followed for art & stayed for both their art and personalities. @/honeycaksy is famous for her amazingly thought-out what-if-regulus-karma-was-him-having-a-child-who-looks-like-sirius AU featuring exploration of north african magic society. @/cannissmajor is best known i think for that one incredible realistic portrait of mary mcdonald and revealing later that he's literally 15 (still cannot believe it. his works are fucking amazing). @/spookeart is wildly known for that one moonwater smoking fanarts, but all of their works do big numbers here, on ig & pinterest. the only person i support on patreon😊 alex is famous for his "y brillamos juntos" jegulus fanart, but - again - all his works are praised (rightfully so). he's also making an indepentent comic project about navigating your identity, past, future and present, being a young mexican trans person & it's consuming me daily, i once sent him a detailed description of its characters based on their zodiac signs lmao. would support him on patreon if i had enough money xxx @/meemoop is known for her cutest drarry comics & illustrations, & "the veiled boy" fanfiction which she writes and illustrates

@interstellar-jay - ao3 fic author that in my head is a celebrity (writing royalty) & the fact that they tag me in their posts sometimes feels surreal. again, got there for their writing, stayed for writing & personality both. their fic "how far will you go?" is a long jegulus one, canon divergent and stunningly written. i am so invested in those characters i cannot bring myself to finish the last chapter because what if angst? i cannot see them suffering more😭 it's been months & im still on the edge

@outromoonyy @cosmicsmoony - they both write and marauderpost original content a lot & i obviously love it. honey @/cosmicsmoony is the person pushing me to try to write so if i ever post it, she should take credit xx

@moonyswarmsweaters @what-would-sappho-do @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus @regregregulusblack @equippedtolove - fav marauders blogs, chaos, comfort & angst guaranteed. they tumblr marvellously. reg @/regregregulusblack is my favourite rp account. reg @/the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus is not an rp account & is also a part of a wild tumblr friendgroup. if you see any chaotic, multipart personal drama where you dont understand 1/3 of the words & it features one garden of runar account, that's reg's friends. i love the chaos but tbh i am not sure what i am a part of

@cosyfroggo @reallyrandombigirl @lettertovera - my favourite followers ily them so much<33 forever hunting argentinian remus fics with vera :p

@ghostcasket - the person behind The Hallmark Exes original story (where the story instead of the main clueless girls ™ focuses on two men who they left behind in the cities - Levi, one's [now ex] boyfriend of 4 years and fiancé, and Xavier, who was a boyfriend of 5 years and supposed to become a fiancé on christmas day). best turn of a bland and overdone trope ive ever seen, cheering him on in writing them some more!

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@indigostation @trstalks @rablovergirl @lurlurlurlurlur @z-eel - lovely blogs that i adore for their unhingedness, marauders nsfw royalty. indigo is the driving force behind moonwater and a tumblr celebrity (as are the rest of them. at least in their niche). be prepared for a ride with them (they are correct tho.) i cannot specify a single niche for each one of them because they exchange and prompt ideas between each other like a full time marauders nsfw company. zeel is the author of the pornstar polycule™ (moonwaterflowerkiller. dont jugde til you read). wild wild content that im here for

@until-the-house-shakes I AM SO SORRY, BACK WHEN I FOLLOWED YOU YOU AND MAE HAD PFP IN A SIMILAR COLOUR I THINK?? Anyways yeah i'm very sorry for confusing you two😣 you ARE one of my favourite blogs in here, though, so i'm keeping you here, if you'd let me. a writer, original content poster, author of the one and only marauders sm spider-man AU fic & trans reg getting out of an abusive relationship AU, @/until-the-house-shakes got my love for combining all of writing media to create loads of marauders content, and all of it is just wonderful. sfw & nsfw both. once again i apologise for the confusion 🙇 and i'm really glad you're back, even if this post didn't read like it😥❤️‍🩹

@anxiousthoughts365 - writes on ao3 and tumblr, both sfw and nsfw content. my lovely mutual, the first one xx i live for his drarry <33

and that's it from the top of my head! because yes, to be honest, im very fond of everyone i follow here <333

very sorry if i used someone's wrong name or pronouns! i dont remember all of those so if anything's wrong please tell me so i can fix it xxx

[makixroll]

hey! if you requests are open, can i ask an &team ot9 fluff of when reader is a college athlete and they get injured and &team takes care of them??? 🥹🥰💕

INJURY PT. 1 — &team hyung line ꣑ৎ

pairing . . . &team hyung line x reader

contents . . . fluff , established relationship , minor/major injuries mentioned , comfort , non-idol , college au , use of they/them pronouns + k will be referred as kei , not proofread .

message . . . omg !! tysm , this is my first req ever 💕 hope youll like it, anon! + im not an athlete and havent experienced any injuries so pls bare w me if i wrote smth wrong !! Thank u <3 also the maknaez + joyuma will be on pt. 2!

ᝰ KOGA YUDAI

as an athlete himself, kei's glad to have you as his significant other. Not only are you the best lover in the whole world, you're also a great athlete, and he can confidently say that you're in par with him. of course, that meant he wouldn't miss all of your competitions. even practices, he wouldn't miss watching you.

but maybe he should've listened to his gut telling him that he shouldn't let you practice for today. cause kei found himself running from the bleachers, his body thinking before his mind could, as he approached your form, clutching the foot that got hurt.

kei craddled your head in his arms as you cried because of the pain. he knew you couldn't handle any sort of pain, you'd even tear up when you get even a tiny scratch, let alone this, an injury. kei's mind was blanked, he didn't know what to do as he listens to your cries, the way you'd bury your head so deep into his chest like you wanted to hide there.

the others were already calling the medic that was by the sideline. kei never left your side even though the medics told him to move, and even if he wanted to, your hands were clutching so hard onto his shirt that it'll hurt his heart if he ever forced you to let him go.

instead, he held your head and gave you sweet kisses to places he can reach, whispering soft comforts as you cry, the medics already treating your foot before letting you go to the hospital to have it checked.

"it hurts, kei! it hurts so much, make it stop!" you wailed, your tears staining his white shirt. but he didn't care, all he cared about was you.

"i know baby, i know. don't worry, okay? they're treating it already. it'll all be okay." kei whispered softly, kissing your cheek, and then your forehead.

ᝰ MURATA FUMA

it was your soccer practice match against another university. sadly, despite wanting to, fuma couldn't attend the said practice match due to his conflicted schedule. (screw thesis for ruining his life.) so when he found out from your teammate that you got injured during the match, he felt guilty. guilty for not being there with you, guilty for not being able to help you when you needed him most. that's why you haven't attending your classes, why you kept declining his dates with an "i"m sick:(" excuse, and while he did offer to take care of you, you once again excused, "i don't wanna get you sick, mom's here so don't worry." now everything makes sense, cause you never, ever declined any of his offers.

And so, after finding out, fuma went straight to your dorm, skipping his last subject for the day since he couldn't focus at all even if he wanted to. along the way, he bought the necessities needed, as well as your favorite food and drink. he knocked on your door and was greeted by your roommate— the one who told him about your injury, she gladly lets fuma in, and gestured to the door of your room. Your roommate bid her good bye to your boyfriend and left, having somewhere else to be. fuma went to the kitchen first and started preparing the food that he bought for both you and him, after that, he entered your room quietly with food in his hand.

"na, i said i'm alright. stop worrying." you said, a chuckle leaving your lips as you didn't look up to see who it was, assuming that it was just your dormmate.

"It's me." fuma said, softly, which made you sit up from your bed, a quiet groan left your lips as you felt the ache of your foot.

"careful, love." your boyfriend said, rushing towards you as he placed down the food on your bedside table, his hand now placed on top of your head as he caressed your hair, the other one holding your hand in a soft manner.

"fuma—love, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to—" fuma shook his head and gave you a smile, stopping you from explaining yourself. he then helped you leaned against the bedframe, his hand holding your waist as he gave you a kiss on your forehead.

"it's okay, no need to explain. let me take care of you, okay love?"

ᝰ WANG YIXIANG

nicholas has been staying at your apartment ever since he found out you got injured—and how you tried to keep it a secret from him. he was sulky for the whole day, not talking to you, but still taking good care of you with an adorable pout present on his lips, quietly showing you that he's still upset, but loves you too much to resist taking care of you. you even had to kiss nicholas for more than ten times before he became smiley again.

so now here he was, a bowl of porridge in his hand as nicholas spoonfed you, a loving smile on his pretty face that you adore so much. it was evident that he loves taking care of you.

"nicho, baby, i'm only injured. my hands are still working perfectly." you said, rolling your eyes playfully at your boyfriend who could only give you a cheeky smile as he fed you another spoonful of porridge.

"i know, baby. i just like taking care of you." nicholas answered, taking the glass of water on the table as he brought the glass closer to your lips, his other hand placed just below your chin.

"now shut up and let me do this." nicholas said in a teasing way, which you rolled your eyes and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"okay, fine. i kinda do love it when your attention's all on me." you told him, admitting how you enjoyed the attention he's been giving you the past few days.

"are you feeling any better, baby?" nicholas asked, his tone so soft as if he's scared to break you.

nodding your head, you answered. "mhm, it doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"that's good to know, pretty baby. just tell me if something hurts, okay? or if you're not feeling well." he said, caressing your head as he leaned closer, his forehead now touching yours. a soft giggle escaped your lips as you nodded, closing your eyes to cherish this lovely moment.

ᝰ BYUN EUIJOO

euijoo didn't waste time as he immediately brought you to the infirmary after you fainted from the harsh impact on your head, he carried you in his arms, not caring the shouts or instructions given to him, he ran towards the infirmary instead. luck on his side as he saw the nurse wasn't busy.

the nurse immediately rushed towards you and euijoo, euijoo placed you down as the nurse started checking up on you. she told your boyfriend that it is better to bring you to the hospital to have your head examined, since an impact on the head is no joke, and could lead to something serious. that's when euijoo snapped out of his head, and finally started thinking straight.

which brought you two now, inside the hospital. you were immediately checked and examined by a doctor, which euijoo was glad. he never left your side, even when you were getting your head examined, he never left, he waited. euijoo waited until the results were back, and the doctor told him that you were lucky your head injury wasn't serious, and you'll be awake in a couple of hours.

even then, euijoo didn't leave you. he wanted to be there when you wake up. his hand holding yours, kissing it softly as his other hand caressed your hair. soon enough, your eyes fluttered open, the hospital lights blinding you, you slowly adjusted your eyes as you looked at your side.

you saw euijoo, head leaning on the small space of the hospital bed as you watched him breathe slowly, his eyes were shut, his bangs slowly falling on his face. you moved slowly, trying to sit up when your head started hurting a bit, a groan escaped your lips since you weren't prepared for it.

euijoo stirred awake, his eyes growing wide as he saw you were now awake. a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he brought his arms to your waist, wrapping it around them as he pulled you into a soft hug, his head buried on the sides of your hair.

"you're finally awake!" he exclaimed in relief.

"hi there, pretty boy. how's your sleep?" you asked in a teasing way.

"seriously, you fainted for half a day and that's the first thing you're gonna say?" euijoo said in disbelief, before chuckling to himself. at least he knows you're well enough to joke around.

[oracularvernacular]

the kitten and the corbillat

𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘶𝘴 (𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦) / 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢 (𝘥𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣)

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The girl sighed listlessly, crossing her legs nonchalantly as her hands were handcuffed and her waist tied to the back of the chair. “Honestly, I do not see the point of all… this. You’re the head of a crime syndicate, and I’m a twenty-four year old law student, what in fuck’s name would I do, scream ‘objection!’ until the damn doors opened? Please.” 

Sylus only arched a brow. “For someone who seemed so anxious, you’re taking this situation shockingly well.”

“Oh, believe me, I am the most anxious person I know. However, most of my anxiety comes from wanting to please others,” She pointed out. “You just kidnapped me. I don’t think anything could possibly trigger my need to please you.” 

“The fact that it can be triggered implies that you have a need to please me in the first place.”

“When I first saw you, maybe I did, but there’s something about being magically knocked unconscious and taken prisoner by someone that sort of puts a damper on our bond,” Monika deadpanned. 

“Mm. You’ve got a sharp tongue, kitten.”

“Not sharp enough to slit your throat, unfortunately.”

“You want your tongue on my skin that badly?”

