#the best fucking duo when it comes to making the fans laugh

[eminentzayn]

my thoughts are with louis tonight. i love you, tommo. let us love you through this grief.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Uncle Wade

Description: Logan finds out that Y/N is pregnant by Wade’s loud mouth and they try to be the best dad/uncle duo.

Request: HII :) can you do a fic where Logan gets y/n pregnant and wade becomes an uncle and the two of them help out y/n and try to be the best dad and uncle duo ever! :))

The second Y/N finds out she is pregnant she makes the big mistake of telling Wade.

She wanted to make it a surprise for Logan, since it’s a special moment but Wade doesn’t think like that.

Even though Y/N strictly told him not to tell Logan  

Wade was way too excited to keep it a secret and told Logan over dinner.

They were having dinner and Y/N turned down a glass of wine. 

This was surprising to both men but Wade blurted out: “Oh shit that’s right! You’re pregnant.” 

Y/N glared at him and Logan’s jaw dropped. 

“Nice going, asshole.” 

Wade immediately covered his mouth, not meaning to do that. 

Logan looked over at Y/N, “Is it true?” 

Y/N nodded and smiled, “Yes but I wanted to tell you in a more special way.” 

“But you told him?” Wade asked, pointing to Wade.

Wade got super offended, “Why shouldn’t she?” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Yeah well I learned my lesson for next time.” 

“Next Time?” 

 Wade promised that once the baby was born he would be the best uncle ever. 

The Baby shower? Oh he planned it all. 

He bought onesies for the baby and made a mini Deadpool costume. 

Y/N loved it but Logan wasn’t the biggest fan. 

“Yeah absolutely not.” He took the onesie. 

Y/N looked at him confused. The baby was wearing that especially since Wade took a lot of time to make it. 

“We need a Wolverine one.” 

Great idea!!! Wade handed him a box that contained it. 

It was so cute!!! The baby had their daddy’s suit and uncle’s suit. 

Anytime Logan says fuck, shit or any word like that and Y/N is around Wade puts his hand on her baby bump: “Don’t say that, the baby can hear.” ” 

Y/N laughs at this but Logan growls. 

The Wolverine really comes out in Logan with the baby. 

His overprotectiveness is times 100

His hand is always on her baby bump and if anyone comes too close to her, he actually growls at them.

Wade is an exception but there are sometimes he growls at him too. 

When the baby is born Wade and Logan are right there.

Wade almost passes out seeing the baby come out of her. 

The doctors have to take care of him too.

Y/N squeezes both of their hands so hard but they put up with it.

All three of them cry upon seeing the baby. 

It was a boy and Wade was already making jokes. 

“He looks just like you Logan! A mini Wolvy.” 

Logan was too happy to let Wade get to him. 

They let Y/N sleep! She needs it. 

They both take turns waking up to feed, burp or change the baby’s diaper. 

Wade surprised Logan with how well he was at getting the baby to sleep. 

“I’m not giving the baby Blind AL’s cocaine!” 

Y/N is so thankful for them. 

Picture time with the suits!!! 

Y/N gets a picture of them with the baby. 

With Wade the baby is wearing the deadpool onesie that he made and with Logan the baby is wearing the wolverine one. 

They are a cute little family and Y/N couldn’t ask for anything more!

[leahsgirl]

casual | alessia russo x female reader

was it casual when it turned into more than a one time thing?

this has been in my drafts since july and i’ve only just got round to finishing it. if youse have any requests let me know!

_

you’re trying (and failing) to listen to leah’s tactical breakdowns in the locker room when alessia scurries in, late again. that was her thing these days, along with avoiding you like the plague while at training.

no matter what you did to try and interact with the blonde she’d always have an excuse to get out of the situation. you tried to not let it get to you, but when you go from not speaking to her laying in your bed every week - it’s bound to have its effect.

you look at the striker whose now sat on the opposite end of the room next to lotte and you scoff, annoyed at how a single night two months ago can cause such a rift between you both.

you was at a club, a local one you and your teammates regularly visited when there was something to celebrate - the occasion this time being arsenal winning the conti-cup.

katie and kyra had gone up to the bar to get some drinks while you and the rest of the group found somewhere to sit.

you remember wedging yourself next to beth at the end of the booth, leaning back against the leather as you listened in on the girls conversations. it wasn’t long before the irish and aussie duo came back with a handful of drinks and everyone raised their glasses “to arsenal, and stina for the winning goal!”

the alcohol kept coming and the music was only getting louder, you were sipping at your cocktail that you didn’t bother finding out what it consisted of when there was a dip in the seat. you looked to your side to see alessia, her hair was messy and her cheeks were a dark shade of pink - something that always happened when she got a little tipsy.

“come dance me with meee.” she leant forward so her face was practically inches from yours. you just laughed, “mccabe not a good dancing partner?”

alessia shook her head “i’m third wheeling her and caitlin.” she pointed to the pair on the dance floor who seemed to be in their own world.

you sighed “lead the way russo.” you wasn’t the biggest fan of dancing but you weren’t particularly bad at it either. either way, seeing alessia’s smile when you agree is always worth it.

the dance floor was packed and it was hard to move without accidentally catching someone’s arm or torso. alessia moved with ease next to you, singing along to the music. “show me your moves y/n” she leant in and spoke down your ear. her breath was hot and was enough to send your stomach flipping.

the pair of you danced to the beat, lessi’s arms wrapping around your waist. it wasn’t unusual for youse to be touchy-feely like this - it was a normal occurrence in your relationship, hence why you don’t take much notice when she moves her hands lower, stopping at the small of your back.

“i need some air.” the blonde pointed to the door and grabbed your arm, leading you through the sea of people and out into the cold london weather.

“you okay less?” you ask concerned to the girl who is now leaning against the brick wall. she nods her head and it’s silent for a moment.

you’re about to say something when she speaks up first. “your ex girlfriend,” she says, her voice low. “i never liked her y’know.”

you raise an eyebrow, clearly amused and a little caught off guard. “i know you didn’t,” you reply softly, a smirk playing at your lips. “you weren’t exactly discreet about it.”

alessia looks at you then, her gaze more intense than usual “i’m better than her.” she says suddenly and you’re now confused.

before you can even respond, her hand reaches out and gently cups the back of your neck, she pulls you in and suddenly her lips are on yours.

you’re momentarily stunned, because what the fuck. alessia is kissing you, your best friend, your straight best friend for that matter. it’s enough to make your head spin.

almost instinctively you kiss back, your hand finding her waist as she kisses with more urgency. she’s the one to pull back and you take the opportunity to catch your breath. “your place?” she whispers so only you can hear, aware more people have come outside for a cigarette.

the rational part of you is screaming no, not to give in to her, it’s only going to bite you in the ass. but there’s also that one voice, the one that reminds you that you’ve been hopelessly crushing on the striker since being on the england youth team, the one that tells you she must want you too if she’s asking such thing.

you’re too intoxicated to listen to your moral conscience and so you nod your head and soon enough your in the back of a taxi going back to your apartment.

and that’s how the cycle started. she’d come knocking at your door, most of the times the scent of liquor clinging to her, you’d go to the bedroom and discard clothes, she’d whisper sweet nothings into your ear and kiss down your body like you’re fragile, as if each touch may break you, but much enough tenderness to make you ache for more.

then by morning she’d be gone.

no explanation, no trace that she was physically there a few hours before. almost like she couldn’t wait to get out.

it’s even worse when your at home aimlessly scrolling through your socials and you see clips of her being posted with her holding a drink in hand while sitting on a random guy’s lap whispering down his ear, or when she’s getting too close for comfort with a stranger in the dance floor. you’d always end up throwing your phone down next to you out of frustration, willing at the knots that formed in your stomach to just go away.

it wasn’t until around the fourth time you tried to talk to her about it but it didn’t work. she’d have an excuse or say ‘can we talk about it later?’ when in fact ‘later’ never came.

you’d be lying if you said you wasn’t hurting from the whole thing, alessia was your closest friend, clinging to each other like you was fused at the hip and now you hardly get a nod off the girl.

leah concluded her speech and you got up off the bench, starting to make your way to the pitch for warm up drills.

you’re split into two groups and you’re running with the ball. everything feels normal until you catch a glimpse of blonde hair charging towards you, and before you can react alessia slides in hard. her boot colliding with your leg instead of the ball and pain shoots through your ankle, sending you sprawling on the ground.

“what the hell, less?!” you snap, taking laia’s hand to help you up, the anger bubbling to the surface.

for a moment you catch a slip in emotion from her, a slight furrow in her eyebrow before she’s back to hardly giving you the time of day “it was a clean tackle” she shrugged and ran back to her original position.

“russo, what was that about?!” jonas called from his position on the sideline not looking too pleased. alessia held her hands up in defence “went in too early my mistake.”

the swede shook his head, “be more careful, we don’t want more injuries.”

“what’s goin’ on with you two?” katie asked, appearing out of no where. you waved your hand in dismissal “god knows.”

the older woman looked between you both and hummed, not looking convinced. you can’t even blame her.

it wasn’t until everyone was getting into their retrospective cars about to head home that you was able to take your opportunity.

“alessia.” you hold up your hand for her to wait “can we talk?”

seeing that she didn’t really have any escape route other than to run you over (you’re glad she hadn’t gone that crazy yet) she sighed and leant an arm over her car door as she waited for you to get closer. “what’s up?”

“what’s up?” you mocked in disbelief. “what’s up is that you kiss me, come back to mine for sex” her eyes widened as you ranted, nervously turning her head in all directions to make sure no one was listening. “-make it into more than a one time thing, then ignore me like i don’t exist as well as nearly taking out my ankle.” you point to your foot where there is evident bruising and a small scrape. “it’s confusing.” you confess.

“it was a drunken mistake, i don’t get what’s confusing.”

you’re contemplating if she’s being for real right now because there’s no way she’s believing the words coming out her own mouth. “drunken mistake to the point it’s happened over ten times now?” you scoff at her comment. “listen alessia, i can’t keep doing this. it’s messing with my head, while it may be a drunken mistake to you each time, it actually means something to me and it’s clearly impacting us at work as well.” you feel a crack in the back of your throat and you’re annoyed at yourself for getting this emotional right now. “just figure out what you want before we both get hurt.”

you didn’t bother saying bye, you just turned back around and got into your own vehicle hoping she’d actually listen to you and take your advice.

_

it had been two weeks. well, two weeks and four days to be exact since yours and alessia’s carpark talk, and there had been absolutely no effort off the blonde to communicate with you. you stopped sort of hoping after a week, seeing how she was still giving you the cold shoulder.

one thing that did change though; she no longer rocked up to your place for a late night booty call.

you was at home, letting the warm water cascade over your body and giving you a temporary moment of relaxation. you was just so annoyed with yourself, if you never gave into her a couple of months ago all of this could of been avoided.

tilting your head back, you lathered the shampoo into your hair working through the knots and tangles. it’s fine you told yourself, if alessia’s decided she doesn’t want anything to do with you - you should move on too.

you hear a knock, only a quiet one but enough to kind of freak you out. this is why you hated showering when living alone - always a crippling fear someone’s out to murder you while you’re butt-naked.

maybe it’s just you hearing things, the insane heat and steam in the bathroom making you a little lightheaded. either way, you reasoned with yourself you should probably check it out and wrapped a towel around your body.

there was another knock so you know you’re not going crazy this time as you make it to the hallway. after a few twist and turns of your keys you opened the door ajar slightly.

“alessia?” the blonde was stood on the opposite side of the door sporting mismatched sweats, sunglasses and her hair that looked like its not been brushed in days.

“can i come in?” she sounded weak and your shoulders slumped involuntarily.

you opened the door just enough so she could squeeze in then closed it behind her. you saw how her eyes trailed down your body, a tiny smirk emerging. “nice outfit.”

for a second you forgot you was only in a towel and felt the blood rush up to your cheeks. “i was in the middle of showering.” you subconsciously crossed your arms across your chest. “what is it you want alessia? why are you here?”

the striker shifted her focus to her hands, fiddling with the rings and walked ahead of you so she was standing between your bedroom and living room.

“i’ve been thinking about what you said.” she turned around so she was facing you and moved the sunglasses so they was resting on her head instead. wait, had she been crying? “i’m sorry for being so awful to you.”

you let her continue, “i just- i’ve got all these feelings, feeling about you. and it’s scary y/n. i don’t know what to do with them, like i thought i was straight a few months back!” she said incredulously.

“and now?” you asked gently. you could see this was working her up.

“i don’t know.” she ran her hands through her hair. “i just like you and it terrifies me because i’ve already hurt you enough and most likely ruined our friendship.”

you placed your hand on her arm for comfort “you’ve not ruined our friendship less.” consoling the girl who now had tears welling.

“y/n i’ve been a dick to you.” she deadpanned and you couldn’t exactly disagree because she had been pretty rude.

“at least i know why now though. you’re confused i get it.”

alessia still couldn’t meet your gaze “i care about you, y/n. so much. but i don’t think i can keep pretending im ready for something i don’t understand. i thought maybe i could figure it out, but i don’t think im there yet.”

you stood there in silence for a moment, the reality of the situation sinking in. she wasn’t going to stay. she wasn’t going to fight for whatever it was youse had going on. and no matter how much you wanted her to, she wasn’t going to.

“okay.” you finally said, “if that’s what you believe.”

alessia let out a shaky breath, looking up at you “i’m sorry.”

without another word, alessia stepped forward, her hands gently cupping your face as she kissed you. her lips lingered on yours, soft and hesitant, like she didn’t want to let go but knew she had to.

you kissed her back, your hands resting lightly on her waist, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between you. when she finally pulled away, her forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“i’m sorry,” alessia whispered, her voice trembling. “i wish i could be what you need right now.”

you closed your eyes, ignoring the aching your chest was doing right now as you whispered back, "me too."

she pulled away completely then, taking a step back, her hands falling to her sides. for a brief moment, she hesitated, looking at you one last time before turning and walking toward the door.

as the door closed softly behind her, you stood there, feeling the sting of her absence, knowing that waiting for her wasn’t something you could do—not anymore.

the kiss had been a goodbye, even if neither of you had the heart to say the words out loud.

[nozo-muu]

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING, RIGHT?

