#this wasn't in my ask box but it's part of an ask game anyways so!

[sysig]

An ask! Idk what to talk abt though. How are you? What you want more asks abt? Characters? Life? Some other obscure interest?

(In reference to this I think hehe)

I'm doing well, thank you! I hope the same for you!

As for asks I'd like, I'm up for pretty much anything! If there's something that piques your interest - a take I put out but didn't elaborate on, "Defend that argument!" Lol ♪ I've also had people ask how I do certain things which is always fun to explain :D

Emoji gifts/silly back-and-forths are always fun to doodle to as well! ♫

Or if there's a fandom I haven't posted in a while and you miss it - I have no idea how many fandom transitions people here have hung with! Even if it's been a while, I still love my blorbos hehe ♥

Becoming a psuedo-ask blog with my characters answering directly is still totallly on the table btw :) Something remind you of me/them? Interest!

And while it's not quite Requestober-time-of-year again, next month is the start of when you should be thinking up what you might want 👀

I'd just like to chat! :) Asks are such a casual way of interacting, I like them :D

[authorhjk1]

The Roman Goddess (part II)

Sana X Male Reader

The taxi ride to her hotel feels like it's taking hours. Her white top still shows hints of your last moment alone. Since then, the two of you met not a lot of people. Only a couple of oblivious visitors and the taxi driver.

The later was staring at her for a couple of moments as the two of you got in. It wasn't your place to say something, she is married after all. But you can't really blame him.

Even after you just had her kneeling half naked in front of you, you still glance at her every two seconds.

You still feel like you are dreaming. How you managed to pull it off still remains a mystery to you. Or maybe she was looking for someone anyway? And you were just the first guy to hit on her?

Maybe. And even if that's the case, you don't really care. As long as she is taking you to her hotel room, you don't care why she is doing this.

"What's your name by the way?"

The taxi driver's radio is too loud for him to understand what the two of you are saying. Italian words echo through the car.

The young woman raises an eyebrow.

"Now you are curious? After you came on me?"

You feel your cheeks heating up, but you see how the left corner of her mouth moves upwards a little.

"Y-You asked me to."

She tilts her head as if she is trying to recall the scene in the museum.

"You sound like I forced you to do that."

Somehow she did. Or at least her body. Who wouldn't want to cum on her chest? Especially if she says she wants it?

"So?"

You brake the silence after a couple of moments. Although it's anything but quiet in the car. As far as you can tell, the driver is listening to a soccer game.

"I'm not sure if I should tell you."

"I just came on your chest. Shouldn't you trust me by now?"

You see her smirking, intrigued by the way you used her words against her.

"I won't tell you my name. Just in case."

She finally turns her head towards you, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Just call me Venus."

"Venus?"

You can't help but chuckle.

"Didn't we already establish that you are like Aphrodite?"

'Venus' shrugs her shoulders. An elegant gesture coming from her.

"You said that Venus was more important."

You nod quietly.

You feel out of place. You've never been to such a hotel before. Everything looks expensive. The white marble floor, the cedar wooden reception desk, the golden elevator doors with pretty engravings.

The lobby just looks insane to you. But Venus just walks through the big hall, her head raised high, her confident stride makes her heels klick on the floor.

Trailing behind her, you see how well dressed everyone is. It's not like your outfit sucks, a simple white shirt and jeans, but the other guests are wearing suits and dresses.

"Mrs. Minatozaki."

The receptionist greets her, handing her the key for her room. Her name sounds Japanese.

"And this is a package that just arrived. It's for you."

"Thank you."

Venus, or Mrs. Minatozaki, takes the small box and walks towards the elevator. You follow her, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself.

As soon as she throws the package on the bed, she turns around. You tried to see what her room looked like, or rather suite, but her intense gaze makes you focus on her.

"Come here."

She whispers, slinging her arms around your neck. You lean down, meeting her halfway as the two of you start to indulge into each other's lips.

You realize that your hands once again are exploring her body. As if you can't get enough. Her curves feel so good underneath the fabric.

"Fuck, your lips taste so good,-"

You catch her pause.

"I need a name for you too."

Her lips leave yours, before they kiss your cheek, moving towards your neck.

"Any suggestions? It should fit mine."

It's hard to concentrate, when you have a woman like Venus kissing your neck. Impossible even. But you luckily know your way around Roman mythology.

"Mars."

You feel one of her hands slide down your back.

"Mars fits the theme."

"And who is that?"

You don't know if she is pretending or not, but you feel her hand reaching your crotch. Yours are on her waist. Still amazed by how small it is, you try your best to explain.

"The Roman god of war. And agriculture."

You feel her chuckle into your neck.

"That's an interesting combination."

"Well,.. "

You can't stop it. Your history nerd side comes back to life. Despite the fact that Venus is slowly letting her fingers glide over your jeans.

"That combination is a characteristic of early Rome. Military and farming both have their peak during the summer. It makes sense to me."

You feel her bite you skin slightly.

"Are you gonna keep talking? Or do you want to fuck?"

"T-The second one."

"Me too. Mars."

She whispers, before backing away.

It feels weird to be called by a name of a god.

"Give me just a minute."

Venus takes the package and disappears into the bathroom.

Standing alone, you are not quite sure what to do. Take your clothes off? Stand in place? Get on the bed?

Your eyes roam the big room as you realize how much this must cost. Hundreds. Maybe even a thousand a night or something.

Even the bed looks like the best you've ever seen. It's almost three times as big as yours. Golden ornaments are decorating its wooden bed frame.

You decide to get rid off your clothes. A moment later you are lying on the soft mattress, only in your underwear. Then, the door opens. You feel your jaw dropping in amazement.

Venus leans against the white doorframe.

Her black lace bra shows her porcelain like skin underneath. Her tits look a little bigger than before. Her panties match her bra. Black lace. It shows of how small her waist is. Her toned stomach really makes her look like a goddess. The black straps that connect her stockings with her panties each have a golden ring in the middle. The heels she is wearing complete her all black outfit

"I see you like it?"

You look down at your crotch. That's a very clear yes.

Watching her walk over to you almost makes you drool. Her hips sway from left to right, her hair, now lose, follows the same rhythm.

"I don't even remember the last time my pussy was filled."

She crashes down on you, not giving you time to react, when she reaches the bed. Landing on top of you, you feel her center rub against yours. Her hands in your hair. Her lips on yours once again.

The two of you exchange a passionate kiss, her hands slowly going through your hair. Yours are traveling down her back, until they reach their destination. You squeeze her cheeks, making Venus moan into your mouth.

"Naughty boy."

She coos, before she slides down your body. Her tits graze your covered crotch in the process. Once her face is on the right hight, she pulls your boxers off.

"I've already missed this so much."

She sighs, before diving in. Without a word of warning, you feel how Venus swallows your cock. Her warm mouth makes you groan as you sink into the cushions.

Reaching down, you hold her hair back as her head bobs up and down. Her blowjob is messy. Her saliva is starting to get everywhere. Your cock, your balls, your thighs, the mattress.

The only thing you can do is watch. Her eyes lock onto yours, trying to stare into your soul.

"Fuck."

You groan, unable to withstand her attack.

"So delicious."

She murmurs as she let's her tongue dance along your shaft, before taking you back into her mouth.

You can feel how impatient she is. Her blowjob is gaining in pace, her hands moving along your thighs. She starts to fuck her face onto your cock.

With a load groan, you almost cum right there. She pulls away early enough. Your disappointment is quickly replaced by heart pounding excitement.

"Eat me, please."

She gets on her knees, pulling her panties to the side. The mouth watering view almost gives you goosebumps. Her folds are wet, her pussy cleanly shaven.

You pull her hips towards you, making Venus sit on your face. Her pussy tastes even better than it looks. You can't get enough after only one lick. Her hands are in your hair again, forcing you to bury yourself even deeper into her core.

"Yes, baby."

She sighs, her head rolling back. Your pace quickens as you insert a finger into her wet core, while you lick her clit. Her velvet walls clench around you, dying for any friction at all.

"More. More!"

Her moans become louder, her whines needier.

At one point, she starts to ride your face. Your finger is still inside of her, egging her on.

"So close. The museum made me so wet."

You can feel her orgasm slowly approaching. Her pussy clenches around your finger even harder.

"Fuck!"

She almost shouts as she cums on your face.

Her sweet nectar tastes like peaches as you are forced to drink it, her hands keeping you in place.

"That was so good."

She sighs, her body visibly relaxing on top of you.

"I don't even remember the last time..."

She trails off, glancing down at you.

"I need you inside of me, Mars. Fuck me hard."

You tighten the grip on her waist, suddenly sitting up. It makes her fall off you and she lands on her back. You are now kneeling in front of her wet core, your cock grazing her folds.

"Give it to me."

She watches with a satisfied look on her face as you start to penetrate her pussy. Her tightness makes it hard to fit all of your cock inside of her in one go. You have to slowly ease in and out a couple of times, until you finally bottom out.

"Fuck, you are big."

She sighs as she feels how you fill her. Her pussy hugs your cock as tight as it can.

Her hands grab the sheets as you start to fuck Venus. Her body rocks back and forth on the mattress. Your hands are placed on her hips as you enjoy her pussy. It almost feels like she is made for you.

"More!"

Her head sinks into the sheets as you start to fuck her harder. Her legs wrap around you, trapping you, not allowing you to go anywhere but deeper. Not that you mind. If you could only stay inside of her forever...

Your body moves on its own, driven by your carnal desires. Every thrust makes her breasts jiggle slightly, despite the fact that they are still secure inside her bra. Her eyes are staring up at you, tracing the drops of sweat that form on your forehead, before they fall onto your chest or her tummy.

"Gosh, your cock..."

You see how her eyes become smaller, until they finally close. Her mouth is slightly open, moan after moan escaping her pretty lips.

"How are you so tight?"

You can't help but wonder. How is she this perfect? That face of hers would already be enough for every man to fall for her. But her body turns you into a slave to your animalistic instincts. And her pussy.. You can't describe it with words.

It feels like you are in paradise. And at the same time, you feel something like guilt. You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be fucking her. She is a married woman. And yet, that fact somehow turns you on even more.

Venus should be off limits to you. Because she is way out of your league. And because she is married. But here you are. Fucking her, while she whines and mewls, asking you to go faster.

For a moment, you wonder if she is alone in Rome. Or is her husband with her? You haven't thought about this possibility yet. That he and her might have spent the night right here. In this bed. In the bed you are fucking his wife on.

"Fuck!"

Her loud moan brings you back to reality.

"I need it rougher! More!"

It's starting to feel like she just can't get enough.

You start to slow down, wanting to try another position. Maybe you can fuck her even deeper that way.

"Get up and turn around."

Venus seems to like the idea. She gets on all fours her ass facing you.

"Put it back in."

She smiles as she looks over her shoulder.

You let your hands run along her beautifully shaped cheeks. You knead them a couple of times, before you aling yourself with her wet cavern once again.

"Fuck me hard."

It's a mixture of plea and command.

Venus moans when you thrust forward, impaling her with your cock.

"Oh god!"

You lean over her, grabbing both of her arms. Pulling them back, you make her kneel. Only your hands on her arms keep her upright.

Fucking her from behind feels better than missionary. You are able to penetrate her deeper. You are able to rock her body back and forth properly. And you can really pull her onto your cock.

But as you keep pounding into her, her hair starts to fall, swinging from left to right. It hits her face, whenever you pull at her arms and thrust into her. She has to close her mouth, letting out needy whimpers. But she can't hold it in for very long. And soon, she has some of her own hair in her mouth as she moans for more.

The only downside is, you can't see her face. Her gorgeous features must be twisted in pleasure, but you are missing out on seeing them. Her hair starts to have a life on its own as the pace and force of your thursts increase. It starts to cover parts of her face, while most of it is still resting against her back.

You focus on the rhythm of your thrusts as you feel how deep you are inside of her. It feels like her pussy is getting better and better by the second. Your own pleasure increases, the harder you fuck her.

"Fuck!"

Venus suddenly cums around your cock. You missed the fact that she has been dead silent for the last couple of moments. Now, she is letting it all out again. Lewd words spill from her lips, just like her juices spill out of her pussy. She starts to stain the sheets underneath, almost slipping because of her own liquids.

Her orgasm overwhelms you, bringing you closer towards your own edge. You have been holding on for now, but the sight of Venus cuming right in front of you eventually proves too much.

You feel how you are growing tired, her pussy contracting around you with every thrust into it.

"I think I'm gonna cum!"

You groan, trying to warn Venus.

"Paint me! Stain me with your cum!"

She mewls as she feels you picking up the pace one last time. Her hair is still in her face, but she is unable to put it back. Her arms still behind her.

"Fuck."

You sigh as you finally pull out. You let go of her arms, letting Venus fall face first into the mattress. You hold your cock in your hand as you start to climax. Your cum hits her back. Rope after rope starts to stain her skin. Just like she wanted. Some of it gets onto the bra wire, the white globes visible on the black fabric.

"Fuck, I needed that."

You hear her mumble into the sheets, her voice muffled by the white cotton.

You still can't fully grasp what you just did. As soon as she came out of the bathroom it felt like someone else was controlling your body. It felt incredible nonetheless.

As you see Venus lying on her stomach in front of you, your cum on her back, you wonder what else there is to do. There is so much. There is so much the two of you could do. You whish you could explore even more of her body. To feel every inch of her skin.

When Venus finally turns her head to look up at you, you see her smile. Her eyes tell you that she is thinking the same thing.

"How do you want to fuck me next?"

[oliviablancmom]

"Pedriiii - FINAL PART"

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x singlemom!OC

Themes: Angst, Fluff.

N/A: And so, reaching the final part, but not the end of the journey as there is still the bonus chapter. So I'll leave the acknowledgments for when I post the bonus. Anyway, thank you for the comments, asks, and likes, I love seeing your reactions to the chapters. Anyway... Enjoy.

Axel leaned against the glass door, his eyes sparkling with enchantment as he watched the crowds begin to fill the stadium. Isa was always amazed at how much Axel loved all that energy. The private box door opened, and both Isa and Axel turned to see who was entering.

"Okay, I'll pretend I'm not hurt by the disappointment on your faces," Gavi joked, a laugh escaping his lips.

"Hi, Gavi!" Axel said, waving and then turning his attention back to the stadium.

"I have to say, I feel like a child in the middle of a parental divorce," the player said humorously. "Especially when I have to make the trip for the youngest child with one of the parents." Isa playfully slapped Gavi's arm.

"Stop saying this kind of thing," she said annoyed.

"Where's Pedri? Mom said I'd be with you guys today," Axel asked curiously, finally approaching Gavi and greeting the player with a high-five.

"He hasn't arrived yet, buddy. But he's on his way." Isa rolled her eyes because she knew what that meant: he was waiting for her to leave so he could enter the space.

Since Pedri's confrontation with Henry and Isa's subsequent message, their relationship has regressed. It felt like they were strangers again, with Pedri avoiding her at all costs. Even when she was with Axel, he did an excellent job of pretending she wasn't there. And though the decision had come from her, his indifference affected her more than she liked.