“Are you legitimately flirting with me? While you are holding me captive against my will? I admit I have a kink or two but I assure you this isn’t one of them.” 

“Ah. A shame, I really thought I was onto something there.”

“Wow, that’s great! Good for you! But you weren’t. Now, whatever it is you have me tied to a chair for, do it and do it fast.” 

Sylus chuckled. “To the point it is, then. Miss Monika, you somehow managed to trespass into the N-109 zone. Why, and how.”

“It’s not my fault your passcodes were easy to hack.”

“It is your fault you even tried to hack them… and also, Onichynus software is the finest in Linkon.”

“Fine pile of garbage is what it is. I barely had to move my finger to break through that firewall. If you’re going to be the head of a criminal organization, at least make an effort to be good at it.”

Something ticked in his jaw. “Watch it, kitten.”

“I’ve been watching plenty, corbillat. And so has ‘Mephisto’. Don’t think I didn’t notice. Why do you think I always looked good on camera? 

“Because you have an attractive face?”

“There’s something called contour.”

“Which we wiped when you got here. A check to see if you disguised yourself.”

“Well, evidently I didn’t.”

He sighed. “Look, kitten. Just answer me. Why did you enter the N-109 zone?”

Monika blinked, then laughed. “I needed a good case to investigate for my final paper. The fraudulent dealings of your company seemed like a good place to start.”

Sylus paused, caught off guard. “You broke into the most highly guarded, dangerous location in the entirety of Linkon City and possibly further… for your fucking college thesis?”

The girl grinned in response. “But of course.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

all pics from pinterest

the amount of SHIT i had to go through finding similar art style pics for sylus and monika i even tried editing pics of caleb to look like monika. i hate my baka life. shimmy shimmy yai shimmy yay shimmy yah type shii anyways I WROTE HER SUPER SASSY HERE!!!! as she SHOULD BE. older monika is def too sleep deprived and high IQ to have her priorities straight miss girl is so the type of hoe to break into private property unwarranted to solve a case for extra credit (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

BTW!!! FOR THOSE WHO DON'T KNOW!! Corbillat means baby crow >:3

[harmonyrae]

Supernatural drabble:

"Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole."

Zayne chuckles as Sylus restarts the tape. The tape. Ancient, yet still operable. Sylus had gotten his Sylverno modified to ensure any music device could be used - tape, CD, AUX, he likes options.

The car roars as Sylus shifts gears, stepping on the gas to speed out of the gas station and onto the highway.

"You said this would be a quick trip. It's been nearly 6 hours, just tell me where we are going."

Zayne was damn near kidnapped from Akso, but when Sylus said those magic words...

"I think I found him. Keyword, think." Sylus repeats as he lowers the window to let in the cool October breeze.

"Yes, but where? Come on, Sy."

Sylus chuckles, Zayne hasn't called him that in years. It's like the good ole days...

"We crossed the border into Pennsylvania an hour ago." Zayne continues.

"We're almost there then." Sylus smirks.

He doesn't have to look over at Zayne to know he's getting glared at. Instead, he decides to sing along to the music pouring from the speakers.

"Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more, NO!"

Zayne definitely did not miss Sylus's off-key interpretations. He leans his head back and closes his eyes.

"You still remember how to speak Latin, right?"

Zayne keeps his eyes closed.

"I'm out of practice, but I still..." Zayne pauses, and Sylus clears his throat. "Sylus?"

"Yea?"

"Why are you asking?"

Sylus shrugs, but his eye twitches ever so slightly. Of course, Zayne catches it.

"Sylus! We've been hunting a shape-shifter, not a demon. Why would I need to--"

"Because a demon may have given me the information, and we may have to exorcize him before he finalizes my contract." Sylus interrupts.

"WHAT THE FUCK SYLUS?!" Zayne screeches.

"The intel is solid. I found articles to back it up. A shape-shifter is targeting young women in a small town just outside of Philly. Same M.O. as the fucker who--"

"Don't! Don't..." Zayne cuts him off. "Sylus, please tell me you didn't offer your soul."

Sylus smiles, that all-too-familiar shit-eating grin that can only mean one thing.

"You'd think demons would have put up a memo about you by now. 'Don't trust the asshole with white hair offering his soul! He doesn't have one to begin with!' I swear..." Zayne pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Hey! I have a soul, I just know how to get out of a contract. With my bestie at my side, quoting an exorcism like he wrote it himself, I'm never worried."

"You should be. How have you survived these past few years without me?"

"I made do. You just had to go and play doctor instead of sticking with me. Be honest, what's more fun? Surgery or hunting?"

"I'm not playing. I earned my degree. And I love being a doctor, I'm good at it."

"You're also good at killing what goes bump in the night." Sylus counters.

Sylus slows down and signals to pull into the parking lot of an old motel. The sign flickers occasionally, but the vacancy sign is bright. Zayne crosses his arms and watches Sylus run inside to get a room. When he returns, he tosses a keycard to Zayne and finds a parking spot closer to the door.

Once settled into their rather dingy room, Sylus finally shows Zayne the articles he found. He leans back in his chair as he polishes his pistol, letting Zayne read over the material.

"You're right. This could be him." Zayne says quietly, closing the laptop.

Sylus flicks the gun to close the chamber. The clicks as it spins send tingles down Zayne's spine. Sylus looks up at him with a grim smile.

"Time to find the fucker who killed your wife."

(The dynamic is too good. I'm drooling...)

I'm still struggling to write more than a few sentences, but I'm coming up with so many ideas for fics... It's ridiculous...

Still working on Vow, part 2 of the Regency series & I need to write Caleb period smut to complete the collection. But, there are 2 edits I made that are living RENT free in my head atm and I need to write an outline for at least one of them.

Which one would you want to see me write first?

Last of Us AU - zombies, heavy evol usage, possibly romance (harem style tehe), Zayne is searching for a cure (of course), Sylus is thriving in chaos (of course x2)

Supernatural AU - myths & legends, Dean Winchester coded Sylus, Sam Winchester coded Zayne, not snowcrow romance wise but they besties (not brothers), no evol usage, lots of humor, maybe random romances with people they're helping, lots of humor and then a sprinkle of angst

I will probably end up writing both, but need to know where to start. Vote pls? You dah bestest. Tanks.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 gets to vote first, smile.

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[danieyells]

"Lulu~!" Taiga called out cheerily as the doors to the VIP room were pulled closed behind him. Romeo glared up over the corner of one of his security laptops at the sudden intrusion, but he couldn't truly be angry at his underlings for letting Taiga in without question. No matter their factions, Taiga was Captain at the end of the day and they all listened to him. Except Romeo, of course.

"What is it now." He returned his eyes to the Eyes In The Sky on his screen, carefully monitoring the cameras for any foul play. Despite that he was paying close attention to everything happening, somehow what Taiga said next was a surprise.

"Ran out of cash again!" The boss laughed, throwing himself carelessly onto the couch nearest Romeo, as he snapped his head towards him with fury in his eyes. Taiga only grinned in response. "Gimme some more money and I'll pay you back, eeeh, before tomorrow morning!"

"Are you serious, you BTH!?" How Taiga's luck worked never really crossed Romeo's mind--he assumed it was part of his stigma or his pact--but he knew he was being honest about getting the money back to him eventually as Taiga always wound up with more than enough. It didn't make his frivolity regarding wealth any less annoying however. "How did you lose all of it!?"

"Gyahaha! If you keep yelling like that, your pretty voice's gonna get all raspy, Lulu!" As if paranoid, Romeo reached for the drink on the table. "You've been watching the cameras, you shouldn't have to ask me how I lost. That's just how gambling is. You win some you lose some."

"Why should I give you more money if you're just going to lose it all!?"

"Because you know I'll make it all back." He wasn't wrong. He always paid back what he owed, usually with interest Romeo hadn't even asked for. Taiga put his arms behind his head and made himself comfortable, watching Romeo try and bring some semblance of calm to himself before he started getting wrinkles. "You know I don't lose in the long run."

"And what happens when you don't." Romeo sounded tired. He returned his attention to the cameras, not wanting to be distracted. "What happens when someday you lose it all and I'm not there to give you more?"

Taiga rolled over, resting his cheek on his hand. His eyes never left Romeo's face. "All you've gotta do to make money in this world is get your hands a little dirty."

His sharp grin widened as Romeo cringed. "I'd prefer not to have to get dirty at all."

Taiga reached a hand out towards Romeo's scrunched brow, to which Romeo leaned far out of his reach, judging his filthy hand. "That's what you've got me for, Lulu." He took his hand back and smiled at him. It was almost gentle, as sweet a smile as someone as vicious as Taiga could manage.

"I'm here so your pretty hands can stay pretty and clean." Taiga crossed his arms under his chin, resting them on the armrest. "I made you a casino so people would hand you everything they've got for a chance at fortune, and so you could see people who judged you feel just as bad as you did when you lost everything. You've got me so you'll never lose everything again, not for long."

". . .and why do you do all of that?" Why do all of that for someone he fights and terrorizes and hurts and hasn't gotten along with for months, if not a year? Why do all of this, saying it's for him, then give him more problems? Taiga's sweet smile turned toothy again. It was still a little sweet even with the row of fangs in his mouth.

"I do all this so someday I come home--to my own place, not to this place--" Taiga scooched closer to Romeo, draping his arms over the arm of the couch to loll comfortably. Romeo glanced at him to make sure he wouldn't try and touch him again before returning his gaze to the EITS. "I come home, a mess of blood and shreds of someone else's life. And you look up and tell me to stop tracking blood on your floor."

Romeo blinked and looked back at his grinning captain. ". . .why am I there?"

"And I drop a stack of cash in front of you and you stop being mad for long enough to say 'good job, BTH. Your dinner's in the kitchen BTW.'"

"This little story of yours sounds one trip to Mortkranken away from me being KU."

". . .'Knocked up?'" Taiga cackled after giving the acronym a thought. "Gyahaha! I mean if that's all it takes to get you to sleep with me, we could go to Mortkranken right now and take the rest of the week off!"

"It's Sunday."

"It'll be a long week." Taiga rolled over again, and Romeo snapped at him for putting his shoes on the couch. He was ignored, as always. "You wouldn't be the one cooking, by the way. You pay people to cook and clean. With the money I give you."

"And the Institute?"

"Eh. Jin calls me if he needs something or someone dead. Sometimes I still help out because anomalies taste better than just about anything else I can eat."

"And what's the timeline for this little prediction of yours? If that WNP is in charge it must be a ways off."

"Not sure yet. Just making my plans for the future." The ideal future. One he won't want to abandon. It won't be this one, he's pretty sure. But it's nice to think about.

"And what exactly am I doing in this future?"

"Whatever you want, Lulu!"

"And you think I want to spend the rest of my life with you!?"

"I think you'll want the sure thing. And you and I both know I can be the sure thing. And I don't think anyone else will be able to afford," Taiga rubs his fingers together to emphasize the monetary meaning, "to give you the life you want without asking for anything in return."

Romeo watched Taiga silently, trying to banish a blush from his face. Taiga watched the EITS, occasionally criticizing the choices of customers, the behavior of dealers, and the casino overall, insisting Romeo make changes he knew he wasn't listening to.

The distant thought of returning to a carefree and wealthy life like in his youth, the only payment he had to make being that he would see Taiga every day, didn't sound bad at all. The only bad part(aside from that he would ultimately be relying on Taiga of course) was that it sounded like Taiga imagined him staying home all day.

He didn't particularly want to work hard--he would happily lean into the brand influencer lifestyle, or perhaps become a socialite and do nothing but attend parties and events(the thought of attending an Institute event and matching fake smiles with Jin for photos crossed his mind making his eye twitch--perhaps not that)--but he couldn't imagine himself not getting restless after a while.

Perhaps he would find a creative outlet--get into fashion design maybe--or. . . .

He imagined himself doing what he does now. An unassuming front business hiding illegal activities. Perhaps he wouldn't have to handle the more sensitive things himself, in such an ideal world--Taiga would give him trustworthy people who would dirty their hands at his command--but the ones with debts would grovel at his feet and be at his mercy nonetheless.

The thought of losing everything again crashed the rising high of this shared daydream.

". . .There are no sure things." He finally sighed, trying to get a grip on what he'd missed on the cameras while zoned out. "Least of all with money. And gambling."