Pairings: Lip Gallagher X male!reader, (implied) Ian Gallagher X Mickey Milkovich 

Genre: typical best friend’s brother trope, questioning sexuality, mentions of alcohol and drugs, kissing

Author's note: This is for male readers. I’ve used my shameless OC, Rust Anderson, as the main character, but this can be viewed as an x Reader too (if you change Rust's name to yours lmao, I just don't like using y/n, sorry). I’ve added another OC of mine, whose name is Carina Flores… I also love changing characters' personalities, so sometimes they might be a bit OOC (sorry in advance).

This is supposed to be the night that was mentioned in this fic ;)

God fucking damnit, this took ages. I'm not a big fan of the ending, but oh well. 

Gosh, he was perfect… The way he walked, the way he talked, the way his eyes wrinkled when he smiled. Everyone knew him, everyone liked him, the kid the Andersons had adopted, rumored to be the bastard child of some CEO from the north side. He had the heart of an angel, which was weird to see in the southside. 

He could always be seen sitting next to his friend Carina Flores, another adopted orphan in the neighborhood. The duo was inseparable, having met in foster care before being adopted, him by the Andersons, her by the Flores, and luckily living in the same city. They hung out so much everyone assumed they were dating.

It was a normal Friday; he, Carina, and their two friends, Mandy Milkovich and Ian Gallagher, were hanging out during a break.

People loved talking about those four, an unlikely group, really. Two kids from “problematic” families, the token smart and pretty popular girl and the unbelievably nice child of the Andersons. 

“I want to go home already…” Carina whined. 

“Only two hours of torture left.”  Ian replied.

Engrossed in their conversation, they didn’t hear some older guy approach them.

“Hey! We’re throwing a party tonight. We're inviting everyone, you guys should come.”

Rust turned around, looking up and down at the other boy.

“We’ll think about it, thanks for inviting us, tho.”

“Cool, hope to see you tonight.”

With that, the guy turned around and disappeared. 

“Seems like we have something to look forward to tonight, then!” - Mandy exclaimed, shoving Carina’s arm slightly.

“Yeah, sounds like a plan.” Ian replied.

“We can meet at mine before… 6.30 sound good?” 

“Yeah!” The other three exclaimed.

…

It was around 6 when the doorbell first rang. Rust ran down the stairs and opened it to see Carina, who was carrying a bag full of clothes to get ready. 

“You sure do come prepared.” Rust said sarcastically. 

They made their way to Rust’s room, which was neatly decorated with witchy and music stuff. Turning on some music, they started getting ready, up until about half an hour later, when the doorbell rang again. 

Carina was putting on her makeup when Rust came back with Ian and Mandy behind him. 

“Wow, you guys took this seriously!” Ian said while observing the mess in Rust’s room and the elaborate outfits they had picked out. 

“Antes muerta que sencilla” (I prefer being dead than looking boring), Carina retorts.

Rust chuckles, taking out a bottle of vodka from under his pillow.

“Let's get this started then!” Rust wiggles the bottle while grinning. 

“Fuck yeah!” - Ian exclaims.

They changed the music to something more lively to get into the party spirit and started taking shots. 

The time to get to the party approached. It was 8h30, and the alcohol had already started working its effects. 

They made their way to some warehouse the guy from before had given them. Rust and Karina were dancing around while Ian and Mandy were laughing together, seeing how excited their two friends were for the party. 

Once they arrived, they noticed how lively the atmosphere was. A bunch of people were dancing, making out in the corners, talking… and the bar wasn't short of drinks. 

“I could go for another drink.” Ian said, looking at the group. 

“Yeah, downing a whole bottle obviously wasn't enough.” Rust replies, chuckling. 

“Mandy and I are going to go dance, we’ll join you guys later.” Carina said. 

The guys waved them goodbye while they made their way to the makeshift bar the students had created. A guy from an upper grade greeted them. 

“Oh shit! Another Gallagher. I’ve seen your brother around here somewhere.”

“Lip is here?” Rust exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. 

“He did say he had something to do…” Ian replied.

“Ok then, what should I pour you guys?” 

“I'll take a vodka soda, better to not mix alcohols.” 

“Yeah, I'll take one too.” 

The guy poured their drinks and handed them to the pair. 

That's when they felt a hand on their shoulders. Turning to see who it is, they see Lip, cigarette between his lips. 

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.” Rust exclaimed, smiling. 

Ian rolled his eyes and turned fully to his brother. 

“You didn't say you were coming.” Ian stated dryly.

“I didn't know you guys would be here. Why bother telling you.” He looked around. “Where are the girls?” 

“Somewhere, dancing around. We were gonna join them.”

Lip looked up and down his brother's best friend's body, admiring how well he was dressed and how his clothes hugged his figure. 

“I'll go with you guys, my friend ditched me for some chick. He won't be back anytime soon.” 

Rust chuckled and Ian sighed. They made their way to the dance floor, where their two friends were already dancing. Rust immediately joined them, but the two brothers stayed a little behind, moving a bit awkwardly. 

They couldn't help but chuckle at how their friends were commanding the attention, already having people join their circle while dancing. 

Mandy had already started flirting with some guy, Carina was shining under the spotlight put on her, and Rust, well, let's just say he was a little touchy with a girl that he had started dancing with. 

It was a weird feeling, but Lip felt a pang of jealousy… was it jealousy? He didn't really know, but what he did understand was that he wanted it to stop. 

When he looked around, he found that Ian had disappeared, but he caught a glimpse of him walking out with someone… Was that Milkovich? 

To be honest, he couldn't care less right now. He looked back at the other three, deciding to join them. There was nothing to lose, right? 

As he was approaching, Rust grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the circle beside him. 

Even though Rust was still dancing with a girl, this action made Lip’s heart skip a beat. And the way he was looking at him while still grinding on her. He knew what he was doing, right? He had to.

After a little while, Lip and Rust made their way to the bar again, where they ordered another round. Once they got their drink, Lip got up.

“I'm gonna go for a smoke.”

“I'll go with you, I need some fresh air.” 

They got out via the back door and sat on some stacked crates not far away. 

The weird intimacy of the moment made Lip's heart rate accelerate. It was rare for him to feel like this for anyone, let alone a guy. He sighed. 

This made Rust smile. 

“No luck with the ladies today, huh?” 

“Hmm. Can't say the same about you. That girl was enamored. And the guy at the bar was almost drooling while looking at you.” 

“Someone jealous?” Rust said jokingly. 

He really didn't know, did he? The effect he had on people. The way everyone would feel welcome by his demeanor. The way he would be so enticing while dancing, the way he made Lip's heart rate speed up…

“No.” He said while exhaling the smoke. He handed it to Rust with a raised eyebrow. 

“No thanks, I have enough with the edible Carina gave me.”

Lip chuckled. 

“How… how did you know you were bi?”

Rust looked at him, raising an eyebrow, shocked by the sudden question. He didn't feel like joking around, so he answered truthfully Lip's question.

“Trust me, you know. A sudden crush on some guy you know, the urge to kiss him…” 

Lip hummed. 

“Why? Someone caught your eye?” Rust asked. 

Lip sighed, looking at him. The alcohol had clouded his thoughts, and the weed wasn't helping his case. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Rust's. 

Rust let out a muffled sound. He debated whether or not to pull back. But god, he had wanted this for so long. 

When Lip pulled back, he looked at the other boy. He was scared, to say the least. What the fuck did he just do? Did he ruin one of the best friendships he had? 

“I'm sorry, I got carried away. I…” Lip said. 

“Lip…” 

“It's just… I… I don't know what came over me. You just looked so good, and I wanted to kiss you… I'm sorry.” 

“Lip, I didn't pull away, did I?”

He looked up, surprised by his response. 

“Can I… do it again?”

“Bring it on.” 

They made out for a while until they decided to go back inside since it was getting cold. They spent the remainder of the night dancing together. Luckily, people were too drunk to remember, and Ian was still somewhere with Mickey. Oh, and Carina and Mandy… they didn't care and were occupied with something, or rather, someone else.

[p0orbaby]

We’ll Write History Together

summary: being in relationship with a teammate is all fun and games, until it isn’t

warnings: fluff, angst, a little suggestive. A whole lot of everything tbf

a/n: something a little longer

word count: 1.9k

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In the bustling world of professional football, two rising stars shone brighter than most - Alessia Russo and you.

United���s decision to sign you the sent shockwaves through the footballing community. You arrived at the club with an impressive season at City under your belt. And with the intention of forming an unstoppable partnership with their star forward, the expectations were high and the spotlight burned intensely.

The two of you quickly became the keystones of the team’s success. Alessia with her strength and knack for goals, and you with your tactical brilliance and playmaking skills. On the pitch, your synergy was undeniable, each pass and assist between you a testament to the unspoken connection that seemed to blossom from each game to the next. Fans began to chant your names in unison. The media coined you signing of the season only three games in. It was then that the dynamic duo was born.

“You like her don’t you?” Maya asked one afternoon after training.

“Of course I do” you replied, “she’s my friend”

Your teammate laughed brazenly at your answer. She knew you were lying. Anyone with eyes and ears knew you were lying.

“Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do”

She left you with a pat on your back and a knowing smile as she walked away. You couldn’t deny the truth in her words. The connection between you and Alessia went beyond friendship, beyond the pitch, but you had yet to find the words to express it.

-

“Will you just shut up, Alessia?”

“Me? You’re the one who started this!” She countered.

The recovery room door slammed shut behind you. The sound echoing off the walls.

“My through ball was perfect and you know it” you seethed as you turned to point a finger at her. “If you just used your head for a change you might have gotten on the end of the damn thing”

Alessia shot back, “Oh, please! Your so-called ‘perfect’ through ball was way off target. If you could pass a ball correctly, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

You clenched your fists, frustration mounting. “It’s like you have no vision on the field. I’m doing my best out there, but you’re always out of fucking position”

Alessia’s eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she walked towards you, “Out of position? That’s rich coming from someone who can’t even trap a simple pass”

You shit back, closing the gap even further, “Well, maybe if you made a real effort to defend properly, we wouldn’t be chasing the game all the time”

“Jesus, all you think about is winning,” she snapped.

“Second in the league isn’t winning, Alessia”

Alessia’s frustration bubbled over, her voice trembling with anger. “You’re insufferable!”

“And you’re a spoiled brat”

Then it happened, with your faces inches apart and your breath dancing across the other's anger heated skin. The gap between the two of you closed, complete with the crashing of lips and the grabbing of waists.

Alessia's mouth moved against yours impatiently, while you grappled at the collar of her jersey to keep her close. She nipped and sucked and you sighed when she trailed sloppy kisses down your neck.

-

You knew it was coming. The World Cup was a welcome distraction. But the higher you climb, the harder you fall.

She’d talked to you extensively about it. Conversations between sheets. Whispered words against skin on journeys to stadiums. Even having known for so long it didn’t seem real.

Alessia was leaving United.

“Why does it feel like we’re saying goodbye?” You sniff. Her thumb coming up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek.

“We’ll see eachother in a couple of weeks”. Her fingers tracing shapes against your palm. Something that would normally make your skin light on fire, but this time did nothing to quell your upset.

“I know, it’s just… it’s hard to imagine not having you here,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

Alessia’s gaze softened, and she pulled you into a warm embrace. “You’ll have Toone, and Zel” she reassured. “You won’t even notice I’m gone”

You sniffed again, using the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe your face. God, you hated this.

“Two weeks” you reminded yourself.

“Two weeks” she repeated, “and we’ll be back together. Me and you, like it should be”

-

“Fuck, I missed you”

Your words were rushed and muffled as Alessia pulled your shirt over your head. Two weeks. Fourteen days since you’d touched her. Kissed her. Held her close.

It was torture. And you’ll have to endure it for years. The back and forth up and down the country. The unthinkable distance between your heart and hers. But for now, for the next few days, she was all yours.

Your shirt was tossed somewhere in the room. You embraced Alessia with devour born from weeks of pent up longing. The sensation of her skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine. A stark reminder of what you had been missing.

You kissed her deeply, savouring the taste of her.

“The girls- fuck” she was cut off by your nipping at her collar bones. “The girls want to meet you”

“Can you not talk about other girls when I’m about to fuck you, please?”

Your girlfriend released a breathy laugh as you lifted her and walked her over to the couch. The bed too far and you lacking the patience to get there.

Two weeks, you thought as you pulled down the cup of her bra and sucked a purple bruise into the flesh there. How would you last the foreseeable?

-

You wanted to throw up.

She was home, but not how you wanted her to be.

She was wearing different colours. Standing on opposite ends of the pitch. Worlds apart in more ways than one.

They scored first, and it stung to see her celebrate with people who weren’t you. Her joy, once so intimately shared, was now with her new teammates, not the ones who had once stood by her side.

Then, amidst the huddle of players, she caught your eye. Her cheeks flushed with the exertion of the game. For a moment, as the referee’s whistle blew, you both locked eyes, and in that exchange, you could see a flicker of the connection that had once bound you together as players. But it was fleeting, lost in the chaos of the match, and soon, you were back to being opponents on that vast, unforgiving pitch.

-

“There's been a lot of discussion about your relationship with Alessia Russo since her move to Arsenal. Do you think your personal lives might have a negative impact during any further games, especially with the Nations League qualifiers?”

You feel a rush of anger building up at the question, knowing it’s a subject you’d rather avoid. Taking a deep breath, you respond firmly, “Our personal lives are just that – personal. When we step onto the field, our focus is on the game and representing our respective teams to the best of our abilities. Any distractions off the pitch won’t affect our commitment to performing on it”

Just as you finish your response, another reporter chimes in, “But there’s no denying the crucial goal you missed in the game tonight. With England Lionesses manager, Sarina Wiegman, in the stands, do you think such moments might impact your chances of getting called up for international duty?”

Your frustration boils over. You respond with a touch of anger in your voice, “You know what? It’s easy to sit there and criticize from the sidelines, but every player has their off days. The presence of the manager is always a motivation to perform better, not a distraction. And as for whoever else is on the pitch, that is between me and them. I think we’re done here”

With that, you cut the conversation short, leaving the reporters with no room for further questions.

-

‘Strained Synergy: Rumors Swirl as Key Players' Relationship reaches Breaking Point’

You scoffed at the headline, tossing your phone onto the shag rug in the living room of Alessia's North London flat.

“Stop reading those”

You let out an exasperated sigh and glance over at Alessia, who’s sitting on the couch, an unimpressed look on her face. She’s seen these headlines and rumors many times before, and she knows they can be frustrating.

