#000. ❛ eat your heart out. ❜ — ( out. )

[rotagnus]

next phase; 000.

[a pick-a-pile about what's coming, what's gone, and other things about the next chapter]. ☆*: .｡. o(🪷

personally guys i'm gonna be so honest i do not fw this reading but i hope you guys enjoy it!!!

pile 1; cute store. pile 2; our beautiful queen. pile 3; curly cartoon.

pile 1.

aaaaah hi my lovess! i think a lot of u will be going into a peaceful stage. things may become more clear for you and you'll have a bit of an easier journey w your anxiety. a lot of you seem like you're chasing something in this moment, and you feel like it's progressively getting farther away, therefore getting worse. you don't have enough energy to keep on running, and you feel like you're going to collapse soon. you feel very alone.

you're never alone, sweetheart. everrrr. you guys have such...deep souls, deep hearts, so even when you feel utterly isolated? you're not. your guides are watching over you, your soulmates, whatever you believe in--it's there. this is the death of the last phase; and it's okay to mourn, babylove, but this is a new beginning, one that many of you have wanted to start. a factory reset, if you will. you'll have enough space to truly be free and be authentic without feeling like you're boxed into something, y'know? a HOT amount of change is coming, good change. you guys are gonna experience some travel/movement, new places, new people. you may feel a bit awkward at first, like a baby animal, stumbling around and trying to figure out its surroundings, but you'll get the hang of it quickly.

your strength may make you feel dejected, and like you push people away, but this is not the case. you by yourself, are an angel, wielding a sword; but this will NEVERRR make you alone. it takes time to find people like you, because you're truly unique. eat some good food. watch a nice tv show. cuddle with a pet. hug yourself. delete social media clutter. everything you wanted in the next phase is coming. but you gotta keep your head up and keep trusting.

confirmations: statues. restaurants. 90s. belts. shoulders. wings. bird chirps. frogs. the ocean. temporary tattoos. fruit. basquiat. movies.

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pile 2.

ooooh y'all are gonna have a glow-up!!!! stepping into that energy of taking what you want. a lot of you tend to struggle with your voice, and in this next phase of your life, you're going to be learning how to leave that shell of yours behind. getting into that anora energy (obv not like. anora herself, but think about how she holds herself, if you've seen the movie!). you guys are going to growww in confidence. smiling a lot, spending time with people. you may deal with some aggressive people but you're very levelheaded, so it won't be a big problem for you. you demand RESPECTTT and people see that, and it def attracts the right kind of people to you. a lot of you are going to be more comfortable in your own skin, spending time with yourself.

this is a developing phase. things will be building up, a lot of things THEMSELVES may not necessarily be happening, but this phase is necessary to progress your path forwards. rest is crucial; a lot of you have fuckass sleep schedules and poor eating habits that you should work on (consistency within both of those spheres is KEYYY!!! you guys can be imbalanced at times). a lot of you will be more firm in your boundaries, specifically for yourself. a lot of the time you allowed yourself to be disrespected by people just because they were close to you, but that's becoming a big NOPEEE. so proud. a lot of you will be spending time in places that move you forwards; thinking of the gym, library, college. anything that lets you progress.

a lot of you may be feeling some negative emotions right now so i'd definitely be wary of finding a way to dispose of these feelings now so they don't follow after you into this phase. there's some conflicts you guys might need to sort out, particularly with friends and family. it can be exhausting, feeling like you always have to solve things; this is a reminder that leaving a situation that is constantly making you anxious or upset does not mean giving up. it means saving yourself.

confirmations: ufc. football. sports. autumn. childhood tv shows. chunky jewelry. 2014. light pink lip gloss. converse. tabby kitten.

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pile 3.

a lot of you are gonna be having big FUNN during this phase. many are excited for summer. this won't be as heavy as the last two piles, so that leads me to think that you may have had a rough period the last phase of your life. many of you will be genuinely feeling new emotions and seeing new parts of your life and you'll feel so happy, like you're floating. many will have a fear this won't last. my advice to you; happiness, is a permanent thing. sometimes, we feel bad things, but happiness itself never goes away. it is simply clouded over. a lot of you will be working on certain areas of your life; particularly creative ones. music, dancing, art, poetry--all of that might resonate, babycakes.

you're really going to be deeeeep in your energy. a lot of you have experienced a rebirth before and this'll make you feel like you're finally back to normal again. people are really gonna be happy for you, pile 3. i think some of you had a really rough winter, and it shows, the glow you have right now. it shows. people will see that you're easing up a bit, and while many of you are still recovering from the bad parts, you're really going to bloom. a lot of you may have experienced bad physical symptoms, like pain, anxiety tics, etc. and that'll ease up for a lot of you. the clouds will disappear.

this is also a reminder to ease up, a bit. a lot of you guys are TERRIFIED of a new phase, new people, etc. coming into your life, but not all new things are bad. you gotta get rid of the past to live in the present. a lot of you don't wanna trust again but really, that's the only way you're going to move forward. take a deep breath, take a leap of faith. not everyone is here to hurt you. of course, there are some people out there who did. but that doesn't mean that there aren't souls who wanna be your friend, who wanna be gentle with you. you guys have a paralyzing fear of experiencing something from the past again; it'll be okay, honey. it'll be okay.

confirmations: limerence by yves tumor. platform shoes. soda cans. lily flowers. small towns. religious iconography. new nails. choppy bangs. losing makeup. flags.

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[novaursa]

What about a Jace x sister

Where he fell in love with her and in the same time he is not ok with it. He might be the only Targaryen related who thinks that’s not okay to loved their related. But no matter how he can stopped loving her, she might have a look more “Targaryen” with white hair with some black in it (narcissia Malfoy style?)

He always do some weird shit to be closed to her without drow to much attention, And when they finally get really closed their mother call all the bastard to become dragon rider. And Ulf find them in the Pit and try to get something from them in exchange of his silence.

Jace wake up and choose violence 🫣 and just say no and fuxk her in front of him and say that if he say anything he make sure his dragon will eat him

Sins of the Blood

- Summary: Jacaerys always loved his sister, more than he should. It was wrong, he knew it, but the dragon in him claimed you as his long ago.

- Pairing: sister!reader/Jacaerys Velaryon

- Note: For more of my works, visit my blog. The list is pinned to the top. Requests are closed!

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Word count: 4 000+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

- A/N: I've bonded the reader with Grey Ghost for the plot.

The sea breeze dances through the open halls of Dragonstone, carrying with it the scent of salt and the distant roar of the waves. You stand with Baela and Rhaena on the sun-warmed terrace overlooking the cliffs, the three of you bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Your laughter rings out, clear and melodic, mingling with the cries of the gulls that circle above.

Jacaerys Velaryon watches from a distance, his heart heavy with conflicting emotions. He knows he should not be here, should not be watching you so closely, but he cannot help himself. You, his sister, the only daughter of Rhaenyra, have been a constant presence in his life, a source of both comfort and confusion. His eyes trace the silver streaks in your hair, a reminder of your Targaryen blood, mingling with the deep brown inherited from your true father, though only you, he, and his mother know the truth.

He remembers when you were children, how you would chase each other through the halls of the Red Keep, your laughter infectious, your bond inseparable. He had always been protective of you, even when you didn’t need it. You were fierce, a dragon through and through, and yet, as you stand now with Baela and Rhaena, there is a softness to you, a grace that makes his breath catch in his throat.

"Do you remember the first time we flew together?" Baela’s voice pulls him from his thoughts. She grins at you, her violet eyes bright with the memory.

"Of course," you reply, a smile tugging at your lips. "I thought Jace would never let me ride my own dragon, he was so worried."

Jace feels a pang at your words, both pride and regret mingling in his chest. He had always been overly cautious with you, more so than with Luke or Joffrey. Perhaps he had always known, even then, that his feelings for you were not entirely brotherly.

Rhaena giggles, leaning in closer to you. "He’s always been that way, hasn’t he? Always the protector, always looking after you."

You shrug, though the warmth in your eyes betrays your affection. "He cares. That’s just how he is."

Jace clenches his fists at his sides, torn between the pride that swells in him at your words and the guilt that gnaws at him for the thoughts he cannot seem to banish. He knows it is wrong—this desire that burns in him like dragonfire—but it is also undeniably a part of him, a flame that refuses to be extinguished.

Take what is yours. The words echo in his mind, a voice that is both his own and something darker, something ancient. The blood of the dragon runs hot in his veins, urging him to act, to claim what he believes is his by right. You are his sister, yes, but you are also so much more. You are the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted, ever desired.

You turn then, as if sensing his gaze, and your eyes meet his. For a moment, the world seems to stop. The laughter of Baela and Rhaena fades into the background, the sound of the waves dulls, and all he can hear is the pounding of his own heart.

"Jace," you call out, your voice breaking the spell. "Come join us!"

There is no hesitation in your invitation, no hint that you are aware of the storm raging inside him. You are just his sister, inviting him to share in the simple joy of the evening, oblivious to the battle he fights within.

He forces a smile, masking the turmoil beneath, and steps forward. "I was just enjoying the view," he says, his voice betraying nothing.

Rhaena giggles again, nudging Baela. "See, I told you he’s always watching over her."

Baela laughs, a sound like the tinkling of bells. "It’s because he’s a good brother."

The words cut deeper than they should, a cruel reminder of the line he cannot cross. He wants to be a good brother, he truly does. But the blood of the dragon does not care for such boundaries. The blood of the dragon demands more.

As he approaches, you smile up at him, that same smile that has always had the power to calm him, to soothe the fire within. But today, it only stokes the flames higher.

"Are you alright?" you ask softly, your eyes searching his face for something he cannot give.

He nods, the lie slipping easily from his lips. "Of course. Just… thinking."

You raise an eyebrow, a knowing look passing over your face. "You think too much, Jace. You always have."

He laughs, though it is a strained sound. "Someone has to, with you lot always running headlong into trouble."

Baela snorts. "As if you don’t love it."

He shrugs, unable to deny it. "Perhaps."

You laugh then, a sound so pure and unburdened that it twists something deep in his chest. How can you be so carefree, so unaware of the darkness that haunts him?

The conversation drifts to other things—plans for the next dragonride, the latest antics of your younger brothers—but Jace finds it hard to focus. His eyes keep returning to you, to the way the setting sun catches in your hair, to the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. Every moment is a battle, every word a reminder of what he can never have.

Take what is yours. The voice whispers again, insistent, relentless.

He pushes it down, burying it beneath layers of duty, of honor, of love for his family. But it is there, always there, a part of him that he can never truly silence.

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting the world in shades of orange and gold, you turn to him once more, your expression soft, almost tender.

"Thank you, Jace," you say quietly.

He frowns, unsure of what you mean. "For what?"

You smile, and it is a smile that breaks him, because it is so full of warmth, of trust, of love. "For always being there. For always watching over me."

He swallows hard, forcing down the lump in his throat. "Always," he promises, and it is both a vow and a curse.

You reach out, your hand brushing against his arm, and the simple touch sends a shock through him, setting his nerves alight. For a moment, he forgets himself, forgets everything but you.

But then Baela speaks up, her voice pulling him back to reality. "We should head inside. It’s getting late."

You nod, but your eyes linger on his for a moment longer, as if searching for something, something you cannot name.

Jace watches as you turn away, following Baela and Rhaena back into the castle, your laughter fading into the evening air. He stays behind, his heart a tumult of emotion, his mind a battlefield.

He knows what he feels is wrong. He knows that he should push these thoughts away, should bury them deep where they can never see the light of day. But he also knows that the blood of the dragon is not so easily denied.

As the stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky, Jace makes a silent vow to himself. He will protect you, he will care for you, as a brother should. But he will also fight this desire, this hunger that threatens to consume him. He will not let it destroy him, or you.

But deep down, he knows that it will be difficult.

And as he watches the last light of day fade into night, he wonders if it ever truly will be.

Months have passed since that evening on the terrace, and yet the fire within Jacaerys Velaryon has not dimmed. If anything, it has only grown stronger, a persistent heat that simmers beneath the surface, threatening to consume him at every turn. He has thrown himself into his duties, into training and studies, hoping that the rigor will burn away these unwanted desires. But nothing works. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot escape the pull you have on him.

Today, he finds himself wandering through the halls of Dragonstone, his mind restless, his heart unsettled. The castle is quiet, the stillness only amplifying his thoughts. His feet carry him to the library, a place he knows you often retreat to when you seek solace or simply a moment of peace. He tells himself it is a coincidence, that he has come here to study, to distract himself with books and knowledge. But deep down, he knows the truth.

As he enters the library, the scent of aged parchment and ink greets him, a familiar comfort. He pauses in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room until they find you, seated near the window, the light of the midday sun casting a soft glow around you. You are engrossed in a book, your silver-streaked hair falling over your face, your expression serene. The sight of you, so peaceful and unguarded, sends a wave of warmth through him, and before he can stop himself, he is walking towards you.

You look up as he approaches, a smile tugging at your lips. "Jace," you greet him, your voice soft and welcoming. "What brings you here?"

He hesitates, his mind racing for an excuse. "I thought I might find you here," he admits, the words tumbling out before he can catch them. "I wanted to see if you needed any help with your studies."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eyes. "Since when do you offer to help with my studies?"

He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant. "I just thought... we haven't spent much time together lately. I miss it."

Your expression softens at his words, and you close the book in your hands, setting it aside. "I’ve missed it too," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

He can feel the tension between you, a charged energy that crackles in the air. The pull is stronger now, a magnetic force that draws him closer, and before he knows it, he is sitting beside you, his body instinctively leaning towards yours.

"What are you reading?" he asks, his voice rougher than he intended.

You glance at the book, then back at him, a small smile playing on your lips. "A history of Old Valyria. I’ve always been fascinated by our ancestors, by the dragons and the blood magic they wielded."

"Of course," he murmurs, though he hardly registers the words. He is too focused on the way your hand rests so close to his, the way your eyes seem to shimmer in the light. "Our blood is strong, isn’t it? The blood of the dragon."

You nod, your gaze holding his. "It is. It’s what makes us who we are."

The words resonate deep within him, a reminder of the truth he has tried so hard to ignore. The blood of the dragon is what binds you together, but it is also what drives him to the brink of madness. The fire that burns in his veins is not just a curse, but a part of him, a part of you. And he is no longer sure if he can continue to fight it.

"I wanted to ask you something," you say suddenly, breaking the silence that has settled between you.

He blinks, trying to focus. "What is it?"

You hesitate for a moment, as if gathering your thoughts. "I was wondering if you could help me with my dragon training. Grey Ghost is so much more... spirited than he used to be, and I thought maybe you could help me understand him better."

Jace swallows hard, the thought of spending more time with you, alone and away from prying eyes, sending a thrill through him. But it is also dangerous, more dangerous than anything he has faced before. Still, he finds himself nodding. "Of course. I’d be glad to help."

You smile, a smile that warms him from the inside out, and he knows he is lost. He cannot deny you, cannot deny himself any longer. The pull is too strong, the fire too fierce. And as you rise to your feet, gesturing for him to follow, he feels that pull tighten, like a chain around his heart, binding him to you.

The two of you walk side by side through the corridors of Dragonstone, the silence between you comfortable, yet charged with an unspoken tension. Your presence is a balm to him, calming and yet igniting something deep within, something he can no longer ignore. Every brush of your arm against his, every glance in his direction, fans the flames higher, until he feels as though he might burst from the sheer force of it.

When you reach the courtyard where the dragons are kept, you turn to him, your eyes bright with excitement. "Let’s start with the basics," you say, your voice full of eagerness. "You’ve always been better at this than I am."

