#sisterly love always wins

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Luisa: Mirabel, hermanita, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but you have to calm down! Everything’s going to be fine, you’re the smartest person I know!

Mirabel: You think that because you love me, and love has made you dumb.

Luisa: Not true! If anything, love has made me smarter. Remember last week when I drank more water than coffee?

Mirabel: That was big. I was really proud of you.

[xan-izme]

Dubble Life (ACTSV x Reader x Batfam) 3

A/n: I forgot to mention that the universe reader is in is earth-42. So, the Prowler is Miles, but he switches with Aaron here and there. and reader has the same last name as Miles.

Part 2, Part 4

Summary: Life with the Waynes so far was pretty good. Damian is still being a brat, so reader decides to be a good big sister. Someone from the past shows their face. In the need of readers help, for Spider-woman.

"I win!" Tim couldn't help but smirk in triumph. You stare at the 'Game over' on your screen. "Nah, nah. You gotta be cheating! Bro what is this!" This was the third time you have lost street fight with Tim.

"You two are acting like children." Damian spoke, watching two play video games for almost 2 hours. You rolled your eyes and gave Damian a look. "Cuz we are. You're like what, 9?" Tim chuckled as he packed his things.

"I am 12!" Damian argued. "Boy, like that makes any difference." Damian began to argue with you, you just stared down at him an announced you were getting a drink from the kitchen. You poured yourself a drink. Suddenly, your Spidey senses were warning you. You quickly turn around, just to see Damian. You scoffed.

It was funny how your Spidey senses always acted up when it came to Damian. You wondered if he wanted to hurt you so you couldn't take the Wayne throne. You turned back and continued to take a gulp from your cup. you paused for a moment before glancing to Damian you was eating a snack that Alfred made.

You thought that maybe the reason that you two haven't fully gotten along was due to both of you not even trying. So why not be the bigger person and try to be nice.

You slide yourself to the table Damian was at and set yourself in front of him. The boy frowns as he sees the smirk you had.

"What do you want, you bug."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that. If only he really knew.

"Look, demon. I think we haven't really gotten the chance to bond as siblings." You leaned in with a smile. Damian looked at you with distaste. "Did father put you up to this? What are you planning Davies?"

"No, I ain't planning nothing. What's wrong with wanning to hang out with you?" You arched your brow and leaned back into your chair. Damian sighed "I don't have time for you. I have work to do. So, if you'll excuse me." Damian stood from his chair and walked away.

"Alright, if you change your mind my door is open!" Literally, you leave your door open sometimes. You just forget to close it. A habit to try and get rid of.

After a few days. Damian did come to your room.

"Oh, look who's here. Is there something my little demon needs? hugs, kisses? whatever sisterly love can provide?" You smirked as you watched him give you a look of disgust.

"I don't want your useless affection. Father wants us to go with him to a meeting. Please wear something that doesn't look like a Hippe made it." With that, Damian walked out. He paused and took a glance of a picture you had hung on the wall; it was of a woman. Your mother no doubt.

You sighed and got yourself ready. Wondering why the hell Bruce wanted you to come along.

"Hey Alfred. Do you know why Bruce needs me at the meeting today?" you asked. Alfred handed you a drink you requested for

"It is a meeting at the Wayne enterprise. You will mistily be there to observe the working environment and understand what the Wayne family is about." Alfred escorted you down and helped you fix your dress up, so it was perfect.

Bruce couldn't help but smile as he watched you come down those stairs in one of the dresses Dick picked for you.

Once you reached the bottom, Bruce took your hand into his "You look beautiful."

Your smiled. Your smile faltered.

Remembering the time, your mother had a date with some man you didn't approve of.

It was cold out. Your mother was going to be with a man named Jim Bolton. You were happy she was happy. But you didn't trust this Jim guy. You asked, practically begged your uncle Jeff to do a background run on the man.

Jim was married at the age of 22, awfully young. He got divorced and has two daughters 3-4 years younger than you. he also had 3 DUI's. Your mother has told you he doesn't drink anymore. But you still didn't like him.

You watched your mother walk down the stairs, with a red dress on, her hair fixed up. Shinny jewels on. She looked amazing. You already saw her as a goddess, this just added onto the beauty you already saw in her. You couldn't help but look at her fondly.

"Okay, remember to lock all the doors. Your uncle Aarons going to be here in an hour to watch you and- . . . what?" Your mother noticed that small smile on your face. You were being silent. Just staring at her.

You chuckled and held her hands to yours "Nothing. . . you just look beautiful."

You missed her. You've been trying to not think too much of her. Not think of the time you two spent. Not think of her hugs. Her smile, her voice.

You have night terrors of what happened that day. At times you stay awake, too scared to close your eyes. Afraid to see every wrong thing you've done as a daughter. You make it worse for yourself by calling her number, only to hear no answer.

The Wayne building was big. Many people in uniforms rushing too somewhere. Rushing to get work done, rushing to get home.

You walked beside Damian. He has been quite this whole time. You wonder what was making your dear little weirdo so silent.

You sat in one meeting with Bruce and Damian. It was rather boring. But you did think Bruce was cool with the way he took over. Bruce had two other meetings that suddenly came up. He was going to take the two of you downtown to look around, get something to eat. Go to the movies even.

"It's alright. Me and De- Damian can go and hang around with Alfred. Can get a little Sibling bonding out of it." You held yourself back from calling the boy, demon. Almost let it slip for a second there.

Bruce liked the sound of that. When he agreed, you gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Bruce isn't the best with affection, but you have been doing these little gestures, hugging, the kisses on the cheek. You would even do the occasional 'I love you's Bruce is starting to think that you might just be getting closer to him. So, he buys you more things.

Sometimes you decline so he just gives you money.

Damian rolled his eyes as you dragged him to the car. Alfred Started the car and you two were now going to be closer than ever. Well, you hope.

"So, little brother, you have anyone that has cached your interest?"

Damian frowns "That is none of your business."

"I see, you must really her then. Or him, I don't discriminate on who you love." You felt a smirk creep up when you catch a glimpse of the look on the young boy's face. It just felt so fun toying with him like this.

"I don't have time for something like dating. Stop talking, you're giving me a migraine." Damian did visibly look tired of you, which made it even more enjoyable for you.

The first few weeks that you came to the manor. This boy has been activating the need for violence. You can't just cuss him out and flip him off like you did with Miguel.

You can tell Damian ain't stupid. He's sharp and very aware of his surroundings. One slip up and your done for. So, you decide to do what you did best.

Be annoying.

Damian ignores you more when you act like that. On top of that, you loved the reactions you got out of him.

You and Damian went to a music shop where they had those old timey records that you liked.

"Why do you need these things. You know you can listen to music like this on your phone, right?" Damian watched as you picked up a record and held it like it was precious. The most fragile thing in the world.

". . .The neighborhood I used to live in. Was loud. I could hear screaming, gun shots. And other things I wasn't supposed to hear." You gently put the record down and continued to walk down the aisle. Damian and Alfred followed behind.

"One night, there was a gang fight right outside. I got so scared. I ran into her room crying. She played a song. . ." You found a song you haven't seen in a while and grabbed it.

"She held me. . . and said, 'son solo sondios, mi amor.' and told me to listen to the music. Let that be the only thing you hear." You let yourself laugh, remembering at how much you cried.

"So, that's what I do. Instead of listening to sounds that give me fear. I listen to these."

Damian watched you happily go through the records.

Damian scoffed to himself. It was the first time he saw a real smile from you. Of course, you smile a lot. But everything was fake. You were putting on a facade. He didn't like fake people.

Lying all the time. People who lie, can't be trusted. And you lie a lot. he knows. You just haven't been caught yet.

But that, what you just did. You were actually being real. You don't seem too bad. For a bug.

"What's this?" Damian spoke up when he picked up a record that had big words on it with a blue background.

"Oh, Boney M. I love these guys." You know Uncle Aaron had full blown collocations of the band.

You looked down to see the look of confusion on Damians face. "Oh, my Go- Come on man. You really don't know these guys?"

"No, should I? . . . My mother wasn't like yours." Damian mumbled. He sets down the record. You stared at him, then glanced to Alfred. You don't know much about Damian's mother. Just that she left him with Bruce.

Due to the boy's uptight attitude, you assume his mother was strict. And based on Alfreds expression, she probably wasn't the best.

You put your hand on his shoulder. "Let's go watch a movie. Yeah?"

The movie was a comedy, it was funny to you. Even more funny that Damian couldn't understand the jokes in the movie. Just watching you laugh so much just because he wasn't understanding the jokes, Damian couldn't help but laugh himself.

"I liked the ending." Damian spoke as you two exited out the theater. "What? for real? . . . why? The ending was kind of butt." You say, Wanting to know why Damian actually liked the ending.

"Well, the main character, Lisa. She found out she was being played by that Moses guy. Even if he caught feelings for her at one point, he didn't have those feelings when he went with that dare. When he kissed her at the prom as some stupid form of an apology, she just slapped him. She knew her worth."

You just stared in utter disbelief. You couldn't help but giggle, then burst out laughing.

"What? Why are you always laughing!'' Damian was scolding you as you continued to laugh and try to explain why you were laughing.

Suddenly you felt your Spidey senses go crazy. Thats when an explosion was heard.

"Oh shi-"

people started running in panic. "It's joker. . ." You heard Damian mumble. You quickly grab Damians hand and try to get to the car where Alfred was parked. Damian let you drag him. So many people were crowding up in a panic.

Damian looked up at you, then to the multiple explosions Joker was dropping. Hearing his damn laugh echo. He was putting his Job as Robin first. And let your hand go. You felt him let go. You quickly turn around. Panic sets in you. You called out his name as you tried to shove people away so you could get through.

"DAMIAN!" You tried to help a few people who got hurt by the falling rubble around them. But all you could think of was Damian. You kept calling the boy's phone. But it would go straight to voicemail. You cussed multiple times.

You went back into the theaters, calling out for Damian, asking anyone if they had seen a little boy come back in.

You didn't know he had left to fulfill his role as Robin.

