#Sandy x reader

[respawnjupiter]

"I want a baby" prank

— Featuring Lego Monkie Kid characters!

(Macaque, Wukong, Sandy, MK, Tang, Pigsy, Mei, Redson, Spider Queen, & Mayor)

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╰⪼ Six-Eared Macaque

(I headcanon he's broke af)

╰⪼ Sun Wukong

╰⪼ Sandy

╰⪼ MK

╰⪼ Mei

╰⪼ Redson

╰⪼ Tang Sangzang

╰⪼ Pigsy

╰⪼ Spider Queen

╰⪼ Mayor

[mbruben-stein]

Rise of the Guardians: reaction to finding out you fem guardian is North's wife and that they have been married for centuries and no one knew until now.

~Jack Frost~

Your eyes sparkle with mirth as you watch Jack's jaw practically hit the floor. The normally unflappable winter spirit is rendered speechless upon discovering that you, his close friend and Guardian comrade, have actually been married to North for centuries.

"Wait, wait, wait," Jack sputters, holding up his hands. "You're telling me that you two have been husband and wife this WHOLE time? How did none of us know this?"

You chuckle and exchange an amused glance with your husband. "We prefer to keep our private life private, Jack. North and I decided long ago that our marriage wouldn't affect our duties as Guardians."

"Well, you sure fooled me," Jack laughs incredulously, running a hand through his windswept hair. "I mean, I've seen you two together countless times and never suspected a thing! Guess North is pretty good at keeping secrets in his workshop, eh?"

North lets out a booming laugh and claps the young Guardian on the shoulder. "Ah, is not so hard to hide in plain sight! After all, I am master of stealth on Christmas Eve, no?"

"Fair point," Jack concedes with a grin. His eyes suddenly light up with mischief as a thought occurs to him. "So...I guess this makes you the famous Mrs. Claus then, huh?" He waggles his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Yes, Jack, I suppose it does. And no, I don't spend my days baking cookies."

"Nah, you're too busy making eyes at your hubby over here!" Jack makes exaggerated kissy faces and bats his lashes. "Oh North, however did you keep your hands off each other at Guardian meetings? The passion, the stolen glances, the - oof!"

His theatrical monologue is cut short by a snowball to the face, courtesy of yours truly. "That's enough out of you, Frost," you warn, fighting back a smile.

North guffaws and slides an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Do not tease, Jack. Is epic romance for the ages!" He presses a whiskery kiss to your cheek.

"Ugh, get a room, you two!" Jack mock groans, covering his eyes in feigned disgust. But you can see the happy glint in his eyes, the sparkle that says he's truly glad his two friends found love in each other.

You know the Mrs. Claus jokes and good-natured ribbing are only just beginning. But you wouldn't have it any other way. "Come on, you troublemaker," you say fondly, ruffling Jack's hair. "Let's go see what other secrets we can uncover around this place."

With matching grins, you and Jack zip off through the workshop, ready to unearth more mysteries and make more mischief. Just another day in the life of the Guardians.

~Bunnymund~

Your heart races as you and North finally reveal your centuries-old secret to the other Guardians. Bunnymund's eyes grow wide with shock as the revelation sinks in.

"Wait just a bloody minute," he sputters, ears twitching. "You mean to tell me you two have been married all this time, right under our noses, and none of us knew?!"

He looks back and forth between you and North incredulously. North chuckles and puts a burly arm around your shoulders.

"Ah Bunny, you know how much I love surprises! And this was best kept secret of all." He winks at you playfully.

"I...I don't believe this," Bunny stammers, still reeling. "Y/N, you're really Mrs. Claus? For centuries? I thought that was just a myth!"

You can't help but giggle at the look on his face. "Surprise! Sorry we didn't tell you sooner, Bunny. We wanted to keep our private life, well, private."

Bunnymund runs a paw over his face, collecting himself. "I just can't believe it. All those times North mentioned his 'special sheila' and I thought he was talking about the sleigh!"