"Yeah, yeah." Taiga agreed, of course. Anyone in their line of work would have to know how fragile wealth and power were. "But do you really think I won't be able to make back what I'm asking for? C'mon, help your boss out~!"

"You already lost everything I gave you!" Taiga laughed and admitted that was true. Nonetheless, Romeo pulled his wallet out of his pocket and fetched a decent amount of yen to offer to him. "Your interest is double the total. Per day!"

"I'll give you triple by tomorrow afternoon!" Taiga cheered, hopping up and snatching Romeo's whole wallet and heading out the doors before he could do more than aim his rifle at him in protest. "Thanks, Lulu~!"

"YOU BTH, GET BACK HERE--!" Romeo yelled after him, slamming a fist into the table and starting to rise. He grit his teeth, hearing Taiga laugh through the slammed VIP room doors, but didn't want to abandon the cameras in case there was more trouble than Taiga out there. Tucking the intended loan away in his pocket, he watched Taiga exchange a large amount of his money for chips and make his way to a table and put a stack down and play. He cursed his name and resumed security, occasionally glancing at wherever he caught Taiga's red head, counting the chips as they increased with every win.

By the time it was time for him to take a break(watching screens all day would do terrible things to his eyes, for one thing) and a certain 'BB' had arrived to keep an eye on the cameras for him, Taiga had made enough to pay him back. His luck was the only somewhat reliable part of him.

He kept playing anyway, perhaps set on that triple repayment. Taiga didn't think of money as strictly as Romeo did--he made it, he threw it away, if he lost it the biggest problem was hearing Romeo complain, not having no money. Romeo envied that lackadaisical mindset. Once upon a time he felt similarly--money was something to be spent, and he would always have it.

Taiga had no problem getting money one way or another, even if Romeo wasn't fond of his methods.

If not for Darkwick he'd likely never have to borrow a cent from Romeo.

Taiga's little fantasy crossed his mind again, the idea that he was the closest to a 'sure thing' Romeo could safely get. Of a life as cushy and privileged as he could want, his only payment that he would have to deal with Taiga for the rest of Taiga's life(because he most certainly would outlive that buffoon.) Essentially the sugar baby of a yakuza.

Well, sugars didn't usually live with and care for the houses of their benefactors.

He'd jokingly called the imaginary future version of himself a housewife, but that was the closest thing he could imagine between them in such a scenario.

That Taiga would be his Blundering Thoughtless Husband.

He slammed his hand in frustration against the bar, cursing Taiga's name and finishing his drink before demanding the laughing Rui make him another.

"It really is good to hear about you guys spending time together again, though!" Rui chimed, sliding Romeo his spritz. He hadn't told him the whole story though, just that Taiga had taken his wallet but he had enough to pay. "It's like all's right in the world when you two are together, y'know? You were together when we all got here, so it doesn't feel right having you apart!"

Somehow that only made him feel more embarrassed. Him being with Taiga being right.

It had always felt right.

Taiga had also proved right about his gambling, passing Romeo his wallet and several stacks of ¥10,000 notes when the vice captain returned to Sinostra a little tipsy, before making his way to the depths of the ship where his own room was, complaining to one of his guards about being hungry again.

Romeo counted it once he'd returned to his own room. Exactly what had been in his wallet times three.

A shower and a lengthy bedtime beauty routine later, and Romeo lied in bed, drifting off after a long day.

He hated it when Taiga was right.

But he hoped Taiga might be somewhat right about a better future.

[innytoes]

Happy birthday, @onlygenxhere!

Julie groped for her alarmclock, trying to get the steady beep-beeping to shut up. Her head was killing her.

But instead of her alarm clock, her hand hit something warm, that yelped. She pried her eyes open, squinting confusedly at the - admittedly cute - guy she'd apparently just smacked in the face.

This wasn't her room. And she was pretty sure it wasn't his either, given how he was sitting in a chair next to the bed, his head seemingly pillowed on his arms until Julie had so rudely smacked him awake.

The beeping continued, and she looked around.

Oh. Hospital. That was a heart monitor.

"What happened?" she asked.

"So um, you remember how you were about to go on at Open Mic Night at Eats and Beats?" the cute boy asked her.

She nodded. She hadn't even told anyone about it, too worried she would chicken out like she had done for the last three years.

"Well, I was kind of showing off a guitar trick to an audience member and didn't realise you were behind me and um... I-kind-of-brained you-in-the-head-and-knocked-you-unconcious-I'm-so-sorry," the guy blurted out. He looked really, really guilty. "I got you flowers and a get well balloon and a cute plush bunny because they didn't have any bears that said 'Sorry I knocked you out' so..."

Julie blinked at him. Maybe it was the concussion, or maybe it was that he was very cute... or maybe it was the early morning light streaming through the windows. "You stayed by a stranger's bedside all night?" she asked. The boy stopped rambling, then nodded.

"Well, since I kind of just smacked you, we're even," Julie decided. "Though maybe you can buy me some breakfast when I get out of here."

The boy's smile was hesitant, and relieved, and beautiful. "Deal. I'm Luke."

"Julie."

[i-havenothingelsetopost]

genuine question, do you like maths?? i have a vague feeling i saw your post of tags or something that said something about it but i cannot figure out if it was in fact you or if it was even positive ahahah

Yeah that was me! I don't go looking for math problems, but when I happen to do them, I tend to enjoy it. Wasn't always this way — elementary school math was about speed and memorization and I hated that — but I had a really good teacher in upper secondary school, and it became about creative problem solving. It feels the same as writing a poem in meter or managing to untangle a really bad knot in a ball of yarn.

[twilight-deviant]

"Let's Not Pretend (To Be New Men)" is such a FiskMatt Born Again song to me.

You can change your shirt Scrape off the grime and the dirt Walk by the mirrors, don't look at yourself And pull all your sinister ways from the shelf 'Cause you did what you did And you did it so well Say that you won't, but you'll do it again If they could not trust you before Then they won't trust you now So don't repent Don't be sorry now for your sins And let's not pretend to be new men

I weep over the raw and unrealized potential of Fisk and Matt trying to be the "better version" of themselves and inevitably failing. BA didn't go hard enough with pushing how desperate they were to not revert. There were a few scenes of frustration and surrender, but I'm saying we needed deep, aching themes of earnest resistance and melancholic regret. We needed longer, lingering scenes of them deliberating over these choices, and then bargaining with themselves that it was a "one time thing" when they failed. We needed compounding consequences every time they stumbled, until they felt trapped in a corner by their own actions, no way out but through. Coming back into their own should have felt less like a writing conclusion (A to B) and more like an unavoidable prophecy, a quicksand trap they were always going to fall into, despite fighting every descent. Again, I know they wrote some moments for this, but it was all about the factual "this action is happening," not the emotional fallout. The human agony of losing (to themselves) is so glossed over, if it's brought up at all. (Especially for Fisk.)

Fisk and Matt are weak men who couldn't keep a promise to themselves, let alone loved ones. But their becomings are portrayed as a position of strength at the end. No, it's utter failure.

They failed.

I do also think another good/dark direction would have been if the audience were made aware of other options they had at every turn, but Fisk and Matt lie to themselves because they don't want to see those. They want to be their true selves again and therefore develop tunnel vision against every better choice.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

its so important to me that you know how much ive already cried over this wip and its literally only been two days

[archaeren]

How I learned to write smarter, not harder

(aka, how to write when you're hella ADHD lol)

A reader commented on my current long fic asking how I write so well. I replied with an essay of my honestly pretty non-standard writing advice (that they probably didn't actually want lol) Now I'm gonna share it with you guys and hopefully there's a few of you out there who will benefit from my past mistakes and find some useful advice in here. XD Since I started doing this stuff, which are all pretty easy changes to absorb into your process if you want to try them, I now almost never get writer's block.

The text of the original reply is indented, and I've added some additional commentary to expand upon and clarify some of the concepts.

As for writing well, I usually attribute it to the fact that I spent roughly four years in my late teens/early 20s writing text roleplay with a friend for hours every single day. Aside from the constant practice that provided, having a live audience immediately reacting to everything I wrote made me think a lot about how to make as many sentences as possible have maximum impact so that I could get that kind of fun reaction. (Which is another reason why comments like yours are so valuable to fanfic writers! <3) The other factors that have improved my writing are thus: 1. Writing nonlinearly. I used to write a whole story in order, from the first sentence onward. If there was a part I was excited to write, I slogged through everything to get there, thinking that it would be my reward once I finished everything that led up to that. It never worked. XD It was miserable. By the time I got to the part I wanted to write, I had beaten the scene to death in my head imagining all the ways I could write it, and it a) no longer interested me and b) could not live up to my expectations because I couldn't remember all my ideas I'd had for writing it. The scene came out mediocre and so did everything leading up to it. Since then, I learned through working on VN writing (I co-own a game studio and we have some visual novels that I write for) that I don't have to write linearly. If I'm inspired to write a scene, I just write it immediately. It usually comes out pretty good even in a first draft! But then I also have it for if I get more ideas for that scene later, and I can just edit them in. The scenes come out MUCH stronger because of this. And you know what else I discovered? Those scenes I slogged through before weren't scenes I had no inspiration for, I just didn't have any inspiration for them in that moment! I can't tell you how many times there was a scene I had no interest in writing, and then a week later I'd get struck by the perfect inspiration for it! Those are scenes I would have done a very mediocre job on, and now they can be some of the most powerful scenes because I gave them time to marinate. Inspiration isn't always linear, so writing doesn't have to be either!

Some people are the type that joyfully write linearly. I have a friend like this--she picks up the characters and just continues playing out the next scene. Her story progresses through the entire day-by-day lives of the characters; it never timeskips more than a few hours. She started writing and posting just eight months ago, she's about an eighth of the way through her planned fic timeline, and the content she has so far posted to AO3 for it is already 450,000 words long. But most of us are normal humans. We're not, for the most part, wired to create linearly. We consume linearly, we experience linearly, so we assume we must also create linearly. But actually, a lot of us really suffer from trying to force ourselves to create this way, and we might not even realize it. If you're the kind of person who thinks you need to carrot-on-a-stick yourself into writing by saving the fun part for when you finally write everything that happens before it: Stop. You're probably not a linear writer. You're making yourself suffer for no reason and your writing is probably suffering for it. At least give nonlinear writing a try before you assume you can't write if you're not baiting or forcing yourself into it!! Remember: Writing is fun. You do this because it's fun, because it's your hobby. If you're miserable 80% of the time you're doing it, you're probably doing it wrong!

2. Rereading my own work. I used to hate reading my own work. I wouldn't even edit it usually. I would write it and slap it online and try not to look at it again. XD Writing nonlinearly forced me to start rereading because I needed to make sure scenes connected together naturally and it also made it easier to get into the headspace of the story to keep writing and fill in the blanks and get new inspiration. Doing this built the editing process into my writing process--I would read a scene to get back in the headspace, dislike what I had written, and just clean it up on the fly. I still never ever sit down to 'edit' my work. I just reread it to prep for writing and it ends up editing itself. Many many scenes in this fic I have read probably a dozen times or more! (And now, I can actually reread my own work for enjoyment!) Another thing I found from doing this that it became easy to see patterns and themes in my work and strengthen them. Foreshadowing became easy. Setting up for jokes or plot points became easy. I didn't have to plan out my story in advance or write an outline, because the scenes themselves because a sort of living outline on their own. (Yes, despite all the foreshadowing and recurring thematic elements and secret hidden meanings sprinkled throughout this story, it actually never had an outline or a plan for any of that. It's all a natural byproduct of writing nonlinearly and rereading.)

Unpopular writing opinion time: You don't need to make a detailed outline.

Some people thrive on having an outline and planning out every detail before they sit down to write. But I know for a lot of us, we don't know how to write an outline or how to use it once we've written it. The idea of making one is daunting, and the advice that it's the only way to write or beat writer's block is demoralizing. So let me explain how I approach "outlining" which isn't really outlining at all.

