#their moments together in the game are just some of the best

[helen-with-an-a]

Hello, Hope you are well!! If you wouldn't mind, I wanted to request Lucy x (Slightly older) reader where Like R is like a legend and transferred and is new on the team and Lucy is fan girling over R and after a Team Bonding night R drops (Drunk)Lucy Off and sees R's Poster on Lucy's room and teases Lucy until R Confesses that she likes her too {But still teases Lucy even after they are together?!?}🙂 Also maybe the Team Teasing Lucy whenever they get the chance? If you can't that's okay too!!

Hiiiiii - I think this is a pretty cute one ngl ahahahah. I hope you enjoy.

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Lucy Bronze x reader

Description: A night out with the team ends up with some pretty intense teasing for Lucy

Word Count: 4.2k

Despite being the same age as Lucy, she had looked up to you with a sense of awe and admiration since you were both teenagers. Whilst she was at home, working her way through the ranks at Sunderland, you were living your best life. Even at just 14, you had achieved a level of success that was remarkable and unprecedented for someone so young. Your name became quickly associated with greatness, and you were widely celebrated as a breakout star.

At just 16 years old, you won your first Champions League title, signalling the start of an extraordinary career. By the time you turned 18, you had already earned FIFA Player of the Year twice, showcasing your exceptional talent and consistency on the field. At 20, you became the face of Nike football, a testament to your influence and popularity that extended beyond the pitch and into the world of sports branding.

By the age of 25, you had competed in every major European league, dominating each one with apparent ease and securing championship titles across the continent. Your unparalleled success continued wherever you went. You were the first female player to win the Ballon d’Or. This accolade was not a one-time feat, as you followed it up with your second at 28, and then, at 29, you added a third to your collection. Your career was marked by a series of extraordinary achievements that solidified your legacy as one of the greatest footballers of all time.

You were the best in the world. A once-in-a-lifetime player whose talent seemed almost otherworldly. Your name became synonymous with greatness, and your performances on the field transcended mere statistics, leaving fans and critics alike in awe. Each match you played was a masterclass in skill and artistry, and you had a unique ability to elevate the game to new heights, making even the most challenging moments look effortless.

Your influence extended beyond the game itself. Young players idolised you, aspiring to emulate your style and grace. Coaches studied your techniques, hoping to understand the secret behind your extraordinary prowess. The media frequently hailed you as the embodiment of football excellence, and your presence on the field brought an electric atmosphere that captivated audiences worldwide.

Your career wasn't just about the accolades and records; it was about the way you transformed the sport, inspiring a generation and leaving an indelible mark on football history. The impact you made went far beyond the pitch, cementing your place as a true legend and ensuring that your legacy would endure for years to come.

Lucy had long since given up the hope of becoming your friend. Despite sharing fleeting moments with you, such as occasional encounters on the field or brief interactions at award shows, these instances remained largely superficial and never evolved into anything more meaningful. Over time, the distance between your high-profile world and her own aspirations seemed insurmountable.

She watched from afar as you continued to soar to even greater heights, your life a whirlwind of achievements and global acclaim. Meanwhile, her own journey, while impressive in its own right, lacked the same extraordinary sparkle. The rare occasions when her path crossed yours only served to deepen her admiration and reinforce the divide between you.

That was until you stepped through the door at training one afternoon.

You were talking to one of the coaches, your gaze flicking over to the field as you spoke. He was gesturing to something, clearly outlining the training routines and schedules for you. You stood with a level of confidence Lucy had never seen before – poised, authoritative, and completely in control of the situation. It was as if the weight of your success had seamlessly blended with your demeanour, giving you an almost magnetic presence.

Lucy watched from a distance; her eyes drawn to the way you commanded the space around you. Your interaction with the coach was more than just a conversation; it was a display of your deep understanding of the game and your role within it. The coach's animated gestures and detailed explanations seemed almost secondary to your focused attention and effortless grasp of the concepts being discussed.

The ease with which you navigated the conversation and the genuine interest you showed in refining your skills spoke volumes about your dedication and professionalism. It was clear that your confidence was not just a facade but a reflection of years of hard work, discipline, and an unwavering commitment to excellence.

“Isn’t it exciting?” Alexia asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm as she came up behind Lucy.

Lucy turned, slightly startled by the sudden appearance of Alexia. “What is?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Alexia’s eyes lit up with a mix of awe and delight. “That she’s joining Barça. Can you believe it? After all these years of watching her play from afar, she’s finally coming to our team. It’s like a dream come true!”

Lucy’s gaze followed Alexia’s, and she saw the look of genuine excitement on her friend’s face. You were joining Barça. Lucy wasn’t quite sure how to feel – she had definitely had a teenage crush on you when she was younger, one that had never truly gone away. The news of your arrival stirred up a whirlwind of emotions inside her.

On one hand, there was a surge of admiration and nostalgia. She remembered how she used to watch your games with wide-eyed wonder, marvelling at your skill and the aura of greatness you exuded. The fact that you would soon be a teammate, sharing the same training grounds and wearing the same jersey, felt like something out of a dream she had long since tucked away.

On the other hand, there was a knot of apprehension and uncertainty. The distance she had kept from the idea of being close to you now seemed to shrink, and with it came a mix of excitement and unease. Would this new chapter challenge her in ways she hadn’t anticipated? Would she be able to reconcile her past feelings with the present reality of working alongside you?

Alexia continued, her excitement palpable. “I’ve admired her for so long. To think that she’s going to be playing alongside us, wearing the same jersey, sharing the same goals – it’s surreal. Her skill, her leadership, everything she brings to the game – having her on our side is going to be incredible. It’s going to elevate the whole team.”

Lucy nodded, though her mind was still swirling with mixed emotions. She could see Alexia’s enthusiasm was infectious, and the thought of you joining the team was stirring a buzz among everyone. The players would undoubtedly be thrilled, and the energy around the club was bound to shift, infused with the excitement and anticipation of having a player of your calibre among them.

Lucy’s thoughts drifted back to the early days of her own career, when she had idolised you from afar. The sense of awe she felt then hadn’t entirely faded; it had just evolved into a deep respect. Now, facing the reality of working with you, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of nerves. The fantasy of meeting you was becoming a tangible reality, and with it came the challenge of managing her own expectations and fears.

Alexia’s voice pulled her back to the present. “You know, this is such an amazing opportunity for all of us. We’re going to learn so much from her. I just hope the transition goes smoothly, for everyone’s sake. It’s a big change, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it.”

Lucy managed a small smile. “Yeah, it’s definitely a big change. I’m sure it will be an incredible experience, both on and off the field.”

As Alexia went on about the potential benefits of your arrival and how it might reshape the team dynamics, Lucy listened with half an ear, her thoughts still preoccupied over you.

“And, this is our Capitana, Alexia. And one of your defenders, Lucy.” The coach’s voice cut through Lucy’s daydreaming, and she refocused on the present moment.

You turned toward them with a warm smile. “Hi, Alexia. It’s so nice to meet you – I can’t believe we’re finally playing together. I’ve been watching you for years, and the way you play is just incredible.”

Alexia’s cheeks flushed a shade of pink, and she waved off the compliment with a modest smile. “Oh, stop it. You’re too kind.”

Turning to Lucy, you offered a friendly nod. “And Lucy, it’s great to see you again. Another player that I’m so excited to share the field with – thankfully this time we aren’t against each other,” you laughed, the genuine warmth in your voice making the compliment feel even more sincere. Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you took in the players around you, clearly thrilled by the prospect of joining the team.

The way you spoke was disarmingly genuine, and despite the whirlwind of emotions she had been feeling, your kind words helped ground her. She forced a smile, trying to project the confidence she felt was expected of her. “N-nice to see you too,” she stammered slightly.

If you picked up on her nerves, you didn’t mention it, just offering another warm smile and a wave as you were directed over to some more of the coaches. The interaction was brief, but it left Lucy with a lingering sense of awe and a slight blush of her own. She watched as you moved to the other coaches, your demeanour effortlessly blending into the environment with a natural ease.

It was the final match before the winter break, and the team had decided to go out to celebrate. The atmosphere in the locker room was electric, buzzing with the excitement of a hard-fought victory and the anticipation of the festivities to come. The victory had been decisive, and you had once again proven your worth with a standout performance, seamlessly integrating into the team both on and off the field.

As the players gathered to head out, Lucy watched you interact effortlessly with the team. It was as if you had been a part of their close-knit group for years rather than just a few months. Your ease of integration was remarkable; you laughed and joked with teammates, participated in the banter, and showed genuine interest in getting to know everyone. Your natural charisma and humility had won you the respect and affection of the entire squad.

The venue for the celebration was a lively restaurant known for its vibrant atmosphere and delicious food. The place was decked out with festive decorations, adding to the sense of occasion. As the team settled into a large, cheerful table, the mood was one of camaraderie and shared joy. You were at the centre of many conversations, easily blending with everyone while also standing out for your infectious energy.

Lucy found herself seated across from you, and as the evening progressed, she noticed how you effortlessly drew people into conversations and made everyone feel included. You shared stories and laughed heartily, making the environment warm and welcoming. The way you interacted with everyone reaffirmed the positive impression you had made since joining the team.

You looked stunning. Just a simple pair of jeans and a basic top, a light jacket thrown over your shoulders effortlessly. The understated outfit seemed to highlight your natural grace and confidence rather than overshadow it. Even in such a casual setting, you exuded a charm that drew people in, a combination of ease and sophistication that made it clear you were at home in any situation.

The restaurant was bustling with energy as the team enjoyed their night out, but you seemed to be the centrepiece of the evening’s vibrancy. Your relaxed attire only enhanced your approachable demeanour, making it easy for everyone to feel comfortable around you. You moved through the crowd with an effortless grace, engaging in conversations and making everyone feel included.

It was Patri who suggested going back to someone’s house to continue the evening. The idea of extending the celebration was met with enthusiastic agreement from the group, and you volunteered without hesitation. “My place is just around the corner,” you offered, “and I have plenty of space. If anyone doesn’t want to make the journey home so late, there are a few spare rooms where you can crash.”

The team responded with grateful cheers and excited murmurs, clearly relieved and thrilled by the prospect of keeping the good times rolling in such a comfortable setting. Your offer was met with a warm sense of appreciation, and it was clear that your generosity only added to the positive impression you had already made.

Lucy had never been to your flat before, but as she stepped inside, it was exactly as she had imagined. The space exuded a sophisticated, understated elegance, effortlessly blending clean lines, neutral tones, and subtle textures. The overall effect was a serene and inviting atmosphere that made everyone feel immediately at ease.

The open-plan living area was a testament to your keen eye for design and comfort. Soft, natural light filtered through large windows, casting a warm glow over the room. The walls were painted in calming shades of beige and grey, creating a backdrop that highlighted the minimalist décor. Tasteful artwork and decorative elements added character without overwhelming the space, each piece chosen with care to complement the room’s aesthetic.

The furniture was arranged to maximise both style and comfort. The couches were wide and inviting, their plush cushions beckoning anyone in need of relaxation. Each couch was adorned with cozy, coloured blankets that were draped artfully over the back, adding both warmth and a touch of casual elegance.

As Lucy looked around, she couldn’t help but admire how every detail seemed to reflect your personal style – sophisticated yet approachable, elegant yet functional. It was clear that you valued comfort and created a space where people could feel relaxed and welcome.

“Woah, chica, this is so fancy,” Pina whistled, her eyes wide as she took in the sophisticated design of your flat.

“Thank you, Cláudia,” you smiled bashfully, a hint of modesty in your tone. “Please, sit, sit. I’ve got a few bottles of wine if people want some?”

The room erupted into appreciative murmurs as the team began to relax into the comfortable seating. Alexia and some of the others made their way to the couches, eagerly claiming spots and settling in with the provided blankets. The initial excitement of the evening’s celebration had transitioned seamlessly into a cozy, laid-back atmosphere.

You moved towards the kitchen, where a selection of wine bottles stood neatly arranged on the counter, alongside a few glasses. “Feel free to help yourselves,” you called out to the group, opening a bottle of red wine and pouring a glass for yourself. “I’ve also got some snacks if anyone wants some.”

It took a few more bottles of wine for the drinking games to start. The initial energy of the evening had settled into a more relaxed and jovial atmosphere, and as the wine flowed, the team’s spirits were high. Mapí, always one for lively fun, suggested a game of Truths, a slightly toned-down version of her earlier proposal of Truth or Dare, which had been kindly but firmly shut down by you and some of the more sober members of the group.

The players arranged themselves in a circle, with the bottles of wine and snacks now placed within easy reach. The game was simple: each person would take turns answering a question posed by the group, revealing something personal or amusing about themselves.

“Hmmm, bueno, bueno,” Mapí mused, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she leaned back, contemplating her next move. The room quieted slightly, everyone waiting in anticipation as she took her time, savouring the moment and clearly enjoying the power of choosing her next victim.

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, her gaze drifting around the circle, lingering on each teammate as she weighed her options. The suspense was palpable, and a few players shifted nervously, laughing as they tried to avoid her stare.

Finally, a sly smile spread across her face as she settled on her target. “Alright,” she began, drawing out the word for dramatic effect, “let’s see... Lucy, you’re up.”

The room erupted into playful jeers and cheers, everyone eager to hear what Mapí would come up with. Lucy felt a mix of excitement and apprehension as all eyes turned toward her.

"Hmmmm, déjame pensar. Lucía, did you have any embarrassing things on your wall as a kid?"

Lucy’s eyes snapped to Keira’s, a mixture of panic and amusement flashing across her face. There were only one other person in the room who knew what Lucy’s teenage bedroom looked like. Keira, catching the look, had the decency to look a little sheepish, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks as she offered Lucy an apologetic smile.

The room buzzed with anticipation, everyone leaning in a little closer as they sensed something good was about to be revealed.