North guffaws loudly at that. You elbow your husband. "Nice to know where I rank compared to the sleigh, dear."

"Ah but you are much more fun to ride, my love," North whispers suggestively in your ear, making you blush.

Bunny makes a face. "Ugh, I did not need that mental image, mate. TMI."

He sighs and throws up his paws in exasperation. "Well, I suppose congrats are in order, even if it is a few hundred years late. Just warn a bunny next time before you drop a bombshell like that!"

You laugh and thank Bunny, relieved he's taking the news relatively well, even if he'll never look at you and North the same way again. Your secret may be out, but it was worth it to see the look on that silly rabbit's face!

~Sandy~

Sandy's eyes go wide with shock as the realization sinks in - you and North have been married for centuries without anyone knowing! The little golden man floats there for a moment, jaw dropped and dreamsand swirling around his head in a flurry of exclamation points and question marks.

Slowly, a broad grin spreads across his face and he zooms over to you, grabbing your hands and spinning you around gleefully. Dreamsand fireworks explode above his head as he silently expresses his joy and amazement at the surprising revelation. He points to the ring on your finger, then makes a heart shape with his hands.

Once the initial surprise fades, Sandy steps back and regards you and North with a look of curiosity, stroking his chin. A dreamsand timeline appears, centuries long, with a ring at the beginning. He points between you and North questioningly, clearly wondering how and when this secret union began so very long ago.

But the confusion is quickly replaced by warmth and happiness. Sandy flies up and warmly embraces first you, then North, silently congratulating you both. More dreamsand hearts, doves and wedding bells appear above his head, showing his earnest delight at your long, successful (and impressively discreet) marriage.

He looks at you both with new understanding, piecing together little interactions and moments between you and North over the centuries that hinted at a deeper connection. Sandy winks cheekily, amused that he never suspected the truth before, but clearly thrilled for you both.

The Sandman takes your and North's hands and joins them together, then bows his golden head as if officially recognizing and blessing your union, even if it is centuries after the fact. His smile is bright enough to light up the whole room, showing nothing but pure joy and support for your eternal partnership and love.

[quixotical-lymbo]

Pairing: Sandy x gn!chubby!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: No pain, no gain. Thankfully, you have a pretty neat yoga buddy.  Warnings/Tags: Cussing, Sandy being wholesome as always, Sandy using cute nicknames, exercising, and brief low self-esteem mentioned.    Word Count: 500+ words 

 "You can do it, superstar! Just a few more, don't give up!" 

"Sandy, I-...I can't!" 

You felt the behemoth of a man shift behind you. 

You gasped as you were slowly pushed forward by his bare chest pressing against your back. Your legs felt like jello the more those massive hands gently pried them apart. Sweat dripped from your brow as a groan erupted from your parted lips. The shared body heat within the room made it harder to motivate yourself to continue. 

"You can, look! Sunshine, you're almost there!" 

"Fuck-!" You almost knocked the top of your head into Sandy's chin as his beard brushed against your neck. You rolled out from under him and laid flat on the ground panting like a dog. Your poor legs giving out after finally getting a break from being forcefully pulled into a pathetic-excuse for a straddle split. 

Sandy gasped, clutching his 'pearls' at your foul language. "Remember what I said about those kinds of words, sunshine, never-" 

"-never speak dirty words unless you want to eat soap afterwards, yeah, yeah, I know," You grumbled as you threw an arm over your eyes. "Give me a few hours, fu-I mean, gosh, that hurt like a bitc-beach."

Sandy narrowed his eyes at your choice of words before nodding in agreement.  

"It wouldn't be wise to put your muscles under so much stress for too long! I'll let you have thirty seconds before we try another pose," The blue man chirped before grabbing his yoga-for-dummies manual to skim through it. 