Jace shakes his head, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. "It’s not about being better," he says, trying to keep his voice steady. "It’s about understanding them, forming a bond with them."

You nod, your attention fully on him now, and he feels a surge of pride at the trust you place in him. "I know," you say softly. "And I trust you to help me."

The words strike him like a blow, the weight of your trust almost too much to bear. He wants to be worthy of it, to be the brother you believe him to be. But he also wants more, so much more, and it terrifies him.

As you step closer to him, your arm brushing against his, he feels that pull again, stronger than ever. He knows he should move away, put some distance between you, but he cannot bring himself to do it. Instead, he finds himself leaning in, his body drawn to yours like a moth to flame.

"You know," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, "I’ve always felt safest when I’m with you."

The confession catches him off guard, and he looks down at you, his heart pounding in his chest. "Why?"

You smile up at him, a gentle, almost shy smile. "Because you’ve always been there for me, Jace. No matter what."

His breath catches in his throat, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear. The pull between you is undeniable now, a force of nature that neither of you can resist. And as you stand there, so close that he can feel the warmth of your breath on his skin, he knows that he is about to cross a line that he can never return from.

But before he can act, before he can make the decision that will change everything, you reach out and take his hand in yours, your fingers curling around his. The simple touch sends a jolt of electricity through him, and he is lost, completely and utterly lost.

"Jace," you whisper, your voice trembling with something unspoken.

He looks down at you, his heart in his throat, and he knows that this is it. This is the moment he has been dreading, the moment he has been craving. The pull between you is too strong, the fire too fierce, and he knows that there is no going back.

But then, as if sensing the turmoil within him, you give his hand a gentle squeeze, your eyes full of warmth and understanding. "Thank you," you say, your voice soft and sincere. "For always being there."

And just like that, the moment passes. The tension between you eases, and you step back, releasing his hand. The pull is still there, still strong, but it is no longer overwhelming. For now, it is enough to simply be with you, to feel your presence beside him, to know that you trust him.

As you turn your attention back to the dragons, Jace takes a deep breath, steadying himself. The battle within him is far from over, but for now, he has won a small victory. He has resisted the pull, resisted the fire. But he knows it is only a matter of time before the dragon within him demands more.

And when that time comes, he is not sure if he will be able to resist.

The winds howl around the jagged peaks of Dragonmont, the volcanic heart of Dragonstone. The sky above is dark, thick clouds swirling in ominous patterns, but here, beneath the shelter of the mountain, you and Jacaerys find solace in the company of your dragons. Vermax and Grey Ghost, their massive forms partially obscured by the mist that clings to the rocky terrain, rest quietly nearby, their watchful eyes ever alert.

The air between you and Jace is charged, as it has been for days now. Since the arrival of the Dragonseeds and the beginning of the Red Sowing, there has been an unspoken tension, a shared anxiety that neither of you has fully voiced. Today, it seems, that silence is about to be broken.

Jace paces before you, his brow furrowed, his steps uneven. "I can’t help but worry," he finally says, his voice low, almost a growl. "Mother’s decision to let these Dragonseeds try to claim the dragons… it could destroy everything. The only thing that sets us apart, that makes us legitimate in the eyes of the realm, is our bond with the dragons. What happens if anyone can do it? What happens if they succeed?"

You watch him, feeling the weight of his concern settle over you like a heavy cloak. You understand his fear; it echoes within you as well. "They are Targaryen bastards, Jace," you say softly, trying to find the right words. "The blood of the dragon runs in their veins, even if the world doesn’t see them as we are seen. But you are right to be cautious. We cannot control what might happen if they succeed. But we can control how we respond."

He stops pacing, turning to face you fully. His dark eyes are intense, filled with worry and something deeper, something you’ve seen growing there in recent days. "What if it shatters everything? What if the realm no longer sees us as the rightful heirs? If they can claim dragons, what does that mean for us?"

You rise from your seat on a smooth outcropping of rock, moving closer to him, your steps slow and deliberate. You can feel the warmth of the dragons nearby, the heat from the mountain beneath your feet, but most of all, you feel the heat radiating from Jace, a fire that matches your own.

"We are more than our dragons," you say, your voice steady. "We are the blood of the dragon, yes, but we are also our mother’s children, the heirs of House Targaryen. That will not change, no matter what happens with the Dragonseeds."

Jace’s gaze softens as he looks at you, the storm in his eyes momentarily easing. "You always know what to say," he murmurs, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But I’m still afraid. Afraid of what this means for us, for our family."

You reach out, your hand finding his, and the contact sends a spark through you both. "Then we face it together," you say firmly, your fingers tightening around his. "Whatever comes, we face it together, as we always have."

For a moment, there is only silence between you, the kind of silence that speaks louder than words. The dragons are quiet too, their presence a comforting weight in the background. Jace’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, and the simple touch sends a shiver down your spine, the connection between you deepening with each passing second.

Without thinking, you step closer, and suddenly the space between you is gone. You can feel his breath on your skin, warm and unsteady, and the intensity in his eyes is almost too much to bear. The pull between you is stronger than ever, an undeniable force that you can no longer resist.

"Jace," you whisper, your voice trembling with something unspoken, something that has been building for so long.

He doesn’t reply, at least not with words. Instead, he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that is both hesitant and eager, as if he is afraid you might pull away. But you don’t. Instead, you kiss him back, your hands moving to cup his face, pulling him closer.

The kiss deepens, all the pent-up emotions of the past weeks, months, perhaps even years, pouring out in that single moment. It is as if the fire that has always burned between you has finally found release, and there is no stopping it now.Jace’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you can feel the desperation in his touch, the need that mirrors your own. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with desire.

"So have I," you admit, the words coming out in a breathless rush. "Jace, I—"

He silences you with another kiss, more urgent this time, and you can feel his hands moving to the fastenings of your attire. There is a moment of hesitation, a final chance to turn back, but neither of you takes it. Instead, you help him, your fingers trembling as they work to undo his clothing as well.

The air is cool against your skin as your garments fall away, but you hardly notice. All you can focus on is Jace, on the way his hands move over your body, on the way he looks at you as if you are the only thing that matters in the world. And perhaps, in this moment, you are.

He guides you down onto the warm rock, his movements careful, almost reverent. The heat from the mountain seeps into your skin, mixing with the heat of his touch, and you feel yourself trembling, not from fear, but from anticipation.When he finally joins with you, the pain is brief, a sharp sting that quickly fades, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly connected to him. Jace pauses, his eyes searching yours, as if waiting for your permission to continue.

You nod, your voice caught in your throat, but the look in your eyes says everything. "Please," you whisper, and that is all it takes.

He begins to move, slow at first, almost tentative, but as the moments pass, the hesitation fades, replaced by a growing urgency, a passion that neither of you can control. You cling to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders, urging him on, meeting his every movement with your own.

The world around you fades, the sounds of the dragons, the wind, the distant roar of the sea, all becoming nothing more than a distant echo. There is only Jace, only the fire that burns between you, the flames that consume you both, driving you higher and higher until you feel as though you might burst from the sheer intensity of it.

Just as you reach the peak of your union, lost in the sensation of him, you hear a sound, the soft crunch of footsteps on the volcanic rock. Your eyes snap open, and you see him—Ulf the White, one of the Dragonseeds, standing a short distance away, his expression one of surprise and amusement.

Jace’s movements slow as he becomes aware of the intruder, but he doesn’t stop, his body still pressed intimately against yours. His eyes narrow, and you can feel the tension in him, the protective instinct that flares up at the sight of another man watching you in such a vulnerable moment.

Ulf’s smirk widens as he recognizes both of you, his voice carrying an easy confidence as he speaks. "Well, well, what do we have here? Prince Jacaerys and his fair sister, indulging in some… private time, I see."

Jace doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze locked on Ulf, his body shielding yours from view. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, dangerous. "You will leave now, Ulf. And you will speak of this to no one."

Ulf’s amusement doesn’t fade. "And if I don’t? I imagine this little secret could be worth quite a bit."

Jace’s expression hardens, the dragon within him rising to the surface. "I have another proposition for you. Leave now and never speak of this, or tell someone… and Vermax will feast on your bones."

The threat hangs in the air, thick with the promise of violence. Ulf’s smile falters, the realization of Jace’s seriousness sinking in. He glances at the dragons, both Vermax and Grey Ghost now fully alert, their eyes locked on him, and he takes an involuntary step back.

"Fine," Ulf mutters, the bravado gone from his voice. "Your secret’s safe with me, Prince Jacaerys. I was never here." With that, he turns and hurries away, casting one last nervous glance at the dragons before disappearing into the mist.

Jace watches him go, his body still tense, but as the danger passes, his attention shifts back to you, his focus returning to the moment you had both been lost in. The fire that had momentarily cooled begins to burn again, his hands finding yours, his gaze intense.

"I will marry you," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "In the traditions of our ancestors, in the ways of Old Valyria. You are mine, and I am yours, for now and forever."

The words send a shiver through you, the weight of them, the promise in them, filling you with a sense of certainty, of belonging. You nod, your voice trembling as you respond. "Yes, Jace. Yes."

And as he moves within you once more, the world around you falls away, leaving only the two of you, bound together by the fire of your blood.

[binniesbooks]

hi my fayebae~ since u said u loved the car clip of soobin, here’s one for u to write ur heart away!! (U can of course choose whether u wanna do it or not no pressure!! Im just sending since its at the top of my mind rn, ahh n im sorry for so many request i usually dont send anyt in but🥹i didnt think it would be this fun to see my request coming to life uk but i digress)

idk whether u would like this but:

bf!soobin x gf!brat!reader

they got into an argument and stuff but soobin who still loves his gf comes n picks her up after (cheerleading?prac of some sorts)

Otw home… reader gives the cold shoulder to soob, not talking thru out the entire journey? So soob decides to take a detour n drives to somewhere that doesnt have many ppl looking in the night.

They start talking n tried to resolve whatever their fighting abt, one thing led to another, well reader is giving him a bj!!(the rest of the smut is up to u!!)

inspired by that soob clip of course~ have fun love💗

REVVED UP EMOTIONS

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 3.7k

pairings bf!Soobin x bratgf!reader

warnings oral sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, slight brat taming, being almost caught, pet names (+ anything that I missed)

faye's note this clip was on my mind 24/7. And after receiving it I got excited making this one out but I'm not sure if it turned out good because my mind was kinda occupied with thesis shit. Omfg. Anyways, I hope it isn't dry tho 😔

Conflict is an inevitable part of any relationship, be it familial, platonic, or romantic. Arguments can arise from misunderstandings, unmet expectations, or simply the simple things from daily life. Recently, you found yourself in a heated disagreement with Soobin, your boyfriend.

The sun hung low one afternoon, casting golden lights through the window. You were sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Soobin on the other hand, who had just come home from a busy day at university, was busy, again, in the kitchen, occasional noises of clicks and clangs of utensils on pots and pans plus the opening and closing of the faucet can be heard.

You overheard him murmur "Yeah, dinner for two," as he clicked his tongue. You felt a strange pang of irritation swell within you. It wasn't about him or the meal he was preparing, it was you. You actually promised him you would help out, maybe even cook together, but here you were, scrolling on your phone.

You stood up as you trudged to the kitchen, arms crossed as you leaned on the sink. "You didn't have to do all this," you stood feigning nonchalance as you bit your cheek to not show the guilt you were feeling. "You could have asked me for help."

"Oh?" He looked at you with disappointment, "I thought you were busy checking social media," his blunt reply and harsh tone made your ears hot out of irritation. "I didn't want to interrupt your 'important' scrolling."

The sarcasm was too emphasized and it stung more than you expected. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you met with his gaze. "Nothing! I just thought maybe you'd care enough to have some initiative or something. We both agreed to share the chores. I was tired the whole day only to come back home without even eating a single thing." His voice raised with frustration as he threw down the spatula.

"I was going to help!" Your voice was quite high as you tried to cover how you abandoned your promise. "Oh yeah? I was out all day to finish my projects. And there you were scrolling through your phone." He said as he crumpled the apron he was wearing and threw it also on the table.

"You know what, Soobin? Maybe I don't always want to help! Maybe I want a day off too!" You felt the tension suffocating the air around you. Your heart raced but you're too afraid you're wrong.

"That's fucking selfish!" His voice rose, echoing in the confines of the kitchen. "You can't just say you want a break when we agreed to support each other!" He even added. "Fine! I guess we don't need any support then!" You turned on your heel as if fleeing away would help erase the hurtful things that had been said.

"Hey, y/n! Where are you going!" He called but you did not even take a glance. He called you multiple times but his voice just faded out as you were stomping your way to the bedroom.

That night, you didn't come out for dinner. Your mind was in a whirlwind of regret and stubborn pride. Soobin had a point, you were just lazing around that time, however, you don't want to accept that it was your fault. That same night, he didn't come into the room. Your shared bed feels so empty, but you can't just bring yourself to ask for an apology.

Later that morning, you tiptoed your way out. Still too early that your boyfriend was still sleeping, uncomfortably by the way, on the couch. You just grabbed bread and water and went out.

You two always ride his car to go to school. But this time you were determined not to ask for a simple apology and went out by yourself instead. And yes, you were planning to walk to school for your practice. However, some guy passed by and let you ride their car. Since you know the one who offered you a ride, you accepted the offer. It was Kai anyway, aside from being in Soobin's circle of friends, he was part of your cheerleading team.

"Why are you walking so early in the morning? Where's Soobin?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know, maybe somewhere." You answered as you rolled your eyes, still being stubborn. "Are you two fighting?" Kai chuckled as he watched your actions while the traffic light was still red.

"We broke up." You nonchalantly remarked. Well, that was supposed to be a joke, and you never thought that Kai would actually believe those words.

"Woah shit! You what?" He was really startled at what you said as he covered his mouth while keeping the other on the wheel. You just laughed at him as you took the last bite of the bread.

Your whole Saturday went on like the usual cheerleading practice days. But since your mind is still in a whirlwind of pride, you couldn't focus. Causing you to crash multiple times while practicing. You were even scolded by your coach and instructors telling you that you looked like your mind flying or some sort. You just rolled your eyes at them whenever they turn their backs to you.

For that reason, you got hurt, earning yourself a few scratches here and there. You didn't even bother at all. Kai on the other hand, took the chance to treat your scratches. You're still not aware that he actually took your words this morning to heart and mind.

"It's just a scratch, Kai. No need to create a big fuss." You chuckled as he handed you a few bandages.

"Still, scratches can cause infection." He defended himself.

"Fine fine, you win." You sighed in defeat.

You two shared each other's company during lunch that day. You could even tell that many eyes are watching you -- no, most probably judging you at this point. Nonetheless, you just shrugged it off and enjoyed Kai's company instead. Not knowing that this could fuel some bigger fire. Fire that Kai holds, and fire that your boyfriend holds.

Since Soobin was not on the campus that day, he just stayed at home. He can't even contact you since you purposely left your phone. He was just cleaning all day. Just decluttering everything at home. He knows you're practicing today anyway. The only difference is that he usually accompanies you to school and waits for you until practice is done and brings you home, but now, he's just at home busying himself with the chores. He just planned to fetch you later this afternoon and treat you to some restaurant to make it up to you since he feels sorry about raising his voice at you.

"Let's wrap up here today." Your coach shouts as he reminds the assigned cleaners to clean the gymnasium before going home.

"Ugh! Cleaning this whole gymnasium sucks!" You complained, picking up the materials your team has used.

"Anyway, why are you still here? You're not on the list to clean today, right?" You were pertaining to the young boy tailing you. He smiled as he scratched the back of his head, "I want to offer you a ride home." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't you have like, any other things to do?" You asked, counting the pompoms before storing them in the box.