Today, Axel was supposed to watch the game with his grandfather, but the older man got stuck at work and would be late for the match. Isa was swamped with work and couldn't keep an eye on Axel, and with how crowded the stadium got, she wouldn't leave the little boy alone. So, she had to message Gavi, asking him to watch her son, and he promptly agreed. Of course, Pedri, who was suspended by Xavi, would also be present.

"I have to go, Axel. Behave yourself," Isa said, kneeling to hug her son, who returned the gesture. "And Gavi, don't kill my dad today when you meet," Isa said humorously, holding the player's shoulders.

"I can't promise anything; he's going to meet the favorite son." Isa rolled her eyes, deeply regretting making friends with the player.

"Pedriiii!" Axel's voice caught her attention. Isa turned towards the door, seeing Pedri leaning against it with an unfriendly expression. He bent down to pick up Axel, and the scene made Isa's heart skip a beat.

"You need a bib," Gavi sang beside her, pulling her out of her trance. She lightly pushed the younger player and headed for the exit. Only then did she notice a boy behind Pedri who looked a lot like him, and she quickly associated him with his brother. He had an observant look directed at Axel, then at Isa. Isa opened her mouth to greet the player, but he ignored her and walked past with Axel in his arms. Isa rolled her eyes at the action, noticing that even Axel didn't pay attention to her. Pedri also walked right past Gavi, heading out of the reserved room with Axel. Gavi turned to her, laughing.

"See, I told you I'm the kid in the middle of the divorce," he said, following Pedri.

"Oh, it's great to meet the one responsible for my brother's bad mood," Pedri's brother said behind Isa. "You better find a way to fix it because I can't stand him anymore," he said with an ironic smile. "I'm Fernando, his brother," he said, extending his hand to Isa.

"Isabella Harver!" Isa returned the gesture. "I figured; you two look very much alike."

"I hope not," he said, making a face. Isa smiled at him.

"I need to go. It was a pleasure meeting you," she said kindly.

"Likewise, and I was serious about you doing something to improve his mood," Fer said while heading toward his brother. Isa took a deep breath and smiled nervously at him waving goodbye and went to her activities.

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Pedri was in a bad mood again, it was becoming recurring. After the commotion in the game against Atletico de Madrid, he received a one-match suspension from the coaching staff, so once again his return to the field had been postponed. In part, he was happy because he would have a bit more time to recover and come back fully for the match against PSG, which was more important. However, he couldn't ignore the bittersweet feeling he had. And as always, part of these feelings were because of the woman who had taken over his thoughts. Pedri still hadn't gotten over the fact that he had practically confessed his feelings to her, and in response, he only received a message ending everything. Pedri even tried to ignore the woman's presence because of his wounded pride, but since she was always around in his daily life due to her work on the team or when he was with Axel, it was impossible to ignore her completely, no matter how hard he tried.

Like at this moment, when Pedri had entered the team's cafeteria, there she was, sitting at a table with Gavi, Ferran, and Ter Stegen. Pedri felt irritated that all his friends had somehow become friends with the woman. Gavi was the closest, always hanging around her when he wasn't in his physiotherapy sessions. The other guys joked that he had chosen the mother's side in the divorce. Ter Stegen was close to Isa because his wife was friends with her. Ferran had gotten closer just to annoy Pedri even more than he already did. Pedri swallows a breath and heads towards their table, sitting next to Ferran, across from Gavi. Isa was seated between Gavi and Ter Stegen, and an immediate silence fell over the table.

"Hey, Gavi, did you already give the pass to Aurora's friend so she can enter the VIP box at the game?" Pedri asks Gavi directly, who looks at him wide-eyed.

"I haven't been able to see her yet," Gavi says, shrugging.

"Who is it?" Isa's voice caught the player's attention. And Pedri finally looks directly at her, her eyes narrowed and her face flushed.

"Why does that matter to you?" Pedri asks, speaking to her for the first time in days.

"I am responsible for the club's and players' image. I must know who you are associating with in case it affects the club's image," she says in a professional tone, clasping her hands on the table.

"It's someone I'm seeing," Pedri says, also leaning his arms on the table, copying the woman's gesture. Gavi mutters an embarrassed "no, it's not," receiving a kick from Pedri under the table. "Don't worry, her image won't cause any problems for the team. It's not like she's married to someone from another team," Pedri says bitterly.

"Wow, very mature," Isa says, irritated. "But what can i expect from a teenager," she says with a victorious smile. Despite the irritation from her using one of his insecurities to attack him, her reaction revealed exactly what he needed to know: Isabella Harver was a fraud regarding her feelings.

"Well, you didn't complain about me being a teenager when I fuck you in that hotel room."

"Hey!" Ferran and Gavi say simultaneously embarrassed, while the goalkeeper stands up from the table.

"This is too much for me," he says, walking away.

"For Gavi too, he looks like he's going to be sick knowing about his parents' sex life," Ferran says, laughing at the situation. Pedri looked at his best friend, who had his face hidden in his hands. Isa's eyes were wide as she looked at Pedri, her face and neck red with embarrassment. And the reaction caused a smug smile on his face as he stared back at her. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out, so she just stood up, dazed, stumbling over her chair and bumping into a passing staff member as she quickly walked away.

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Isa was drained by Pedri's indifference. It bothered her more than she'd admit, especially since distancing herself had been her decision. But as the player's presence was too present in her life now, was too intense for her to ignore. She had tried to have a more friendly approach, considering that Pedri still interacted with Axel, even though they both ended up crossing paths because of work, but still, Pedri avoided her in every possible way. She hadn't realized the intensity of her feelings until he avoided her, for Isa, their relationship was carnal, but since the first time they were together, she has all these new feelings.

"Smoke will soon come out of your head, due to the intensity you're thinking," Gavi said, catching her attention, as usual, after his physiotherapy session, he came to visit her at the office.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Isa asked, immediately grimacing when she noticed the tone she used with the player. Gavi gave a small smile, showing that he wasn't offended.

"God, you two are impossible. This would all be resolved if you just talked and addressed the obvious sexual tension," Gavi said, getting up and walking to Isa's table. Isa looked at him, offended.

"There's no such thing, and well, he's the one ignoring me" Isa shrugged. "And you see how he treats me at the cafeteria"

"Unfortunately, now I know things I wish I didn't," Gavi says annoyed remembering the scene he was forced to witness. "And also, You asked for it!" Gavi concluded for her.

"I was just taking care of his career, the fans and HR were already on me because of the photos that came out of him with me Axel at the parking lot, imagine if it had been leaked that he fought with my husband," Isa said tiredly, she knew that her request had been immature, but she was only thinking about the complications the player would face. And yes, a part of her was being selfish, because that was the easiest way out to deal with Henry, if he knew that she would be in a relationship with Pedri, he would complicate her life even more and the divorce request and consequently, Axel's guard. And Isa wouldn't risk that, especially since she was trying to convince herself that it was all carnal with them.

"That's not your obligation to do, Pedri is very responsible and I think he knows what's best for him. Again, you have a miscommunication, that could be solved if you guys talked." Gavi said in a more serious tone.

"Wow, now I understand when they talk about you being a leader, you have a way with words," Isa said, pouting and receiving a mocking smile from Gavi. "I feel like a proud mother because I don't need to do much work to take care of your image... if we ignore your intensity on the field" Gavi rolled his eyes.

"I only react if they attack me..." Isa smiles at the boy.

"Yeah, of course. Anyway, you coming to help me organize Axel's party, Right?" She asked hopeful, that since her father would be working she and Gianna would be with all the work.

"I'll take the opportunity to meet your father since he couldn't come that day," Gavi says excitedly.

"Yeah, he will probably arrive when the party already starts, he's busy at work lately" Isa let out a breath already tired.

"Ok then, I see you on Saturday," Gavi says giving a kiss on her head and going out of her office.

Isa was happy with their friendship, Gavi was a cool kid, and protective of those whom he knew, and also it was her way to know about Pedri.

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Pedri had questioned whether he should go to Axel's birthday party, considering he was ignoring the boy's mother, but after a conversation with Gavi and his brother Fer, he concluded that it wouldn't be fair if he didn't go. Pedri didn't even want to think about doing something that would upset the little boy. And there they were, at Axel's grandfather's house, welcomed by the boy's grandmother, Gianna, who informed them that Axel was still getting ready. Pedri followed with Fer, the woman through the yard to the table where Ferran, Gavi, Ter Stegen, and the club's physiotherapist Mattia, a last-minute invitee by Axel, were already seated. Pedri greeted his friends and sat down, quickly looking around. He noticed some familiar faces of people who worked at the club and some unfamiliar faces, but no sign of her, or Axel.

"Dude, you're so obvious," Ferran said, laughing. Pedri rolled his eyes, ignoring his friend, and continued to observe the surroundings.

Axel was a kid who breathed football, and if it wasn't already obvious from his wardrobe, which consisted mainly of Barcelona uniforms, or from his room, it was even clearer at his party. The yard where the party was taking place was all decorated with balloons in Barça colors, balloons shaped like balls, real balls scattered all over the yard, and decorations and table ornaments—all football or Barcelona-related.

"This could easily be a Gavira birthday party," commented Ferran, while he picked up the mini Barcelona flag decorating the table.

"Look, Gavi, at the end of the party they give the balloons to the kids. Better set yours aside now," Ter Stegen joined in the fun.

"Oh, but I’m taking some. I inflated most of them." Pedri turned so quickly to look at him that he felt a slight discomfort in his neck. Gavi raised his hands in surrender with a mocking look on his face. "What? She asked for my help since her dad couldn't. And she would ask you if you weren't ignoring her"

"I feel for you Gavi, I can see that these two are making your life difficult," Ter Stegen says laughing and patting Gavi's shoulder.

"Wait a minute," Mattia asked after some minutes listening to the talk. "Didn't HR give you guys a warning about this relationship? And like, nothing could be happening between you guys"

"That's the thing my friend," Ferran says. "Nothing is happening, and that's why they both are annoying right now." Mattia Opens his mouth in a perfect 'O' of realization.

"Oh, that's crazy dude," Mattia says making the boys laugh.

"You don't have idea how much we have to take it," Fer says making Pedri look at him offended.

"I'm right here, could you guys stop it?

"PEDRIIII, you came!" the little boy's voice filled the garden as he ran right into the player, hugging him tightly.

"Hi buddy, of course, I wouldn’t miss it for anything," Pedri said, returning the hug, noticing that Isa was standing right beside him. The player has to swallow the knot in his throat as he looks at her, she is looking beautiful in a yellow dress.

"Come on, Axel, you need to greet the other guests too," Isa said in a sweeter tone, taking Pedri out of his thoughts. And Axel immediately greeted the others at the table. Pedri handed his present to Axel, who didn’t want to wait and opened it right there with the player. Pedri smiled at the excitement on Axel’s face when he saw the framed display with all the jerseys from Barcelona's history.

"Look, Mom." The little boy turns the frame so that his mother can see it.

"Wow that's beautiful, you can hang it in your room." She said smiling at him.

"Don't forget your M&Ms" Pedri gave to Axel.

"Yay" The boy smiles excitedly and gives both presents to his mother to hold, and he hugs Pedri again. Pedri noticed Axel's grandfather approaching their table, looking a bit hesitant.

"Hey buddy, I think you'd better help your grandpa or he might pass out when he sees Gavi." Axel stepped away from the player, looking at his grandfather who was getting closer.

"Pops!" the little boy exclaimed, meeting the older man halfway and pulling him over to the table.

"This is going to be funny" Isa said as she watches her father approaching.

"Don't be jealous, Isa," Gavi joked, earning an eye roll from the woman. Pedri watched the scene attentively, and indeed, Isa and Axel hadn't been kidding when they said Gavi was the man's favorite. The man had a slightly red face as he got closer.

"Pops, this is Gavi," Axel introduced, the older man extending his hand to Gavi, who pulled him into a hug. He quickly let go of Axel to hug Gavi. Axel turned to his mother with an indignant look, and Isa just shrugged, laughing at the scene.

"My God, he's trembling and sweating," Ferran commented.

"I thought Gavi's charm was only influential on teenage fans and kids," Ter Stegen said, making them laugh. Axel approached Pedri, raising his arms to be picked up by the player, which he promptly did. He watched the scene closely; it was indeed comical. Isa's father was a tall and strong man, with a robust and intimidating appearance, but seeing him lose his composure over Gavira was very amusing.

"Gavi stole your grandpa, Axel," Fer, who was standing behind Pedri, said to Axel, poking the little boy's cheek.

"No problem, I have Pedri!" the boy said excitedly, hugging the player's neck. Pedri returned the gesture, feeling proud to be the child's choice. Isa was silently watching the two, and Pedri wished he could know what was going through her mind with the intensity of her gaze. But before he could do anything about it, Gianna called her, and she went to see what the older woman needed.

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Isa watched from the sidelines as Henry and his family fawned over Axel, acting like perfect parents. She felt suffocated, remembering how much she once wished this was reality and how hard she had fought for it. But that was in the past, especially after her father had opened her eyes to Henry's true behavior towards her and Axel.

Her little boy, the one she had raised to be so loving, craved his father's attention. But now, as Henry kept Axel from Pedri and the other Barça players, Isa could see the frustration building in her son. What was supposed to be a fun party for Axel was quickly turning sour.

The final straw came when Henry gave Axel an Atletico de Madrid kit and forced him to wear it. The little boy's eyes reddened, but he didn't cry. Instead, he looked to Isa for rescue. Just as she was about to intervene, Henry's mother stepped in front of her.

"See what you're doing? Can't you let the boy have a moment with his father? You keep taking him away from Henry, and now you bring that boy into his life. You should be ashamed, especially when you're still married," the woman spat out venomously.

Isa replied in a low, controlled tone, "You know I’ve never kept Axel away from Henry. The problem is you guys always force him to do things he doesn’t want to do and treat him badly."

Henry's father chimed in, "Oh please, you’ve pampered this boy too much. He’s a man and needs to start acting like one."

Isa's fists clenched, ready to lash out, but Gianna's hands on her shoulders pushed her back, calming her rage. "Did you see how they drain Axel's spirit?" Isa said in a choked voice, feeling the tears in her eyes.

"Oh my dear, I know," Gianna said, hugging her to comfort her, but it was impossible. Isa had made it clear to Henry that it was better if he didn't come to the birthday party since her father didn't want the man in his house. But of course, Henry ignored the request and was determined to ruin everything. "You better go to Dad before he does something stupid," Isa said to Gianna. "I'll be fine, Gigi." The older woman nodded and went outside to find her husband.

Isa watched from the kitchen window as Henry's family interacted with Axel. She could see the boy getting more and more irritated and frustrated. Isa could only think about how inconvenient it was to force him to wear the uniform of another team, given his adoration for Barça. She looked to the other side at her father, who was standing there with his usual scowl when it came to Henry. He made no effort to hide his disdain. Gavi and Pedri, standing on either side of him, also looked irritated. Isa didn't know if it was the nerves, but the scene made her laugh to herself.

"Do you see what you're doing to my son?" Henry's voice emerged from behind her, and Isa took a deep breath, turning to face him, knowing there was no escaping the confrontation. That was Henry, and he would do everything possible to make her feel bad. "And what did I say about you being with that boy? Don't you have any shame?"