“I know, I should just ignore them,” you reply, burrowing further into the sofa cushions. “But it’s hard not to get annoyed when they twist everything out of proportion”

The blonde reaches out and gently places a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, remember what we always say? They don’t know the real us. We’re stronger than any rumor or headline”

You shrug out of her touch, “are we?” You snap.

Alessia’s eyebrows furrow in response, her own patience fraying at the edges. “Why are you getting so worked up over these headlines? It’s not the first time they’ve targeted us”

You shoot back, frustration seeping into your tone, “Because it’s relentless. They twist everything, make us out to be something we’re not. It’s exhausting”

“Then what are we, huh?” She asked, voice getting louder. “You don't talk to me, you don’t return my calls. I had to beg you for days just to get you to come down to watch the game tomorrow”

Your frustration turns to petulance, and you huff, "I’m here, aren’t I? What else do you want me to do?”

Alessia’s voice trembles, and her eyes glisten with unshed tears. “What do I want?” She pauses, her words laced with pain. “I want the person I fell in love with back”

-

Alessia’s post-match glow was something you could only strive for.

As you sat there admiring her, taking in the way she moved, the flex of her hand each time she pulled a dart from the board, how she pulled her hair from her face with each throw, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky.

“C’mere” you found yourself saying. Her eyes meeting yours under the dim lights of the bar.

Alessia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she set the darts aside and joined you. Your hands guided her by the waist, positioning her between your legs as you perched on a barstool.

“I said, come here”

The girl’s eyes widened with anticipation as you beckoned her closer still. This time, there was no mistaking your intent. Her body flush against yours when your lips meet.

You’d missed this. You’d missed her.

“I’m so proud of you, you know” you mumble against her mouth when you pull away.

“I know you are”

“No, I mean it” you insist. “My talented girl”. You cleared your throat as she looked down on you. Her stare making you nervous. “I think we should set things straight, at camp, I mean. I want to make things right”

Your girlfriend looked at you in confusion. Brows furrowing as she tried to understand what you were getting at.

"A few days, football, and no media," you clarified, your voice carrying the weight of your hopes. "We can regroup, start fresh, rediscover the spark that brought us together in the first place”

She wanted this as much as you did, but you knew the decision lay in her hands. The unspoken question hung in the air, waiting for her agreement.

"Camp it is," she finally said, a soft smile gracing her lips as she met your gaze. It was a simple phrase, but it carried a promise of renewal and a chance to restrengthen your bond.

You couldn't help but return her smile, your heart light with the prospect of getting a chance to be better.

Camp it is.

[mqriuss]

kpop idol au yuzuha x fem idol!reader (Part 2)

jesus christ there's not a lot of you but i expected like two people to read my rambling BUT IM GLAD THE FEW OF YOU THAT READ IT ACTUALLY LIKED THE KPOP IDOL YUZUHA so here's more !!

part 1

i can't keep calling the character's members of your group/your group member/yuzuha's group members, so we need to give them names!!!

... i sat here for like 5 minutes i can't think of group names SO let's just move on to member's names lmao (feel free to give me group name ideas!)

your group members:

you

eunjung

sunhee

miyoung

hyunjae

yuzuha's group members:

yuzuha

haeun

haejung

yunhee

kyungmi

ok now that that's out of the way

your fans love it when you and yuzuha's groups make a comeback at the same time cuz that means they get sooo much interactions during the promotion era.

like music shows are so fun. the fans and shippers are so well fed bc you and yuzuha are (suspiciously) close with each other, the amount of photos and videos you have together are endless. and i haven't watched these in a while but you know when idols like vlog themselves for their youtube channel? yeah, best believe yuzuha will always appear on your group's channel and vice versa.

"oh, and there's y/n," sunhee says, panning the camera over to you. you were eating a snack while getting your hair done before your performance. looking over to the camera sunhee held, you did a little wave. then someone else's head pops into view, "yuzuha is here too for some reason," sunhee snickers, knowing exactly why she's here.

"hey, guys! lemme borrow y/n for a sec, okay?" yuzuha grins, waving at the camera.

username01: sunhee sounds like she knows something we dont

→ username02 replied: it's like i can hear her smile from behind the camera lmao

also, don't forget the tiktok challenges! with every comeback, each of your group's fans are always always expecting the two of you to make tiktoks with each other's new songs.

username01: chat it's been days why haven't we gotten a single y/nzuha tiktok challenge

username02: if we don't get y/nzuha doing each others' tiktok chalenges i will seriously end it all

username03: my theory is that y/n and yuzuha fought over something so it's taking them long to make a tiktok

→ username04 replied: NO WAY they were interacting just fine on the recent show

→ username05: you may never know, idols are good at faking smiles

yet here you sat with yuzuha on the inkigayo stairs, laughing together when she showed you the comments your desperate fans were making.

"oh my god, you're right! they literally expect it from us now," you say in between laughs. it's no wonder this was how fans reacted—i mean, you two were always one of the first to post tiktok challenges. so you purposely tried to mess with the fans by giving them absolutely no content this time around to see if they'll notice.

and like, what were you expecting? of course they'll notice!

y/nzuha shippers are the worst because they genuinely feel like their ship is real. like gayer and realer than any other kpop ship out there, and you and yuzuha feed into it so much. even though you were rivals, this shipping thing is actually beneficial to both of your groups. almost all of your group's fans are also fans of yuzuha's group and vice versa bc of your ship. your duo with yuzuha is even more popular than the duos in your respective groups.

ok anyways, so you and yuzuha finally get up and decide to make some tiktoks together and you decided—after depriving your fans of y/nzuha content, you were going to release ALL the tiktoks you made that day. two of them were your group's respective tiktok challenges, then there was like one thirst trap, two of the tiktoks were like those couple trends—yes your fans went crazy and that is an understatement, and then another random tiktok dance challenge.

username01: they disappear for days AND THEY COME BACK WITH A FEAST

username02: y/nzuha nation, how does it feel to suffer from success?

username03: what the FUCK i was literally just talking about y/nzuha doing this chalenge AND THEY ACTUALLY DID IT... y/n or yuzuha has got to be my oomfs

→ username04 replied: y/n is more likely to be oomf methinks

username05: Y/NZUHA THIRST TRAPPING ON THE OFFICIAL ACCOUNTS SOMEBODY HOLD MY HAND

both you and yuzuha lurk on social media a lot and it's to see the fans reactions to basically anything, you're both hardworking idols—seeing what the fans like and absolutely milking it—in this case, y/nzuha. it's just a cute thing at first like "aw look, yuzuha and y/n used to be on that traumatizing survival show and they're still hanging out and really good friends."

and then it started getting serious like you weren't just a duo anymore, you're a ship. well, you have been since the survival show but with your debuts, you both started getting more fans and as a result, more shippers.

the both of you just look at each other, already plotting different ways to make fans go crazy. your managers had to stop you guys from posting a really really suggestive thirst trap one time, even your members have to give you guys warnings every now and then like you two better cool it!

you also have known for a while now that views aren't really authentic anymore in the kpop industry because of the streaming stuff. your rivalry with her doesn't really show when they announce winners at a music show. but your fans do get a bit of nostalgia when you guys post content together.

username01: this video of yuzuha and y/n is literally just them trying to outsing each other

→ username02 replied: if they ended up in a group together, we could've gotten another girls generation song where every vocalist outsings the other

→ username03 replied: ACTUALLY THO cant we just merge their groups? can they collab already?

or like you know how sometimes, you don't see idols putting in that much energy into each other's tiktok challenges? (no shade btw)

yeah, that could never be you and yuzuha. in every video, fans have noticed you guys have to glance at each other while dancing. giving looks that say "i'm doing your choreo better than you are."

oh your rivalry would also show in variety shows. there isn't really any room for rivalry in terms of music and popularity 'cause you can hardly control how fans view you and if anything, you both are always so supportive of each other's careers. so when you get a chance to go against yuzuha, you take the damn chance.

variety shows are definitely nostalgic for the fans 'cause you two refuse to team up with each other for games unless you were assigned to the same team. fans eat it up so much, there would be so many clips going around on tiktok, instagram and twitter.

while we're on the topic of rivalry, ISAC is a big day for y/nzuha nation.

when everyone finds out yuzuha was the head of the kyūdō club in high school, they're immediately expecting her to win in archery. but you practiced longg and hard to go against her.

now imagine the fans reactions when they find out yuzuha herself helped you train for ISAC lmfaooo

i think that's all the rambling i have for now but here's a bonus: new fans or non-fans of your groups mistake your ship name for y/n x kazuha of le sserafim instead of yuzuha and it's the funniest day on twitter ever. y/nzuha stans attacking them for not knowing it's yuzuha and all 💀

you share a selfie with kazuha after that day for funsies. let's just say, you kinda... sorta... maybe started a little fanwar. but y/n x yuzuha shippers aren't the only ones getting a little jealous. :)

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Backseat Driver

[A/N: Don’t ask me how this turned into a nearly 7K fic, mmkay? When I finally hopped on the tumblr train I couldn’t find any Steve x reader x Danny smut so uh… I made it myself :) Sidenote: if you know of any/have suggestions, pls send ‘em my way

This is kind of a preemptive apology because I’m about to sacrifice myself to my Internal Med rotation, so who knows when I’ll be back next 🥲 Enjoy 😈]

—————

“All I’m saying is, once, just once, I would like to drive my own car, okay? That’s all.”

“Look,” Steve shrugs nonchalantly as he slips his key into the lock and eases the front door open, “I’m the better driver, so I drive. Just makes sense.”

“Are you- Are you serious right now?” Danny mutters a curse under his breath, following his partner into the dark house. “You’re not a better driver, you’re just a control fr-”

He’s cut off abruptly by a groan reverberating throughout the house, and his eyebrows knit together as he shares a look of concern with the brunette. Their playful banter ends immediately and weapons are drawn from holsters. Steve takes point up the staircase, muzzle aimed at your shared bedroom door as Danny covers his six, the two creeping upstairs in an easy rhythm from years of performing this dance.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Steve rumbles out, holstering his weapon and running his fingers through his hair while he laughs softly to himself.

“What? Is she o…kay…” Danny’s words and any semblance of rational thought scramble when he catches up with his partner.

You’re sleeping peacefully in bed, mere feet away yet blissfully unaware of the duo, your hair fanned out over the pillow in gentle waves, the sheets twisted up around your legs, clad in one of Steve’s old Navy shirts and- they assume- little else. Soft whimpers fall past your parted lips, gradually increasing in volume until they match the frantic rutting of your hips against the pillow squeezed between your legs.

“Woah, hey now,” Steve shoots his hand up to cover Danny’s line of sight and the blonde slaps at him in retaliation.

“What are you, ten? I came up here as backup, but clearly she’s fine so I can le-”

“Oh fuck, Danny,” you keen, eyes squeezed shut in apparent ecstasy.

The two men’s voices, one laced in slight mortification, the other in poorly-concealed delight, join together to whisper a singular What the fuck? You release another breathy moan before your boyfriend comes to his senses and yanks the door closed, turning on his best friend and partner with a glare. “You saw nothing. And you heard nothing.”

“Nothing to see, nothing to hear,” Danny responds with a shrug, trying and failing to hide a smirk behind twitching lips and a clearing of his throat.

“She said ‘Daddy’,” Steve insists, accusatory finger pointed at the shorter man’s chest. “Just so we’re clear.”

The blonde is all tongue-in-cheek as he shoots back, “No idea what you’re talking about, babe. I heard nothing, remember?” He bounds down the stairs toward the front door, and Steve swears he’s got an extra spring to his already normally bouncy step when he walks out of the house.

“Right,” Steve grits out into the giddy air left in Danny’s wake, mind already whirring with potential ways he’s going to make you repent for this little slip up.

__________

“Good morning, handsome,” you call over your shoulder as you stir creamer into your morning brew, dropping the spoon and squealing in delight when you’re unceremoniously spun around and deposited on the kitchen counter next to the coffee maker. Your boyfriend’s mouth latches onto your neck immediately, muttering out a half-hearted greeting between heated kisses to your skin. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and let out a whine, knocking your head back against the cabinet when he bites down on the sensitive divot between your neck and shoulder. His tongue darts out to soothe the area, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him and press your heels into his lower back, forcing his erection against your lace-covered center.

A sharp gasp punches out of you at the sheer weight of his cock pressing against you, your mind growing fuzzy as Steve cages you in with his hulking form. “Please,” you whine pathetically, tugging at the short strands of his sleep-mussed hair while he relentlessly lavishes your chest and neck with open-mouthed kisses. Then he redirects his attention to your mouth, pressing a few chaste kisses to your lips before devouring you from the inside out. His tongue slips past your parted lips with ease, effortlessly dancing with and dominating yours, pulling needy whimpers from the depths of your being.

“Steve,” you gasp, pulling back to catch your breath, chest flushed and heaving while you roll your hips against his with lust-driven abandon. “This case took way too long. I need you inside of me, like, yesterday.”

He tenderly brushes his thumb over your swollen bottom lip and you hungrily lap at the digit, drawing it into your mouth and sucking greedily as your eyes flutter closed.

“God,” Steve’s laugh is dark and throaty, and you feel another rush of wetness pooling between your thighs. “You’re fucking feral for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod frantically in response, sucking on his finger with renewed vigor while tears well in your eyes out of desperation.

“Daddy’s little cumslut, hm? Want it in you and on you all the time, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes, Commander,” you cry out, hoping your play on his authority kink will push him over the edge into giving you what you want. You let your nails rake over the trail of dark hair along his lower abdomen before slipping your hand into his shorts and stroking his hard length. “Just want to be a good girl for you.” Without breaking the steady rhythm of your hand working his cock, you guide his hand to the growing wet spot on your panties, pressing his fingers against where you want him, need him. “Please,” you beg again, damn near your breaking point, “please fuck me.”

Finally, mercifully, he obliges, curling two fingers around your lame excuse for underwear and tugging it aside, shoving his shorts down so that you can line the head of his cock up to your wet heat. Your ass is barely on the countertop now, your body magnetically drawn forward, desperate for connection. He pushes into you inch by inch until he bottoms out, and the sound that escapes your lips is nothing short of pornographic.

“Look at that,” he breathes out with a self-satisfied smile, “not even a single stroke and you’ve already got that dumb look on your face.”

“Feels-” You pause to lick your lips, trying to correct the sudden dryness in your mouth as your walls involuntarily squeeze around the delicious fullness, “so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Remember that.”