"Don't have any." Kai shook his hand as he took the box from your hand and headed to the facility room.

As soon as you and the other were done cleaning, you immediately headed out, Kai insisted on carrying your cheerleading bag. Once again, eyes were gawking at the two of you. You can hear a few of them mumbling but you still ignored it.

Kai opened his car door to let you in. But before you could even step foot inside, someone spoke which made you stop in your tracks. "Where are you headed to?" You turn around to see Soobin as he brings his window down.

"O-oh Soobin hyung." Soobin nods at the younger boy to notice his existence, his elbow hanging at the open window.

You quickly retreat as you grab your bag from Kai. "I-i thought..." Kai stammered as he looked at you. "I was just messing with you Kai, it's not real." You sighed. "What did she say?" Soobin interrupted as he turned to you. You're just a millisecond late to cover Kai's mouth as the words slip out. "She said that you two broke up." Soobin snapped his head towards the younger, a smirk forming on his lips. "Did she?" Kai just nods, still clueless. "Get in," Soobin commanded over you. "I'll take her home, be safe, Kai," Soobin says as he closes the window, whistling.

The whole drive is deafening in silence. You can't hear anything except the faint music playing on the car radio.

"Wow, did we actually break up?" Soobin states with unbelief as he taps his fingers on the wheels.

You were still saying nothing. "Y/n, seriously, are you still mad at me? You didn't even eat last night." He sighed as he continuously threw you glances. Both of your hands were properly curled up in a ball above your thighs clutching your short skirt as you stared outside the window. Looking at whatever unpleasant view outside that seems interesting to you.

The once bright clouds turned darker. "Is it gonna rain? I thought I checked the weather news before I went out." Soobin whispers, changing the stations to listen to the news.

The raindrops started to fall on the car window, drizzling softly as it made the glass cold. "Grab my jacket in the backseat." Soobin talks to you again, but you're not even giving him a single glance.

Soobin messages his temple, "I wanted to take you to a restaurant tonight to make it up to you, but it looks like it's pouring really hard. I'm sorry y/n, just please talk to me." He's totally losing his patience at this point as if he's gonna burst again but tried his very best not to go over the top. He regretted raising his voice yesterday so much.

The once-familiar view of the road becomes foreign to your eyes. You turned to Soobin, looking at his unusual demeanor. If he'd been talking so much earlier, his lips were totally shut now. You wanted to speak and ask him where he was bringing you or what was wrong but you stopped yourself. Whatever will be, will be, you thought to yourself.

The rain started pouring harder, and the once busy road you were on looked empty now. Thunder clasps from far away making a rumbling sound. You try to rub your shoulder to create friction to keep your body warm. You're starting to feel cold and Soobin hasn't thrown you a glance nor commented anything at you.

He suddenly pulled up on the roadside, and the light from the lamp post dimly flickered inside the car.

"Not gonna lie, I felt like a dumb ass talking to a wall earlier." His eyes met yours for a while before you averted your gaze. He grabs his jacket and hands it to you, "Wear this, you must be cold. I just realized, your skirt is too short, and your tank top is too thin, at that." He eyes you up and down as you wear his jacket.

"This is fucking crazy." He mumbled as he pulled his hair.

"Y/n, baby, look, I'm really sorry for raising my voice at you, hm? I was just really tired last night." He gently placed his hand above yours on your thighs.

Your eyes were following a few cars passing by as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. You felt Soobin hold your face gently. "Baby, please look at me. I'm not used to this. You know me." Soobin's eyes were practically begging. He couldn't stand you giving him the cold shoulder.

The truth is you were just afraid. You're afraid to admit you had acted selfishly. Afraid of facing him after a petty argument over something so trivial.

"I just want you to talk to me," he caresses your cheeks, words so gentle and comforting, "I can't fix this if you won't talk to me."

Soobin pulls you in for a hug, warming up your heart. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, surrendering to him and putting down your stubborn pride. You mumbled a soft sorry as he gently rubbed your back. You let your arms move freely, as you return the hug to Soobin.

"Please don't do this again to me." He kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry for raising my voice, baby. I'm sorry for making you feel upset at me." Soobin's probably the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. He can make you feel loved and appreciated, but of course, you're just stubborn and bratty at times, which makes him wanna lose his temper.

Soobin pulls away, showering your face with a hundreds of kisses. You can't help but giggle at his actions."I didn't mean to shut you out." You mumbled with a pout. "You don't look sincere." Soobin commented which made you pout more. He chuckled as he pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss felt soft and gentle. That's why you had no idea, why he was shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He bit your lip with a little harshness making you push him away. "Oww! What was that!" You complained. Soobin simply smirked at you. "I'm asking for an apology and forgiving you for one, but not the other issue." His smirk turns to a frown. "Soobin I can explain that..." Your heart began to race, thumping so hard you could feel it in your throat.

"Why don't we use that pretty little mouth of yours on something else good, yeah? Instead of giving people an opening to pounce on you." His eyes scream anger and lust at the same time.

"What do you mean?" You asked clueless. "What do I mean? You really want to hear the exact words?" Soobin taunted. "I don't get what you are saying." You shook your head. "I'm telling you that you just made an opening to let Kai pounce on you. Are you that dense, that you don't even know he likes you?" You were shocked at what Soobin just revealed to you. You opened your mouth to answer only for him to cut you off.

"Or don't tell me you wanted it all along?" He scoffs. "Soobin don't talk like that --" "Don't talk like what, doll? Aren't you the one who told him we're over?"

That's it, those words pushed you over the edge, switching your bratty side once more. "Okay, so what? What if I wanted it all along?" Your voice raised once more. "Kai is a good guy, plus he knows how to take care of someone he likes." You pushed Soobin's chest away from you. Soobin scoffed again, brushing his tongue inside his cheek.

"And I can tell --"

"Backseat. Or else --"

"Or else what? Huh? Are you gonna order me around again? Raise your voice over me again?" You taunt.

"I said backseat, you brat." He fixed his gaze on you and held your wrist.

His words are firm and strong which makes the hair on your neck stand up. He unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted the gear to park, leaving the car idle and the headlights on. You have no choice. You crawled your way to the backseat. you squeezed yourself to fit and pass by the center console. Soobin followed quickly, making his way through the front and back doors. As soon as he settled in the backseat, he ruffled his hair to whisk away some water from the rain.

Your eyes waver as you avert your gaze from him. His hand squeezed both your cheeks, "My patience is running low from your actions, doll. You're making it worse."

Soobin pulled you on his lap. You were almost covering him with how big his jacket you were wearing. His surname is written in big fonts.

He hiked up your skirt only to find out you had nothing underneath other than thin panties. Soobin scoffs, "Don't tell me you were gonna ride Kai's car with just this?" You bit your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulder when he started to rub you with your panties still on.

Soobin clearly knows how to make your knees weak. With just a simple touch and you're back to square one from being a brat. He pulled your panties off slowly without breaking the eye contact. His brows are still furrowed and you can still feel his anger.

"Let's see if you'd still want to ride his car after getting out of mine." He clicked his tongue and licked his finger, pushing two at the same time. Your mouth hung open as you squirm. "S-soob..." You can't talk straight, no, you don't wanna talk actually, but he has his ways to make you open your mouth. "How is it? Still wanna ride his car?" A sly smirk tugging on his lips. In which you replied with just a shake of your head.

"I'm close..." You whispered, biting your lips, watching how his fingers disappears and appears in your cunt. You shudder with the sensation, your high coming to you. But Soobin pulled his fingers out. You whined, hiding your face on his neck as you grind yourself above him.

Soobin's too focused on making you say the word sorry for the said issue. He did not even expect you'll act bratty once again after just apologizing for what happened yesterday.

He gripped your waist. "Stop moving or you'll not gonna cum for 1 week." Hearing this, you whine once more. You can't stand that punishment at least. But instead of getting the words out of your mouth, Soobin wasn't prepared for your action of apology.

You unzip his pants and slowly stroke him. Your face is still hidden in the crook of his neck. Planting soft kisses on his shoulder blade to his neck.

"Doll." His voice is warning yet you didn't budge, with only a small "please let me" coming out of your mouth.

His hand rubbed your back up and down, slipping them inside your top. Your skin is burning to his palm.

"What's with you, huh?" He asked, but he clearly knows you'd rather act like his little slut than let the five-letter word out of your pretty mouth.

You pulled back, squeezing your body once again on the small space between his legs. "Fuck-- just stop giving him signs -- ohh shit!" Soobin clearly shows his frustration at how he grips on the door. You gave him a few kitten licks and swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock making him jolt.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes, "Fuck, is the word too much for you to say?" You took him whole the moment he spit those words making him thrust up a bit and lean back his head on the headrest.

"Ahh!" His breathy moans filled the car, making the glass foggy despite the rain and cold atmosphere outside. His hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head slowly.

You whimpered at how his cock pulsated on your tongue and how his tip kissed your throat. He gently caresses your cheeks as he holds them. You automatically leaned on his hand as you let him fuck your mouth.

His eyes were tightly closed. Lower lip trapped between his teeth. One hand on your cheek to hold you and the other firmly gripping the door to keep himself grounded.

"Baby fuck!" With one last thrust, he's cumming in your mouth. Draining himself on your wet and hot lips.

His heavy pants were the only thing that could be heard inside the car. Not until you hear a knock on the window. You quickly scrambled up your way to the seat as you sat properly, Soobin shoving his shirt down to cover his exposed length.

He opened the window slowly. "Is everything fine? You're hazard is switched on." A police officer said with an umbrella in hand, roaming his eyes inside the car. He even added that he was just passing by and noticed the car had switched on the hazard.

"I'm sure I didn't put the car on hazard though., must be when I got out.." Soobin mumbles, "But everything is fine, we just need to talk something out."

"Take care then, it's pouring hard." The officer apologized before going back to his car.

You looked at Soobin, fear evident on your face. You were doing things in a semi-public place but here you are, totally scared of getting caught. Soobin chuckled at you.

"Can you turn off the hazard light?" He appealed. You propped yourself on top of the center console to reach for the hazard button. But seems like some other button is getting pressed instead, as your hands retreat back to cover your mouth.

Soobin's tongue is licking your exposed cunt. Eating you out while you're still on the center console.

"S-soob, wait.." you tried your best to appeal to him but he did not budge. He continued shoving his tongue inside you. He then gently pulled you back to his lap, slowly sinking you down on his cock.

One of his hands lightly squeezes your neck, the other one pulling one of your hands back. He stopped you from covering your mouth as he continuously thrusts upward.

"Tight.. so tight..." He mumbles at your nape. "Pussy so good for me."

"M-more please." You quietly pleaded as you tried moving your hips. "Someone's eager to be filled." He commented back. "W-wanna be full of you, Soobin." You're feeling lightheaded at how he's squeezing your neck. He can't help but leave hickeys on your shoulder as he thrusts harder.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant at this point," he huffed. "D-don't care, w-want you," your words are slurred as you lean back on his chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" No other words just curses, was coming out of his mouth as he felt his cum being released.

You were totally breathless, your body slumped on him, his cock still twitching and pulsating inside your cunt. Soobin is totally worn out, dipping his head down on your shoulder.

"Let's stay like this for five minutes then we'll go home." He mumbled.

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10. Captured // Alexia Putellas x Original character pt. 10

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8* - Part 9*

synopsis: Rosalie has never stayed somewhere too long. When the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself at critical moment in her life, the photographer decides to once again leave behind what she knows and joins the staff of Europe's best football team.

Word count: 5,4k

Warnings: none for this one, lot of fluff

Her conversation with Katie served as a bitter distraction during her flight back to Barcelona. She had not let herself think about the words that were spat at her face too much, wanting to enjoy the small amount of time she had left with her friends. When she arrived at the apartment, well after the two Arsenal players, she was met with two sets of eyes on her, both harbouring silent questions. One smile was enough for them to understand that there would be no talking about this and they simply motioned her to join them on the sofa. They spent the rest of the night watching cheesy romance movies and judging the characters on their poor choices and horrible taste in man.

Right now though, sitting 30 000 feet above the ground, with nothing but the soft chatter of the other passengers, Rosalie could not help but drift back to what was said. Alexia wasn’t like that. In the months she had spent with this team, she had never felt like she was being used, and she knew that the Irish defender was simply trying to get under her skin, but Rosalie had not completely healed. She was still fragile, and had just started to feel like she had found somewhere she belonged. Katie’s words, even if she would not admit it, had successfully planted a seed of doubt in her mind.

Stepping out of the airport in the warm Barcelona sun was such a relief for the photographer, who felt the tension leave her shoulders. She took a long, steady breath, the first satisfying one since boarding the plain, and closed her eyes to try and center herself a little. She had asked Lucy to come pick her up, and was slightly dreading the road back to her apartment since she was certain Leah had already told Keira about the events from the night before, and Keira would have, without a doubt, told Lucy. What Rosalie did not expect was to see a certain tattooed defender with a sophisticated Norwegian by her side.

“Hola guapa! How was your trip?” Mapi said, hugging the brunette and immediately taking her bags from her hands. Ingrid was next in line for a hug and handed her a cup of coffee, earning a grateful smile from the smaller woman.

“It was busy, very nice though. It felt good to see my old gang.” She said, refusing to get onto more details. From the side look Ingrid sent her, Rosalie knew that Ingrid was aware of some details and she was praying she wouldn’t ask. Mapi was already walking ahead, crumbling under all the bags she insisted she would carry alone and was beckoning them to follow to the car park.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you guys, but I thought Lucy was coming to get me.”

“ She was, but someone,” She said, sending a loving stare at her overly excited girlfriend, “really wanted to pick you up.” The revelation warmed the brunette’s heart who momentarily forgot the harsh words uttered towards her.

“Are you too tired to go get some food with us?” As much as the brunette was dreaming of her own bed at the moment, she also did not want to be alone.

“No no I’ll be fine, as long as it's a quiet place.”

“We were thinking about getting it to go and eat at our place, you could meet Bagheera too!” Mapi said, putting the brunette’s bag in the trunk of her car. Rosalie smiled and quickly agreed. They stopped at a small restaurant and ordered paella that they would share. Their apartment was vast and very tastefully decorated. Rosalie could see the Scandinavian twist in the decor and smiled at some colourful addition that could only be from the Spanish woman.

But the most interesting element of the space was the little ball of black fur sleeping soundly on the beige sofa. Rosalie made a beeline for the little creature, completely forgetting about the house tour she was currently in. She sat next to the cat who’s head instantly went up. She sniffed the photographer’s hand and got up, only to brush its head against her hand and start to purr loudly.

“ Bonjour mon chaton, tu es si belle, oh oui mais quelle beauté, et si gentille j’y crois pas.” She said softly while petting the small cat completely, unaware of Mapi’s presence next to her.

“I understand Alexia, hearing that just made me feel things amiga.” she said laughing while setting up the coffee table up for supper.

“What?”

“She is my best friend, I know her. Also she has been in a foul mood ever since she came back from camp and I’m pretty sure that it’ll change as soon as she sees you tomorrow.” Rosalie sent a look to Ingrid who made a face and silently agreed to her girlfriend’s statement. “And… We all saw you two back at the club.” She said winking at her.

Rosalie gave up playing dumb and simply rolled her eyes at the Spanish woman. “All of you?”

“Well, Sandra and Irene are aware since it was their plan to make Alexia mad. Patri and Pina suspect, Lucy and Keira obviously, and the rest can see that something is going on with their captain but can’t seem to pinpoint what.” Ingrid said, handing the French-Canadian a plate.