Sighing, you lifted your arm to glance at your larger than life friend. It was hard enough for him to convince you to join him in exercising, but the lack of results from this rigorous training left you feeling hopeless. You were on the big side ever since you were young. Your parents commented on it, your doctors commented on it, heck, even a few unsavory classmates mentioned your wide physique behind your back. 

It wasn't like you were upset about it anymore, but those comments made you resign in your fate of always being the fat, undesirable one in the group. 

You suppose voicing these concerns as a joke to Sandy was your first mistake. As much as you loved the blue giant, his insistence to help his friends in need could really be…overwhelming to say the least. Nevertheless, you appreciated the attempt. 

"You ready to go, sunshine?" Sandy stood over your deflated form with a large smile on his bearded face. His hand reached down, palm facing up for you to grab a hold of. "I found a few easier poses for us to try, but if you wanna go ahead with our tea party…" 

You exhaled softly through your nose before placing your hand in his. You squealed as Sandy yanked you up until your feet were dangling over the floor. His snicker followed by your slap to his bicep made him lower you back onto the mat. 

"Hmmm, sure, big guy, I could go for a few more." 

"Great, now bend over!" 

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[lint-beetle4]

Ooo, May I have a Sandy x female reader where it goes from fluff to smut. It can go like how reader fell in love with Sha Wujing but was heartbroken when he died but now is reincarnated as Sandy. The reader wants to stay away to not get her feelings her cause he's mortal and he'll eventually die but Sandy sees something wrong with her. Maybe after a year or sometime they eventually do get together.🥰

❤️Hope u stay safe and healthy❤️

Swaying Tides (Sandy X Fem!Reader, Fluff, Angst and a Smidge of Lime)

(Anon, I'm so sorry, but I couldn't fit the smut in. I hope this lime pleases you!)

As an immortal, you knew not to get too close with mortals

They were such fragile things, affected by the sands of time

Yet you? You were beyond such things. You had all the time in the world, witnessing the evolution of man and the growth of gods

You were content being alone, but unfortunately, you came to serve the celestial realm as a messenger of Guanyin

You had been told to collect a monk and his lackeys and aid them in their journey west

Dutifully, you did so, meeting the funny little mortals--and Wukong

One of them intrigued you though, a water demon by the name Sha Wujing

Cast down from heaven and forced to eat people to survive, you saw the gentle nature of the demon emerging from his powerful exterior

He was honest, good man, you had to admit

Soft yet strong and filled with enough wit to question the world around him

Time went on and before the journey's end, you two confessed your love in the silence of a moon-lit night

While you couldn't explore each other's body--such is the way of Tang's principals--, it seldom mattered as you two became inseparable, love-sick smiles on your faces as you faced the journey west with confident strides

You never smiled so widely again as you found your lover's body on the ground, honor draping over his still corpse as his spirit left

Time marched forward with you alone, Sun Wukong had gone off to his subjects, pushing you to join him

He eventually met his successor, and you eventually met the familiar eyes of your past lover, his gentle features and rugged body all the same yet different

It was truly him. You gaped at the giant before you, his eyes filled with worry and curiosity.

You quickly composed yourself, slightly bowing to the tall demon.

"Ah, sorry--you just look like someone I knew, but--" You muttered under your breath, "You're not him."

"Oh--well," The blue demon perked up happily, a wide smile on his face. "That's no problem! My name is Sandy. What's yours?"

You shook his hand, nostalgia filling your chest is his larger hand enveloped yours. It was warm, tender, able to break your bones easy yet too afraid to more than a gentle squeeze. You held back a sigh, watching as Wukong's student dragged him away for something.

"Looks just like that him, yeah?" You jumped at Wukong's voice, head snapping to see him with sad eyes. "They're all here again--united like we once were."

"Yet, they're all different." You sighed. "We're lucky in that sense. To be here with them again is--"

"A blessing." Wukong finished for you, "You should try talking to him. He might not be your Wujing, but he's still the same gentle giant you knew."

You hoped to the gods that he stayed the same.