"I'm not with that boy; he's Axel's guest. And what the hell was that about forcing him to wear another team's uniform? You know he hates any team that isn't Barcelona," Isa said in a firm tone, showing she wasn't intimidated by Henry. He narrowed his eyes surprised by the woman's confrontation, and then approached her abruptly and pushed her against the sink.

"Because he's my son, and he has to wear the uniform of the team I work for. And you'd better go out there and send that boy away, or I will," Henry said in a threatening voice.

"You won't do anything because you're in my house, and these are my guests. If you're not satisfied, you're the one who needs to leave." Isa was so engrossed in her confrontation with Henry that she didn't notice her father entering the kitchen, accompanied, of course, by Pedri and Gavi. Henry released her and approached the older man.

"You support this nonsense?" Henry said disdainfully, pointing at Pedri.

"It's none of your business what I support. You're here as a guest, and you have no say here." Isa could see from her father's body language that he was controlling himself not to lose it with Henry. Gavi approached her, quietly asking if she was okay. She just nodded.

Henry laughed mockingly in the older man's face. "That's my son, and I have total freedom and authority to say who he can interact with, and you know that if I want, I can take him right now. Any judge will side with me. So if I'm saying he has to go, he has to go," he said in a threatening tone, now standing in front of Pedri. Before any of them could react, Axel walked into the kitchen.

"NO!!! I want Pedri to stay. This is my party, and I don't want you here. You only make my mother cry, make me cry... And I don't like you. GO AWAY" The little boy screamed, punching Henry's leg fiercely, and Isa felt her heartbreak at the scene, she took a step toward Axel, but Henry turned furious at her.

"See what you have done?" Henry pushed Axel and went towards her, and that's when everything became blurry. Isa felt Henry's hands on her arms and one on her hair. But at the same time, it was a brief contact because he was pulled off her. Isa didn't pay attention to who did it, only that her father, Pedri, and Gavi were on top of the man, dragging him out. Isa looked at Axel, who was on the floor crying uncontrollably and ran to him, picking him up and rushing upstairs to calm him down.

"I don't want him, Mom. I don't want to stay with him, I don't want him to keep hurting you, I don't want to stop being friends with Pedri. But if that's what it takes to stop him from hurting us, then I'll stop." The little boy cries out in desperation, crying so hard that his words come out broken between sobs.

"Axel, listen to me. I'm your mother. You grew inside me, and I've always taken care of you. I would never let you be near someone who could hurt you, and that's why this ends here." She says, wiping the boy's tears. "Don't worry. And you shouldn't stop being friends with anyone, as long as you want to, as long as I let you, you can stay in touch with whoever you want, understand?" The little boy nodded, and Isa took the opportunity to hug him tightly. Soon, soft knocks were heard on the door.

"Isa, Axel. It's me," Pedri's voice came through. "I just want to know if you two are okay," he asked. "Please," he said in a broken voice. Axel pulled away, looking at Isa.

"Can I open it?" he asked softly.

"If that's what you want, my love," the little boy smiled excitedly, nodding in agreement. "Then go ahead," she put her son on the floor. Before reaching the door, the boy stopped abruptly in his tracks. Then he turned to Isa with wide eyes. "Mom, he's going to see the M&Ms," he whispered. Isa let out a giggle at her son's distress and got up, grabbing the package and putting it inside the wardrobe. Axel let out a relieved breath and ran to the door, opening it for the player to come in. Pedri bent down, picking Axel up and hugging him tightly, his eyes on Isa, who felt her eyes filling with tears at the sight. He took a step towards her, but Isa responded by stepping back.

"Oh come on, are you still doing this?" Pedri said irritably, which caught Axel's attention, who pulled away from the hug. "Sorry, buddy." Pedri smiled, ruffling Axel's hair, and making him giggle. "Do you want to go back to your party? You can practice your goals on Ter Stegen, and then you can make the other boys at school jealous," Pedri said humorously.

"Pedri!" Isa reprimanded him.

"I'm just kidding," the player said, looking at her, but he whispered something to Axel, making the little boy laugh, and then the two went outside.

It wasn't long before Gavi entered her room, walking firmly to hug her.

"Thank you!" Isa said sincerely.

"It's all right, your dad did most of the work. You should have seen how scared that jerk got when your dad started yelling at him. I'm glad he's my fan and not my hater," Isa laughed. "Did you and Pedri work things out?" he asked. Isa just shook her head negativity. "Oh come on, you guys need to sort this out soon. I can't stand playing the mediator's son's role anymore," Isa rolled her eyes at him.

"I have some things to figure out. And well, it's not like he's been clear about what he wants. I have a son, and Pedri is young. I don't want to put serious responsibilities on him," Isa said, feeling much more insecure than she wanted to show. Gavi made a face at her.

"You talk as if you're a 40-year-old woman," Gavi said mockingly. "Pedri would practically lick the ground you and Axel walk on. And with all due respect, I adore you, but you're the one who has never been clear about your feelings from the start," Gavi said more seriously. "Was Pedri just a distraction, a one-time thing, or do you have any feelings for him?" Isa remained silent, a bit shocked and offended by the tone the younger one had used at her.

"I said I had things to figure out..." Isa said softly.

"Well, you need to do that quickly," Gavi said finally, leaving Isa alone in the room.

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Again, Pedri was a patient person; he had been throughout his recovery from the injury. He was also trying to be patient with Isabella, but he felt frustrated with the way she was pushing him away. Since the confusion at Axel's birthday party, she had been ignoring him. Axel seemed unfazed by everything that had happened, which only showed what a good mother Isabella was by not letting anything affect the little boy.

Pedri did his best to ignore the situation, especially since today would be his chance to return to the field, and playing in the first leg of the quarterfinals against PSG required all his focus. He was in the locker room getting ready when his phone beeped; it was a message from Fer.

"Mom and Dad are enchanted with Axel."

It was a video of Axel on Pedri's father's shoulders, dancing happily to the music playing in the stadium.

Pedri smiled at the scene and turned the phone to show Gavi, who was next to him.

"One day we'll have to study the enchantment that Axel and Isa have over you and your family," Gavi said with humor, making Pedri laugh.

"The study would have to include you too, since you spend a lot of time with them," Pedri replied to his friend, who rolled his eyes.

Pedri responded to his brother's message with a red heart emoji and then put the phone away in the locker. It was time.

The match had ended, and Pedri felt his adrenaline pumping. He had returned to play and made an important pass for the equalizing goal. He was bursting with joy for the help he had given his teammates, and when they turned the game around, Pedri couldn’t explain the sense of pride and relief he felt. Even though the advantage wasn’t significant, coming out with this result was very important. He walked toward the stands, where his family and friends were, along with Axel and Isa's father, all with expressions of pride.

"PEDRIII!" Axel was the first to notice the player's approach. He was standing at the divider separating the field, held by Pedri's mother. Pedri hurried because he was sure Axel would invade the field. He hugged the boy and then hugged his parents and brother, quickly greeted his friends, and shook hands with Isa's father, who said he had done very well and was proud. Pedri would tell Gavi about this. The club staff called him, and Pedri quickly took a photo with his family and then headed back to the locker room to reunite with his team.

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Isa didn’t consider herself a jealous person. Well, she had her natural motherly jealousy regarding Axel. She had been jealous of Gianna when she entered her father’s life, but that was the concern of a daughter who had been “responsible” for the man for many years, and that soon passed when she fully accepted the woman. But when it came to romantic jealousy, she had never experienced it, not for her teenage boyfriend, and certainly not with Henry. That’s why she found the burning sensation in her stomach strange as she watched the player interacting with the blonde girl who was his guest for the game. Isa was sure the inside of her cheek was bruised from biting it in an attempt to control her reactions and feelings.

"Girl, you're a great actress," Tessa, her coworker, said beside her. Isa shifted her attention from the player and looked at the woman, confused, who rolled her eyes at her. "You were in a third meeting with HR and convinced them there's nothing between you and Pedri," she said as if it were obvious. "But the way you're glaring at the back of that girl's head..." Isa chuckled.

"There's nothing between him and me," Isa shrugged, trying to play it cool. After the game against Paris Saint-Germain at the Parc des Princes, and the photo Pedri's family had posted showing Axel and his father with the player's family, it led to another flood of comments from fans, more threatening messages from Henry, and, of course, another meeting with the team's HR.

"Sure, girl, if you had lasers in your eyes, that girl would be long gone, but of course, there's nothing," Tessa said humorously, patting Isa on the back. "Good luck with your 'nothing's going on,'" she indicated to Pedri with her chin as he was approaching. The player stopped a few centimeters away from her with an ironic smile on his face.

"What?" Isa asked, confused.

"You treated my guest badly," Pedri said humorously.

"No, I didn't!" Isa said defensively. Pedri raised an eyebrow and laughed, and God, Isa felt her heart skip a beat. Damn, he was so handsome.

"Focus, Isabella," she thought.

"You sent her to the booth on the other side of the field," Pedri replied.

"I thought your friends would be in that one," Isa shrugged, trying to appear indifferent.

"You're unbelievable," Pedri said impatiently. "You can't lie to HR for the thousandth time, ignore me, and then act jealous." Isa opened her mouth in exasperation as if she'd been caught committing a crime.

"I'm not jealous!" she said, her voice strained. Pedri laughed again, this time without humor, running his hands through the beard Isa loved.

"Pedri," the high-pitched voice of the blonde calling for the player made Isa roll her eyes and look disgusted.

"You're unbelievable," Pedri said frustratedly as he walked away, going to the girl, and then leaving the private room, to get ready for the home game.

It was unbelievable. Axel was inconsolable after the defeat, crying in Fer's arms. Isa felt her heart break seeing her son in that state, especially since he had experienced the thrill of witnessing Barcelona's first away victory, with an incredible assist from Pedri, which had been the talk of the week. After Araújo's stupid mistake leading to his expulsion, Barcelona became completely destabilized, and despite some players showing grit to try to turn the score around, the defeat was inevitable. The players were inconsolable on the field; what had happened was unbelievable. Isa was called to the field because she had to accompany Xavi's post-match interview. She kissed Axel's forehead and then kissed her father’s, who was sitting with a furious look, having already cursed the tenth generation of both Araújo and Xavi. Isa gave a brief smile to Pedri's parents, with whom she had exchanged a few words as they asked about Axel, and then headed to the press area.

The interview with Xavi had taken longer than expected, which is why, when Isa finished her work, the parking lot was already empty, and most people had left the stadium. The frustration was evident in everyone and everything. Pedri's brother had sent a message saying they were with Axel in the parking lot, waiting for her. Isa felt her heart warm with the quick trust she had developed in the player's family, especially since they had treated Axel so well, and for her, as a mother, that was refreshing. When she arrived at the parking lot, she saw only Pedri standing in front of her car, with Axel in his arms, his head resting on Pedri's shoulder, asleep.

"Hey, where's my dad?" Isa asked softly, not wanting to wake Axel.

"He was in a hurry, and got a ride with my family. Axel wanted to wait for you." Isa nodded.

"Do you need a ride?" Pedri shook his head. Isa could see the frustration all over his face; his eyes were red, indicating he had cried, and Isa felt her heartache. She opened the car door, and Pedri helped her put Axel in the car seat. Isa closed the door, with Pedri between her and the car, and she immediately had a sense of déjà vu.

"Is your friend not coming with us?" she said sarcastically, and from Pedri's look, he understood exactly what she meant.

"She sent me a message saying she left because she felt she was intruding on something," Pedri said, taking the keys from Isa's hand and heading to the driver's seat. Isa remained standing in her place, feeling her heart race fast. The driver's side window rolled down, and Pedri looked at her with an ironic smile. "Aren't you getting in? We are late," she rolls her eyes and heads to the passenger side.

Upon arriving at her father's house, Isa noticed that the player's car was still there. They went inside and headed straight to the backyard, where all the chatter was coming from. Pedri walked ahead with Axel, who was already awake. Isa felt surprised to see that Pedri's parents and brother were still there. His father was by the barbecue, talking with Isa's father, while his mother was at the table, chatting with Gianna as they both cut some vegetables.

"Finally, you guys are here. I couldn't take your eldest son complaining that you abandoned him," Fer said, pointing to Gavi, who was sitting in one of the garden chairs, fiddling with his phone. Gavi showed his middle finger to Pedri's brother.

"Gavi, you can't do that," Axel scolded the player.

"You were cursing the players with all sorts of names, little boy," Isa looked at her father, who raised his hands in surrender.

"I'll let it slide today," Isa shrugged and walked over to Gavi, sitting on the armrest of his chair and hugging him. "How are you?" Isa asked, concerned. She had seen him supporting his teammates on the field, and his disappointment was evident.

"Frustrated and angry for not being on the field to help," he said, irritated.

"It's not your fault, Gavi. I'm sure you would have made a difference, and you'll be back soon. Look at Pedri," Isa said, glancing at the player who had gone to sit next to his mother at the table. He was smiling as he watched Axel and asked questions, which his mother answered patiently.

"I can't wait," Gavi said, pouting. "So... are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Gavi said humorously, and Isa looked at him, puzzled. "You chased away Pedri's guest."

"I didn't chase anyone away," Isa said defensively.

"Not directly, but she felt intimidated, which led to a long speech from my sister," Gavi said, laughing.

"Oh my God," Isa put her hands over her face.

"It's okay, Isa, you don't need to hide it from me," Gavi said with humor. "Not that you're subtle about it; you just don't want to admit it." Isa looked at Gavi, then back at Pedri, who was paying attention to what Axel was saying, even though he was looking tired, and that melted her heart, watching how carefree Axel was with the player's family, and that made her feel a realization.

Because Isa had so much pride in her kid, Axel it wasn't planned, not by her at least, but he becomes her life as he grows. He was the sweetest boy, he was curious, he was funny and he was so smart that it shocked her every time. That's why two things bothered her so much to the point that was starting to make her head dizzy with pain. But she simply couldn't understand how people who wanted him so much, were able to make hell in his life just to hurt her. And why would someone who has no blood relation to her kid, could do exactly the opposite? The scene of Pedri comforting Axel in the car, after she took him from Henry's parents, keeps replaying in her mind, not just that, all the time Axel talks about the things he did with "his friend", and how excited he was about the player. The way the player paid attention to every little thing Axel said, with eyes full of admiration and affection, his eyes sparkled for the woman's son. And that left Isa confused because she understood that look, but she didn't understand how he had it and not Axel's father. Especially when he was the one who insisted on having a baby. Isa met Henry in her first year of college, while he was in the final year of his course, already lined up with a job offer at a big club. Henry was a prince at first, but as soon as he moved and started working, he changed, everything changed, he had constant bouts of jealousy, while at the same time going to clubs and partying with players from his club. When Isa decided enough was enough and wanted to break up, he said the situation was her fault for not moving with him, which led to a proposal where everything would be different, but as the months went by, everything got worse, and once again Henry blamed her, and that's when the pressure started for her to get pregnant because he was ready to be a father. Isa had to drop out of college during her pregnancy because her pregnancy became high-risk due to all the stress she was under because of Henry and his family. At the end of the day, Henry wasn't ready to be a father, and Isa had to endure everything alone. Of course, he boasted about it when everyone congratulated him, but the reality was very different. He barely spent time with Axel, didn't help Isa, and as the little boy grew up, he pushed him away more and more. He didn't smile at the little boy like Isa did, or open his arms to him immediately when he saw the child crawling towards him; he was completely indifferent. Until one day, in one of his jealous fits, he pushed Axel forcefully, and that was the moment for Isa. She pounced on Henry like a lioness. After that day, she filed for divorce and full custody of Axel, and as always, Henry and his family made sure to torment her. Isa tried to ignore the attacks as best she could, following her lawyer's advice, and she did her best to ensure that Axel had the presence of his father and paternal grandparents. But every time Axel spent time with them, he came back completely lifeless, and that broke her heart because Axel was her whole life. So, seeing the bond that Pedri and Axel were forming, seeing the way Pedri's family was treating Axel, and how comfortable Axel was in their presence, filled her heart. Even though deep down she had her natural motherly apprehensions.