I write in a Notion table, where every scene is a separate table entry and the scene is written in the page inside that entry. I do this because it makes writing nonlinearly VASTLY more intuitive and straightforward than writing in a single document. (If you're familiar with Notion, this probably makes perfect sense to you. If you're not, imagine something a little like a more contained Google Sheets, but every row has a title cell that opens into a unique Google Doc when you click on it. And it's not as slow and clunky as the Google suite lol) (Edit from the future: I answered an ask with more explanation on how I use Notion for non-linear writing here.) When I sit down to begin a new fic idea, I make a quick entry in the table for every scene I already know I'll want or need, with the entries titled with a couple words or a sentence that describes what will be in that scene so I'll remember it later. Basically, it's the most absolute bare-bones skeleton of what I vaguely know will probably happen in the story.

Then I start writing, wherever I want in the list. As I write, ideas for new scenes and new connections and themes will emerge over time, and I'll just slot them in between the original entries wherever they naturally fit, rearranging as necessary, so that I won't forget about them later when I'm ready to write them. As an example, my current long fic started with a list of roughly 35 scenes that I knew I wanted or needed, for a fic that will probably be around 100k words (which I didn't know at the time haha). As of this writing, it has expanded to 129 scenes. And since I write them directly in the page entries for the table, the fic is actually its own outline, without any additional effort on my part. As I said in the comment reply--a living outline!

This also made it easier to let go of the notion that I had to write something exactly right the first time. (People always say you should do this, but how many of us do? It's harder than it sounds! I didn't want to commit to editing later! I didn't want to reread my work! XD) I know I'm going to edit it naturally anyway, so I can feel okay giving myself permission to just write it approximately right and I can fix it later. And what I found from that was that sometimes what I believed was kind of meh when I wrote it was actually totally fine when I read it later! Sometimes the internal critic is actually wrong. 3. Marinating in the headspace of the story. For the first two months I worked on [fic], I did not consume any media other than [fandom the fic is in]. I didn't watch, read, or play anything else. Not even mobile games. (And there wasn't really much fan content for [fandom] to consume either. Still isn't, really. XD) This basically forced me to treat writing my story as my only source of entertainment, and kept me from getting distracted or inspired to write other ideas and abandon this one.

As an aside, I don't think this is a necessary step for writing, but if you really want to be productive in a short burst, I do highly recommend going on a media consumption hiatus. Not forever, obviously! Consuming media is a valuable tool for new inspiration, and reading other's work (both good and bad, as long as you think critically to identify the differences!) is an invaluable resource for improving your writing.

When I write, I usually lay down, close my eyes, and play the scene I'm interested in writing in my head. I even take a ten-minute nap now and then during this process. (I find being in a state of partial drowsiness, but not outright sleepiness, makes writing easier and better. Sleep helps the brain process and make connections!) Then I roll over to the laptop next to me and type up whatever I felt like worked for the scene. This may mean I write half a sentence at a time between intervals of closed-eye-time XD

People always say if you're stuck, you need to outline.

What they actually mean by that (whether they realize it or not) is that if you're stuck, you need to brainstorm. You need to marinate. You don't need to plan what you're doing, you just need to give yourself time to think about it!

What's another framing for brainstorming for your fic? Fantasizing about it! Planning is work, but fantasizing isn't.

You're already fantasizing about it, right? That's why you're writing it. Just direct that effort toward the scenes you're trying to write next! Close your eyes, lay back, and fantasize what the characters do and how they react.

And then quickly note down your inspirations so you don't forget, haha.

And if a scene is so boring to you that even fantasizing about it sucks--it's probably a bad scene.

If it's boring to write, it's going to be boring to read. Ask yourself why you wanted that scene. Is it even necessary? Can you cut it? Can you replace it with a different scene that serves the same purpose but approaches the problem from a different angle? If you can't remove the troublesome scene, what can you change about it that would make it interesting or exciting for you to write?

And I can't write sitting up to save my damn life. It's like my brain just stops working if I have to sit in a chair and stare at a computer screen. I need to be able to lie down, even if I don't use it! Talking walks and swinging in a hammock are also fantastic places to get scene ideas worked out, because the rhythmic motion also helps our brain process. It's just a little harder to work on a laptop in those scenarios. XD

In conclusion: Writing nonlinearly is an amazing tool for kicking writer's block to the curb. There's almost always some scene you'll want to write. If there isn't, you need to re-read or marinate.

Or you need to use the bathroom, eat something, or sleep. XD Seriously, if you're that stuck, assess your current physical condition. You might just be unable to focus because you're uncomfortable and you haven't realized it yet.

Anyway! I hope that was helpful, or at least interesting! XD Sorry again for the text wall. (I think this is the longest comment reply I've ever written!)

And same to you guys on tumblr--I hope this was helpful or at least interesting. XD Reblogs appreciated if so! (Maybe it'll help someone else!)

[tojisbbg]

gang baby

❝she told you she celibate, but she told me i can nail her shit!❞

♡ sylus, caleb, rafayel, zayne, xavier ♡

sypnosis: you're just a girl. yeah, you can't decide between five hot LI's presented to you in the popular otome game, love and deepspace, but that's okay. who said you can't have them all? literally.

wc: 11k (lots of smut beware)

a/n: valentines day special!! guys, don't question it, ok? i wrote this with my whole pussy. ok bai. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3

content: all lads LI's x fem!reader (yes, you read right), gangbang, slight plot, reader gets transported in lads universe, smut (no details, find out hehe), all acts are consensual, not edited. disclaimer: not based off tomorrow's catch-22!!

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

"fuck!" you yelled out in frustration, chucking your phone off your bed as the poor device fell on the floor with a loud thud. you could hear your best friend giggling from your laptop, making you shoot her a sharp glare.

"shut up." you sneer, but it only fueled her laughter more.

"damn, infold really hates you, bro." she pokes further at your miserable failure, making your shoulders slump in defeat as you grumble.

"i can't believe it. i've been grinding for two months straight to save up fifteen thousand diamonds for the valentines day banner! i was sure i'd pull them all, and you're telling me i only got two out of the five?? this is a fucking joke." you ranted, making your friend hum as she understood your anger.

"yeah, i'd be mad as hell too. but hey, at least you got sylus and caleb. just watch the rest on twitter or something." your best friend tried to comfort you, but it only made you pout.

"but i want them all." you sulked, making her roll her eyes.

"you're such a whore." she sighed, making you grin.

"duh, why choose one when i can have them all." you nonchalantly responded.

"yeah, yeah, forgot you had no shame." she shook her head in disbelief.

"man, i don't know what else to do. i literally milked the game dry, there's no other way i can get more diamonds for more pulls before the event ends. this is so unfair." you whined, fingers tangled in your hair.

"you can always-"

"no. i'm not giving those greedy hoes my money." you cut off her suggestion, your tone stern.

you were a poor college student who worked part-time at a stationery supply store (living the aesthetic life while crying over classes and fictional men); money's tight, and you're not about to spend hundreds on this because you know it'd become a horrible habit sooner or later.

despite being broke, your spending habits were outrageous.

"yeah girl, then i don't know what to tell ya. i'm chilling with my rafayel card. oh shit, it's almost three in the morning, bitch. we have class tomorrow, go to sleep." she yawned tiredly.

"you're leaving me just like that? after i went through so much pain and trauma? is this how deep our ten years of friendship runs? just say you hate me and want me to die a slow painful death." you dramatically rambled, making your best friend rub her temple in faux annoyance as she groaned at your stupidity.

"when i see you tomorrow, i'm gonna slap you. goodnight, hoe." with that, she hung up.

you closed the lid of your laptop and placed it on charge, stretching before standing up to go pick up your phone. you noticed the small cracks on your screen as you walked back to your bed.

you unlocked your phone, noticing how the lads server kicked you out. you exited the app, clicking on it again as you were met with caleb's face.

so l-long for longe-ge-... before fa-fa...dust

so long for-for-.... fading-fa..-dus..

so-so...lo...ng-..fading...

your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the app glitch horribly, the audio was choppy and produced crackling noises. the graphics were disoriented and there was a pop-up notification saying you needed to upgrade your memory.

you could feel your irritation rise once again, getting tired of this shit as you decided to deal with it tomorrow or something. however, every time you tried to exit the app, it wouldn't let you.

your phone literally froze.

"great. just fucking great." you sarcastically murmured.

not only did you not get the limited cards you wanted, you were broke (in the real world and in lads), you're screwed for your morning classes and your phone is currently on its last breath.

also, you were hungry as fuck right now, craving for some five guys.

"fuck this." you sighed in defeat, settling your phone next to you before laying down to sleep. you figured that eventually your phone would turn off once the battery died, so until then you just turned to the other side and ignored the device.

soon enough, fatigue took over your body as you were slipping away into a deep slumber.

unaware, your phone screen turned off momentarily, before flickering on once again as the screen crackled and glitched before stopping.

data retrieval complete, memory upgrade...

successful.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

you stirred in your sleep, eyebrows pinched together as you felt a cold breeze run across the bare skin of your thighs and arms.

nonetheless, you don't remember leaving your window open, it was the middle of february. you groaned, eyes still shut tight as your hand reached down, trying to locate your blanket.

"comfortable, sweetie?" you heard an oddly familiar, deep voice suddenly speak.

did someone break into your house? and why the hell did your mattress feel so hard and cold?

your eyes shot open, adjusting your blurry vision as you realized you were not in your bedroom. you were laying on the cold, dirt ground and it made you panic.

you helplessly sat up and noticed the long pair of legs in front of your body, making you look up as you saw the towering figure of a man. the night sky was dark, making it hard for you to make out his face.

"who are you? and what the hell am i doing out here?" you asked, but your voice barely came out as a whisper.

a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, before he bent down to come eye-level with you. as soon as you met the bright, ruby red orbs of his foxy eyes; your jaw dropped in horror.

no. fucking. way.

"shouldn't i be the one asking you those questions, sweetie?" sylus smirked, head tilting as he keenly watched your facial expressions.

"you're not real. i'm dreaming, yeah, just a dream that feels too real." you blurt out, a breathy laugh scratching your dry throat, trying to calm yourself from freaking out as your heart leaped to your chest when he directly looked at you.

"a dream, you say? hmph, you're a strange one." he shook his head before grabbing your wrist, bringing your palm to his lips. the warmth of his rough hands, which were definitely double the size of yours, made you shiver due to the contrast of your cold ones. he bit the side of your palm before gently sucking on it, making you jolt from the sudden sensation.

sylus watched you with pure amusement glinting in his eyes.

"you're like a scared little kitten, so expressive." sylus commented, making you swallow harshly.

well, this definitely was not a dream, thanks to sylus's help for that confirmation.

but the question was.... how the hell did you end up here?

suddenly, there was rustling in the distance, making his eyes twitch as he became alert. sylus slightly shifted closer to you, now scanning the area for the intruder.

"miss bodyguard?" with a dramatic gasp, you heard rushed footsteps approach you. it was hard to miss the hues of indigo, pinks and blues in his eyes along with the striking dusky purple hair that was a little more visible thanks to the moonlight.

"r...rafayel?" it felt odd saying his name out loud, it almost made you feel a little schizophrenic.

just a bit.

"duh, who else would it be? what are you doing here in the N-109 zone at this hour. also, the hell are you wearing? so not creative or fashionable." rafayel questioned, of course, not forgetting to throw in his snarky little insults along with it.

"what's wrong with what i'm wearing?" you glared at him.

"it's the middle of february and you're dressed like it's a hundred degrees outside." the lemurian smirked down at you.

you cursed at yourself for going to bed in shorts and a thin shirt. well, to be fair, it's a cute snoopy set. also, who in the hell could've predicted this to happen!?

"she wanted to have a little sleepover with the wanderers that lurk around here." the dragon teased, making your face heat up.

"i did not." you mumbled under your breath.

"uh-huh, you're not really in the position to defend that claim." rafayel egged further.

"whatever, what are you doing here? you usually don't go out of your way to come to the N-109 zone." you tried to change the subject, remembering from his anecdotes that he usually has third party people as his "networks" to gain intel.

"just some business you shouldn't sweat your pretty little head over, cutie. but, you know, we should really talk about what your business is with the leader of onychinus." he cocked an eyebrow, his eyes flickering between you and sylus.

"it's nothing, uh, i don't even know him." you chuckled nervously, making sylus look at you with a sharp look.

"is that so, kitten? you wound me. and here i thought we had something more than just... acquaintances. i guess those nights of naughty touches, kisses and naked glances mean nothing to you, right?" sylus shamelessly bullet-pointed, his tone dropping an octave lower as your cheeks grew warm.

on the other hand, rafayel's eyes widened at the revelation.