Lucy felt the heat rising to her cheeks as the room seemed to close in on her. There was no escape, no quick-witted response that could save her from the inevitable reveal. She glanced around, hoping for some miracle that would shift the attention elsewhere, but all she saw were eager faces waiting for her answer.

“Uhhhh,” she stammered, desperately trying to think of a reasonable lie, something that could divert the situation without being too obvious.

But before she could come up with anything, Cata chimed in with a playful, “No mientas, chica.” Her voice was teasing, but there was a knowing edge to it, and it was clear that the team wasn’t going to let her off the hook easily.

Lucy sighed, knowing the game was up. She glanced at Keira one last time, who gave her an encouraging nod, as if to say, "Just go for it."

“Alright, fine,” Lucy conceded, her voice tinged with resignation. “So, when I was a teenager, I went through a phase – like, a pretty intense phase – where I was really into...uh, collecting posters of my favourite players.”

The room was silent, everyone hanging on her every word. Lucy could feel the tension building, and she knew there was no turning back now.

“And,” she continued, her voice dropping to almost a whisper, “I might have had a whole wall – like, literally an entire wall – covered with posters of one particular player.”

The room buzzed with excitement, and Lucy could see the curiosity in everyone’s eyes. They wanted to know who it was, and she knew she couldn’t keep it a secret any longer.

Taking a deep breath, Lucy finally confessed, “It was you,” she said, looking directly at you, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I had a whole wall dedicated to you – posters, pictures, everything.”

You could have heard a pin drop.

Mapí was the first to pounce, leaning in with a mischievous grin. “So, Lucy,” she started, dragging out the words, “how many hours a day did you spend staring at those posters? Were they strategically placed for optimal viewing from your bed?”

The room erupted again, and Lucy buried her face in her hands, laughing despite herself. “I’m never living this down, am I?” she groaned, peeking through her fingers.

“Not a chance,” Pina chimed in, grinning widely. “Did you, like, kiss them goodnight before you went to sleep? Or, wait – did you have one of those cardboard cutouts too?”

“That would explain why she’s always so focused during training,” Patri added, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “She’s just imagining all those hours she spent studying her idol.”

Keira, who had been trying to stay out of it, finally joined in, unable to resist. “I seem to remember there being a shrine,” she teased, giving Lucy a playful nudge. “Candles, flowers, the whole works.”

“Oh, come on!” Lucy protested, laughing as she shook her head. “It wasn’t that bad!”

“Are you sure about that?” Alexia interjected, raising an eyebrow with a mock-serious expression. “Because I’m starting to think we should all be worried about having our own little shrines in your room.”

This set everyone off again, and the teasing only grew from there. “Maybe we should ask her to rank us by who gets the biggest poster,” Cata joked, making the others chuckle.

“And don’t forget about the life-size cutout!” Jana added, winking. “We need to know who gets that honour.”

Lucy’s face was practically on fire now, the heat of embarrassment spreading from her cheeks down to her neck. Despite her best efforts to hide behind her hands, there was no escaping the relentless teasing from her teammates.

Mapí, sensing victory, leaned in even closer. “Come on, Lucy, spill the details! How many posters were there? Ten? Twenty? Did you have them laminated to preserve them forever?”

“I bet she had a whole wall dedicated to just action shots,” Ona added, mimicking a dramatic pose as if she were in mid-kick. “You know, to capture all those intense game moments.”

“Oh, and don’t forget the magazine cutouts,” Pina chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You probably had a collage, right? Like, an artistic masterpiece showcasing your favourite goals and interviews.”

Lucy groaned, burying her face in her hands even deeper. “You guys are killing me,” she mumbled, though her voice was laced with laughter. “It was just a few posters, okay? And no, there was no shrine or candles!”

Keira wasn’t about to let her off that easily. “But you did kiss them goodnight, right? Or maybe whisper some words of encouragement before a big game?” she teased, nudging Lucy playfully.

“Yeah, something like, ‘Goodnight, future teammate. One day we’ll share the field,’” Cata added with a dramatic flair, sending the room into another fit of giggles.

Lucy shook her head, her laughter mingling with the groans of embarrassment. “I swear, you’re all the worst. But fine, if it makes you feel any better, I may have...talked to them once or twice. Happy now?”

The room erupted in cheers and applause, everyone raising their glasses in a toast to Lucy’s admission.

“See, that’s what we were looking for!” Mapí declared, raising her glass higher. “To Lucy, the most dedicated fan out there!”

It wasn’t long until the evening came to an end – yawns were happening far too frequently, and the once lively conversation had started to slow. The team had moved from playful banter to quieter, more subdued chats as the effects of the long day and a few too many glasses of wine began to set in.

Mapí stretched her arms above her head, letting out a dramatic yawn. “Alright, I think that’s my cue. I’m officially too old for these late nights,” she joked, earning a few chuckles from the group.

 “Same here,” Alexia agreed, rubbing her eyes. “I’m off to Ibiza tomorrow and I’d rather not be dragging my feet.”

You, noticing the collective weariness, stood up and clapped your hands lightly to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, everyone, it looks like it’s time to call it a night. For those of you staying over, feel free to crash on the couches or take one of the spare rooms. I’ve got blankets and pillows in the closet.”

“Thanks for hosting, really,” Patri said with a warm smile, getting up from her seat. “This was fun, and we should definitely do it again sometime.”

You smiled back, feeling a sense of contentment. “Anytime. I’m glad you all came.”

One by one, the team members began to gather their things, exchanging sleepy goodnights as they prepared to head out or settle in for the night. Lucy, who had been quieter since the teasing had died down, stood up and stretched, feeling the exhaustion in her muscles.

As she moved toward the door, you caught her eye and gave her a gentle smile. “You okay, Lucy?” you asked, your tone soft and genuine.

Lucy nodded, a bit of her earlier embarrassment still lingering, but she couldn’t help but return your smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks for having us over. It was...fun,” she said, a hint of shyness creeping into her voice. You chuckled softly.

“Y’know,” you began slowly, your voice soft and almost hesitant as you broke the comfortable silence that had settled between the two of you. Lucy looked up, her attention caught by the unexpected seriousness in your tone. “If it makes you feel any better…” You let the words hang in the air for a moment, building a quiet suspense. Then, with a small, almost playful smile, you took a deliberate step closer, closing the gap between you.

“I had a crush on you too,” you admitted, your voice carrying a mix of sincerity and light-heartedness.

Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching for a split second. “You did?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing.

“I did,” you confirmed with a nod, your smile growing a little wider as you watched the realisation dawn on her. “Maybe not to the extent of a shrine on my wall,” you teased, your eyes sparkling with amusement, “but there was definitely more than a childhood crush.”

Lucy’s cheeks flushed with colour, her mind racing as she processed your words. “Really?” she asked, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips, the idea of you reciprocating those long-ago feelings both thrilling and a little overwhelming, a secret wish she never thought would come true.

“Really,” you replied, your voice soft and full of sincerity.

With a tenderness that contradicted the intensity of the emotions swirling inside you, you placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. The soft brush of your lips against her skin was electric, a quiet confession of everything you hadn’t said out loud. It was a moment suspended in time, where everything else faded away, leaving only the two of you and the possibilities that lay ahead.

When you pulled back, your smile was warm, laced with a mixture of affection and bittersweetness. “Bye, Lucia,” you whispered, your voice carrying the promise of something more as you took a step back, giving her one last lingering look.

[mapiforpresident]

Together Always

Patri x reader x Pina

The press conference was over, but the sting from one question lingered in the back of your mind. You had been doing your best to keep your composure, answering the usual questions about the match and upcoming plans. But then, out of nowhere, the reporter had thrown in something personal, something cutting: "So, how does it feel to be in a relationship with two teammates? Do you think the pressure affects your performance on the field, or is it more of a distraction?"

The entire room had gone silent, a few journalists exchanging glances, waiting for your reaction. Your throat had tightened for a second, but you forced yourself to stay calm. You couldn't give them what they wanted, couldn't let them see how much it hurt to be reduced to a headline instead of being seen for who you truly were.

You had given a polite, vague answer about how your relationship had nothing to do with your professional life, that your focus was always on the game. But inside, it felt like the walls were closing in, and all you wanted was to escape.

After the game Patri and Claudia had stayed on the field, still interacting with fans, while you had gone to do a post match interview. You slipped out of the press conference room as soon as the interview was over. You didn’t want to make a scene, not here, not in front of everyone. You just needed a moment. Just a moment to breathe.

The locker room was empty when you walked in, the sounds of from the stadium fading behind you. You quickly dressed into your sweats and shoved your kit into your bag, trying to stay focused. But the question from the press conference echoed in your mind, mocking you, prodding at the insecurities you had spent so long trying to bury.

How does it feel to be in a relationship with two teammates? Is it a distraction? Are you some kind of problem?

You sat down on the bench, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to tie your shoes. Your chest tightened, and before you could stop it, the tears started to fall—silent, hot, and too much to ignore.

You hadn’t expected it to hit this hard, not after everything. You had always known that being in a relationship with Patri and Pina would come with judgment, with people questioning the validity of what you shared. But hearing it so openly in front of the press, with everyone listening— it made it real in a way it hadn’t been before. The sting was sharper than you expected.

You barely even heard the locker room door open, too lost in your thoughts, until you heard a familiar voice.

"Hey, are you okay?" Mapi's voice broke through the fog in your mind.

You hadn’t even realized you’d been crying until Mapi’s sharp gaze softened. She stood in front of you now, her eyes narrowing with concern as she took in your red-rimmed eyes and the way your shoulders were hunched, like you were trying to make yourself smaller.

Ingrid appeared behind her, glancing between you and Mapi. She was usually the more pragmatic one, but even she couldn’t hide the worry that crept onto her face.

“Why are you upset?” Ingrid asked softly, stepping closer.

You tried to wipe your face quickly, but it was futile. Your composure had cracked, and there was no fixing it now. “It’s nothing,” you said weakly, shaking your head. “It’s just… the press. They asked something stupid. I’m fine.”

Mapi sat down next to you, her hand finding your shoulder. It wasn’t the usual playful, sarcastic Mapi. It was the one who took care of people, who always noticed when something wasn’t right. "It’s not nothing," she said gently. "We’ve seen you after press conferences. You’re not fine. What happened?"

The tears came faster now, the pressure of everything—of the game, the media, the expectations—crushing you. “They… they just asked about us. About the three of us. If it’s a distraction. Like… like we’re some kind of problem. And I just—” You choked on your words, frustration pooling in your chest. “I’m so tired of it. I’m so tired of having to defend us.”

Ingrid’s gaze flickered to Mapi, who nodded quietly before speaking again. “I’m sorry. That’s messed up. You don’t deserve that. You’re not a problem, and neither are Claudia and Patri.” Her voice was firm, but her hand on your back was gentle. “But I think you know that. You just need to talk to them. You need to tell them how you feel, not keep it inside.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes quickly. "I don't want to make it worse, though."

Mapi gave you a small, sad smile. "You’re not making it worse. It’s not just about you anymore. It’s about the three of you. You’re allowed to feel upset about this. You shouldn’t have to hold all of this in alone."

Ingrid stepped back, her hand on your shoulder for a moment before she turned to head toward the door. “I’m going to let them know you’re upset. I’ll tell Patri and Pina that they need to check in with you, alright? Just stay here for a bit.”

You nodded, trying to find a way to calm down. Mapi stayed by your side, rubbing your back softly. “Hey,” she said quietly. “You’re stronger than this. You know that, right?”

You didn’t feel strong. You felt fragile, like a piece of glass that might shatter if you didn’t hold it together. “I just want it to stop. I want to be with them, just be normal. I hate feeling like we're being watched, like we’re some kind of show for everyone to judge.”

“I know,” Mapi whispered, her voice low. “But you’re not alone in this. We’re all here for you. The team loves you, loves all three of you. And they know it’s not easy, but they’ve got your back.”

Ingrid returned moments later, nodding to Mapi as she opened the locker room door just a crack to let in Patri and Claudia.

When they stepped inside, they didn’t immediately speak. They just looked at you, the worry and concern obvious in their eyes.

“Baby,” Claudia said softly, kneeling in front of you and cupping your face. “Mapi told us. We’re sorry. I’m sorry.”

Patri stood next to her, her hand resting on your shoulder. “I should’ve been there. Should’ve gone with you, should’ve protected you from it.”

You shook your head, feeling the tightness in your chest again. “It’s not your fault. It’s just… everything. The media, the questions, the expectations. I don’t want to have to explain us every time.”

Claudia nodded, her thumb brushing over your cheek. “You don’t have to explain anything. We’re not a problem. You’re not a problem. The only people who matter in all of this are us, the three of us.” Her voice cracked slightly, her own emotions evident as she spoke. “We love each other. Nothing and no one can change that.”

Patri leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re allowed to be upset, love. We’re not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out, together. Always together.”

You took a shaky breath and nodded, trying to regain some semblance of calm. The warmth from them, the safety of their words, began to ease the weight in your chest.

Patri's voice pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. “Hey,” she said softly, her thumb brushing across your knuckles, “Do you want to go home? We can leave right now, just the three of us.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of the day, the pressure, the tears—everything—shifting slightly at the thought of being with them. It wasn’t perfect, but with them, you always felt like you could breathe again. You stood up, and without another word, the three of you left the locker room together, walking through the corridor in silence before stepping out into the cool air.

The drive back to your shared apartment was quiet at first. Patri drove, her fingers lightly tapping the steering wheel as she kept a steady focus on the road. Claudia sat beside her, one hand resting on Patri's thigh, the other awkwardly reaching back to hold your hand. You leaned your head back against the seat, letting the hum of the car and the beat of the music fill the space.

Then, after a few moments, something shifted. The familiar sound of an upbeat song came through the speakers, and suddenly, Patri cranked the volume up.

