#soccer billionaire

[inkskinned]

the thing about some men is that they want you to remember, at all times, that you are underneath them. that with one word or look or "joke", you will stay beneath them. that even "exceptions" to the rule are not true exceptions - the commonly cited statistic that one in eight men believe they could win against serena williams.

women's gymnastics is often not seen as real gymnastics. whatever the fuck non-euclidian horrors rhythmic gymnasts are capable of, it's often tamped down as being not a sport. some of the most dominant athletes in the world are women. nobody watches women's soccer. despite years of dancing and being built like a fucking brick, men always assume they're faster and stronger than i am. you wouldn't like what happens when they are incorrect. once while drunk at a guy's house i won a held-plank challenge by a solid minute. the party was over after that - he became exceedingly violent.

what i mean is that you can be perfect, and they still think you're ... lacking, somehow. i hope you understand i'm trying to express a neutral statement when i say: taylor swift was the possibly the most patriarchy-palatable, straight-down-the-line woman we could churn out. she is white, conventionally attractive, usually pretty mild in personality. say what you will about her (and you should, she's a billionaire, she can handle it), but a few things seem to be true about her: 1. she can write a damn catchy song, and 2. the eras tour truly was a massive commercial success and was also genuinely an impressive feat of human athleticism and performance.

i don't know if she deserves the title of "woman of the year," i'm not debating that in this post. what i am saying is that she was named Woman of The Year, and then an untalented man got onstage at the golden globes and made fun of her for attending her boyfriend's football games. what i am saying is that this woman altered local economies - and her dating life is still being made into a "harmless" punchline. the camera panned, greedy, over to her downing a full glass of champagne. congratulations taylor! you are woman of the year! but you are a woman. even her.

fuck, man. write better material.

a guy gets onstage at a college graduation and despite the fact like half the crowd is made up of women, he spends a significant proportion of it warning these people - who spent possibly hundreds of thousands of dollars on their education - that they were lied to. that the "real" meaning of femininity is motherhood. that they shouldn't rest on the laurels of that education-they-paid-for but instead throw it away to kneel at a man's heel. imagine that. sweating in your godawful polyester gown (that you also had to pay for!), fresh out of 4 years of pushing yourself ever-harder: and some guy you've never met - who knows nothing about you - he reminds you this "win" is a pyrrhic one at best. you really shouldn't consider yourself that extraordinary. you're still a woman, even after years of study.

god forbid you are not a pretty woman, but if you are pretty, you must be dumb. god forbid you are not ablebodied or white or cis or straight or good at swallowing. you must be beneath a man, or else they are not a man. the equation for masculinity seems to just be: that which is not a woman or womanly (god forbid). anything "feminine" is thereby anathema. to engage in "feminine" things such as therapy, getting a hug from a friend, or crying - it is giving up ones manhood. therefore women need to be put in their place to ensure that masculinity is protected.

this is something i have struggled to explain to terfs - they are not doing the work of feminism, but rather the patriarchy. by asserting that women and men must be (on some secret level) oppositional and in conflict, they also assume that being a woman is akin to being another species. but bigotry does not stem from observational truths or clarity - that is what makes it bigotry. there was nothing in my childhood that made me fundamentally different from my brother. we are treated differently nonetheless. to assert there is some biological drive that enforces my gender role is to assert that women have a gendered role. men do not see women as equal to them not because of biological reality - but instead because the core tenant of the patriarchy is that women aren't full, realized people.

we are told from a very young age to excuse misbehavior as a single man's choice - not all men. it is not all men, just that one guy. all women are gold-digging bitches who belong in the kitchen - but if a man is mean, bigoted, or violent to you, it's just that particular guy, and that means nothing about men-as-a-whole. it is only one guy who got mad when you gently rejected him. it is only one guy who warns her this trophy is heavy, are you sure you can hold it? it is only one guy who smashes her face into the cake. it is only one guy talking into a mic about hating our bodily autonomy.

i have just found that they often wait until the moment we actually seem to be upstaging them. you sit in a meeting where you're presenting your own findings and he says get me a coffee? or you run to the end of the marathon and are about to finish first and he pushes your kids out in front of you. you win the chess game and they make some comment akin to well, you're ugly away. we can be the billionaire and get the dream life and finally fucking do it and yet! still! they have this strange, visceral urge to say well actually, if you think you're so great -

it's not one just one guy. it's one in eight.

[saitamastamaticsoup]

Stop it….

WHAT THE HELL

[billionairefootballer]

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[soccerbillionaire]

soccer billionaire, billionaire soccer, millionaireceoclub.com, https://www.MillionaireCEOclub.com

[bangchansgirlsblog]

i was wondering if we could have an argument or really angsty fanfic kind of i nEED to be hurt lolll

Keeping up with the Bhangs

Not the angstiest them all but yeah.

Warning: Angst, fighting, broken arm

Summary: Chan is a billionaire who can’t seem to stop demanding so much from his wife.

Pairing: Chan x reader.

**

"Chan I'm so mad at you," she exclaimed as she walked out their bathroom. It was as big as 4 bathrooms combined but better and more expensive.

She made her way into their walk in closet where Chan continued to put on his tie obviously not bothered by Y/n's rant.

"Baby, can we not do this right now? I have work right now," he put on his shoes and grabbed the jacket that Y/n had neatly ironed for him.

This annoyed her so much because why was he being so dismissive about the situation. He had always listened to her.

"But Chan, you can't just expect me to drop everything I have to come with you later," she crossed her arms together and glared at him as he walked up and down their room now trying to get everything together for the day.

Yes, even tho he was the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world he still chose to be in time for work so he could be able to set an example.

"Christopher? Are you even listening to me?"

The tension in the room was high.

"I'm not Y/n!" He snapped turning to look at her, "I have work, I have meeting, I have things to do! You having to put on a pretty dress and smiling for one of the biggest events of the year shouldn't have to make me hustle like this. So please," he rubbed his temples and grabbed his phone from the table stand.

His phone was blowing up. Probably all calls from the office or his assistant. God, his assistant. The thought of her made Y/n skin crawl. Anger was  slowly fueling her outburst.

"Chan you know Joon-Ho has soccer all day and you already told me to go to it without you. Then Ji has a play. You want me to drive back home get dressed for a night out?"

The kids were downstairs watching tv while getting ready for their day. Their usual routine set by Y/n who chose to be THAT kind on mum. You know? The pretty, laid back, almond mum? It was working great for the kids.

"God! Why do you have to be so difficult. Fine. I'll just go with my assistant," he didn’t mean it but he was so angry he couldn’t hold back. He knew how much Y/n hated his assistant. How much she got jealous whenever she was around.

She frowns and the anger she initially felt, slowly melted. She couldn’t speak. She was hurt by his words.

"Chan that's not what I mean-"

"Then what? What do you possibly want from me?" He growled, "this conversation is over."

He grabbed his laptop bag and left her to stand there alone. The rising sun sending sun rays through their big windows. Her body slowly shock as each sob left her mouth.

This wasn't there first argument. They had argued the night before about the same thing but this time Chan was really laying it on her.

Chan always tried to understand her. He always listened but recently the more his business became successful the more rough and snappy he became and it wasn't helping her at all because having 3 children and one on the way was heavy.

Yes they had nanny's, yes they had drivers, yes they had maids but she didn't like to bother them. She liked doing things by herself because at the end of the they were her kids. She didn't know what evil intentions these workers had against her or her babies.

**

"Mama!" The voice of her littlest rung through her ear. Her scream making her body completely go numb.

"Soo-min? Babygirl? What happened?!" She gasped finding the little one on the ground holding her wrist.

"Mama!" She cried and jumped into her arms seeking comfort from Y/n.

"Soo-min, you have to tell mama what's wrong," Y/n panicked. How could she be so blind. She turned her back for one second.

"Mama it hurts!" She screamed once again in agony as she still held onto her wrist. Y/n's heart skipping so many beats.