"you fucked the leader of onychinus?! woah, woah, woah, pause. what about everything that happened between us?? we had sex in my bathtub, the hotel and don't forget-" he was flabbergasted, only to be cut off by sylus.

"you were messing around with this half-baked fish, sweetie? i'm disappointed in your taste. if you planned on two-timing, you could've selected a better opponent for me. this is just... offensive." he snarked, his red eyes beaming with irritation as he looked at rafayel, who's face grew dark from his brash words.

"what did you say to me, you fucking crow? half-baked fish? i'm the god of tides, a majestic lemurian. you dare to speak to me like that?" rafayel's voice became husky, languid footsteps towards the other man.

"h-hey, hey, let's all calm down. there's a very logical and reasonable explanation, i swear." you tried to mediate between them, but it didn't seem like they planned on giving a flying shit about what you had to say any time soon.

"y/n? there you are. i've been blowin' up your phone for hours. thought a wanderer got to you and i got worried about how i'd pay the rent by myself." xavier walked from the shadows, his words laced with a gentle joke as he approached you and the other two men.

holy fuck, this was not good.

"and who are you guys?" the ash-blonde male asked, eyes narrowing before looking down at you.

"xavier." you meeked, not even knowing what to say anymore.

"why are you seeing other guys, y/n? am i not enough? you know i don't like it when you hide things from me. i thought you learned your lesson after i punished you for choosing lumiere over me." xavier now towered over you, his voice laced with envy as you gulped.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

"xavier, i promise i can explain. this is all just a-" you tried to somehow pull an excuse out of your ass, but your brain was fogging up.

"pipsqueak?"

"y/n? what an odd place to be at during such an odd hour, you left your patient copy in my office."

two other figures emerged from the sides, making your eyes close in disbelief, wishing that you could somehow disappear from the face of earth right now.

why the fuck are they all here.

at the same time.

"you've got to be kidding me." you covered your face with the palm of your hands.

"caleb? i thought you were dead." zayne spoke in a monotone, glancing at his childhood friend.

"wow, i missed you too, zayne." caleb rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his words. however, the small spark of tension barely lasted before caleb looked back at you.

"care to explain why you're in such a dangerous zone at this time? you know you can't hide from me, pipsqueak. what connections do you have here? who are you seeing? was locking you up in the attic not enough for you?" caleb lectured, his voice gruff before zayne decided to add on to the fire.

"you're utterly reckless, your heart condition isn't getting any better." zayned pushed the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

all five on them now circled you, bickering and arguing with each other along with bombarding you with questions. you balled your fists in annoyance and frustration.

"shut up! oh my fucking god, i don't know, okay?! i don't know how i ended up here, so stop asking me. fuckin' hell, i can't even get a moment to breathe or think because all of you little shits won't shut up for a second!" you snapped as you stood up, making all of them look at you with surprised eyes.

you gulped, feeling a little cornered as you have five insanely tall, broad and buff men look down at you; like helpless prey.

caleb was the first person to break the momentary silence, grabbing your arm to pull you towards him.

"let's go home, pipsqueak. i'll cook your favorite tonight since it's valentines day." he smiled, only for your other arm to be tugged backwards as you yelped.

"home? her home is with me, we're roommates. i think you got the wrong person." xavier calmly replied, but his words were laced with venom.

"she's going nowhere with either of you. she's my bodyguard and i need her to come back with me to my studio. y'know, in case some scary wanderers are lurkin' around." rafayel pushed xavier to the side, intertwining his fingers with yours before giving you a charming smile as he attempted to walk off; only to bump into someone.

"i don't think so. she's been out here for so long, i might need to give her an exam to make sure she's okay." zayne cleared his throat, pinching the bridge of his nose.

you felt like you were the rope being tugged in tug-of-war. sylus deeply sighed at the situation and before you knew it; in one smooth swoop you were now in the strong arms of the leader of onychinus.

"what fools. she's in the N-109 zone for a reason. for me, of course. come on, sweetie, you must be freezing. let's go inside." sylus look down at you with a gentle smile playing on his lips.

you groaned, squirming out of his hold as sylus let you, watching you get back on your feet.

"this is ridiculous! you all are acting like a bunch of kids, fighting over me like i'm some kind of toy. none of you own me!" you stood your ground.

"fine, then why don't you choose?" sylus scoffed, crossing his arms. you grew quiet, looking at each of them before averting your gaze to the ground.

"i... i can't." you whispered.

"you can't? or you don't want to?" xavier snickered.

"you're the one who's been toying with us. we deserve an explanation, no?" rafayel grinned.

"explanations are too time-consuming, actions speak louder than words. so, how are you gonna fix it, y/n?" hazel eyes peered at you with intensity through the glass lenses.

oh, you're so fucked.

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everything happened so fast, you didn't know who swiped your panties off or unclasped your bra.

you felt betrayed at how they evilly plotted against you, telepathically agreeing to punish you for your unfaithfulness. what happened to hating each other? so, here you were now, splayed on the soft mattress in sylus's room; like art on a display.

they drank in the sight of you, perky tits spilled out as the smooth glaze of your skin glimmered under the dim lighting of the room. their eyes were full of hunger, eye-fucking you as you grew shy under their intense gazes.

"s-stop staring at me like that." you whined, looking away as your face reddened at the attention.

you felt someone stroking your thighs, making you shudder as you looked in front of you, seeing caleb gripping the supple fat of your plush thighs.

"never knew you were such a dirty little slut, princess. all these years of knowing you... and to think you were capable of this? how naughty." caleb smirked, prying your thighs open as you gasped.

but, your lips would soon be sealed with zaynes as he kissed you roughly. his pillow-soft lips molded with yours, the smacking sound of saliva filled the room. a big, veiny hand came up to cup your cheek gently as he slid his tongue inside your mouth, licking the wet muscle before sucking it.

caleb used his thumb to spread your soaked folds apart, watching the lewd string of your arousal connect them both. your clit was puffy from being neglected, a sheen of wetness covering your cunt; making his mouth salivate. he leaned down, mouth hovering above your pussy.

"fuckin' beautiful." caleb swore under his breath, the warm air fanning above your aching cunt, giving you goosebumps. you moaned into zayne's mouth, feeling caleb's warm and wet tongue lick a fat stripe up your cunt.

"hope you didn't forget about us, cutie." rafayel pouted, licking at your nipple before wrapping his lips on the swollen pebble. sylus soon followed his footsteps, greedily kneading at your other tit before leaning down and pressing open-mouthed kisses on the soft mound.

meanwhile, xavier's lips were buried in your neck as he punished you with licks and bites on the expanse of your unmarked flesh.

"ngh~ xavier!" you whimpered against zayne's lips, the doctor now nibbling on your bottom lip.

he licked the side of your neck before softly clamping his teeth down, suckling and leaving a purplish bruise. as a soothing apology, xavier kitten-licked the fresh mark before moving down to your collarbone with wet kisses.

caleb continued to lap at your wet cunt, his saliva mixed with your juices dripped down his chin. the tip of his tongue circled your clit before suckling on it, making your legs tremble as a moan ripped out of your throat as you tried to close your legs.

"f-fuck.. hnghh.." you cried out, feeling him plant his palms on your inner thighs, forcing you to keep them open. caleb peered up at you from between your thighs, amethyst eyes glaring at you as his lips were glossy.

"don't interrupt me when i'm eating." he huskily spoke before slapping your dripping pussy, producing a wet 'pap!' noise. you yelped because of your increased sensitivity, not having enough time to recover before he dove back in.

with one last wet smooch, zayne released your lips before crawling down right next to his childhood friend. they exchanged a quick look, a mischievous smirk dancing on the colonel's lips.

"oh? was my tongue not enough for you, princess?" he lowly spoke, pinching your inner thigh as you bit your bottom lips.

"ahh... need z-zayne to help... please?" you begged, making him scoff. zayne couldn't help but grin with pride, your words stroking his ego a little.

"you heard her, move." zayne pushed caleb a little to squeeze himself between your legs, taking off his glasses before throwing them to the side. caleb, utterly betrayed, seethed with jealousy.

"so that's how you wanna play? fine." caleb accepted it as a challenge, but of course, he won't let neither of you get the last word.

zayne ignored his little childish outburst, digging in as his scarred hands rested on your lower stomach before his fingers stroked the expanse of it, gently moving to the side to hold your hips; caressing your smooth skin while tracing the faint stretch marks decorating it.

your puffy clit peaked out of your wet slit, making zayne lean down to press a wet smooch on it. you shuddered, mouth gaping open as your breathing quickened. zayne dragged his tongue up your sopping folds slow and languidly, the tip of his tongue digging into your wet pussy. the difference in how zayne and caleb ate you out was clear. caleb liked to eat your honeyed cunt like a starved dog, as if it was his last meal; unlike zayne, who liked to take his time and savor the taste of your sweet cunt.

"mhmmm.... zaynee~" you slurred his name, drunk in pleasure as he took his time to lap at your pussy, suckling and nibbling on your clit. amethyst eyes bore into the back of zayne's head, fuming with anger and envy.

caleb's fingers dug into your thighs, making you wince in pain but soon it deliciously simmered into the pleasure you were getting from zayne's tongue. the colonel snickered, watching how slick your pussy was from saliva and your juices, deciding to toy with you as revenge.

you felt the pads of caleb's middle and ring finger brush against your hole, probing the tight opening. you groan, feeling him push in both fingers at once.

"c-caleb!" you stuttered out, feeling him scissor his fingers in and out of your tight hole; the thickness and length of his digits rubbing you in all the right places.

suddenly, xavier roughly grabbed your jaw, squishing your chubby cheeks in his hands; forcing you to look at him. the expression on his face was dark, eyes clouded with lust and possessiveness.

"you seem to be enjoying yourself, dirty girl. you like having four other guys touch you, hm? this mouth is fucking filthy, maybe i should clean it, yeah?" he smirked, blue eyes sharply peering down at you.

"x-xav.." you were cut off by his grip tightening just a little more, making you wince.

"shhh... not another word, my dumb little girl. now i just wanna hear you gagging on my cock, 'kay?" xavier unbuckled his belt before unzipping his pants. he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, making his hard cock spring against his abs, your eyes widening at the sight.

his dick didn't have a lot of girth, but fuck it was long. xavier tapped the blush pink tip of his leaky cock on your lips, spreading his precum all over them like it was your own personal gloss. his thumb rested on your chin before pulling it down, forcing your mouth to open as he slid his cock in; the ash-blonde male let out a shaky sigh.

both sylus and rafayel continued to paw at your tits, biting and sucking on your nipples. with a lewd 'pop!', they released your swollen bud, eyeing their shared masterpiece as your tits were littered with hickies and trails of saliva.

"why don't you return the favor, sweetie? these cute little hands of yours seem empty." sylus gives you a toothy grin, bringing your hand to the tent forming on his pants, making you palm him through them. a deep groan escaped his lips as your hand stroked him through the rough fabric of his leather pants.

rafayel now sat on his knees by your other side, grabbing your wrist before bringing it up to his lips. he kissed the soft, warm flesh of your wrist; inhaling the scent of your skin as he let out a moan.

"you smell so fucking good. god, it's driving me insane." he breathed out, licking your pulse point before gently biting down on it. rafayel continued to sniff and kiss your wrist, using his other free hand to undo his pants and pull his aching cock out; stroking it as it throbbed in his palms. he teased his slit, spreading the sticky precum all over the tip.

your eager hands fumbled with sylus's belt as you tried to undo it, a little difficult because your mouth was still full of xavier's cock and forced you to maintain eye contact with him; as if looking at anyone else in this room would make his existence perish. but, sylus decided to be kind enough and help you because who is he to deny you?

you dug your hand inside his boxers, eyes widening as you realized that you couldn't even fully grasp his dick. he was fucking hung, thick and long, not lacking in any area. a guttural moan escaped his lips, feeling your soft fingers caressing his balls.

you took out his cock from the confinement of his boxers, stroking the shaft of it as your fingers teased the throbbing vein that ran on the underside curve of his dick. sylus threw his head back in pleasure, a soft whimper heard as his chest heaved.