“Alright,” she grinned, her voice light despite the emotions still lingering. “This is the best song. You better sing with me, amiga.”

Claudia shot you a look before dramatically singing the first few lines of the song off-key. Patri was laughing too hard to hold a note, but that didn’t stop her from belting out the lyrics. You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up despite everything. It was messy, and it was ridiculous, but it was exactly what you needed.

You joined in too, eventually. All three of you sang together, loudly and badly, at the top of your lungs. The tension you had carried around for the last few hours melted away with every note. It was cathartic, almost like the music was pulling out the last of the stress, leaving only the warmth of their company.

When you finally pulled into the parking spot of your apartment, you were all a little out of breath from laughing so hard. Patri parked the car, and you all got out, taking your time as you walked inside.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Claudia grinned. “I’m starving. Let’s order your favorite takeout, yeah?”

You nodded, appreciating the thought. “Sounds perfect. You two don’t even know how much I need comfort food right now.”

Patri playfully threw her arms around you from behind, her cheek resting against yours. “Anything you want, amor.”

Claudia chimed in, “I'll order it on my phone” She leaned in for a quick kiss on your cheek, before pecking Patri on the lips as she pulled her phone out.

It didn’t take long before the three of you had placed the order—your favorite comfort food that never failed to make you feel better. The delivery came soon after, and you all dug in, sitting at the kitchen island, eating together in comfortable silence.

After the meal, you all migrated to the couch, a blanket draped over the three of you. Claudia nestled into your side, resting her head on your shoulder. Patri sat beside you, her hand resting on your thigh. For a long moment, the three of you were quiet, content, just holding each other close.

A few minutes later, Claudia let out a little sigh and pulled out her phone. She glanced between you and Patri before turning her gaze to you, her voice soft but hopeful. “What do you think... maybe we should post something? Just to show everyone how we really feel. You know... not just for them, but for us too.”

You blinked, unsure at first, but when you looked at both of their faces—soft, serious, and filled with understanding—your heart warmed.

"Are you sure?" you asked quietly. "I don’t want to make it worse."

“Not if we do it right,” Claudia said, her tone gentle but insistent. “We don’t have to explain anything to anyone. Just a picture, a message. We’ve got each other. That’s what matters.”

Patri nodded, her fingers brushing your arm as she leaned in closer. “I’m with Clau. We don’t need to hide. We’ll do this together. It’s not about the world—it’s about us. And we’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath, letting the weight of their words sink in. You could feel the love between the three of you, so strong, and maybe it was time to let others see it too, to stop hiding in the shadows of judgment.

You looked at them, nodding. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Claudia opened her phone and found a picture from one of your favorite dates—a candid shot of the three of you that Mapi had taken, laughing at something silly, leaning into each other in a cozy corner of a café. Your arms were wrapped around each other, and it captured everything about your relationship—soft, real, and full of joy.

She tapped a few buttons and added a simple message to the post: "My Loves"

Patri and Claudia leaned in, their heads resting against yours as you looked at the picture together.

“That feels good,” you whispered, your voice soft but steady.

“We’re stronger than anything they throw at us,” Claudia added, kissing you gently.

Patri wrapped her arm around both of you, pulling you both close. “Together,” she whispered, her voice steady and warm.

You kissed her lightly, and then Claudia again, each kiss soft and full of affection, grounding you in the moment. It was real. No matter what anyone said, this was real.

And later, when your teammates started showing their support in the comments—likes and messages of love and encouragement—it felt like everything you had just done, everything you had just fought for, was worth it. You weren’t just fighting for your relationship. You were fighting for the right to love freely and without fear.

As you snuggled deeper into the couch, wrapped in the warmth of your girlfriends, you felt more at peace than you had in days. This, right here, was where you were meant to be. Together. Always.

[whateverloomis]

Dilf!Billy Loomis x AFAB reader (Stepcest)

I honestly think Billy would be hella single as a grown ass man but for this one let's imagine he's maintaining a shallow relationship to get away with another killing :p

Warnings: Stepcest, predetermined family, fingering, teasing, p in v, roughness, infidelity, unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight degradation, mentions of Stu, age gap (middle aged Billy and reader in their 20s,) AFAB reader (no pronouns,) unedited

Your mother had never been shy with her love life. She's had multiple partners after your dad passed away. Random hookups with attractive older men happened pretty often too. You're sure it's all been to fill the void and drown the unwanted emotions.

You've never really had the best relationship with her, you bud heads a lot and have grown distant since your biological dad passed, not to mention the countless arguments about every little inconvenience.

For that reason and many others you haven't been secretive about the attraction towards your step father, Billy Loomis. You don't care if he actually loves her or not. You'll let any selfish thoughts cross your mind and oh boy, you want that man inside you as soon as possible.

He's been living with you and your mother for 2 years and as time went by it got more difficult to contain yourself around him, especially since he openly flirts with you and you swear that one of these days you're going to jump on his cock the second you find a chance.

One particular day your mother left for the weekend on a business trip. You were more than sure that she'd been cheating on Billy with his best friend, Stu Macher. They've worked together for years and it's so obvious that they've got something going on.

To be completely honest, you wouldn't mind having Stu as your next step father. He's just as hot as Billy and you never miss the way that he checks you out whenever you're around him. Gosh, if you could have both of them at the same time you know you'd cum the second they both lay hands on you.

Being alone with Billy for the weekend was going to be difficult. You haven't hooked up with anyone in so long and touching yourself isn't satisfying anymore. The way he shamelessly walks around shirtless with sweatpants that highlight his cock drives you crazy and you don't know how you'll survive around him.

Because of that you were feeling bold. You wanted to risk it all, and you did.

It was a Saturday morning and you wake up ready to take the day off to relax after a long week. After you brushed your teeth and showered, you went to the kitchen in just a thong, a thin cotton crop and knee high socks. You knew Billy would walk in the kitchen any second after hearing the water turn off in the shower and were ready to pounce at any moment.

"Well good morning to you too." The sound of his deep voice instantly sent shivers down your spine.

Billy was standing against the countertop behind you shamelessly looking at your exposed ass and gorgeous legs. His hair was damp from the shower and slicked back. No shirt on. Grey sweatpants. He was out to hunt and you were his easy prey.

Turning around, you smiled innocently at him and pointed at the stove, "You want pancakes? I'm making myself some."

Billy could see right through you and he wasn't playing your games.

At your question he chuckled and walked towards you. His hands instantly found your waist and his eyes captured yours, "I'm hungry for something else," he said and squeezed your flesh slightly, his eyes lingering on your tits before scanning your face.

He was driving you mad. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip to suppress a pathetic moan that threatened to come out of you.

Billy seemed to notice and smirked at your reaction, "I don't think your mother would like knowing you're walking around the house looking like that while I'm here," he said and it was your turn to chuckle at his nonchalant comment.

"I don't think she'd like to see her husband grab me like he is right now but here we are," you answered and he lost it.

Billy ran his hands down and under your ass cheeks before picking you up. He sat you on the counter and positioned himself between your legs. His large hands rested on your thighs and he occasionally squeezed them.

"Don't use that tone with me," he said half serious and you laughed teasingly as his words.

"Why? Is daddy gonna ground me? Hm?" you teased further and Billy grabbed your face with his right hand under your jaw, making you look into his eyes. You smirked at him and that was enough, the man crashed his lips against yours and kissed you hungrily.

You were desperate. Both of you were. Your hands were tangled in his hair and he was holding you impossibly close to his body. He groped your ass as you rocked against him slowly.

He was hard and needy before, but having you like this was going to make him cum right then and there if he wasn't careful.

Billy slid one of his hands from your ass to your hip, down your inner thigh and finally over your core. He felt the wetness through the fabric of your thong and he gasped at you mockingly, "I've barely touched you and you're already soaked," he said and you whined softly. So desperate to feel him inside you. Your body ached for his cock.

The man couldn't contain himself much longer. He was already pulling your panties to the side and playing with your cunt. Rubbing your sensitive bud in circular motions and running his fingers down to your throbbing hole, dipping them just enough to pleasure you but not enough to satisfy the craving. He was torturing you. Torturing himself.

"Mm... Billy please," you moaned and grabbed his big hand, pushing his fingers all the way inside you and whining at the feeling of finally being filled up. It still wasn't enough but fuck did it feel amazing when he started to fuck you with his fingers.

You throbbed around him and he groaned at the feeling.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good... I bet you'll feel better around my dick," he whispered in your ear as you fucked yourself with his fingers.

You grabbed his cock and felt how big he is. Gosh you were so right when you imagined him as you rode your dildo in your room alone at night.

"Mmphh... Please fuck me," you begged and Billy pulled his fingers out of your cunt, sucking on them teasingly and moaning at your taste.

He pulled you towards him by your thighs and you wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively. He held your legs around his middle and carried you to his and your mother's bedroom.

After he released you, you crawled on the bed and positioned yourself on the edge on all fours, giving him a perfect view of your behind. You slowly removed your thong for him and revealed your glistening cunt.

Billy groaned at the sight and pulled his sweatpants down just enough to release his throbbing cock. He wanted to eat you up and taste your whole body but right then he couldn't handle the sight of your waiting hole. He'd been wanting to bury himself inside you for so long, and when he finally did you both moaned at the same time.

He didn't bother to wear protection and you honestly didn't give a fuck at that point. You didn't care if your stepfather knocked you up, as fucked up as it sounds.

"Ahh fuck... Harder Daddy, harder!" You nearly screamed, and to that he complied.

Billy grabbed your hips harshly and pounded you hard enough that you felt his cock all the way up your stomach. He pressed your head against the mattress, your back arched perfectly for him and the sight of your ass cheeks bouncing against him was nearly enough to make him cum inside you, but he was smarter than that of course.

"Getting fucked by your stepfather, who does that?" He shamed you and it made you throb around him. You were nearly going to cum just by hearing his words, it was a chase for release between the two of you.

After a few more thrusts the knot inside you finally broke as his tip brushed against your gspot. You came around him and screamed at the feeling of the intense waves that were coursing through your body. You had one, two, three mini orgasms after the big O and fuck you needed more.

Billy nearly bust his load inside your sweet pussy, but he managed to pull out and cum all over your back. He took a mental picture at how good your body looked covered in his seed.

"I'll clean up the mess for you," he whispered teasingly before giving you a lingering kiss.

As he walked into the bathroom you heard the front door open. Your mom and Stus voice echoed in the living room.

Fuck.

"I'll take care of it..."

•

I know I know, we hate cliffhangers but I love teasing y'all :p ;)

Hope you enjoyed reading <33

[dissapointu]

Arcane characters throwing a birthday party for the reader who has a bad memory and forgot his own birthday 😝

((my memory is rubbish, I can forget things I'm going to say/do In the same second , casual conversations, details and commitments 😔 planners are my best friends)

Happy birthday again 🥳

BABE. FIRST OF ALL.your faves would 1000000% throw you the most extra, heartfelt birthday party of all time because you deserve to feel loved and celebrated—memory or not.

So here’s how they’d handle it when you’re out here vibing, completely forgetting it’s your special day, and they’re like “Oh no, not on my watch.”

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Jinx

Jinx is giving CHAOTIC ENERGY for this party. She’s not even subtle about it.

• You’d probably walk in and see her messing with some dangerous contraption, and she’d be like, “SURPRISE! You forgot your birthday, but I didn’t!”

• The party is WILD—explosions (small ones, probably), neon lights, spray-painted “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” signs, and cupcakes she may or may not have dropped at least once.

• She’s dragging you into every game and activity, yelling stuff like, “You don’t get to forget your own birthday, dummy! That’s what I’m here for!”

• By the end of the night, she’s probably passed out on the couch, holding a balloon, mumbling about how you’re “the best ever.”

Vi

Vi’s the type to keep it lowkey cool but still make it super special.

• She’d notice you forgot your own birthday and go, “Really? Guess I gotta take matters into my own hands.”

• She’d gather all your favorite people, decorate with some string lights and snacks, and surprise you like, “Told you I’d always have your back, didn’t I?”

• She’s keeping an eye on you all night, making sure you’re actually enjoying yourself and not overthinking anything.

• Before the night’s over, she’s pulling you aside for a quiet moment like, “Next time you forget your birthday, I’m just gonna tattoo it on your forehead.”

Sevika

Sevika pretends she doesn’t care, but she’s planning this whole thing in SECRET.

• She’s got a killer poker face, so when you’re like, “Wait, is today my birthday?” she’s just smirking like, “Guess you’ll find out.”

• The party is simple but PERFECT—her version of “lowkey” is making sure everything you love is there: your favorite food, drinks, and music.

• She acts all casual about it during the party, but at some point, she hands you a gift and says, “Don’t forget who made this happen.”

Silco

Silco would be so extra but act like it’s no big deal.

• He notices you forgot your birthday and immediately starts plotting. He’s like, “How does one forget their own existence? I’ll have to fix this.”

• The party is elegant AF—dim lighting, fancy food, and everything planned down to the smallest detail.

• He’s not a big “party” guy, but he’d be there in the corner, sipping his drink, watching you enjoy yourself, and thinking, “Yes, this is satisfactory.”

• At the end of the night, he’d come over and say something soft like, “Don’t forget your worth. I won’t.”

Vander

Vander would be the dad friend who makes your birthday feel like home.

• He’d figure out you forgot and immediately start pulling everyone together to plan something. He’s like, “We can’t let them go another year without feeling special.”

• The party would be warm and cozy—lots of laughter, good food, and a cake he baked himself (even if it’s a little lopsided).

• He’d give you a big hug at some point and say, “You’ve got a lot of people who care about you, even if you forget sometimes.”

• It’s the kind of party that leaves you feeling like you belong.

Ekko

Ekko would turn your forgotten birthday into an unforgettable NIGHT.