"I'll be back soon," she said, getting up and heading outside. It didn't take long for her to hear footsteps behind her.

"Where are you going?" Pedri asked anxiously. Isa turned to look at him and felt her heart skip a beat. Gavi was right; she didn't want to admit to herself what she felt for the player. Since the first time she saw him, she had fears and doubts, but seeing the way he looked at her, the way he looked at Axel... She walked up to the player, closing the distance between them, she held his face, her lips brushing against his.

"Don't play with this, Isabella," Pedri said in a soft but warning tone. "There's no turning back, there wasn't before, but if you permit me now, there will be no turning back. You've consumed my body and mind, and if you do this and then push me away again..." Isa didn't let him finish speaking, and she kissed him. Isa could hear her own heart beating loudly, just like her hand on the player's chest felt how fast his heart was beating. She pulled away to catch her breath, and Pedri turned his gaze away to embrace her, his nose in the woman's neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her perfume.

"I need to do something," Isa stepped back, looking at the player who was blushing.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Isa could feel the concern in the player's voice, and Isa smiled.

"Don't worry, Pedri, I won't run away, but it's something I need to do alone." Pedri nodded in understanding.

"Okay, but come back soon," he left a kiss on Isa's lips and hugged her once again. Isa felt her heart full and fulfilled in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. She had never felt so confident to do what she wanted to do at the moment, and knowing that when she returned, Pedri would be waiting for her, along with their family, gave her even greater encouragement.

The End.

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N/A: I'm crying, the end would be different, but Isa and Pedri want it in this way... So I just do what they ask me for.... I hope you guys like this, I need to give a pov on Isa feelings, and fears, and give her an insight in her relationship with Henry. Anyway, I'll be back soon with the bonus part.

[thebiggerbear]

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe." - SDV Alex Prompt Response

Summary: Alex sees something through your window one night and it scares him silly. You have to explain to him that it's pretty normal out here on the farm and there is nothing to fear. ...Well, you were pretty sure there wasn't, anyway.

Pairing: SDV Alex x Female!Reader; SDV Alex x Female!Farmer

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. Alex is the only other character I've married in the game (I usually marry my girl Leah and well, I married Shane once but I'm still traumatized by the empty pizza boxes so like fight club, I don't talk about it) and he's such a cutie. This scene immediately popped into my head for the prompt line.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1187

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187; @rieleatiel

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

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“Ahhhh, Y/N!”

You woke up with a start, immediately sitting up and glancing around the room. You spotted your husband running back to your bed from the window, a look of terror in his face. Before you could ask what was wrong, he leapt under the covers and burrowed himself under his pillow, the linens trembling. Beyond being confused, you glanced around the room again, seeing a green face in the window staring back at you. You jumped and then realized just who you were looking at. You silently cursed yourself for leaving your sword in the other room. She gave you a toothy smirk before flying off, her cackles being heard through the thin-paned glass. 

You shook your head and sighed, turning to glance at the shaking lump next to you. “It’s alright, honey. She’s gone.”

An eye peeked out from under the blankets. “W-What?”

You pulled the blanket back over his head, smiling. “She’s gone,” you repeated. “You can come out now.”

Alex lifted up, warily glancing around, his hair sticking up adorably. “She?”

You smiled and sat back against the headboard, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “The witch.”

Alex turned around and sat next to you, placing his shoulder next to yours. “You say that like it’s normal.”

You shrugged. “She flies around here sometimes and she likes to curse animals, people.”

Alex glanced over at you in alarm.

Your grin grew. “You don’t need to worry about her, silly. She usually leaves us alone.” Your smile started to fade when you thought back to what The Wizard had asked you to do a couple of months back. “Then again, I did take The Wizard’s Magic Ink after bribing the Goblin to get into her hut when she wasn’t there.” You bit your lip in thought before you turned a reassuring smile onto your husband. “But that was months ago.”

“Again, you say all of that like it’s normal.” He shook his head before studying you intently. “Are you sure she’s not upset with you because of this ink you took or whatever?”

You shrugged. “Not one hundred percent sure but pretty close.” You weren’t too worried about it. For the most part, The Witch left you alone. A few of your chickens couldn’t say the same but that was a small price to pay considering.

Alex slowly nodded, mulling it over and glancing back at the window. He then suddenly sat up a little straighter and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him. “Yeah, well, if she comes back for you, babe, she better think twice. Or she’ll have me to deal with.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from teasing him that he had been hidden under the blankets not that long ago when you and The Witch were engaged in a staring contest. Instead, you smiled, touched at the words and the gesture your husband was trying to make. “Thanks, honey,” you murmured. “But we’ll be okay.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “We will.”

He held you for a little bit longer, rubbing your arm, before you both settled back down under the covers. You were content to lie there with your head on his chest and him rubbing your back. You were completely relaxed, ready to think about falling back asleep when you heard “Sleep. I”ll keep you safe.” 

You dug your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from chuckling and instead, you smiled and hugged him tighter. “Love you, honey,” you whispered.

“Love you, too, babe.” You heard an adorable yawn follow and his ministrations on your back began to slow. It wasn’t too long before you heard a tell-tale snoring under your ear. 

You gently disentangled yourself from his arms, got out of bed, and tiptoed into the main room. You grabbed your sword and hurried back into the bedroom, the chill of the night air infecting the floor and nipping at your bare feet. You set the sword down carefully within your reach and then got back into bed, noting the cat had joined you, all curled up at yours and Alex’s feet, staring wide-eyed at the window, almost as if on sentry. You nearly laughed at the sight, knowing that while you were intent on making sure your husband felt safe enough to get a good night’s sleep on your farm, your pet was also practically guarding you both. 

You shook your head, chuckling under your breath, before you gingerly settled yourself back into your husband’s arms. His snoring cut off for a moment and he tightened his arms around you, pulling you in closer, before it resumed…right in your ear. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his covered chest, laying your head back down to sleep. It wasn’t long before you were drifting off, The Witch’s cackle echoing somewhere far off as you did. You simply wrote it off as you starting to dream.

And if there was another Void Chicken on your farm the next morning and your husband turned wide eyes on you as he saw it while attempting to give you a hand with feeding the animals, you decided that it was simply what The Witch had done before Alex caught sight of her the night before. And when Alex moved a little closer to you, sticking to you like glue for the next hour, half-protective, half-scared, you figured a visit to The Wizard might be in order a little later that day. If he couldn’t help you, then you’d be making the journey to The Witch’s hut again, intent on settling the matter once and for all.

You didn’t mind The Witch but if your husband didn’t feel safe (and your animals certainly weren’t), then you were intent on doing whatever it took to restore that feeling for him. Especially since, you were pretty sure that you had some important news to tell him in the next day or so, once you had seen Harvey at the clinic to confirm your suspicions.

You surprised him with a hug and smiled, leaning up for a kiss. He smirked and gave you one before you both glanced out over the farm you had built that now belonged to both of you. You watched as the sun continued to warm the sky and paint the horizon in all kinds of colors. You’d seen plenty of sunrises on your own but sharing ones like these with Alex were beyond special. You were grateful that you’d chosen to make the move to Pelican Town and that you found him. You two were building a life together and no disgruntled witch was going to ruin that, not if you had anything to say about it.

“I love you, Alex,” you murmured to him, still staring at the sky. You felt him kiss the side of your head. “I love you, babe.” You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling him gently lay his head on top of yours. Your grandpa had been right; this was just how life should be.

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[falloutjuli]

Back on my shitposting Bullshit. This posts theme is something I had already done on my older writing blog and I always love making headcanons so here it is for JJBA. (Jodio not included yet)

 Feel free to drop in my ask box if you miss any character and wanna hear what I think or for literally anything else. (Please remeber to not send in too many charcters, Ill set the limit for now at 6)

Anyways, I hope yall get a kick out of my funky ideas. 

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1-8 JoJo’s x Reader - Playing Animal Crossing Together

Wordcount:

Short summary: My personal headcanons on the JoJo’s playing Animal Crossing with references to you and their friends.

Warnings: None. Only wholesomeness here., except for Joseph srynotsry

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Jonathan:

Loves it, huge fan of the tiny wholesome animal game.

Speedwagon showed it to him, knowing Jonathan would love it.

Jonathan puts a big effort into keeping his island pretty, villagers happy, filling the museum, sending gifts and letters to his friends and you.

Most wholesome player you'll ever encounter, that happily trades anything he has.

Loves to buy furniture and clothing for you to surprise you with it.

 🌟

Joseph:

Wasn’t that big into it until he discovered the custom pattern function.

Now he's a menace, using loads of cursed patterns to paint his island in and give his villagers ugly shirts.

His own character wears a "Pussy Master" shirt.

Will visit Caesar’s and your island just to mess with you and gift your villagers ugly clothing and furniture.

Avid time skipper.

Biggest troll you two know and yet you love him.

  🌟

Jotaro:

Not interested, didn't know what it was until he saw you having fun with it.

He asked Kakyoin what the game is, and he happily showed Jotaro.

Jotaro eventually surprises you with a friend request on your switch.

He doesn't do much around his island, just places some stuff here and there.

Is absolutely obsessed over aquatic Villagers and filling the fish part of the museum to take pictures there with you.

  🌟

Josuke:

Organized Town, pretty layout, casual player that takes his time to slowly work towards everything.

Will make his house gaming themed.

One part of the island is dedicated to recreating the cafe and fill it with references to you and his other friends.

Eager to get his friendship up with all his villagers, loves to give them gift and talks to them daily.

Loves the Nookmile tickets/ Kapp'n trips and goes on them whenever he can.

  🌟

Giorno:

Froggy Chair obsessed.

Owns the Sanrio Amiibo cards and decorates with it.

Also has all the villager amiibo cards and everyone is welcome to borrow them to get their favorites on their respective islands.

Loves the museum and eagerly works on filling it, gifting anything he already has to you.

Cute natural island theme with loads of plants and occasional duplicated statues spread around.

Made a cute park for you that has lots of hybrid flowers and cutesy furniture.

Loves all villagers, but his favorites are the frogs.

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Jolyne:

Surprisingly organized in a sense?

Like you, Ermes, FF and her share a group chat where everyone posts their newest decoration updates, what villagers moved in and might move out, turnip prices.

You trade furniture for the catalog and help each other's museum, teamwork makes the dream work.

Loads of pictures of you four hanging out in the coffeeshop.

One room in her house is dedicated to you and filled with references to your relationship.

Anasui is banned from all islands, and you designed a custom pattern with his face and a red X on it that all of you have next to your airport.

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Johnny:

Johnny wasn't big into it at first and then got completely hooked.

Only Horse and Mouse villagers.

Western themed all the way. Kentucky state flag as his island flag.

Loves Gyroids and has multiple in each room.

Gyro and he trade furniture and ignore the museum completely. They are only interested in decorating their homes and island to have it perfect.

Made it big with turnips but refuses to explain to Gyro how it works.

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Gappy:

Was confused at first why you liked the game so much.

Yasuho and you made him his sailor outfit and buy him some furniture to start him up with.

You two explain the whole concept roughly to him and then let him play.

You never expected him to figure it out super quickly and making loads of money with turnips.

His house was upgraded faster than yours and Yasuho’s, he began making his own custom paths, made an orchard on his island.

He quickly takes a huge liking to the game and loves everything about it.

He leaves the island largely as it is, the only stuff he really decorates are his house, the orchard (reminiscent of the Higashikata one) and the little area with his villagers.

The rooms in his house are all dedicated to a person that he then decorates accordingly to. (You, Yasuho, Holly, the Higashikata Family etc)

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

teen!gojo satoru x reader - super short oneshot in which you go on your first real date

This made my heart feel so full, I absolutely loved writing this. I'd so super totally write a part two, maybe a second date or something? please leave a ❤️ if you want part 2, so that way I know if it's worth writing...although I might still write it anyways.

words: 1582

warnings: cursing, dirty jokes, mushy stuff, and ice cream biting.

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"Whatcha lookin' at?"

Satoru's playful voice startled you a little as he put his arm around your shoulder, leaning down so your faces were next to each other. Your eyes were now on him and not the inside of the jewelry store you were in front of, His circular sunglasses resting on the tip of his nose. You had been walking with him, but a pretty ring in the store caught your eye, so much so that you nearly forgot you were on your first date.

well, your first real date. You and Satoru had been dating for some time now, both of you training to become sorcerers at Jujitsu Tech, but it dawned on the two of you that you never hung out together with the explicit intent of being romantic. you both immediately planned a date in town, wanting to walk, maybe shop, definitely eat, and all around just have a good time.

"Nothin'," you responded nonchalantly, scanning the town square to find a good place to stop and eat. You tapped at your cheek, stomach rumbling as a couple of vendors caught your eye. "What do you think, takoyaki or..." You looked over, seeing your normally clingy boyfriend was missing. Your head whipped back and forth, searching for him, before getting a glimpse of his signature white hair in the window of the same jewelry store you were just looking at.

You watched as he handed the clerk some cash, grabbed a bag, and walked out with that same confident and carefree stride he always had. Once he exited, seeing you just at the entrance, he grinned down at you goofily. "Oh heyyyy Usagi-chan, fancy seein' you here," He said blithely, as if he wasn't by your side less than a minute ago.

"Heyyyy toru, whatcha got there," you asked with mock curiosity, already knowing what he had. He just shrugged, plopping the bag in your hand before sniffing at the air and mumbling, "mmm, takoyaki." well, it's settled, you're getting takoyaki. You opened up the bag, seeing 3 boxes stacked neatly on top of each other. How many boxes does one ring need...? Turns out just one, because he had bought you the ring, a necklace, and a bracelet.

"Uh- Satoru, you didn't have to-" You looked up, and he was gone again, the bastard. You looked around in a similar fashion as before, but this time he popped up behind you, arm around your shoulders once more. "didn't havta what?" He held two takoyaki sticks in front of your face, two more in his other hand. After a pause, you just grinned and chuckled a little. "You're a special lil guy, huh," you teased, taking the takoyaki as he walked the two of you to a big tree in the center of the shopping district. It had a raised structure around the base, perfect for sitting beneath the shade.