You were currently in an alleyway. Trying to get to Damian on the phone, no answer. You try to contact Bruce, you lost service. You got frustrated and decided to just run around like an idiot to try and look for the boy.

But you accidentally ran into someone and knock them down.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry Ma'am. Are you alright?" You were quick to help the girl up.

"Thanks. . . you look good, Y/n."

You paused. Who was this? how did she know your name. Your look of confusion started to fade as you recognized the voice. You began to step back.

The girl fully showed her face. Starring you right in the eyes.

"Gwen?"

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[foreingersgod]

ok hiiii! i’m the anon that asked for nika! sooo maybe a fic where reader is another players sister (or best friend, whatever you think would fit) and the player brings reader to a game and reader meets nika and it’s like love at first sight? maybe not as cringy as i made it sound lol, but i hope you get what i mean!

💗💗

to requester: i saw your other request and decided i’ll do them separately so we can enjoy more nika content!

Best Friends Sister . NM

pairing: nika muhl x reader

synopsis: you tag along with your parents for your sister’s game, not knowing it would be the best decision of your life.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

paigey: are you coming tonight with mom and dad or no?

you: only if you don’t hit me with another basketball then sure

paigey: i said i was sorry, dude. you should come though, i haven’t seen you for a minute

you: yea sorry, been busy and stuff. i’ll be there!

it was rare for you to attend your sister’s games on a regular basis. as much as you loved her and wanted to support, you were slammed with work and school and friends, the whole 9 yards. plus, watching millions of girls freak out over your sister was not your idea of a good time. but you’d been missing paige lately and wanted to show your sisterly support at least a few times this season.

so there you were, sitting outside your apartment on the concrete steps of the building, waiting for your parents to pick you up for the game. clad in UCONN attire, you picked at the weeds growing in between the cracks of stone.

arriving at the stadium, you could already sense the chaos. seeing all the girls there to see your sister play, it was a weird feeling. but once you made your way closer to the court with your family, seeing how happy paige looked out there, it made you feel insanely proud.

UCONN was up by 6 and your sister was killing it. being able to see her improvement throughout the game was truly rewarding to see. you cheered and hollered for each score until the end of the game finally rolled around, UCONN secured the win.

paige celebrated with her team for a few moments, reveling in their success before making her way to where you all sat. she greeted your parents with hugs, mom kissing her on the cheek and dad patting her back. then she maneuvered to you, dabbing you up before pulling you into a hug or your own.

“you killed it out there loser,” you congratulated “glad i got to see you play tonight, i’ve missed you!”

she laughed “thanks, me too”

paige worked her way around the rest of your family, taking time to chat with everyone. then she pulled you aside, motioning for you to follow her back down to the court.

“what?” you questioned, showing up at her side.

“thought i’d introduce you to everyone, plus aaliyah hasn’t seen you in forever and has been begging to see you”

you were always close with a few a her teammates, some of them being in paige’s life for so long that they became a part of your family. aaliyah, you were especially close with. but a lot of her other, newer teammates, you had yet to meet.

when you arrived on the court, paige leading you to the team, you started to spot some familiar faces. aaliyah ran over to you the second she saw you. pulling you into a bear hug and scolding you for not visiting more often. you greeted ice, too, congratulating her on a good game. it was nice to see them all again, catching up for lost time.

while in a conversation with aaliyah about how your job was going, paige politely pulled you aside again. she dragged you through the small crowd saying “i wanna introduce you to someone, i don’t think you’ve met yet”

finally, she stopped pulling you, coming to a halt just in front of the bench seats. paige was right, some girl you didn’t recognize sat on one of the seats, wiping the sweat from her brow and catching her breathe.

“hey, nika, i wanted to introduce you to my sister, YN!” paige said over the havoc of the stadium.

she looked up upon hearing paige summon her, eyes moving from paige’s and then to yours. she caught your attention right away, and suddenly, nothing else mattered once you locked eyes with the girl.

nika, you recalled paige calling her that, was the most beautiful girl you’d seen in your entire life. you studied every feature of her face right in that moment. her hair, you could only imagine how soft it was, pulled back in a near ponytail. her rosy cheeks, flush from exhaustion and excitement. her pearly white teeth that were so bright when she smiled at you. she was perfection if it were a person.

she was examining you as well, you could tell by the ways her eyes flickered between your eyes and down to your lips (triangle method iykyk). for a faint moment, it was just the two of you, lost in each others gaze. there was something about her, you couldn’t place it, but you wished you’d never have to look away.

unfortunately for you, your day dreams were interrupted when paige spoke up, confused by the silence.

“earth to nika” she waved her hand jokingly in front of her face “did you hear me? this is YN”

her eyes painfully pulled away from yours, looking at paige in surprise “right! sorry, i think i’m still a bit light headed”

she stood up, walking towards you and extending her hand out to you “very nice to meet you, YN, i didn’t know paige had a sister!”

your throat fell dry as you took her hand, gently shaking it. her touch lingered as her fingers swept against yours “nice to meet you too! yea i’m kind of all over the place and not around much so the team hasn’t seen a lot of me recently”

she eyed you again as you spoke. she tucked loose hairs behind her ear, smirking in a sultry manner.

“i get it, life’s busy” she bit her lip just enough for you to notice “but i’d..um-i’d like to see you around more”

“yea, hopefully i can stick around for a few more games” you joked, trying to hide how flustered you were.

“i’ll count on it” she said, then turned back to paige as she fumbled around in her bag, getting ready to leave “hey i gotta go catch up with a few people, but i’ll see you tomorrow?”

paige nodded, saying her goodbyes for the evening.

“see you around, YN” nika remarked, shoulder brushing against yours slightly as she walked past you, leaning in to whisper to you “and uh, do you think that maybe…maybe i could grab your number from paige or something? only if it’s ok with you”

you nodded your head vigorously, “yea, yes that’s more than ok with me”

she nodded back, flashing those dazzling teeth at you again before rushing across the court. you turned to face paige and saw the contorted look on her face.

“what the hell was that?” she asked.

“nothing” you suppressed a smile “it’s nothing”

that night, after the excitement of the game had worn off and you were back home, you were tucked into bed about to fall asleep. your phone buzzed abruptly, cashing you to roll over and pull it from its charger. your eyes squinted shut from the bright light of the screen.

unknown: hey is this YN? it’s nika :)

you didn’t have to think twice before responding and creating her contact.

you: it is, hi nika <3

nika: sorry to text you so late, paige was…very hesitant about giving me your number lol, but i was hoping i could take you out sometime if you’d want?

you: haha she’s annoying sometimes i’m sorry!

but i would love to you out with you!

nika: great! are you free friday? maybe 6ish?

you: definitely, it’s a date <3

you couldn’t stop smiling as you texted the rest of the night. who would have thought a basketball game would have changed your life completely?

[baddestbittyontheblock]

leah williamson fic recs (1)

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𖥔 ۫  obsessed leah williamson x reader

-a fic with soft/smitten leah and her teammates making fun of her for it because she’s usually cold and not emotional or soft.

𖥔 ۫  come back... be here. leah williamson x reader

-Leah would tell anyone who asked that she was fine. She had captained the Lionesses to a European Championship, Arsenal was sitting comfortably at the top of the table, and she was on the cover of British GQ. Leah was fine, great even…until she saw you, camera in hand, looking as beautiful as you did the day she first met you; as beautiful as you did the day she fell in love with you; as beautiful as you did the day you left.

OR a post breakup meeting leaves Leah less than fine (though she’d be kidding herself to think she has been anything but broken since you got on that plane to New York).

𖥔 ۫  take a look at my girlfriend (she's the only one i got) leah williamson x reader

-captain leah is proud of all her accomplishments- but calling you her girlfriend is her favourite

𖥔 ۫  oh baby leah williamson x reader | Leah Williamson x Pregnant Actress!Reader, Reader x Platonic Bestie Austin Butler

-Your relationship with Leah has always been a secret to the public. So, when you’re photographed looking very pregnant and hanging out with your best friend, Austin Butler, the internet assumes he is the father. Leah, already hating Austin, gets jealous and wants to announce to the world that you’re married and expecting your first child together.

𖥔 ۫  traitor leah williamson x reader

-Leah and R have started to pursue a relationship with each other. How long will it take for their fans and teammates who are unaware to catch on? part three, you can find part one and part two here.

𖥔 ۫  hoodie leah williamson x reader

-Leah and Reader’s relationship is still building up together. And more people are catching on.

𖥔 ۫  good girls gone bad leah williamson x reader

-inspired by *that* clip

𖥔 ۫  "a williamson would never wear sky blue." leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  public relations leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  flatline leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  sisterly love leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  bedtime stories leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  "you kissed me." leah williamson x reader

-Running off on the adrenaline of winning the Euro's, Leah decides that she doesn't want to hold back how she feels for her childhood best friend

𖥔 ۫  instagram lives with me leah williamson x reader

-the posts that you and leah share on social media

𖥔 ۫  double support leah williamson x reader | alessia russo x reader

-in which; your girlfriends watch you make your return to chelsea after a long haul of recovery.

𖥔 ۫  reconcile. leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  proudest moment leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  only the beginning leah williamson x reader

-This is a follow up Proudest Moment which you can find here!

𖥔 ۫  It’s All Fun and Games... leah williamson x morgan!reader

𖥔 ۫  setbacks leah williamson x bronze!reader

-The Prequels: Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five

𖥔 ۫  introductions leah williamson x bronze!reader

𖥔 ۫  the reveal leah williamson x bronze!reader

-Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Setbacks

𖥔 ۫  hoodie leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  well you were leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫  meeting morgan leah williamson x reader

-Sisterly Love Masterlist

𖥔 ۫  leah williamson blurb. leah williamson x reader

-Whispering jokes/loving words in a lecture/ school/church/a meeting. Trying not to laugh/ flirt back in fear of disturbing everyone else who's trying to pay attention.

𖥔 ۫  face masks and horror films. leah williamson x reader

-soft girlfriend banter

𖥔 ۫  leah williamson blurb leah williamson x reader

-��If we get caught, I’m blaming you” + “…You can’t make out with someone platonically.” 