Sandy was probably more compassionate than his past life, impossibly so.

"That must've been so hard to deal with." He spoke sadly, hands holding yours. "To deal with the loss of a loved one is such a painful thing for you to overcome. You truly are as strong as Wukong says."

His words hit you just as hard, filled with wisdom only a a life of hardship could grant a person. You cried in his chest as you recalled the way your lover passed, and Sandy was there for you all the same.

Your heart yearned for your Sha Wujing, but slowly, as months passed to years, you learned to love Sandy, to make more room in your heart for a man who was different than your lover in many ways.

Sandy was calmer, more gentle, and a loving cat owner.

Mo seemed to like you quite well, enthusiastically greeting you during your visits to Sandy's boat. You ended up helping Sandy on his boat as well, learning the art to a soothing tea. With plentiful smooches and cuddle sessions, you grew comfortable with your lover as you did before.

The thought of his mortality scared you, you admitted to Sandy late at night after fun conversations and bountiful laughter.

"I understand." Sandy sighed. "You'll have to see me die one day."

The blue demon turned to you, arms embracing you warmly. "But, I've never been so happy so spend my life with you. I hope that one day, we'll be united again in other life."

"I'll be waiting." You laugh sadly. "You're such a wonderful man. I'm happy enough to have this moment to remember."

"Smart thinking." Sandy praised, kissing you on the forehead. "Focusing on the present lets you ground yourself to the here-and-now."

"The most important moment of all." You grin, your lips softly melting into Sandy's.

Sandy reciprocated with tender passion, his tongue exploring your mouth while you removed your clothing, feeling his hands cup your face with a loving gaze.

"Can I?"

He always asked despite never needing to. It made you giddy inside.

"Of course," You hummed, smile never leaving your face as your hands guided his lower, to your breast. "Take your time now. I want to remember this moment for eternity."

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AHAA HAII REALLY FIXATED ON LMK RN SOO

Sandy x gn!reader hc time :3

More under the cut!

This man? this silly himbo right here? The man loves cuddling. He will absolutely just hold you and cuddle you until you either wanna leave or you both fall asleep

If your having a meltdown, panic attack, or anything at all he will be with you immediately. He’ll give you some love, and reassure you that everything will be alright

He gets like- super clingy in the mornings so he’ll most likely hold onto you for awhile when you guys first wake up

If your in pain or sick, expect this man to take the best care of you- your not gonna be out of his sight all day-

He also uses petnames/nicknames a lot- like “honeybunchs”, “dear”, “little one”, “sweetheart” etc etc

Anyway that’s all I got- but sandy said he loves y’all :33

[crybaby-magic]

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[anifever]

Gang w/ a Sandy!Reader ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

The Outsiders x Fem!Reader

୨୧ : HC’s of the gang with a reader who’s like Sandy Olsson from Grease

A/N : This doesn’t mean specifically being Australian, blonde, white, blah blah- just her personality and stuff 😭 anyways I watch grease at least once a month

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Darry

୨ He thinks you’re precious

୨ Probably not the type of person he thought he’d end up with, but he doesn’t care

୨ On the contrary, could’ve been a high school sweetheart situation where he played football and you did cheer teehee

୨ Anyways, no matter when he first met you happened to be, he was mainly worried about how you’d handle the boys LMAO

୨ Tells the guys off whenever they tease you about something

୨ You kind of remind him of his mom which is comforting (not in a weird way, go away Sigmund Freud)

୨ That being said, you become somewhat of a mother figure over the group

୨ Ponyboy looks up to you a lot, Johnny loves how nice you are, and Soda thinks talking to you is refreshing

୨ Overall, he’s happy that you also bring them so much comfort

୨ Him wearing a light blue button-up shirt to match one of your lil’ pastel blue dresses 😋😋

୨ Fussing when they all come back from a rumble- you would’ve been extremely against the idea in the first place

୨ Getting sick when you see the blood all over him

୨ Him assuring you he’s fine but still freaking out, but you take a breather and try to help clean him up nonetheless

୨ You’re really good at helping him relax wether it’s massaging his shoulders or cracking a joke to try and lighten the mood