"feels so fuckin' good, sweetie." he praised, your hand still lazily moving up and down his thick meat.

you felt the tip of zayne's nose nudging your clit, providing more stimulation as he continued his assault on your sopping wet cunt; his tongue flicking at a leisurely pace between your folds. caleb matched the rhythm of zayne's tongue, finger-fucking you with deep and hard strokes.

your moans were muffled by xavier's cock as he drove his hips into your mouth; your cheeks hollowing as you tried to not graze the skin of his dick with your teeth. you could hear the soft grunts and whimpers falling from his lips, eyes closed in bliss as he still had your cheeks firmly squished between his fingers.

"fuck yeah... you were made for this, takin' my cock so well." xavier breathed out, slender fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head closer.

you could feel the pressure of zaynes tongue slurping your clit along with caleb's fingers abusing your cervix collide. the familiar knot began to settle in your lower stomach, making your thighs tremble as your eyes screwed shut, toes curling in pleasure.

caleb could feel your walls contracting, you were definitely close and as much as he would love to see you cream all over his fingers; you've been cruelly unfair to him.

xavier lazily opened his eyes, cerulean orbs looking down at you half-lidded. he scoffed, watching your face flush as saliva trickled down the corner of your mouth. you opened your eyes briefly, he watched as they rolled back from the pleasure you were recieving from your childhood friends.

he pulled his cock out of your mouth, glaring down at you.

"nghhh~ p-please..!" you mumbled against his tip, crying out in pleasure as you tried to kick your leg forward to get away from the two men ravaging your pussy. however, both caleb and zayne pinned your legs down.

"focus on me." xavier scowled, and in one swift and hard thrust, his cock slid down your throat as far as you could take him. your eyes blew wide open, as you gagged on his dick. he was being nice earlier, but now you really pissed him off.

you had the nerve to think about those two when he was being kind enough to rinse that dirty mouth of yours with his cock?

"fuckin' ungrateful brat, ignoring me when i'm stuffing this filthy mouth full of my dick." he panted, fucking your face as tears streamed down your face and drool dripped down your chin.

zayne and caleb continued their combined attack, making you scream as your felt zayne sucking on your clit harder while caleb's fingers continued to rub against your walls at a faster pace.

suddenly, all sensation was lost as caleb pulled out his fingers while simultaneously grabbing onto the back of zayne's head with his free hand; yanking his hair back to unlatch his mouth from your weeping cunt. your eyes widened as tears streamed down your face, your hole pulsating at the feeling of nothing.

"only good girls get to cum." caleb darkly chuckled, zayne wincing in slight pain as he swatted the hand that yanked his hair.

"do that again and i'll fucking kill you." zayne murmured, making caleb roll his eyes.

"mmphh...!" your cries were muffled as xavier continued to use your throat as his personal fuckhole. he continued to shove his dick deeper, a small bulge forming on your throat as he pressed against it.

"there we go." xavier grinned sadistically, continuing to chase his high.

"h-hahhh... fuck, gonna cum." he panted, face flushing as he threw his head back, driving his hips forward. you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth, before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you towards his lower stomach; shoving his cock deep in your throat one last time as your nose was buried in his soft pubes.

"shit.. shit- hnghh... take it- fuck, take it all." xavier moaned, his thick cum painting your throat as he came so much. your mouth became overloaded with his cum, leaking through the corner of your lips as you tried to swallow as much as you could. he pulled out, watching your gasp for air as you coughed.

"what do you say, slut?" he darkly asked.

"t-thank you." you breathed out, voice croaking.

"good girl." xavier smiled wickedly, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, your tongue peeking out to lick it.

with the intense throat-fucking session with xavier and the cruel denial of your orgasm, you forgot about sylus who was still painfully hard in your hand.

"come on, sweetie, i know you could do better. want some help? yes, no, maybe so?" sylus whispered huskily, leaning down to bite your ear before kissing your temple.

"s-sorry.." you sniffled, still extremely sensitive.

"poor baby, don't cry. i'll help you." he cooed, grabbing your hand before spitting on it. the warm feeling of his spit made you shiver, he brought your hand to his cock; guiding you as you used your spit coated hand to grab his dick again.

this time, his hand firmly stayed on yours, tightening the grip. the silver haired male moaned, moving your joined hands up and down his throbbing cock; fucking your wet fist.

"hnghh... yeah, f-fuck..." sylus panted, thrusting his hips into the makeshift hole he made using your hand. his foxy eyes narrowed, bright ruby orbs rolling back as he rasped out swears from the absolute pleasure he was feeling.

rafayel hovered above your naked torso, his pretty cock resting on the valley between your tits. he grabbed his dick, giving it a few strokes, whimpering at his own touch before looking down at you.

"you're so beautiful." the lemurian whispered through labored breaths, face flushed as his mixed indigo eyes peeked at you through a half-lidded lust-filled stare.

rafayel swallowed harshly, guiding the tip of his leaky cock to your nipple; circling the hard bud as his precum coated it. your breath hitched, watching him use his hard cock to paint streaks of his precum all over the expanse of your hickey-littered chest.

he then spat on his hand, rubbing his spit all over his dick to lubricate it before settling it between your soft tits. using both of his hands, he squished your tits together to squeeze his warm cock between them. the whimper leaving his mouth was almost embarrassing from how loud and needy it was.

without a second more of hesitation, rafayel began to rut his hips forward, thrusting between your tits. he stroked your nipples before using his thumb and index finger, pinching the swollen buds and rolling them between his fingers.

"ahhh~ rafayel! f-feels good...!" you moaned, watching the blush pink tip of his cock peek through your cleavage every time he motioned his hips forward.

"hnghh... love your tits so much, cutie. so soft... so tasty and cute." he breathes out a small chuckled, eyebrows pinched in pleasure as he continued to thrust his cock between your boobs. his precum coated the valley of your tits, making it easier for him to slide between them.

while he continued his ministrations of using your titties to fuck himself, you focused on making sylus cum. you increased the pace of your hands, feeling his hand tightening the grip on yours, the vein on his cock pulsating as frequent deep whimpers left his lips. your thumb caught his slit, teasing it as he could feel his balls tighten.

"hmm... gonna make me cum, kitten." he groans, continuing to pump his cock using your hand until you felt the warm, thick wads of his cum dribble down your fingers. his hands slightly trembled, chest heaving as he tried to compose himself.

"fuck, that was... so hot." sylus chuckled, releasing your hand as he watched you bring your cum covered fingers to your mouth; licking his release as you hummed in approval.

he could feel himself get instantly hard again from such an erotic sight.

"you're mean, darling." he shook his head, making you grin.

you broke away your gaze from sylus, watching rafayel fall apart as he desperately groped your tits.

"h-hahhh... need y..-your help, cutie! please?" he pathetically begged, swallowing harshly as his hips stuttered. rafayel grabbed your wrist once more, smelling your scent and licking your flesh; groaning at how intoxicated you made him feel. the tip of his tongue traced your fingers before encasing them with his soft lips, sucking and biting on your digits; indigo eyes looking at you with a pleading look.

you smirked, knowing that it'd be easy to tease him. you were basically at all of their mercy, but knowing you still had just a little bit of power against him at least; it made your heart beat in your pussy.

"you poor thing, need my help?" you pouted, faux sympathy written all over your face. the others watched in amusement and rafayel's horny-fucked brain couldn't even have the dignity to feel embarrassed.

"p-please... promise i'll be good, so good." he breathed out and you smiled in satisfaction, sitting up before pushing him back. rafayel now sat on the mattress, hungry eyes watching you sit back on your knees.

you leaned down, squishing his cock between your tits before sliding them up and down. rafayel's eyes screwed shut in pleasure, countless of goans and whimpers slipping out of his tongue; showering you endlessly with praise.

"y-yeah cutie, just like that... nghhh~ gonna make me cum." rafayel shamelessly moaned, mouth gape open as his breathing was uneven. you stuck your tongue out, lapping at his tip before wrapping your lips around it; suckling on it as if it was a lollipop.

you rubbed your tits together on his shaft, using your mouth to suck the rest. your drool trickled down from his swollen tip to the squishy tight slit created by your tits; making his cock slide with ease. the sounds produced was obscene, shlick shlick shlick. rafayel could feel his body tremble in pleasure, stroking your hair as his balls twitched.

"gonna cum! h-hahhh... p-please, cutie!" his lips were swollen from how much he bit them. soon enough, his hot cum was painting your tits, dripping down your nipples as his cock throbbed.

"fuck.." rafayel sighed, stroking your cheek as he glanced at what he did.

mentally clicking a picture to remember for the rest of his life when he fucks his fist to the thought of you.

"better?" you innocently batted your eyelashes, looking up at him with a dazed expression.

"you little minx." his breath hitched as you turned your face to the side, catching his thumb between your lips to give it a small suck before biting it playfully.

"you seem to be enjoying yourself a little too much, brat." you heard a daring voice break the moment, looking up to see a mean caleb glowering down at you.

you swallowed harshly, looking at rafayel for some help, but the cheeky lemurian only grinned at you; eyes twinkling with trouble as he moved away.

"you like being used like this, don't you? have you forgotten who's in control here?" now, xavier came into view as he scoffed, taking in your pitiful state.

"i think it's time that you learn your place." caleb suddenly pushed you towards the ash-blonde haired male, making you gasp as you were now sitting on his waist; hands pressed against his bare chest. you could feel the curve of xavier's hard cock press against your ass, making you unknowingly grind against the throbbing length of it to seek for some friction.

"tch, look at you. you're like a fuckin' bitch in heat." xavier snickers, holding down your hips with a bruising grip, making you wince. you felt the tip of his dick slip between your wet folds, his hands maneuvering your hips to help you glide on him. a breathy whimper leaves your lips, feeling his sticky tip caress your achy clit.

you hear the clinking sound of caleb's belt being undone and in what felt like mere seconds; you could feel his warm body heat radiating behind you. his lips grazed your nape, the tip of his nose gliding on your skin. he left wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder, trailing down the deep passage of your spine; making you arch forwards from your increased sensitivity.

xavier on the other hand fondled your tits, pinching and twisting your nipples. his fingers moved down, brushing against your hips. suddenly, you felt his tip prodding your tight hole, making you gulp.

they were all so fucking big and thick, you were wondering how you'd take them all. god, you couldn't even use process of elimination to figure out who'd be less painful to take in.

however, all that thinking flew straight out of your ears as xavier planted his feet on the mattress; harshly thrusting upwards into you. a croaky moan ripped out of your throat, your head lolling back to caleb's chest as you breathed heavy.

although xavier wasn't that thick, he was long as fuck; he couldn't even bottom out fully inside your cunt. you could feel his tip kissing your cervix. while caleb continued to place bite marks and lick at his work, xavier paid no mind to his counterpart; fucking you at a brutal pace.

"hnghh~ a-aahh... xav! w-wait!" you tried to slow him down, but that only made him go faster. he grabbed your hands which were resting on his lower stomach, pulling you forwards as you fell on his chest; away from caleb's touch.

the colonel scowled at the loss of your skin, glaring at the ash-blonde male in front of him. xavier didn't care, his hand finding purchase to the supple fatty flesh on your ass, spanking you hard as you yelped in pain and pleasure. your eyes squeezed shut, trying to form coherent words.

"you know i hate it when you don't look at me while i'm fucking you. open your eyes, y/n." he tapped your face, forcing you to look down at him. you bit your lips, trying to prevent another moan from flying out of your mouth, feeling xavier's cock rub your wet velvety walls just right.

his tip continued to bruise your cervix, his thrusts were deep and hard as he made sure you felt every inch of him in you. a ring of cream began to form at the base of his shaft, your juices dripping down to coat his heavy balls as you felt your thighs burning.

"hope you didn't forget about me, princess." caleb whispered, hovering behind you as you felt him grope your ass cheek. your eyes widened as you felt him spread them, his index finger gently grazing your other untouched tight hole.

"nghh.. wait, caleb! h-hahhh, never did it there before." you confessed, making him chuckle.

"well then, i'm glad to be your first here. don't worry, i'll make sure you're ready for me." caleb's words did seem genuine but rather because of the fact that he was about to touch you and feel you somewhere no one ever has.

you nodded at his words, too fucked out to even care about anything else. you were more focused on cumming, your cunt puffy and weeping from being neglected the last time your orgasm was denied; thanks to caleb.

so, you definitely didn't wanna get on his bad side again.

caleb spat on his fingers, bring it down to your ass before spreading the sticky spit on your hole. you soon felt his wet digit push through the tight ring of muscle, making you wince in pain as you breathed heavily.