“They are blind yes.” Mapi said

“Mostly intimidated probably. Alexia is extremely protective of her private life.” Ingrid said, pouring them all a glass of white wine

“You don’t say.” Rosalie said, taking a sip, “I understand though, it seems like Martina has no boundaries. Anyway, how was the national break for you guys?”

The conversation flowed nicely all night, with Ingrid and Rosalie sharing about their respective camps and Mapi keeping them up to date on what had happened with Barça while they were gone. The brunette didn’t check the time once, which meant that she stayed very late and ended up accepting the couple’s offer to take the guest room.

National camp was always a hassle, and her weekend at Leah’s wasn’t exactly a vacation either. Add to that a night spent in an unfamiliar bed and the unrelenting flow of energy that was the Spanish defender, even early in the morning, Rosalie looked and felt like a zombie. She walked in the training center with her sunglasses still perched on her nose and a vice grip on the large coffee cup in her hand.

Dealing with Martina was the last thing she needed in her state, so she decided that it would be best if she sent one of the other photographers on the pitch, just so she could catch up on what she had missed during her time away.

It would be a small week for the photographer, with only three days before the weekend. There would be a game on Saturday but she was excited about it. Game days had become her favourite part of the job.

The thing that stressed her the most was her race quickly approaching. The Barcelona marathon was less than a week away and the French-Canadian wondered how she would deal with her level of exhaustion, work and her last lap of training.

Time seemed to pass without Rosalie noticing. She was so caught up in her emails she completely ignored her hunger. She kept working like that all through lunch and almost jumped when she was pulled out of her trance by her door opening and Lucy barging in her office.

“Didn’t your mum teach you to knock before entering?”

“Oh she’s sassy today.” Lucy said, taking a seat in the chair facing the brunette and unpacking hers and the photographer’s lunch. One look at the sandwich and her emails were forgotten. Without even glancing at the older woman, she grabbed the sandwich and took a huge bite.

“You’re welcome, ungrateful twat.”

Rosalie rolled her eyes and finished swallowing. “Merci maman.”

“Are you gonna survive your day?” She asked, grabbing her own sandwich.

“Who knows, I feel like I got buried alive under all those emails.” She said, taking a sip off her cold coffee. “ I’m so tired I can’t even focus.”

“Can’t you work from home?” The brunette took a second to contemplate the idea, and came to the conclusion that nothing productive could come from her staying here.

“I could. I probably should.” She said, A big sigh left her lips as she lowered her head to her desk

“Are you the lead photographer on Saturday’s game or are you resting for your race?”

“I’ll be working, the game is early so I’ll be fine. Leah, Lia, Steph, Beth and Viv are coming to see the game too aren’t they.” She asked, sitting up and rubbing her palms on her eyes in a vain attempt to wake herself up.

“Yes, they’ll arrive the night before. The LW’s will stay at our place while the rest have hotel rooms in town. ” Just like they had promised, her friends were coming to cheer for her during her marathon. They would be staying at Lucy and Keira’s place and hotels so the French-Canadian would not have to worry about hosting and focus solely on her race. She was touched that her friends had thought about this, but the thing that would likely keep her up, was the thought of her old life and new life colliding. She knew that in the football world, everyone knew everyone. They all had heard of each other, or played against each other, sometimes even played together. But having them all interact outside of football, seeing the girls that were with her through some of the toughest times meet the people that had brought back her happiness, that was a different story. What if they didn’t get along. Afterall, England and Spain were famous rivals on the national scene and she was very close to both of the respective captains.

Rosalie could feel the start of a nasty headache creeping in as she closed her laptop. “Allez Frenchy, gather up your stuff and go home.”

The English player was already up and picking up the empty wrappers from their lunch. “Have you spoken to Alexia since you came back?”

The mention of the captain made her heart leap a little in her chest. She had wanted to, really, but the words from Katie still resonated in her mind and the thought of them being even remotely close to the truth had kept her from reaching out. She stayed silent, knowing that Lucy was aware that she had not.

“We didn’t tell her anything if that’s what you’re scared of. We only said that you were tired from the trip. She’s clearly worried tho.”

“I’ll speak to her tonight.” She said with a smile, walking out of her office. From the windows, she could see the whole team in action. As if she had felt her presence, Alexia’s head snapped up just in time to see the photographer pass.

She could see from her posture alone just how tired she was. She knew the woman had not spent a proper night at her place since she came back, so inviting her to hers seemed like a lot. She didn’t want the brunette to feel like she was suffocating her, so she decided that she’d let her do the first move. If she wanted to see her it would be on her terms, without feeling obligated to.

She was at peace with her decision for a total of twenty minutes. The look on Lucy’s face when she came back on the pitch, along with Keira's quiet but audible “is she ok?” were enough for the blonde to lose her cool. She herself had a hard time understanding why she felt protective over the brunette but truly it didn’t matter.

Concentrating for the rest of training turned out to be a difficult task, but Alexia sped through the rest of the exercises and was one of the first off the pitch. This behavior was very uncommon for the Barcelona captain which left a few of the girls confused. Only two had an idea why the midfielder was so eager to end this session.

“You should bring her pasta. It’s what Sara has recommended her to eat a week before her race and she’s a sucker for good pasta.” Lucy said when Alexia walked past her. The midfielder stopped in her tracks.

“Rosalia has not had a moment alone since she came back, you don’t think I should let her be?” She was surprised that the woman who acted like a big sister towards the photograph would encourage her to pursue the French-Canadian.

“I can’t tell you why, but being alone is not what she needs right now.” Lucy said with a hint of sadness and worry in her eyes. “Oh, and bring Nala, she’ll be so happy.” That was all the Catalonian needed to hear. Her plan was simple. She would go to her apartment to leave her training bag and pick up Nala. She would then go to the market and get all the ingredients she needed and walk back to Rosalie’s place.

It was around dinner time when Alexia arrived in front of the photographer’s building. She was glad she didn’t have to wait long until someone exited so she could let herself in without having to ring a random doorbell. The thing the blonde had clearly not thought of, was her little dog remembering the space, and most likely, smelling the photographer through the door.

As soon as Alexia reached the apartment door, Nala started to bark and jump, scratching the door with her little paws. Alexia cringed at the ruckus her dog was making and tried to calm her but nothing was working. She was about to drop all her bags and pick up the little beast when the sound of the door opening made her look up.

Rosalie was groggy. She was sleeping on her couch after succumbing to her fatigue while working when barking had pulled her from her slumber. She knew that there were no dog owners in her building and the sound was from right outside her door. She surely wasn’t prepared to see Alexia crouched down in front of her door, fighting with the small dog who was hell bent on freeing herself and running towards the photographer.

“Ale? What are you doing here?” The footballer stood up with the little excited dog still wiggling in her arms. Rosalie smiled widely and motionned to the player to pass Nala to her, which she gladly did. While Rosalie was busy greeting the fluff ball, Alexia picked up the grocery bags and made her way to the brunette's kitchen. She was happy to see that the woman had not started dinner yet and immediately started to prepare the food.

“ Ale, are you gonna tell me why you are here?” She asked, sitting down at the breakfast bar, Nala still in her arms.

“I am making you dinner! I can go after, if you want me to, but I know you are tired and I wanted to do this for you.” Rosalie could feel tears threatening to fall as she watched the blonde work silently. It took a moment for Alexia to realize the smaller woman had not moved from her spot in front of her.

“You can do your things like normal Rosalie, just act like I am not here.” She said, finally turning towards her. Upon seeing her eyes, Alexia walked around the kitchen island and crouched down in front of the photographer. “What’s wrong?”

“ Nothing, this is perfect.” The brunette said, whipping away her tears with the hand that wasn’t holding Nala. Alexia understood why the English couple was worried. She took her hand and guided her to the sofa where she could see a pillow and a pile of blankets.

“ You can rest more, I will wake you when the food is ready.” Rosalie got comfortable once more, with the little pomeranian snuggling in her arms. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep once more.

It took Alexia a little more than half an hour to cook enough food so that the brunette would also have lunches ready. The sight she was met with when she moved to the living room warmed her heart. The brunette was bundled up in thick blankets in a fetal position and all that could be seen from the small dog were her little ears sticking out of the blanket. Alexia quickly snapped pictures of the two before carefully waking her up.

They ate together in comfortable silence, simply contempt in each other’s presence. Alexia insisted on doing the dishes herself, not wanting for the photographer to have anything to do once she would be gone. Rosalie took place at the counter with her laptop. She needed to finish a couple things before bed but she found that watching the captain so at ease in her kitchen was very distracting. This was as domestic as it could be, and it felt so natural, easy.

Once she was done, Alexia took a seat next to the photographer, closed her laptop and scooted closer. She turned around to face the blonde and as soon as their eyes met, she felt the remaining tension slowly escape her. Alexia’s hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair that had escaped from Rosalie’s bun, and finished her path on her cheek. She leaned into her hand and closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of her palm.

“Thank you so much.” Rosalie whispered, not wanting to break the stillness of this moment.

“I am happy to do this for you.” She whispered back, slowly inching closer. “Rosalia..”

The word was but a breath on the footballer’s lips. She was so close Rosalie felt the air tickling her cheek. Their forehead connected, closing the distance even more.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” She sounded almost uncertain, as if she was scared the brunette would reject her. The thought alone almost pulled a chuckle from Rosalie.

“Oui, please.” She said, almost desperately, “You never have to ask again.”Her lips felt like coming home. How is it that after so little time, this woman had managed to break down all her defense and slithered her way into the depths of her mind.

The kiss was soft, unhurried. Their lips danced together, only parting to let out shuddering breaths. Rosalie reached out, pulling the blonde closer. It was like every part of her being was calling out for her. The heat was rising quickly, the need to be closer, feel her warmth invade all-consuming.

Rosalie was almost ashamed at the whine that escaped her when the footballer pulled away, leaving the forehead connected, as if she too, couldn’t fathom being separated just yet. “Rosalia, this is not what you need tonight.” She whispered, her hand caressing her cheek.

As good as her lips felt, Rosalie knew that the blonde was right. And yet, she could not let the blonde go. “ Can you stay please?” She asked in a broken voice that made Alexia’s heart shatter.

“Of course preciosa.” Alexia borrowed the same clothes she did the night before camp and stayed in the living room while the photographer went to shower. There was a shelf in the bookcase with what seemed like a collection of photo albums. They all had years written on the spine. Alexia picked one from what she assumed would be the brunette’s college years and sat on the sofa.

She was still flipping through the pages when the brunette emerged from the bathroom, hair still wet and only wearing underwear and an oversized t-shirt. It took a lot of self control for the blonde to keep her eyes from trailing down her toned legs. She put aside the album and took the hand Rosalie was holding out for her.

They settled together in bed, Alexia’s arms wrapped around her protectively. In this position, sleep came to her very easily. It was arguably the best sleep she had had since leaving for camp and the brunette most definitely needed it.

The wake up in itself, was everything but peaceful. She could not breathe. It was like her face was blocked by something warm and fury, with hair getting in her nose and mouth. She panicked and rose from the bed, grabbing the ball of fluff that had conveniently chosen her face as a resting spot. She coughed up a few hairs, still holding the dog at arm's length.

She was still groggy from sleep, but it did not keep her from registering the sound of Alexia’s laughter echoing next to her. “Your little beast almost killed me and you’re laughing?” She said indignantly, bringing Nala to her chest and kissing her head. She simply could not be mad at the little dog, but could definitely direct her anger towards the owner.

“You were so peaceful, you slept through the alarm, so I thought you needed something a little stronger to wake you up.” The smile on Alexia’s face was simply radiant. Her hair was wild from her night of sleep and her eyes were shining brightly in the morning light. Rosalie could not do anything but smile at the blonde and put the little dog down, only to jump on the blonde to playfully attack her.

This playful mood persisted all throughout the day. From the car ride to Alexia’s place so she could drop off Nala and pick up her training stuff, to their interaction on the pitch during training. Rosalie managed to capture the biggest amount of shots of Alexia smiling at the camera, although everyone knew it wasn’t at the camera she was smiling at, but rather the small woman behind it.

The build up to Saturday’s game was a lot smoother than usual. With the Barça captain’s mood having brightened a lot and the excitement of a home game palpable, all smiles could be seen in the viewing room. As soon as the meeting started, there was nothing but determination written on the girls faces.

There was only one who seemed out of it. She was always like this before a race. In her head, quiet, but inside, her mind was roaring. Her fears, her strategies, her goal pace, her desired splits, she was mapping everything out, leaving nothing to chance.

To everyone’s eyes, Rosalie looked empty, which concerned some of the girls who, instead of disturbing the photographer, seeked out answers in Lucy and Keira. The girls knew that Rosalie was simply in her game mode and would likely stay that way til after the race.

The only person who seemed to pull a smile from the brunette was none other than the captain herself. However fleeting it might have been, she was proud to have been the one to make her smile.

Sunday was game day, and Rosalie vowed to herself , for the sake of her friends, to be there for them. Tonight, she would have time to worry for herself. So she pulled up at the stadium coffee in hand and ready for a home game.

She was the one capturing the player's arrival. She loved this part almost just as much as the game itself. The girls were all smiles yet again, confident in their abilities and preparation. Upon seeing the photographer smiling they all greeted her similarly, often hugging her or high fiving her.

As always, when Alexia came around the corner, Rosalie’s breath caught in her throat. She was wearing a dark green tennis skirt, a white shirt and that leather jacket that made the photographer drool. She was mesmerizing and Rosalie could hardly hide her staring even behind her camera.

The blond stopped in front of her and opened her arms. Her familiar smell automatically calmed her.

« Ça va bien aller, Rosie, tu es prête. » She whispered in her ear before pulling away. Rosalie was too stunned to speak. Although heavily accented, Alexia’s sentence was flawless and the photographer could not help but smile widely at the thought of the footballer learning this for her.

Out on the field, the sun was shining bright and the stands were almost full. She immediately spotted her little group of friends frantically waving her way. She waved back and prepped her equipment.

It was a wonderful game. Five nil with a beautiful header from Alexia and a goal from Mapi. The pictures she had taken of their celebration together were some of her favourites she had taken so far at Barcelona. It showed perfectly how strong their friendship was. She’d had to print it out and give it to them later.

As she suspected, her friends had walked down and were stepping on the pitch as she was taking off her media bib. Leah was the first to reach the photographer, sneaking behind her and grabbing her in a tight hug from behind.

“ Howdy Frenchy, ready for your big day?” She asked, resting her chin on the brunette’s shoulder. Rosalie grabbed her hands around her waist and laughed as the blond lifted her and essentially carried her towards the group of Arsenal players. She did not let go, even after putting her down.

Alexia was very aware of that fact. She was on the other side of the pitch signing jerseys and greeting fans, but she could not help but keep a close eye on the brunette. She had seen Leah approach her, seen the way her arms had wrapped around her, and this was simply not sitting right with her.

She was aware, in the back of her mind, that Rosalie had confirmed that Leah was with the Swiss captain, and of the remaining fans' eyes following her every move, but for a second, these details evaded her mind.

She crossed the distance separating her and the photographer in a few seconds and arrived behind the two. The only problem was that she did not, for the life of her, think about what she would say once she had reached the little group.

The girls got quiet upon seeing the Spanish captain. Rosalie and Leah both made a curious face before turning around. Rosalie smiled widely at the Catalonian and opened her arms.

“That was such a beautiful goal Ale!” She said while the girl was holding her.

“Thank you bonita.” They were then met with a stunned group of five women who had certainly not put Alexia Putellas hugging their best friend in front of them, and a stadium full of fans, on their bingo card.

“Hola,” The Spanish woman said upon seeing their dumbfounded looks. She stepped closer to them, her hand never leaving the brunette’s waist. “Did you enjoy the game?”