𖥔 ۫  lessi and leah blurb leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫ “I swear if we get caught I’m actually going to kill you” leah williamson x reader | Fluff mostly, slight sexual references

-Leah’s GF has been busy during her injury period, meaning they’ve been like ships in the night. Reader decides to surprise her at one of her games.

𖥔 ۫ mrs williamson leah williamson x reader

-leah williamson supremecy always, all day every day

𖥔 ۫  ignorance is bliss ficlet leah williamson x reader

-feel free to read the proper full fic that this is a spin off from here

𖥔 ۫  like real people do leah williamson x reader

-a collection of private moments from a relationship between two public figures.

𖥔 ۫  abs leah williamson x reader | SMUT

-you shouldn’t be this distracted by your teammates abs, but its a good thing you are or something between you two never would have happened

𖥔 ۫  how could i ever (treat my baby that way) leah williamson x reader

-You’d think that between the chilly air coming out of the air conditioning in the room and the freezing cold drink in your hand that you’d be comfortably cool, body not overheating despite being in a slightly crowded bar. 

𖥔 ۫  i'm so furious (at you for making me feel this way) leah williamson x reader

-“What? You’re not gonna say ‘hi’?”

𖥔 ۫ first steps leah williamson x reader | fluff, boyfriend!leah, leah's first day back (fully)

-its leah first day running post-acl surgery and she's upset you're not able come, but viv, beth, and laura have a surprise for her

𖥔 ۫ playgirl leah williamson x reader | 18 + minors dni (smut, fingering, cunnilingus,) lots of angst, smut, hurt, fluff, fluffy soft smut

𖥔 ۫ I'd follow you around the world leah williamson x reader

𖥔 ۫ heels leah williamson x reader

-+ the gucci exhibition outfit

-𖥔 ۫ obvious leah williamson x fem!reader | blurb, fluff

-leah thinks she is slick, but she is quite the opposite

-𖥔 ۫ handyman leah williamson x fem!reader

-"-love do you have to stop at every single display room?" leah sighed with a tired smile as you collapsed on yet another sofa you had no intention of buying. "lee it's all a part of the experience! come, sit with me." you patted the brown leather with a beaming grin that leah just couldn't say no to as she wandered over and sat beside you.

-𖥔 ۫ work wife leah williamson x reader

-reader is Leah’s girlfriend and an Aussie or an American but plays for Arsenal and is the same age as less? so Leah requests they befriend less and make her feel welcome but then they become besties and Leah gets all pouty and jealous which reader finds hilarious cause her and less are just friends but she loves to wind Leah up

-𖥔 ۫ i licked it so its mine a.russo x l.williamson x reader

-katie’s story of “I licked it so it’s mine”, inspired a funny crack blurb with Leah x Less x Reader

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-when r finds out that their two bestfriends (and secret crushes) have gotten together on a trip they go into a meltdown of feeling left out and unloved - lw2 sort them out and show them just how loved they are by the two of them

-𖥔 ۫ lucky charms leah williamson x reader

-leah wearing this rly full cross body bag to all the games so far and I’ve just thought how does a girl need so much stuff with her to watch the game?! Maybe a fic where Leah’s gf questions her about the cross body bag, she gets all shy and it turns out she’s carrying something of her gfs (lucky item, fav t shirt etc) to bring luck for the game.

-𖥔 ۫ losing leah williamson x reader

-you’d never felt more heart broken in your life than you did in this moment. Looking out at a crowd of people you didn’t know, a crowd of people that were feeling a fraction of the disappointment you were. You’d collapsed to the grass as soon as the whistle had blown, your heart shattering into a million pieces on the pitch. You’d worked your ass off, your whole team had worked their asses off, and yet you’d still fallen short, it still wasn’t enough.

-𖥔 ۫ asthma attacks leah williamson x reader | sickness angst and heart warming fluff

[reminiscingtonight]

Meeting Scott

Leah Williamson x Morgan!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Sisterly Love Masterlist

[WOSO Masterlist]

It’s raining outside. Despite having played in rainy London for nearly a year now, you still haven’t gotten used to the cold. 

Shivering, you burrow yourself closer to your source of heat. The warm body beneath you chuckles, fingers scratching more firmly against your scalp. 

Curled up in Leah’s lap, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. 

You’ve been in this position for nearly an hour now, the warmth of your girlfriend paired with the chilly English sky making you want to stay exactly where you are. With the TV playing in the background, you hum contently, Leah’s hands running through your hair doing a good job at slowly lulling you to sleep. 

Domestic bliss is something you’ve always made fun of your friends for, but now that you’ve found a reason to stay home yourself, well let’s just say you can understand why some couples like spending most of their down time with each other.

While you’ve been drifting in and out of sleep on Leah’s lap, your girlfriend’s been splitting her time between answering some of her emails while simultaneously treating you like the lap cat you’ve become. 

A sudden stop of her fingers has you making an unhappy noise. Leah’s quick to resume running her fingers through your hair, but you become attuned to the way she’s stiffened underneath you. 

You crack an eye open, mumbling out a tired, “What’s wrong?”

When Leah doesn’t answer, you slowly roll over, quick to note the crinkle between your girlfriend’s brows. Leah drops her eyes from her phone to meet yours, and despite the soft look in her eyes, you can see the storm brewing beneath them. 

Her hand slips out of your hair, coming forward to caress at your cheek. A content hum rumbles deep in your chest, but you’re quick to blink yourself back into the present. Tilting your head a bit, you give her fingers a light kiss. 

A soft smile breaks across Leah’s face at your action and you grin in return, happy to get the response you were aiming for. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask again, hoping your soft display of love will get Leah to open up.

This time Leah sighs out, eyes darting back to her phone. It’s easy to see the way she’s debating whether or not to tell you what’s on her mind, but whatever’s been troubling her eventually wins out. “Alex wants to come over.”

You frown, confused. “She does? I was just on the phone with her and she didn’t say anything about--”

“Not your Alex,” Leah interrupts.

“Oh.” Your frown deepens. Which other Alex could Leah be-- “Oh!” You’re shooting up in an instant. Leah has to jerk back to avoid clashing heads with you. “Alex Scott wants to come over?”

Leah nods.

“To meet me.”

Leah nods again.

“Oh my god.” 

It’s no secret how close your girlfriend is with the former Arsenal player. It’s one of the first things you’ve ever learned about Leah, the admiration she holds for her former mentor. You’ve seen the pictures, heard the stories, the only thing you’ve yet to do is actually meet the person Leah calls her soul sister.

You’ve only been together officially for a couple months, but you’re not sure if it’s luck or some outside force at work that’s kept you from meeting Alex yet. 

“I don’t know if I can do this. What if she hates me? What if she thinks I’m no good for you? What if--”

“Babe. Breathe.” You’re pouting when Leah gently grabs at your hands. “Alex will love you.”

“How do you know that? I’m willing to bet my left leg that--”

“Alex will love you because I love you.” Leah’s words are soft but firm, the gentle brush of her fingers against your pulse point doing wonders to calm you down. “Alex has had to sit through countless hours of my lovesick ramblings about how attractive I found you before we got together. And those confessions have only tripled since we’ve started dating.”

Lifting your hand to her lips, she gives your hand a gentle kiss. 

Your cheeks turn a rosy hue at her softness. “You’re only saying that because we’re dating,” you mumble. 

“I’m saying that because we’re dating and because it’s true. It doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive.”

You’re unable to stop the giggles at the teasing look on her face, Leah not looking bothered whatsoever at being found out. 

Sighing, you relax into Leah’s hold again, your girlfriend’s touch bringing you all the comfort you need. 

That is until you hear the telltale sound of keys in a lock. 

You freeze.

There’s a hundred people who could have keys to your girlfriend’s place. Her mom. Her brother. Keira. 

Leah’s a loving person who wouldn’t hesitate to offer her place up as a place of solace, but currently there’s one person you’re really hoping doesn’t have keys to her apartment.

“Leah,” you whisper, eyes darting to the wall separating the living room from the front door. “Please tell me Alex doesn’t have the keys to your place.”

There’s a guilty look in Leah’s eyes as she winces. “Okay,” she says slowly. “Alex doesn’t have keys to my place.”

You swat at Leah’s thigh, knowing better than to believe her. A bark of laughter has you stiffening once again, eyes quick to locate the source of the sound. 

“Leah babe, you should know better than to lie to your girlfriend. Happy wife, happy life, right?”

It’s Leah’s turn to blush, the blonde’s face reddening at Alex’s teasing. “We’re not engaged, Alex!”

While Leah’s busying joking around with her best friend, your muscles have once again locked up, nerves at a hundred from being in the same room as such a soccer legend. 

“You must be the marvelous girlfriend Leah’s been telling me about.” Alex gives you a polite smile, hand coming forward to shake your hand. 

When your hands make contact, you’re unable to stop your mouth from dropping open. “Holy gods, I’m shaking hands with Alex Scott,” you whisper in awe. 

It’s easy to tell by Alex’s face that she’s trying hard not to laugh right into your face, but you honestly wouldn’t fault her if she did. 

“You want an autograph?” she teases, ignoring Leah’s grunt of annoyance. 

“Um. I’d try to act chill and say something cool right now, but I don’t think I could fool you either way,” you gulp. 

Your comment earns you another bark of laughter from the former England player. “I like her,” Alex winks at Leah, dropping onto the couch beside you. 

With both of your eyes still focused on her, Alex gestures towards Leah’s bedroom. “Well get going, go get changed. I’m treating the two of you to some dinner.

Leah shrugs when you turn your eyes to her, but the blonde still reaches across to grab at your hands, dragging you with her. 

“My Alex gives us so much shit,” you grumble. “Your Alex treats us to dinner.”

Leah gives you an amused smile, but you’re not done with your complaints. 

“If it comes down to it, I know which Alex we’re keeping.”

The thin wall separating the bedroom from the living room isn’t enough to block the muffled sound of laughter, your guest easily catching every single word of your conversation.

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ShinRan common complaints beyond the Conan secret debunked.