"f-fuck... hurts.." you whined, but it would soon dissipate as xavier continued to drill into your pussy, distracting you from the pain of having caleb's finger in your ass.

it took some time but eventually the colonel was able to finger-fuck your ass with two of his fingers, meanwhile, xavier thrusted up into your leaky pussy that sheathed his throbbing cock. the ash-blonde haired male rubbed your clit to provide some more stimulation, your body trembling once you felt caleb withdrawing his fingers from inside you.

caleb sat on his knees, spreading your ass once more before leaning in, the tip of his tongue dragging from where you and xavier were connected; all the way up to your ass hole.

"ah! caleb!" you cried out, feeling him land a glob of spit on the tight hole before pulling away. caleb grabbed the base of his cock, his tip was a reddish-purple; angrily weeping precum as he stroked himself a few times. you could hear him groan behind you before feeling his wet tip squish against your hole.

"c'mere." caleb commanded, a hand coming down to gently grab your jaw, pulling you back to him. he tilts your head up, making you look into his eyes; leaning down to press his lips on yours in a searing kiss.

that's when you felt the burning stretch of his fat tip pushing past the tight ring of muscle in your ass, a pained cry leaving your lips, only to be muffled as he swallowed it; not letting go of your lips. tears pricked your eyes, feeling him slowly feed his cock into your tight ass, inch by inch.

the kiss with caleb was rough and messy, full of tongue and spit. the wet smacking sound of his lips clashing with yours as he drinks in your moans was so erotic. as his cock was now thrusted deep in your ass, he was kind enough to let you adjust to his size. his hand still firmly grabbing your jaw in place to not break away from the kiss while the other played with your tits.

meanwhile, xavier continued to give you nice slow and soft thrusts in your cunt, paying close attention to stimulate your clit. you were so full of both of their cocks, your mind was blank.

all you thought of was dick, dick, dick.

it was embarrassing and greedy, how full they made you feel, how good the burn felt as they both stretched out your holes.

it was definitely a pornographic sight.

as you grew used to having both of them inside you, caleb was the first to quicken his pace, pistoning his hips into you as his cock began to rub your walls. following in suit, xavier tried to match his rhythm, fucking your cunt with more rigor. your mouth gaped wide open, unable to respond to caleb's kiss anymore as you were too cock drunk.

"a-a..ahh! nghh~ feels so good!" you cried out in pleasure, feeling them both rub against the thin barrier that separated the two. you could feel your lower stomach churn in pleasure, your eyes rolling back as you began to drool from the corner of your mouth.

"what a dumb little slut, fucked your brains out already?" you heard xavier darkly chuckle, pinching your clit as you yelped at the sudden sharp sensation.

"p-please... wanna cum so bad! x..-xav.." your throat was parched as you tried to control your breathing, your lower stomach tightening as you could feel the familiar build-up of your orgasm.

"tch, you're moaning his name when i'm stuffing you full of my dick? where are your manners, pipsqueak?" caleb's tone was gravely, glaring at you with a look that could only make your knees grow weak, his grip on your jaw tightening just a little to remind you he was still here; balls deep in you.

"s-sor.. hgnhh.. sorry! please, c..caleb.." you stammered out, feeling the alternating push and withdraw of their cocks syncing together; turning your brain into mush.

displeased with your switch up, xavier yanked you forwards by your arm, squishing your cheeks together.

"you deceitful vixen, running to him when you don't get what you want? i'm the one taking care of this slutty pussy and you have the nerve to beg him? the fuck is wrong with you." xavier seethed with anger, his hips bucking into yours with more intensity; making you wail out in pleasure.

"i'm sor-" you tried to helplessy apologize again, only to be pulled back by caleb; the start of a tug-of-war as if you were a toy.

"don't fucking apologize to him, princess. you're mine, so when i say that you can cum, then you cum." caleb whispered, making you shiver as you sniffled out a cry.

"please.. fuck, please- i can't! t..too much.." you whimpered, making them both scoff.

"you can take it." both caleb and xavier sneered, making you whine.

"ungrateful brat, wanting us both and now you're saying it's too much?" xavier slapped your clit, making you jolt. you felt caleb bite down on your shoulder, the cold metal of his dog tag pressed against your warm, flushed skin.

you felt them twitch inside you, throbbing thick cocks rubbing against your insides. caleb and xavier continued to slide in and out of you, making your body grow hot.

"fuck, fuck, please! s-so close..!" you breathed out, feeling xavier's thrusts grow sloppy as with one final hard thrust; he emptied his balls inside you. his thick, warm cum filled your cunt as you quivered, his hips still rolling back in you.

your head was spinning, both of their scents were intoxicating. their hands were groping, slapping and stroking every bit of skin exposed to their lustful eyes. both caleb and xavier's thrusts held no mercy, battering your cunt and ass as your thighs felt like jelly. you squealed, feeling your walls tightening as you desperately squirmed, trying to lift yourself off and escape.

"where are you going? don't run away, i'm not done yet." caleb yanked you back to him. caleb's grunts and groans got louder by your ear, his arm wrapping around your stomach to hold you down in place; his cock fully in your ass as he shot fat wads of his sticky cum.

before you could process anything, they sadistically exchanged a cruel smirk, pulling out of you as your holes gushed out an obscene amount of their mixed cum.

"n-no! no! hnghh.. w-why.." you sobbed at the loss of contact, the fullness of their cocks gone as your orgasm was destroyed for the second time.

"since we weren't enough, why don't you go ask the others." caleb pushed you to the side, making you collapse on the mattress as tears ran down your cheek.

you looked up and noticed sylus and rafayel looking down at you, an unwavering glint pinned on your ruined form as they waited for your next move. it was humiliating, how you were begging them to let you cum; but it was too much.

you were going insane, needing some relief.

you weakly crawled to sylus and rafayel, sniffling as your body began to shake. your thighs were dripping with xavier and caleb's cum, your messy holes pulsing and aching.

"sy.. raf.. please, make me cum. i-i... i promise i'll be a good girl." you desperately pleaded, fat teardrops running down your flushed cheeks; making them both groan as your pathetic state only made their cocks harden.

"poor little kitten, they were so mean to you, weren't they?" sylus cooed as he wiped your tears away, tone honeyed with gentleness but with an undertone of mischief.

you nodded helplessly, leaning into his touch as you nuzzled your cheeks into his palm. you kissed the inside of his hand, licking the warm and rough skin.

just like a kitten.

sylus grinned at your antics, amused at how compliant you were. however, he wasn't that mean; he'd humor you.

"need us to make her feel better, cutie?" rafayel teasingly spoke, long fingers running across your slit as you whimpered; the tip of his digits circling your clit.

"mmphh, y-yes... please.." you bit down on your lip, tasting the metallic taste of blood.

"alright, sweetie. we'll help you." sylus chortled, leaning against the headboard. he grabbed your hips, spinning you around in one fluid motion, your back now facing him. he then lifted you up before placing you on his waist, as if you weighed nothing.

you yelped as sylus hooked his beefy arms under your thighs, pulling them up to your head; putting you in a mean full nelson. the sudden pressure and stretch made your cunt gush out more of the cum that was fucked into you earlier, soaked pussy lips spread apart as you were now exposed and on display in a very vulnerable position.

"s-sylus!" you shyly meeked, making him hum.

"what? don't be selfish, sweetie. you know the fish is an artist, let him see this masterpiece." sylus bit your earlobe.

rafayel settled between sylus's legs, now in front of you as he shamelessly stared at your messy folds. he salivated as it took everything in him to not just lean down and makeout with your tempting cunt.

"stop lookin'." you whined, feeling how intense his gaze was. however, rafayel just gave you a breathy chuckle.

"why not? she's sooooo pretty." he licked his lips, flashing you a boyish grin, making your heart leap into your throat.

the lemurian lowered his head, pressing gentle kisses on your soft stomach, dragging his lips up your navel until he reached your tits. he sighed in bliss, smoothering his face between your boobs as he kissed and licked the mounds of flesh.

his dick rested on top of your pussy, sticky tip parting your folds as he rutted his hips; sliding the length of his cock against your slick covered cunt. his tip repeatedly nudged your clit, rubbing it as you moaned in bliss from the heavenly contact.

your hand found purchase in his dusky, purple hair; carding your fingers through his soft locks. you tugged on his hair, making him moan as the vibration rumbling from his lips were felt on your nipple as he sucked; making you choke out a moan.

the silver haired male kissed your temple, smiling.

"come on, sweetie, need you to hold your legs up for me so i can take care of you." his voice was groggy, releasing your legs before grabbing your hands to help you lift them as you obeyed.

"there you go, good girl." sylus praised, grabbing the base of his cock, swiping it a few times between your messy folds, nudging his tip on your hole. you moaned at the feel of his cock deliciously rubbing against your aching pussy.

"p-please... nghh- no more teasing." you were breathless, feeling rafayel once again capture your nipple in his mouth, suckling as if his purpose in life was to worship your tits.

"if you say so, sweetie." sylus compliantly shoved his inches in you, feeding your greedy hole his hard dick. your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back as his fat girth stretched your cunt; sliding in with ease because of your arousal along with xavier and caleb's shared cum.

rafayel watched your hole eagerly swallow up sylus's cock, gulping at the sight as his dick was painfully hard; globs of precum dripping onto your clit.

"so tight even after all that? how cute." sylus lets out a huff, slowly moving his hips upwards to give you some slow and deep strokes; tip squishing against your cervix.

"h-hnghh... fuck... feels so good, sy." you moaned, turning your head to the side to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. he happily accepted, sucking on your bottom lip before swiping his tongue against it for permission to explore your mouth.

his hands firmly grabbed your hips before planting his feet on the mattress, grounding both himself and you before pounding upwards into your dripping cunt. your mouth flew open from his sudden shift in pace, and he took that chance to shove his tongue in your mouth; exploring every cavern and crevice. both of your tongues mingled and tangled, sucking and licking as drool trickled down your chin.

"fuck, cutie... you look so hot like this; it's tempting. i can't let the crow have all the fun now, can i?" rafayel's fingers stroked your thigh, leaning down to kiss your plush thighs, gently biting the soft skin.

"ahhh... raf.." you whimpered, biting your lip as you feel his tip poke your ass hole. you released one of your legs, pressing your foot on his chest to stop him.

"hm?" the lemurian tilts his head in confusion at your sudden action, stopping his advances.

"n-not there... need you and sy at the same time.." you licked your dry lips, words barely coming out as a whisper. rafayel's eyes widened at your request, sylus's ruby orbs mirroring the same bewilderment.

"naughty girl, you want us both in this sweet cunt of yours? you think you can handle it?" sylus teased, a cocky smirk painted on his lips.

you nodded frantically, your foot running down rafayel's chest as you looked up at him with a cheeky smile; eyes barely open as you gazed at him with a dazed look.

"i can handle it, p-promise." you assured, making rafayel grin.

"well you heard her, crow. make some space." he grabbed the base of his shaft, now aligning his cock with your hole that was already occupied with sylus's thick cock. the silver haired male scoffed, rolling his eyes before momentarily stopping his thrusts; letting rafayel ease into you.

a screamish-moan ripped out of your throat, your walls clamping instinctively on both of their cocks; both men grunting in response as the space became tighter. your eyes swelled with tears, the salty warm fluid streaming down your cheeks as you tried to adjust to the painful stretch of having two giant cocks lodged in your cunt at the same time.

"shh... there, there, pretty girl. it's okay." rafayel tried to console you, his words barely making it to a full sentence before his voice betrayed him; a strangled whimper slipping off his tongue.

"i gotcha, sweetie." sylus mumbled against the skin of your nape, his hand snaking around your waist, fingers finding your clit as he began to rub soothing circles on the bundle of nerves to distract you.

the both of them allowed you to adjust to their cocks, providing additional stimulation to help you relax so that your walls aren't as tense. rafayel's teeth grazed your nipples, teasing and flicking the pebbled buds while sylus's fingers worked their magic to affectionately pinch and stroke your clit.

"nghh~ feels good... hnnghh- need more." you whined, moving your hips on your own accord, wincing as you could feel both of their dicks rubbing against your velvety wet walls.