They all knew each other, having played against each other for club and country, so introductions were not a need. It was very weird for Rosalie, seeing everyone interact like that. She noticed Alexia was colder towards Leah, and the reaction was clearly amusing the English captain. They all exchanged a few words, asking about their season so far, with Viv and Alexia clearly hitting it off thanks to them being the biggest football nerds the brunette had ever met. During their conversation, Alexia’s hand never left Rosalie’s hips. It was a calming, grounding touch which the photographer welcomed greatly.

The stadium was slowly emptying. The fans were bustling with happiness after such a wonderful victory. Even the staff was nearly done picking up the remaining equipment and eager to go home to finally relax. The only people on the pitch were Rosalie and her small band of footballers. They all spoke and laughed together, unaware that someone was watching them.

From the mezzanine, Martina had a perfect view of the Arsenal players along with the Barcelona captain and photographer. An idea started to bloom in her mind.

“Ok I think it might be time to go, Rosalia.” Alexia whispered in her ear. She was right, dinner was quickly approaching and she needed to be in bed early. The start of the race was at eight in the morning and god knows Rosalie would not sleep much tonight.

She in fact, did not. She was up at five, already dressed in her lucky red sports bra, a black zip-up hoodie and running short, and pacing around. Her oatmeal was getting cold on her breakfast counter. Lucy was picking her up. It was their little tradition. Ever since she had moved to England, every racing event she had been a part of, Lucy had always been the one driving her, something about needing family to be there for her.

Lucy arrived at her apartment at six, because she knew that Rosalie would not have eaten anything. It was always the same. She would arrive an hour before the agreed time, eat breakfast with the Canadian, more like force feeding her, and leave, all of this mostly done in silence. Rosalie always felt bad for her pre-race attitude but Lucy understood. She had worked with countless superstitious players with weird and annoying rituals, silence was the most peaceful she had encountered for sure.

It was usually when they arrived on site that Rosalie’s tongue got loose. “Will they be there at the start?”

“Yes, and someone will be there at every water stop, everything is already planned.” Lucy said, squeezing the photographer’s hand. They got out of the car and Rosalie headed straight for the English women and engulfed her in a hug. “Thank you for being here, ma grande soeur.”

“Je t’aime, tu le sais ça”

“Je t’aime aussi, Luce”

The tent was full of runners. Some clearly experienced and others who seemed like it was their first ever race. Rosalie respected all of them, she knew how hard your first was and she valued all the training that went into this sport. She also loved the community built around it, whatever your level of experience, they were all here together with a common goal in mind, reach the finish line. She found an empty bench at the back of the tent and pulled out her trusty Asics Metaspeed. Before lacing them up, she took out her noise cancelling earbuds and pooped them in. She hardly ever ran with music, but she purchased them solely for their nose cancelling abilities.

Ten minutes before the star and Rosalie was outside the tent stretching. She could see the growing crowd assembling around the inflatable arch where the signal would be given. Her friends were likely already there, with Beth, Leah and Keira complaining about how early it was and Viv, Lia and Lucy attempting to tame their grumpiness.A part of her mind hoped she would see Alexia somewhere, maybe with some of the Barça girls, but she wasn’t getting her hopes up, after all, she had not even thought about properly inviting them.

Five minutes before the start. She was walking slowly towards the starting line, making her path among the other runners. She had a goal in mind, and so she needed to start this race at the front. She smiled at the other racers, the apprehension palpable in the air, as she advanced more and more towards the front line.

Two minutes before the signal. Rosalie was happy with the spot she had managed to slither into. Almost in the middle, completely at the front. all she could hear was the sound of her breathing. Her heart was pounding in her chest as her eyes scanned the crowd for the first time.

Hundreds of people were screaming and cheering for their loved ones, and at the front, right behind the gate was her family. She smiled at them and waved. It took a second for her to realize that they were in fact, not alone. More than half of the Barcelona femini team was at their side, cheering with homemade signs.

Thirty seconds before the start, Rosalie's green eyes met with hazel ones. She was smiling, a calm expression on her face. She was here. A new kind of determination lit up inside her.

The signal was finally heard and all that was left to do was put one foot in front of the other.

[kiokos]

A SOCCER PLAYER’S DREAM

Sypnosis: Summary: F/N L/N, isagi's childhood best friend, recently started football. Turns out, they were a prodigy nobody could have seen coming. But it looks like someone's little brother caught their eye.

Genre: rivals to lovers, crack, angst, cringe sometimes, romance

Warnings: mention of bullying, sa (not exactly sure but putting this js incase), reader is too forgiving, isagi lowkey crashes tf out at the mention of kaiser

CHAPTER: 05

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: 04, 03, 02, 01, 000

A/N: i forgot to post this bc I was js thinking ab eating all day.. ~_~ fasting goes brrrr, also written ending <3 I’m not sure how long I should drag this series tbh.. feel free to comment and tell me!!

(Also, I knew I said I wouldn’t write ab sa in my introductions, but I meant it in a way that romanticizes it. Also, this’ll be the first and only chapter of this series with the mention of SA in it, so yeah!! Pls don’t request any stuff that has to do w sa..~_~)

TAGLIST(comment to be added): @kaikaidenkai @ihe4rtme

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You sighed as you started walking towards your mirror - silently staring at your half-assed ‘idgaf’ outfit (you do gaf) , hair tied up in a messy bun, shirt slightly droopy revealing your shoulder and shorts. You were about to go out to buy groceries, but realized you had practice with rin.

With a small reluctant sigh, you started searching for your cleats and other stuff, removing your hair tied and watching as your hair falls down to it’s usual look, took off your shirt, put on your go-to practicing clothes and started heading out.

You were just about to go through the door until your mom called out to you and said “don’t take too long!” You sighed and said back: “okay, mom!” Before putting on your shoes and heading out.

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Just as you were stepping into the train, you bumped into someone who was going in before you. Before you could even mutter an apology, he turned and mumbled “Y/N?” And your heart almost fell all the way down to your butt as you realized (by your misfortune) that you actually recognized that voice.

And of course out of everyone, you had to see the blond haired guy you had a love - hate relationship with, Hikaru Takahashi. Just as you were about to say something, he pulled you slightly closer by the waist since someone else was passing by next to you (in which you didn’t notice.)

He looked down at you and smiled, saying “good to see you. Haven’t seen you around school, since you’ve been skipping so much. Why’s that?” With a slightly forced chuckle and a hand rubbing the back of your neck, you mumbled out a “was busy with soccer stuff.. yeah.” Before looking up at him.

And once again, like last time, he said: “you’re going to practice, right? How about I accompany you, like last time? I kind of rushed in and ran off because of that rin guy.. he’s quite scary, but I can put up with it.”

Just as you were about to politely decline, he grabbed your hand and slightly dragged you out of the train when you arrived at your stop. He looked so casual about it, as if you weren’t basically trying to rip him off of you.

He has been acting weird since the last time you guys had interacted- more touchy, goo goo eyeing you, heck - people would confuse you guys as a couple if you didn’t back away from him every time he initiated something.

During crowded cross walks, he’d pull you in slightly closer than he actually should, and when you brought it up after, he would brushed it off and say “just keeping a pretty lady safe. Wouldn’t want anyone to take you away in this big crowd.”

You expected him to leave you alone when you guys were gonna be near the field, but oh no, of course, HIKARU wouldn’t do that.

As you guys were approaching the field, you’d expect him to back the fuck off because he saw rin, who didn’t exactly look too pleased - but instead, the dumbass leaned in towards you and was about to kiss you.

The air felt tense, and the time seemed to slow down - if not stopping completely. You were about to be kissed. Kissed by hikaru, the guy who literally bullied you up until high school. You thought it was weird when he randomly started being nice to you, but you didn’t expect for him to like you.

You weren’t sure what to do - shove him off? No, that would seem rude, what if you just slightly faked a fall so that he would miss? No, what if you injured yourself..?

You could feel the clock ticking. Before long, he was gonna kiss you. You ran out of options, and decided that this was it and that you couldn’t do shit to stop it. His lips were about to graze yours, and you were shutting your eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

Just as he was about to kiss you, you felt a strong force pull you towards them and further away from hikaru. You opened your eyes and saw - Rin!

You let out a sigh as you saw him, while hikaru looked slightly pissed off. “I’m not sorry if I interrupted something. Not only did she look uncomfortable, but it’s also time for pur practice and I simply can’t waste time with a lukewarm idiot like you. If you can’t even tell what a girl is thinking, you shouldn’t be trying to kiss them.” He huffed, shoving you a little closer than he needed to.

Just as hikaru was about to say something, he held back and sighed, putting on his fake smile. “Sure. Do what you want, itoshi. Your brother would sure as hell love that.”

You paused and gave hikaru a dirty look. Out of everything he could have said, he decided to go for the low blow?? Seriously, this guy was a living textbook example of a lukewarm idiot!!

Rin simply let out a ‘tch’ and turned to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards the field. “I don’t have time for this. Atleast I have loving parents waiting for me back home, something that you seem to lack.”

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Hikaru had already left by that point, leaving you and Rin alone. You were practicing your dribbling today - in which you didn’t mind because you weren’t exactly the best at it. Just as you were about to get your ball stolen by rin, he paused and looked at you.

“Hikaru. I don’t like him. You should cut him off, completely. Someone like that doesn’t deserve someone like… you.” He slightly hesitated at the last part, the tip of his ears burning red.

You paused and raised an eyebrow at rin’s statement. “Someone like… me? What’s that supposed to mean?? Am I weird?:(“ you let put as you stared at Rin, demanding some sort of explanation for what he had just stated.

He paused, realizing he worded it wrong and ‘tsk’d you before saying “I didn’t mean it like that, you idiot. No, you’re not weird. You’re amazing. I mean amazing at soccer!! And I meant what I said. You should cut off hikaru. He’s a distraction to your soccer career.” He paused. ‘If hikaru’s a distraction to her soccer career, aren’t I also technically one..?’ He thought.

You paused and looked at rin before saying “well I wouldn’t say that I like him or anything. Let’s call him an… ‘accidental’ friend. He used to be my old bully. Would throw rocks at me and stuff because I liked ‘weird’ stuff like bugs and bones and stuff while I was a girl. Thought he changed, but, I guess he’s still the same old hikaru - just more… fake now. I’ll cut him off, don’t worry.”

He nodded, and you guys continued your practice as usual. Though, something unusual happened. You saw Isagi enter the field! You practically stopped in your tracks and ran to hug him, before you could even ask why he’s here, he had already picked you up and yelled out a “Ego told me to bring you over to blue lock at 6:30 PM to go against kaiser!! Isn’t that like - insane!? You’re about to get into blue lock!! God, I can’t wait!!”

Rin paused and scowled when he saw isagi, mumbling a “why him..” under his breath before approaching. He eyed isagi up and down, swearing up and down he’s not jealous as he sees isagi hug you closer than he ever could. He sighed and said “so, it’s finally happening, huh.” Rin look at you and almost chokes on air at how pretty you look all excited and shit.

6:30 PM, huh…?

The results will speak for themselves, of course, but rin still silently hoped that you’d get into blue lock. It’d make charles’s and shidou’s antics feel a little less of a headache.

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Reblogs and tips are appreciated, ty for reading! Next part coming tomorrow/on Monday <3

[pumpkinbxtch]

— apollo / lester (masterlist)

“you’re the brightest star in all of the sky, i’ll cry and i’ll cry if your light ever dies…”

| MAIN MASTERLIST |

| FICS |

⋆｡ free coupons, take one and cry all afternoon // free coupons, take one and cry all afternoon pt ii

⋆｡ i'm a loser

⋆｡ beach proposal ⋆｡i'm a loser

| BLURBS |

⋆｡ offering

⋆｡ your eyes like the sun, my bad poetry as my sleep, ha ha just kill me, please

⋆｡ a vision of you

⋆｡ one penny is enough

⋆｡ painting date (blurb) ⋆｡

⋆｡ kiss me until i'm bruised, oh wait… // oops, father found out

⋆｡ is the tune of my heart, can you hear it? ⋆｡

⋆｡ this is a message for THAT nereid! ⋆｡

⋆｡ the most cowardly man who ever lived ⋆｡

⋆｡ hope python eats you

⋆｡the weight of names

|HEADCANONS|

⋆｡ nosebleed

⋆｡ 000-kissme-im drunk

⋆｡ two people, one umbrella

| MULTI-PART FICS |

⋆｡ the sun & the sea ⋆｡

|CONCEPTS|

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[37sommz]

❁ : come le viole . . .

✼. masterlist — taglist — request. ✼. genre: smut. ✼. wc: 3.1k.

michaela's six years in italy pay off in her professional life. one area she didn't expect them to pay off is in her romantic life. in jenson's defense, anything michaela does gets him going.

✼. warnings: 18+ mdni, smut smut smut, jenson has a michaela speaking italian kink, unprotected sex, pretty tame but sweet regardless.

✼. notes: another filler chapter lol. don't think too hard about the date, it's completely arbitrary bc this is just a filler. i promise i have more actual plot, abu dhabi 2021 is next :)

000.⠀⠀OCTOBER 16, 2021    ›    Cagliari, Italy

Michaela leaned against the balcony railing, the Sardinian sun casting a warm glow over her taut, athletic frame. She squinted at the horizon, the sea a serene canvas of blues and greens that stretched to infinity. The salty breeze whispered through her hair, a gentle reminder of the world outside the sheltered bubble of the luxurious hotel room.

Her thoughts drifted to the race that had just concluded. She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy as she heard the distant roar of the crowd. The Extreme E circuit was a playground for champions, a place where Jenson could still indulge in his love for speed without the relentless pressure of Formula 1. The same pressure she faced every time she strapped into her own McLaren.

The door clicked open, and she spun around, her heart racing. Jenson strutted in, a boyish grin on his face and a sheen of adrenaline glistening on his skin. His blue eyes sparkled with excitement, and the sight of him made her pulse quicken.

"You did well, JB," she said, using his nickname with a playful smirk.

Jenson closed the distance between them, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Thanks, darling," he replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I wish you could've seen it in person. The track was insane."

Michaela smiled, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he pulled her in closer. "I had a pretty good view from here," she said, gesturing to the TV behind her. "But I'll take your word for it. You looked like you were in your element."

Jenson chuckled, his gaze lingering on the oversized vintage Suzuka circuit shirt adorning her frame. "You know I can't resist a good race." His hands began to roam, gently caressing her hips, his thumbs brushing the waistband of her shorts as they dipped underneath the hem of her shirt. "But I missed you."

Michaela felt a flutter in her stomach as she met his eyes. "Missed me, or missed being in bed with me?" she teased, her voice low and eyes narrowed.

"Both, actually," Jenson confessed, his grin turning into a seductive smirk. "But right now, I'm thinking about the latter."

Michaela rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her own smile. "Have you eaten? We should order room service before you pass out from exhaustion."

"Mmm, I could go for a pasta," Jenson said, his voice a low purr as his hands continued to roam. "But I'd much rather have dessert first."

Michaela playfully slapped his hand away, laughing. "Let's at least order something to eat first. I waited for you to comeback before I ordered." She stepped back and picked up the phone, her fingers dancing over the buttons as she dialed the front desk. "Buonasera," she greeted in flawless Italian, the language rolling off her tongue like a native. "Possiamo avere il servizio in camera, per favore?"

Jenson rose from his spot on the bed, watching her with a smoldering look in his eyes. "God, you're so sexy when you speak Italian," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He stalked over to her, his breath warm against her neck as he nibbled gently on her earlobe. His hands slid around her waist again.