It was only 10 minutes till end of the game. Why did this have to happen to her? Her brain was trying to process the situation. Trying to figure out what to do. The nanny was quick to be by her side trying to help in any possible way.

"Let mama see princess," she begged her little one, "did you fall down?" She questioned the crying girl.

"Mummy, can I go with the girls before the the play?" Ji-Yeon, their middle child, asked her.

"Not right now Ji, your sister’s hand is hurt-" she was shitting it down but a tantrum began. She couldn’t handle everything that was going on at once.

"But mum! You never let me go play! I wish daddy was here instead of you!" This stung. This hurt Y/n. This made her feel like the worst person in the world. Her husband hated her, she couldn't take care of her kids and they hated her. Her mental breakdown was slowly building up.

"Can you behave right now? I can't deal with you bratty attitude right now,"

"I hate you!" She barked back.

"Ji-Yeon. Do not try to tempt me right now or so help me God. Go sit over there and keep quiet or you're grounded."

Although she was in the middle of a tantrum the girl was scared, so scared she got up and made her way to the table where she continued to sulk.

"Soo-min, let mama see okay?" The little girl handed her mum the little hand. Her hand was so tiny that Chan loved to call it a baby paw because of the shape in made when it was in a fist.

Her wrist didn't look okay, it looked broken and that only made Y/n's anxiety grow larger but she kept her cool and continued to carry the little one to the nanny.

"Take her to the car right now, I'll get the rest of the kids. I think she broke her wrist. Please inform Chan to meet us at the hospital," the nanny agreed and slowly carried the crying girl.

Y/n rushed over to the coach and teacher to apologize for her abrupt leave. She explained to them the situation and told them that their other driver and nanny would be there to pick up her oldest son. She made sure security was with him before kissing him goodbye as he continued to play on with his game.

**

It was 6:30 when Chan run through the door. He was panicking and his tie was loosened around his neck.

"Is she okay? What happened?" His breathing was quick but his body relaxed once he saw his wife.

"How could you let this happen Y/n?" He barked at her.

"I was just trying to collect everything so-"

"She's a kid! A 4 year old. You guys should be paying close attention to her. Where's the nanny? Tell her she's fired, I can't believe you right now,"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? Who takes care of the kids on a daily? Me! Who goes for all their shows and their sports events? Me! Who's there to pick up the pieces whenever you leave home? Me! So don't you dare come in here and say it's my fault Chan," hot tears poured from her eyes and she glared at him. He was taken back. Everyone in the room was.

“I’m not saying it’s your fault…” he looked at the floor. Regret was eating him alive.

"I want a divorce Chan." Chan didn't allow her to even get the chance to walk away before he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the private hospital lounge. He wasn't going to have this conversation out there where nurses and doctors were watching.

Just like the kpop world worked, the Korean business world worked the same. Dispatch and everyone was ready for the biggest millionaires to crash and fall. Everyone was waiting for the latest scandal or drama and this was not going to look good for him.

"What do you mean you want a divorce?" He asked in disbelief. Her brain felt foggy and she felt exhausted.

"Chan, we're always fighting. You treat me like shit. You barely listen to me. You think I'm some baby making machine. All you care about is our image!" She exclaimed gasping for air, "I wish you never became rich, I want the old you back,"

His hands wrapped around her instantly. No hesitation. Her scent filled his nostrils and his body automatically relaxed. De ja vu was hitting him hard.

"I'm sorry," was all he could say. "Let me fix this, please my love?"

"C-Chan I can't. I can't do this anymore," she cried harder. A panic attack slowly passing by.

"Shhh, hey? Look at me. We're okay. I will fix this. I love you so much." He whispered while leaving kisses on her forehead.

"Can we finish up from the hospital and talk at home? Please my love,"

"Fine," she sighed, "but I'll go use the bathroom to wash up."

So she did, she washed her face and made her way to their daughters room where she found Chan goofing around with Soo-min. The poor little girl was so intrigued by her father that she forgot all about the bandaid they were wrapping her up with.

"Mum, are we still going to my play?" She asked softly. Y/n had totally forgot. How could she forget?

"Yes my love, let me talk to your dad really quickly, go get your bag," she giggled and quickly grabbed her bag, "can we stop by Yoona's house mama?"

"Yes princess, we can but only if you behave," the little girl smiled and quickly sat in the chair waiting for her mum to finish having a conversation with her dad.

"Chan, I have to take Ji-Yeon for her play, I totally forgot. Can you finish up here? I'll meet you at the house in like 2 hours,"

"Yeah sure, are you sure you wanna go for the play? You don't look too good love, I can go instead..."

"'No, I've got it. Once your finished up here, I called the chef to cook her some soup. Just feed it to her and then put her to sleep," she instructed Chan, "also make sure when you warm her bottle it's room temperature, she doesn't like it too hot or too cold. Also when you put her in bed you have to cuddle her Chan only for 5 minutes and she'll be out like a light."

Chan admired her as she wrote down the instructions down on the paper. Watching her be so controlling and being such a good mother was low key turning him on.

"Babe, we will be okay. I've done this before-"

"Yeah like 3 years ago before you became mr boss man," she teased her and quickly gave Soo-min a kiss on the cheek.

"Mummy loves you princess, I'll see you in a bit," the little girl waved at her mum and continued to admire the pink plaster that wrapped around her hand.

[fieldofdaisiies]

azriel headcanons

Az being a clingy mate

Azriel Headcanons

Azriel short Reader Part II

Modern Az headcanons

Young Az

Protective dad Az

Modern husband Az

modern Az and wife disagreeing

Azriel bedroom acitivies

Mischievous Shadows

modern Az picking you up from work

modern Az academic rivals

dad! Az headcanons pt.2

Az choosing reader over his mate

Azriel Vacation Headcanons

modern Az as father of twins

modern drunk Az

modern Az soccer player

Azriel academic rivals to lovers

Azriel x Reader preparing to welcome their baby

Azriel adoption

Azriel engagement

Azriel's teen daughter starting to date

Azriel's social media

Azriel doing the "lean against the doorframe trend"

Azriel being your boss + NSFW Azriel being your boss

Azriel being in love with his best friend

Azriel x needy mate Reader

Someone hurting Azriel’s daughter

Azriel wanting to spend more time with Reader

Azriel and Reader being intimate again after pregnancy

Azriel x Reader girls night

Arsonist’s lullaby song headcanons

Clingy Azriel

Az getting turned on by Y/N dancing

Reader Being Away and Azriel taken care of her afterwards

Showing Az Affection

Azriel respectfully disrespecting you

modern Az and wife arguing like an old couple

Azriel x Reader introducing their twins to Az's mother

Azriel'd daughter having curly hair

modern billionaire Az

Az helping reader through depression

modern Az cooking for his wife

modern Az as a famous sports person

Az and his wife arguing

Az, the twins and Everly

Reader Surprising modern Az with lingerie

Azriel x pregnant reader high sex drive

modern spy Az falling for his target

succubus Az

Azriel x Reader | Period Headcanons (request)

jealous Az in missionary

grumpy ceo!Azriel smut

Azriel helping his mate take off her make-up

Reader and Az doing yoga

fake dating Az

putting Az on a sex ban

angsty Azriel headcanon

taking care of Az when he has a bad mental health day

Y/N dancing with someone, Azriel getting jealous

Y/N ignoring Az the whole day, NSFW

modern Azriel in Paris

jealous Azriel in a club

Azriel and ddlg reader

Az non-sexual dominance

professor Azriel

Azriel's hands

jealous Azriel

lovedrunk Azriel

[hauntedhokage]

𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅

word count: 2.6k

summary: Dating Reo is a dream. If only he knew who you were.

You live a very spoiled life. You supposed that was the massive perk of dating a Billionaire’s son.

You want for nothing, except for your boyfriend to know who you are. 