• He’d act all chill about it but secretly plan the coolest party ever. Firelight lanterns? Check. Music and dancing? Check. The BEST vibes? Double check.

• When you’re like, “Wait, is this for my birthday?” he’d laugh and say, “Yeah, you kinda forgot, but don’t worry—I didn’t.”

• He’d spend the whole night hyping you up, making sure you know how important you are to him and everyone else.

• By the end of the night, he’s handing you a handmade gift like, “Something to help you remember next time.”

Jayce

Jayce is going ALL OUT. No chill whatsoever.

• He’d throw a huge surprise party, complete with decorations, balloons, and probably a cake with your face on it. “You forgot your birthday? Not on my watch!”

• He’d spend the entire night making sure you’re having fun, constantly checking in like, “You good? Need anything?”

• He’d make a toast at some point, hyping you up in front of everyone. “To the best person I know. Happy birthday, even if you forgot it!”

• You’d leave feeling like the most important person in the world.

Viktor

Viktor would make your birthday feel quietly magical.

• He’d notice you forgot and gently remind you by planning a thoughtful little surprise. “I didn’t forget, so you don’t have to.”

• The party would be small and intimate, with everything tailored to your preferences. Soft lighting, good conversation, and maybe even a little tinkering if you’re into it.

• He’d give you a heartfelt gift, saying something like, “I know your memory gets the best of you, but you’re unforgettable to me.”

Caitlyn

Caitlyn would be the QUEEN of thoughtful birthday surprises.

• She’d find out you forgot your birthday and immediately start planning something sweet and meaningful.

• The party would be elegant but not over-the-top—just enough to make you feel special. She’d definitely include all your favorite things.

• At some point, she’d pull you aside and say, “You might forget your birthday, but I’ll always remember. You’re worth celebrating.”

Mel Medarda

Mel would throw the most glamorous birthday party you’ve ever seen.

• She’d notice you forgot and smile to herself like, “Looks like I’ll have to step in.”

• The party would be GORGEOUS—fancy decor, delicious food, and a vibe that screams “luxury.”

• She’d take a moment to toast to you, saying something poetic like, “To the person who deserves more than they remember to ask for.”

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa would be direct but thoughtful.

• When she realizes you forgot your birthday, she’d be like, “How do you forget something like that? Never mind—I’ve got it handled.”

• The party would be practical but deeply meaningful—everything chosen with care to make sure you feel appreciated.

• She’d tell you at the end, “Don’t let yourself forget how much you mean to the people around you. We won’t let you.”

Heimerdinger

Heimerdinger would LOVE throwing you a surprise birthday party.

• He’d go all out with quirky decorations, fun activities, and maybe even a little invention to commemorate the day.

• “Ah, you forgot your birthday? No worries—I remembered for you!”

• The whole night would be filled with laughter and warmth, and he’d make sure you know just how much you’re appreciated.

Salo

Salo would be quiet but so sincere.

• He’d notice you forgot your birthday and take it upon himself to plan a small but meaningful celebration.

• The party would be simple but full of heart—just the right mix of people, good food, and a little reminder of how much you’re loved.

Scar

Scar would be CHAOTICALLY AMAZING.

• He’d be the one yelling, “YOU FORGOT YOUR BIRTHDAY? HOW???” while running around setting up decorations.

• The party would be loud, fun, and full of energy. He’d make sure you’re smiling the entire time, yelling stuff like, “This is YOUR day! Own it!”

Maddie Nolen

Maddie would be super sweet and thoughtful.

• She’d notice you forgot your birthday and plan something small but so full of love.

• She’d quietly make sure you’re comfortable and enjoying yourself, saying, “You might forget things sometimes, but I’ll never forget how special you are.”

Lest

Lest would be so kind and gentle about it.

• She’d realize you forgot and immediately start planning a little surprise to make you smile.

• The party would feel magical, like a fairytale, with every detail chosen just for you.

• She’d tell you at some point, “Even if your memory fails you, you have me to remind you.”

[tsukius]

How a date with them would look like ?

featuring: tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsurou, kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi

author’s note: sooo, no im not dead. i have so much works in my draft i swear, i just need time to clean then upload them.

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K.TSUKISHIMA

for a date, tsukki would take you to a quiet, cozy cafe. he loves the calm, relaxed atmosphere, and the chance to just sit and talk with you over a warm cup of tea or coffee. he'll pick a spot by the window, so you two can people-watch and make snarky comments together. tsukishima will also make sure to order your favorite treats, delighting in the way your face light up when you take that first bite.

throughout the date, he'll engage you in intellectual discussions, debating the merits of different artistic movements or the plot twists in both of your favorite books. but he also knows when to just sit back and listen, appreciating the way your eyes shine with passion as you share your own thoughts and opinions.

as the date winds down, tsukishima may suggest a stroll through a nearby park or museum, enjoying the quiet company. and when it's time to head home, he'll make sure to walk you to your door, maybe even stealing a soft, lingering kiss goodnight before reluctantly parting ways.

T.KUROO

kuroo is the type to plan an exciting, adventurous date for you. he might start by surprising you with tickets to a new art exhibit or a stand-up comedy show, knowing you'll appreciate the unique experiences. during the event, your boyfriend will be the perfect gentleman, his arm wrapped around your waist as he leans in to whisper teasing commentary in your ear.

after that, he'll take youto a trendy, dimly-lit restaurant, choosing a table tucked away in the corner for a more intimate setting. kuroo will insist on ordering a variety of tapas-style dishes, so you two can sample all sorts of flavors together. and of course, he'll make sure to pick out a bottle of your favorite drink to complement the meal.

as the night goes on, kuroo will guide youto a local park or rooftop bar, where you can stargaze and enjoy the city skyline. he'll hold you close, reveling in the way your head fits perfectly against his shoulder. and when it's time to part ways, he will steal one last, passionate kiss, his fingers tangled in your hair as he promises to plan an even better date next time.

T.KAGEYAMA

when it comes to dates, kageyama is a bit awkward and unsure of himself. but he knows that (if) you loves sports, he'll try to plan an active outing that caters to your interests. maybe he'll take you to a volleyball court and teach you some new skills, or challenge you to a game of one-on-one basketball. kageyama will be intensely focused, his brow furrowed in concentration as he coaches you and tries his best to impress you with his athletic prowess. but of course, if sports are really not your thing, he would have the same energy to do something you like.

after working up an appetite, kageyama will escort you to a casual, family-style restaurant, the kind with big portions and a lively atmosphere. he'll try his best to make conversation, asking you questions about your own hobbies and interests. and even though he might stumble over his words at times, kageyama will hang on your every word, captivated by the way you talk .as the date draws to a close, he might shyly suggest a walk through a quiet park or along the riverfront.

he'll be hyper-aware of your proximity, his fingers twitching with the urge to hold your hand. and when he finally musters up the courage to do so, kageyama will give your hand a gentle squeeze, his face flushed as he steals a quick, almost timid goodnight kiss.

W.USHIJIMA

for a date, ushijima would take his girlfriend to a serene, picturesque location- perhaps a scenic overlook or a quiet, secluded garden. he values tranquility and appreciates the chance to simply be present in the moment with you ushijima will pack a simple, but delicious picnic lunch, making sure to include all of your favorite foods.

during the date, he'll be attentive and engaged, listening intently as you share stories or thoughts. ushijima may not be the most talkative person, but he makes up for it by being a wonderful, thoughtful listener. he'll occasionally offer his own insights or observations, his deep voice calm and steady.

as the sun begins to set, ushijima will spread out a blanket, guiding you to sit beside him. you'll both watch the sky explode in brilliant hues of orange and pink, and he will subtly shift closer, his large hand covering yours. when the last of the daylight fades, he'll tuck you against his side, pressing a tender kiss to the top of you head. it may not be the most flashy or adventurous date, but for ushijima, it's the perfect way to cherish his time with the person he cares for most.

[ducktoo]

First love…till not?

Aespa’s Giselle x M!Reader

Note: uhhh this is gonna be some angst stuff

You knew it was coming.

It was inevitable, really. The moment you felt the coldness settle between you like a frigid barrier, a silent warning that all was not well.

This wasn’t what you imagined when you thought of love as a kid, all those times you ran across the playground with her, climbing trees and scrabbling through dirt together, shoulders bumping and laughter rising. Those were the days when the world felt simple, like it was just you and her against everything else. But somewhere along the way, things changed.

She changed.

Each day felt like a new level of hell with her, a twisted game of push and pull that you never signed up for. The little comments that once felt like playful teasing morphed into daggers aimed right at your heart.

“Are you really going to wear that?” she'd scoff, eyeing your outfit with disdain. “You know I can’t be seen with someone who dresses like they’ve just rolled out of bed.”

You tried to laugh it off, but the sting lingered.

And then there were the late-night texts, the ones that should have been sweet but instead came wrapped in barbs.

“You’re still at home? Wow, I figured you’d have outgrown that loser phase by now.” She’d dismiss your attempts at conversation with an eye-roll emoji, as if your thoughts were nothing more than noise.

But it didn’t stop there. Every time you shared an accomplishment, her reaction felt like a punch to the gut.

“Nice job, I guess. But did you really think you’d be the best? Get real.” The first time it happened, you’d been so proud of yourself. Now? It just made you feel small, insignificant.

And it wasn’t just the words. Her actions stung too.

When you invited her to your family’s gatherings, she’d show up late, tossing off excuses with a smirk, leaving you to face your relatives alone while they questioned your choices.

“You’re not going to let them set you up with anyone, right? I mean, look at you,” she’d say, and you’d feel your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

When you confronted her about it, you’d been hopeful, thinking maybe she just didn’t realize how her words affected you.

“Aeri, it hurts when you talk to me like that,” you’d say, voice trembling slightly. But instead of a comforting response, she’d laugh, brushing you off.

“It’s just how I am. If you can’t take a little heat, then maybe you shouldn’t be so sensitive.”

Every insult chipped away at your self-esteem, leaving you feeling raw and exposed. You found yourself hesitating to share anything with her, fearing her reaction would cut you deeper. Wasn’t love supposed to lift you up? Instead, she made you feel like you were constantly on the edge of a cliff, teetering between despair and defeat.

The breaking point arrived like a thief in the night. You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when Giselle plopped down next to you, scrolling through her own feed. “Why do you spend so much time staring at that? It’s embarrassing to watch,” she said, her tone dismissive, like she was talking to a child.

“Just catching up on things,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, but she rolled her eyes, the frustration bubbling up inside you.

“Just admit it—you’re wasting your life on this junk. You should be out doing something worthwhile instead of living in your phone.”

And that was it. That was the moment everything fell into place—the endless string of insults, the constant belittling, the nagging voice in your head that told you you were never good enough. You were exhausted, drained from the battle of trying to please her while she tore you down.

“Why do you talk to me like this?” you finally asked, voice soft but strained. “You… you didn’t used to. We didn’t used to be like this.”

For a moment, a flash of something crossed her face—surprise, maybe. But it was gone before you could even grasp it. She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Maybe you’ve just stopped living up to expectations. People change, you know. Or did you think you'd be the same forever?"

And there it was, her words hanging in the air like poison. You could feel your grip slipping, whatever shred of patience you’d been holding onto breaking apart. It felt like all those memories—the good ones—were slipping out of reach, fading like distant dreams.

With a deep breath, you gently pried her hand off your wrist, letting it drop. "I loved you, Aeri. So much. But… this isn’t love anymore. It can’t be."

For a moment, the silence was unbearable. She just looked at you, her gaze flickering between a hundred emotions that she was probably fighting to hold back.

But you couldn’t stay. Not this time. Without another word, you turned, letting the pain settle in your chest as you walked away. You didn’t look back—couldn’t look back—because if you did, you weren’t sure you’d be able to keep going.

And as you stepped out into the open air, the weight of it all came crashing down, the memories, the love, the heartbreak.

It was over.

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The days after the breakup passed in a blur. It was like walking through a fog where time lost meaning, and every step felt heavier than the last. You’d try to distract yourself, burying your head in anything that didn’t remind you of her—work, friends, even old hobbies you’d forgotten about.

But she was everywhere, haunting your thoughts like a ghost you couldn’t shake.

Every morning felt like waking up with a hollow ache, like something vital had been ripped away and left behind a void. You’d lie there, staring at the ceiling, and the thought of her would drift in, unbidden. You’d remember the warmth of her laugh, the way her eyes used to light up, the small things you’d loved about her before everything went cold. But then, as always, the memories of her words would resurface—the cutting remarks, the icy looks, the way she seemed to take joy in tearing you down. It was a twisted mix of love and hurt, a scar too deep to simply fade.

Yet, every time you felt the familiar ache start to ease, you’d see something that reminded you she’d moved on faster than you could even breathe. A passing rumour, a social media post, or friends mentioning her out at parties, laughing and smiling like she hadn’t lost a thing. It felt like a punch to the gut every time, like she’d left you struggling while she skipped off, unbothered.

One night, as you were out with friends, someone casually mentioned seeing her with someone else, some guy you vaguely remembered from school. “They looked close,” your friend said offhandedly, not knowing the silent chaos those words set off inside you. You forced a smile, tried to shrug it off, but inside, it felt like reopening an old wound. She had already moved on, it seemed. To her, whatever you’d had was just another chapter easily closed.

But for you, it wasn’t that simple.

You’d thought you’d hate her for it, for how quick she seemed to erase you from her life. But all you felt was numbness—a hollow ache that refused to fade. You wanted to forget her, to move on as easily as she had, but that scar ran too deep. It was the kind of hurt that sat heavy in your chest, that kept you awake at night, wondering if you’d meant anything to her at all.

-

For Giselle, it was different.

She had always been good at compartmentalizing, at locking away her emotions somewhere they couldn’t hurt her. To her, breaking up felt like ripping off a bandage—quick, clean, and necessary. She had convinced herself that it was better this way, that maybe her words hadn’t been that harsh, that maybe you just weren’t strong enough to handle her. It was easier that way, to justify it as your fault.