୨ He’s overall really protective over you

୨ If you ever asked to go watch a rumble, which would be unrealistic anyways, he’d immediately refuse and die on that hill

୨ He also really likes that you’re still able to stand your ground and speak your mind

୨ He ALSO likes that you have manners, it’s the bare minimum but it makes him love you more

Two-Bit

୨ Says the NASTIEST stuff to you just to see your reactions

୨ Has definitely pulled the thing he did with Marcia where he playfully offers her tobacco

୨ You were at a party either he or your friend dragged you along to or something and he offered to get you a beer but you said you didn’t drink

୨ He then offered you a cig and you hastily declined and he was just like “You’re real pure, ain’t ya baby?”

୨ Some clip of Elvis performing came on the TV once and you got all flustered/uncomfortable and he got giggly about it

୨ Anyways, his little sister thinks you’re an angel

୨ She’s always talking about your perfectly styled hair, painted nails, pretty outfits, etc

୨ He responds pretty coolly when she does it with a lil’ grin, but he’s so proud of himself on the inside

୨ Imagine having tea parties with her and him just watching from the doorway with a lovey dovey smile ARGGAHAHAGAG

୨ If someone dares to call you stuff like “wet blanket” or a “goody goody” he will be coming for them HARD

୨ The insults would be so creative

୨ He’s probably convinced you to drink just once and you threw up immediately after

୨ Never again.

Steve

୨ Absolutely thought you were a prude at first

୨ Even after he got to know you better, he still teased you about it

୨ One-sided enemies to lovers 😇😇

୨ You coming into the DX and him just mumbling under his breath while Soda rings you up

୨ Then proceeds to gossip about you after you leave; not without you giving them both a big smile and filling the tip jar first

୨ “Ain’t ever seen a girl that cheery. She apparently hasn’t even kissed anybody, y’know that? 🙄” and Soda’s just like “Man, who cares..”

୨ Soda slowly notices how much he talks about you and realizes what’s happening

୨ He brought it up and Steve was like “NUH-UH”

୨ Even with that, it was extremely obvious

୨ He constantly stares at you whenever you come into the store, he sees you at school, or just anywhere in general

୨ Anyways yada yada he finally asked you out after some subtle flirting that slowly became more obvious

୨ EVERYBODY is surprised

୨ An innocent, friendly soc with a greaser mechanic who does backflips off of cars; not a common pairing

୨ If you ever happened to swear ONCE, he’d have a field day

୨ A “damn,” “hell,” or “shit” slips out and it’s like someone died- he’ll never let it go

୨ He’s the type to tease you then get pissed when someone else joins in

୨ He’s “Only I’m allowed to do that” in the flesh

Dallas

୨ Caught off guard at first

୨ Deadass didn’t believe anyone could be as big of a goody-two-shoes as you are

୨ Fs teases you but you slowly grow on him- he sees the innocence as a challenge (not surprising)

୨ Found out you didn’t even have pierced ears and was like ?????

୨ Dare I say he’s a Kenickie variant

୨ Then again, the scene where Danny’s like “I don’t do parents” when Sandy asks him to come over is so him too

୨ Knocked on your window in the middle of the night and saw your nightgown and started chuckling about it, and you then proceeded to try and shut him up because you were horrified of your parents hearing him

୨ Going to Buck’s with him and either staying in his room or just sitting uncomfortably in a corner

୨ You might watch a pool game but all the smoke and alcohol would overwhelm you

୨ Unfortunately, he’s the type to pull the thing Danny did at the drive in, in which you’d ofc react the same way Sandy did

୨ You calling Buck’s car a “sin wagon” would be so accurate

୨ He tries to make it up to you by showing up to your front door (much to your parents dismay..) and giving you his Christopher again along with some flowers that he definitely didn’t pick from some rando’s garden