Reo was sweet; kind and gentle, taking your wants and needs into consideration when making decisions, but he truly didn’t know anything about you these days. Even though you’d known each other since middle school, he didn’t really know you. It’s not something you think about when you initially start dating, after his time in Blue Lock he’d wanted to go get what he wanted besides a World Cup win - and that was you. 

And at first, it was wonderful. Being wined and dined, spoiled rotten, and basking in the affection he sent your way. In the early months, you did almost everything together and you both loved that way. Stolen kisses in between clothing racks, the way he’d gently reel you back in to fix a piece of hair gone astray, even the way he just looked at you radiated love. You were royalty, Reo’s little princess that got everything you wanted and everything he thought you wanted. There was no request too big, too expensive, too impossible - if you wanted it, he was going to get it for you. But that came at a price, one that you’re not sure you can continue to pay with how isolating dating Reo gradually became. 

He had confessed to you before the Blue Lock program had started, saying that he’d adored you from afar and would like for you to consider being his girlfriend. And he was so cute, flushed cheeks while he played with his hair - a nervous tick of his that was rarely seen due to the confidence he carried with his father’s billions stacked behind him to ensure that he was standing up straight even when he might be on the losing side of the battle. You couldn’t say no to him, having also watched him from afar, top of the class while you came in third behind Nagi. He was smart without his father’s money, and didn't need a bankroll to help him climb to the top. Reo was impressive in every sense of the word, you could tell that he wanted more than to be simply the Mikage heir - he wanted to leave the gilded cage his parents had him secured in since birth. Nagi held the key to that cage; the white haired teen unlocked Reo’s path to his dream and released him into the world of soccer, and all Reo had to do was ask to have the opportunity to spread his wings. 

Which was funny, considering that when Reo returned from the Blue Lock program, seeking you out at your home with a request to take you out on a date because that’s what boyfriends do, right? began the process of your own wings being clipped. It was a slow pain, something you hadn’t even realized was happening at first. His touch was kind, words soothing as he assured you that he’d take care of you for the rest of your life. Money wasn’t an object, it would never be, because he’d always loved you and the time apart made him realize how much. 

The admission had you flushed, heart beating so hard you thought it’d beat out of your chest. Did he kick goals as hard as he’d blindsided you with that information? You were both eighteen, still just children in the grand scheme that was life, but he looked like he could take on the world now that he’d been freed of a sizable portion of the expectations placed upon him from a young age - now that his parents supported his dream of winning a World Cup. He looked so confident, opening the door to a cage you hadn’t realized existed but for you to be placed into rather than for him to return. 

Dating Reo was painful at times, never physically, but the realization that he didn’t really know you was a very deep pain that came with your wings being clipped. You were a trophy, there to be shown off, but you did believe deep down that he did love you, he was just forgetful sometimes. With soccer and the things he did for the company, he was busy. You could appreciate how hard he worked, and understand why some things might slip his mind and why presentation meant a lot to him and his family.

The decrease in memory starts small, he’d brought home flowers to you, stating that the roses were your favorite color, only to be surprised when you jokingly told him that he’d been so busy lately that he’d forgotten your favorite color. Embarrassed, he’d quickly requested someone go get flowers in the correct color with a coordinating vase and to be quick about it. Such an error was unacceptable, despite you assuring him multiple times that the flowers he’d brought were beautiful and that you didn’t need a different bouquet brought home. On occasion he’d slip on information you know you’d given him previously - where you were born, names of the pets your parents kept, those kinds of little things. Things that weren’t major in the larger concept that was your life together, but things that stung a bit that he could forget after being with you for so long.

The transgressions increase in severity after two years together. Your middle name, how long you’d been dating, and he continued to forget your favorite color. It wasn’t a difficult piece of information to hold onto, you had many clothes in that color and had even coordinated your bedroom and bathroom to your desired color. He was surrounded by reminders of the things that made you happy, and still he proves that you’re something he could put on a mantle. As if appeasing you was easy if he just bought you things he thought you wanted when all you really wanted was for him to sit down and just appreciate you and your love for him, not try to buy your continued affection. The fact that he clearly thought that he did was actually insulting. 

One day you’re out for lunch with Nagi, something that Reo had been invited to but had a last minute engagement that he needed to be at. Which was fine, the time away from your keeper was definitely needed at times - and Nagi could shed some light on what was going on in Reo’s head sometimes. The two were on the same wavelength, brains set to the right radio station but also at times sharing just one brain cell, today you hoped Nagi had it. He also was terrible at keeping secrets, not fully understanding the need to hold onto things like that when it was exhausting to keep information to yourself or worry about secrets shared with confidants being shared to their circles. Life, to him, was easier when things just happened and he didn’t need to worry about things like that. This is why he was the one that would be able to tell you what Reo thought when it came to you. 

“Sei,” you start, leaning back in your seat a bit while you watch him pick at his salad. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, I guess,” he mumbles back before yawning, something that makes you smile because he’d never change. 

“Why does Reo forget things that are important about me?” The unspoken question being does he even love me? and you know that Nagi sees that in the way you look at him. 

“Reo is just like that, he’s got a lot going on in his head,” is the only answer you get, and that has you sighing as you move your own food around your plate with your fork. That wasn’t a helpful answer at all, typical Nagi. “Why?”

“If I asked you what my favorite color was, what would you say?”

He’s able to answer without hesitation, something that has you ready to cry. Even Nagi could answer that question, but Reo faltered every single time. It was disheartening; you knew Reo inside and out - at least you thought you did - but he couldn’t even extend the effort to remember something so small. 

“And do you know when my birthday is?”

“It was last week, wasn’t it?”

You nod, and you see the realization cross Nagi’s face - Reo had forgotten your birthday, of all things. Your favorite color was something small, something that could change over time, so something like that could be forgiven if he’d ever guessed a color close to previous colors you’d like. Your anniversary was barely remembered last year, but he didn’t know how many years together you were celebrating - and he’d forgotten your birthday. It wasn’t even worth writing down to him, it didn’t matter. You didn’t matter.

Your anniversary comes a month after, this being an event Reo actually showed up for. Only he’d bought a dress that you’d never wear nor had you ever looked at; something expensive and shimmery and it was beautiful, sure, but not something you’d wear comfortably. But you wear it anyway, smiling when he tells you that you look great, and letting him take you to the car. The whole ride is spent with him telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is to be with you, and you hold back the question that rests on the tip of your tongue - did he truly love you?

Because, really, you were fucked without Reo. You hadn’t had a job since you were eighteen, with no savings independent of his family’s money, with nowhere to go since you were without money to spend to get out. You don’t think it was intentional, Reo was an asshole but he wasn’t manipulative. That wasn’t in his bones at all, which was a small relief in this entire situation, but didn’t help matters at all.  

You sit through dinner, smiling and nodding along to the stories he was telling about his time away and last work trip - he had so much going on, it was very exciting. While you were left in Japan to sit in your home that had become your own shiny cage, with people not understanding why you sulked by the pool or slept until noon some days. You didn’t spend the Mikage’s money frivolously, because you didn’t date Reo for the money - you dated him because at one time he saw you. You could do anything you wanted, go shopping, buy a new car, even just go to another country for a week or two - maybe a month, he probably wouldn’t notice you were gone. 

Then he proposes. It’s quiet, not wanting to draw the attention of the whole restaurant, and that much you’re grateful for. Because you want to marry him, you really do. Despite it all, you loved him dearly, especially in those moments where it felt like the world around you didn’t exist and you saw in his eyes and gentle gestures that he did love you. 

He just didn’t know you anymore. 

“Don’t leave me hanging, here,” he teases, still holding the box in his hands that held a beautiful ring with a large diamond but not so large that it looked excessive. He did know that much about you, excessive displays of his wealth were not something you liked being part of. He was rich but it was unnecessary to show off what everybody already knew. “Is everything okay?”

“Reo,” you start, taking his hand in both of yours and leaning into the table as he starts to look nervous. “I do really want to marry you. I love you, but I’m worried.”

“About what?”