The first few weeks were easy enough. She threw herself into her life, meeting new people, going out more, laughing louder, living harder. To anyone watching, she seemed fine—more than fine, even. But every so often, in the quiet moments, she’d feel the echo of your absence, a strange emptiness that crept in like a shadow she couldn’t shake.

She would scroll through her phone, accidentally stumbling upon old photos of you and her, looking so carefree, so close. Her thumb would hover over the screen for a second, maybe two, before she would snap out of it, closing it out and shoving the memories back down. Those images, those memories—they belonged to a time that was over, she reminded herself.

You were just someone she’d grown out of, that was all.

But as the months went on, that hollow feeling gnawed at her more than she wanted to admit. She’d be at a party, surrounded by people, laughing and smiling, but somehow, she’d feel like something was missing. She’d catch herself looking for you in the crowd, expecting to see your familiar face, only to be met with strangers. She’d brush it off, remind herself that she’d made the right choice, that she’d only been honest with you, even if the truth hurt.

But every so often, in the quiet of her room, she’d find herself staring at her reflection, wondering if she’d been too harsh, if she’d let go of something too quickly. She hated admitting it, even to herself, but there was a part of her that felt like she’d lost more than she wanted to.

-

As for you, time passed, but the scar remained. You’d tried moving on, had even gone out on a few dates here and there. But no one quite fit, no one felt like home the way she had. You were left with memories that haunted you, moments that hurt to remember but felt impossible to forget. You knew, deep down, that she wasn’t the same girl you’d grown up with, that the person you’d loved was long gone.

And yet, the weight of it sat heavy, like an invisible chain holding you back.

You stopped going to the places you used to frequent together, stopped listening to the songs you both loved. You thought distance would help, that if you could just put enough space between you and her memory, you’d finally be free. But the scar she left was too deep. The memories didn’t fade; they stayed with you, a constant reminder of a love that had turned bitter.

The worst part was, you realized, that you still loved her in some twisted way. The memories of her, of the good times before everything fell apart, were a part of you that you couldn’t let go. She was a scar you couldn’t heal, a ghost you couldn’t escape.

And maybe, just maybe, a part of you was afraid that you’d never be able to let her go entirely.

-

Giselle wasn’t sure what went wrong.

One moment, she was heading home after yet another bad date, heels clicking against the pavement as she clutched her phone, scrolling through a string of half-hearted messages from the guy who’d seemed like a good match on paper but ended up as anything but. He’d been polite, decent-looking, even funny at times. But the entire night had felt… hollow. Forced. Empty in a way she couldn’t quite put into words.

She barely noticed her own steps changing direction, her feet carrying her somewhere familiar, somewhere she hadn’t been in ages. And before she knew it, she was standing at the edge of the old playground where you and she had spent countless afternoons together, racing down slides and swinging as high as you could go, daring each other to jump off at the last second.

The place hadn’t changed. The swings still creaked in that comforting, rusty way, and the worn-out slide was the same as ever. A wave of nostalgia hit her, stirring something deep inside. She almost smiled, but the ache in her chest was too sharp.

What had she even been thinking, she wondered, letting you go like that? She’d told herself it was your fault, that you’d been too sensitive, too weak. She’d built up a wall, convinced herself she’d done the right thing. But standing here, she felt the cracks in that wall spreading, threatening to bring everything down with it.

Her hand brushed over the chipped paint of the slide, a strange sadness bubbling up. She could almost see you there, hear your laughter, the way you’d tease her for being afraid to jump off the swing while you soared through the air without a second thought. Those moments had felt so simple, so… real.

She realized, with a sinking feeling, that maybe she’d lost the one person who had ever truly understood her.

She glanced around the empty playground, a hollow sense of regret settling in. She had dated since then, had gone out with people who showered her with compliments and treated her well enough. But none of them had ever made her feel the way you did. None of them had seen her the way you had. She tried to shake the thought away, but it clung to her, a stubborn ghost that refused to let go.

-

Meanwhile, you were… okay. Better than okay, actually.

It hadn’t been easy, getting over her. For months, the weight of her memory had felt like an anchor, dragging you down, keeping you tethered to a past that hurt to remember. But somewhere along the way, you’d managed to shake it off, bit by bit. You’d thrown yourself into new things, surrounded yourself with friends who brought out the best in you. Life was lighter now, free of the constant ache that used to sit heavy in your chest.

You’d learned to enjoy your own company again, to go out without the shadow of her looming over you. You went to new places, met new people, tried things you’d never thought to try before. There were days you didn’t think of her at all, days when you felt like yourself again, like a weight had lifted and you were free to be whoever you wanted to be.

One night, while out with friends, you found yourself laughing so hard your stomach hurt, genuinely, for the first time in a long time.

It was strange, realizing you didn’t miss her anymore.

The ache had faded, replaced by a sense of peace, a quiet acceptance of what was and what could never be again. You were okay with it. You were happy, even.

You hadn’t looked back at the old playground in months, hadn’t let yourself go back to the places that reminded you of her. You’d finally put that chapter behind you.

And it felt…liberating.

-

Back at the playground, Giselle sat down on one of the swings, her hands loosely gripping the chains as she rocked back and forth, letting the memories wash over her. She could almost hear your voice, the way you’d laugh as you tried to push her higher, always challenging her to go beyond what she thought she could. Back then, she’d loved that about you. Now, she felt the loss of it, sharp and unrelenting.

She was supposed to have moved on. That’s what she’d told herself, what she’d wanted to believe.

But in the quiet of the night, alone in a place filled with ghosts of what used to be, she felt the sting of regret settle in her chest like a wound that wouldn’t heal. It was different from her other breakups, the kind that left her with nothing more than a faint memory, forgotten after a few weeks. This one hurt in a way she hadn’t expected, a scar too deep to ignore.

Maybe the both of you were childhood friends? Maybe the both of you were each other's first love? Maybe this was you two's first break up?

It hit her, suddenly, how much she missed you. How much she missed *everything*—the quiet talks, the shared laughs, the way you’d been there for her, even when she pushed you away. She’d tried to bury it, to pretend it hadn’t mattered, but now, sitting alone in the darkness, she couldn’t escape it.

And maybe, she realized with a bitter smile, this was the cost of letting someone who truly cared about you slip away. The echoes of what could have been lingered, haunting her with every swing of the chains, every quiet creak.

She wondered if you’d forgiven her, if you’d moved on the way she was supposed to. The thought hurt more than she wanted to admit, but she knew she’d never get an answer. You were out there somewhere, living a life she wasn’t part of anymore. And she had no one to blame but herself.

The playground was empty and silent as she rose from the swing, feeling the weight of her own choices settle in, unshakeable.

-

The tunes whistled from your mouth were light and airy.

You decided to take a break from your routine one evening, heading out to grab some groceries. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the streets as you walked down familiar paths, feeling at ease in the skin you were slowly rediscovering. Life felt good, lighter without the weight of your past relationship clinging to you. The grocery store was just around the corner, and as you pushed through the automatic doors, the familiar sounds of carts and chatter surrounded you.

You grabbed a basket and began making your way through the aisles, casually tossing in essentials—bread, eggs, some snacks for your late-night snacks. The mundane act of grocery shopping was comforting, a small, simple pleasure. But as you rounded the corner into the liquor section, you froze.

Giselle.

Arms full of booze, like she was gearing up for a rough night. She wore the same careless look she’d always worn, lips slightly pursed, eyes focused on the labels with a calculated indifference. And then, without thinking, you let out a small, involuntary laugh.

It was almost comical, really.

After everything, after the breakup and the haunting memories, here she was, acting like nothing had changed. Like she could just keep moving on in that easy, self-assured way of hers. But something about the way she clutched that last bottle, fingers trembling just slightly, caught you off guard.

“Hey,” you found yourself saying, before you could think better of it.

She looked up, eyes widening slightly, then narrowed into something unreadable. “What are you doing here?” Her tone was sharp, almost mocking. Same old Giselle. She gave a short, cold laugh, tossing her hair back as if to brush you off like you were nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience.

“Just… groceries.” You shrugged, feeling the awkwardness settle between you. But something kept you there, rooted to the spot. Despite everything, you couldn’t walk away.

She watched you for a moment, her mouth twisting into something almost like a smirk, but there was a crack in her facade that you could see now—a vulnerability that hadn’t been there before. She tried to hide it, tried to carry herself with that same arrogant pride, but it was different. Her eyes looked hollow, a little desperate.

Without another word, you took some of the bottles from her, your hands brushing for a second. She didn’t resist, didn’t argue. She just looked away, almost embarrassed, and it was the most real she’d been in a long time.

“Let me at least walk you back,” you said, more of a statement than a question. "You don't want to just sleep on the street now, right?"

“Suit yourself,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “Not like I need your help, though.” Her voice was cold, dismissive, but the flicker of pain in her eyes betrayed her. She’d always been too proud to show any weakness, to admit when she was struggling.

The walk was quiet, filled with that uncomfortable silence that you both knew too well. She stumbled once, catching herself on your arm. You didn’t say anything, just steadied her, feeling the weight of everything left unspoken between you. Her grip tightened, and you could feel her fingers digging into your arm, like she was holding on to something more than just her balance.

After a while, you realized where you were headed—a nondescript hotel on the edge of town, the kind that began to run down after a few years, the kind with rooms that can be comparable to a prison cell. She let go of your arm, a bit too quickly, her face flushing as she fumbled with her keys.

“Staying here?” You couldn’t keep the surprise out of your voice.

“Just for now,” she replied, jaw clenched, defiance in her eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Why not just… I don’t know, go home? Or crash at a friend’s place?” You tried to keep the curiosity out of your tone, but the question hung heavy in the air.

She scoffed, but it sounded hollow, forced. “Why would I? I can take care of myself. Don’t need anyone.” But her voice wavered, just slightly, and for a second, she looked like she might break. She didn’t want to admit it, but you could see it in her eyes—she was struggling.

You sighed, a mix of frustration and pity welling up inside you. “Aeri… what are you doing?” You shook your head, feeling the weight of everything come rushing back, all the hurt, the pain she’d put you through. “This is just… horrible. Why are you even putting yourself through this?”

Her eyes flashed, that old arrogance flaring up. “What, you think I need you to tell me what to do?” She crossed her arms, glaring at you, but you could see the hint of desperation beneath the bravado.

“Actually, yeah,” you shot back, feeling your anger rise. “Because this? This isn’t strength, Aeri. This is you hiding, pretending like you don’t need anyone. Like you didn’t just ruin everything because you couldn’t handle being honest.”

She laughed, but it was a hollow, bitter sound. “Oh, and you’re the expert now?” Her voice was mocking, but her eyes betrayed her. “You don’t get it. I did it for us. I thought… I thought if I made you think I was all you had, that you’d never leave.”

You felt your chest tighten, anger flaring up like a wildfire. “All you had to do was be real with me! All you had to do was let me see the real you, not this… mask you wore every day. You broke me down, Aeri. And for what? Some twisted idea that I’d stay because I had no choice?”

She looked away, her hands clenched at her sides, her mouth a thin, stubborn line. “I didn’t think… I didn’t think you’d actually go.” Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with a raw vulnerability you’d never seen before.

“Well, I did. Because you left me with no choice.” You felt the weight of those words, felt the pain they carried. “And now… it’s too late. I can’t go back to who I was with you. You broke that part of me, Aeri.”

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but no words came. Instead, she just stood there, staring at you, her pride shattered, her arrogance stripped away. And for the first time, you saw her—really saw her—raw, broken, and alone.

You stepped back, letting out a shaky breath. “Goodbye, Aeri. Our love was great…until it wasn't. ”

As you turned to leave, you heard it—a faint, choked sound, like the start of a sob. You didn’t turn around, didn’t let yourself look back. But in that moment, you knew. She was crying, silently, the first real tears for everything you’d both lost.

And you walked away, leaving her with the fragments of a love that could never be whole again.

[courtingchaos]

“My dad was a happy drunk.” The crackle of his inhale is right in your ear. “At least when he was still doing it regularly.” He holds the cigarette over for you to take. “I don’t know what he’s like now…like that.” He peters off for a moment, shimmying his shoulders across the old hardwood so one touches one of yours.

Laying oposite each other, heads in the crooks of each others necks, he glances over to see you staring holes through the ceiling.

“He never treated me like shit, not like that, like other kids. I can be grateful for that.” He takes the cigarette back from you when you hold it over his face. “It was after my mom died. It’s like he realized suddenly I could talk back and he forgot to treat me like a kid.” It’s his turn to stare at the ceiling while the ember dances around his words. “I was very suddenly his best friend. Always called me ‘pal’ but now? When he was home? It was like I was on the barstool next to him.” He’s not gonna cry about this. “I hated that shit.”

Another hand off, only this time he digs out his own smoke so you two can be in a haze together.

“So by the time I got to middle school, I didn’t have a dad, I had some guy who sometimes lived in the house with me.”

“Wait, you were living alone?”

He turns his head when you break your hours long silence, nodding as best he can while laying on the floor.

“Yeah. I didn’t move in with Wayne until ‘85.”

You stare at him for moment before turning back to face the ceiling.

“Anyways, it was a Fourth of July thing with some of his buddies. Someone forgot they were holding a bottle rocket and not a Roman candle and at the end of it all I had about half a head of singed hair.” He can remember the smell. Almost sour as the burnt strands crumbled on his shoulder and his dad has started laughing. Talking about near misses and being lucky but he hadn’t felt lucky. “Whole drive home he was trying to crack jokes and I wasn’t having it.” He takes a deep breath that makes the ember glow brightly. “I started crying and he told me to man up. I think he was sobering up, probably shook him to see me covered in soot.