୨ I’m lying. He did.

୨ He also takes you on a real date afterwards, which is saying something

୨ Like Steve, he’s also the type of person to get mad when another person thinks they can make fun of you

୨ You’re so understanding and forgiving that he’s kinda confused a lot of the time LMAO

୨ Luckily for him, your good reputation probably gets him out of a lot of trouble

Soda

୨ Oh my god he’s so nice about it

୨ He’s head over heels

୨ Obviously he goofs off with the boys, but he’s overall the nicest/most open minded

୨ You two are so smiley all the time and it makes everyone SICK

୨ Gets a kick out of you not understanding sexual jokes or innuendos

୨ You guys look so good together it’s insane

୨ You’re so calming compared to the stress of being in between Darry and Pony’s arguments constantly

୨ He also loves how bubbly and kind you are to everyone because of it

୨ Going to drag races with him simply because he likes them and you like seeing him happy (the scene where Sandy watches Danny race reference⁉️)

୨ He is not the brightest in the head but you’re extremely patient with him

୨ He’s also extremely protective over you

୨ Like imagine you’re visiting him at the DX and some other soc’s come by and start teasing you to his face when you head inside for a second

୨ He proceeds to get one of the hoses off the pump and start spraying them with gas 😋🤍

୨ Before they can get out, he just keeps spraying them in the face or something which makes them drive away

୨ He just laughs to himself and puts the nozzle up as you come back outside and you’re like “???? Babe what happened?” when you see the trail of gas and all he replies with is “Nothing sweetheart!! 🤗”

୨ He knows Steve’s gonna complain about having to help clean up the mess later but it was worth it to him

Johnny

୨ Probably the most chill with it??

୨ He thinks it’s sweet

୨ Also thinks you’re somewhat of a breath of fresh air from the guys, along with soc’s in general too

୨ Definitely thought it was kinda odd you didn’t drink or smoke or anything, but thought it was nice to meet someone who didn’t for a change

୨ You guys take walks through town from time to time and it’s a huge contrast

୨ A denim-clad boy covered in a bunch scars with a preppy looking girl who radiates happiness

୨ You help him get a better outlook on life with how positive you are

୨ Loveslovesloves all the pastel clothes you wear

୨ When he met you for the first time he couldn’t believe how nice you were

୨ Watching a movie either at the drive-in or Curtis house and some form of nude scene coming on, you covering your eyes, and him just grinning at your reaction

୨ Doesn’t hesitate to talk back to Dallas if he says something bad about you

୨ You never try to force him out of his comfort zone or anything and he appreciates that

୨ He said something about “a weed” to Dal and you had no clue what they meant

୨ “Hey Dal, you got a weed?”

୨ “Huh?”

୨ “Uh, I asked if he had a weed.”

୨ “..A what? What’s that mean?”

୨ Dallas chimes in from the bg and is like “Yo.. Johnny, man, is she kiddin’?”

Pony

୨ The main problem he has with it is the fact you don’t smoke and don’t like it in general

୨ He def tries to cut down for you/at least not do it in front of you though

୨ Started when he lit a cigarette while you guys were walking together and you started coughing like a maniac while he was just like 🤨

୨ Since he’s the youngest out of them all, he isn’t super used to hanging out with girls so it doesn’t phase him

୨ He thinks it’s different than most people for sure, but he knows what it’s like to feel that way so he relates

୨ He admires how nice you are to everybody

୨ Especially to greasers

୨ You’re so soft-spoken that it makes him giggle and kick his feet sometimes

୨ You’re a good student so you probably help him with work a lot

୨ Steve probably said something mean about you once and he got all sassy and made a remark to him

୨ “Heard you’re dating some priss now, ‘s that right, Pone?” and he’s like “Why don’t you go stick you and your big nose in someone else’s business if it’s that important?”