“You don’t know anything about me anymore. You change my favorite color every couple weeks, you missed my birthday, don’t know my favorite snack, even this dress. It-it’s like you don’t love me for who I am, but who you might be able to mold me into.” You’re trying not to cry, seeing the way his face contorts in an effort to control his own tears. This was a rough conversation to have in a restaurant; in a perfect world you’d have this conversation at home, but you don’t live in a perfect world. “I can’t marry you if you don’t even know my favorite color. I’m surprised you remembered it was our anniversary, I never see you at home anymore and when I do we’re sleeping.”

But you know it’d be better for your situation to stay in the shiny cage and let him lock the door. Money was something you didn’t have on your own, and you wouldn’t ask Reo for a severance package - that was just bad taste. You can see him trying to process what you’re saying, the complaints you’ve had bubbling up inside for a while - things you wanted to talk to him about in person, you that was impossible since he was rarely home while you were awake. 

“We need to spend more time together, I agree,” is all he says at first, and you nod with a small frown that it took him this long to notice it. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“You’re never home. Between soccer and the company, I never see you and this isn’t something we should talk about over the phone.” You’re trying to keep your voice low, being mindful of your location and not wanting him to be embarrassed. “You can send all the gifts in the world but that will never make up for the fact that you don’t know who I am anymore. You can’t just buy me, Reo.” 

“I would never try that,” he defends, and you sigh as you lean back in your seat. The box holding the ring closes, your stance having been made perfectly clear - you would not become Mrs. Mikage if he didn’t put more effort into caring for you. “You wanna come with me to France next week? We can go somewhere nice, not Paris because I’ve heard it’s gross there.”

You only nod, something that makes him smile again while getting up so he can kneel beside your chair. His hands settle on your thigh, carefully rubbing circles on your knee that make you smile - that’s something he used to do when you’d first started dating. Something he still knew you’d enjoy, and the way you cup his cheek has him leaning into your hand while maintaining his eye contact with you. 

“You also forgot my birthday, which is sad because even Nagi remembered, and he usually doesn’t care about things like that.” The way his face pales makes you feel proud inside, knowing that he knew for sure that he’d been a terrible partner to you, “And, for your information, my favorite color is all over our bedroom and bathroom. Don’t forget it.”

“Never again,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your knee before he stands and pulls you up to your feet. “Let's head home, I need to get to know my lady again.”

You’re picking the gilded cage, but trying to keep your grip on the keys before Reo can lock you in. You could control the situation if you kept him in line - prevent the continued development into being a trophy that he could flaunt just for being pretty. Holding the key meant that you had autonomy despite him having the money, just like how at one time Nagi held Reo’s key to the cage. You couldn’t let him lock you away. 

[ofallthingsnasty]

May I request yandere reo mikage manipulating his s/o making them think they need him. This causes Stockholm Syndrome and they later get married and have a child. Reo is praised in the public for being a billionaire, pro-soccer player, good husband and father.

tags: yandere, reo is 20+, emotional abuse, sfw but minors please dni, pregnancy discussion but no pronouns are used word count: 0.7k

Oh, Reo... deceptively sweet and caring Reo. Who needs Stockholm Syndrome when your boyfriend never gave you any weird feelings in the first place, when he showers you with gifts and affection? He is all you could ever ask for, attentive beyond belief and willing to do just about anything for you. He seems to be too good to be true, really: a pro-athlete, rich, only has eyes for you. Who wouldn't get swept up by that? And my, isn't he just like a lovesick little puppy with how he sends you flowers to your workplace, how he picks you up whenever he can - whisking you away for yet another expensive dinner, a new mini-vacation every other weekend. Sweet and handsome and above all, generous - you don't want to leave. It's easy to simply ignore what lurks beneath the surface of that bright smile and boyish enthusiasm: How much he needs you, how he doesn't let go of people he has picked - he's either extremely hot or cold with those few, chosen ones. We've seen how he treats Nagi when all is well, when he can put his faith in someone - but we've also seen how he gets when those feelings get trampled into the ground. He's definitely the type to always try to smooth the waves, who never wants to fight but also has a very peculiar way of communicating any issues he has with your behavior. He doesn't like it all that much when your attention strays from him, for whatever reason. He's extremely emotionally manipulative. Never the one to outright forbid you from going out or even keeping you - but he'll act so cold, will mope for days after you spent a night out, when you dive into one of your hobbies instead of spending time with him. Everything that doesn't suit him is some sort of betrayal to Reo, makes him turn frosty until you apologize for something you don't quite understand. It's subtle and very gradual but you'll soon try to phase out everything that upsets him. It's just so hard to weather his depressive moods, to be in the same house as him while he can't face you without a look of clear disappointment and hurt in his eyes. Not only does he wean you from all your silly little distractions, he rewards you for not giving any of your precious time to your friends and family - even more expensive gifts, the finest food and above all, so much love and praise that it makes you feel dizzy and desperate when he punishes you again after a perceived mishap. He has the art of manipulation down and no matter how much you try to fight against it - you love him. And seeing someone you love so dearly all vulnerable and hurting is bound to shape your behavior. You'll find yourself so entangled in the webs he weaves after just a few months of being together, so dependent on him that you question your ability to ever be single again.

He doesn't view having a child with you as a way to shackle you to him - he genuinely wants a baby, dreams of that picture-perfect little family, of raising a little human with you. A child is the ultimate union between the two of you, the purest declaration of love. That's why it hurts him all the more when you tell him you don't want one right now. Reo just doesn't understand - he has all the money to support you, you've been together for quite a while, had your fun - why not take that jump with him? It feels like you're rejecting him and his love. He won't force you into anything but he'll give you his coldest shoulder yet. He takes your gentle later, honey, just not now and twists it into you completely blindsiding him. He can't even look at you - leaves the house without saying goodbye, doesn't sleep in the same bed as you - hell, you'll even catch him crying once. Reo wears you down emotionally, makes you feel so ungrateful and selfish for denying him this simple thing that you'll fold just after a few days. Does it really matter if you wait another year before you start trying? Doesn't he have all the money in the world to hire a whole gaggle of nannies? What will really change? You only have things to gain. And if it keeps him happy, keeps his eyes shining and you in his good graces, why not start now?

[leoramage]

mastermind

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⊹⊱ trigger warning - [n/a]

⊹⊱ theme - [university au]

⊹⊱ pairings - [mick schumacher x student!y/n]

⊹⊱ keywords - [mind games and hints. "this is the first time i've felt the need to confess."]

The sun was setting over the sprawling campus of Gran Vincere Academy, casting a golden hue over the campus where dreams of speed and adrenaline took root. Every corner of the school echoed with the roar of powerful engines and the scent of high-octane fuel, but there was more to life than just racing. The academy is a hot pot of talent — a place where exceptional students from various fields came together.

"Miss L/N, are you okay? Class is dismissed." Professor Vowles soft snapped at you, finding yourself daydreaming about the upcoming weekend. The usual group of friends had exciting plans, but this time, it felt different. The classroom was already empty and it was just you and the Professor Vowles who likes to stay behind the classroom even though the lecture is over.

Thinking about your friend group... At first, it was just you and Daniel. Ricciardo is a sunshine over-the-top guy whom you were able to be friends with as you are both sat together in biology class. He hardly shuts up and mutters jokes under his breath or blurts them out loud amid lectures of Professor Abiteboul but regardless, he is always a guy who is down for anything and is known by everyone alongside Lando who is in photojournalism.

Lando has a Spanish friend named Carlos who is a varsity athlete for golfing. Then this Carlos has a Monegasque friend named Charles; who is pursuing a music degree - allegedly a serial monogamist and a heartthrob - targeting friends of his exes to be his next girl. Charles is often confused as a French and is mistakenly friends with the French duo.

Pierre is a varsity player for soccer; who dates high school girls despite him being in his senior year in college. While Esteban is enrolled in aerospace engineering and hangs out with the nepotism babies of the university: Mick and Lance.