And then he’s pulling out and tucking himself back into his shorts, heading upstairs and leaving you high and dry on the kitchen counter, lips and legs parted in surprise.

__________

Seated at your desk at work, your fingers fly over the keyboard before you with a mind of their own, the steady clicking of your nails allowing you to zone out and replay the events of this morning for the hundredth time. You’ve already eliminated the possibility of it being a punishment, because Steve has nothing to punish you for. He’s been working a case tirelessly for nearly the past week, and you barely had time to interact with your super SEAL, let alone do something to warrant being punished. Maybe he missed you so much he wanted you all hot and bothered for mind blowing sex tonight- mission very much accomplished. Maybe he’d finally been hit in the head one too many times, and his amygdala was fucked up now.

Or maybe he was actually upset with you.

The last possibility has your lips curling into a frown. You’ve been steadily chipping away at Steve's hardened exterior and actively working on communicating. It’s become a game now, a pingpong match of Use your words, Steven, and You sound like my mother, and the reigning champion, Doris is the reason your emoting needs work.

You pull out your phone to call Steve and settle this once and for all, but a glance at the time offers a better option.

__________

“Future Mrs. McGarrett comin’ in hot!”

“Thank you for announcing my arrival,” you smile and wave at your boyfriend’s team in greeting, making a beeline for his office before the glass double doors of the Five-0 home base have even eased shut behind you.

“Somebody’s in trouble,” Chin jokes about the intensity of your pace. Danny’s gaze lingers on your passing form for longer than he’d like to admit before he responds with a simple, “Yeah.” And it’s not Steve.

“You,” you start, plucking the pen out of Steve’s large hand and tossing it into the nearby mug with its mates before daintily planting your body on the solid wooden desk, “owe me an explanation.”

He sits back in his chair, arms crossed and a provocative tilt to one eyebrow in a show of dominance, intentionally spreading his legs and arching his hips upward to draw your attention there. “For?”

You let out a wry chuckle, your arms repositioning in a reflection of his standoffish posture. “You know what for.”

He leans forward suddenly, his strong hands splaying over your thighs just below the hem of your skirt, and your breathing immediately picks up in response. He growls out, “Enlighten me,” and a shiver runs down your spine.

“Morning,” you rasp, trying and failing to hold onto the higher ground. “This morning.”

“Princess,” he tuts condescendingly, and a renewed rush of frustration floods your veins, “was that unfair?”

“Yeah, it was fucking unfair,” you huff back, fingers itching to scrape along his greying stubble and pull him in for a heated kiss. There’s a tenth circle in Hell for whoever designed this office space with glass walls.

“My poor baby,” he nuzzles his nose against yours before gingerly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’m sure Danny can fix that for you.”

You sit back, eyes wide, and scrutinize his features for signs of the alien life form that’s evidently taken possession of his body. “What did you just say?”

“I said,” he stands up and tosses his jacket over one arm, offering you his free hand to help you down from the desk, “that Daddy can fix that for you.”

“I could’ve sworn-”

“C’mon, baby,” he tucks you into his side as he leads you out of the office, hiding his smirk with a kiss to your hair. “Let’s go home.”

__________

Steve more than makes up for leaving you unfulfilled that night and in the several nights that follow. You’ve convinced yourself that you must’ve misheard him in the office days ago- your friends are always telling you that you listen to your music at hearing-loss-inducing decibels. The two of you have seamlessly fallen back into your usual routine, devoid of snarky commentary and withholding of pleasure. You’ve put that episode behind you, and things are good.

Until the following Saturday.

You’re sitting in your favorite chair on the beach outside of the McGarrett household, enjoying a gloriously trashy romance novel and the peals of laughter wafting up from the water where Steve and Danny are teaching Grace how to balance on a full-size surfboard. The sight warms your heart, but when your boyfriend steps out of the surf, beads of saltwater rolling down the hard planes of his body as he glistens in the Hawaii sun, the warmth takes an abrupt detour south.

“My, my, Commander,” you simper, lowering your sunglasses and making sure he can see the way your eyes hungrily rove his physique. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“Take me to dinner first,” he quips, leaning down to steal a kiss before falling into the chair beside you. “Gotta admit, Danno’s lookin’ good, too.”

You place your book down on your lap and rotate your body to face him, eyebrow cocked playfully. “Is this your way of coming out to me?”

“Nah, y’know, I’m just saying he’s a good looking guy,” Steve shrugs. “Man to man. Objectively.”

“Danny is very handsome,” you concede with a coy smile. “Objectively.”

You return your shades to their rightful position so Steve can’t track your gaze and hold your book back up in front of you, leaving a gap over the top so you can enjoy the view. Your eyes rake over the blonde’s solid build, lingering appreciatively on the curve of his ass in the tight, wet board shorts. The muscles in his arms ripple as he holds the surfboard steady for his daughter against the lapping waves, and your temperature ticks up another degree when you think about those strong arms holding you down while he-

“You ever think about him like that?”

“Danny?” Your voice rises in pitch and you resist the urge to wince, knowing that you’ve been caught red-cheeked rather than handed- and ogling his best friend, no less. “No, definitely not,” you lie through your teeth, trying to slow your erratic heart rate while calculating what size ladder you’ll need to climb out of this hole.

“Really?” Steve scrapes his nails along your scalp, a soothing pattern that lulls you into a false sense of security until the other shoe drops. “Could’ve sworn you moaned his name when you were humping my thigh like a bitch in heat last night.”

Your mouth drops open, dumbfounded, and you hurry to play damage control. “Steve, I-”

“And the night I came back from our case on Moloka’i.”

The world around you comes to a screaming halt as you put the pieces together: Steve’s uncharacteristic behavior the next morning, his overt possessiveness (even more so than usual), the offhand comment in his office. “Fuck me,” you groan softly, mistaking his comments for justified anger. “Baby, I’m sorry, it was just a dream, but-”

“Tell me about it.”

You raise your eyes to take in your boyfriend’s posture and facial expression. His body is angled toward you, leaning in, eyes bright, pupils dilated. You realize with a tinge of delight that he’s not upset- he’s excited.

You reach out timidly and trace a random pattern along his knee that’s pressed against yours. “So you’re… not mad?”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, angel,” his laugh takes on a dark tone and he squeezes your hand on his knee, using it as leverage to pull you forward as his voice drops lower. “I was mad. I wanted to tie you to the bed and ravage your little body until you were a crying, screaming mess, until the only word you could remember was my name.”

An involuntary shiver runs down your spine and you lean forward even more, Grace’s presence the only thing keeping you from clambering into his inviting lap. “You can still do that,” you whisper.

His fingers brush through your hair and you let out a happy purr that morphs into a sharp gasp when he suddenly tightens his grip. “And then I thought about depriving you altogether. How frustrated and desperate you would get, on your knees with tears in your eyes, begging for my cock like the little slut you are.” He meets your gaze with a wolfish grin, slotting his knee between your legs so you can’t press your thighs together. “But eventually I realized that you can’t help it. That sweet little pussy has a mind of her own, and she just wants to be filled all the time, whether it’s by your Daddy or- Danny! Hey! How’s it going?”

You meekly tuck your legs under your body as you sit back in your chair, quietly trying to take deep breaths. Despite being outside in the fresh air, there’s suddenly no oxygen available to fill your lungs. You’re completely zoned out from the conversation beside you until two fingers make contact with your chin, angling your face upwards. “You okay, babe?”

Your mouth goes dry when you meet Danny’s piercing gaze, and you merely nod in response, not trusting your brain to string intelligible words together at the moment.

“She’s-” Steve pauses to make sure Grace is out of earshot before continuing, “a little preoccupied thinking about the other night.”

“Don’t,” you growl in warning, sparing him a withering glance before realizing Danny’s still holding your chin and abruptly pulling back like his fingers are on fire. “You know better than to listen to him,” you direct your comment to the blonde.

Danny turns to his best friend for clarification. “You mean that night we got home from our case-”

“Mhm.”

“And we thought someone was in the house-”

“Yup.”

“But she was in bed dreaming about-”

“O-kay!” You clap your hands together and stand up, gathering your towel and novel. “Let’s just agree to act like it never happened, and we can all move on with our lives, okay? Great. I’m gonna go make dinner.” You make your way up the beach to the house, and you can feel two sets of eyes watching your retreating form.

“So…” The blonde turns back to his partner once you’re out of sight. “Tonight?”

“Yeah,” Steve smirks in response. “We’ve made her wait long enough.”

__________

Later that night, Steve’s helping you load the dishwasher as he fills you in on the culmination of their last case when you startle at the sound of the front door. You instinctively reach for him and he shushes you with a kiss. “It’s just Danny, baby. Grace is back at Rachel’s so I told him to join us for a movie. That okay?”

“Of course.” Your previous worry melts into a smile when Danny graces you with his presence, and you greet him with a hug.

“Why don’t you go change and we’ll get set up, hm?” Steve sends you upstairs with a gentle pat on your ass that earns him a playful glare and an utterly non-threatening, “Watch it, mister.”

When you return in sleep shorts and one of Steve’s bootcamp shirts, the two have already taken up residence on their designated ends of the couch. You slot your smaller body in between theirs, tugging the blanket over your legs and smiling with glee when you spot the glass of red wine in your boyfriend’s hand. Wiggling your fingers, you instruct, “Gimme.” He holds the glass high out of your reach and raises one eyebrow, eliciting a sharp huff from you. Offering your best doe eyes and pouty lip, you amend, “Please?”

“Much better, little girl.” Steve gives you the glass and you happily accept it, not paying attention to his hand creeping up your thigh under the blanket until his fingers ghost over your center.

“Hey,” you hiss quietly, angling your head towards the blonde on your right. “Don’t.”

“If you two are quite finished,” Danny waves the remote accusingly in your direction, “I’m gonna start the movie now.”

Mumbling out an apology, you take Steve’s arm and sling it over your shoulders across the back of the couch so his hand is far away from its intended target. You settle back into the cushions to enjoy the psychological thriller, and as the film plays your single glass of wine turns steadily into a second, and then a third.

“No more of that for me,” you whisper to your boyfriend, reaching over him to place your glass on the side table. You snuggle into Steve’s side, humming contentedly when his arm comes down across your body, his hand splaying possessively over your stomach. You bring your legs up to drape over Danny’s lap, and his hands move to massage your calves. “This okay, babe?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol answering for you, or maybe you’re trying to fulfill that damned dream, but your head drops into a nod of its own volition. Your eyes flutter closed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of two sets of strong hands on your body. The movie fades into a dull drone in the background as Steve’s hand dips below the hem of your shorts, and then beneath the band of your lace panties. You whimper at the contact, reaching up on instinct to scrape your nails across his stubble. His hot breath fans over your ear and he rumbles out, “Say 'no' right now and we’ll stop.”

Confused by his words, you open your eyes to find Danny hungrily watching Steve’s finger steadily pumping in and out of you beneath the blanket. He licks his lips and then raises his gaze to meet yours. “Do you want this?”

You open your mouth to answer, then look up to Steve for guidance. “Your body,” he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, “your decision, baby girl.”

You turn back to the blonde with a shuddering breath before finding your voice. “Yes. Please.”

__________

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, nervous energy thrumming through your body as you play with the hem of your boyfriend’s shirt that dwarfs you in size. You’ve laid down the ground rules and discussed your limits, and now Steve and Danny are in the walk-in closet attempting to have a hushed conversation, but every syllable floats its way over to you in the bedroom.

“This isn’t what we talked about, Steve.”

“You’re always complaining about not getting to drive, well, here you go! It’s all you, buddy.”

“Your girlfriend,” you can practically see Danny’s hands moving to emphasize his point, “is not a car to be driven, you goddamn oaf. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman who should be loved, respected-”

“Hey, Danny?” you cut in. Their heads come into view around the corner and you offer, “That’s a really lovely sentiment, but I just want someone to fuck me.”

Steve turns to Danny with a smug smile that clearly reads I told you so. He crosses the room and grips your face tightly, fingers pressing into your cheeks as he kisses you deeply until your head is buzzing and your lungs are screaming for oxygen. “Don’t for a second forget that you belong to me. Am I clear?”

You look up at him with an adoring smile and nod, mumbling an audible affirmative to satisfy him. Then Steve moves to the loveseat in the corner of the room, getting himself situated and motioning for Danny to join you on the bed.

Excitement wins over confusion when the blonde sits next to you, tentatively strumming his fingers over your bare thigh. “You tell me to stop at anytime, got it?”

You beckon him closer and whisper in his ear, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” The magic words evidently spoken, Danny all but pounces on you while Steve looks on, one hand tangling in your hair as the other slips under your shirt and his mouth dominates yours. You moan unabashedly at the unfamiliar pace and feeling and taste, your body perfectly in tune with Steve’s after all this time together and thrilled by this fascinating newness.

You run your hands along his muscular arms as he latches onto your neck, meeting Steve’s gaze over his shoulder. “You don’t want to join?”

“Not yet, baby,” he shakes his head. You let out a sharp gasp when Danny finds the sensitive spot near the hollow of your throat, and your boyfriend smirks knowingly. “Danny,” he calls to get his friend’s attention. “Slide two fingers in her and bite that spot again. She’ll clench around you and it’s absolutely incredible.”

“I know how to make a woman feel good, Steven,” the blonde shoots back, tugging your shirt off and rolling your nipples between his fingers, causing you to cry out as proof.

“I’m sorry, did that sound like a request? Because it wasn’t.”

“Should’ve known you’d be a control freak about fucking your girlfriend, too.”

“Oh my god,” you pant, embarrassingly turned on by their banter being about your body. Steve trains his wolfish grin on you when he sees your gaze is locked on the prominent bulge in his shorts. He purposefully shifts his hips and you whimper, longing to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue. “Feeling empty, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy- oh!” Your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open when Danny spears you apart with two thick fingers. “Your focus should be on me, angel,” he chides softly. “He can’t touch you from over there.”

“Yes, sir,” you cry, using your leverage on your knees to meet his fingers thrust for thrust. “It won’t happen again.”

“That’s my good girl,” he croons, and you practically glow at the praise, swirling your hips as you feel your release building.

And then Steve is snatching your reward away with a simple command. “Don’t let her cum.” You whine at the loss of contact when Danny slips his fingers out of you, and you silently curse your boyfriend for being able to read you so well. “Got something to say, brat?”