"I'm your special lil guy," he countered, sitting cross legged next to you. For the next hour the two of you sat, ate, and talked under that tree, playing games and goofing off like teens did.

"Ok, Ok, hold still," He snickered as you turned around. It was his turn to trace a drawing on your back, which you'd have to guess once he finished. His skinny index finger, gently dragging across your back, went in delicate waves and lines, one half circle, one straight line, another half circle leading to yet another line, and a final bump up and then down. It was so obvious, your predictable boyfriend.

"Satoru," you asked sweetly.

"yeah," he said in between giggles.

"Is that a penis?"

"..."

"..."

"You're really good at this."

You both burst out laughing, you leaning back against him and he doubling over you. The sight was heartwarming, Just two teen lovebirds enjoying each other's company. You looked up at the pinkening light filtering through the trees, then to Satoru's loving gaze. Something about it just took your breath away, the way someone so easily distracted can have eyes only for you.

"Let's go get some ice cream," you offered, sitting up and brushing yourself off. "mmmm yeah, let's go to the one over there," he said, pointing at an ice creamery known for their giant towers of soft-serve. You nodded quickly and hummed in agreement, the two of you standing from your spot beneath the tree and taking the short walk over.

The shop was relatively small, but it had a few people enjoying themselves inside. It was a little surreal, being around normies as two sorcerers in training. Like, to them, you were both just a normal couple, albeit highly attractive. You watched as two girls giggled and blushed at the both of you, and as much as you'd like to say you weren't a jealous person, it kind of made you twitch. You shook the feeling off, knowing you were being irrational, and your attention was quickly grabbed by your boyfriend yanking you away and saying, "look!"

He saw two pinball machines in the corner, the sight immediately making the both of you light up. they were pretty beat up, but seemed functional. "Loser has to give the other one a kiss," Gojo said, which made you giggle a little. "so then...you get the same thing if you win or lose?"

"...Alright alright, so I'm not amazingly right all the time, It's difficult being so perfect sometimes! how about..." you chimed in, a competitive gleam in your eye as you said, "Loser pays?" He gave a mischievous smile, holding his hand out for you to shake. You took it, and he pulled you in for a kiss while slipping a coin in his machine. You gasped, betrayed by your one true love. "Asshole," you yelled with an astonished grin, getting a coin in your own machine as quickly as possible.

The two of you played for a solid 30 minutes, keeping the ball out of the holes (Something he joked about incessantly while trying to distract you) and accidentally breaking several records. The game was getting heated, crowds surrounding you as you two played neck and neck. "Hey Usagi-chan," Gojo taunted, clearly about to talk trash. "What," you panted, because while not physically taxing, a game of pinball this competitive had you holding your breath.

"I love you."

"Huh?!" you whipped your head around to him, eyes wide. All 3 of your balls sunk, and Satoru was the winner. "Yes!" He cheered, arms flying up as everyone clapped. He looked over at your flabbergasted face, arms lowering as his viciously prideful smile turned into a gentle, more loving one. "I really do," he muttered to you, trying not to let anyone in on the moment.

That failed, however, when you panned to the crowd and raised your own arms up in victory. "He loves me!" The audience was silent for a moment, before giving an uproar of applause. You looked back at him, he was so adorable when he was laughing like this, and smiled brightly. "I love you," you muttered back to him, taking his hand in yours.

The two of you ended up getting free ice cream after attracting so much business, and when you walked out you realized how late it was. Stars were twinkling in the sky, although they were just about drowned out by the twinkling lights of Tokyo. He watched as you gazed up at them, making sure you weren't going to trip as you walked. He took the opportunity to lean in, get real close... and BITE the top of your ice cream off.

"Hey," you gasped, although you didn't sound all that offended. "What? Your flavors are different than mine." He licked his lips, BITING into his own strawberry and mint chip ice cream. odd combo, but not bad sounding.

To get back at him, you leaned in to steal a little of his ice cream, but he was too fast for you. You tried again, and again he pulled it away. You went back and forth like this about 5 times over before you finally got a taste. Unfortunately, the only reason you got any taste was because your face smashed into it.

"Bleh," You groaned, wiping off the ice cream on your nose and chin in one smooth motion before shaking the excess off your hand. He laughed, grinning stupidly as he joked, "Man, our first date and your face is already covered in cream." You rolled your eyes, wiping what little was left on your hand on his shirt. "You wish," you teased, unable to stop smiling and equally unable to stop blushing.

You pulled out your phone, checking the time and seeing it was past Jujitsu Tech curfew. "We gotta go back," You sighed, looking back up at him. "But I haven't proposed my undying love for you yet," he pouted sarcastically, finishing off the cone of his ice cream. You handed him yours, no way you were going to finish it anyways.

"You'll just have to wait until next time," you sighed, a hand on his arm. He was already almost finished with your ice cream, dude was serious when it came to sweets. "So...there's gonna be a next time," he asked gleefully, before standing up straight and pretending to find the news unimpressive. "I just knew it, my boyish charm is too much for you to handle," he sighed, taking your hand in his.

Maybe, just maybe, he was right this time.

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this thing went on for way longer than I was expecting, it was supposed to be around 600 words, but I loved it! Can you tell I've been hyperfixating on him? As always, leave a comment on what you liked, what you didn't like, or literally anything, I love reading them!

[itsbroz0neglitters]

Trust In me

So I was at my little cousin's house the past few weeks, and she kept playing the sister location song "Trust Me," I got this idea to write mini fanfic or some sort of headcanons. However, you say it. Also, this is my first post, so I hope you all enjoy it. ^-^

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POV: You were the new security guard working at the Brozone location. You had to stay here til 6AM. That's when your shift was over, and things weren't going as you had planned because Branch had some plan to get you to help him and his bro escape this place...

As you heard footsteps approaching, there branch was standing behind you; you freaked and let out a yelp

Branch: So listen closely if you want to make it through the night. My Brothers, they have their ways to find you; just don't let them bite You cannot make it through these nights without my help Place your trust in me; you have no one else

Branch: Clay, he can hear, So keep your voice down

Branch: John Dory, well, let's just say He likes to play games. Bruce helps keep him calm When out of order

The further you back away from branch, the more you bump into something but someone. As you point your flashlight towards floyd, he is still standing there. He could attack you at any time

Branch: Floyd's there all along in the dark

As Night 4 approached you were kidnap by Branch you knew branch would somehow betray you at some point as he let you out

Branch: I feel like you are not trusting me enough, and I know what's right, I will guide you safely through this night

You didn't want to go any further because Branch was up to no good, but the sweet, soft voice convinced you to try to help him, so he guided you only to lead you to your death in the scooping room.

As soon as you entered the scooping room, you knew something wasn't right. You saw all the broken body parts of the Brozone. You knew branch had led you into death row as you saw a fusion, which was a fusion of all the Brozone brothers

Branch Talking through the fusion body: And though it's true I kidnapped you, please know it was for your own good I've kept you hidden. Now, night 4 can begin

Branch: It would only hurt just a little bit, but we will finally be free from this place once and for all.

GAME OVER.....

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my first post. If you have any idea or a topic you want me to discuss, I'll gladly discuss it. Just ask on my trolls 2 trolls request box. I will and can refuse requests from anyone if they break the rules also, follow my 2nd Blog account in which I write headcanons and fanfics @broz0neglitters 

[paintedgrilledcheese]

Cheese's 100 follower special part 1

(Thank you all for following me and sticking around to see what contents I post!!! For hitting triple digits I'm doing special posts. This one is all about the cut and unused content ideas/plans for RPs.)

(For the people who wanted to be tagged: @ilovefukuchi @myluckymoon @caffeiiine )

Each unplanned idea will be in character order of when I first created them.

Levi

There's a lot with Levi when I first made him. At first there wasn't a proper backstory for him other than that he was a traumatized guy.

Levi was already arrested in his backstory before, so my whole goal with him was to get him arrested again and sent back to prison.

This would have triggered a rescue mission, or a prison escape (in my head I made Sayaka and Oscar go save him)

On the same topic of rescuing Levi, I have this old idea I played in my head where Levi was supposed to be kidnapped by this ability user that had the power to trap people in this video game. Bro Levi would have been in a little cage like Princess Peach.

If Levi was ever brought back to prison I would have created a little headspace segment for him (kinda like omori)

Ross

At first, Ross wasn't supposed to be a military captain. Instead, he was going to be some doctor to kidnap Levi back for experiments. This was changed to fit the backstory more.

Ross and Levi were supposed to have this big fight at one point.

And Ross was supposed to die by Levi finally killing him but in a bitter sweet goodbye.

Dr. Ikari

He was supposed to be the more cold doctor, but instead, he gave a more "I don't give a crap attitude."

He was going to help capture Levi, only to calm him down.

Nothing much about him other than a potential death.

Cooper

Oh boy, there is so much for Cooper.

At first, Cooper wasn't going to be brought back entirely. All because the og Cooper was dead and it would have ruined some of Levi's character development. So instead, I made this Cooper from a different universe.

At first, I was going to have him wander around and ask multiple people, "Are you my master?" But on the first one with Shibusawa, I had him settle with him for a long time.

He was almost gay or bi, but I gave him a female love interest. (Also his "love" for Shibusawa was more so a obsession than actual love.)

Big one‼️ Cooper at one point before he killed X, was going to go back to X. Either through by getting fired or just plain manipulation.

There were going to be multiple times in which he got kidnapped but those never happened.

At one point, he was going to snap, but that never happened as well.

Richard Connell

He was going to be more of an evil, bad guy with a god complex. Now he silly.

Fiona Delgado

She was created to flirt with an older version of Shibusawa. That never happened.

She was supposed to work at a normal boring job but I changed it to be the Port Mafia.

Hunter

Was going to die, never happened.

He was going to be a cool priest, but now he works for the Special Operations Division.

Dr. Paul

Was supposed to hunt down every vampire and try to kill then all.

Perhaps give him a potential love interest in which the irony of it is that the love interest is a vampire.

Felix

He was supposed to be more angry and charming, but he's just some goofy guy who yells at his rival and is actually a lot more friendly.

He was supposed to be ability-less but him having a cool sword as his ability sounded cool.

At one point, Lance (from Prime Softwares) was going to change Felix's "programming" and make him go on a murder rampage. Possibly a really intense boss fight with X.

Prime Softwares

Lance was supposed to die (he's barely alive but he's alive)

Lance and Grian were supposed to have this discussion and Lance would have threaten to deactivate Grian.

At one point, Grian would have completed a mission, but Lance would deactivate him anyways for a more new and improved model.

So Grian was almost a box of scraps for anyone to take.

The whole thing with the androids was to learn how to fuse ability user's blood into androids so androids could have said ability from the user. Basically weapons.

Because Lance wanted to take over the world with these androids.

At one point Grian was going to turn on Lance and attack Lance instead.

[skz-streamer]

Delivery Service

Simptober Romance Tropes M-list

Pairing: Jisung (skz) x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Notes: I REALLY LIKED WRITING THISSS I HAD ALOT OF FUNNN :)))) I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTTTTTTT<3333

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately face claims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

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As a part time job in college you worked as a delivery driver

nothing to fancy, just delivering boxes n stuff to houses, resturants

whoever needed a package delivered

it was a good way to make money

you were on your last delivery of the day, delivering a new fryer to a fried chicken place, fried chicken sounded really good rn

maybe you would get some after dropping the package off

you pulled into the back exit of the restaurant and took the box out of the truck

it was heavy omg

in some kind of pick up attempt you stumbled down the ramp of the truck leaving the package behind and you tumbling down

well at least the package was safe

you felt someones hand on your back "you okay?"

you looked up

"yeah im okay, thanks" you replied

it was a cute guy, you assumed he worked here by the looks of his apron

he asked if you wanted help with the box, you agreed

thankfully the two of you placed the box inside the place without anyone falling

you thanked him and asked for his name

"jisung! but you can just call me Han, it dosnt really really matter" he blushed a little and you noticed it

ahhh he really was cute

"hey! you wanna eat something?" he asked

you nodded happily, aksing if he wanted to join you

so the two of you sat down at a small table in the backlit was closing time anyways so no customers

the two of you just talked about random stuff, studies, relationships, family

You realized that Jisung was really sweet and caring

he was a great listener (and gossiper)

you swear half of time just went into both of you guys bursting out in laughter

it was around 10 and you knew you had to leave

you thanked him for the food (he treated obviii) and said that you would buy next time

He smiled a the mention that there would be a next time

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The next time you delivered was about a week later

You were happy to meet Jisung again but when you showed up you realized he wasn't there, gladly they didn't order anything heavy so you took it inside yourself

Maybe he didn't work today

you left the place sad, you were looking forward to meet him

you waited for the day that the resturaunt would place another order, but nothing came in

You decided you would just go there, whatever

you didn't need an excuse to see him

When you showed up you saw him at the cashier's desk

you ran up to him smiling"heyyy!!!!" you said

he looked up from the register and immediately smiled

"hi! I missed you, my breaks in about 10 we can talk then if you want"

"sure!!!" you happily said, gosh why were you so giddy around him

When his break came around the two of you need up going to the dessert store next door

he mentioned that the shop wasn't doing too good and that it might shut down

you comforted him and told him you can always hook him up with delivery if something goes wrong ;)

he laughed and thanked you

and just like that the two of you exchanged numbers and recently had get togethers and meeting from now to then

Both of you became inseparable, you would stay at eachotehrs houses and binge watch animes, play board games, anything really

you just felt free around him, free to be yourself, free from your worries. it was nice :)

one day you decided to surprise him at work and you showed up to the shop, but it was closed.

you remembered him talking about the shop closing but you didn't think it really would

You texted him asking if he was doing okay

He replied back asking if he could stay at your place a little, everything at his was a mess

Apparently the owners of the chicken shop also owned that apartment that Han lived in, so when the shop went down so did hans apartment

You told him that he was more then welcome to stay at your place

So at about 11 in the night Han pulled up to your apartment

gosh your here late you said

he grumbled about packing and stuff but you could tel that overall he was happy to stay with you

you asked if he knew how many days he would be staying to which he responded idk

you let him know that he could stay as long and he wanted to :)

naturally, over the next few days the two of you had a lot of fun together

you even got a noise complaint once

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It was late in the night, or rather early morning as the clock read 12:36am

the two of you were staying up binging new season of the show that you liked

he was sitting up while your head lay in his lap

him fiddling with your hair ever now and then and you drawing small shapes into his arm

That's when you knew, you caught feelings

you didn't want to make it awkward between the two of you but he was so perfect

you wished you could just stay like tis forever

you adjusted yourself and turned to the side

Han noticed this and grabbed the blanket from behind it, draping it over you

"thanks Hannie" you mumbled

Han blused at the nickname

you had never called him this, did it just slip out of your mouth?