“When we got home he took me into the bathroom and just shaved it all off. Didn’t put a fucking guard on it or anything. I don’t think I’d ever had hair that short, not since I was like…little.” He turns to stare at you then, eyes tracing the shell of your ear where your hair wisps around it in short curls. “He told me it was fine and that it looked better than before. Said the long hair made me look like a queer.”

That earns him a huff from you. One last puff of smoke into the ceiling before you stub out the butt into the ashtray near your elbow.

“I say all of that to tell you my opinion doesn’t matter. The people at work or the grocery store, it literally doesn’t matter.”

You spent the past two days crying about it but it seems your either over it or past the worst of it.

“If it upsets you, it upsets you and nothing I say is gonna make it better. I’m not gonna change your mind.” He holds his hand out across his chest and waits for you to grab it. “I’m sorry it didn’t come out the way you wanted, I know this keeps happening.”

“I didn’t think my hair meant so much to me.” You aren’t crying but the emotion weighs down your words, this he knows after years of practice.

“It’s okay that it did.”

“Feels stupid to cry over a bad haircut.”

He hums and shakes his head and doesn’t tell you it’s not stupid, you already know that. Simple things mean a lot, he knows that fickle game of attachment. He also knows that while his opinion does matter to you on some infinitesimal level, he doesn’t need to constantly remind you that it’s okay. He didn’t start a relationship with you over your hair. It’s just hair is something he’ll be able to say a few days from now when you finally start styling it and talking about a new product you bought. It’s a waiting game that he doesn’t mind waiting through, not with you. However he will remind you of one thing.

“Regardless, you’re still the prettiest girl I know.”

You laugh, something real but quiet, the first one in a few days. “Shut up.”

[hughesybear]

thinking about them (extensive Petey & Quinn thoughts below cut)

so! Hughes and Pettersson, Quinn and Elias, Huggy and Petey. the natural and the savant. the “odd couple” holding out for contracts together in Michigan. named alternate captains at the same time; when Petey was asked about Quinn being named captain, he said “Quinn is the captain and we’re happy.” the title of best player on the Canucks fluctuates between them season-to-season.

they are so similar in so many ways. quieter personalities, lead-by-example types, relentless drives to improve. people who care deeply about their communities. a perfect fit for the leadership dynamic alongside each other.

Quinn on Petey: “I think our skill sets are complimentary.”

Petey on Quinn: “We think the game very similarly.”

leading up to his draft, Petey broke his shot down into twelve component parts and mastered each one because he knew it was viewed as a weakness; leading up to his Norris-winning season, Quinn improved his shot to the extent that it became a legitimate weapon, and it’s gotten even better this year. the day after he got drafted, Petey came back to the Canucks’ draft table for the later rounds to learn about their process and the players they were picking after him; the offseason after playing the Predators in the playoffs, Quinn consulted with Allvin to sign Sherwood, who has been an amazing fit with the Canucks so far this season. they both see exactly what the team requires from them in order to improve, and they don’t stop at anything to get better, whether it’s their own game, working with their teammates, or any other aspect of the team.

Petey was at Quinn’s captaincy press conference, and Quinn was at Petey’s contract extension press conference. both so skilled, so cerebral, so creative, and yet so different in how people perceive them, but their similarities on the ice unify them nonetheless.

Petey on rooming with Quinn:

What are the best and worst parts about rooming with Huggy Bear on the road?

He is the messiest guy I know! He’s going to say I’m throwing him under the bus, but it’s time for a change!

Is he one of those guys that lives out of his suitcase?

Oh, gosh, that’s the perfect explanation. He steps into the hotel room, I’m trying to be neat, put my bag where it’s not taking up space. Then he comes in, throws the bag in the middle of the room, open it up, takes out his suits, puts it over the chair. Lays in bed, kicks off his shoes. Then his socks off, just kicks them too. He’s very messy. On the good side, he doesn’t talk that much! No, but we put on movies. Netflix. We have similar taste, similar interest in what movies we like. It’s fun.

Quinn on rooming with Petey:

Petey called you a messy guy, what was Elias Pettersson like as a roommate last year?

I read the thing, he’s just so dramatic. Let’s just leave it at that […] Me and Petey are really tight so I loved it. We had a lot of fun together. We don’t have roommates this year in the hotels but I think me and him both miss each other and would want to roommate […] But yeah, we had a lot of fun, he’s one of my best friends so we had some good times too.

they’ve come a long way from rooming together five years ago, and now they find themselves in a position they’ve been in from the moment Petey scored his first goal on his first shot in his first NHL game - bearing the burden of the franchise together. enjoy the future, folks, here it is right now! except it isn’t, not all of it, because three of the six Canucks that were with the team five years ago are currently out of the lineup.

so what do Hughes and Pettersson do? they step up. they lead in tandem. roommates, franchise cornerstones, brunch pals - some of those things are in the past, but they still share what they have in common on the ice, and so many things off the ice as well.

they bleed for this team in the same way, in the same places, for the same cause.

Which teammate would you choose to make a playlist, if those were the only songs you would be able to listen to for the rest of your life?

Quinn Hughes: “Petey.”

[aerithium]

Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney Review!

*Spoilers Ahead*

★ Score: 8/10 ★ Date Finished: October 13th, 2024 ★ Final Thoughts: At a little over the half way point of this game, I found it leaving so much to be desired. The first case starts off so strong, with a really gripping twist of Apollo's current mentor being the culprit and creating a jarring change in Phoenix Wright since we last saw him. But the following two cases don't keep up that intrigue and energy. They are no means bad and are still vital to the game by the time you reach its finale but on the surface and in the moment of playing both cases, they don't seem to offer anything to an overarching plot besides the aforementioned "case that occurred seven years ago". I think I was expecting these cases each to deliver more than they did. But I was by no means disappointed with them as they each have interesting aspects nonetheless (setups, characters, trials, etc). The reason this game actually shines is what it does in its final case. Ace Attorney's tried and true moment to find out what this "x amount of years ago" has meant all this time, and I will be excited for it every time. It starts as something that seems rather uninvolved (a shut in painter has been murdered and they think his daughter did it) but over time it becomes clear that this case is intertwined with the one from seven years ago. The slow realization as the player begins to put pieces together and realize everything before them has been intertwined, or even tangled together, is a feeling that really sticks. From Zak being the first victim, the reveal of Trucy and Apollo's mother, and Wright's obvious pulling of the strings, it is all so fun to uncover. Watching Wright best Kristoph from behind the scenes is what makes it all the more satisfying. The characters in this game are a real treat too, as well as their interactions with one another. Finally getting a prosecutor that isn't at our throats and is also just interested in revealing the truth is refreshing (and Klavier and Apollo's slight flirting makes it all the better ;3). I really enjoyed the gimmick in this game, Apollo's bracelet can add a little extra challenge to the trials and I enjoyed that it as thoroughly explained eventually because I had my doubts. Also getting to break open some psyche-locks for a little was super fun. The music does not disappoint in this game either, Klavier's theme is probably up there in some of my favorite tracks from the franchise.

[cailinsblog]

hey could you do “to be dad Quinn Hughes “just him during the 9 months of pregnancy. The ups, downs, cravings, belly talk, cuddle’s and fluff whils reader feels like a balloon.☺️

Yes girl thank you so much for the request 💕💕

I hope you like it

To Be Dad Quinn Hughes | Quinn

Quinn hughes x reader

Masterlist

It was a crisp autumn evening in Vancouver, and Quinn Hughes sat at the kitchen counter of his and Y/N’s cozy apartment, swirling a mug of hot cocoa between his hands. The season had started, but tonight, there was no practice, no game. Just him, his wife, and the soft glow of the lights that hung overhead, casting a warm ambiance across the room. He wasn’t thinking about hockey—at least not at the moment. His thoughts were entirely consumed by the tiny life growing inside Y/N.

Nine months. It felt like time had both dragged and flown by all at once. Quinn hadn’t known what to expect when Y/N first told him they were pregnant. They were both still so young, only just starting their lives together, but the idea of becoming a father filled him with a nervous excitement.

His hand instinctively rested on her swollen belly, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath. Y/N was sitting across from him on the couch, a thick, soft blanket draped over her lap. Her feet were propped up on the coffee table, swollen and sore from the pressure of carrying their baby. She had told him, with a playful smirk, that she felt like a balloon, about to float away at any moment.

"I’m definitely going to pop," she teased, rubbing her stomach, watching his eyes soften.

"No way," Quinn chuckled, setting his cocoa down on the counter. "You’re more like… a really cute balloon, if that's possible."

Y/N laughed, the sound light and melodic, and Quinn couldn’t help but grin. He walked over and sat down beside her, reaching for her hand.

"I can’t believe we’re almost there," Quinn said, his voice quieter now, more contemplative. "Like… this time next month, we could be parents."

Y/N’s eyes glistened as she nodded. "I know. I’m nervous, but… also so excited. I feel like I’m going to burst any second, but in the best way."

Quinn leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the toll nine months of pregnancy had taken on her body, but he also saw the love and anticipation that filled her every word and action. The pregnancy had been tough on her in ways he hadn’t imagined—it wasn’t just the cravings or the endless bathroom trips in the middle of the night, or the aching back that made her wince every time she got up. It was the little things too, like how sometimes she’d burst into tears over nothing at all, or how she’d suddenly need him to hold her, just to feel close.

The hormonal shifts had brought some intense moments, but Quinn had learned to roll with the punches. He had also discovered the magic of comfort food.

“Do you want me to make you something?” he asked, his brow furrowing. He had become an expert in midnight snack runs, raiding the pantry for whatever odd combination Y/N had craved that night. From pickles and peanut butter to an entire jar of olives—nothing was off the table.

Y/N shook her head, though, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I think… I think I want more cuddles tonight. You know… I’m kind of getting sick of feeling like I’m this big, puffy balloon, but when you hold me, I feel like I’m safe and… not as big?”

Quinn’s heart melted. He leaned over, placing a gentle kiss on her lips before wrapping his arms around her. She nestled against his chest, letting out a satisfied sigh as her head found its familiar resting place beneath his chin.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Quinn murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He gently traced the curve of her belly with his fingers, the baby’s soft movements barely noticeable but enough to make Quinn’s heart skip a beat.

“I love you too, Quinn,” she replied, her voice low and soft, a gentle warmth spreading through her chest.

For the past few months, Quinn had done his best to anticipate her needs. From setting up her favorite pillows on the couch so she could lounge comfortably, to joining her for walks around the neighborhood to help with the swelling in her legs. He was there through every small milestone, from the first ultrasound to the baby’s first kicks, to the night Y/N had cried because she couldn’t find her favorite sweater. Every moment, he was learning more about himself and about the family they were building together.

Tonight, however, was one of those quiet, peaceful moments that made all the hustle and chaos of the season feel secondary. The two of them, together, in their small corner of the world.

“I was thinking,” Quinn said after a long silence, his voice playful again. “Maybe I should start talking to the baby. You know, like… get them used to my voice?”

Y/N laughed, her belly vibrating lightly against his chest. “You mean like ‘Hey, little one, you better not be pulling any goalie moves in there’?” She smiled, but there was a soft, wistful look in her eyes.

Quinn nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly. I’ll teach them everything they need to know about hockey. No pressure, just a little goalie lesson here and there.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but Quinn could see the hint of adoration in her gaze. “You’re ridiculous. You’re going to be such a good dad.”

Quinn’s heart swelled at her words. He hadn’t fully believed it, not yet, but hearing her say it filled him with a sense of pride. He wanted to be the best father he could be, to guide their child through life with the same love and care that he’d felt from his own family.

"Maybe we should start a playlist for the baby?" Quinn suggested, his voice suddenly filled with excitement. "Something to help them get used to hearing your voice, too. I think our kid will be a fan of classic rock."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Classic rock? We’ll have to see about that,” she teased. “Maybe some soft lullabies first.”

Quinn grinned and pulled out his phone. “I’ll make the playlist right now. You and the baby will be rocking out by next week.”

He started scrolling through his music library, humming along to the song choices. Y/N watched him, her eyes softening as she admired the man she had married. Even in the midst of all the exhaustion, the constant adjustments, and the unknowns, he had become everything she had ever dreamed of in a partner. The thought of him becoming a dad—it made her heart skip a beat.

“I really can’t wait to see you with our baby,” Y/N said quietly, her voice thick with emotion.

Quinn paused mid-scroll, his fingers hovering over the phone. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she continued, reaching up to cup his face, “you’re going to be an amazing dad. I know it. The way you take care of me now—when the baby gets here? You’re going to be incredible. I can’t wait to see you holding them, teaching them, just… being their dad.”

Quinn blinked a few times, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He could feel the depth of her words settling in, stirring something deep within him. He’d always thought of himself as a hockey player, but now he was thinking of himself as a father. And that? That felt like something so much bigger than anything else.

"I’m going to try my best," Quinn whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I promise you that."

Y/N smiled, the weight of her pregnancy momentarily forgotten as she snuggled closer to him. “I know you will. You already are.”

---

As the weeks passed and the season continued, Quinn made it a point to spend every free moment with Y/N, keeping her calm, making sure she was comfortable, and filling their home with laughter and love. He was constantly amazed by how strong she was, how patient she remained despite the aches and exhaustion, and how she still managed to crack jokes and make him laugh.

And then, one night—when Y/N was nearing the end of her pregnancy and Quinn was gearing up for a tough road trip—he found himself lying beside her, holding her as she dozed off.

“Almost there, huh?” he whispered softly to her sleeping form.

Y/N mumbled something in her sleep, a half-smile forming on her face. It was moments like these—quiet, simple, and filled with love—that Quinn knew, beyond any doubt, that he was ready. Ready to be the dad he never knew he could be. And with Y/N by his side? He was ready for anything.