Ran uses her karate on Shinichi, he knows how to evade it because she taught him as a way to protect herself (like Kogorou teaching Eri Judo) and he grew up with her as she was learning - maybe I've seen too many Shounen anime where fighting/martial arts is a focus but this is a sign of how well he knows her and she him, she's not out to harm him but she doesn't need to hold back either. It's like how Shinichi's shoes/footballs break stuff but don't risk killing people.

Shinichi taking advantage of Ran, is always encouraged as she can set her own boundaries and never wants to come between him and a case even when he's too distracted by her/would rather not.

The phone calls only are circumstances plus needed separation between 'Shinichi x Ran' and 'Conan-kun & Ran-nee-chan' as he'd never ask her to love a little brother much younger than her as a boyfriend but Conan is mostly a fake persona brought on by necessity that he often breaks when Ran is involved. I somewhat like the possibility of Shinichi learning to see his long-time crush as a sisterly figure (found family for the win! different types of love but same amount and level of importance) but Gosho's writing isn't going in that direction and it's not so bad - Shinichi stays by Ran's side whatever way he can because she's his anchor in his dark world of murderers. Long-distance relationships of emails/calls and gifts are great too, to each their own, if it works for them it works.

Ran does in fact listen to Shinichi's interests, and him to hers as evidenced by their knowledge but they've presumably listened to each other ramble hundreds of times and don't always like the same things/have the same investment in doing something. They'll enjoy the other's reaction but feel no need to experience it together.

Shinichi does rely on Ran beyond even being a child, whenever it's a fight he watches her win knowing full well that's the outcome and trusts her to say the right thing at the right time in the right way during cases (often as Sleeping Kogorou but it's still him) and he knows he can ask her for a lot as she's very willing to give and he's painfully aware of that so avoids it whenever he believes he can afford to.

I feel like people forget that beyond Shinichi being a bit mean as a love language (see Sonoko, The Detective Boys, Professor Agasa and his football team) which is where the regularly used 'barou' comes from, he regularly notes Ran's knowledge and reasoning skills saying she'd make a good detective; He is also a kuudere and always tries to play it cool when Ran's involved. Meanwhile the usually confident Ran is a dandere and is very shy when it comes to advancing their relationship. They are also the canonical bad luck x good luck pair (look at Ran's extreme lottery wins versus Kaito's near disaster heists he had to use all his skills to barely succeed and tell me I'm wrong).

I can see what you mean.

Their relationship is so beautiful.

[eyra]

winning arguments without crying

Three years ago I liked you and now I think you’re hideous That’s really all it is. Crumbling stone above your sink in a houseshare bathroom that feels like an aeroplane toilet. A corona of snakes that couldn’t be saved by a beautiful tragedy. You have to train them, you see To bite beautifully and in a tragic sort of way A literary way You can’t just wash your red hair and let it dry like that. I would know. Mine are revered and I think people are afraid of them but in a beautiful sort of way.

That’s another story that I’m trying to write and I wish I could block you from the pages like I’ll block you on Instagram.

I think you’re hideous A gradual  and then very sudden descent into a cramping hatred like the way you think hot weather is just fantastic and I think the sun is fucking obnoxious Like you A loudly epic microcosm  A study in how to learn to hate a stranger measured by unprecedented times and a handful of afternoons eating  blue cheese and crackers on London grass waiting for the time to pass If nobody likes you and everybody likes me then does that make me awful too? or does it just mean I’m right

You glittered like a mirror for a morning our sisterly reflections in mourning A summer snapshot from the lens I’m still in charge of Now you’re a black hole or something worse probably an empty shell pretending to be a whole person. Boring boring boring Everything about you is boring I’m bored with how boring I find you This poem is boring. It’s boring to talk about you but I can’t stop none of us can stop we’re all awful. You were a mirror and isn’t that funny considering how much you fucking love looking at yourself now Is this fucking play about us? as long as it’s all focused on you Tell us to knock the f-stop back as far as we can until it’s just The You Show again but you’ll say you hate the lens I’m standing behind. Apparently it’s all so condescending of me but I think you just don’t understand what that word means and what you actually mean is I’m older than you and know how to win arguments? What you actually mean is I can fight without shaking and my face doesn’t turn red when I’m angry? and I’ve always thought that a very lucky trait to have I think I probably got that from my dad although he doesn’t really get angry. I think you should write a poem about what you got from your dad But you’ll never do that even if  it’s the easy pick to the door you say someone else bolted you behind screaming. I unpicked mine when I was twenty and I’ll always shoot if someone slags off my closet And you think you’re the gunmaster here

But that’s a totally separate conversation and I can’t be bothered having it with you so can we just move on because you’re too narrow to get that.

The most caring person in the world until empathy starts unearthing your enemies As if you don’t already have a thousand. And none of it feels important anymore so I’m embarrassed that I even care but it’s not a caring sort of caring. If you’re compelled by right and wrong I’m compelled by love and hate I think that’s my coin and one day soon I’ll stop spending it on you But for now I’m solvent Even if I’m letting you steal from me and your steel city state is richer than my ancient woodland but your vaults are beneath iron girders of fantastic and thanks so much and so it becomes a girlish and quietly-biting sort of coin that burns lips and makes everything taste like copper mine is just a mist and then you accuse me of being non-confrontational when actually I’ve always quite liked confrontation.

It’s something I’m good at

and yet you keep trying and honestly I find that mortifying But you’re a child so I don’t even care. Maybe I should swaddle you but you said you're wise beyond your years so I guess let’s go with that? And if everyone hates you and nobody hates me then maybe you should go back to your mirror and look there instead of at your front-facing camera because that’s mortifying too  and you should’ve gone to university because you would’ve met other mirrors there And at least I know I’m a bitch

I met my mirrors ages ago.

But you run from reflection and choose your front-facing camera instead because it does that thing where it flips the image and you get to pretend that you’re the opposite thing to the thing you actually are and you get to tell yourself that you’re so tiny and the world is the Big Bad pecking at your nest. But you’re the awful thing And everything is backwards And everything is mirrored to you And if I saw myself in you then send me the invoice and finish your email with  thanks so much  for teaching me how to be something else because honestly if I became what you already are I think I’d just die  I can see you rolling your eyes on the playground because someone else was enjoying the swings but in a stupid way and the tarmac was hotter in Germany but that doesn’t make you more interesting. God I wish I could tell you that.

I told you once that sometimes I pretend I’m on Graham Norton when I’m in the car I thought everyone did that but apparently they don’t But that’s fine I think and you didn’t need to laugh about it with your fiancée But she's left you too and I found that funny So let’s call it even.

I dive headfirst into the oil when it comes to you because it feels so hotly delicious  To nestle in the anonymous ranks of whatever armies you think you did nothing to provoke You’ve got spears for crutches but your armour is accountancy note paper With lecture notes too boring to comprehend I don’t think you’re actually interested in investment risk and taxation or fraud analytics Is anyone? It’s just something else to put on your brown sash and on your HER profile. Tell them about how you’re on every battlefield and I’m just softly at home writing a stupid poem about you And if you’re reading this now because you keep tabs on everyone and everything and if you were waiting for me Don’t flatter yourself. This isn’t about you. Because I already don’t remember how old you are but I think you get a notification when I post an Instagram story of myself as a child.

I have a pitchy black well of everything that you don’t have and I throw myself into it and you screw your face up lime-sour when actually I think you’d love to build one for yourself  but you can’t stop looking at your Instagram followers for long enough to work out  How to cast bricks or divine water or whatever else you need to build a well

You don’t even have the land for it yet.

I’d rather write a stupid poem than be your blank piece of paper I’d rather write myself as a villain than play your antagonist  Write me out of your boring story I’m begging you. It’s been a year and you’re still looking up how to spell my name  Between notes about investment management and derivatives And I don’t even know what that means Thank God. God it’s so boring But I’m laughing at the idea of one day forgetting your name.

I can be rotten but I think the thing that saves you from Hell is the welcoming of the rot and if I can be this but also sleep with my friends and love my American cereal and the little squares of sun my mirrorballs cast to my blue walls Then what does it matter I don’t think it matters. But you can’t be told about any of that Because you’re too busy romancing your front-facing camera and  one-hundred-and-thirty-three people in fluorescent ceiling panels who won’t ever clap at a volume that fills you So I’ll leave you waiting for your lean applause And I’ll just be lighter.

I watched a video today of my niece on a ride-on lawnmower Grinning with my dad in the field behind our house and that was me twenty-two years ago. God I love that I can love.

[toadsbitch]

BloodSpore Ramblings #1:

Astarion thinks Tavara only fell in love with him because of his beauty, when in reality she fell in love with him slowly over time.

The closer they grew the more she learned about him, the more she observed him and bantered with him while he laid in her tent reading shitty romance books for the hell of it and she managed her stock and inventory.

She fell in love with his sharp tongue, his witty and catty mouth, his expressive eyes, the way his laugh lines deepen and enhanced his sharp fanged smile, the little wisps of white curls that framed his marble pale face and ears.

His vein covered arms, how attracted and fixated she was with his hands calloused from sewing and resewing his only clothes he was ever allowed, the way he portrayed such a vicious and flamboyant persona to everyone and hid behind sharp vermillion eyes, but when with her he felt safe enough to let that sharpness drop and reveal soft expressive ruby eyes.

The way he’d nuzzle his cheek into the palm of her hand when she rubbed dirt off his cheekbones after battle like he’d never so much as had a kind touch before, the little jokes and gossiping sessions they shared in Elvhen, the fact he saw Daella not as a creature belonging to Tavara but as a living being who held so much reverence and sisterly love in Tavara’s heart, her protector and blood sister, her mount and best friend.

Tavara fell in love with him during their trip in the Shadowlands, when they leaned on each other the most and she tried to help him in any way she could, when she witnessed him almost be killed by Shadow monsters and she felt an anguish and protective rage she’d never felt before, how she wanted to hold him and make him forget all that Cazador had done to him.

The nights they spent, the shared touches, hugs, chaste kisses, the times he’d come to her tent and wordlessly bury his face in her chest while silently crying from a memory of those 200 years..

How he always picked up little things she liked and gave as gifts, at first it was just to win her favor and allegiance, to get her on his side, but soon he found himself doing it because he wanted to.