You had already drifted into sleep and hadn't even noticed that you referred to him as 'Hannie'

Han placed his hand on your arm hugging you into him, admiring your soft breaths and smooth hair tickling his arm

That's when he knew

he was in love with you

but he didn't want to ruin your friendship

he too fell asleep with you in his arms

he would tell you soon, you would tell him soon

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[hairstevington]

Hi! I would love to see the 1st Valentine’s Day prompt(a bouquet of their favourite flowers) for steddie! Specifically Eddie bringing Steve flowers(idk why but I’m a firm believer that Steve secretly loves getting gifted flowers lol!). If you do do this thank you so much!! <3333

Ahhhhhh yes LET’S GOOOO!!! Thanks for the request! (Ao3 link here!)

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Some reeeeal fluffy shit, Eddie secretly pining over his best friend Steve, gay scheming, romance

A/N: This ended up being a bit more than just flowers, but hopefully it suffices! If anyone else is interested here is the prompt post, I also took inspiration from this cute lil post by @grandwretch :)

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Eddie always teased Steve about his romantic conquests. They frequently discussed best practices for him to woo women - including knowing their favorite color, their birthday, their favorite movie, etc. Eddie watched Steve date beautiful woman after beautiful woman, always putting in so much effort and getting so little back.

That's probably why Eddie started doing it.

"Should I get her the blue bracelet or the green one?" Steve would ask.

"I dunno man, what's her favorite color?"

"Blue. But her eyes are green."

"Get the blue. The two colors look good together anyway," Eddie answered as if he was somehow the person to ask about such things. He'd never really dated anyone, but he'd seen a lot of movies, and watched a lot of high school couples date each other.

"Thanks," Steve would say. He was always appreciative for the second opinion, even though the opinion was based on nothing.

"No problem," Eddie smiled. "Hey, what's your favorite color?"

Any time Steve asked for advice, Eddie would eventually turn it back on Steve. It was all part of his master plan, you see - he wanted to make Steve feel special on Valentine's Day. Not in a gay way, he told himself. Steve's my friend, it's not like that.

He tried to convince himself he was doing it platonically, or because it would be funny to see Steve all flustered, but deep down Eddie knew that it was far more than that.

But him and Steve were friends, and that's all they'd ever be, and he'd accepted that.

A week before Valentine's Day, there was a package on Steve's doorstep addressed to him. He wasn't expecting any mail, and the box was so haphazardly wrapped it was almost scary. Like, he was pretty sure he'd seen this exact set-up in a horror movie. Main character gets mysterious package that ends up ruining their life.

(It didn't end up ruining his life, but it sure as hell changed it)

Inside the box was a teddy bear - one of those real cutesie ones you find at a giftshop this time of year. Steve was confused, and wondered if it was even delivered to the right place - sure enough, there was a handwritten note that confirmed it. I call him Steve Bearington, it read. Steve smiled, but still had no idea who it was from. The girl that he'd gone on a few dates with could never have been responsible for the disastrous way the gift was wrapped. He shrugged. It must have been a secret admirer - he got those sometimes.

He told Eddie about it the next day, and Eddie pretended to act surprised. He didn't want to give his secret away, especially when he went so far as to ask some random person to write out the stupid note so that Steve wouldn't recognize his handwriting. He probably should have asked them to wrap it, too, but whatever. Steve was so happy about it, so Eddie continued with his plan.

Eddie learned that Steve liked sour candy over chocolate, so he got him some. Then he wrote him a poem - it wasn't, like, the greatest thing ever written, but Eddie did tend to have a way with words. He delivered the candy two days before Valentine's Day, and on the eve of the holiday he had one of his other friends discreetly stick the poem on Steve's front door and ding-dong-ditch while he and Eddie were hanging out, just to throw him off his game even more.

"Oh my god, they did it again," Steve said when he picked the poem from the door. "Who is this person?" Eddie appreciated that he said person, instead of woman.

"What does it say?" Eddie asked, biting his lip to keep from grinning. He watched as Steve read it to himself first, his brow furrowing.

"It's, uh," he said, folding it nicely and putting it in his pocket. "It's good."

Hell yeah it is, Eddie thought to himself.

Steve had a date on Valentine's Day - Eddie knew this, and it was to be expected anyway, since Steve almost always had a date on most days. He was leaving at 7, so Eddie showed up at 6.

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Steve didn't have much more to do to get ready for the date - he was already having a good hair day, and he'd picked out an outfit that had done him well in the past. He just was still caught up on who wrote him that poem.

Nobody had written him a poem before, like ever. Steve hadn't ever attempted to write one for anyone else. He wasn't that good at analyzing them in English class, so he'd grown a bit tired of poetry as a whole.

But the one left on his front door sparked a new appreciation for it.

He was confused when the doorbell rang, because he wasn't expecting anybody. Then, he wondered if maybe, he'd find another poem out there.

Instead, he found Eddie. Well, actually, he found a person standing there with flowers covering their face, but the mane of curly brown hair surrounding the flowers gave him away.

They were daisies. Eddie was probably the only person in the world that knew Steve liked daisies, and it wasn't even something he'd explicitly said. He just knew he was drawn to them when he saw them, and he'd pointed them out a few times while he was with Eddie.

"Special Valentine's delivery for Harrington!" Eddie announced, letting himself in. Steve watched as he set them on the table, confident as always, a bright smile on his face. But Steve was mostly just confused.

"What...the hell?" Eddie's bravado faltered just a little bit.

"Hasn't anyone ever gotten you flowers before?" Eddie asked.

"No, but I've bought a lot of flowers before, and -"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Eddie interrupted. "My point exactly. You deserve flowers too, Steve."

"God, what's with all the gifts from people this week?" Steve whined, completely overwhelmed. "Between this and the secret admirer thing, I just -"

Steve's head was spinning, and he wasn't the most observant person, but he did have enough sense to notice the way Eddie winced at the mention of the secret admirer.

"Yeah, well," Eddie said, his tone softer than before. "Like I said, you deserve it."

There was a thick silence as Steve realized what was happening.

"Eddie..." he said, putting it all together. Eddie was the only one who would have known to get him any of that stuff. Steve openly told Eddie all kinds of things he never admitted to anyone else, because he didn't think Eddie was paying attention. He certainly didn't think Eddie had been filing it away to do this.

"I hope you have a good date tonight," Eddie said, suddenly feeling quite stupid about this whole thing. He turned to leave, but Steve stopped him.

"The poem - you wrote it?" Eddie nodded.

Steve thought about straight-up reciting it to Eddie in that moment, to prove to him just how much he liked it. He'd read it so many times it was burned into his brain, just as he wanted it to be.

Huh.

He wasn't expecting this from his best friend, but he was shocked at how weird it didn't feel. Finding out Eddie had been his secret admirer just made sense.

"Doesn't have to be a big deal," Eddie mumbled. "I just - I don't want this to - Like, I'm sorry if -"

"I gotta go cancel my plans with Deb," Steve said.

"What?"

"She'll live. Besides, it wouldn't be that cool of me to go out with someone when I'm thinking about someone else."

"What?" Eddie repeated. He really didn't expect to get this far. "What are you saying?"

Steve smiled - his brilliant, trademark smile that always made Eddie feel warm inside.

"Do you wanna be my Valentine, Munson?"

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[lust4life01]

Go Go dancin tonight (Part 1 )

Warnings!! 18+ stripping, threesome, oral (m, receiving), praising/degrading language, penetration maybe more idk.

pairing: Greg House x f/Reader x James Wilson

It had been a relatively quiet night despite the flashing lights and blaring music, unfortunately though this was bad news for your bank account. You had taken on the job of dancing half naked in front of horny guys as a side hustle, apparently you completely misjudged just how cost effective living in New Jersey could be. Anyway, you still managed to waggle your hips and bat your eyelashes enough to end up with a new designer bag or some new heels by the end of the week, courtesy of the old cheating bastards. 

As you were a couple boring dances into the night you just needed some excitement. Someone interesting to help pass the time but of course with your luck an extremely dull looking man requests you. You sigh before putting on your best showgirl face and trail over to him, pulling your leg up onto his table staring into his eyes. You point to your thigh band without muttering a word.

The man sits dumbly for a second before realising what you were insinuating, bringing out his battered wallet, he fishes for a 20 dollar note and places it inside the band.

Raising your eyebrows you keep your leg and glance the same. If you were going to spin around and perform on a poll, in your underwear, for this guy he could cough up more than a lousy 20.

Catching on, he grabs another 20 from his wallet and in doing so tries to make conversation as you reluctantly accept the measly $40.

“Boy you don't ask for much do you? He mumbles sarcastically, placing the other 20 into your thigh band.

You give a mocking smile back and lean closer into him to whisper in a hush tone

“If you looked like me, would you dance for a lousy 20?”

 Not expecting your reply he lets out a nervous laugh and shakes his head slowly 

“Suppose not.”

As you're about half way through the dull man's dance you spot two handsome middle aged men walking through the door. One looks pretty apprehensive about being here, probably scared of being seen as disrespectful or something. While the other man's face looked like he had just won an all inclusive holiday.

Still performing you can't help but keep your gaze on them, analysing them. Trying to figure out how well they could play your game. As your eyes stick to them like honey, the excited man holding a cane caught your prolonged stare. Holding his gaze as the other man rambled on in his ear, you give him a cheeky grin and a wink before turning away to finish your cheap dance.

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“House I seriously don't know about this I mean I-” Wilson rambles on at the door, looking around at everyone in the club.

House’s wide grin fades as he cuts Wilson off with a huff  “Will you just shut up and pick one?” pointing to the multiple women dressed in lingerie and big heels.

He most definitely wasn't letting Wilson back out of this now. Not when he had seen the sheer amount of dancers dotted around. House's eyes scanned the club as he spoke, feeling someone's eyes pried over to him and that's when he catches your stare. Fuck you were hot. He knew just by the way your siren eyes pierced his, that you were going to be fun.

Letting out a flustered scoff Wilson turns to House, who is too busy peering over at you.

 “Pick one, what like they're some donuts in a box, I mean it just feels a little degrading and- What are you looking at?”

 He looks over House's shoulder trying to see what had caught his attention so quickly, when he laid his eyes upon you.

Wow. Okay maybe staying for a while wouldn't hurt.

“Sweet Jesus, her. I pick her.”

 House turns to Wilson and furrows his brows in slight jealousy 

“No. Pick another one, I saw her first.”

James shakes his head with a serious expression “You said to pick a dancer and I picked her, so she's gonna be my dancer. And plus you don't own her, she can dance for whoever she wants.”

 Before pausing he continues “which will be me.”

House laughs at him in irony “Yeah well when you were too busy whining she was eye fucking me, Mr Hypocrite” 

 Wilson crossed his arms over his chest as he rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah sure she was House, was she also doing a cartwheel while playing the guitar?”

“Mock all you want but it's obvious she’ll choose me, I mean she works in a strip club for god sake, I'll be surprised if she isn't riddled with daddy issues.And I'm older so I seem more well, daddier than you”

House says while giving Wilson a smug look.

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After finishing the dance you walk over to the bar to have a chat with the very kind barman who gives you a free shot to loosen up the night. When downing the tequila shot you hear the voice of someone to the right of you.

“Drinking on the job? No judgement, I do too but sometimes the guys im poking with a needle can get a little funny” 

You turn your head and realise it was the man from earlier, and the other cute one sat to the right of him.

Smirking you decide to entertain the very handsome yet funny guy.

 “Well most people like tits and booze, not sure tequila and hospitals go together too well. Unless you're giving out a different type of needle.”

He smirked, now you had him really interested, and not just in your body.

“What if I'm both a doctor and a junkie?”

“Hm, junkie and medical malpractice I can't tell which one turns me on more” You mock as he sips his drink keeping his eyes stuck to your lips.

Before he could answer you lean forward trying to catch a glimpse of his timid friend

“Is your friend also a doctor?”

Wilsons head lifted from his drink over to you at the mention of him, giving you a tight lipped smile

“Oh yeah he saves cancer kiddies, boring I know” House jokes before turning the conversation back to you.

“So how much does a pretty girl like you charge for a dance?”

Moving your eyes from the cocky guy's friend over to his you can't help but want to entertain them both. It was obvious the timid one also wanted a dance from you, but apparently the blue eyed doctor was far more forward with his desires.

“Well i'm very expensive you see, how much is a doctor like you willing to pay?” you say while looking him up and down.

“$100.” The blue eyed man says.

“$150.” the timid man challenges.

There it was, you knew there was more than shyness to him, a good looking man like him could have a girl like you begging for it.

House turned his head to Wilson with a pissed off look before turning back to you

“Fine. $200”

Laughing at their competition for your attention you look between them both.

“Oh come on boys there's enough to go around, as long as you have the cash.”

You would have let them sit and bid higher for your service but for once you actually wanted to dance for them. You wanted them to see you strip, the way your body can swing around a poll.

Smirking, you grab the blue eyed doctor's hand and begin to make your way to the private rooms. Wilson clearly did not catch onto your statement, staying seated in defeat as you grabbed Houses hand. Once you realised the other man stayed sat you turned to him, cocking an eyebrow.

“You not coming? You seemed pretty keen early”

And with that he immediately stood up and followed you to the room, on your trip across the bar you were itching to know their names. Turing to the tall confident man you ask

“So what should I call you? Dr what?”

 “Call me Greg.”

“And what about you baby?” you ask the brown eyed doctor sweetly. You wanted to see how the clearly more confident man would react to giving his friend a more intimate name.

Smiling and blushing at your pet name he clears his voice before telling you to call him James.

The private room was lined with cushioned walls, with a big round booth couch.

In the middle of the circle there was a round platform with a long silver poll attached. There was a small table at the front of the room, lined with booze, an ashtrays and a pack of smokes.

House and Wilson took in the aesthetic of the room before Wilson took a seat on the couch and House grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the table.

Finally situated in their seats, Wilson gawking at you and House sat drinking from the bottle also infatuated with you, as you slowly strutted around the poll, letting them take in every part of your body. The song 'Money Honey' by Lady Gaga played softly in the background as you slid down the poll, now sat directly in front of them on your knees with your legs spread wide apart and your arms up connected around the poll.

“So do you usually take two men at a time?” House asks and you giggle, very aware he wasn't just asking about dancing for two men.

Wilson groaned into his hands, before turning to the eager man sitting beside him “Jesus House.”

‘ House. Hmh as in Doctor House? Greg was boring. House fit him better’ you thought to yourself.

You look at the flustered man and back to House to answer the question.

“Well it's usually against the rules, you know the whole three's a crowd thing but I can make an exception for sexy doctors, House.”

 You say drawing out the name, completely ignoring the fact he told you to call him Greg.

“Are there any other rules?” James asks, you think it's sweet. You’re standing in front of him with your legs spread and he's still keen to make sure you're comfortable.

“Yes. No touching, or security will throw you out regardless of your dicks in your hands.” You say smiling. 

Wilson nods, starting to get impatient he asks “How should we pay you?”

You lean forward exposing your chest from your small outfit in front of the men's eyes. 

House's eyes widen and he bites his lip, pulling two $100 dollar bills from his pocket and placing them in your bra.

Wilson does the same but as he does you lick your lips and stare up at him with fuck me eyes.

“What do you want me to do James? Anything you want, just say it.”

He takes a breath, feeling slightly overwhelmed with all the things he wanted you to do in that moment.

“Can you bend over? Please?”

You give an endearing smile at his politeness and stand up, bending over in front of him.