୨ Safe to say Steve kept his thoughts on you to himself after that

୨ Another one who thinks the way you dress (and look in general) is gorgeous, he’s left gobsmacked every time he sees you

୨ He’s always admiring you and has probably drawn you at least once

୨ His sass sometimes comes out on you when you don’t know something, but it’s jokingly

[pitchsidestories]

All this time II Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1761

summary: They had always played side by side from their academy days right through to the Champions League semi-final, where their relationship is finally revealed. requested

author's note: Thank you for sending in the request, anon. We really hope you and all our lovely readers enjoy the fanfic. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You’d always remember that October, two years ago.

It wasn’t just your and Aggie’s debut for Chelsea’s first team, though that alone was unforgettable. For both of you, it meant more than that. It was the start of something you’d only dared to dream about when you were kids kicking a ball around after school.

As you stood waiting for the first leg against Barcelona in the Women’s Champions League, your mind drifted back to that moment. The memory steadied you, soothed your nerves like a hand on your shoulder.

“Ready.”, Aggie whispered into your ear, voice low, eyes bright, clearly just as thrilled as you were.

A shiver ran down your spine.

You’d both come off the bench that day, your coach had told you as much and now it was nearly time for the changes again.

You bit your lip, heart pounding, and nodded: “Ready, if you are.”

“Never been more ready.”, she replied earnestly.

Her arms wrapped around you in a quick, fierce hug before she jogged onto the pitch, subbing in for Sam Kerr. A few minutes later, you followed, slipping into the back line to gain experience, to hold your ground.

Brighton didn’t give you much to work with frustrating, in truth, but from a distance, you raised your hands in celebration the moment you saw her score. Your best friend. Your teammate. Your childhood shadow now lighting up the stadium for the club that had always meant everything to her.

Grinning, you sprinted toward her. She leapt into your arms, laughter in her breath, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Aggie, your goal was amazing.”, you told her, pride colouring your voice.

“Thanks.”, she beamed, face flushed as she hid it in the crook of your neck. The moment wrapped around the two of you like a secret. No lens could catch it. No replay could capture what it truly meant.

This was big. Bigger than a debut, bigger than a match. A shared dream, come to life.

You knew how rare that was. Most never got this far.

But you had, together.                               

After the game, you were both buzzing as you made your way home.

“What a day, huh?”, you said, a smile tugging at your lips.

Aggie shook her head in disbelief: “I still can’t believe it worked out like that.”

You laughed softly, feeling a lump in your throat: “Remember when we were just kids starting at the academy? Feels like a lifetime ago.”

She slipped her arm around your waist, grinning: “It does. And honestly, it only feels right that we made our debut together.”

“Yeah.”, you agreed, your voice quiet with emotion.

Her bright blue eyes met yours, full of pride: “I’m proud of you.”

You were never good at taking compliments so you just shrugged and grinned at her: “I only defended while you actually scored today.”

Aggie gave you a mock-disapproving look, even rolling her eyes playfully: “Oh come on. It’s literally my job.”

“I know.”, you said.

There was nothing more to say. She scored goals, you defended them. There was nothing but silence left, not awkward but comfortable as you both took in this milestone in your careers.

Then, out of nowhere, Aggie spoke up: “Be my girlfriend.”

It came out so quickly, you blinked at her for a few seconds before words even fully registered.

“Wait, what?”, you asked, almost laughing. This had to be a joke.

But her face was serious, waiting for an answer: “Come on, say yes.”

“You’re serious?”, you asked a bit breathless.

She gave one firm nod: “I am.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile: “It’s a yes from me.”

“Really?”

“Really.“, you nodded excitedly, wrapping your arms around her waist. You had imagined this moment too many times, but you would have never been courageous enough to ask her. Not if it put your friendship at risk. So, in this moment you couldn’t quite believe your luck.