“Yeah, actually, I-”

“Shut her up, Danny.”

Your sassy remark gets caught in your throat when Danny slides his fingers, completely coated in your wetness, between your lips. You moan around his fingers and suck greedily, grateful to finally have something in your mouth. You brazenly cup him through his pants, palming at his erection while you continue to suck on his fingers, eyes closed as you try to imagine enjoying the real thing.

“Is that what you want, my little slut?” Steve calls mockingly from his spot in the corner. You whimper pathetically in affirmation and he laughs. “That’s what you’ve been dreaming about, isn’t it? Danny’s cock filling your pathetic little holes, his cum in you and on you?”

A whine escapes your lips, morphing into a high-pitched keen as Danny eases your shorts and panties off and guides you to sit on his muscular thigh. You grind down on his leg, desperate for some friction, and take the opportunity to yank his shirt off so you can feel his bare chest. Danny replaces his fingers in your mouth with his tongue once again, letting the soaking wet digits trail down your naked body until they reach your throbbing clit. He circles the sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again and you dig your nails into his shoulders as your first orgasm rips through you, your head falling back and a strangled moan echoing throughout the room.

Danny’s thumbs rub soothing circles along your thighs as you recover, and you feel your boyfriend’s presence behind you moments before his arms wrap around your body. “Did so good, baby girl,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down the back of your neck. “Take a breather.” You nod weakly, still buzzing from the aftershocks of your orgasm, and Steve tilts your chin up so he can get a good look at you. “Tell me your color.”

Opening your bleary eyes to fix him with a smile, you offer, “Green, Steve. As green as you were when you heard me moan your best friend’s name.”

His eyes flash a shade darker and his mouth twists into a wry grin. Carding his fingers through your hair as Danny kisses along your neck, he remarks, “You really want that punishment, don’t you?”

Intent on pushing your boyfriend’s buttons, you respond, “Wow, Steve, you don’t miss a beat.”

Danny pulls his face back from the valley between your breasts long enough to kindly request that you both shut the fuck up. With a laugh, you turn away from Steve and direct your attention to the blonde, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him in for a heated kiss. Steve’s large hands on your hips draw you back against him so he can grind on your ass while you tug Danny closer and appreciate his length pressing insistently between your thighs. Danny’s tongue licks into your mouth, hot and hungry, and your brain goes fuzzy from being trapped between two walls of pure muscle.

Sliding your hands down the blonde’s toned back, you work your way past the band of his sweatpants until you reach your intended target and give a firm squeeze, an appreciative moan building low in your throat. “You have such a nice ass,” you confess, your filter evidently not present at the party thanks to alcohol and lust. “I wanna fucking bite it.”

With a warm chuckle, he comments, “You’re a little freak, huh? You like biting?”

“I love biting,” you emphasize, demonstrating just how much by sucking a harsh mark on the blonde’s chest that has him groaning in pleasure, “but I enjoy being bitten more.”

Steve’s knowing laugh rumbles against the back of your neck, then he drags his lips down the curve of your spine and his palm strikes your cheek before he sinks his teeth into your flesh. The exciting jolt of pain elicits a gasp from you, and Danny takes the opportunity to tug your bottom lip between his teeth until you cry out again.

Fumbling behind you, you manage to push your boyfriend’s shorts down enough to feel his cock spring free, and you guide him between your thighs, already slick from your previous orgasm and unrelenting desire. “You’re a greedy little thing,” Steve admonishes you, sliding his cock between your folds, the tip repeatedly nudging your clit but refusing to give in and fill you up. “Daddy, please,” you whine, tears springing to your eyes as you throw your head back against his shoulder. You pull Danny along with you, and the blonde hungrily latches onto one of your nipples, rolling the other bud between his fingers. Steve keeps up the torturous drag of his throbbing cock along your weeping cunt, his large hands pressing against the outside of your legs so he’s effectively fucking the tight space between your thighs. “Don’t be mean, Daddy,” you cry in earnest, pathetic tears rolling down your cheeks and your pussy aching with need.

“Poor baby,” Danny coos when you sniffle, cupping your cheeks and kissing away your tears. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, oh yes, please,” you babble, absolutely desperate to be filled. You can see the blonde smirking at you through your tears, his soft touches and featherlight kisses in direct opposition to how rough and dismissive Steve’s being with your body right now. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, and you have a carnal desire for both of these men to use and abuse you. “I’ll do whatever you want, Danny, please!”

“Bribing the police is a felony offense, little girl,” he tuts, clearly enjoying mocking you.

“Then bring your cuffs next time,” you growl, fed up with their game. You shove Danny’s chest, forcing him to fall back on the bed, and he smiles at the predatory glint in your still teary eyes. “So fucking beautiful,” he breathes out, mesmerized by the sight. You tug his sweats down, then bend at the waist to take him in your mouth. The change in angle has your boyfriend’s cock finally sliding home where he belongs, and Steve lets out a strangled groan at how tightly you’re squeezing him. You moan around Danny’s length, and the blonde lets out an obscene sound at the sensation, a lewd symphony echoing around your bedroom. Steve draws his hips back until only the head of his cock remains inside you, and you mirror his motions with your mouth around Danny. “Oh, I see,” your boyfriend laughs when he notices. “You want me to drive, baby?”

You hum in assent, laving your tongue against the vein on the underside of Danny’s cock. He tangles his fingers in your hair and gives an experimental tug, causing your eyes to roll back from pleasure. “Not today, Steve,” Danny counters with a wicked grin. “She’s my little passenger princess now.”

You whimper at the thought, and your walls clench reflexively around Steve, his fingers digging even harder into your hips in a bruising grip that’s sure to leave marks for days to come. With one hand on your throat, Danny guides you up until you’re on your hands and knees between the two kneeling men.

Your skin flushes red hot and your breathing picks up at the recognizable position, excitement coursing through your veins. “Are you going to-”

“Why are you talking, huh?” Danny questions, tilting his head and pressing his fingers against the column of your throat. “Did I say you could speak?” You shake your head, his authoritative tone and the fact that your dominant boyfriend is relinquishing control to his best friend turning your legs to jelly and your brain to mush. “I asked you a question, Y/N,” Danny growls, and you’re quick to amend with, “No, sir.”

He runs his thumb over your swollen bottom lip and murmurs, “Good girl.” Then, “You both still okay with this?”

Steve answers with, “Yes, Danny,” while you blurt out, “This is so fucking hot.” Your sudden admission shatters the tension in the air, and the three of you can’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry,” you giggle, “it’s just that, well-” Feeling bashful, which in itself is a ridiculous feat with Danny’s cock mere inches from your lips and Steve’s pulsing inside you, you duck your head and murmur, “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“I know, baby,” Steve admits, pressing a kiss to your back while he squeezes your hips. “You talk in your sleep.”

“You knew?” you hiss, Danny’s grip on your hair keeping you from glaring at your boyfriend. “This whole time? You mother- fuck,” your outrage morphs into a wanton cry, your mouth dropping open when Steve roughly slots himself back between your thighs. “Sorry, Danny,” he apologizes for momentarily taking the reins. “It’s all you now, buddy.”

The blonde shakes his head at his best friend, then guides you forward until the head of his cock slips past your lips. You moan at the taste of him, relaxing your throat and allowing him in further. “Such a good girl,” Danny says softly, his gentle praise going straight to your core and causing you to pulse around Steve who ruts against you in response. His voice rough with desire, he coerces, “Move, Danny.”

“What happened to me being in charge, huh? Two minutes, Steve, you couldn’t go two minutes without opening your big mouth.”

“I’m sorry, does my girlfriend’s pussy have your dick in a vice grip? No? Then shut up and move, for the love of God.”

“Y’know, I think this whole ‘Commander’ thing has really gone to your head.”

“Oh yeah? Which one, cause they’re both pretty big.”

You let out a frustrated grunt, as much as you can with the sizable obstacle in your mouth, and glare up at Danny. “You’re right, baby, I’m sorry,” he sighs, taking a moment to adjust his grip on your hair before fucking your mouth with a renewed fervor. You can’t tell if they’re working in tandem or trying to compete, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you bounce between their bodies in the most obscene version of tug of war you’ve ever played in your life. Steve’s fucking into you like an absolute animal, his low grunts and growls only serving to further spur you on as his hand presses against your belly to feel the bulge there with every flex of his hips. You want to tell him how turned on you are by the fact that you can feel him so deep inside you, how badly you want him to fill you up until he’s dripping down your thighs, how much you love him and love being his little plaything, but you can’t complain about not being able to talk when the reason why is so deliciously hedonistic.

Danny looks like a work of art as he uses your mouth, his head thrown back in pure ecstasy, chest heaving, a thin sheen of sweat coating his beautiful skin. His fingers are splayed across your throat just like his best friend’s lower on your body so he, too, can feel his cock pulsing inside of you with each thrust. Your limbs feel utterly useless right now, and you’re grateful that the two of them are holding you up as they wring out every drop of pleasure from your body. Drool slips from the corner of your lips with every pull of Danny’s cock, mirroring your essence dripping down Steve’s solid thighs, and you can feel the band in your core tightening with every stroke, threatening to snap at any moment. Steve can sense your impending orgasm and he tells his best friend as such, two sets of skilled fingers roaming your body to heighten your pleasure, one teasing your sensitive nipples, the other circling your pulsing clit.

The dual sensations send you hurtling over the edge with a long, muffled moan, your mind going blank as Danny spills down your throat and Steve’s release paints your walls, still squeezing him in the wake of your own climax. They gently pull out of you and you cry out at the sudden shift, every single one of your nerve endings feeling like it's on fire. You barely register the warm washcloth caressing your skin as they murmur gentle praises and sweet nothings to you, then get you settled under the covers. Once you’ve had a moment to catch your breath, you recognize Steve’s solid form underneath you, and you beckon Danny closer before snuggling into your man with a sigh. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

Steve hooks your leg around his waist and presses his lips against your forehead. “I think you mispronounced ‘thank you’ by several syllables there.”

“I meant what I said,” you insist through the haze of sleep, placing your hand over Danny’s on your waist and interlocking your fingers. “I consider this team building. Much more effective than your mandated therapy. Ergo, you’re welcome.”

“Bet he still won’t let me drive, though,” Danny mumbles against your skin, and you can feel his lips quirk up in a cheeky grin.

Steve leans up on his elbow to look at his partner over your half-asleep form. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yes, I’m serious. Why would you ask me if I’m serious? Have you ever know me to be unserious when commenting on your neurotic ways?”

“I just- you’re unbelievable, Danny, y’know that? I share my bed with you, I share my girl with you, and you still say things like that. Where do you hide all that audacity in such a small stature, huh?”

“Oh, for the love of- will you two shut up?” you groan. Both men mumble apologies and shift closer to envelope you in their warmth which you happily accept. “It’s imperative I get my postcoital beauty sleep since you two will clearly need more team building sessions.”

“You wanna do this again?” Danny asks, quirking an eyebrow at Steve who shrugs as he awaits your answer.

“Of course,” you mumble through a yawn, already dozing off. “I’m sure dream Danny will be visiting again for inspiration sometime soon.”

[beevean]

I mentioned this yesterday, and I'm going to elaborate more because the brainrot is strong:

the scene where Lanolin throws Whisper to the ground is identical in spirit and reception to the scene where Lenore brutally beats Hector.

First, the setup. Whisper, frustrated and panicked by Duo slipping away while Lanolin is defending him, grabs her by the arm, likely with the intention of pulling her out of the way. While she technically shouldn't have done that, it's obvious what lead her to act that way, especially since she's not the kind of person who puts her hands on other people. It was an emergency. It was due to haywire emotions.

Hector has been tricked, forced to betray his master, savagely beaten, dragged through the snow barefoot for one month, and now thrown in a cell, naked and starved, knowing that he's at the mercy of vampires who want to enslave him at best. So, when one of those vampires comes to talk to him, brings him good food and reassures him that she means no harm, he snaps and threatens her: "I know I can't kill you, but you call the guard and tell him to unlock this fucking door or I will rip your fucking throat out and break your fucking neck, and we'll just see how fucking well you live". We can argue all we want about this treatment, but it's easy to understand that Hector was not thinking clearly for all the reasons.

In short: both assaulted first. But the circumstances are understandable.

The consequences. Lanolin, who is Whisper's comrade as member of the Diamond Cutters 2.0, who had got to know Whisper more since they first met, especially about her mental issues, slams her to the ground with deliberate force and a furious sneer on her face. Whisper is not particularly strong: she's a sniper. If she is strong enough to do this, she's strong enough to break free of Whisper's grasp. Nothing so far in her limited characterization hints at her being triggered by being touched.

Lenore not only frees herself from Hector's grasp, but she proceeds to violently beat him (again), with a fury that goes well past self defense. She slashes him, slams him around, kicks him into a corner, and steps on him, even laughing maniacally in a mocking way. She then concludes as such:

"Well. Wasn't that fun! I'm a diplomat, Hector. I make peace. Carmilla thinks you're a useful idiot at best. Striga wants to kill you when she thinks about you at all, and Morana wants to torture you. Not to get information out of you… just because she finds it calming. I make peace. And because of that, people think I'm soft. People think I'm weak. You won't make that mistake again, will you?"

And then she throws a berry at the bloodied, unconscious Hector, calling him a "good boy" :)

In short, not only Lenore makes it clear that she's the only person who doesn't want Hector dead or to suffer (after all of that), but that whole sequence was a display of strength. It was a warning. Don't cross me, be a good boy, or I might beat you again, and it will be your fault. It's the start of Lenore's manipulation and abuse.

The reception: I won't be long here. The victim of the beatings get blamed.

Lanolin gets defended because y'all are just sexist, I guess (to which I simply say, lol and lmao you weren't around in the 2000s and it shows). Lenore gets defended because fans really love to broadcast how much they masturbate to the hot mommy. The result is the same: a person gets brutally attacked, and they get no sympathy.

And I blame the framing. Lanolin here is one of the good guys. She's the shiny new OC that has just become the bestie of the beloved Tangle and Whisper. She has been promoted to main character and given a whole new badass coat of paint. We are meant to see her as a poor victim of Duo's manipulations, and, well, of course she would not believe Whisper! Of course she would defend herself from her mean... grabbing! She has issues, she has PTSD, she's impulsive, she's not fully rational when it comes to Mimic! So really, Whisper should have known better.