"ya sure you're ready, cutie? we have all night." rafayel let out a shaky laugh, half-joking.

"moveee." you bucked your hips, making sylus chuckle.

"someone's impatient, not that i mind." with that being said, sylus once again began to slowly thrust into your pussy. he grunted, feeling his cock graze against rafayel's, the sensation feeling a little weird but he ignored that fact.

rafayel moaned at the sudden friction, his hand wrapping around your calf to push it by your head; mirroring your other leg which you still held up obediently. rafayel leaned closer, pressing against you before latching his lips onto your; kissing you senselessly.

you moaned into his mouth, feeling the both of them pistoning into your tight, dripping hole. rafayel hissed as he felt your fingers tug his hair, angling your jaw to deepend the kiss.

the room was full of wet skin slapping followed by the lewd sound of your pussy gushing out your juices; coating their cocks in your arousal as it dribbled down to their balls. rafayel's lips continued to suck and kiss at your swollen and bitten once; his tongue suckling with yours before pulling away as a string of saliva connected you two.

he pushed himself off of you, bringing the leg he held for you towards him. he kissed your ankle, running the tip of his tongue down to your calf before kitten-biting the flesh of it.

"mmphh... you taste so fucking sweet." rafayel swore under his breath, thrusting his cock deeper into your weeping hole. sylus followed in suit, both of their tips bruising your cervix.

"shit... you're taking us both so well, sweetie." sylus praised, now matching the movement of his fingers that were once leisurely rubbing your clit to the pace of his thrusts.

in seconds, everything shifted.

their gazes darkened, clouded with need and hunger. you squealed, feeling both sylus and rafayel thrusting in and out of your cunt with no mercy as their movement didn't falter.

not once.

they were so perfectly synced together, as if they were one.

"a-ahhhh~... f-fuck! please, please, please! so close... god! i'm gonna cum!" you choked on your tears as you sobbed, the pleasure you were feeling was intense.

your eyes rolled back, toes curled as you were gasping for air. both men grunted and moaned; focusing on chasing their high.

"how bad you want it, kitten?" sylus groaned, fucking his hips upward as you whimpered.

"so bad, fuck, need it so bad!" you desperately answered, convinced that you wouldn't survive another ruined orgasm.

"yeah? ask nicely, where are your manners, cutie?" rafayel snickered, driving his hips into your; pelvis meeting yours with brutal thrusts that made your body jerk.

"h-hahhhh... oh my god...- please, please, please. let me cum? i promise i'll be good, so fuckin' good. please raf... sy... need it so bad." you threw out every last ounce of dignity within yourself to beg them with your last bit of voice.

both men, clearly satisfied with your answer, feed your cunt with their cocks using an unforgiving pace of thrusts. rafayel's hips were a bit sloppier, but they were fast and needy, like he was scared that you'd disappear. in contrast, sylus's pace was slow but his thrusts were hard and deep; making sure his tip met your cervix with every movement of his hips.

"fuck, fuck, fuck..." the silver haired male let out a guttural moan, eyes screwed shut as he could feel his cock pulsate; vein twitching as blood flowed with adrenaline.

rafayel shamelessly moaned on top of you, panting like a dog as he continued to fuck his dick into your wet hole.

"open your mouth." he demanded and too fucked out to even decipher his intentions, you obeyed. rafayel spat into your mouth, the thick glob of spit coating your tongue before you swallowed it.

"good girl." rafayel grunted, feeling his balls tightening as he was close to cumming as well.

your stomach knotted, the build-up of your orgasm even more stronger as your gummy walls clamped down on their cocks viciously.

"auughh~ i'm cumming! fuck.. hnghh..." you choked out a moan, eyes screwed shut as hot liquid squirted out of your cunt; coating rafayel's lower abdomen. you creamed on their cocks, body twitching as you feel both of them creampie you; shoving their sticky and gooey cum deep into your womb.

your juices and their cum dripped down your thigh, coating sylus's balls as you could hear his breathing become uneven from the aftermath of such intense pleasure. rafayel collapsed on top of you, still mindful to not crush you with his entire weight.

"so tired..." he childishly whined, biting your nipple playfully as you huffed.

"you're heavy, raf, get off." you grumbled, making him pout as he smoothered his face between your boobs once again.

"nah, you're too soft." he argued, making you roll your eyes.

"i feel sticky and gross.." you mumbled, noticing how the room was a bit more quieter. xavier was passed out on the couch and caleb left the room a few minutes ago for whatever reason; zayne watching the whole scene intently from the edge of the bed.

you locked eyes with him, noticing the slight blush on his face. he cleared his throat, looking away.

"perhaps a hot shower might be nice." he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"yeah, it does sound tempting." you hummed.

"need some help, sweetie?" sylus offered, but his tone had a hint of mischief.

"i got it." zayne suddenly spoke up, walking over to where you were sandwhiched between rafayel and sylus. he pushed the groggy lemurian over, making him groan.

"hey! i was comfy." rafayel complained, making the doctor roll his eyes.

"it's my place, surely i know my bathroom better." sylus snickered, making zayne narrow his eyes.

"if i could perfom hundreds of heart surgeries, i'm sure i can figure out how to work your damn shower." zayne snarked back with an equal amount of bite, making the silver haired male smirk.

"touche, she's all yours, doc." sylus chuckled.

zayne sighed, scooping you up in his arms before heading into the bathroom; locking the door behind him.

"you look... fucked." he blurted out, making you laugh at his dry comment.

"wow, thanks, i didn't know." you playfully rolled your eyes, making him crack a small smile.

"that was... intense. after you shower, i could get you some painkillers to help with any soreness. can you stand?" zayne asked with a flicker of concern in his hazel orbs, settling you on your legs and lightly loosening his grip; only for your knees to wobble as you held onto his bicep for support.

"i guess not." he answered his own question, making you chuckle.

"mind helping me out, doc?" you asked, peering up at him with a girly smile. zayne felt his heart skip a beat, heat creeping up to his neck.

it's not like this would be his first time being intimate with you, but you still made him feel incredibly nervous.

"if you insist, then i don't mind." his tone was soft and gentle. you smiled at his agreement, taking off his glasses. you leaned onto the sink for support, watching him undo his tie before unbuttoning his shirt; revealing his chiseled chest.

fuck, his physique was like a greek god.

he undid his belt, zipping down his pants before kicking them off together with his boxers; his cock springing to life as his pinkish tip was a little swollen while dripping with precum. you leaned forwards, now pressed against him as your bare chest rubbed against his.

zayne groaned at the intimate skinship, his cock rubbing against your soft thighs. your hand reached down, grabbing the shaft as you experimentally gave it a few strokes.

"let me take care of you." your voice was a bare whisper, making him shudder. but, to your surprise, he shook his head.

"no, you don't have to do this for me, i'll get myself off or something. just ignore it, okay?" zayne tried to convince you, but it only made you frown.

"but i want to... i've been wanting to feel you the whole night." you pressed soft kisses along his jawline, making him swallow harshly as you saw his adam's apple bob.

"then let me make it up to you since that bastard pulled me away from you. i'll make you feel good, baby." he lifted your hips, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as his cock was now nestled between your folds.

he walked inside the shower, pulling the glass doors to close it before turning on the water; adjusting the temperature. you cupped his face, pulling him closer to yours to seal his lips with yours.

zayne moaned into your mouth, molding his lips with yours as he softly kneaded your ass. your tongue poked his bottom lip, seeking for entry which he happily granted. you kissed him with a needy vigor, sucking his tongue as you stroked his wet jet black hair.

pulling away breathlessly, zayne looked down at you with swollen lips. he attacked your neck with kisses, making your whimper as you felt his tongue graze your flesh, softly tracing the hickies left on your skin with the tip of his tongue. he moved down to your tits, sucking your nipples as your hand held the back of his head; pushing him closer as you moaned.

"mhmm... feels so good, zayne." you praised, watching him tug your nipple between his teeth before giving it a deserving suck. he soon lets go of your swollen bud, hazel eyes meeting yours.

"i'll be gentle, okay?" he assured, making your chest feel warm and fuzzy as you nodded; wrapping your arms around his neck.

zayne grabbed the base of his cock, tapping your clit a few times, making you jolt. he smirked at how responsive your body was, aligning his tip with your hole. with a firm grip on your hips, he begin to sink you down on his hard cock, slowly shoving his inches inside you.

your mouth formed an 'o' shape as your eyes shut tight, feeling full as he bottomed out.

"s-so full.." you moaned, feeling him slowly thrust inside of you as the curve of his dick molded so perfectly in your wet walls. you clenched down on him, making him grunt at the sudden tightness.

"you feel so good, babygirl." zayne whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek and temple before sliding you up and down his dick. you rested your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent as you kissed his neck.

this felt so new compared to what happened just minutes ago. the others fought over you like you were some piece of meat to claim; but zayne treated you like you were made of glass.

he was so gentle with his touches and strokes, you could almost cry.

zayne's tip nudged your cervix with every push of his hips, now having you pressed against the wall to have a better hold of you so that he can drive his hips into yours faster. your cunt weeped with arousal, gummy walls coated with his precum.

his thrusts were sharp yet slow, making sure it applied the right amount of pressure and friction to make you feel like you were seeing stars. his balls slapped against your ass, your nipple between his lips.

"hnghh.. love your cock, zyane. g-gonna cum.." you let out a shaky breath, clenching down on him as your increased sensitivity betrayed your body, not allowing you to hold onto your orgasm for too long.

"it's okay, baby. you can cum." he grunted against the wet skin of your tits and you didn't realize how intimate and erotic the whole sight was.

a choked out whimper escaped your throat, your cunt clamping down on him as you squirted all over his cock. your body twitched and trembled at your orgasm, panting as you leaned against his chest.

"shit, please... i need you to fill me up." you begged and that's all it took him to bust a fat load of his thick, hot cum inside your hole.

"fuck.." he swore and god it sounded so hot coming from his mouth.

the bathroom was filled with the sounds of uneven breathing and the running showerhead.

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you stirred awake, groaning as you now laid on your back. sunlight beamed into your room, making your eyes burn as you tried to crack one of them.

"fuckin' hell.." you cursed under your breath, adjusting your vision as you sat up on your bed. your head was swirling as you held it in pain, wincing.

it was all a dream.

you slapped yourself, not believing how delusional you became to believe that whatever the hell that was could be reality.

"yeah, i'm losing it." you sighed deeply, scratching your head. you tapped your phone screen, reading the time as your eyes blew wide open.

fuck, it was well past noon, meaning you missed your morning classes already.

"you're kidding me." you huffed out in annoyance, leaning back on the headboard as you unlocked your phone.

you saw the many, many, many missed calls from your best friend; making you snort.

as you swiped through your applications, your eyes fell on the love and deepspace icon. memories of your strange dream replayed fresh in your memory, your body weirdly aching.

you brushed off those thoughts, clicking the icon as you wondered if infold fixed those weird bugs and glitches by now. you were surprised to see the app back into shape, running in good quality as you logged in with ease.

"huh, weird." you mumbled to yourself, calmly collecting your daily’s.

until you realized you had five unread messages.

hey pipsqueak, hope you're not still mad at me for being a bit mean to ya. i'll cook for you when you come back :p

hope you're not missing me too much, sweetie. come back and i'll take you for a joyride.

cutieeee! i miss you already :C come back soon, okay? need my personal pillow back.

if your throat is still sore, come back so we can have hotpot together. it'll be my treat.

have you taken those painkillers like i told you to?

your jaw was wide open, not believing your eyes. these texts seemed way too real to be automated.

"what the fuck." you quickly opened your front camera, only to see the faint purplish marks decorating your neck.

holy shit, all of that was real.

a smirk etched on your face as you quickly tapped the facetime app, ringing the only person you knew could stand this news and have a silver of faith in you to be convinced.

"finally decided to call me back? thought you died in your sleep or something." your best friend nagged at you, making you chuckle.

"you won't believe what happened last night." you giggle, making her roll her eyes at you.

"let me guess, you had a dream about all the lads guys fucking your brains out." she responded with a bored voice.

"even better."

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a/n: hehe, if you made it to the end, kuddos to you cuz rereading through this was a pain the ass. if you couldn't tell by now, this was very self-indulgent, so i got carried away. hope you guys enjoyed it tho!!