Michaela giggled, trying to keep her focus on the order. "Jenson, behave," she chided, though her voice lacked conviction. The feeling of his body pressed against hers was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else.

"Sì, questo è tutto. Addebitare alla camera, per favore. Grazie," she finished, hanging up the phone and turning to face him with a smirk. "Room service is on its way."

Jenson's gaze was unyielding, his eyes dark with want. "I don't care about room service," he murmured, his hands moving from her waist to cup her face. His thumbs traced her cheekbones, his eyes searching hers for any sign of protest. "Not when you're speaking Italian like that."

"I was just ordering food, Jense," she said with a playful laugh, though the heat in her voice betrayed her own growing arousal. She stepped closer, her hands sliding up his chest.

"But when you talk like that," Jenson whispered, his voice dropping an octave, "it's like you're speaking directly to my soul." His eyes searched hers, hunger plain in his gaze. "It's so intimate."

Michaela's laughter faded, replaced by a soft sigh as she leaned into his touch. "You're such a romantic," she said, her voice teasing. But she didn't move away.

Jenson leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His tongue danced with hers, a silent promise of the passion that awaited them. She melted into him, her arms winding around his neck as she responded with an eagerness that surprised even herself.

Michaela pulled away, breathless. "Room service will be here any minute," she murmured, though the protest was half-hearted at best.

"They can wait," Jenson said, his voice gruff with need. He scooped her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. She gasped as he carried her to the bed, laying her down with a tenderness that betrayed his urgency.

Their kisses grew more feverish, their bodies tangling together as if trying to become one. Jenson's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and line with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His touch sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, and she arched into him, her own hands running through the blonde hair she had grown so fond of.

Michaela's racing heart hammered against her ribcage as Jenson's hand slipped under her shirt, his calloused fingers brushing against her bare skin. She gasped into his mouth, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine. He broke the kiss, his eyes smoldering as he stared down at her. "Keep speaking Italian to me," he urged, his voice thick with desire.

Michaela's breath was hot against his skin as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear, her words a mix of English and Italian that only served to heighten his desire for her. He felt his own passion mirrored in her touch, her hands roaming over his chest and down to his waistband, eager to feel all of him.

With a groan, Jenson lifted himself off her, standing to remove the last of his clothes. He watched her eyes follow the trail of his muscles, the desire in them making him feel like the luckiest man alive. He joined her on the bed again, their bodies a tangle of limbs and passion. Michaela reached for him, her hand wrapping around his length. He sucked in a breath, his eyes closing as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. He felt the heat building, the tension in his body growing taut with every jerk of her wrist.

Her other hand found his chest, her nails digging in slightly as she guided him closer. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of him teasing her entrance as an impatient hand brushed her panties to the side. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the heady mix of love and lust threatening to overwhelm them both.

Michaela looked up at him, her eyes filled with a raw, unbridled need. "Jenson," she murmured, her voice a soft plea. He took one last moment to savor the sight of her before he pushed inside her, filling her completely.

Her gasp was music to his ears, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. The rhythm was slow at first, almost tender, as if they were both trying to savor every second. But as the passion grew, so did their desperation. Their movements grew more urgent, more frenzied, each thrust and moan echoing around the room like a symphony of desire.

Jenson watched her face, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought for control. He leaned down, capturing her mouth with his, their tongues tangling together as their bodies found a rhythm that spoke of love and need. The feel of her, tight and wet around him, was intoxicating, and he could feel his climax approaching.

Michaela's nails dug into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Her breathy moans grew louder, and he knew she was ready for more. He picked up the pace, his strokes becoming more urgent as he felt her muscles begin to clench around him.

"So pretty," she hummed as she pulled his face away from the crook of her neck. Her thumbs tracing the lines of his jaw, feeling the stubble prickle against her skin. "Così, così carino." She repeated in Italian, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the sensation of his mouth on hers.

Michaela felt the warmth spread through her core as Jenson's hand slid down to cup her breast, his thumb brushing her hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. The sensation was electric, and she arched her back, pushing herself closer to him.

"Talk to me, honey," she whispered seductively against his mouth, her voice thick with need. "Tell me how good it feels."

"God, it feels amazing," he managed to gasp out, his voice strained with effort. "You're so wet for me, so tight." His words were punctuated with each thrust, his voice growing hoarser with every passing moment.

Michaela's eyes fluttered closed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she absorbed his words. She felt his muscles tensing beneath her, the veins in his arms standing out as he pushed himself deeper into her. "Don't hold back," she encouraged, her own voice breathless. "Take me, I'm all yours, baby."

"Yeah?" He whispered back, blue eyes burning into hers, his thumb now tracing her bottom lip.

She leaned into his touch, taking the finger into her mouth eagerly. Her brown eyes never left his blue eyes as she sucked gently, the sight making him growl with need.

Jenson couldn't resist anymore, he leaned down and kissed her again, deep and passionate. Their bodies moved in sync, the sound of skin on skin music to their ears. His hands roamed over her, feeling the heat of her body, memorizing every inch of her. He felt her arching into him, her legs tightening around his waist, her breathing growing more erratic.

One hand reached for the top of her headboard as the other reached down to grasp at her thigh, pulling it up to hook over his hip and spreading her wide open to him. The new angle sent Michaela's eyes rolling back as he pushed deep inside her, a moan escaping her mouth as she felt herself stretch around him.

"Good girl," Jenson praised, his voice a low growl. The new angle allowed him to hit her g-spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She couldn't help but whimper, her nails now scratching down his sides as the tension grew. "You take me so well. All the way in just like that."

Michaela's breath came in short gasps as she felt the beginnings of an intense orgasm building inside her. "Jense," she moaned, her eyes pleading for release. He knew she was close, and he wasn't far behind. His own orgasm was approaching like a freight train.

Jenson's grip tightened on her thigh as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming into hers. The headboard thumped against the wall in a steady rhythm, muffled by the thick walls. He could feel her body tightening around him, and it was all he could do to hold on.

Michaela's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with desire. She met Jenson's gaze, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she whispered, "Dai, amore, fottimi più forte," urging him on in Italian.

A feral growl rumbled in his throat as he complied, his hips driving into hers with a force that sent the bed rocking against the floor. The headboard thumped a wild beat that matched the pounding of their hearts, the only music in the room. The sound of their passion filled the air, a symphony of moans and gasps that grew louder with every stroke.

Michaela's eyes never left Jenson's as she felt the climax building within her, his every movement sending her closer to the edge. She could see the same need reflected in his gaze, his eyes dark with desire and determination to bring her to the brink.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, feeling the tension coil tighter within him.

Michaela's eyes rolled back, the pleasure reaching a crescendo as she felt Jenson's cock hit her in just the right spot. She knew she was close, so close she could almost taste it. "Need to come, Jenson," she begged, her voice a needy whine.

Jenson chuckled dryly, feeling her slip away deeper into the pleasure. "Say it nicely, love," he urged, his voice gruff with need. "Want to hear your pretty little mouth say it in Italian."

Michaela bit her lip, the challenge sparking something within her as she nodded. She met his eyes, her own smoldering with desire. "Per favore, lasciami venire, amore," she whispered, her voice thick with an accent that sent shivers down his spine.

Jenson's eyes flashed with pleasure, the Italian rolling off her tongue like a sweet, sweet promise. He felt the coil in his stomach tighten, his own orgasm close behind hers. "So fucking perfect, baby. You're so beautiful," he groaned, the words leaving his mouth almost involuntarily. He wanted to claim her, to show her how much she meant to him in every way possible.

"Fuck, baby, where do you want me?" he gritted out, his hips moving faster, his strokes deeper. She felt him swell inside her, the pressure building until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Anywhere, everywhere," she panted, her back arching off the bed. "Just don't stop, please." She practically begged, almost incoherent in the wave of her pleasure.

Jenson's eyes blazed with intensity, his thrusts becoming more powerful, his strokes more deliberate. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her breath hitching with every push. The sound of their bodies slapping together grew more frantic, the sweet sound of their passion heightening.

"Mouse," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "I love how wet you are for me." His hand traveled down to her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

Michaela's breath hitched, her eyes locked on his as she nodded. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Yes, Jense, please."

He took that as his cue, his thumb moving faster against her clit, his strokes deep and demanding. The tension built until it was almost unbearable, until she was writhing beneath him, her nails digging into his back. "Now, love," he urged, feeling her body tighten around him. "Come for me."

Michaela's eyes widened as she felt the orgasm crash over her, waves of pleasure washing away every thought, every worry. She screamed out his name, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. Jenson groaned, feeling her tighten around him, his own orgasm following closely behind. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he emptied himself inside her.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Jenson rolled over, taking her with him so she lay sprawled on top of him, her head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a comforting rhythm beneath her ear. They lay there, basking in the afterglow, the scent of their lovemaking mingling with the faint aroma of the sea breeze that filtered through the open balcony doors.

"You're going to have to teach me Italian," Jenson murmured after a moment of contented silence, his voice rumbling through his chest and into her ear. "Everything sounds better when you say it."

Michaela chuckled, her breath still coming in pants. "I'd be happy to," she said, pressing a kiss to the warm skin of his chest. Perched on his chest, she felt his heart beating beneath her, the steady rhythm matching the gentle rise and fall of his breath.

They laid there for a few moments, the only sound in the room the rustling of the hotel curtains dancing in the breeze from the open balcony. The sun painted stripes across the floor, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies.

"I love you, Michaela," Jenson murmured, his hands stroking her back lazily as he felt her body relax into his. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes."

Michaela lifted her head to look at him, her eyes soft with affection. "I love you too, Jense," she said, her voice a quiet whisper. "More than I ever thought I could love someone." She placed a gentle kiss on his lips before rolling off him and standing up, stretching her toned body. The room service cart rattled in the hallway, a discreet knock at the door interrupting their intimate moment.

"I'll get it," Jenson offered as he reached for a robe, his chiseled abs glistening with a sheen of sweat. Jenson tied the robe around his waist, his movements slow and languid. "You go freshen up. I don't think I'll be able to focus on eating if I hear you speak Italian again." He winked, the mischief in his eyes unmistakable.

Michaela giggled and slipped into the bathroom, her cheeks flushed with pleasure and the aftermath of their passion. She glanced in the mirror as she tied her own robe together, her hair a wild mess around her face, and couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As she washed up, she could still feel the echoes of Jenson's touch, the way his hands had roamed her body with such confidence and hunger.

When she emerged, Jenson had set up the room service on the small dining table. The sight of steaming plates of pasta and a bottle of wine brought a smile to her face. The wide, boyish smile that adorned his features drew a chuckle out of her.

"I didn't know you were such a romantic," she teased, walking over to him and placing a kiss on his cheek.

Jenson shrugged playfully. "You bring it out in me, sweetheart," he said, his voice warm and affectionate.

Michaela took her seat, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she surveyed the feast he'd arranged. The smell of garlic and tomato sauce filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of the ocean. They ate in contented silence, their eyes meeting frequently over their plates, the heat between them melting away into a calmer affection.

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Hey! I want to read some more of your fics but don't know where to start. What would you reccommemd?

AHHHH first off, thank you so much!

The fic I put the most work into (and it paid off!) was undoubtedly Porn and the Art of Shuriken Maintenance, a Naruto longfic following Kakashi and Gai's slow-developing relationship (and Kakashi's massive trauma-shaped elephant that lurks in the room at all times and ruins things for them). It's about self-harm and healing and the ever-changing shape of love. You should give it a read!

The fics I enjoy most are undoubtedly:

T-M rated

Meredith Poppins, a gotg family fic set when Peter was a kid! It's told from Yondu's perspective as a shitty but well-meaning dad-who-stepped-up, but who has NO reference point for how to parent. He's trying to juggle shaping Petey into a space-pirate with stopping his rowdy bunch of Ravagers from making the kid their in-flight snack. Meredith gets resurrected and makes it her mission to annoy him into being a better dad! I had great fun with her character. There's family shenanigans, lots of alien lore and queerness, and a overarching plot I just adore.

Crawling Back To You! My baby - a massive longfic detailing the slow post-canon crawl of tfp-Starscream towards being a halfway decent bot. The ship is (very) slow-burn KOSS, but the main focus is on moving past abuse, taking accountability for your actions, and choosing to change. Suffice to say, it takes Starscream 100 000+ words to reach that point. If you want to watch a pathetic yet genuinely vicous and dangerous villain fumble their way towards redemption, this is the fic for you!

Explicit

Eating Eggshell - t4t poolverine with transmasc intersex (like. actual intersex. he has cah) Logan and eggy transfem Wade who is very much still figuring herself out! This fic holds a special place in my heart, and I'm still working on the final chapter, where Wade finally puts the Very Obvious Pieces together. The entire premise is that everyone has worked out that she is a woman and is trying to oh-so-gently tap on that eggshell, but Wade is getting out the poly-filler and determinedly patching up any cracks. But she's SO CLOSE to getting there. I've written her big 'OH' scene, and I can't wait to share it with you!

Size King - kragdu sillies. Genuinely just makes me giggle whenever I reread it. Home to the infamous "It, uh, likes you?" "I fucking well angered it!" line. Yes, they are talking about a penis.

Follow Me Down - A/B/O verse batjokes where they basically sexually torment each other for 58, 000 words. Bruce is guilt-racked, but still absolutely fucking the Joker at every opportunity. Joker is having the time of his life - until he isn't. It's great.

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Music Monday & "Every Friend Group Has The..." Template

Tagging @josephseedismyfather @voidika @imogenkol @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies @aceghosts @cloudofbutterflies92 @cassietrn @direwombat @noodlecupcakes @adelaidedrubman @raresvtm @derelictheretic @davrinsgriffons @shallow-gravy @strangefable @statichvm @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @alypink @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @skoll-sun-eater @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @florbelles @minilev @justasmolbard @yokobai and @seedsplease + anyone else who'd like to join.

Music Monday for The UnTitledverse, An Old Ballad Of Chance And Ember Hearts Trilogy and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. This time I'm doing another special round but for my favorite songs from Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss (or Hellaverse as I've heard it be called) and how those songs fit into my wacky worlds and stuff. Plus a "Every Friend Group Has The..." Template for Life, Despair & Monsters. Anyway, enjoy listening to the first batch of songs and you'll find the template below the cut:

Smile Tunes is a crossover fic (is it really a crossover if their in the same universe?) for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss in my The UnTitledverse series, focusing on both story lines (which eventually overlap) through the connection/interaction of three OCs; Samuel Who (the Morningstar's adopted son royal advisor who had been tasked by Lilith to look out for his adoptive sister, I mean, the royal heir, Charlie Morningstar), Killian "Krunk" Glass (a shark demon runt from the Greed Ring, now an IMP employee who's basically demolition expert aka the EXPLOSIVES GUY (TM) and occasionally makes the assassinations "look like an accident", despite not knowing how accidents occur for humans), and lastly Kingsley (who seems to be an exorcist, a really tall one, is assumed to have gotten lost in the Pride Ring since the last Extermination and has a bit of the old amnesia to boot, he mostly stays at the Hotel), with Kingsley being a central plot line for both Samuel and Killian to investigate, while Killian and Samuel get involved in romance and since Samuel is basically part of the Morningstar Royal Family, he's able to visit the HB plot line, just as Killian can enter the HH plot line because he's doing the most work for Samuel on the "investigating Kingsley" sub plot. Anyway, focusing on Killian, he's basically the demolition expert aka the EXPLOSIVES GUY (TM), and is often tasked with cleaning up after the group to at least make some of the assassinations look like an accident. Killian likes his boss Blitzo well enough, though is kind of sour about the whole Stolitz situation as he's all about "EATING THE RICH" (until he meets Samuel and eats out the rich), he begins on neutral terms with Moxxie and Millie (who don't hate him but are distant from him mostly due to his slight resemblance to Chaz Thurman) but he begins to bond with them over time (Moxxie and Killian start bonding over their respective roles as weapon and demolition expert, while Millie and Killian start bonding over a shared disdain towards Chaz). He and Loona mostly grunt at each other with head motions/gestures (Killian's wise enough to not upset a short-tempered Hound Demon, in addition to the fact Loona's the boss' daughter), though he does occasionally snicker at her insults. He really, really, really loves his job. Have a listen to the Jingle below:

"When you want somebody gone and you don't wanna wait too long Call the Immediate Murder Professionals! Hand grenade or cyanide, we'll make it look like suicide! The Immediate Murder Professionals! We do our jobs so well, because we come straight up from Hell! We'll kill your husband or your wife, we'll even let you keep the knife! We're the Immediate Murder Prodession-!"