As for Hector and Lenore, I went about it here, even comparing the scene with the similar one of Hector begging Dracula to stop killing humans - a similarly hopeless scenario, but where the victim is framed as being desperate and brave, not an idiot who deserved what he got.

So yeah. I can't help but ask myself this: what is about Peak Fiction and bringing the abuse apology in people? It makes me genuinely uncomfortable.

[forever-fixating]

WIP Wednesday

OMG hey! It's been a while, I know. IRL can be a real energy suck, but I have recharged my batteries and have some goodies to share. Thanks to @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag! I'm doing this under a cut because I'm sharing bits from living in a new normal and Tournament for His Heart! Enjoy!

living in a new normal

“Hey, talk to me.”

Swallowing, Henry said, “It’s risky. I don’t know that I trust myself not to be able to hide how happy you make me.”

“Good thing we’ll be so busy with the kids,” Alex laughed. He moved closer and put an arm around Henry’s waist. “Baby, you’re gonna be overseas with me soon for three months. I know you’re worried about people talking, but let them talk. That doesn’t have to affect us.”

Henry turned his face toward Alex and accepted his gentle kiss, murmuring against his lips, “You’re right.”

“I know I am,” Alex said with a grin. “Besides, you think you’re the only one here finding it hard to hide how happy you are?”

“Have you been hiding?” Henry asked. “I’ve seen your Lives and Instagram stories. Nothing but sappy love songs, darling.”

“You fucking love it, don’t lie!”

Henry did. Alex’s knowledge of music and its history was impressive, to say the least. One minute, he would be talking about the history of Motown and Berry Gordy’s manipulative and predatory contracts, and the next, he would be ranting that The Chicks did nothing wrong when Natalie said what she said about Bush and he would kill to collaborate with them on a song. He promised to show Henry his vast collection of eight-tracks, vinyls, cassette tapes, and CDs. Music made him come alive. This wasn’t someone who was a casual fan of music. Alex was in a life-long love affair with it.

So, when it came to his IG Lives and Stories, Henry didn’t know what to expect. It could be a song from Taylor Swift, Billie Holiday, or Wham. When he sang a country version of the duo’s song Freedom, Henry could only respond via text with a string of lovey-dovey emojis. It was ridiculous, and Henry couldn’t get enough.

A Tournament for His Heart

“Love, remember the shadows,” Alex read aloud. “Talk to Pip.”

At the trio of confused expressions, Alex explained Henry’s final message and his belief that some kind of danger scared Henry into cutting off their correspondence. Zahra turned to Ellen again and said, “Your Majesty, I believe it would be a grave mistake to send your children to Lerasea. You must decline.”

“I will go,” Alex snapped. At Zahra’s thunderous expression, he said, “Keep June here if you must to ensure the line of succession, but Henry is in danger. I will not leave him to whatever fate Mary has in store for him.”

Ellen reached out to take his hand and squeeze it. Her voice was soft when she asked, “You still love him…don’t you?”

Alex nodded, his throat suddenly too tight to speak. Zahra, ever the pragmatist, said, “Your Highness, while you may still harbor some tenderness toward the prince, I beg you to think about this rationally.”

He glanced at the advisor and the paper in her hand. “This is the list of your fellow suitors. Twelve of them are using proxies, some of the most skilled knights across creation. Even with our very best, there is no guarantee you will be successful. Why open yourself up to the possibility of that heartbreak?”

“I will not use a proxy,” Alex stated. “I will compete myself.”

His mother’s grip on his hand tightened while Zahra snapped, “Alexander, this is not a game! Are you truly so arrogant to believe yourself capable of defeating anyone they put before you?”

“I would break every fucking bone in my body if that’s what it took to be with Henry again!” Alex shouted. His words echoed in the chambers. His body was flooded with adrenaline, but he forced himself to take a moment to calm down. Looking at his mother, with whom his fate and future happiness rested, he said, “I apologize for my tone and language. I don’t believe this will be easy. In fact, I relish the challenge. It is not arrogance that fuels me but love. I love him, Your Majesty. Then and now, that feeling has not changed or wavered. It has remained as constant as the suns, the moons, and the stars. Please let me do this.”

Author's Note: No matter the universe, Alex has zero chill when it comes to his Henry. I'm working on these stories, hopefully I'll have something for yall soon. I have a giant summer with plenty of downtime ahead of me. Later, taters!

[ateezivy]

ivy's best friends

somi !

 ˗ˏˋ contact name. somi girl 🫶🏻 ; ollie bby 🥰

 ˗ˏˋ nicknames. somsom, somini, soomi ; ollie, livvy, livia o

     ……❪ these two were together through literally everything. from jyp trainees, to ioi members, to leaving jyp, they've seen it all. the two of them still have a very strong and healthy friendship, they're practically a married couple at this point let's be real. they are the founders and ceo's of 01' line, they recruited everyone. ❫

     ……❪ they support each other for everything, if you tell ivy that something was wrong with somi she would drop everything and rush to her before you can even finish your sentence. and somi would do the same. they've been through so much together that it's nearly impossible for them to not be so close. they were both extremely young going into produce and ioi, that stress of being an idol at such a young age bonded them for life. ❫

     ……❪ they have a very funny relationship, they flirt a lot but in the friendship kind of way. where it's like you confuse everyone around you but you're cracking up about it. they also do so much together, they schedule dates at least two months in advanced because of their idol schedules. and then once they are together you can't separate them. they're poor managers. ❫

libby !

 ˗ˏˋ contact name. ellie bby 💜 ; poison ivy 🩷

 ˗ˏˋ nicknames. libs, ellie, elle, macbeth ; livvy baby, liv, chu, olive oil

     ……❪ the two were trainees at jyp together for a short period of time. and during that time, chan practically pushed them to talk together. the two bonded over their love and training for professional dance and their lives. they are kind of known as 'introverted chaos' by their members and fans. they can be yelling and goofing off one moments, but they need someone else to order their food ❫

     ……❪ libby is the type of person to be rational, she thinks from her brain more than her heart. and ivy... is the opposite. to put it short, libby - 'let's think about this...' ivy - 'fuck it we ball.' but even though libby likes to think rationally, she would do anything for/with olivia. they are the kind of friends to kill for each other, and god if you insult one or the other... if a glarealone could kill you'd be dead in two seconds. ❫

     ……❪ forget the black cat and golden retriever duo, they are both golden retrievers. it’s like dumb and dumber. whenever they’re together it’s like 2 year olds on a play date. but they can both be kinda snarky. though it’s rare, they can both be seen with rbf’s, until they turn to look at each other and bust out laughing. just pray for their leaders and move on, you don’t wanna be caught in the tornado. ❫

conan !

 ˗ˏˋ contact name. conan😎 ; ivy😎

 ˗ˏˋ nicknames. cone, conie ; iv, liv

     ……❪ these two met thanks to their fans. conan found a video of her covering his song because fans flooded his comments asking him to watch it. when he heard her singing he became a fan so fast, not even knowing that she was a fan herself. he immediately found a way to reach out to her the two eventually got to meet in 2022 backstage of ateez's concert. ❫

     ……❪ conan will do anything for ivy. there's so many videos of him standing up for not only her but all of ateez. he honestly gets so upset when people hate on his friends, and he knows it's something that comes with their livelihood, but it sucks. ivy has expressed her gratitude toward conan and is constantly talking about him. ❫

     ……❪ they are so fun together. the amount of pictures and videos of their facetime calls makes fans so happy, their interactions together are amazing. the two of them bonded fairly quickly due to their similarities within their childhood and now adulthood as well. they are always joking with each other and even have inside jokes that confuses their fans. ❫

bangchan !

 ˗ˏˋ contact name. skz father ; olivia min

 ˗ˏˋ nicknames. christy, christmas, nacho ; olive branch, liv,

     ……❪ met at jyp and he really became like a mentor to her. he helped her and supported her through everything, and even told her to leave jyp if it felt right to her. he made sure she didn’t listen to anytime but herself and made sure she was protected in the industry for as long as he could. fans didn’t know how close the two were until they showed up on kingdom and both mentioned their love for each other as brother and sister ❫

     ……❪ he would do anything for her honestly. she sucked at making friends back then because she was so shy, so when it came to making friends he pushed her to talk to the now itzy members, somi, libby, his members, hell even actual idols like twice and got7. he didn’t care if jyp didn’t want her socializing too much, chan wanted olivia to have friends! ❫

     ……❪ he was and kind of still is extremely protective over her. it’s easily seen that he really cares for every person around him and ivy is of no exception. aside from the seriousness of the friendship, ivy isn’t scared to tease him. ❫

olivia !

 ˗ˏˋ contact name. chanel #2 ; chanel #1

 ˗ˏˋ nicknames. olive, liv ; ivy, olive

     ……❪ same names, same energy... kinda. okay so conan introduced them, because he thought it was cool that two of his besties have the same name. they soon became really close after meeting in LA for the first time. something between them instantly clicked and they became the talk of their fandoms. a lot of olivia's fans didn't even listen to kpop before they met, and now they support and some even stan ateez because of their relationship. and same with atiny as well ❫

     ……❪ these two are the type of friends to go on shopping trips, try new foods, go to museums. really anything new and exciting while still being seemingly classy yet chaotic of them. they will often find themselves spening more time spilling tea to each other than anything though. when minvy officially announced their relationship, there were pictures of the two olivia's spilling tea about it over some coffee in LA. ❫

     ……❪ ivy sees a lot of people being mean to olivia, and she does not like it at all. she's quick to defend ing olivia's name and brand. and olivia is the exact same for ivy. they both care about each other so much and always have so much fun together as a duo. ❫

taglist: @atolua @skzfairies @itzy-eve @cixrosie @stopeatread @alixnsuperstxr @smh-anon @txt-yaomi @starmaniic

[fluffydavey]

"just shut up! i'm not as good as you say i am!" for the comfort prompts 🤭

comfort prompts || accepting sorry this took so long, i have not been feeling very well recently, so i hope this is okay and worth the wait!!

"Can we ban Race from speaking at these meetings?" Jack groans, as the two finally finish up cleaning up after the rest of the newsies. "I mean he had to put his nose in that conversation between Flushing and Woodside and make things ten times worse between them."

Davey had eventually intervened, setting up a meeting with the leaders of Flushing and Woodside to talk their issues through in a more private setting, and things were able to go back on track once Spot stood up to politely tell them all to shut the fuck up, or get the fuck out.

"So what's next?" he asks excitedly, letting the buzz of their first successful meeting as joint leaders finally sink in. As much as Jack wanted to be confident that all of the newsies of New York could come together to create a voice for each and every one of them to be heard, even he had been surprised by the turnout.

"I don't know," Davey says, his head hung low as he shoves his hands in his pockets. Jack looks up at him, surprised that Davey's not as excited as he is, but Jack realises that Davey had practically left most of the talking to him the entire night. He knows Davey's not a fan of public speaking, and he was made very aware that even though Davey was agreeing to help Jack out, Jack would still be the face of the union. But truth be told, he had expected more to come from the other boy.

"Come on, there's gotta be some ideas rattling around that head of yours," he grins, bumping Davey's shoulder, who practically jumps out of his skin in response. Jack takes a step back, watching Davey very carefully.

"I don't know," Davey repeats, and Jack knows him too well to know he's holding back an eye roll.

"Hey, we both know you're the brains of this duo. You've come up with the best ideas we've had yet. Well, Katherine too, but she's not here to share the glory," he begins, trying to entice a smile from Davey.

Somehow, he gets the exact opposite reaction that he was hoping for.

"Jack, drop it, alright? I said I don't know," Davey snaps. "Why am I the ideas guy? I don't even know what I'm doing!"

"What?" he asks, dumbfounded. "Davey, you heard some of the ideas floating around from some of the kids in The Bronx. I think we both know you know what you're doing. Hell, you know more than all of us put together."

"Just shut up!" Davey shouts, taking a laboured breath. "I'm not as good as you say I am!"

"Davey - "

"No Jack, I'm not. You don't need me up there with you. I've been a newsie for what, nearly a month now? How the hell am I supposed to come up with all of these big ideas that you expect from me, when everyone else knows I don't know what the hell I'm doing up there beside you."

"And you think I know what I'm doing?" he asks, a humourless laugh falling from his lips. "Davey, none of us know what we're doing. Up until now, we've been resolving everything with fights. You were the one to think of the rally, trying to make sure every single one of us had a voice. You united us - made us want to fight the bigger guys instead. You helped us see there was more to being a newsie than putting up with the little we got. There's kids out there who are starting to dream a little bigger, and that's because of you."

Davey opens his mouth to reply, and Jack watches as he shuts it, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turns to face the stage the two had been sat on for the better half of the evening, walking over to it. "And what happens when I let you all down? I'll open my big mouth, and say the wrong thing, or somehow mess everything up."

"Then we fix it," Jack says, as he follows Davey. "Like you helped me and Katherine with the children's crusade. We're a team, and you're just as much a part of that team, no matter how long you've been a newsie. Those kids out there hang onto every word you say. Plus, you're the only person I know that Spot listens to. That's gotta count for something."

He actually manages to get a small laugh out of Davey with that, which is better than what he expected.

"Now, I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do, but there are so many kids that not only believe in what you say, but they believe in what you stand for, and they believe in you," he says, as he places a hand on Davey's back. "You're important to the union Davey, but you're even more important to us."

Davey turns to face Jack, a smile slowly growing on his face. "And you say you need my help to rally everyone. You do a pretty good job yourself."

"But you know we work best as a team," he grins, watching Davey try to take everything in.

"You still sure about that?" Davey asks, and Jack doesn't even need to think twice.

"Always. Newsies forever, right?" he says, and this time Davey doesn't hold back the eye roll. "Come on, we're not leaving until you say it back!"

"Shut up Jack," Davey laughs, dragging him outside the theatre. Jack laughs along, feeling that hopeful joy come back again, watching Davey's smile grow, as he finally lets himself feel proud of his own work. Jack could get used to this feeling.

[yazzydream]

Too Flawless (Gojo Satoru Playlist)

I made a Gojo playlist not to long ago... and then more playlists for other characters too. Lol. Anyway, thought I’d share it now. → [Spotify Link]

1. Mada Minu Ashita ni (Into the Unseen Tomorrow) - Asian Kung-Fu Generation Chosen by Gege Akutami.

[...] We who are presently here Yes, to an unseen tomorrow No matter how sad the ending awaiting us is Let's call it Hope

2. Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic Because I'm a cliche.