Lance Stroll, the young billionaire boy plays for the varsity hockey team. Got into the dean multiple times for instigating fights at the back of the university parking lot.

Mick Schumacher, the charismatic and daring racing prodigy of Michael Schumacher, was part of the friend group, life had a funny way of intertwining paths. He is pursuing medicine to be a pediatrician or veterinarian... You were not sure, everyone just found him attractive nonetheless and he is one of your close friends alongside Daniel.

"Hey, Y/N!" Speaking of Mick, he greeted you with a warm smile. His blue eyes sparkled under the rays of the sun, a hint of his usual playful demeanor. Then there was a lady standing beside him who eyeballed on you before rolling her eyes. You found it odd, was he waiting for you despite being accompanied?

"Hey, Mick," You replied, adjusting the strap of your backpack after walking out of the classroom of Professor Vowles. "Ready for another semester of classes?"

Mick chuckled. "Always! But you know, Y/N, I've got a new strategy this year." He leaned in closer, his voice hushed as if he were sharing a secret and seemed to have forgotten that he was with this girl whom you do not recognize, "I've got a plan."

You couldn't help but laugh at his mischievousness. "Mick, I hope this plan of yours will not involve Lance and Esteban being sent to the Dean's office. You're going to have to do better than that."

He only chuckled and shook his head before muttering softly which sent shivers down your spine, "No it won't. See you soon, Y/N." Just as fast as he came, he left with the lady who seemed to be following him like a lost puppy.

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Weeks passed...

And Mick's plan whatever it was continued. You would walk the hallways of the campus, Mick passing by and greeting you shortly with "hi" and "hello y/n" while he is always accompanied by different girls on every occasion at every opportunity. Your conversations were kept short and awkward which made you feel pained at the fact that you and he weren't as close as it used to be.

"Have I done something wrong?" "Have I said something that offended him?" These were the thoughts that run in your head more than 300 kilometers per hour as it seems. It bothered you - yes. Because of the fact that you do not want to come across as anxious to Mick, you didn't know how to address the issue. What were you supposed to say without making everything look awkward?

As you sat with George and your friends in the school courtyard, he leaned over and whispered, "Have you noticed that Mick is always with unattractive girls whenever you see him?"

This caught your attention, snapping out of your snacks to furrow your brows in confusion at George's question. Even Carmen, George's girlfriend, looked upset at him for describing them as such. You didn't want to speak, you didn't want to sound judgemental by agreeing to the 'unattractive' part.

This gathered attention from Pierre who is closely listening in before butting in the conversation like the typical French tea spiller he is. "You want to know why?" He asks as you nod before the French smirks and turns to George to continue what is boiling under the surface. What was Mick doing all these past few weeks?

"Mick has a crush on you all this time and he's doing this to make you feel jealous - to elicit reaction out of you. He was getting frustrated because you didn't seem bothered at all with his shenanigans with these ladies." The British chuckled as you stared at him with wide eyes and slightly agape lips. Mick was what???

Pierre laughed at your reaction and spoke, "Why do you seem surprised, Y/N?"

Why were they telling this to you anyway? They were probably bluffing and it must be some sort of prank. Lewis only gave you a soft but genuine smile, at some point, it gave you a little sense of security that George and Pierre weren't playing around. So you decided to say something, "Why are you telling me this?" Uncertainty rung in your words still quite doubtful that they were not beating around the bush.

By the devil's name, the blonde German (and a blonde girl) walked towards the table with a smile on his lips and greeted everyone before sitting down, "Hello guys! Hey Y/N." Mick was at his usual antics, leaning in close to the girl, whispering something that made her blush before walking away.

"Y/n, can we talk?"

Those three words made your ear rung and deafen for a second. Finally, the moment of truth arrived as George, Pierre and the rest of the friend group shared looks as some were chuckling softly. So everyone knew while you don't. Did you miss out on a hangout night? Absolutely not.

Daniel looked concerned from the other side of the table as Mick stared at you hoping you'd accept his offer... And you did. With every step you take walking away from that table, your heart beats louder almost as if you could hear it with your ears as Mick leads you into a quiet place on the campus - the school pond & fountain where architecture students hang out. You were happy it wasn't in the parking lot knowing Lance's antics and his battleground was that place.

"Y/N, you're impossible," Mick sighs, leaning against the balustrade.

You raised an eyebrow, confusion etched in your features. "And why's that?"

He was scratching the back of his head, gaze on the ground - embarrassment glimmering in his eyes despite it cast down. "I have to tell you something, Y/N... I was hinting at this girl these past few months. She just doesn't seem to get it that I like her."

"Mick, if you're interested in someone, why not just be direct?" You leaned in, voice sincere. You were confused about how this conversation was going but a slight sting of jealousy sets into your heart. At the same time, you were upset that he was dragging you into this type of conversation and never really explained why he was hanging out less with you which left you dumbfounded for the past weeks.

He smiles sheepishly and all his attention now set into you. His blue eyes were staring at yours, touching every crevice of your own soul. His eyes were telling you something that words couldn't comprehend. "Fear of rejection, I guess. And she's… you're not like anyone else. You're not like everyone else."

"All these months that have passed."

"I planned everything to be close to you and to make you jealous... But it didn't work out." He chuckled awkwardly and lightly bit his lip.

"This is the first time I've felt the need to confess."

"I like you, Y/n."

At that moment, the unspoken truth hung between you both, now as clear as day. Your paths might have been unconventional, but they had led you to something genuine.

Author's Note: This is impulsive writing and this story had been crafted out of my dream. It's an odd dream but hey, I thought about for a moment to share this with you. And no, I wouldn't take requests to write. I do not wish to make a promise and disappoint you all for being slack in writing. I'm not quite sure how this turned out but I hope you guys liked it. 𔘓ฅ[⁠ᓀ⁠˵⁠▾⁠˵⁠ᓂ⁠]𔘓ฅ

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[lumsel]

You know, we wouldn't be hearing about this whole Oceangate thing if the guys involved weren't rich. Like, imagine is instead of a handfulof white billionaires being trapped on a submarine, it was, like a soccer team of Thai children trapped in a flooded cave. You wouldn't hear about that on the TV. It certainly wouldn't dominate the news cycle for a period of several weeks while they meticulously detailed how the rescue efforts would go down. Oh hold on my assistant is giving me a note, let me drink a biiig gulp of coffee while I

[insertyourselfhere]

Anomaly

Description: You’re doing your usual thing running around saving people, being the friendly neighbourhood Spider that people expect you to be. When you stumble across a goblin that is definitely not from your world. Characters: Gwen Stacy, Y/N , Your Aunt (A/N)

It was another day for you as you swung around, everybody down below yelling out waving at you as you slipped pass them. You stopped suddenly at a water tower and crouched down ready to eat the lunch you had pre packed yourself and stuck to the water tower once you returned from chasing down some bad guys who decided to rob a bank in broad daylight. You had to give it to them for attempting to do that knowing full well you would show up and take them down as you always did.

You sat down on the edge of the water tower legs daggling, with your mask half up as you took a big bite of your sandwich. You watched the kids in the street below playing soccer in the middle of the road baron and empty, the train went by your head as you took in the familiar sounds smiling to yourself. What wasn’t familiar to you though was a loud beeping going off next to you. Springing into action you leapt from the water tower with your back pack and sandwich still in hand taking another bite. A green man wearing a suit on a hovering machine was in front of you cackling as he prepared to throw another bomb.

Taking one more bite of your sandwich you pulled your mask down, threw your bag to the closest wall again sticking it as you dodged another one of those bombs. Your Spidey sense ringing as it missed you but started to fall below to the children who had now stopped playing their game and were looking up towards you and this masked man in front of you.

Your web flew down catching the bomb, using your momentum you threw it back towards the goblin who hit it up towards the sky another eruption going off.

“Look I don’t know who you are and I’ve got to say I wasn’t expecting to see this today, but I have to get back to my studies and I really don’t have time for this today” You said as stood tall on the water tower, or what was left of it.