Simply put, he enjoyed seeing her light up when presented with pretty things he found or stole, new plants to restock her inventory, how she seemed so readily accepting of his vampirism and past, he grew to love and crave her touch and not just as a ploy to gain her as an ally but because it was so tender and soothing compared to the unconsented touches of the pretty strangers who got to fuck him, how her lipstick tasted of blackberries and left sweet dark marks on his cheeks and the corners of his mouth, how her presence brought with her the smell of earth, blackberries, mint, iron, and lemongrass.

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Interview with Olivia Abtahi

Olivia Abtahi, author of contemporary novels Perfectly Parvin and Azar on Fire, just released a new book and this time it's a fantasy. We're so glad that she was willing to answer a few questions about Twin Flames.

Summary: On estranged twins Leila and Bianca's eighteenth birthday, Leila suddenly gains a djinn's superpowers, and the twins realize that their town can only survive the djinns' secret plans if they learn to work together as sisters. An action-packed YA fantasy!

Twins Bianca and Leila could not be more different from each other. Being both Argentinian and Iranian in a small town has always been hard, but with Leila shunning her heritage and Bianca embracing it, the two walk very different paths. They run in different circles of friends, and barely talk anymore. Leila's a homebody who loves to craft and plans on marrying her high school sweetheart. Bianca's more anti-establishment and plans to get out of Dodge as soon as humanly possible.

But on their eighteenth birthday, the neighbor's barn mysteriously burns down. When Leila encounters a monster arising from the fire, a djinn, suddenly she gains strange powers--and can no longer touch iron.

What do these djinn want with Leila--or other people in town, for that matter? Can the twins learn to rely on each other--and their cultures--to banish them? It'll take a sisterly reconciliation for the girls to find out and to save their hometown in this New Visions Award-winning fantasy adventure.

Thank you so much for sharing with us today. Your bio says that you’ve been devouring books since your school days. What kind of books moved you or influenced you when you were a young adult?

Hi Crystal! I read a lot of sci-fi and fantasy as a kid. I was up to my eyeballs in Dune and Ender’s Game in middle and high school. A book I loved was The House of Scorpion by Nancy Farmer and I was obsessed with the Sabriel series by Garth Nix!

Can you tell us a little bit about your filmmaking and how that and writing novels are related or ways that they are different?

I think they are similar in that they are both storytelling mediums. It feels like the same part of my brain is being exercised, just with a different tool. The freeing thing about writing though is that I don’t have to convince anyone to tell my story with me; all I need is a word processor or a pen and paper. With film, you need a lot of outside buy-in to make it happen, and I didn’t have the temperament for that.

I just finished reading Twin Flames and really appreciated the dynamics between the twins. How do you typically arrive at your characters and what did you enjoy about Bianca and Leila?

Bianca and Leila, are, at their heart, just different sides of my myself. For better or worse, I am a character-driven author. I have to picture the protagonists in my head before I can really put words to paper. For Bianca and Leila I would scour IMDB to find actresses who embodied what I was going for and took it from there. I loved writing Bianca’s snark, but I loved writing Leila’s hopes and dreams as well. They were really fun to bounce between.

Bianca and Leila encounter a wide variety of djinn. Were they all types you were familiar with or did this involve some research?

I feel like I barely scratched the surface on all the types of djinn! The sleep paralysis djinn was one I had grown up with (I had it often as a child) but others were in my periphery, I had just never looked them up. Also, the ones I grew up with are unique to Southwest Asia and North Africa, while there are even more in Southeast Asia. It’s pretty cool and I loved researching them and even got scared at times reading about people’s run-ins with djinn!

Do you have any interesting tidbits that you wanted to include in the book, but had to leave out for any reason?

So many. This was the first book I ever wrote and I really had to kill my darlings! A lot of the things I had to remove were family scenes, from an in-depth analysis of the spark plug issue their father was working on, to the reason why their mother had to leave Argentina. There are pages and pages of backstory that just never made it in, along with some even creepier djinn.

Your own family of origin was similar to that of the twins. Were there specific challenges or rewards in writing something that mirrored your own life in that way?

For sure. A lot of the time I would just ask myself “Do I need to explain this?” From having the feast of seven fishes at Christmas, even though the mom is Argentinian, to explaining what Esfand herbs were. Taking off their shoes at the door, pickling things at home…these were all moments where I wasn’t sure if I should expand on them because they were just unspoken truths in my upbringing. Sometimes, writing what you know is even harder!

Is there a question you wish I had asked about the story or your writing process?

The title. I didn’t realize that “Twin Flames” was such a huge part of people’s spiritual beliefs. I had just wanted to write a book about twins who literally had djinn flames inside of them. Whoops.

What is next in your writing journey? 

I have a picture book publishing in January called THE INTERPRETER. It follows Cecilia, a girl who is torn between her normal life of being a soccer-loving kid, and her not-so-normal life of interpreting English to Spanish for her parents. It is very close to my heart!

Thanks again for taking the time to answer questions about Twin Flames. We're glad it's out in the world for people to enjoy. 

Growing up in the DC area, Olivia devoured books and hid in empty classrooms during school to finish them. Her debut novel, Perfectly Parvin, was published in 2021, receiving the SCBWI Golden Kite Honor, YALSA Odyssey Honor, and numerous starred reviews. Her sophomore novel, Azar on Fire, was published in August 2022 and a SLJ pick. Olivia's third novel, Twin Flames, is a New Visions Award winner. She currently lives in Denver, Colorado, with her husband and daughter.

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Twice's 10th member has to fake date ATEEZ's Wooyoung even if all the members like her

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anonwho gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it! :)

The request: Can I request a one shot of Twice falling in love with the short, cute and innocent tenth member! reader. Twice does everything possible to make reader fall in love with her, they achieve it by spoiling her but something happens, reader is forced to have a relationship with an idol (it could be wooyoung). Thanks for taking your time reading this!

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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Y/N had always been the cute and innocent 10th and youngest member of TWICE, and her endearing personality had endeared her to her fellow members. But little did she know that she was about to become the unwitting target of their affections in a way that would turn her world upside down.

It all began innocently enough during a break from their hectic schedule. TWICE was lounging in their shared dorm, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation. The maknae was curled up on the couch, engrossed in a book, when Nayeon, the group's eldest member, glanced over at her with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Nayeon - Sunshine, you know, you're the cutest member of TWICE.

Said girl blushed and looked up from her book, surprised by the sudden compliment.

Y/N - Oh, unnie, you're just saying that.

But Nayeon wasn't finished. 

Nayeon - And we all love you so much. In fact, I think we're all falling for you.

Y/N's eyes widened as she realized that Nayeon wasn't the only one with a glint of mischief in her eye. The other members were nodding in agreement, and suddenly, TWICE's honey found herself the centre of attention.

Sana, known for her playful nature, leaned in closer to her darling and began to whisper.

 Sana - Dear, what if we all tried to make you fall in love with us?

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. 

Y/N - W-what?

Dahyun chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 

Dahyun - Yeah, angel! We want to win your heart.

Momo, who had always been a bit of a romantic, spoke next.

Momo - We'll do whatever it takes to make you fall for us.

Jihyo - Boo, you mean the world to us.

Jeongyeon - We've been keeping this secret for too long.

Chaeyoung - We want to spoil you and make you happy.

Tzuyu - You deserve all the love in the world, hon.

Nayeon - So, what do you say, babe? Will you let us all try to win your heart?

Y/N - I...I don't know what to say. *blushing*

Sana - Say yes! *grinning*

Y/N - Okay, yes. *nervous wreck*

Momo - Great! Let's get started, everyone!

Jihyo - Babygirl, you're in for a lot of love and attention.

Jeongyeon - Get ready to be spoiled, sweetheart!

Chaeyoung - We're going to make you fall so hard for us.

Tzuyu - You won't know what hit you, Y/N.

Nayeon - This is going to be so much fun. *whispering*

Sana - I can't wait to see our little star's reactions. *whispering back*

Dahyun - This is just the beginning, luv. *sneaking a kiss on Y/N's cheek*

Momo - We promise to make you the happiest person in the world. *hugging Y/N tightly*

Jihyo - We're going to make beautiful memories together. *holding Y/N's hand*

Jeongyeon - You're our precious beloved. *placing a loving kiss on Y/N's forehead*

TWICE's lovebug felt her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red. She had never imagined her unnies had such feelings for her. She was used to their sisterly affection, but this was entirely different.

The other members quickly got to work, showering their girl with attention and affection. Jihyo cooked her favourite meals, Jeongyeon wrote her sweet notes, and Chaeyoung composed cute songs just for her. Tzuyu even volunteered to help her with her daily chores.

Days turned into weeks, and the youngest found herself falling for each member of TWICE in different ways. She couldn't deny the love and care they showed her, and she soon realized that her feelings for them were growing stronger with each passing day.

But their secret didn't stay hidden for long. One fateful day, Dispatch, the stupid notorious Korean entertainment news outlet, caught wind of the situation. They began publishing articles about the members of TWICE contending for Y/N's affection, causing a media uproar.

The agency was quick to respond, and Y/N found herself in a difficult situation. She was forced to go on a fake date with ATEEZ's Wooyoung, a talented idol from another group, to quell the rumours and protect TWICE's reputation.

Y/N's heart ached as she went on the fake date with Wooyoung. He was a kind and charming guy, but her heart belonged to her TWICE members. She felt like she was betraying them, and the guilt weighed heavily on her.

Meanwhile, everyone on TWICE was devastated. They had been caught in their attempt to win Y/N's heart, and they couldn't bear the thought of her being with someone else. They watched the news reports of their Y/N and Wooyoung's fake date with heavy hearts.

After the fake date ended, the maknae returned to the dorm, feeling emotionally drained. She was met with tearful eyes and worried faces as the members of TWICE surrounded her.

Nayeon - We're so sorry for putting you through this, pet. *teary-eyed*

Y/N - It's not your fault, unnie. I never wanted this either. *hugs Nayeon*

The other members chimed in with their apologies, each expressing their love and regret for the situation they had unintentionally created.

TWICE's little tiger wiped away her tears and looked at her fellow unnies with determination. 