Oh my, it feels just like I don't try Looks so good I might die All I know is everybody loves me Head down Swingin' to my own sound Flashes in my face now All I know is everybody loves me Everybody loves me

3. YES MOM - Tessa Violet Lyrics are pretty self-explanatory. But specifically, some imagery of Gojo's "honored one" scene comes to mind.

Bet you've been a fan of me See me in your fantasies Everything I got, I got working for me so Eat that, peep that I'm the one to beat, yeah [...]

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20/20 vision with ambition's how I'm made I can't keep from winning when it's in my DNA Push me down and I bounce right back Trampoline and it's in my past Rising like a phoenix making fire from the ash, yeah

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God, it's such a treat Just getting to be me Spending all my time on what I want Looking in the mirror I'm so glad I'm here [...]

4. Without Me - Eminem Gojo is a headache everyone wouldn't miss. Especially those higher ups in jujutsu society.

So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me

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Now this looks like a job for me so everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me

5. Can I Get a Witness - SonReal Some meme songs are really too good.

No, I ain't too flawless and no, I ain't the best And no, I don't say sorry and no, I ain't perfect But I am the man, I am the man Shots fired

6. Trust Issues - Emei I mean, Gojo has this whole grand ambition to change all of jujutsu society because he doesn't trust the ones who do control it. (For good reason.)

Calling them incompetent 'cause I might need control Recovering perfectionist, I'm learning to let go

7. Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer POV: The singer talking about Gojo. Reminded of that one comment Akutami made about how he can't imagine Gojo being sincere to a woman specially.

Fight so dirty but your love's so sweet Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go

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Call me in the morning to apologize Every little lie gives me butterflies Something in the way you're looking through my eyes Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

8. comedy - Sion Inspired by that one color spread of Gojo and Getou standing as a manzai duo.

No way, tell me this is just a part Of a comedy TV show or a prank You told me, yeah, that we'll only have to laugh My eyes are sweating in regret, so please explain Oops, I did it again If they don't let me play, they all go away Hey, we're friends 'til the end Be mine or it ends You just can't keep a good guy down

9. hot girl bummer - blackbear Honestly, Gojo vibes~✨ And that one line about how he can't be boxed in is too perfect.

Fuck you and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too Fuck you and you, and you This that hot girl bummer anthem Turn it up and throw a tantrum This that hot girl bummer 2-step They can't box me in, I'm too left This that drip that's more like oceans They can't fit me in a Trojan [...]

10. Drugs (feat. blackbear) - UPSAHL

So, you say you're moving out of state Soon as you graduate... interesting (yeah) Anyway, you're leaving Need a hug? Okay then Call me up, no, thanks man

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[...] So just stop the faking Not for here for nameless faces Pointless talkin', conversations [...]

11. High Enough - K.Flay Gojo reaching enlightenment.

I used to like liquor to get me inspired But you look so beautiful, my new supplier I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking But I found a different buzz The world is a curse it'll kill if you let it I know they got pills that can help you forget it They bottle it, call it medicine But I don't need drugs

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Cause I'm already high enough […]

12. STRUT - EMELINE Gojo Satoru, shameless human dumpster fire.

They say I'm tragically obsessed Hot mess, God forbid, I'm getting what I like Every night, make 'em livid All these saints are watching me My sex life like TMZ You're welcome, bitch, the show is free I don't do the walk of shame, I strut (strut) [...]

13. you should see me in a crown - Billie Eilish Gojo's just biding his time.

Bite my tongue, bide my time Wearing a warning sign Wait 'til the world is mine Visions I vandalize Cold in my kingdom size Fell for these ocean eyes You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by, one by one, one by, one by [...]

14. Kid in a Candy Store - JoJo Siwa Obligatory ode to Gojo's love of sweets. 🍭

I don't need no money, just a little bit of honey Got a jellybean heartbeat keeping me hungry Chocolate and vanilla with a strawberry swirl I'll never sugarcoat it, I'm my own kinda girl

15. Candyman - Christina Aguilera

[...] There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm He's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop He's a sweet talkin', sugar-coated candyman A sweet-talkin' sugar-coated candyman

16. IV. Sweatpants - Childish Gambino Gojo is that rich kid asshole.

[...] I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm winnin' (Why) Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a villain (Whyyy) Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you [...]

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I'm winning so they had to dump the Gatorade And I don't give a fuck about my family name

17. Villain - Bella Poarch

I don't know why I'm like this, I'd love to piss you off Something in my psychosis finds it a little hard I always got good intentions, you tell me I saved your life But I'm craving your attention (and you know that I've got two sides)

18. Gojo Flow - DizzyEight, Mix Williams A song written specifically for Gojo. There’s a bunch of these on Spotify, but only a few I like.

I got that Blindfold Swag, that limitless energy, I'm a menace to society, woah

19. My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone So many of the lyrics are so on point I'm left baffled.

They tell me that I'm special, I smile and shake my head I'll give them stories to tell friends about the things I said They tell me I'm so humble, I say, "I'm turning red" They let me lie to them and don't feel like they've been misled They give so much to me, I'm losing touch, get me? Served on a silver platter, ask for seconds, they just let me

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They tell me I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade Six-feet off the ground at all times, I think I'm feeling odd No matter what I make, they never see mistakes Makin' so much bread, I don't care that they're just being fake They tell me they're below me, I act like I'm above The people blend together but I would be lost without their love

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Can you heal me? Have I gained too much? When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch Is there a real me? Pop the champagne It hurts me just to think and I don't do pain

19. Shame On Me - Avicii Closing out with the second song chosen by Akutami. Pretty sure he's trying to tell something to those who love Gojo. lmao

I'm baptized and born again Imma raise hell to the bitter end I'm a crazy little bitch in the first degree Shame on you for loving me

[definitelynotshouting]

silly scarian au time!

life series BUT it's an actor au, where all the events of third/last/double life are part of some tv/movie series and it's all just sets and acts

grian and scar start out as disgruntled coworkers bc both of them have separate ideas for how they want to take the characters they play that directly counters what the other wants, leaving them to clash constantly and having bickering contests off-set. This leads to the two having to be sat down with a producer and writer to work out the issue, where both of them discover they actually want a very similar outcome of both characters, just achieved in drastically different ways. The writer and producer come up with a compromise that trips both ideas to combine into one idea, which ends up shifting the whole relationship between the characters in a more romantic lighting (which was. not what grian and scar had in mind)

so now you have two disgruntled coworkers trying to make amends while playing characters that have a building romantic and/or sexual tension between them. yeah. it's awkward at first, but as they get more comfortable with the set and acting with each other they also get more comfortable with each other off-set, and before they know it they're friends (and are close to becoming best friends by the time filming third life ends, with scar trying to make grian laugh on set during the cactus ring finale by making funny faces while the cameras aren't on him)

that means when last life is green lit they're ecstatic to work together again but ultimately are a little disappointed when they learn they're not going to be as much as a duo as last time. They still enjoy the entire process tho, and since neither of them have such a large focus like last time they have more time to goof around off-set, growing closer together (and eventually developing crushes on each other, to the surprise of nobody)

double life is announced and grian and scar are reasonably nervous to learn that their characters are soulmates. It's honestly hard to watch the two stumble around as acting and real feelings get blended together as the two act like a pair of soulmates while actively fancying each other, but it also unintentionally makes their scenes even better

mutual pining is strong as filming for double life progresses and draws to a close, and as they're unsure there'll be another continuation of the life series they both plan, individually, to make a move at the cast party thrown after filming finishes

jimmy is the unfortunate soul that finds the two making out in a private corner of the building, but in all honestly he wasn't that surprised and now has blackmail towards his cousin (I couldn't resist making him and grian related)

absolutely none of the cast is surprised to learn about the two of them getting together but don't tell the fans of the life series, they'll go berserk!

-unstoppable object anon (who's also considering coming off anon bc their anon name is unreasonably long and has almost forgotten to hit the anon button multiple times)

KING THIS FUCKS SO HARD OHM Y GODS..... thats adorable i love the low stakes enemies to friends to lovers going on here. Can u fucking imagine. Pov you have to start fake flirting with your coworker who has annoyed you this entire time and oh gods now there are feelings. Im absolutely enamoured this is art

[lorloubee]

I Can’t Do This

You didn’t know when or how it happened, one day you were as close as can be, you’d been messing around in the recovery pool splashing and screaming as she dunked you under the surface. You found yourself in her arms as you emerged, you had both stopped laughing and were gazing into one another’s eyes when something changed. A flicker of something indescribable crossed her eyes. She had mumbled something under her breath and moved away from you to get out of the pool.

“Ona?” You questioned. Starting after her.

“I said I can’t do this y/n.”

Ona got out the pool leaving you standing waist deep behind her wondering what you had said, what you had done, where you had gone wrong.

Ona avoided you after that, at first you simply counted the days thinking she was just having a moment, an inner crisis but then it turned into a week, then two weeks.

Your team mates had noticed how could they not, you had gone from best friends, the dynamic duo on and off the pitch to the girl who stared longingly after her when she would escape the changing rooms as soon as possible, or drag Ivana with her onto the team bus so she didn’t have a spare seat next to her.

Zelem grabbed your hand on that occasion.

“Come on y/n we need to run through set pieces I need it to be in your head if we stand a chance of it coming off your head and into the goal.” You smiled despite yourself, Katie always knew what to say and what to do. You loved her, as a Captain yes but even more so as a friend.

You settled in on the coach, your head against the window as Martin Ho, assistant coach did a quick head count.

“Seatbelt y/n” He softly scolded, tutting teasingly under his breath before moving up the line. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to our Diabla!” United were known as the Red Devil’s and you had earnt the nickname She Devil by the opposition fans of the other WSL teams for your ability to get around defenders and generally cause serious problems for them on the pitch.

You saw Ona roll her eyes before Ivana swatted her shoulder. Katie saw it to as Ona and Ivana were in the opposite side of the coach just one row in front.

“Don’t let her get to you.” She said softly before rooting around in her make up bag.

It was a ‘travel’ make up bag she packed for away games. Except her travel bag was double the size of your everyday make up bag and had various compartments and zippers.

“I would just love to know what it is I have done. How can I make things right if I don’t know?”

Katie stopped rooting for a brief moment, sighing she turned to look at you.

“That’s just the thing y/n you haven’t, done anything wrong I mean. Some people are just arseholes and some people, like me are just amazing. Now aren’t you glad you know such an amazing person?” She said it so seriously but you could see the mischievous glint in her eye.

“Oh yes Captain Zelem I am honoured.” You sarcastically replied trying not to laugh.

A head popped over the seat in front of you.

“Who’s an arsehole? Is it Tooney? I’d agree, she’s a miserable bitch today.” Alessia Russo laughed earning a punch to the arm from Ella who was slouched down in the seat next to her.

Katie laughed and shook her head, she motioned at Ona using only a gesture of her eyes. Alessia picked up on it immediately.

Alessia turned to where Ivana and Ona were sitting.

“Hey Ivana what do you think?” She asked loudly. You made a grab for Alessia’s forearm that rested on the top of her seat.

Ivana had a confused look on her face as she turned towards her team mate.

“Do you think some people are just arseholes for no reason and think they can treat people however they want without an explanation Ivana? What about you Ona what do you think?” Alessia challenged, her smile was gone replaced with a hard stare at the Spanish defender.

“Well, shit!” You heard Toone chuckle.

“Fuck you Russo.” Ona softly replied catching on to the underlying meaning of Alessia’s question.

Ona stood suddenly, pushing past Ivana and making to get off the coach as soon as possible, she was however, stopped when the vehicle lurched forward setting them off on their journey.

“Ona back in your seat!” Martin yelled from the front of the coach.

“Best buckle up sweetheart it’s going to be a long ride.” Russo said a wide grin on her face.

You shrunk down in your seat.

Well, shit indeed you thought to yourself echoing Tooney’s earlier remark and you dug your ear buds in.

You needed to concentrate.

The game was a mere four minutes in and Everton had already taken the lead with a goal from Emslie.

To make matters worse you were finally playing at Old Trafford, the Theatre of Dreams but if you continued playing the way you were it would soon become a Theatre of Nightmares, desperate to prove yourself, desperate to gain vital points that could see you playing European championship football next season you run after Duggan who had the ball and was making a break for the Toffees.

You were fast but Duggan gave the ball a tidy flick and you had no choice but to take one for the team, you grabbed her blue shirt pulling her back.

You knew before the Ref reached into her breast pocket that you were on a booking.

“Number 8 what your name?” The Ref asked getting her pen ready.

“Y/n y/l/n.” You replied your head down, you had no argument, you needed to break the attack and you had done so.

A free kick was awarded, as you took your place for the match to resume Zelem shot you a wink, a silent ‘well done’ for stopping Toni Duggan.

A few minutes later, still in your half, Earps went down after a collision and you are called over to the Coach along with the other outfield players.

Marc Skinner run through some tactics before the Ref blew her whistle to resume.

As you walked back to position you glanced behind you seeing Ona doing the same thing, she glanced up at you, you risked a small smile at her. To your surprise Ona blushed and returned the smile.

Maybe taking down Duggan had earned you more than a Yellow.

You were celebrating in the changing rooms with your team, a 3-1 victory over Everton and vital points awarded.

Someone had hooked their phone up to the Bluetooth speaker that sat in the middle of the room balance precariously on top of bag of balls, a few team mates such as Galton were dancing, others were sat on the benches resting.

You were leaned against a wall checking your phone, your head was down reading a message from one of international team mates about the next camp so you didn’t notice anyone approaching you.

“She’s not an arsehole you know.” It was Ivana.

Marc had allowed all the team to attend the game even if they weren’t on the team sheet, Old Trafford was iconic after all.

“Excuse me?” You were a bit taken back by her approach. Ivana stood with her hands on her hips staring you down.

“She is not an arsehole so you and your friends need to shut the hell up cadela.” She said it loud enough that it could be heard over the thumping music. Russo strided over standing in front of Ivana.

“Her friends? Last I heard we were all friends Fuso, oh and team mates too.” Alessia glared at the Brazilian in-front of her.

“What the hell is your problem Ivana, like seriously what have I actually done to you?” You were getting pissed off, you wanted answers.

“You called Ona an arsehole.”

Realisation hit you, the conversation on the bus.