“Where am I?!” He screamed at you, you were taken back by what he said.

“What do you mean? This is New York?” You said shooting him confused looks under your own mask.

“This looks nothing like New York, is this a joke?” He said, with a step on his glider he took off towards you, spikes coming out of his glider at the front, you leaped up once again avoiding his glider, you shot a web between his legs sticking as he dragged you behind.

“That was a much better idea in my head” You said, he flew over a flock of pigeons and you already knew what was coming.

“Oh no” Sure enough the pigeons all stuck themselves to you, one landing promptly on top of your head leaving a nasty surprise for you later which you watched drip down your spider eyes.

“Ugh gross” You said throwing the rest of it off. You shot another web and pulled yourself closer to the man hitting his back and knocking him off his glider. Before he managed to hit the ground you shot another web saving him in the process and then landing next to him.

“Stop please don’t hurt me” He said cowering in the corner, his demeanour changed, no longer did he have that evil aura about him. You crouched down next to him gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Woah hey sorry about that, look you were trying to kill me so my Spidey fight or flight mode switched. Let me help you what’s your name?”

“Norman Osborne” He said looking at you with fair stricken in his eyes.

“Norman Osborne, the billionaire scientist?” You said, he nodded his head agreeing. You let go of the mans shoulder and stood up facing out of the alley you guys had landed in.

“Norman’s been dead now for 5 years, there’s no way this mans…” before you could finish your sentence you felt a sharp pain between your ribs and strong arm wrapped around your neck.

“You’re just as weak as the other Spider-Man I’ve fought” Other Spider-Man? This man had experience, so he must be from another dimension your eyes go wide. You grabbed his hand wrapped around your neck and threw him over your shoulder down the alley, he went to grab his glider a few feet away, you tried stopping him and shot your web but your vision became hazy. You looked back down at your side and saw a knife sitting out of it.

“that’s not supposed to be there” You said, you knelt down to the ground feeling weaker every second, before you passed out though you saw a figure land in front of you, and all you could think of was teal ballet shoes.

You began to gain consciousness once again. You were no longer in the alley but in a strange room you had never seen before, you sat up slowly taking in your surroundings. You were bare from the neck down noticing your mask was still on but the rest of your clothes had been taken off. As you started recollecting your memories you remembered the guy in the alley and went to stand up only to take a fall.

“woah there soldier stand down” Came a soft sweet voice, you looked up and saw the same ballet shows you saw before you passed out completely.

“It was you” You said gesturing to her shoes, she lift her legs gently staring at her shoes with a small smile on her face.

“I don’t know what that means but yes here I am” You sat up on the ground wincing and holding your side, you looked up at your saviour only to see a spider-woman? Her white suit looked amazing you had 50 million questions coming through. Before you could ask any of them your stomach grumbled and you remembered you only had a quarter of a sandwich before that guy came over at attacked you.

She giggled a little and you knew you wanted to hear that sound again. She handed you your bag which had the other sandwiches and you began to scarf them down.

“Nsh to bef rufe buf whf are yof” She looked at you and you could imagine a confused look under the mask, you swallowed down your food, took a massive chug of water and looked back at her.

“Sorry, what I mean to say was do I get a name for the person who saved me?” You asked standing up gently, winching again at the throb that was coming from your side.

“Ahhhhh my name is Ghost Spider, but I guess you can call me Gwen” She took off her hood and you were not expecting her to look anything like that under her hood.

“Gwen, hey, I’m y/n” You took off your mask and watched her face look shocked, she tried to compose herself quickly but it was too late you had noticed.

“Okay well since your much better now, I have to go and catch this guy” She put her mask back on and flew out the window thwhipping away. You ran towards the window about to run after her but looking back down at your ribs you noticed your super healing hadn’t kicked in just yet.

You made your way back home on foot, as it hurt to use any of your limbs. You slid up to your apartment and were greeted with your Aunt.

“Where have you been!?” She yelled as you walked in the door. You gave her a sorry look and walked over to her.

“Sorry A/N I got held up doing some Spider stuff” You said throwing your back pack on the couch and sitting down, another twang of pain going through your body, you lift up your shirt and she gasped.

“Quick to my lab” You ran towards her lab she had stashed in your apartment, one thing you loved about your Aunt apart from the fact that she knew and was so supportive of the Spider-Man stuff was that she was an expert in the health department, which she tried teaching you so you could pick up her mantle. As soon as you entered the lab she pushed you onto the bed and go to work.

“This isn’t good Y/N” She said as she looked at the wound, your body not healing was the biggest red flag for her.

“Okay I’m going to get some of the Spidey serum we have at the moment, hopefully that will multiply your Spidey cells and kick them into over drive to work and start healing you” You nodded as she ran over to her makeshift fridge and pulled out a serum that was a mixture of blue and red. She walked over to you, with the serum in a needle ready to inject.

“This is highly experimental I don’t exactly know what’s going to happen” You nodded at her.

“I have full faith in you A/N” You said grabbing her hand, you laid flat on the bed, she grabbed the needle and plunged it into your arm. As soon as she injected it you began screaming.

“I am so sorry Y/N it should be over soon” As soon as the vial was done she pulled out the needle and took a couple of steps back. The wound on your side healed almost instantly but you were still crying out in pain. Your senses were overloaded, your body convulsing. Until all of a sudden it came to a complete stop and you just laid there motionless.

Your Aunt ran up to your bedside and saw that you were conscious and attentive but was just laying on the bed breathing heavily.

“Gwen’s in trouble” You said as you quickly got off the bed, grabbed another signature Spidey suit and headed out the closest window you could find. As you shot your web out you thanked your Aunt.

“I am so sorry for leaving so quickly but a friend of mine is in trouble…” She kissed your forehead and you swung away.

As you felt the cold air brush against your skin you noticed all your senses were kicked into hyperdrive, you knew exactly where Gwen was and what was happening, long story short she was losing to the Goblin. As you began swing you felt your arms were a bit bigger, you leaped from a tall building and felt your strength much stronger than what it was before. Carrying you a couple more blocks than usual.

“Whatever that stuff was that A/N gave me I feel much stronger, I don’t know what the side effects are but I don’t care I need to save Gwen”

You came up to the docks and heard bombs going off left right and centre, you swung down to the roof trying to keep the element of surprise and saw Gwen shoved against a wall, her mask was half burned off, her body was sliced, battered and bruised. She looked so tired and out of breath. Without even thinking you swung down and kicked goblin off his glider which caused him to drop Gwen. As she dropped you shot out your web catching her hang and springing her back up to you catching her in your arms.

“Sorry I’m late” You said getting her to safety.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me?” She said looking at you.

“I am here to help since you helped me and I could hear where all the fighting was coming from” You said placing her down on the ground, you heard Goblin’s glider start up again and decided to take care of him.

She grabbed your hand before you could take off and pulled you back towards her.

“Be careful please, I can’t lose you again” She said sadness evident in her voice, you looked confused under your mask but gave her a thumbs up as you swung back down.

“Hey Goblin, lets finish off what we started” You yelled out trying to get his attention. His evil maniacal laugh came from the shadows.

“Poor little Spider caught in a web I set” His glider came out from the corner of your eye towards you with no Goblin, you jumped dodging it and shooting a web into one of the shadows. The laugh game again.

“You are all so weak, too busy caring about people and your feelings” You hear him spit out those words with venom etched in his voice.

“Everyone has a weakness Goblin, yours is that ego you have thinking your stronger than everyone because you care about no one” You said shooting your web towards another shadow, once again coming up empty handed.

He laughed once again and you closed your eyes, taking in your surroundings using only our Spidey-Sense to guide you through this fight, the glider started up again and you heard him jump on top of it. Before he could prepare his next attack you had shot your web at him on his glider, pulled yourself towards him and hit him hard. He fell off his glider and slid backwards a few feet. You webbed him up enough that he wouldn’t be able to break out of it, grabbed his glider and split it in half.