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THE BEST FRIENDS RULE 9-JOBE BELLINGHAM

Part.1,Part.2,Part.3,Part.4,Part.5,Part.6,Part.7,Part.8,Part.10, Final Part.

When Jobe returned to Elena, he tried to keep a calm expression, but there was growing tension in his heart. He still had the memory of kissing you, and even if he didn’t want to make it too heavy, every second that passed seemed like the secret was getting harder to hide.

Elena stared at him with a gaze that betrayed an unsettling curiosity, as if she was trying to read every detail in his face. His hands were slightly crossed in front of him, and his stiff posture indicated that he was not going to let go so easily.

"Jobe," began Elena, in a tone that didn’t leave room for easy answers, "is there anything you need to tell me?"

Jobe stopped for a moment, his heart beat fast for an instant. There was a strange feeling in the air, a mixture of fear and nervousness. He tried to keep calm, but could not prevent the tension from being felt in his voice.

"What do you mean?" he replied with a forced smile, trying to look indifferent, but his gaze was slightly anxious. "What’s going on?"

Elena looked at him carefully, her piercing eyes that seemed to analyze every word, every gesture. She was becoming increasingly aware that something was wrong, and her intuition was pushing her to seek an answer.

"I don’t know," Elena said slowly, "it’s just... I heard some things. And I didn’t like the fact that you were talking to Y/N earlier."

Jobe became more tense, but tried not to show it. "What are you talking about?" tried to mask the nervousness behind a facade of indifference. "Y/N is just a friend, Elena. There’s nothing between us."

But the words sounded unconvincing. Elena had noticed something in the way Jobe behaved, in the way he had avoided looking her in the eye for too long. Something was wrong, and she could feel it in her gut.

"If that’s so, then why are you acting so strange?" he asked, his look increasingly accusatory. "You’re not telling me everything, Jobe. Something is wrong. And I know you’re hiding something."

Jobe sighed, trying to find a way out of the situation. "Elena, I’m telling you the truth. Nothing strange is happening. I was just talking to Y/N, that’s all."

But Elena didn’t seem convinced. His face had become more serious, and his mind was running fast trying to put together the pieces of that puzzle he could not understand. The tension between them was palpable, as if every word was a game to mask what was really happening.

"You don’t seem convinced either," said Elena, crossing her arms. "Jobe, if there’s something you’re hiding from me, I want to know. I don’t like it when you treat me like I’m stupid."

Jobe was silent, his hands nervously passing through her hair. He could not find an answer that would have reassured her. His heart was beating in his chest, as he tried desperately to hide the truth that could destroy everything.

"There’s nothing, Elena. I swear to you," he said finally in a lower voice, but his mind knew that he wasn’t telling the truth.

Elena did not settle for that answer. She came even closer, looking him straight in the eye. "I don’t believe you, Jobe. And I don’t want to hear excuses this time."

The silence that followed was heavy, as if the world around them had stopped. Jobe knew that Elena was beginning to understand, that she was putting the pieces together. But at that point, there was no way out. Those words struck Jobe like a fist. His heart began to beat wildly, and his mind filled with panic. He had tried to hide everything just to avoid such a situation, but now Elena was putting him back against the wall.

"Elena, you’re overreacting," she started, but her voice was shaking. "I and y/n don’t... I mean, she’s your sister. You know, right? There’s nothing... special between us."

Elena looked at him intensely, trying to figure out if he was lying. "Then why is it that every time you disappear it’s always when she’s around? And why every time you look at each other it feels like there’s something you don’t want to tell me? Jobe, tell me the truth."

Jobe’s anxiety reached its climax, and in a desperate attempt to convince her, he made a mistake that he knew he could not make right. " y/n? She’s just a spoiled, arrogant girl! All her sarcasm, all her attitude... do you really think I can feel anything for her? It’s just a game for her, like everything else! I’m not stupid, Elena."

The words came out of his mouth too sharp, too fast to stop them. Jobe soon realized what he had said, but the damage was done. In the silence that followed, the door of the courtroom opened.

You were there. You didn’t know how long you had been listening, but your eyes clearly said it: you heard everything. For a moment, your face betrayed an emotion, a deep wound that was reflected in your eyes, but it recovered almost immediately. In a blink of an eye, you had already put on your mask of coldness and sarcasm.

"Wow, Jobe. What a statement of affection," you said, in a tone that exuded indifference. "Really touching. You have a talent for making a girl feel special." You stepped into the room, your gaze pointed at him with a frosty coldness. " Don’t worry, I won’t bother you with my arrogant presence anymore."

Then you turned to Elena, with a cold and ironic smile. "I hope you’re happy, little sister. You always wanted your own Jobe, and it looks like you did." Your voice was sharp, but the pain hidden was not difficult to sense for those who really knew you.

Before Jobe could say anything, you turned around and left the room with a firm step, leaving them both alone.

Elena seemed relieved, as if her world had been balanced. "See? It was just a misunderstanding. y/n has always been like this: she enjoys playing with people, but it never lasts." He looked at Jobe with a light smile. " Now everything can go back to normal, right?"

But Jobe didn’t answer. His gaze was fixed on the door where you had just gone out. Guilt was eating him up. He said those words only to protect your secret, but there was nothing that could justify the pain it caused you. The image of your wounded eye kept tormenting him, and the knowledge that you had ruined everything made him feel miserable.

"Jobe?" asked Elena, noticing her silence.

He looked down, unable to look at her. "Yes... sure," she murmured, but her voice was empty. In his heart, he knew that he had lost something precious.

Jobe remained silent, the weight of his words still in mind. Every moment that passed, the remorse grew, and the image of you leaving the room with that cold mask did not stop tormenting him.

He realized how much he had ruined everything, in a desperate attempt to defend your secret. He had ended up hurting the very person he cared about most, and now he felt trapped between Elena’s disappointment and the pain he had caused you.

Elena, ignoring her upset expression, seemed happy to have made things clear. "See, Jobe? It was just a game after all. You don’t have to worry about her, she’s not worth it."

But those words sounded empty and meaningless to him. He did not want to hear them, because in his heart he knew that it was he who had made the game too painful a reality.

"Elena... I need some air," he said finally, unable to bear the weight of the conversation. Before she could say anything else, she walked away from the room.

Jobe wandered the halls, trying to find a way to make up for it. Every step he took brought him back to the same conclusion: he had lost an important part of himself in trying to protect what was most dear to him.

---

The week that followed was a real hell for Jobe. Every day at school he saw you, but you became like an unreachable shadow. You didn’t even look at him, not even a sarcastic joke, nothing. It was as if he no longer existed for you, and this icy silence hurt him more than any word.

Jobe felt the weight of your absence, that void he could not fill. Even Elena had noticed his gloomy mood, but every time she tried to cheer him up, he just answered her carelessly, his thoughts always turned to you.

Every night he tormented himself, thinking about the way he had hurt you. He saw your broken look, that pain hidden behind your forced indifference. He wanted to talk to you, explain that those words were not real, that he had only said it to protect your secret. But he lacked courage, and every time he tried to approach, your cold and distant gaze blocked him.

Once, when you were passing by him in the corridor, he tried to stop you. He opened his mouth to call you, but you had looked up without the slightest emotion and had continued, leaving him there, powerless and frustrated.It was clear by now that ignoring him was your new weapon, and you were hitting right at the heart, even without uttering a single word.

But the real torment came when Jobe went to Elena’s house. Every time you entered the room, it was a struggle not to stare at you. It seemed like you were doing it on purpose: you wore short skirts that left your perfect legs uncovered, or dresses that highlighted your curves. You were often preparing to go out, spraying that coconut and vanilla scent on you that made Jobe sick - not because he didn’t like it, but because he knew it was an irresistible lure for everyone who would meet you.

One evening, Jobe was on the couch with Elena working on a school project, but his mind was elsewhere. You had just passed them, wearing a black fitted dress with your back uncovered. The high heels made their click-click sound on the floor as you walked towards the entrance. Jobe could not help but follow you with his eyes.

When you stopped in front of the mirror to get your hair done, Jobe noticed how the dress glided perfectly over your body. It was too much. " Do you really have to go out like this?" he found himself thinking, even though he knew he had no right to say that.

You didn’t even look at him, but you seemed to know he was watching you. You smiled at yourself, probably satisfied with how much you could torment him without even talking to him.

"Jobe?" Elena reminded him of reality, noting his distraction. "Are you connected or not? I asked you to calculate this part."

"Huh? Yeah, sorry," he stuttered, trying to concentrate on the paper in front of him. But the thought of you coming out and probably being surrounded by guys ready to try it made him crazy.

Shortly after, you went back to the living room to get your bag. Jobe couldn’t help himself. "Where are you going tonight?" asked, trying to sound random but failing miserably.

You looked at him for a moment, your cold and emotionless gaze. " I don’t think it’s any of your business," you replied, with a dry and distant tone. Then you turned to Elena. "I’ll be back late. Don’t wait up."

Before you left, however, you stopped at the threshold and gave Jobe one last look, a look he could not decipher. Perhaps there was a hint of disappointment, perhaps just coldness. Then you left, leaving him there with a sense of emptiness that seemed to not want to leave him.

Elena, unaware of the tension, chuckled. "Forget it. It’s always like that when she prepares to go out. She has to be mysterious."

Jobe didn’t answer. Inside, remorse and frustration mixed in an explosive cocktail. Seeing you go away like that, knowing that others could have what he had lost, was slowly wearing him out.

That evening, Jobe stayed at Elena’s house longer than necessary, trying to finish the project with a concentration now almost non-existent. But every time he looked down at the paper, he saw only the image of you in that dress, your perfume that seemed to still float in the air.

Elena noticed his agitation and threw a curious glance at him. "All right, Jobe? You’re acting strange tonight."

"Yes, of course," he replied quickly, forcing a smile. But Elena didn’t seem convinced, and she looked at him with her frown.

"Are you sure? Since Y/N has come out, you seem even more distracted," he said, looking at him suspiciously.

Jobe shrank, trying to mask the annoyance. "I’m just tired, and this project is a nightmare," he lied.

Elena sighed, dropping the subject. But, inside, Jobe knew he would not find peace.

Later, as he returned home, his thoughts flooded his mind in a whirlwind of emotions. He saw that scene in slow motion: your icy look, the way you ignored him with indifference, and that sentence - "I don’t think it’s any of your business."

He was used to your sarcasm and enigmatic attitude, but now he seemed different, more sharp, like a blade that stuck right in his heart. Jealousy and remorse devoured his soul, making it difficult even to sleep that night. He kept wondering where you were, who was with you, if you were laughing with someone like you used to laugh with him.

The next day, as she walked through the school hallways, she saw you ahead surrounded by friends who laughed at your jokes. You seemed quiet, even carefree, and Jobe felt a thick of envy growing inside him. He missed seeing you so close, feeling next to you, knowing that your gaze was reserved for him.

That farce was becoming untenable

[everlastingdream]

Part 1 - Part 7 - Part 8

Kara bathed in the artificial light, feeling her powers restoring. But it didn't help with her tangled thoughts at all.

J'onn and Alex was planning a mission, Winn was checking the equipment. And Lena...

After declaring that Lilian Luthor was the culprit, Lena's image blurred even with Winn's device still working. She silently took a step outside of the room to disappear completely.

Lena looked really shaken. But then she appeared ten minutes later, face resolute, only to start helping Winn. They seem able to communicate through gestures alone and judging by his exclamations Lena made some good suggestions.

Honestly speaking, Kara was shaken herself. It's not that she was that afraid to face Lilian Luthor, but the thought about the fact that the woman who called herself Lena's mother (even just for the sake of public appearances) tried to kill her... Anger started to boil inside Kara. For her cousin, for innocent people Luthor family hurt, and for Lena.

"Kara? Is everything alright?"

Alex stepped inside the room in dark googles which made her look silly, and Kara smiled despite the situation.

"Yes, thanks, Alex. I think I need another couple of minutes and we can start".

"It's good. But I'm still not sure if we need to do it now. It will be better if have another day or two to get ready".

"Maybe, but I agree with J'onn. We don't know if Lilian knows that we have Lena's files, so it's better to do it fast, even if we won't take her in custody".

"Yes-yes, I know. We'll do it like you both decided. But I was talking about you. Are you okay?" Her sister looked worried even in her funny googles.

"As much as I can", Kara said truthfully, closing her eyes. "I'm nervous about going into Cadmus base, knowing it can have kryptonite. And..."

Alex just waited for her to continue.

"I kinda don't want to go there. I will need to come to terms that Lena... I want to help, really. And I know it was just couple of days, but... I see her, Alex. I hear her. I talk with her. I... I don't want to see her dead body".

They just sat here in silence. Alex, a steady presence by her side. They both pretended that tears didn't slide down her cheeks.

/ / / / / / / / /

"Kara", Lena was floating near, once again visible to only one person.

"Yes, Lena?" Kara wanted to call her name again. To call her enough times so that her name is permanently etched inside her mind.

"Thank you for your help. If not for you... I would've been stuck inside that apartment for eternity. Meeting you was the best moment of my afterlife". Lena chuckled but it sounded wet. Kara couldn't bring herself to look at her.

"I'm glad to meet you too. Even if we didn't know each other for long, I enjoyed our time together".

They fell silent.

"What's your favorite color?" Lena suddenly blurted.

"Red", Kara smiled despite her surprise. "It was one of the colors of my House, and the color of Rao. What's yours?"

"I don't really remember. But I think it either green or blue".

"Not really a fair game of twenty questions."

"I'm a businesswoman, Kara. I'm not really fair".

Kara hoped that she would remember this smile for the long time.

/ / / / / / / / /

They played all the way to the base. Laughing and bickering like they knew each other for many years. And Alex and J'onn who was usually pretty strict about communication on missions didn't say a word.

But they quited down when the entrance to the underground base showed up.