Y/N - I want to be with all of you, no matter what. I don't care about the rumours or what anyone else thinks. I love you all, and that's all that matters.

TWICE's eyes lit up with hope and joy. They had never been more grateful to have Y/N as a member of their group.

But the road ahead wouldn't be easy. The agency had made it clear that Y/N had to maintain her fake relationship with Wooyoung to protect TWICE's image. It was a tough situation, but Y/N and her members were determined to make it work.

Over time, TWICE's youngest and Wooyoung became close friends, and he became aware of the true nature of her relationship with the TWICE members. He was understanding and supportive, even agreeing to help them keep their secret from the public.

As the months passed, Y/N's relationship with TWICE deepened, and she found herself falling in love with each member in a unique and special way. They were her family, her confidants, and her greatest source of love and support.

One day, as they all gathered in the dorm, Y/N took a deep breath and addressed her members.

Y/N - I love all of you, and I want to be in a relationship with each of you. *blushing*

The room fell silent for a moment, and then, one by one, the members of TWICE broke into smiles. They had all secretly had the same desire but had been afraid to voice it.

Jihyo - We love you too, cutie pie. *tears of happiness spilling from her eyes*

Y/N's heart soared as they each confessed their love for her, and they all shared a group hug, sealing their commitment to one another.

Despite the ups and downs, their love for each other remained unwavering. Y/N had found her place in the world, surrounded by the love and devotion of the nine incredible women who had captured her heart.

And in the end, they all looked at each other and shared the same thought:

I'll love these girls forever.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[nuttersincorporated]

Anastasia and Drizella can do better and deserve better

I feel sorry for Anastasia and Drizella in The Villains Lair by PattyCake Productions. Yes, they are selfish, petty and shallow but they don’t know any better.

They seem to have been raised in isolation. They only had each other, their mother who shaped their world view and their step-sister Cinderella, who they were encouraged to mistreat. They didn’t have friends and were raised with high expectations placed on them.

Cinderella wasn’t the only one Lady Tremain was abusive to. She was just as abusive to her own daughters. However, Anastasia and Drizella can’t even recognise it because she abused them in a different way.

In their minds, she only wants the best for them. That’s why she always pushed them to be perfect. It couldn’t possibly be that her expectations are too high and they’ll never be able to live up to them no matter what, right?

Anastasia and Drizella don’t even get to be on the same side. They always have to compete and, because of that, they are constantly putting each other down.

They fawn over both Hans and Gaston (they can do better) but it’s always both Anastasia and Drizella fighting over one of them at a time. They never consider each trying to impress one man each. It has to be a competition because that’s all they’ve ever known. Whoever ‘wins’ is the better person and the other is a failure.

Lady Tremain told her daughters they had to be perfect and marry well. That’s what they’re trying to do. They will literally argue about who should get to marry a man who’s singing about how women are inferior and should be willing to change everything about themselves to please a potential husband.

Anastasia and Drizella don’t have any hobbies, skills or friends. They want to be rich and married to someone important. Outside of that, there have no interests.

The only time Anastasia and Drizella get to be on the same side is when they are against someone else. They get to hate other people, like Cinderella, more than they hate each other and that’s the closest they get to a sisterly bond.

Lady Tremain does not love her daughters. She sees them as pawns to help her climb the social ladder. She’s sung, in front of them, about how her perfect home is one where’s she’s all alone.

However, she was more obviously cruel to Cinderella and she didn’t make Anastasia and Drizella servants in their own home so she couldn’t really mean that. She must only have meant a home without Cinderella, not without them. She loves them, right?

Anastasia and Drizella are stuck surrounded by villains, with no role models and an emotionally abusive mother. They aren’t happy but, in their minds, that is all Cinderella’s fault. They don’t even realise how messed up their world view is and unless they can get out, they probably never will because they’ve never known anything else.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"Okay, two spirits about halfway fused and one teenage demon hybrid. I can work with this."

Lukas scooped the lingering energy from Theo's hands and raised the boy from the ground. With a snap of their fingers, the half fused spirits locked together and detached from any energy coming from the hybrid. The adults on the floor groaned, but otherwise remained motionless.

"Now, for you."

Lukas stared intently at the boy hovering in the air, evaluating the situation. To their extreme annoyance, both demons continued their chanting, despite Lukas having already dealt with the problem.

"You! And you! Get out now before I summon a real demon to come play with you. There's no energy to siphon off them anymore, so your presence is no longer justified. Leave. Now."

The demon to the left of Saren rose immediately, bowed, and disappeared in an instant. The sovereign didn't seem motivated to leave until the moment Lukas locked eyes with her. She was younger than the deity by a century or so, but staring into their eyes, Saren saw eternity stretched out before her. The beautiful energy that commanded seeds to grow and flowers to bloom danced inside that gaze. The secrets that helped a wounded solider cling to life or the blessed relief a captured fish felt upon returning to the water...it was all there. Power beyond Saren's imagining lay before her, impossibly in the shape of a man. This, this was why demons risked becoming mad in pursuit of the power Lukas possessed. It was the power of half of the universe deceptively hidden in the appearance of a mortal man and sometimes a woman.

But there was a darkness there too. Death was simple, but the sword Life wielded was double-edged. The power of Life caused cancer cells to grow rapidly. It commanded weeds to choke out the beauty in a rose garden. It was the power of procreation that bred a monster.

And all of it was levelled at her.

"As you wish, Lukas," she replied sweetly. This was a fight she could not win and there was no shame in retreating in order to live to scheme another day. "I was merely attending the ceremony on behalf of my wife. Now that it is complete, I'll inform her of her brother's happiness. The love of a sister is truly something special, wouldn't you agree?"

Lukas scowled at the demon, trying not to show weakness when they knew that was exact what she wanted. A pang still rippled through the deity as just the thought of a sister's love was enough to dredge up past pain. They couldn't show the demon how deep that wound still was without the entire Void trying to hurl that at them in the future.

"That wife of yours must be something special if she's teaching you about sisterly affection," they sneered. "I was under the impression that you hated your brothers. They certainly don't seem to care about you."

Saren could only return their stare for seconds, overcome with the futility of trading barbs with the deity. She certainly knew some details about Lukas that would make them stumble, but only momentarily. If she pushed too hard, there was no safety net for her to fall back on. Some nights when the sky was clear, Saren gazed at the stars and relived the final moments of Kamalani Bellamy. Lukas was dangerous when provoked.

"Until we meet again. It's always so nice to catch up with you."

With a slight bow of her head, Saren vanished to anywhere Lukas was not.

"Finally."

Lukas returned their attention to the matter at hand and away from memories of the past. They didn't have time to be emotional and no good would come of it anyway.

The boy was still hovering aimlessly before them, completely lost to the world around him.

"Why do these witches and demons keep trying to perform spells way above their pay grade?" Lukas groaned. "Everything was much simpler when it was just me and Izanami against the world. These damn demons keep trying to chip away at my authority, and I won't stand for it. Trying to heal curses by deep magical rituals? Who else could possibly do that but me? No wonder the kid is still having magical meltdowns. Fucking demons."

They turned to acknowledge Theo, still lost in a haze.

Speak child. What have these idiots done to help you? They tried removing your curse, right?

Yes.

The answer in Lukas' mind was weak, but still resilient. The boy was stubborn and that would help him survive.

Obviously, that failed. What else did they try? Did they try to make you re-absorb it? To reintegrate it into yourself?

Yes. But it failed. I failed. I can't use magic without it ruining everything. Not even a stupid summoning spell.

Lukas tried not to roll their eyes in case the demon hybrid somehow saw in his near unconsciousness. No matter how long the witches and warlocks lived, they never seemed to learn from their mistakes.

You can't use brute force to fuse the curse, and they can't just have you perform deep magic and hope it fixes itself. It's a wonder those idiots at your school can even hold a wand without breaking something. I'll fix it for you. You're a living person and therefore my subject. They should have just asked me for help. My thesis for my masters degree on the transfer of energy through the role of the life deity is in the university libraries. It's all in there.

You went to school?

Several times in several lives.

Lukas took a deep breath to calm themselves. It wouldn't matter to the demons or witches what they thought of them, so it was useless to let it bother them. There were more important things to deal with anyway.

Lukas reached out, trying to assess just what needed to be done, but pulled away when they sensed an anomaly they hadn't expected.

Who is this who's bound himself to you? It's primitive, but it still needs to be addressed.

Adam. It was an accident. I thought I was helping him. Adam Darktide.

Lukas paused. They knew of Adam from both formal experiences with the boy at the coven, and as his occasional friend at school, Hayden. Adam seemed to be trustworthy, but you never could tell what lurked in a person's heart. They had no other viable option, though. There wasn't time to vet this Adam or even ask for his consent to the procedure.

Do you trust him? Trust him with your magic?

I'd trust him with my life.

Lukas shook their head at this. No one really knew what it meant to swear something on their lives, not anymore. The phrase was now tired and meaningless, especially to a teenager.

A chill ran through them as a memory of a monster with red hair and his father's eyes sprung unwanted into their mind. There were more dangerous things than losing your life. Nothing could ever touch the catastrophe of losing your power. Of being helpless and alone. Of watching the centuries pass while the world slowly forgets you. And tries to replace you.

That doesn't matter. Your life is nothing. Do you trust him with this much power? Will he betray you?

No. Never.

You're what, twelve?

Fourteen. Fifteen in a few months.

Izanami is going to be pissed at me for this. To him, a fourteen year old is an infant incapable of tying his own shoes, but I've been fourteen before. I'm not going to lie to you. This blood connection with Adam is strong. It would take some time to break it, and I suspect that I'd only be wasting my time. The two of you would probably just end up reconnecting and breaking things all over again. I can remember being a teenager.

They paused for a moment, more painful memories threatening to overwhelm their work. There had been connections in their own lives, but all but one had been severed. Outside of Izanami, all Lukas seemed to be able to do is hurt the ones they loved.

The Ocean never gives such power to just one person. The universe is binary.

Long forgotten words rose up from their memory, giving the deity the answer they needed.