“You won’t be hurting anyone else any time soon” You said to him, you saw an orange bracelet out of the corner of your eye, you shot your web towards it and pulled it closer to yourself.

“Gwen are you okay!? Can you hear me?” You ignored the voice but made your way to Gwen who was still in the same position you left her. You sat down next to her an she let out the biggest sigh of relief when she saw you.

“This is yours by the way, I’m not too sure what it is or who it is but they really want to talk to you” You said handing her the bracelet, as you did a face appeared and they looked relief.

“Jess sorry about that he was a bit more than I could handle and he took my watch”

“That’s okay I’m just happy to see that you’re okay”

They spoke for a bit longer but you tuned them out finally taking in the day you had. You could guess from the watch who she was talking to, there’s more of you out there you thought. You smiled and stood up, Gwen watched you intently and you picked her up again.

She pushed shoved your chin causing you to drop her, you looked at her like she grew a second head. Her face was red as she stood up herself.

“I don’t need you to carry me” She said placing her hood over her face, you rolled your eyes.

“I just saved you?” She poked her tongue out at you and started to thwip away.

You followed suite catching up to her.

“Come over to my apartment” You said swinging next to her. She shot you with a web. Causing you to lose your balance and fall. You managed to get a hold of what you were doing and caught back up to her.

“Not like that! My Aunt is big on health stuff she might be able to help with your wounds and that!” You said giving her a look.

“Fine but only because his glider had some weird stuff in it and I’m not healing as quickly as I would normally”

You nodded and took the lead towards your apartment, once you arrived your Aunt was in the kitchen preparing dinner. You slid through the window into the lounge room, Gwen looked at you like you grew a second head yourself and you walked right up to your Aunt and gave her a hug.

“I’m back from saving my friend” You said grabbing some bread from the counter, your Aunt slapped your hand and you skulked away. Gwen made her way into the apartment giving you a confused look.

“She knows about me, its cool, she’s helped me out so many times” You said grabbing the same bread but with your web.

“Hey Honey! You look a bit beat up lets see what we can do for you” Your aunt said grabbing Gwen’s hand and heading towards the Lab.

“Although your wound isn’t as severe as Y/N’s this should help out slightly with the toxins in your body” She gave Gwen a drink, it looked a lot less intense from the one you had. Gwen drank the contents of the vial and immediately her wounds began to heal.

“Thanks’ A/N” She said with the biggest smile on her face, her face was immediately replaced by sorrow. Your Aunt looked at her.

“I’m assuming you already knew me before our little encounter today” Gwen nodded her head.

“In my world where I’m from we were very close” Gwen said looking at your Aunt. At this point you had headed towards the Lab to see what was taking them so long and didn’t expect these turn of events.

“I lost both of you to a freak accident, it was Prom, we were going, you were our chaperone, me and Y/N were going together” She blushed as she mentioned this, you were still hanging back wanting to leave so you didn’t over step your boundaries but you needed to hear this story. You folded your arms leaning against the wall with your eyes closed.

“One of my other friends Peter had been bullied his whole life, create a serum that turned him into a lizard to get back at the bullies. He went to attack them, and I had to go into full Spider mode. I didn’t know it was him but I stopped him, as soon as the commotion was over the roof had collapsed and it trapped us all in it. Peter didn’t make it, I went searching for you both in the rubble and saw that you both were under the rubble, no movement no nothing. My Father is the captain of the police force and tried to arrest me, ever since then I’ve just been hurting and now you’re both here” But you’re not, you’re completely different people from the people she knows. You pushed yourself off the wall and headed into the lab watching your Aunt and Gwen stand there both.

Your Aunt pulled her into a hug seeing the hurt she had been carrying all this time, you stayed back not wanting to interfere again because once again this girl you had just met this morning and she had a whole history with you.

While they were hugging a portal opened up next to her, out come Jessica Drew, the lovely lady you heard on the other end of the watch.

“Mission successful, I just snagged the Goblin from the port thanks to Hobie’s help.” Gwen looked surprised to see Jessica.

“What are you doing here!?” She asked confused, Jessica smiled and threw something towards you.

“We can always use more Talent” She said, with a smirk. “Miguel was impressed with your work and wants you to join, I wouldn’t say no by the way it’s a little hard to convince him to get people to join” As she said that a face appeared in her watch.

“No it isn’t , I took no convincing to let Y/N join, the clearly had the skills…” As Miguel kept going on about his decision Jessica disappeared into her portal and it closed.

You looked confused but Gwen held her arm up towards you and smiled. You looked towards your Aunt who rolled her eyes and pushed you towards Gwen, Gwen opened a portal and held her hand towards you.

“Y/N, You got a minute” You grabbed onto it and she pulled you through the portal.

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My Queen \\ leah williamson x reader

Request: “Could you do one where the reader (reader x Alexia or Leah) is billionaire but nobody knows and they found it BC the reader is bit luxury or the reader is from Netherlands royal family and nobody knows”

P.S I’ve never written a royal family story before so bare with me 

P.P.S This is kind of short so I apologise 🫣

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You walk out of the coffee shop and turned the corner when someone walks into you.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry” You look up and are met with the most beautiful blue/green mixed eyes you’ve ever seen.

“No worries, I was thinking about throwing it out anyways. I’m Y/N” You say holding you hand out for the mysterious woman to shake.

“Leah, nice to meet you Y/N. I can buy you a new shirt or at least a new coffee” Leah asks.

“Don’t worry about the shirt” You look at your watch and realise you’re late.

“I’m so sorry about this but I have to go. I’ll catch you around” You say before quickly walking away and into the car your parents, the king and the princess, bought you since you moved to England.

Historically in the Netherlands, no one has left their royal duties to become a civilian. You hated all the fancy clothes and long, boring meetings. You just wanted to be a photographer. Thankfully, your parents understood your willingness to leave and still welcome you back to visit when you can. Yes you could do it as a hobby while still being in the family but you wanted to travel for leisure and work, not travelling to meet other politicians and royal families. You are, were next in line for the throne once your father has passed, so your younger sister Catharina is now the heir.

Thankfully since your move, you have gotten an apartment and recently a new job working as a sports photographer, specifically women’s soccer.

On a bright and sunny morning the next day, you arrive at the Arsenal training ground and you instantly feel nervous. You walk into the building and a familiar face aka your boss welcomes you and shows you around. He introduces you to Jonas who then introduces you to the team.

“Girls, this is Y/N she is our new team photographer and videographer so be nice as it’s her first official day”

While Jonas is talking, you lock eyes with Viv who instantly freaks out. Being Dutch, she knows exactly who you are. You give her a look and she returns with a small nod with confirmation she won’t tell anyone who you are. 

“Alright everyone introduce yourself then training will begin”

Everyone takes it in small groups to introduce themselves when one waits until last. 

“Nice to see you again Y/N” Leah flirtatiously says biting her lip while looking at you up and down. 

“Good to see you beautiful” You flirt back. This is going to be a long first day, you thought. 

“You’re going to be mic’d up today so follow me” You and Leah walk into the first room and it’s the massage room. You put the small bag on the table and get the mic and mic pack out.

“Alright put this through your shirt an-” You turn around to see Leah with her shirt already off.

“Wow um okay just uh clip this in the middle and the mic pack can clip onto the back” You stutter out.

“Can you do the back? So it’s in position properly?” Leah asks and you nod. 

You move behind her and clip the mini mic pack onto her bra and heat rushed to your face.

“Okay all done. Come see me when training’s over and I’ll get those from you”

“See you later Y/N/N” Leah walks out of the room and you chuckle and shake your head. 

After training, you catch Leah so you can get the mics off her. You take the mic pack off her back and Leah turns around. Her eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back before you lean in so your noses are touching.

“C’mon Leah, we have to go!” You think Jordan yells out.

“Coming Jords!”