("Kids die for free!")

In the first book of my original trilogy An Old Ballad Of Chance And Ember Hearts, the main antagonists to my pair of protagonists is a trio of Kin who hold control over the cosmos/stars and are entities full of contradictions and paradoxes; their names are Noir, Nova and Noa. They follow the protagonists through their in the Multiverse, acting as nuisances towards both of them. Did I mention that Noir, Nova and Noa may or may not be the same person who came from one or the other or not at all while also maybe or maybe not being brother & sister/father or mother & son/s or daughter who may or may not be in a relationship because they may not be related or maybe they are related or-

Anyway, those deranged and messy and questionable and ambiguous trio dynamics aside, how 'bout some envisioning of Noir singing this song with Noa and Nova when confronting the two human explorers encroaching on their territory:

"Inside of every human* is a lost cause, ha But we'll dress them up for now with just a smile ("Wicked smile!") And we'll chlorinate this cesspool with some old redemption flair And show these simpletons some proper class and style ("Class and style!") Oh, here below the ground, I'm sure your plan is sound."

[* Noir would be speaking with the two protagonists, who are the first HUMAN travelers of the Multiverse, so demon wouldn't make sense in this context].

Last song with my Fallout New Vegas Courier Six OC Ryder as the focus and (one of) her love interest's sister Marissa "Ress" Bishop as a support. I detail this as more specifically Ryder chasing her never-ending ambitions no matter the cost, which results in her committing actions that leave her isolated, used by bad influences, feeling lacking/empty inside and seeking out new highs to satisfy or distract her from that endless pit (gaining more power/influence/knowledge for the former and sex/drugs/violence for the latter). Ress acts as the person trying to temper this to a least less harmful degree, even while she's definitely contributing to Ryder's behaviors as well, as she too has wants a satisfying life making a name for herself while indulging in her vices, though not to the extent of Ryder's ambitions. Michael Kovac's section of lyrics describes Ryder while Chi-Chi's section more-or-less kind of describes Ress. [TW: Please read the warning at the beginning of the video... unless you're just listening to it, though the lyrics have heavy subject matter in them]

"Til death do us part But we're already past that phase This is a brand new start And I think I deserve some praise For the way that I am Despite having overdosed, and ending up comatose I don't give a damn I've let my emotions go, fuck being a sober hoe This is the mantra, this is my life You're playing with now till the end of the night Surrounded by fire, the passion ignites A hit of that heaven and hell, a hell of a high!"

"I'm addicted to the madness This casino* is my atlantis We're forever gonna have a fucking reason to sin Let me leave my soul to burn and I'll be breathing it in I'm addicted to the feeling Getting higher than the ceiling And we're never gonna want this fucking feeling to end Just concede and give in to your inner demons again!"

"Yeah, you fell in love But you fell deeper in this pit While death rains from above So count your blessings 'cause this is it You're not letting it go So what if I misbehave, it's what everybody craves You already know So come if you're feeling brave, and fancy yourself a mate You want it, I got it, see what you like? We could have it all by the end of the night Your money and power, my sinful delight A hit of that heaven and hell, a hell of a delight!"

"I'm addicted to the madness This casino is my atlantis." "We're forever gonna have a fucking reason to sin." "Let me leave my soul to burn and I'll be breathing it in." I'm addicted to the feeling Getting higher than the ceiling And we're never gonna want this fucking feeling to end Just concede and give in to your inner demons again!" "Just concede and give in to your inner demons again."

"I'm addicted to the madness This casino is my atlantis. We're forever gonna have a fucking reason to sin. Let me leave my soul to burn and I'll be breathing it in. I'm addicted to the feeling Getting higher than the ceiling And we're never gonna want this fucking feeling to end Just concede and give in to your inner demons again!"

("One, two. One, two, three, c'mon!")

"I'm addicted to the feeling Getting higher than the ceiling And we're never gonna want this fucking feeling to end Just concede and give in to your inner demons again!"

"I'm addicted to the sorrow When the buzz ends by tomorrow There's another rush of poison flowing into my veins Giving me a dose of pleasure that resides by the pain I'm addicted, I'm dependent Looking awesome, feeling helpless And I know I'm raising cane by every highway in hell Maybe things won't be so terrible inside this casino."

[* Casino instead of hotel since the Lucky 38 is where Ryder's base of operations tends to be since she came into the Mojave.]

This friend group from Life, Despair & Monsters includes Monika (from Doki Doki Literature Club), her sibling Haoyu Anabuki, their (future) boyfriend Icarus Galatos, his rather delinquent alter Xavier Tulip, his more sweeter idealistic alter Hatsukami Hinode and his friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng (from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Chat Noir) as...

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New Gaza fundraiser asks I've received (23 October)

Fatin Abu Hamda, Jehad Abuhamda, (@sama-faten5): Jehad is trying to evacuate 5 close relatives, including 3 children ages 6, 3, and 7 months out of Gaza. The father of the family had his right hand amputated by Israeli explosive in a previous war. (https://gofund.me/97aa34a4) (#137 on vetted fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi!)

Dalia fawzy (@daliafawzy131): Dalia has 5 daughters and 3 sons. Her husband is suffering from a heart condition, and two of her daughters suffer from fainting spells due to malnutrition. The other childre all have skin diseases. They have been displaced and are struggling to buy basic necessities. They wish to evacuate out of Gaza. (https://gofund.me/db6c7b14) (vetted by 90-ghost) (kr105 SEK raised of kr1 000 000 target)

Kawthar Ramadan (@kaw95thar, @kokey-95): Kawthar is 29 years old and worked as a fashion designer. Her mother is suffering from kidney failure but it is hard for her to get the regular treatment she needs.  (https://gofund.me/e7835b4b) (shared by 90-ghost, #145 on @/gazavetters vetted list)

Sarah Abu Hweidy (@sarahabohwidigaza): Sarah is 20 years old and is a second year English literature student. She is now displaced and living in a tent with her parents and brother and sister. She has been awarded a scholarship to study at Ireland, and she is fundraising to evacuate herself and her family out of Gaza. (https://gofund.me/14df9b35) (vetted by association! Sarah is a former student of Mahmoud Khalaf (@/supportgaza) (#151 on their verified fundraising list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi)) (€395 raised of €50,000 target)

Mohammed Totah, Aya (@ayamohammed2024): Mohammed is 33 years old. His wife Aya (26) was an English teacher. They have 2 children: Sana'a (5) and Wasfi (3). Their family house have been bombed but they survived. They have been displaced more than 10 times. They had to eat animal and bird feed due to the high cost of food, and suffer from diarrhea and severe stomach pain because of it. Their children have developed rashes on their body and suffers from jaundice. They struggle to buy basic necessities. (https://gofund.me/12847c64) (#230 on @/gazavetters vetted list) (€279 raised of €60,000 target)

Islam Elhalaby (@sadox1, @islamelhalaby): Islam was a graphic designer. His home has been bombed 3 times and he and his family are now displaced. He wishes to pursue a university degree, but has had problems applying to universities due to the lack of IELTS and SAT testing centres in Gaza. He is seriously injured in both knees and cannot get the medical care he needs. He wishes to evacuate out of Gaza. (https://gofund.me/ba264e0d) (vetted by @/gazavetters and #97 on their vetted list!)

Click here for my Google Doc with my complete masterlist of all the Palestinian gfm asks I've received, updated daily (along with other verified ways to send aid to Gaza).

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Resources for Palestinian Students!

Initiatives and resources to support Palestinian students, academics and universities:

This is a list of initiatives and resources for Gazan students seeking to complete their studies, including initiatives, resources, training and scholarships. See list here.

Scholarships for Displaced Palestinian students:

Putting this here for the palestininans who follow me: If you are a displaced Palestinian student looking to fund your education, this document lists the scholarships available around the world for displaced Palestinian students.

[my-moony-and-padfoot]

My moony

TW: some descriptions of wounds, but nothing too graphic, just the after maths of a full moon

Set after their days in Hogwarts

Word count: 2 000

“Sirius, you're not coming with me.” Remus said, for about the thousandth of time. The moon would start to rise in a few hours, and he really needed to make his way out of their flat before it did. But Sirius was fighting about coming with him, like he usually did when it was a full moon, but it really wouldn't be good for him now. “You're sick, so you're definitely not coming with me.”

“But I don't want you to be alone.” He said, rubbing his nose to the sleeve of his hoodie, trying to get rid of an itch, before looking back up at Remus.

“I'll ask James to come with me, alright? But you're not coming, I don't want you to get worse.” Sirius rolled his eyes, but coughed harshly into his elbow. Remus sent him a knowing look, and he just looked down in defeat.

“James is back at home, but just be safe, Remus, please?” He said after a moment, glancing up at him.

“I'll try my best, love.” He said, disappearing into the kitchen, and coming back a little later with a steaming mug of tea with him, giving it to Sirius.

“Thank you.” He whispered, taking a sip of the tea, the warmth soothing his sore throat nicely.

“So, eat something before bed and take some more medicine in a few hours, okay?” Sirius nodded, taking another sip of his tea. “Take your temperature, too.”

“Stop fussing over me, I should be doing that to you.” Sirius said, but Remus shook his head. “You'll be back in the morning, right?”

“Yeah.” Sirius nodded. “I have to go now, love you.” He said, leaning to kiss Sirius' forehead.

“Love you too.” He whispered back, looking up at Remus, who smiled before walking away and out of their flat. Sirius looked out of the window, looking as Remus made his way down the street.

He felt guilty for not being able to be there with Remus for his transformation, but he did understand why Remus didn't want that. Firstly, he was sick, had been for the past few days, and Remus had told him it was going to be a bad full moon. Usually when he could sense it being a bad one, he didn't want Sirius to be there in the first place, but he always insisted on coming with. This time it didn't work, though, and he was left alone.

– – –

Sirius woke up to a loud thud coming from their door, he sat up in bed, trying to listen to what it was. When he heard more noises coming down the hall, he got up from bed, pulling a jumper over his head as he walked. After opening their bedroom door, he saw Remus sitting down on the floor, against their front door with his head in his knees, clearly crying.

“Remus?” He asked, walking closer, and kneeling down in front of him. “Hey Re, what's wrong?” He asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Remus slowly looked up from his knees, and Sirius' heart broke at the sight. The right side of his face was covered in blood, it seemed to be coming from a big cut on his cheek, but Sirius couldn't be sure. His eye was bruised and there were tear tracks coming down, his eyes red rimmed, looking like he had been crying for hours.

“Oh, Remus baby.” He whispered, brushing his hair back. He was sobbing, and the tears were still falling down, as he looked at Sirius. “What's wrong, love? Please answer me.” He was starting to panic as Remus just continued to stare at him.

“I just-” he trailed off, looking down. “Hurts. Really hurts, Siri.”

“What hurts?” He asked, biting his lip.

“E-everything.”

“Mm, okay, just calm down, okay? It's gonna be alright, I'll-” He stopped to stifle a cough into his arm. “I'll take good care of you, yeah?” Sirius gently wiped away the tears, trying to be really careful, knowing the bruise and the cut had to be really tender. “You're home now, Remus. You're home with me, and it's all over, yeah? No more for today.”

Remus nodded frantically, his breath catching up in his throat as he looked up at Sirius, the tears still falling down. “Shh, I know it hurts baby, I know. And I know you're scared, but I promise it's going to be alright, and you'll be okay.”

Remus looked so young there, and it reminded Sirius of their days at Hogwarts. It reminded him of the many full moons when Remus would be back to himself, and he'd just be so hurt and so scared, even when he was safe with his friends. But he looked just like he had all those years ago. Remus didn't cry very often but when he did it always looked and sounded so heartbreaking.

He slowly calmed down, even though he was still crying, and his breathing was elevated, but it wasn't as bad anymore. “Good job, Re.” He whispered when he was more calmed down. “I wanna take a little look at you, okay? So, can we get up?”

Remus nodded slightly, looking up at Sirius when he stood up. He offered both of his hands to Remus, helping him up from the floor, he was a little unsteady as they walked the short distance to the bathroom. Sirius sat him down onto the closed toilet lid, turning the lights on, so he could better look at his boyfriend.

“You really had it rough, didn't you?” He mumbled, more to himself, before turning away slightly to cough. Remus' jumper was stained with blood, there was an especially dark patch on his chest. “Can I take your jumper off?” Remus nodded just slightly, looking up at Sirius as he pulled the jumper off of him.

There was a big, deep looking wound on his chest, with a few smaller ones next to it, there was also a wound on his right side. Sirius gently ran his finger above the wound, and under it, Remus let out a cry at the pain, even though Sirius barely touched it. “Is your rib broken?” He asked, looking at Remus, who didn't answer, but just looked down.

“I think it is, love. I'm gonna go grab my wand, alright? Then I'll clean up the wounds, and we can go to bed, and you can get some sleep.” Remus nodded, wiping his eyes as Sirius left the room, he reached for the mirror that he knew was laying on the sink. He winced slightly as he saw himself in the mirror, quickly putting it back, watching as Sirius came back with his wand and a glass of water.

He quickly washed his hands, trying to keep his germs to himself, not wanting to get Remus sick on top of all this, even though it was likely inevitable. Then grabbed a towel, wetting it with warm water, and then got the red package Remus recognized as the med kit. It was a muggle one, and he didn't really know why Sirius insisted on using that rather than just his wand, even when he could do it much quicker with magic. But to be honest, he liked it more than just doing everything with magic.

Sirius kneeled down in front of him. “This might hurt a bit, I'm sorry, baby. But I really gotta clean them.” He warned, feeling bad for having to do it. He waited for Remus to nod before gently starting to press the towel against the wounds, cleaning away the blood from each. It took a bit more time this way, but it was much nicer and more intimate than just doing the job with magic, that was at least what Sirius' thought, and he knew Remus liked it more that way anyway.

Remus cried out every time Sirius moved the towel, or pressed it a little too hard, and Sirius apologized each time. “Okay, all done with that now.” He smiled, once he had cleaned the cut on his cheek, Sirius wiped away the tears again before continuing.

“You have to fix it?” Remus asked quietly, glancing at his side that was aching so badly before back at Sirius.

He nodded. “Mm, yeah. I'm sorry, it's gonna hurt a bit, but I gotta it'll heal so much faster.” Remus just nodded, biting his lip as Sirius grabbed his wand. Sirius took hold of Remus' hand before doing the spell.

He felt Remus squeeze his hand, but he didn't mind, just held Remus' hand with both of his, once he dropped his wand. A few more tears fell down as the spell did its work, healing the broken bones under the wound, but Sirius just gently wiped them away, trying to be as gentle as possible.

“Does it feel any better?” Sirius asked after a while, Remus nodded, looking back at him.  “That's really good. I'm gonna put some of this cream on them. I got it from Lils, it's supposed to make them close up faster, then I'll put some bandages on, okay?”