Okay. You swear that this boy can be trusted with your magic? No high school romance crap. Will Adam use your magic for evil?

Though Theo was hardly functioning at the moment, he managed to nod.

He's a better person than I am. He's never done an evil thing in his life. After growing up listening to stories about his uncle and the pain he caused, Adam wouldn't abuse magic. He just wouldn't.

Okay. I'm going to properly merge your curse within your body. It will be mostly inert, but still gather power. I can't change it without damaging you. It will still build magic, and you'll still have episodes where you must purge the excess magic, but they will be manageable. As simple as sneezing, especially if Adam is around to help balance you. Such power is not made for one person to hold. You would probably find who you're supposed to share it with eventually, but let's hope this Adam is it.

Hope??

It would probably need a full afternoon just to start the process of ripping you two apart, so make it work. I could separate you from him, but I'd need a pretty convincing argument to start all of that again. And don't worry, this isn't a wedding like your parents had. This is surgery pure and simple. Adam is going to be your anchor and help you control your power. In exchange, his magic will be stronger. There's no commitment, no repercussions if you two fight. That's why this is dangerous. He will have power beyond his own abilities, and it's up to you to make sure that he doesn't abuse them. If he kills someone with your power, there is no magical way to stop him. It's all on you. Can I trust you with this?

Theo hesitated for a moment, thinking about all that he'd learned in the past few moments about magic and paranoia.

What happened to you? You feel...sad. Like you're just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. Adam isn't like whoever hurt you, I promise.

Lukas physically recoiled at Theo's words, horrified that they'd been so careless to let their feelings pass to a mortal. A mortal bold enough to ask follow up questions. Their husband would never let this go if he found out. Lukas had a single moment of weakness, and now someone knew something about their existence. These damn demons were messing with their head.

It's not important. Let's get this curse sorted out before anything else. Tell me about this Adam and how your stories intertwine.

They held out their hand, taking control of the energy pouring from the teen. Adding an anchor to this mess of magic required them to knit this Adam into it, tying his spirit and magic around Theo's so that when tested, the bond would hold firm. It wasn't anything the deity remembered doing before for anyone. They'd done the exact opposite procedure once, when they removed the connection between them and their parents, but the situation had been dire at the time, and it wasn't like there was handbook for operations like this.

I met him at a wedding. He was playing piano at the time. He still loves playing piano.

And?

And I danced with him at the reception. He was nervous of looking like a bad dancer in front of his sisters. I was just thrilled someone was willing to be my friend. I didn't have a lot of friends back then. After the wedding, I didn't think that I'd ever see him again. He was from Pleasantview, and I wasn't exactly rich enough to go to school with him or run into him at a coven meeting. His sisters helped me run away from home when I needed to. If I'd have asked him, he would probably frozen in place with anxiety and hid until I left. He's never been good at breaking the rules.

When I couldn't control my magic anymore, I instinctively ran to witches to assist me. I would have probably killed Adam and Remy along with myself if I hadn't had someone reign in the magic for me. But he saw the worst of what I could do to him and still stood by me.

He was my roommate once I was admitted to school. He helped me learn the foundations of formal magic. He never left my side.

"Good. Keep talking. The seams of magic are beginning to close."

Lukas surveyed their progress with a satisfied nod. Working with their existing bond made this process incredibly easy. Still, it felt like the teen was struggling with the change within him. It made sense, Lukas supposed. Living with a curse your entire life that he was now sharing with someone else was a big change. Ideally, having Adam nearby might have made the process smoother, but it was a pain just to get themselves through the barrier of this land. There was no time to start sneaking in more people to this place.

"Keep going. It will help relax you, give you something to focus on. You're going to feel a slight pressure in a moment."

They called out using their voice to ensure the teen heard them. The voice in their mind was still quiet and weak.

He's my best friend. He's always there for me. He broke into the dream realm just to see me again.

The process was nearly complete. In the end, it hadn't been too complicated, especially since this Adam already had access to at least some of Theo's power already. Theo seemed honest with his description of his path with Adam, but the threat of danger still echoed through Lukas' mind. This was a lot of raw power to place in the hands of two teenagers. Perhaps "Hayden" should return to school for a week or so once the boys were reunited. It never hurt to keep an eye on these kids.

"All done. Everything is merged properly and anchored. You just need to re-absorb it. I'll help you."

Lukas held the glowing orb of magic in their hands, preparing to release it for the teen. Before they could detach their grasp on it, a sharp vision pierced their mind.

The power this teen possessed defied any expectation Lukas could have had. It was dark and cold and utterly unfathomable. A curse that endlessly built power until it climaxed in a way that Theo could now control? This teen could easily dethrone the sovereign if he chose to. He could probably hold his own against a Great demon should he ever encounter one. How had two humans created a being like this?

Red hair. My eyes. The look on his mother's face when I fell at his feet. A child with the power to destroy his parents on a whim.

Theo knelt to the ground, reaching towards the deity with his life literally in their hands. Slowly, Lukas crouched down to meet him, their mind still reeling with the dark potential in their hands. Could they trust this child with the power he'd been born with? Would they be forced to eliminate him in a few years time when he eventually got drunk with power and began threatening the world Lukas vowed to protect? Centuries ago, they had ignored the threat their own child posed, and it had cost Lukas everything.

But this child was different. He had a heart full of love for his family and the boy who dominated his thoughts. He had a good support system, and several people willing to step into a parental role for him. He was happy and stable and loved. He had an anchor now that would hopefully curb any misuse of his powers.

"Here, this belongs to you," Lukas said, confident that they were making the right choice. "It's safe for you to hold."

Theo touched the glowing energy gingerly. It melted into the skin of his hands painlessly, healing what had been broken within him for so long. Power surged through his body. Power, and the faint hum of magic that was undeniably Adam's.

Magic had never felt so easy as it did now that he wasn't constantly fighting against his own body. It no longer felt like being trapped in a cage that could explode at any moment. Magic flowed through him as smoothly as a river. This changed everything.

[reminiscingtonight]

Meeting Morgan

Leah Williamson x Morgan!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Sisterly Love Masterlist

[WOSO Masterlist]

Collapsing onto your back, you can’t help but let out an exhausted groan. 

God are you sweaty. And sore. 

There’s always good sweatiness and soreness and bad sweatiness and soreness, but with the screams still echoing in your ears, this is definitely one of the good ones. Especially more so when you see the grinning face in front of you. 

Letting her pull you into her arms, you all but bury yourself against your sister’s neck. 

“You played great today, junior.”

“Thanks mom,” you snark back, punching her lightly in the arm when you hear her nickname for you.

Alex rolls her eyes. “It wouldn’t kill you to compliment me every once in a while too, you know. Even old ladies like me need a little bit of praise every now and then.”

Clearing your throat, you muster up a faux serious face. “Sorry. I meant to say you did a really great job getting put onto your ass by my girlfriend, ma’am!”

Your phrase is punctuated by a sharp salute, and you’re quick to duck away before Alex can put you into a headlock. 

The first time it happened, it was a pretty great tackle if you do say so yourself. Yes, you and Leah weren’t on the same team tonight, but the soccer connoisseur in yourself couldn’t help but admire great skill and form when you saw it. But then it happened again. And again. By the fourth time Leah tackled your sister, you had to physically put yourself between the two of them to stop Alex from getting herself a card. 

Though you wouldn’t have dared to say anything while the game was going on, now that it was over and you guys have secured yourselves a win, you know that you can tease Alex about it all you want. 

“You don’t even need to introduce the two of us anymore. I’d say Leah and I are quite acquainted now with the number of times she tackled me,” comes her retort. 

Despite the nonchalant way Alex says it, you can still see right through her. 

You couldn’t count on one hand the number of times Alex has bugged you about introducing her to Leah. And that’s not even counting the way she’s blown up your phone prior to the USWNT’s arrival in England. The second she caught sight of you, your sister has hung around like glue, every other word being about when you were planning on pulling your girlfriend out of hiding. 

A soft hand brushing against your back has you turning away from Alex. Your face breaks out into a grin when you see a familiar face. “Hey Keira.”

The midfielder is quick to return your hug, chuckling at the over-excited way you look over her shoulder in hopes of catching sight of your girlfriend. 

“You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?” The question’s directed towards Alex, but your sister shakes her head, knowing full well where you’re headed.

You’re more than happy to follow as the Lioness takes you to the other side of the field. From the looks of things, Leah’s deep in conversation with a couple of her teammates. About what you couldn’t be too sure, but you’re instantly coming up with a plan. 

Putting a finger up to your lip, you tilt your head towards the group. Keira instantly gets your drift, a devious look on her face as she gives you a nod in agreement. 

Georgia notices you first. She spots your approach from miles away, noting the way your eyes are gleaming with mischief. She only has time to roll her eyes at you before Leah’s following her gaze. 

Blue eyes light up with delight when she catches sight of you.

It’s a bit comedic how you and Keira instantly deflate. The two of you will just have to wait for another day to cause mayhem.

“Hi babe.”

“Don’t ‘hi babe’ me. I’m mad at you.”

Your pout is instantaneous. “Babe,” you repeat, winding your arms around Leah’s waist. You know you’ve already won when you see the hints of a smile on her lips. 

Leah still tries to act annoyed, scrunching up her nose at you. “You’re so sweaty.”

“Kettle meet pot,” you roll your eyes, wiping at her forehead with your sleeve.

Leah’s quick to tangle her fingers with yours when your hand drops away from her face. She pulls your intertwined hands back up to her lips, pressing a light kiss against the back of yours. You can’t stop the instantaneous flushing of your cheeks. 

Georgia lets out a hoot, teasing the two of you, but Keira’s quick to drag her away, providing you two a bit of privacy. You make a mental note to thank her later. 

“You know how much of a sore loser I am. You couldn’t let Lessi score a couple more goals or anything?”

You throw your head back, laughing at the pout that’s now present on Leah’s face. “I’m sure I’d get kicked off the team if I let all of the forwards get past me.”

“Well not all of them. Just Less.”

You laugh again, drawing Leah into your arms. She instantly sags against you, tightening her grip around your body. 

“I’ve missed you.” The words are spoken directly into your neck, but you still manage to hear them.