“I’m sorry Y/N/N”

“Don’t be Leah, it’s okay. I’ll see you on Saturday at the game” Leah nods and kisses your cheek on the way out.

Later on that night, you finish uploading the training photos to your laptop when your phone pings. You check it and see a message from Leah.

hey beautiful, i hope i have the right account 👀🤞

that depends… who are you looking for??

a beautiful Dutch y/h/c girl with y/e/c eyes i can get lost in for days. i think she goes by Y/N/N or Y/N

oh well you look at that… you’ve found the right account!

You and Leah talk all night before you finally grew some balls and asked her out on a date tomorrow. Yes you know you’ve only known her for a day but you feel differently with Leah, like you’ve know her your whole life. You spend another hour trying to think of a fun date idea for the both of you. You find a place online to book and you get even more excited.

Long story short, your date turned into 4 more before Leah asked you to be her girlfriend a few months later. You immediately said yes and kissed her passionately which led to other activities. You are currently at Leah’s house and you’ve had the whole royal thing on your mind. Leah has noticed something hasn’t been okay with you but didn’t want to pressure you into telling her. You feel Leah’s hand go up the back of your shirt and draw patterns on your back. You don’t want to lose this feeling.

“Babe, are you okay? You’re crying” Leah looks down at you worried. You sit up and wipe your eyes and Leah looks instantly worried.

“I um, need to tell you something and I don’t know how you’re going to take it”

“Whatever it is, we can figure it out together” Leah sweetly says as she intertwines her hands.

“I’m um well my family are the royal family for the Netherlands”

Leah doesn’t say anything except pull you into a hug, that you so desperately needed. You snuggle into her and she kiss the crown of your head.

“That’s what you were afraid of telling me?” You nod and Leah chuckles.

“Oh baby, why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t want you to think differently of me. Hell, Viv figured it out the first day and nearly bows every time she sees me” Leah lets out an angelic laugh but shuts up quickly when you glare at her.

“I would never treat you differently my love. With or without that crown, you are the same Y/N too me. Wait, were you going to be queen?”

You explain how the Netherlands royal family works and how you were next in line but now your younger sister is next. Leah gets up and races up to her room and grabs a toy crown she has and put it on your head.

“There, now you’ll always be my queen” Leah says as she holds your cheeks in her hands and kisses you softly.

You knew in that moment that you are in this for the long run.

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Y/N = your name

y/h/c = your hair colour

y/e/c = your eye colour

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abel lockwood | adult | windenburg nectar billionaire

abel lockwood grew up in del so valley in and out of foster homes. luckily, because of his good grades and soccer skills he got a full ride to britchester where he met his wife, emmalyn. the two bonded over the absence of their parents, which made them determined to be the best parents...except abel's relationship with his son porter is *very* difficult.

[dhr-ao3]

Not the One

Not the One https://ift.tt/siUwxZ5 by hermionejean99 Hermione Granger is one of twenty women on the next season of "The One", a reality dating show with ex-Manchester United star Theodore Nott as the desirable bachelor. After a scandal causes the network to fire the host, "The One" casts Theo's best friend and billionaire Draco Malfoy as the new host. Hermione wants to find love, but too soon realizes her chemistry might be with someone other than Theo... Words: 3110, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode, Cho Chang, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Tracey Davis (Harry Potter), Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Susan Bones, Fleur Delacour, Marietta Edgecombe, Penelope Clearwater, Nymphadora Tonks Relationships: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, Theodore Nott/Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott/Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott, Astoria Greengrass/Theodore Nott Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, The Bachelor Alternate Universe, Theo is the Bachelor, Draco is the Host, Ex-Soccer Player Theo Nott, Billionaire Draco, best friends theo and draco, Hermione Granger is looking for love, on a dating show with 19 other women, Reality TV, this has been in my mind since the last bachelor season, POV Hermione Granger, Gradually this will change to more mature/explicit and ill update tags, eventual Dramione, Secret Relationship, Taboo Romance, Infidelity, Sort Of via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/wpZ5HXJ October 24, 2024 at 05:33AM

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Dick Verse: Olympian

Dick Grayson was raised in a circus until tragedy struck and left him orphaned. Taken in by billionaire Bruce Wayne, he kept up his training as an aerialist and acrobat in order to hold on to his family heritage. Naturally this extended to traditional gymnastics as well.

A gifted athlete, Dick nonetheless never sought recognition in competition. He was in the sport purely for the joy of the sport itself, a true amateur in the traditional sense of the word: one who does a thing for the love of that thing. Dick was far more often seen on the sidelines supporting his fellow athletes than he was in the competitions themselves, though just why this was is still a matter of some debate: some said it was because he couldn't stomach the thought of failure, that he knew he wasn't as good as his reputation suggested and refused to let anyone see, others that he knew no one else could come close and he was sparing them the embarrassment, hiding his own skill and ability to allow others to shine instead.

Whatever his reasons, his decision to try for the Olympic gymnastics team definitely came as something of a surprise, though some of his [very few] detractors complained that he was only doing it on a whim, without actually caring whether or not he would truly be an asset to the team or bring home a medal to honor his country. And perhaps he was, but the one thing Dick Grayson has always enjoyed is a challenge, and where better to find one than on the global stage?

Things To Note

Dick has a largely laid-back approach to the Games in general, at least in public. Naturally he wants to win, everyone does, but he's genuinely there for the challenge it gives him and his love of the sport.

He's a good all-around gymnast, certainly in the top ten - or top five - in every event, but he excels at floor exercise and horizontal bar as these are the closest to his original acrobat/trapeze artist roots. Next best are parallel bars and vault, followed by pommel horse and still rings. The divide between his personal best in each event is often tiny, but it's still there.

He competes as an all-arounder, as well as in the individual floor exercise and horizontal bar events.

Given his choice of all gymnastic events, he'd choose the uneven bars. He gives zero shits that it's a 'women's event', it looks like fun and he wants to play.

Given his command of so many languages [he speaks twelve!] he's constantly chatting with members of other teams, happily swapping training tips.

He is absolutely on the sidelines supporting the women's team and cheering them on. When he's not preparing for his own events Dick is very often found at other events cheering the other athletes on. His favorites are archery, football[soccer], breakdancing, track and field, taekwondo, bmx, equestrian, skateboarding, and sport climbing.

[vladdyissues]

Okay I gotta know since I actually go by this as my user on a few things- Daddy Phantom from the WIP game

You could probably see this from a mile away, but here's the scoop on Daddy Phantom:

After Plasmius and Phantom accidentally pass through the Fenton Ghost Catcher when the switch is stuck halfway between MERGE and SEPARATE, Vlad becomes pregnant. 

It seems like nothing happened at first. They forget the incident. Then Vlad gets terrible midnight sickness, throws up ectoplasm, starts feeling miserable. Then the cravings set in. He thinks it might be his ecto-acne flaring up again, but a spectral scan reveals he has another ghost growing inside him, half him and half Danny. Immediately his entire life changes. He crashes in on Danny, Tucker and Sam and whisks them away to explain the situation. Danny is horrified. He doesn’t want to be a teen dad.

(Despite the real-world seriousness of some subjects, this story is basically Crack Treated Seriously and entirely lighthearted.)

“For heaven’s sake, Daniel, I’m a 46-year-old self-made multi-billionaire. I don’t need you. I am perfectly capable of providing for my child.” 

Pompous pregnant prick 😂

Danny is basically off the hook, but it starts to bother him when he sees how happy and changed Vlad is. Renovating his castle to be ghost-child-safe. Building a massive nursery and filling it with acres of toys. He’s about to become the most annoying soccer mom in the Ghost Zone. No more scheming and plotting, no more vengeance. He’s actually happy, positively glowing (it’s the pregnancy hormones).

Jack and Maddie find out he’s “adopting” a baby and are happy for him. Maddie even throws a baby shower for him—not that Vlad needs anything, but purely to celebrate his becoming a father.

I don't want to spoil the ending, so that's all I can share for now!