“Actually she didn’t Ivana, I said some people are arseholes I never named names but if she thinks it’s her….” Zelem stepped up. Somewhere in the background you heard the music stop. Great everyone was listening.

“Please stop.” Ona begged putting a hand on Ivana’s shoulder.

“No I don’t think she should Ona, maybe y/n will finally get some answers as to why you are walking around hating her.” Russo said in a clipped tone.

“I don’t hate her.” Ona said softly. She turned to look at you her eyes watering. “I don’t hate you y/n.”

You felt your chest make that strange feeling where you knew you were going to get upset and cry or lash out. So you said nothing.

“Please y/n I don’t hate you, can we talk?” She asked begging you with her eyes.

Russo looked at you, she didn’t look impressed at first but then shrugged. Zelem just nodded at you.

You followed Katie’s lead and simply nodded at Ona.

“Can we go somewhere private?” Ona asked playing nervously with the drawstring of her United hoodie.

You nodded again and started to walk towards the exit of the locker room staring straight ahead in an effort to avoid eye contact with any of your team mates who at least had the decency to pretend to be otherwise engaged.

You walked a little down the hallway before coming to an empty room used by physios. Taking a deep breath you grabbed for the handle.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her. All the sadness of the past few weeks had suddenly turned into anger.

“I don’t hate you.” Ona repeated once she had shut the door behind you both.

“You have a funny way of showing it. As soon as I walk into a room you walk out, you’ve avoided me for weeks, ignored my calls and texts and now you want to talk to me because your girlfriend caused a scene.” You had ranted you knew that but it needed to be said.

Ona stepped closer.

“She’s not my girlfriend y/n”

You scoffed.

“That’s what you got from that, seriously Ona.”

Ona took a step back, running a hand through her wet hair, she hadn’t bothered to dry it after showering.

“We were fine, you were my best friend and then suddenly out of nowhere you just left, you just fucking walked away Ona.” Your raise was rising, people would be hear if they passed by outside the room.

Ona bunched her fists.

“You were fine y/n, you were happy being friends. Do you know how hard it is to have what you want so close and not be able to even touch it?” Ona was pacing now.

“That day in the pool, it felt like more than friends, it felt good, too good and I just wanted to kiss you and that’s why I know I needed to walk away for both our sakes.” She wasn’t looking at you, she was looking anywhere but you.

“I couldn’t do it any longer y/n I couldn’t be near you and not be with you, I still cant.” A single tear escaped her eyes as she stopped pacing, her voice breaking.

“I think I should put in for a transfer.”

You were dumbfounded. Deep down you had feared that Ona broke all contact because she realised you had feelings for her not the other way round.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, your voice thick with emotion.

Ona didn’t answer she kept her head down, she stood just feet away from you now, so you walked to her closing the distance.

You gently tilted her head up by placing a finger beneath her chin.

“You’re not going anywhere Ona.” The tears you had been holding back were coming back full force, you blinked and they started to fall.

Cautiously, scared she might push you away or worse walk away again you moved in to kiss her.

She put her hands on your chest stopping you.

“Please don’t do this if the only reason is to make me stay y/n.” Her voice was broken and quiet.

You tucked a stray hair behind her ear and pulled her closer finally placing your lips on hers.

You’d read about kisses that felt like fire works, seen plenty of rom-coms where everyone is perfectly poised for the passionate moment.

It was nothing like that, it was messy, yours tears mixing together as you savoured one another but it was also as if you’d been hit by a bolt of lightening that struck right down to your toes. Every emotion you had been feeling the last few weeks, the sadness, grief, anger and abandonment poured itself into that kiss.

“What does this mean?” Ona asked breaking the kiss in order to breathe.

“It means you didn’t need to walk away Ona, evidentially neither of us had the guts to tell one another how we felt.” You gave her a weak smile.

“Ona I started falling for you the moment I met you and every time we hung out I fell a little bit more. And it hurt, it fucking hurt so much not being with you the way I dreamt of but it was better than never being around you. I guess we deal with things differently.” You sighed.

“So what now?” Ona asked eagerly, she walked you backwards until you felt your legs bump against a table.

She nudged you to sit down, standing between your legs.

“Well now we get to know each other as more than friends.” You suggested smirking slightly.

“I think I would like that very much.” Ona giggled blushing, she leant down to kiss you again. This time the kiss turned more passionate, you had both stopped crying and fighting for dominance. Ona pushed her front against yours and you wrapped your legs around her. You felt her finger tips play with the hem of your t-shirt.

“Take it off.” She said breathlessly before Ona pulled the top up removing it with one tug.

She quickly removed her hoodie leaving you both in your sports bras.

She smiled at you, it lit up her face, you placed your hand on the side of her cheek and drew her back in to kiss you again, your other hand tracing the muscles of her stomach, nudging the waistline teasingly.

“Hey guys Marc wants…..” the door had flung open.

“Tooney I told you to knock!” Russo shouted at her teammate.

You scrambled to replace your t-shirt whilst Ona grabbed her hoodie.

“Well…..shit.” Tooney stated, she blinked and spun on her heel walking away back towards the changing rooms.

Russo stood smiling at you both, her hands on her hips.

“Not saying a word.” She laughed before following after Tooney.

Ona let out a breathless laugh.

“Everyone will know now, maybe we should just skip a stage and say we are dating isn’t that what British lesbians do?” She smirked at you, reaching for your hand as you left the room and made your way back to the changing rooms.

Ona was still laughing as you got to the next door. You however were not as amused.

“You’re an arsehole Batlle you know that right?” You chuckled.

Ona stopped you from going through the door.

“So you admit you called me an arsehole?” She teased.

You raised an eyebrow at her.

“No, Katie implied you were an arsehole I’m just agreeing with her.” You laughed putting your arms around Ona’s neck and stealing a kiss.

She shook her head laughing.

“Fuck you y/n.” She softly kissed you again.

You pulled away, as you opened the door you turned to look at her one last time.

“Oh you will be.” You stated, you turned back and entered the changing rooms leaving Ona to blush as the realisation of your statement sank in.

[akookminsupporter]

JIMIN IS SO FUCKING FUNNY PLEASE HE MAKES ME LAUGH SO MUCH, HE REALLY CHOSE THE BEST TEAM FOR SOCCER, HOBI, SUGA, NAMJOON AND JIMIN THEY WERE SO FUCKING FUNNY AND CHAOTIC. I LOVE JIMIN I LOVE HIS DYNAMIC WITH HOBI. THESE TWO ARE SO FUCKING FUNNY TOGETHER. BEST COMEDIC DUO, PERIODT. JIMIN AND YOONGI ARE ALSO SO FUNNY TOGETHER. I CANT REMEMBER WHEN I LAUGHED THIS HARD THE LAST TIME.

JIMIN JIMIN JIMIN!!!!!!

Run BTS was always my comfort place :( Since the first time it started along with BTS GAYO! which not so many fans know now, i waited every week excitedly for the new episodes to come out. Even when i was too busy following them, i never stopped following Run BTS and now seeing the text RunBTS will come back someday... and how dare they put Astronaut in the BG like i am crying I already miss them :(:(:(:(

(Gonna go watch BTS GAYO! tracks again, and i recommend everyone to watch them too, they are as funny as Run BTS! )

I love your enthusiasm, anon.

[welcometojackass2022]

Dating Brandon DiCamillo (aka Dico) Would Include:

Maybe I should do these for all the Jackass guys?

These are SFW cuz I’m saving my NSFW stuff for Dico’s NSFW alphabet.

You and Dico being best friends, partners in crime, and a comedic duo all in one. Sure, you kiss and fuck and go on dates and all that good stuff, but all of that pales in comparison to how incredibly close the two of you are outside of just being a couple. You tell each other everything (and I mean everything, from embarrassing stories to incriminating secrets), you’ve seen each other at your absolute worst, you pull pranks and annoy people together all the time, and both of you constantly crack jokes, trade one-liners, and make references that only the two of you understand. You and Dico have so much fun together and enjoy each other’s company in a way that not all couples do. You’re easily his best friend in every sense of the word and the two of you could spend all day together and not go insane or start hating each other.

Being the only person Dico feels totally comfortable not being funny around. Dico’s known as the funniest guy in the group, and he’s basically like the class clown. Because that’s his role in the group, he always feels a little pressure to constantly be on his a-game and constantly make jokes. With most people, he’s usually a little sarcastic and tries to be as funny as he can, even when he’s not in the mood to be funny. With you, it’s very different. Dico doesn’t feel like he has to make jokes or be funny constantly for you to want to be with him, so he’s usually a lot more genuine with you and really lets his guard down and just tells you what he’s thinking without trying to make it comical. He’s not always in a funny mood, and with you he doesn’t have to be.

Helping him with all of his pranks. As I mentioned before, you and Dico are partners in crime. Anytime he’s about to cause problems or pull a prank on someone, you’re standing right there ready to either film their reaction or participate in the torment. People get scared if they see you standing there alone without Dico cuz it almost always means that he’s hiding somewhere nearby waiting to sneak-attack them. There would be so much footage in the CKY videos of you laughing your ass off filming Dico while he’s doing mean shit to his friends. Rubbing his shit on Ryan’s face while he slept? You were there. Those random street fights he was in where we have zero context as to what the fights were about? You were there. If trouble is about to go down and Dico is involved, you’re guaranteed to be there too, and both of you are willing to throw punches to protect each other if you absolutely have to.

Dico getting you the absolute weirdest gifts he can think of for special occasions. If it’s for a holiday or event that he actually cares about (your birthday, maybe Christmas, etc) then he’ll get something that’s odd and hard to come by but still something he knows you’d like. If it’s something he doesn’t give a shit about (Valentines Day and anniversaries, and do NOT try to argue here cuz we both know he wouldn’t care about either of those things) then he’ll get the most generic card he can find and just write a little note inside that he knows will make you laugh. I can’t lie though, sometimes he’d probably do something cheesy and romantic like win you a stuffed animal at a carnival or buy you chocolate. He does love you, even if he’s not a fan of mushy gushy holidays and anniversaries and stuff.

Helping him with all his characters. Whether it’s a character for something he’s doing with Bam and the guys or just a random comedic character he wants to use for a bit, you’re always his go-to for help with the costume, finding the right accent, coming up with odd character quirks, etc etc. He always tests his characters on you to see if they make you laugh, and if they don’t he tries something else. There’s probably behind the scenes footage of you and him off to the side during one of the movies where he’s practicing a character and you’re helping him decide which voice he likes better. He really trusts your opinion cuz he thinks you’re funny and so you’d know what’s funny and what isn’t.

Dico wanting you to try on some of his costumes. For some reason he finds it absolutely hilarious when you dress up as one of his characters (like Rut Ru) and try to do the voice and imitate him. I can also see him wanting to come up with characters for you to portray so that you can have roles in the movies alongside him. If he can write you into the script somehow, he will, and he’ll make sure you’ve got the funniest character he can possibly come up with when he does it. I think he’d also be really impressed if you came up with your own funny characters and voices and bits and stuff like that, and he’d be super supportive and helpful, giving you tips and advice and feedback on the characters.

Being a surprisingly affectionate and touchy couple. Maybe not full-on PDA, but he’s always touching you in some way, whether it’s by having his arm around your waist or around your shoulders or holding your hand or even just lightly touching your thigh when he sits next to you. Depending on how comfortable he is with whoever’s around, sometimes he’ll be hugging you from behind when the two of you are standing around doing nothing, and if you’re sitting on the couch or whatever he’ll have you sitting in his lap or he’ll pull your legs over his lap or something like that. He just really likes for the two of you to be touching in some way.

Dico being a sucker for kisses. Not little pecks, not full on making out, kisses. As in like three to four second-long kisses where both of you audibly say “mmmwah” when you do it. Obviously there’s a bit of a comedic element and he’ll probably play it off as mostly being a joke, but he actually does enjoy those kinds of kisses and he’ll give them to you all the time when the two of you are alone together or when you’re around people he’s comfortable with, like Bam.

Dico being very overprotective when it comes to the guys trying to prank you. He knows you can take it, and he’s not trying to be overbearing, but there’s no way in hell he’s gonna let Bam throw heavy objects at you while you’re distracted or let one of the other guys smear something gross on your face while you’re sleeping. He’s not opposed to all pranks (they can go for the classic immature shit like fart machines and whoopie cushions and dropping fake insects in your drinks and stuff like that) but if it’s something that would actually hurt you or upset you in any way then he’s shutting it down. Don’t think that means that Dico won’t prank you himself, though. You and him are always involved in some kind of prank war with each other, and he’s a lot more willing to allow meaner pranks when he’s the one pulling them and not his friends.

You and Dico always listening to music together. Take any random episode of Viva La Bam or clip from CKY and the camera will probably pan over at least once to reveal you and Dico sitting on the couch sharing earbuds or listening to a CD together while either exaggeratedly head-banging or comically under-reacting to the music. You don’t necessarily have to listen to the same things, since you both don’t mind taking turns listening to each other’s stuff. Dico would 100% be the type to make you meaningful mixtapes with hand-colored covers and nice titles and actual thought put into them, but he’d also be the type to give you a mixtape that’s just 30 minutes of him screaming into a microphone because he thinks it’s funny to see your reaction.

Dico calling you either babe, baby or sweetie most of the time. I can’t see him calling you love or darling or pumpkin or anything like that, he’s pretty casual with pet names. I don’t know how he’d feel about you calling him pet names; he’d probably make fun of you a little bit if you used them but I’m sure there’s one or two of them that he would actually be really fond of, secretly.

Dico and you watching movies together a lot. Mostly comedies, stand-up specials, cheesy horror movies, and those old westerns that he finds to be hysterical for some reason. He’s the type who gets super talkative during movies and will comment on everything and rewind stuff over and over to laugh at, so if that bothers you then he’s not the best person for you to watch movies with.

Wearing Dico’s clothes and hats all the time. He likes seeing you wearing his stuff, especially his baseball cap, cuz he thinks you look cute in it and it helps show people that you’re his. The guys comment on it sometimes, and Dico just grins and makes a braggy comment about how none of their girlfriends wear their stuff as much as you wear Dico’s stuff, and how that shows how proud you are to be dating Dico. The guys usually shut up at that point out of jealousy.

Helping Dico out with that erotic cooking video he did in “Don’t Feed Phil”. Dico really wanted you to be there alongside him, licking batter suggestively off an egg beater and stuff like that. You were very impressed by the way he stuck his fingers in that cheesecake.