Remus nodded as Sirius started to do what he had just said. His side didn't hurt that badly anymore, but his whole body still felt really achy, especially where the cuts were. “Are there any cuts on your legs?” Sirius asked, and he shook his head. “Well, that's good. I'm gonna give you some medicine for the pain and then let's go to bed?”

“Okay.”

Sirius got up from the floor, quickly blowing his nose and washing his hands again before getting the painkillers. He dropped the two pills to Remus' outstretched hand and gave him the glass of water. His hands were shaking, almost dropping the glass as he took them.

Sirius offered his hands again, leading him to their bedroom and sitting him down onto the bed as he went to dig their closet. “Are you cold, love?” He asked, turning to look at Remus as he nodded. Sirius dug out a jumper and a pair of pyjama bottoms for him, giving them to Remus before he left their bedroom.

He put the jumper Remus had been wearing into the wash before going to the kitchen, getting another glass of water and some chocolate before going back to the bedroom. He smiled slightly as he looked at Remus, who had already changed into the clothes he was given and was laying down.

He set the things down onto the nightstand, climbing to bed himself and getting under the covers. “I got you some more water, and chocolate if you'd want.” Remus just nodded, turning on his side to look at Sirius.

“Can we cuddle?” He asked quietly, sniffling slightly from the tears that had stopped falling, for now.

“I don't want you to get sick, rem.” He said, coughing a few times as if to prove his point.

“I've probably already caught it.”

“What if you haven't? Then I'll get you all sick and miserable on top of all this.”

“Your hands were already all over me.” He argued back, tiredly. “Sirius, please.” He whispered after a minute as Sirius didn't answer.

“C'mere baby.” He whispered, unable to say no to Remus in this state, even though it wouldn't be the best thing to do in the end. Remus nodded, getting closer to Sirius, feeling finally at ease when Sirius' arms wrapped around him, and he could finally be with him. “Are you feeling any better?” Sirius asked, starting to card his hand through Remus’ hair.

“Yeah. Just tired.” he whispered, closing his eyes. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Sirius asked, turning to cough into his sleeve, before continuing to play with Remus’ hair.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“I am, don’t worry about me, love.” He whispered, kissing his head before leaning back against the pillows. “Sleep now, yeah? You need to rest.” Remus just nodded as Sirius pulled the blankets better over them. “Sleep well, I love you, moony.”

“I love you too.” Remus mumbled back, already starting to fall asleep as both the painkillers Sirius gave him and being up the whole night caught up to him. Sirius stayed awake waiting for Remus to fall asleep before drifting off himself even though it was already morning.

A/N:

I know this is bad, okay?

But since I can't really get anything written, (for an unknown reason, even to me lol) I posted this even though it's not the best.

<3

[abetternamethananyother]

Sims 4: Naturally Young Challenge

Disclaimer: This challenge doesn't require any DLCs or packs. I highly recommend the MCCC mod, although it's possible to play through the challenge without it. You may play with any mods or cc you like as long as it doesn't greatly impact the challenge.

People have been talking about this Sim for years. From what you heard, they live alone in a small house, living from the plants they grow. You know people who talked to them and who described them as a polite young Sim open to talk to strangers. So why does everyone seem so afraid of them?

Your parents told you never to go near the house this particular Sim lives in. As a child you never understood their concerns, but as you got older it became harder for the adults to hide things from you. Stories spread like fleas, after all. Stories about people who became too close with them... and who never returned from their house. Rumours about the Sim have always been part of the local life, each one more sickening than the other. Are the missing Sims held hostage? Killed? Locked away in the dark?

Despite the warnings, there are always those eager to meet this Sim, be it out of curiosity or even pity for the lonely dweller. And, well... You're young, you're supposed to be brave, right? But when you actually meet them, your heart stops for a moment. They're breathtakingly beautiful and their smile makes you fall in love instantly. Over your bliss you don't even notice the strangest thing about them; They're way too young to have been living here for as long as the people claim...

Welcome to the Naturally Young Challenge!

The goal of this challenge is to stay a young adult for as long as possible and to support yourself solely by fishing, planting and gathering. In order to maintain your youth (and, therefore, near immortality) you will need to rely on the life essence of others - and your most loyal friend, the Cow Plant.

CAS: To start the challenge, create a teenage Sim of any gender. They need the Romantic and Loves Outdoors trait, as well as the Freelance Botanist aspiration. Upon aging up to a young adult, you may freely choose your last trait (or traits if you play with mods that allow more than three traits).

Property: Move your Sim into a small home you can afford with the starting 20 000 Simoleons. The house should have a rather big property, as you'll need a lot of space for planting and uh.... other stuff. If you cannot find such a home, you may use the FreeRealEstate cheat, although you'll need to set your household funds to 3000 Simoleons afterwards (Cheat: money 3000).

Game options: If you want an easier challenge, set Sim lifespan to Normal. For the regular challenge it should be set to Short. Auto-age must be enabled.

You may not take a job. As long as you're a teen, I recommend skipping school - your grades won't matter anyway and you'll need the time. The only way to make money is by selling plants, fish or whatever you find by searching the area (minerals, fossils, frogs,...). You may not sell handmade items, books, paintings or photographs, although you are allowed to create them for your own use.

Apart from making money you'll need to raise your greatest weapon - the Cow Plant. The seed(s) may not be bought or taken from another Sim. You may have as many Cow Plants as you want, using them to gain the Essence of Life from other Sims in order to stay young forever. But here's the catch: No one would just randomly walk up to a dangerously looking plant belonging to a complete stranger, especially when they've been warned about said stranger their whole life. You'll need to earn their trust.

To make it short: In order for your Cow Plant to eat a Sim they need to be part of your household. You'll have to manually ask them to join - cheats aren't allowed. For a more difficult version your victim has to be your boyfriend/girlfriend before moving in with you. Alternatively, being friends with them is enough. As soon as they're part of your household you can take control of them and let them... Try to eat a plant's tongue? Honestly, who'd ever think eating something still attached to the mouth of a huge, sentient plant with dangerously looking teeth was a good idea? Anyway, the first time they are eaten apparently isn't enough reason to stay far away from the Cow Plant. The second time, chances are they'll die. Too bad!

After the Grim Reaper has done his work you may milk your Cow Plant. Voilà! You have a brand new glass of Life Essence to keep you young for a couple of days and a tombstone to prove it. Good thing you have your garden to hide the remains of your victim... Place the tombstone somewhere on your property and build your very own graveyard. Just don't be surprised to find some angry ghosts roaming your house.

The challenge can end in two ways:

Bad ending: If you age up to adult you officially lost and countless Sims died for nothing. Sorry not sorry.

Good ending: The Grim Reaper isn't impressed easily, but you do seem to put a lot of work into ending lives. As soon as you have ten (or more for a harder challenge) tombstones on your property the Grim Reaper grants you actual immortality as a sign of his respect. If you play with MCCC, flag your Sim as immortal.

Additional rules:

-> You may use cheats to remove any sad moodlets you receive from the death of one of your victims. I mean, that's what you wanted, right?

-> While you can own as many Cow Plants as you like, you're only allowed to harbour one Sim at a time. In order for another Sim to move in you first have to kill the first one.

-> You may take any aspiration after completing the Freelance Botanist one. However, you are not allowed to marry, have children or move out.

-> If you play with packs including occults, you may not be a vampire or ghost (for obvious reasons). Other occults are allowed, but may not use any abilities that influence relationships or grant them a longer life/immortality.

I hope you'll give this challenge a go and enjoy it. If you have any suggestions or criticism, feel free to let me know!

[inseparabiles]

The state of our health care in this county that has apparently just abandoned everyone who can't afford private care has gotten to such levels of tea leaves reading I'm laughing about it today.

So, two of the major issues we've been dealing with for years with chronic illness is 1. a heart rate that keeps jumping sky high (120bpm) even during sleep for no reason, and 2. horrific chronic pain affecting muscles and joints.

Started taking magnesium two months ago I can't remember why, but did. There was a good reason for this because we made the conscious choice to yeet the recommended dosage after doing research on what safe doses are - considering our diet has diminished to "nothing" basically, a recommended dosage is often useless with supplements because it assumes you're a base healthy person who isn't horrifically deficient in things that are supposedly abundant in modern foods.

Magnesium turned out to be one of those that you don't really have to worry about, so, with the recommended dose being 1-2 pills a day, we sometimes took 3, and just didn't worry about it if we didn't remember how many we'd taken and just take one on top in case. Don't try this at home but we needed this supplement for ---

actually I remember why. It was the constant, nonstop tremor that we had for a month straight that was new to our symptoms and would not go away. Full-body deep-muscle shaking, all hours of the day. That was the reason.

--- but yeah don't try this at home but we had good reason to think we might be deficient and there was no harm in doing a check on if supplementing would help.

And uh. We've been taking beta blockers for five years now, for that heart rate issue that doctors looked at and went "what the fuck" over after taking 20 000 gallons of blood and 100 heart films and an xray and an MRI and having us on overnight stay hooked up to machines.

Two months of magnesium supplementation, and... we haven't needed the pills for about two weeks now. Currently trying not to obsessively take them out of fear - the issue itself is not dangerous, we won't die to having the heartbeats from hell, but with our digestion already not fucking working, taking beta blockers when they're not needed is just giving us acute gastroparesis and it is NOT fun to eat three spoonfuls of food only to feel like you've stuffed yourself with a three course meal and two desserts for three fucking hours after eating. Like imagine eating a jar of baby food and it's all sitting halfway up your throat for two hours because your stomach is so full and no I am NOT talking about reflux. Reflux, thank fucking god, is not one of the issues we have (unless we trigger it by being stupid but this applies to most people alive). Also our blood pressure is already low as it is for some fucking reason so taking a pill where not needed is like ok guess I don't have any blood pressure and also my limbs and lips are literally a strong shade of greyish blue and colder than ice. Fun!

So. Yeah. Went a full 24h the other day without a beta blocker and suffered 0 bouts of heartbeats from hell, took half a pill yesterday because it was too frightening to go out without it, woke up today (waking up is a guaranteed trigger to heartbeats from hell) and had 0 issue, ate a full fucking meal straight out of bed (eating anything meaningful to an empty stomach is a trip straight to Satan's asshole when it comes to this issue) and suffered 0 consequences and have still not taken a pill or a half of one or even sniffed in their direction after, feeling perfectly good.

Looks like we accidentally cured out heart issues while attempting to cure the fucking seizure-like tremors (which we also did cure by the way, that was absolutely a magnesium issue there). Our newbie still gets them when he's compromised (love you bud) but that's from emotions, not because of nervous system dysfunction or whatever the fuck that was all about before.

Ok so. Magnesium supplementation fixed the heart and fixed the tremors. What we have left is this oppressive, crushing muscle pain that - yes - some of it is easily explained by "things are legitimately broken" but we also get the worst fucking spasms when exposed to cold water or air that feel like a heart attack in the wrong spot on the body, that being the upper back and particularly the large shoulder muscles, and there's just no good explanation for that. Taking a muscle relaxant hurt like being torn into pieces with one of those, it's rigor mortis level shit that's happening over there. Still doesn't fit the symptoms of MS, doesn't fit the symptoms of ALS, doesn't seem to fit any other deadly and immediately concerning condition, so what it COULD be is (throws dart at wall by random) another symptom of some kind of a deficiency.

And the point I'm even writing this is that AC took to google with this thought to check what we might need to supplement besides magnesium, and the first thing that jumped out at us like a fucking punch in the face was

omega 3s

just the realisation that we were already deficient five years ago when we last supplemented

that ever since our diet has gone down to fuck nothing, and if it was bad then then right now, for the past year, we probably haven't ingested a single milligram of an o3 like from ANYTHING

googled up quickly what gives you omega3s and it made us crylaugh like ok allergic to fish. allergic to nuts. can't digest legumes. allergic to shellfish. allergic to seeds.

the only source we have for omega 3 looks to be our fucking cooking oil and butter. Let me just be really clear here: to have any chance at getting even the remotest taste of these in our diet we'd have to be drinking the cooking oil basically. Called our mum like hey do you want to throw us a penny so we can buy some supplements because uhhhhh and she googled it and was like "yikes jesus" too like

yeah no look

our eyesight is steadily getting worse again and it's BOTHERING us because it's not supposed to be doing that and some days it's fine and others it is NOT our memory is shot like a sieve and our thinking doesn't work in the slightest it's like middle stage dementia levels bad at this stage feels like our muscles don't fucking work AT ALL anymore it's just pain day in pain day out

MAYBE WE SHOULD BE EATING SOME OF THIS. Like will it cure it no it fucking won't our spine has some sort of structural joint damage that makes a grinding ass sandy noise and a slipped disc and nerve pressure and our finger joints hurt and our leg won't fucking hold our weight getting off a seat because the knee joint has busted and our shoulder is perpetually out of its socket and hurts so fucking bad but there's nothing we can do about that, but

dear fucking god

MAYBE INSTEAD OF JUST COMPLAINING ABOUT THE DIGESTIVES WE SHOULD BE MAKING SURE WE'RE NOT FUCKING DYING OF MALNUTRITION.

It's that fucking idiotic autistic thing again where every source online says "you can't physically have a deficiency this bad in a developed country but you might feel better eating supplements anyway :)" that's had us like "oh ok then :)" for years and I'm just now here like

you know when they say "you can't have a deficiency" they mean people whose stomachs.... like.... digest food

who can eat something OTHER than processed white meat and dairy

all this time the only thing we've been worrying about is our iron levels (and we should supplement that again too before it goes to time to die levels) but like

just having our environment be like "a healthy person can't have nutritional deficiencies that affect their normal life" has just processed into ok then even though "a healthy person" is NOT what we are by the LONGEST fucking shot like

yes the average person can't end up on beta blockers for a magnesium deficiency because they're eating food.

have you considered that the fact that you are NOT eating food might............ you know............................... put you in a different category

Anyway we'll go get some fish oil whenever the sun stops being a bitch outside and see if that does anything for any of our issues that might loosely be related. Worst case scenario nothing interesting happens and we'll be just as achy and fucked up as before but slightly better nutritioned. Better case scenario SOMETHING is fixed. Best case scenario we won't have to be in such ass massive amounts of pain every fucking hour of the day anymore.

Fingers crossed.

[akuumea]

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Please, if you can find it in your heart, help us find a safe place to rest, a meal to eat, and a chance to rebuild our shattered lives 😭🙏. Even the smallest kindness can light up our darkest hours, giving us the strength to hope for a new beginning 🥺❤️.

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[discomfortreviseted]

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My brother suffered from jaundice, a disease for which there is no treatment in Gaza due to the siege and the lack of hospitals and clinics.

Yes, we suffer every day, and here I am, knocking on the door of help for those who have a conscience, a heart, and feelings towards us.

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[littlefallenrebel]

Hello,

My name is Anas Al Burri. I am 17 years old, and I live in G*za. My sister has jaundice because she gave birth to her child in an unhygienic area during the war. She has no medication, and her condition is worsening, almost life-threatening. She is too ill to produce milk for her son, and we can't get milk from anywhere else. I have no medication for my diabetes! I am missing insulin, and my blood sugar is critically high, often above 180 and sometimes even 400. I suffer from hyperglycemia attacks and can't get to a hospital because we are in the northern part of G*za.

Three months ago, my 14-year-old brother Ahmad was searching for something to eat when he was sh*ot in the ch*est by sni*pers from a kilometer away. The bul*let went straight through his body. He was just a CHILD! We still can't believe it and keep thinking he will come back any moment. We didn't even have time to mourn him before the next family members were kill*ed.

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