“So do you guys like fuck together or something?” you ask out of pure curiosity.

Their eyes were glued to your ass, the question startling Wilson who let out a nervous laugh and began to protest while House stayed silent with his lip in between his teeth admiring your behind.

“No, no God no!” Wilson threw his hands up in defence but what you found more interesting was House's silence.

You turn back around bring your face inches from House’s and stared at his lips.

“And what about you? House. What do you want mhm?”

Not a second goes by before he answers. “To touch you.”

“Well my boss wouldn't be too happy about that. Pick something else.” You tell him in a sweet yet demanding tone.

He persists but the way you teased him had him nearly exploding

“I didn't mean now, somewhere your boss wouldn't know about it” He replies ignoring your question.

You never usually felt so worked up and flustered by clients, to you it was just a job but with these too it was different. You wanted them both. If you were honest you wanted House to touch you, while James watched.

“I'm not a whore.” you reply while still remaining inches away from his lips.

He smirks and stares back, matching your energy. He could see behind your cool composure.  He could tell you wanted him and Wilson to fuck you even if you acted like you werent fazed by the men.

“I wouldn't pay.”

Moving away you stand up and sit in between House and Wilson, facing towards Wilson and your back to House. Ignoring his advances.Wilson’s eyes had trailed over your chest in the process.

“Do you want me to take off my bra James?”

“God yes” He hums out

As you start to take off your bra, House scoffs from behind you which makes you smile. His obvious frustration was such a turn on, you couldn't help it. Taking the dollar bills from earlier and slipping them into your underwear you undress while keeping deep eye contact with the very attractive doctor sat in front of you.

“Hey it's my turn, he already got a request. And why do you call him by the name he gave but not me? His surname Wilson by the way.” He whines in jealousy, only seeing your bear back instead of your tits.

“You wasted your chance House, plus he's more polite than you”

Toying with him was more amusing than you initially thought it would be. But you also were trying to pay less attention to House because if you didnt you knew he'd have you bent over in some hotel room screaming his name.

Your tits were now fully exposed to Wilson, throwing the small piece of fabric other at House, just being careful enough to not expose your chest to him. You grin at the way his face lights up, but you also notice the way his pants tighten.

“Do you want to fuck me James? Are you turned on right now? You whisper in his ear, not close enough to touch him but loud enough for House to hear.

He looked up from your tits and to your face “Do you want me to fuck you? Are you turned on?” He asks sternly.

You can't help but be slightly taken back as just a minute ago he was as shy as anything. However, you just smile up at him and get up from the couch taking the bottle from House's hands and you take a large swig.

“Fuck me, theyre beautiful” House mutters under his heavy breath, finally getting a glimpse at your chest.

You stand back up on the poll and with one hand on the poll and the other attached the whiskey bottle and dropped your body so your legs were spread

“How long have you been doing this?” James asks 

 “3 months.”

“Does striping and dancing for horny men get you off? Do you ever want to fuck a client?” House pipes up.

“Does taking my clothes off for mostly cheating men make me wet? I mean sometimes. Have you ever slept with a patient?”

House quickly deflects onto Wilson “He fucked his dying patient, not the whole prince charming you think he is huh.”

Wilson glares over at House “Well that's not fair, it wasn't like that I merely-”

You interrupted not wanting to know more, you weirdly liked he was a little selfish. 

“You don't need to explain yourself to me James. Everyone has needs right?”

House lets out a chuckle staring in between your legs “You can say that again.”

“Sorry I didn't ask earlier but what's your name?” James asks, realising both him and House had only directly spoken to you and didnt ask your name.

“Cherry.” you answer quickly.

“Not your dirty stripper name, what's your actual name sweetheart?” House asks, he was now set on not only fucking you but also trying to figure you out.

You interested him. You were his new sexy puzzle.

“Why should I tell you?” you ask innocently now sat down with your legs in the splits position.

“So I know what name I'm supposed to moan when I'm buried inside you.”

House states while grabbing the bottle from your hand.

The amount of sexual tension in the room must have gotten you high, as you wanted that, but not just him. You wanted James as well, were they that horny for you they'd have a threesome? You woudn't usually do this. You don't fuck clients, you just dont. However, you didn't even see them as clients anymore, just some older men looking for mutual fun.

“(y,n).”

“Is that a yes?” 

House asks at your eagerness to give in. If you weren’t going to fuck him you would have stuck with your stripper name. Played it safe. But you didn't.

Now lying on the platform you arch your back and stare up to House.

“I'll tell you what House, I'll fuck you, because i'm really turned on right now but only on one condition.”

He hums in amusement looking at Wilson's disappointed face. House had won. Again. 

“Yeah and what's that princess (y,n)” He asks with a cocked brow.

“I want James there too. Not just watching either.”

James' face lights up with a smile but also slight concern. God you meant you wanted both of them to fuck you.

House tensed his jaw before thinking about it. Jesus he must have been drunk of the whisky, or just drunk from you but either way he realised his desire for you in that moment was greater than his pride. 

“Okay.” House says looking over at Wilson.

Wilsons face screws up at House's agreement. I mean he wanted you too but could he really deal with House mentioning a threesome anytime he wanted something from him. 

“Okay? Just like that?” Wilson asks in shock.

“Look, I'm not gonna touch you, you're not gonna touch me. We both get to taste heaven tonight. Win, win."

Wilsons held his face in his hands unsure what to do, until you had manoeuvered from your place and was now currently standing behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulder, breaking the no touch rule and leaned into his ear, begging him sweetly.

“Come on James, I need you. Sharings carings.” you moan into his ear, your voice heavy with desperation.

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 7

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“Olga, do I really have to go with you? I want to go home, I'm shattered.”

“It'll be just a minute. I'll check if I left my wallet in the kitchen and then we can go” she says. “And stop complaining, Liv. You are turning 25 tomorrow, not 80.”

“Feels like it” I sigh. Because today has been chaotic. 

There was a double training session and some meetings going on, which means that I've spent most part of my day making coffees for everyone, going up and down the stairs to deliver them to the offices, and taking meal orders since one of the waiters called in sick and Olga needed help. And as if that wasn't enough, since the game at the Emirates I've been sleeping like shit, constantly having nightmares where my dad finds out about me and Declan and kills him. Literally. In last night's dream he used an axe to do it. 

“I promise I'll be quick” Olga says, opening the cafeteria’s door.

“You better” I reply, following her. 

“Happy birthday!” everyone screams as I walk in.

“Bloody hell!” I yell, my heart on my throat. “What the fuck?”

“Language, Olivia” Madders says. “This is a birthday party!”

“A what?”

“Surprise!” Olga says while hugging me.

“You… you… what?”

“I know your dad said that you don't like celebrating your birthdays, but you only turn a quarter of a century once!”

“Wow, those are some big words for you, Maddison” I laugh.

“So funny, Liv” he replies, rolling his eyes. “Everyone is dying to wish you happy birthday, you know? Sonny made you a card, and I think a certain Spaniard even got you a present…”

“You all seriously need to stop with that.”

“I was talking about Bryan, Liv” Madders smirks. 

“You… Idiot” I say, hitting him in the arm.

“It's not my fault Spanish dudes love you!” he laughs. “Though you prefer them half Irish, don't you?”

“Shut up!”

“Half Irish? What did I miss here?” Olga asks.

“Nothing. James is talking shit as always.”

“Yes, I am” he laughs again. “Anyway, are you coming or not? I can't wait to try the cake. Alex told me it is your favourite, and knowing how obsessed you are with anything with chocolate, I'm sure it'll be amazing.”

“Wait, Alex is here too?” I ask.

“Yep.”

For the past few weeks he's been behaving super weird around me, basically ignoring me, and I still don't know why.

We've known each other our whole lives since my dad and his are best friends and  we live close by, and even though we've had our ups and downs (especially because of my dating life and him not liking any guy I did), he had never been like this. 

“C'mon, Liv. Let's go say hello to your guests” Olga says, linking her arm with mine and walking towards where everyone is. 

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“Happy birthday, dear Olivia… Happy birthday to you!”

“Don't forget about making a wish!” my mum says.

“Done” I smile.

For my actual birthday I'm having a small gathering with my parents, Alex's and him, the usual every year. After partying way past midnight with everyone at work, it is what I needed. Something chill and at home where I can wear my pyjamas, have crazy hair, and where no one will give me a weird look. Though this year my mum forced me to actually look nice since it is a special number.

“I can't believe my baby is 25 already” she says while hugging me. Or while squeezing me against her. “Where has time gone?”

“She was a tiny loud baby not that long ago, and now look at her. My darling is a beautiful, intelligent and wonderful woman I'm very proud of” my dad says.

“Oh, stop it” I say, trying not to get emotional. 

“Should we start with the presents before everyone starts crying?” Alex's mum chuckles.

“I told you I didn't need anything, guys.” 

“This is just a little detail” she smiles.

After opening a few more presents, it's time for my dad to give me his.

“I'm a bit nervous about this” he laughs, giving me a small box. “Hope you like it, darling.”

“Thank you” I say, slowly opening it. Inside it there is a car key, one that obviously has a Tottenham keychain. And under it, there is a note. “Look out the window? What does it mean?”

“It means exactly that. Look out the window” my dad says, nodding towards the big one in our living room.

“Ok…” I say, walking towards it. And then, I see it. It can't be. “Dad, is that… Oh my God, is that a Mini?” 

“It is, darling. Your Mini.”

“What?”

“It's yours, Olivia” my mum says.

“But I… you… how?” I mumble, looking from the car to the key in my hand.

“You've always been obsessed with that car for some reason. So much, that when you got your driving licence, I bought you a small replica of it” my dad says.

“You did, yes” I chuckle. “I still have it in my room.”

“Do you remember what I told you when I gave it to you?” 

“That one day… Oh, dad!” I say, running towards him and hugging him.

“I told you that one day I would buy you the real one, not just a toy. And that day has come” he says, hugging me back. “It isn't new, we couldn't afford it. But it is better than that thing from the Pleistocene you were driving.”

“It is perfect. The Mini, I mean” I say, moving to look at him. “It seriously is. I love you so much, dad. You too, mum.”

“Oh, Olivia” she says, joining our hug. 

“Did you film all that?” I hear Alex's dad say.

“I did” he replies. 

“I probably look so stupid” I laugh.

“You look beautiful, Liv” Alex says. And that was… odd. But whatever. 

“Why don't you kids take the car for a spin?” my dad suggests.

“Now? What about the cake?”

“You and your cakes, Olivia” my mum replies, rolling her eyes. “It will be here when you come back. Just be careful, ok?”

“Ok” I smile. “Thank you. Again” I say, giving my parents another hug. “I love you.”

“And we love you too. Now go, darling” my dad says.

“And Alex, don't let her go too fast.”

“I won't, Mrs. Chapman” he chuckles.

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“Liv, what did your mum say?” 

“Shhh” I reply, speeding up a bit more. 

“If you crash your car on the first day…” Alex laughs.

“That won't happen. I'm gonna take care of him as if he was my son.”

“Is it a boy?”

“It is a boy” I smile. “The most beautiful one.”

“You'll have to give him a name, then.”

“Urgh, I suck at choosing boys names.”

“Is that why all your pets growing up were girls even if they actually weren't?”

“Yep.”

“Then you better not have a son in the future” he laughs again. 

“Yeah” I smile. “I've missed hearing you laugh. Are you ok?” I ask him, slowing down now that we are back in our neighborhood. 

“Uh?”

“You've been avoiding me, Alex.”

“No, I just… I've had a lot going on and to like… Organise my feelings and thoughts.”

“Oh, I see. But is everything ok?”

“Yeah, don't worry. Park over there, I want to give you my present.”

“Ok” I say, doing as he has asked me.

“So… ummm… Liv” Alex says, nervously playing with the small box in his hands. “There is something I have to tell you.”

“I'm all ears.” 

“I… You… We…”

“C'mon, Alex” I say, playfully hitting his arm. “It's me.”

“Yeah, I know. That's why saying this is so difficult. Because it's you.”

“I don't understand.” Why does he look so nervous? I think the last time I saw him like this was when he dared to ask out the hottest girl in our class and she… No. No, no, no, no. He isn't going to…

“I love you, Liv.”

He is. Oh, my God, he is doing it.

“And not like the way you love your dad or a friend. I love you like something else.”

“Alex, I…”

“When I told you that I was trying to like organise my feelings and thoughts, I was talking about you. About what I feel for you. Because I… because I've realized that I've always been in love with you, Liv. That if I've been a prick and disliked all the boys you've dated or been around, it's because I was jealous. Because I wanted to be them. Because I love you.”

“Alex, listen…”

“This is for you” he says, opening the little box and showing me what is inside. A ring. He got me a freaking ring, and one that doesn't look cheap. 

“I can't accept it.”

“It is just a birthday gift, Liv. Nothing else.”

“Nothing else?” I laugh. “You just told me that you love me and now are giving me a ring, Alex. This totally looks like some kind of proposal.”

“Well, if you think about it like that… Then yes. It is a proposal. Liv, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

This can't be real. This has to be another of my nightmares. They all start the same, with something really good happening, and then boom! The killing starts. 

“Alex… I… No.” 

Have you seen that episode of "The Simpsons" where Lisa is dating Ralph, she breaks up with him while being live on tv, and when they are watching it again Bart says something like, look, if you slow it down you can see the exact moment where you break his heart? Well, that is happening right in front of me. 

“I'm very sorry, Alex. But I don't love you. I just like you as a friend.”

Wow, Olivia. Wow. You just delivered the most cliché line ever. 

“I see…” he says, closing the small box and putting it back in his pocket.

“I'm sorry.”

“I heard you the first time, Liv.”

“Ok, umm… I should drive us back home.”

“Is there someone else?”

“What?”

“Are you seeing someone?”

“Maybe...” I say, biting my lower lip. 

“Is it the Spanish guy? The one everyone keeps talking about at work.”

“Who, Pedro?”

“Yeah, him.”

“He isn't anyone from work or related to it.” Which is a lie, but it is best if he doesn't know.

“Oh, ok.” And those are the last words he says to me for the rest of the day.