“You saw me last week.”

You can almost feel Leah rolling her eyes at you. Rather than answer, she presses a discreet kiss against your skin. It takes everything in you not to let it show how flustered you’re starting to get.

“I’m trying to sweet talk you and all you’re going to focus on is how wrong I am?”

“Sorry babe. I missed you too.” It’s spoken with a little laugh, but both of you can hear the truth behind your words. 

Ever since getting together, it’s rare to not go more than a couple days without seeing each other. Even when going away for your national team camps, the two of you always made sure to facetime each other whenever possible, whether that meant losing a couple hours of sleep just to catch the other. However, this time around neither of you have been able to sneak away much alone time. Leah’s been busy with her captaining duties while your national teammates have been trying to soak up as much time as they can with you before they inevitably leave across the ocean again.

“Just a couple more days.” Just a couple more days before you’ll finally finish your round of games. Just a couple more days until you can put back on the familiar red and white you’ve come to call home. Just a couple more days and you can curl up in your girlfriend’s arms, not having to worry about leaving them for at least a couple more months.

Leah hums but doesn’t say anything else. 

For the next couple moments the two of you just try to soak all of it in. 

Wembley is crazy. It’s huge, it’s beautiful, it’s what every soccer player could only dream of. But you’re here. And so is Leah. Though not on the same team, at least you get to experience this together. 

Pressing one last kiss against Leah’s hairline, you pull away. She’s instantly pouting your way, sad of the missing heat. 

“Go out to dinner with us tonight?”

Leah starts to say something before she stiffens, eyes looking a couple inches above your shoulder. 

You don’t have to turn around to know she’s made accidental eye contact with your sister.

“Us as in…”

“Alex wants to meet you,” you apologetically confirm. You could only put this off so long before Alex takes it into her own hands. At least this way you’re able to control when and where it’ll happen. 

Almost as if she can sense the discussion surrounding her, Alex materializes right by your side. Leah almost jumps by how quickly the forward does so, but you’re quick to glare at your sister. 

Your eyes tell her everything you want to voice. 

Be nice. 

Alex rolls her eyes in response. Placing her arms around your shoulder, she all but shoves you out of the way so she’s standing in front of Leah herself. 

Scowling at Alex, you brush yourself off. You know she definitely hears your grumbled curses as you carefully come to stand beside your girlfriend. 

“Five.”

“Pardon?” Leah blinks, a bit confused by what Alex is trying to say. You’re a bit confused yourself, eyebrows furrowing in slight concern. 

“I know five different ways to make you disappear without a trace. You know, just in case you break my sister’s heart.”

“Alex!” Your jaw drops as you turn red.

“And trust me when I say no one will ever be able to prove anything.”

“Alex!” you hiss, this time with more vigor. 

Leah is quick to give your side a squeeze. She meets Alex’s eyes evenly. “If I ever break her heart, you’re probably going to have to get behind all of our Arsenal teammates who would be more than happy to help you make me disappear.”

“Leah, don’t encourage her!” you groan, dropping your head against her shoulder. 

Alex’s lip quirks up, amused by Leah’s response. Her eyes narrow a bit before she’s letting out a hum. “I like you.”

Leah lets out an awkward chuckle. “Thank you?”

For the second time in mere minutes, Alex bodies you out of the way, sliding up beside Leah as she loops an arm around your girlfriend’s shoulder. Alex’s serious face has dropped, and you’re not sure you like what you see there as she starts leading Leah away from you. 

“Now that we’ve got the whole shovel talk out of the way, which embarrassing story do you want to hear first?”

“Alexandra!”

You’re left chasing after them, cursing at Alex as you try to stop your sister from spilling any secrets.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

New Gossip Girl 2021 OCs

Dominic Somerset in Super Rich Kids ( x Coco Bates )

Dom is an up-and-coming British race car driver (who also loves less legal racing). He and Coco have been hooking up for a long time before she went to New York (they were often each other's plus one at events, he's been featured on her OF many times, they have fun) and once she moves, he starts spending a lot of time in New York to see her – tbd if he'll end up moving full time or just flies back and forth all the time

Devin Calloway in Tennis Court ( x Max Wolfe & Luna La )

Julien's twin sister, Devin has been friends with the squad since they were very little kids but from a young age it became clear that she was a tennis prodigy and that became her life. She practically lived at her tennis club, had the best instructors in the world and the best tutors to homeschool her in between lessons so that she never lost a minute of training, the goal was always the olympics

she grew apart from the group because of it, too busy to really have friends. It was difficult once Julian became an influencer, she always felt threatened by her sister's brand deals and fame, but by then Devin was always away at another tournament so it was manageable

but days before school started, Devin was playing in either the US open or the Olympics (2020 summer olympics that took place in 2021) and she does win but also sustains a potentially career ending injury – it will take time to assess the full extent of it but it will be at least six months before she can even consider training again, so Davis decides that in the meantime, she should get a proper education and "prepare for a real career" in case she can't go back to tennis

(Julian tries to act very excited and sisterly but does not handle having "competition" since Devin is properly famous and a huge influencer, and Devin does not know that she's starting at Constance the same day as Zoya or that Julien and Zoya are even in contact)

( title is actually not because she plays tennis (but also that helps), it’s bc of the lorde song + lyric “Everything's cool when we're all in line for the throne” )

(thanks @cecexwrites & @manyfandomocs for helping me iron these two out!)

EDIT: forgot that he hasn't been introduced properly yet soooo

Alexei Morozov in Pretty Isn’t Pretty ( x Olivia Olsen & Max Wolfe )

Exceptionally hedonistic son of a Russian mafia boss. Does whoever and whatever he wants with no apologies, does not appreciate Gossip Girl prying into his life or hurting people that he had claimed as his. Will see her head on a platter or die trying

[naha-division]

Relationship: Family - Naoki Hamasaki

.｡.:*･FAMILY TREE･*:.｡.

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Suto Hamasaki (50 years old) — Naoki’s father. He was once a manager of his own theater Hamasaki Theater but is now retired. Though he comes across as strict and serious, he has a deep passion for theatrics. Naoki has a strong relationship with his father as he was always supportive of Naoki's dream to become a kabuki actor. Suto was a successful manager, particularly respected by traditionalists. His theater was known for its talented actors and actresses, and the stage often resounded with cheers and applause. The Hamasaki Theater was once famous in Okinawa, but eventually went out of business, forcing the family—except Naoki—to relocate to Tokyo. After this difficult period, another tragic event occurred when Suto's wife, Kiyomi passed away. In time, he began a new relationship with Umi, whom he met in Tokyo, and they have been dating for quite some time.

Kiyomi Hamasaki † — Naoki’s mother. She was a professional stage actress and co-manager, working alongside her husband at the theater. Naoki remembers that it was his mother who introduced him to traditional acting and as a child, he would always watch her perform on stage. He idolized her for her confidence and beauty, describing her as dazzling like a star and aspiring to be just like her. After the family moved to Tokyo, Kiyomi suddenly suffered heart failure and was hospitalized for several months before tragically passing away in her late 20s. This left Naoki deeply depressed but he was determined to pursue acting in her honor and continue her legacy. In Ryuunosuke’s resolution, Naoki was reminded of how his family was forced to move due to their losses, leaving him with no choice but to help win in DRB to protect the precious legacy of Ryuunosuke and Hajime's dojo.

Umi Kyoko (40 years old) — Suto’s girlfriend. She met Suto while working at a restaurant in Tokyo. It was love at first sight for her and she wanted to get close to him. Eventually, the two started dating and fell genuinely in love, despite their age gap. Initially, Naoki wasn't happy about Umi becoming his mother's replacement but over time, he grew to like her and matured enough to accept her. Umi, much like his late mother, was kind and understanding toward his father. Surprisingly, she developed an interest in Naoki's kabuki performances and became a fan of his work as a stage actor. Now, Naoki and Umi are on good terms.

Aimi Hamasaki (26 years old) — Naoki’s younger sister. She works as a clerk at a Lolita dress store and currently lives alone in Harajuku. Aimi is an easy-going person who enjoys her simple life and shares her family's love for stage shows. However, unlike her brother, she isn't as talented in performing—mainly because of her stage fright, which keeps her away from the spotlight. Despite this, Aimi has embraced who she is and has never resented her family or Umi. Naoki deeply loves his sister and they share a close, sisterly bond, often missing each other when apart. The good news is they’ve been in touch frequently. She's also a supportive fan of her brother, especially when she heard about him participating in rap battles.

[snowmantita]

Nike is the Greek Goddess of Victory but wasn’t always, as just like Hercules, she too was once human, but she was the older sister to Leonidas of Sparta.

When Nike died, she became a god and had her name wiped from history, though she watches over her little brother from heaven with a sisterly love.

Nike is a warrior wielding two great swords and wears Spartan inspired armor and has spiky red hair resembling a lion mane.

Nike is one of the kinder gods who wishes for humanity to survive, despite being a fighter in the god side.

Nike is also by far the most powerful of the gods being that she has thought of every possible outcome in battles and knows what to do to win.

While Nike wishes for humanity to survive and thrive, she as a warrior feet’s a duty to fight other strong warriors as a sign of respect,

I think that Nike would have a good relationship with Persephone as well as most other gods and goddesses.

(Basically think of Radahn from Elden Ring, she is kind of that but a lot kinder than Radahn)

From what you're telling me about Nike, all I can say is it's great!

I love that she is Leonidas' older sister, that gives her a unique touch and at the same time makes me have some questions about their relationship.

I already want to see her design, I feel she would look beautiful and powerful with that armor, I can only imagine her as the character Blood of Zeus, Alexia. With a strong sense of justice and kindness, but calculating when it comes to fighting.

Come to think of it, Nike is like Rhadamanthys: Both are on the side of the gods but want humanity to survive, both were humans and are now deities. While on Persephone's side, because Nike would help the gods during the Titanomachy (In myth), the Queen of the Underworld would be grateful for her help, but after the defeat of Hades, Persephone would hate all gods who support humanity, so we can work on their relationship before and after the seventh battle and the battle of our beloved Regent of Helheim.