The way inside was easier than expected so everyone was tense. Lena helped by looking through walls which allowed them not to waste time on unnecessary rooms. But they all were wary of letting her go too far because no one was sure what will happen if Lena found her body.

Kara was crossing the hall to one of the wings when doors locked on the both sides. She always thought it was funny. People could search up how she bents metals and crushes concrete but they still thought simple steel locks can stop her.

"Well-well-well, who do we have here? Hello Supergirl. What brought you to one of my facilites?" Speakers in the corners became active with the woman's voice.

"Where is Lena?" Kara asked with all the patience she could master, even if her hands clenched at her sides.

"And who are you to my daughter?"

"I'm a friend", Kara looked right into camera.

Lilian scoffed and judging by the quiet murmur from speakers gave a string of commands.

"Kara, Lilian's not here", Winn intervened in the ear, "I'll try to track her, but it'll be better if you just go find Lena".

Kara turned around, destroying the lock with lasers without any delay. There wasn't a point in listening to the psycopath.

"You can take her", suddenly sounded behind Kara's back. Lilian's voice was cold and sneering. "She was even more useless than I expected. Perhaps she'll have some purpose being your punching bag. After all, you even called 'Luthor' your friend. Surely there has to be at least some purpose like that".

Kara saw Lena freezing in front of her, almost half way to the next door. She was silent and apathetic as soon as they heard Lilian, blank face facing the wall. But now she started flickering rapidly, which looked a lot like trembling.

"Don't you dare talk about Lena like that!" Kara whirled around, powered by rage and an image of Lena's back, so small and vulnerable.

If Lilian was there perhaps Kara wouldn't be able to restrain herself. But now she just blasted a camera and speakers with a good part of the wall. Like from underneath the water she heard Alex's swearing and Winn's aggresive typing. Even if he won't be able to actually destroy Lilian Luthor, but she will have some big troubles after his intervention.

It actually helped Kara to calm down and speed up to Lena. It was another instance when she regreted deeply about being unable to hug her.

"She was always like that", Lena smiled weakly and went ahead without a word.

Kara, worried sick, went after her.

/ / / / / / / / /

They passed through underground complex, defeating mercenaries, who obviously lacked any real skills. Alex reported that back up teams did the same to the reinforcements outside.

Even if it was good, but it's kind of felt like an insult to have Lena guarded so poorly.

"Supergirl, next is the room around which all defences were made. So we think it's our target", Alex paused. "Good luck".

Kara nodded even if her sister couldn't actually see her. She crumpled door, so that no melted metal would hurt Lena's body.

They stood here, not really looking inside. And seeing Lena hesitate to step in the room made Kara feel like she needed to play hero just one more time for her. So she made the first step after a big sigh even if it was the last thing she wanted to do.

Room was small and crumpled. There was a table, a chair and a bed. Nothing to indicate that there was someone's daughter, sister, friend's body lying inside.

There really wasn't a chance that Kara's eyes wouldn't be drawn to Lena the moment they finally were in the same space.

Lena was- Lena's body was lying on the bed. It looked pale, deadly white, which made her raven hair look even darker in comparison. It was dressed in some kind of prison's rob.

Kara sobbed.

"It's a limited collection jacket, Kara!" She pouted, turning her head away.

"Sorry-sorry", Kara laughed gently, lifting her hands up. "I have no idea about wealthy people trends despite working for Cat Grant. The world of fashion changes too fast. But it suits you!"

"Thanks", Lena smiled shy, blushing just a tiniest bit.

She knew. She knew all along that Lena was dead. That when they find her body, Lena won't open her gorgeous green eyes to look and smile at her. That she won't be warm to the touch.

But still, standing there, face to face with reality, Kara couldn't help her tears.

"It's a shame I can't hug you", Lena whispered when she thought Kara fell asleep after talking about small nothings the day they decided to ask Alex for help. "I bet it would've felt nice. And safe".

She lowered on her knees beside the bed, gently taking Lena's hand in hers, flinching from the feeling of cold skin.

Ghost Lena gasped behind her. But all Kara could think about was grieving for a friend who's smile made her heart race. Who was lost forever because of stupid power play in which she didn't even want to participate.

"I really wish we met sooner", Lena said somber. "I would've loved to take you out for a dinner or, you know, hang out. I'm rich enough for you to eat freely with your kryptonian metabolism." She sighed softly.

Kara winked, feeling bolder after meeting Sam.

"I would've loved to hang out even if you didn't spent a cent. I'm not that kind of girl, you know".

Kara lowered her head to the palm of the cold hand, praying that Rao's light helps guide Lena. And then she heard it.

Badum-badum

Kara's own heart painfully squeezed inside her chest to the point of leaving her gasping for air.

She chocked on the tears, which now freely ran down her face.

Kara looked up, ignoring worried voices in her ear.

When her eyes met Lena's she knew that it was really true.

"Y-you are- you are alive..."

[the-thieves-gambit]

There was a moment where she wanted to argue just for the sake of arguing. It seemed like for some reason when she was with him, she always just wanted to prove him wrong. Not want to agree with him. His reasoning left her a little speechless, it wasn't like she didn't already know that about him already but something about him saying it seemed a bit sad. Knowing how often he always left, knowing that most were not patient enough for someone who led this life. And he had become her friend, so thinking about her friend longing for something, also seemed a bit sad. the argument that loving one person was setting yourself up for failure was also at the tip of her tongue but something told her to say something else. Something nice. But she could think of not what to say to that. So she said nothing. Nothing about how she's never met someone who could do that, though that was a lie, her best friend and Anna were proof. But they were a million in one chance, surely. Content with letting it slid this once, he needed his rest anyway, she pretended that she didn't hear him say that.

A suck choice. A chuckle came from her. Perhaps it was the darkness of the room that gave her some clarity, no distracting injuried body or emerald eyes to look into to forget the fact he didn't know her. For all the time that they spent together, whether it was her choice or not, he didn't know her. How many 'suck' choices had she had to make in the years since her fathers death? Tears had stung her eyes, but she swallowed them away. After settling with Anna and Charlie, the one thing she had never done before had began to creep in. Contemplating the things she did, the people she hurt, the things she stole, the many choices that she made until that point in her life. The one thing that ate away at her, was the fact that she did not regret a single choice. The monster she had become was a necessary survival choice and given the chance to do it all over again, she would do it all over again. Albeit, maybe a few changes here and there, but she would do it all again.

The morning shower had been a moment of clarity for her. She would take the day for herself. With Wally injured, he'd have to take it easy and she could truly spend this day for herself as it had been promised. She could go into town and play tourist. Just one day couldn't hurt, she even had the perfect outfit. A nice dress she hadn't used in a year.

Once she was dressed, she took her time doing her makeup and hair. In the middle of which she heard a voice. With a small sigh, she listened and realized what this meant. "Morning," she said through the door as she finished her task. "It wasn't an ick." She said as she opened the door to look for dress sandals. "It was just unexpected. And yes. His name is Nolan." Sitting on the couch she put them on as she sighed again. "This wasn't how I was planning on spending today but I'll go down to the beach and talk him up."

Once her sandals were on, she stood up and ran her hands down the front of her dress making sure that none of it had bunched up. "You know, you owe me. This was supposed to be a vacation, now I have to go and flirt with hot surfer guys to get you your kid." It was better to act like she didn't care, she learned that apathy would get her further, and caring would only slow her down and get her killed. She needed to get her head in the game, this was a different stadium and she did not have home-field advantage. "Do you need anything before I head out? I'm going to make some coffee and toast before I leave. Should I have Guillermo take you back to your room?"

"Well, how about a flamingo? They also have one mate until they die." he challenged half awake which made him laugh a little. She was about to get into a battle over animals who mated for life. "Mmm just like to love on one person."

He shook his head against the pillow as he spoke into it softly. "Not necessarily. Don't need to know each other. Makes it easier? I suppose but when you don't care there's a way." He had to have mentioned his thoughts on cheaters before. "That is still a suck choice."

Nothing could have him willingly get out of that nice dream he was having. Either his body was truly that exhausted or it had given up on him with the beat down he had taken not even a full twenty four hours ago. Still, hearing her voice and having this nice conversation made it easy for him to slip into sleep and stay there.

The incessant buzzing of his phone made him burrow deeper into the pillow not wanting any part of it. It kept buzzing into his ear like a bee not knowing when to stop. Finally, he patted the side where he had left his phone last night and pressed accept. His eyes were closed and before he got a word in he heard her voice. The ever shrill voice of his most hated person on the entire planet. She was loud and obnoxious and it didn't even dawn on him that he wasn't even in his room but in Liz's. Speaking of which his head snapped up looking for her and panic set in. Something that came out of nowhere and had helped drown out the yelling on the other end of the line. It wasn't until he looked over to the light coming from the bathroom that had him settle. If only briefly. This trip was not only fucking with his mind but also his heart.

His attention got pulled back to the phone as she had finished and sought the opportunity to hang up on her. "Fucking bitch." he set the phone down again this time wide awake and seeing that it wasn't even morning yet. At least he didn't feel his insides were about to gush out from him. Everything that had happened last night had come back to him and certain pieces came into focus.

As he got on a call with one of his contacts he started to play with the frayed ends of the pillows as they answered. Getting the information he wanted he started to type up the letters in his phone. Switching them around to see what other words could come out from that. The more he concentrated the more he laser focus he got.

"Hey, uh Liz?"his voice carried a softer undertone but also held a twinge of urgency. "Morning. Hey, what was the name of the people you met yesterday at the beach? Any had letters a or n in them? That guy you had an ick with," he didn't truly know if she did or not but he assumed. "Was he part of the group? I think I think they're the key to finding this kid." He was willing to bet his entire career on this. He knew he wasn't gonna be able to be Lennox at all for a few days so he was working a second angle. Something he could do without getting in the way of whatever her plan was. Which now that he thought about it, he'd ask her what exactly was her plan.

Was he supposed to be asleep? Yes. Was he going to go back to sleep? Not likely. His brain had turned back on and that meant his body would become restless until something was done.

[dissapointu]

Vi x Nerdy S/O Headcanons

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General Relationship Dynamics

• Loves Your Brain: Vi is endlessly fascinated by how much you know about the most random things. Whether you’re rambling about hextech mechanics or obscure trivia, she’s all ears (even if she doesn’t get half of it). “Damn, babe, you’re like a walking encyclopedia.”

• Playful Teasing: She can’t resist poking fun when you get deep into your nerdy hobbies. “So, are you gonna marry me or that dusty old book?” she teases with a smirk, though she secretly loves how passionate you are.

• Showing You Off: Vi brags about you constantly, especially to Caitlyn or Ekko. “My partner’s a total genius, no big deal,” she says with casual pride, ruffling your hair.

Cute & Sweet Moments

• Learning Together: Vi loves when you explain things to her, even if it’s way over her head. She’ll nod along, half understanding, but mostly enjoying the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love.

• Nerding Out Together: If you’re into gaming, reading, or tinkering, she’ll join in just to spend time with you. Expect her to be terrible at strategy games and rage quit, only to come back with snacks and an apology.

• Adorably Distracted: She can’t help but stare at you when you’re deep in focus, muttering to yourself or adjusting your glasses. “How do you look so good while being a total dork?” she asks, grinning.

Intimacy & Nerdy Affection

• Flirty Distractions: If you’re working on a project or studying, Vi will absolutely find excuses to distract you. She’ll lean over your shoulder, nuzzle into your neck, and whisper, “Don’t you think you’ve worked hard enough? Let me take care of you.”

• Hands-On Attention: Vi is touchy in the best way. Whether it’s tugging you closer during a break or playfully pinning you against your desk to kiss you, she loves mixing your world with her own.

• Cheeky Roleplay: She loves indulging your nerdy side during intimate moments. “So, Professor, what would it take to get an A in your class?” she’ll ask with a wicked grin, leaning in close.

Bedroom Dynamics (18+)

• Confidence Booster: Vi loves seeing you come undone, especially when your usual composed, intellectual self melts away under her touch. “Not so smart now, huh?” she’ll tease, her voice full of affection.

• Experimentation: She’s always up for trying things that play into your interests. Whether it’s themed lingerie or letting you guide her through something new, she’s happy to mix playfulness with passion.

• Taking Charge: While Vi usually takes the lead, she loves when you surprise her by taking control. Watching you shed your shy, nerdy exterior for something bolder drives her wild.

Everyday Love

• Endless Support: Vi is your biggest cheerleader. If you’re presenting something or showing off your work, she’s front and center, clapping louder than anyone. “That’s my genius!”

• Snuggling While You Work: She loves wrapping herself around you while you’re focused, resting her chin on your shoulder or playing with your hair. “You’re so cute when you’re in the zone,” she murmurs.

• Nerdy Gifts: Vi’s surprisingly thoughtful when it comes to gift-giving. Whether it’s a rare edition of your favorite book or tools for your latest hobby, she puts in the effort to show how much she cares.

Conflict & Comfort

• Encouraging Balance: Vi knows how easy it is for you to overwork yourself and gently reminds you to take breaks. “C’mon, babe, you’re gonna fry your brain. Let’s grab some food.”

• Reassuring You: If you ever feel like your interests make you “weird,” Vi shuts that down immediately. “Are you kidding? Your brain’s one of the hottest things about you,” she says, pulling you into a hug.

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis truly has a near terminal case of burned out golden child syndrome. caterina fucked both of these kids over so incredibly bad with the dynamic she enforced there, with illario being labled the perpetual fuckup kid where lucanis 'could do no (would never be allowed to do) wrong'. the way he admits in the first coffee date scene that the only thing that happened when he showed he could carry the weight of expectation was that more weight was added makes me so sad. you can hear it in caterina's voice in his intro mission that she's incredibly proud of him, but this is clearly a leandra and hawke situation where that pride never translates into relief or resolution or unconditional warmth or understanding or anything that really helps.

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