[georgevilliers]

challengers fic recs

so in light of my previous post about art/patrick dynamics in fics, here are some fics I've read that I have really enjoyed so far (I'm not listing them here but please always be mindful of the tags and ratings...most of these are porn, so)

backslide - spqr - “So,” Patrick says, after an awkward minute. “I’m still your emergency contact.” “I forgot to change it,” Art lies.

this monstrous fire - kithmet - Afterward, in the hotel room, there’s a shift.

futile devices - emarallax - It hurts. Art had come to forget. Not to remember. “I’m sorry,” he begins, much more mellow now. “I had a shit day and I read the whole thing wrong.” “No no no no,” he shakes his hands placatingly in front of him, smiling even wider now. “You didn’t. I’m Patrick.” Art gives him a polite smile in return, “Art.” “You certainly are,” Patrick murmurs.

brutalizer - spqr - “If you win tomorrow,” Tashi tells Patrick, "I’ll let you fuck him.”

my moral standing is laying down - comosum - “It means he likes me to talk about you when we fuck,” Tashi says, blunt. Art feels every part of him go hot. “Tashi,” he says. “What?” Tashi asks. “We were going there anyway.”

cherrylime - concentrate, kocasoda - Their hotel room is still ten degrees hotter than it should be.

no 'i' in three - sundermount - “I am a stay-at-home husband, if you haven’t noticed,” Art says drily. “Taking care of my daughter while you fly around the world with my wife, Mister Calvin Klein.”

soft living - spanish_sahara - Years after the New Rochelle Challenger. Vignettes of a summer in Los Angeles.

is a dream a lie if it don't come true or is it something worse - comosum - “Have you read this?” Tashi doesn’t raise a brow but she does level him with a look. The look says that if she wanted to exert more than an iota of effort into this conversation, she would raise a brow. “Did you buy,” she drawls, still tapping out a rhythm on her laptop, “a teen magazine?” “It’s GQ,” Art says. There’s a beat. “Tashi.”

hit where it hurts - plastiswafers - Art's still not good enough, and Tashi needs another favor before the US Open begins. Patrick is all too happy to oblige.

games to play - civilbores - Art agrees to go on a road trip with Patrick and Tashi, and gets more than he bargained for.

triptych - kithmet - Tashi begins coaching Patrick—as does Art, in a way.

put all you need in me - melobaby - In which the hotel with Tashi wasn't the first time Art and Patrick have kissed.

if it turns out i peaked in high school just shoot me - anonymous - (it's a high school au)

it's only sex (it's only sex) - sharkhead - He just cracked open the window, and pulled a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket, half on the floor and half on her desk chair. He was musing on how far he must have thrown it, when Tashi says, voice clear and even from the bed, “You talk about Art a lot when we're fucking.”

we kiss and we keep busy - madddi13 - "Patrick what- what are you doing?” “Entertaining myself, Arty.” He says matter of factly, then leans up and sucks on Art’s skin.

knee deep in the passenger seat - melobaby - Two weeks after their Challenger, Art and Patrick have a night to themselves. They have a lot to talk about.

too bright to look at - timeloops - That’s the thing about Patrick Zweig. All he does is want. He doesn’t know how to stop. —patrick zweig, on desperately wanting someone to look back at you, even if you have to drive them away to do it

like real love - vokdas - Art tries not to worry about whether his wife loves him because he was always second to tennis anyway, and then third to Lily, and that’s fine. It’s not until he’s pushed to fourth that the wound starts to rot.

plausible deniability - plastiswafers - The page is unambiguously TMZ, but most of the screen is a photograph. A shitty photograph, to be sure, one that looks like it was taken with someone’s iPhone 4 and left to marinate for the better part of a decade—but a photograph. Of Art. And Patrick. At the Grove, two days ago. Patrick is kissing what could charitably be called Art’s cheek but is, in reality, the corner of his mouth. Art has an arm looped around Patrick’s shoulders. He’s all smiles. The headline: Following US OPEN FLAMEOUT, Art Donaldson seen with MYSTERY…MAN? DIVORCE RUMORS hit fever pitch—WHERE’S TASHI?

open heart / open container - comosum - “I don’t think you ever bought your own cigarettes in the six years I knew you.” “You’ve known me eighteen years,” Art corrects, instinctively.

che sarà sarà - galehautstomb - Art had been married to Tashi for half a decade and was still amazed by her ruthless efficiency in every aspect of her life. This included, to the surprise of no one who knew her well, vacations – or rather, breaks snuck between tennis matches which she qualified as such.

[leiandroid]

baseball girls + lil about them

rebecca only joined the team in her second year of highschool. baseball wasn't even on her radar as a club/sport to join. she was just a regular student going to school and then to work at her part-time job.

mika and huifen are good friends due to being on the baseball team where they had met in their first year. rebecca was never really close with them but being in the same year they all know each other anyway.

(actually idk if i wanna upgrade them to college girls but i also rly wanted to draw them in seifuku so i shall deliberate further on this the more it develops in my mind xd)

and little more ab each of them :) vvv

mika (jp)

southpaw pitcher and ace, a shy airhead with a crush on a 3rd year (matsuoka-senpai uwu). matsuoka comes to watch their games bc his sister is a 1st year that made the team. she's deluded herself into thinking he comes to watch her and always puts on her best performance to impress him.

when she's on the mound she's a totally different person. her level of focus is scary and appears emotionless when pitching. the blank stare is broken up by her flighty nature between pitches&calls which only makes her harder to read and scarier when facing her from the batting box.

huifen (chinese)

star batter of the team. she's brash and impulsive but extremely intuitive at bat. she appears to be dumb due to her boisterous nature but is very smart and calculating.

her temperament is like if a monkey and a cat fused. her parents are diplomats working in japan and moved there when she was young. she still has a slight chinese accent and goes off in chinese when she gets really heated.

she grew up playing baseball with the neighbourhood kids. the big brother of one of the kids had once told her she's swings a bat really well and then she became obsessed with becoming the best at it.

rebecca (hafu american(with latino roots)/japanese)

just a regular student doing her own thing when one day in class, she turned towards mika and asked to borrow an eraser. mika threw (pitched) the eraser at rebecca's head and rebecca caught it on reflex.

[rebecca works part-time at a roller cafe where she has a lot of experience catching things that drop due to new employees' unease on their skates, and just general mishaps of a roller cafe]

huifen (!) noticed her quick reaction and laughed loudly as she yelled at mika to stop daydreaming and that they're not out on the field. mika apologised profusely. after class however, huifen ambushed rebecca and pestered her about her thoughts about baseball and if she was interested in joining the team and rebecca is just like ??? i dont know shit about squat but huifen is like an annoying fly and doesn't leave her alone till she comes to check out the team.

turns out she's a natural catcher, only hindered by her lack of knowledge of baseball, and can (painfully) catch mika's pitches as she slowly learns the right catching technique and how and which pitches to call for.

[challenger-fan-club]

Breakpoint part 1

Making Patrick jealous with Art at his tennis match

You cant help but smile when you look at him. It doesn't matter how mad you are at him. You look at Patrick Zweigs face and it just makes you melt. He makes you laugh and smile and ache with love. You're in love with him and he's so aware of it. He flirts back with you. You think it's to keep boosting his ego, because he can't stop himself. You see him across the room, networking with his friends, with fellow colleagues and you're in awe of his personality. Everyone seems to want to talk to him, to be him, to be with him. You met Patrick through a friend and you talk, you flirt, he asks you to come to his parties, his games but then nothing happens. You watch him make the move on other girls but then he keeps texting you late at night and you get your hopes up all over again. You've done everything except take all your clothes off and get into bed with him but he still doesn't seem to notice that you want him. Or he does notice and he doesn't care. Either way, the situation hurts.

"Who are you playing today Zweig?" He makes the effort to come across the room and see you before the match. He points out his opponent and makes some comment about how he knows hes going to win. "My friends aren't coming to watch today, you can have their seats if you want, better view of me beating this guy." You smiled as he offered you the physical passes. "Oh wow, that would be great, thanks Patrick. Arts usually playing so he doesn't get to watch a lot, especially in the VIP box." Your comment stops him in his tracks. "Art? Art Donaldson?" His usual joking demeanor changes slightly. "You know, the guy I've been talking to on tinder. He's coming today so I said I would meet up with him." Patrick tries to brush it off. "Oh, I didn't realize." You thought you could sense his reluctance to hand over the passes. You wondered if there was a hint of jealousy in this tone. "Well you look great... not that you don't always look great but anyway, yeah, have a great match, I mean, I'll have a great match, you enjoy watching and have a fun date I guess." He was rambling as he was edging away from the conversation. "Good luck Zweig." You pulled him for a hug, trying to be a good friend as you take his VIP passes.

You meet up with Art. He's cute, he's sweet and you've been talking for a little while and decided to invite him to the game. You didn't really think he would be interested in the game. It may have crossed your mind that it might make Patrick slightly jealous... or slightly work harder because being a puppy following him around and being in love with him wasn't getting his attention in the way you wanted.

You sat at the start of the match, right behind his opponent. You watch the first match (without Patrick) but watch him on the sidelines. He keeps trying to catch your eye but you're too busy trying to pretend that Art has all your attention. You sit with your arms folded, pushing your body slightly towards Art. Everything he says, you laugh a little bit to hard at. You move the hair away from your face and play for it a little. The game ends. It's Patrick game now.

You sit forward and acknowledge the game is changing. Usually you would be clapping and shouting for your friend. You are still playing with your hair and your eyes are forward as you watch Patrick get himself ready to play. Art leans in and starts whispering in your ear and you are grinning whilst you watch Patrick. You look back at Art and everyone around you starts clapping as the first serve starts but you put your hand on Art strong shoulders. You peer at the big screen which is zoomed into Patrick to see why people are clapping and it feels like Patricks eyes are burning in on you. You laugh again as Art leans in closer and whispers in your ear again. "You look so pretty right now. I'm glad you invited me here" He goes to reach his arm around you. Patrick sees you looking at him and makes him missing the ball as it gets sent out of bounds. "OH COME ON." He wants to break his racket. The jealousy starts to get to him as you and Art start to ignore the game more and get lost in a conversation. You snap your head between your date and Patrick as you see Patrick losing. You can't help but think it has something to do with your date. You and Art watch as he breaks his tennis racket and the announcement deducting points for unsportman-like conduct. Art pulls you closer and gives you a kiss.

For a moment, you forget where you are. You forget about Patrick and you sink into the kiss. It was a great kiss and you feel Art's hand on your neck as he wants to get more and more of you. You back away to get a breath before you pass out. You see that Patrick can't win this back and that he misses the last shot and walks off the court. "Do you want to get a drink or something to eat?" Art is so sweet and you agree. You take his hand and leave the courts. You barely get out the venue before Patrick is in you and Arts face. "What the fuck are you thinking?" He gets close to Art. "What the fuck are you playing at?" Art is still holding your hand and he grasps it a little tighter. "Patrick, whats wrong?" He looks as confused as you are. "MY BEST FRIEND COMING TO MY GAME TO HOOK UP WITH THE GIRL I LIKE?" You and Art look at each other. "Firstly, calm your voice down. How the fuck was I supposed to know? You've literally never mentioned any names." Patrick looks more furious. "YOU FUCKING KNEW. AND YOU FUCKING KNEW." He pulls his attention to you and he's pointed at both of you. "I didn't know...." You say weakly. "You've never acted any form of interested in me, I didn't even know that you knew Art." Any arguments or justification that you have to calm him down, only riles him up worse.

"IT'S JUST A CONSCIENCE THAT YOU AND MY BEST FRIEND ARE PRACTICALLY FUCKING IN MY BOX AT MY GAME?" Art tries to take control of the situation. "We kissed, don't take this out on us because you lost." Patrick takes no hesitation in punching Art to the face. You cry out as Art hits the ground and Patrick turns and storms off. You know, you've really fucked up the situation somehow.

[scandalouslamb]

Hi! I'm new around your ask box, your blog in general, but it's been keeping me so entertained with all the writing for these characters i've never even paid attention to before! Keep up the good work, you got me to be interested in reading the HG novels, haha.

Anyway, since you recently published work on Dr. Gaul I feel like this would be the most appropriate time to talk about it. I don't know if you've ever explored this concept before, or if someone has already mentioned it to you or if it's just common knowledge in the fan base, but the fact that Dr. Gaul hadn't considered Coriolanus' proposal of 'getting people attached to the tributes' for the past 9 editions is so fascinating? It's such a basic concept in writing, people will want more out of something they care for—usually and especially characters— that it boggles my mind that it wasn't something she considered before (though, to her credit, applying fiction logic to a gore fest reality show does seem pretty unconventional. Or maybe it's a case of Oops! Missed something obvious!).

It makes me wonder a couple of things about her and her worldview. She spends the entire movie (and I assume, the book) harping on about humanity's inherent savagery, yet she considered that empathy and sentimentality could get in the way of what's allegedly biological? Is that why she saw Snow as so promising? Because on top of proving her right he proved that even human kindness can be weaponized to favor violence?

I'm so sorry for the long ask I ended up rambling too much but i thought you'd be the only person in the fanbase at the moment who'd engage in Dr. Gaul discussion lol!

Oh, hello, anon! Welcome! Always happy to answer asks, no matter the length! Feel free to ramble!

Also with the exception of Gaul, there might be a good reason no one pays attention to the characters that I talk about (I basically made most of them up)! But I appreciate the interest! The novels are great! While I do fixate on minor characters, I do try and align what I write with the themes and ideas the novels explore, so there's still plenty of appeal to them! Just don't expect the Ravinstills to be a really big part of them lol (Gaul discussion under the cut)

To me, Volumnia doesn't seem like the type to care if people watch the Games. Like I know she reacts like this in the book:

Dean Highbottom shot Dr. Gaul a look. “You see? It’s a failed experiment.” “It is if no one watches!” she snapped back. She gave Coriolanus an indulgent smile. “He’s a child himself. Give him time. I’ve got a good feeling about this one. Well, I’m off to visit my mutts.” (Ch. 4)

But to me, I think it only starts mattering to her, because there's this implication that if they don't start raising viewership (or having some more concrete worth to the Capitol), then the Games will end, and she would hate for her little experiment annual art installation to be taken down. I think part of the reason that she doesn't come up with getting people attached to the Tributes is that she gets tunnel vision. She doesn't understand why no one can see her thesis statement. The worth of the Games is self-explanatory to her because of her worldview. How can she get people to see what should be obvious? The Games for her are the point in themselves— her little microcosm of the world reflecting her ideology. If the people don't understand the message right in front of them, then they're fools.

Volumnia Gaul, in my mind (and like many people in the Capitol), is a hypocrite. She'll say that humanity is inherently savage and then close her eyes to any signs of empathy and compassion happening around her (and in her Games). I think that she latches onto Snow, because she sees the seeds of ambition and the desperation of someone on a shorter leash than most in him. He's the perfect candidate for someone she can mold into understanding her worldview (and I think he reminds her of President Ravinstill, but that's fully me taking vague subtextual friendship between her and Pres. R and turning it into a whole thing). I also think that Crassus Snow being someone who used his best friend to get ahead and also was likely fully okay with an idea like the Hunger Games, plays a part in her initial interest in Snow. (Also in the above quote? I love that she's already got an eye on him! "I have a good feeling about this one." ehjtkrhjk)

I think Snow's weaponizing of empathy is actually very appealing to her like you say! I think she sees it as a way to rationalize acts of kindness and sentiment as something rooted in her idea of humanity's inherent violence! She gets to use him as a case study for that even if not all his kindness was a way to get ahead. Her whole worldview maintains itself through confirmation bias, and I think what she thinks of Snow is no different. She actively shapes him, and then probably turns around and goes "see that? human nature."

Anyway, I hope I answered all your questions! Once, I start typing I get a little lost, so if you'd like elaboration or clarification or just have another question, let me know!

And as always, these are, of course, just my two cents. There's definitely many ways to interpret Gaul and just everything.

I am also surprised that there isn't more discussion on Volumnia though... Like there are a few others, who contemplate her as well, but I thought there would be more. Anyway, thanks for the ask again, anon!