Actually, your whole life had started to feel incredibly surreal to you. Everything went so quickly from your debut to this relationship and suddenly you found yourself in Barcelona, moments before you would play in the semi-final of the Women’s Champions League.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you slipped into your shirt. You glanced at Aggie watching you and winked: “Ready?”

Your girlfriend nodded back: “Yeah, you?”

“We can do it, girls.”, Niamh chimed in, looking determined and optimistic.

Millie grinned as she tugged at her captains Armband: “Yes, it’s only Barcelona.”

“And we have beaten them before.”, Erin added.

“Yeah, you got me on your team now.”, Lucy smirked at the two of you.

Grinning, you raised an eyebrow at the older defender, teasing her back: “Don’t get too distracted by your girlfriend, Bronzey.”

Lucy feigned offense: “Who do you take me for? I will beat her and then I will cheer her up.”

“Always the professional.”, Wieke said with a smile.

“You know me.”, Lucy replied.

The dressing room banter really helped to calm your nerves. It reminded you that you were all one big family and you immediately felt safe. The game, however, was something you wanted to forget as quickly as possible.

You were 4:1 down at the final whistle. You dropped to the ground, overwhelmed by frustration and disappointment and the question of what went wrong. Wishing that the pitch would just open up and swallow you whole, you just laid there, staring at the bright blue sky. Until a familiar face popped into view.

“Hey… good game.”, Aggie said, stretching out her hands to help you up.

She lifted you up, but you refused to look at her, hiding your face in her neck. There, the cameras couldn’t capture your emotional state, something that was usually written all over your face.

“You must be joking. We conceded four goals.”, you mumbled bitterly, your voice almost lost in her jersey.

It hurt the blonde to see you like this. Helplessly, she lifted your chin, leaving you no choice but to meet her pretty, sky-blue eyes.

“What do you want me to say?”, Aggie asked, her tone serious.

Quietly, you replied: “The truth.”

“We just weren’t good enough today.”, your girlfriend admitted. Frustration clouded her features. You both were ambitious in your positions, it was what had made you so good at such a young age. But it also made days like this nearly unbearable.

You nodded slowly: “Yeah. Right.”

“Come on, we’ve got another chance next week.”, she said, trying to lift your spirits.

A sad smile tugged at your lips: “We do.”

“It’ll be hard,” the forward added, her voice steadier than you expected, “but we can fix this.”

Her optimism was infectious.

“Back at home, we might have a chance.”

“With the fans? Definitely.”, Aggie hummed.

Hand in hand, the two of you walked towards the players’ tunnel. The light around you had turned golden with the late afternoon sun.

“Time to build ourselves back up.”, she murmured.

A warm clap landed on your backs.

“Come on.”, Millie said, falling in beside you.

“We’re coming.”, Aggie responded quickly, her fingers still wrapped around yours.

“Can’t wait to be home.”, you confessed to her. The beauty of the evening, the soft light, the quiet sky, only made the weight of your emotions feel heavier. A little distance from it all would do you, and the team, some good.

Even though home was the person walking beside you, the one who now gently squeezed your hand.

“Don’t worry.”, she said. “I’ll sit next to you the whole time until we’re back.”

That made the ache just a little more bearable.

You exhaled. “We could listen to music,” you suggested. Songs, not quite a cure, but a comfort. For heartbreaks, both romantic and football related.

“I like that.”, Aggie whispered. And while none of your teammates were looking, she pressed a small kiss to your cheek.

A day to forget and yet, in this quiet moment, you were incredibly grateful to call her your girlfriend.

Exactly one week later, you found yourself in the same position again. All the positive self-talk, all the planning and working on what could be improved was useless. You lost again. At home too.

This time, it was your captain who came over after the final whistle: “Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“You did good.”, she said gently, her hand resting on your left shoulder.

You stared at her, deadpan: “Mills, we lost 8:2 on aggregate.”

“Who cares about that now? We’re out anyway. But you didn’t have a bad game.”, she insisted.

You shook your head. Not bad was not enough, especially not against Barcelona.

“Where’s Aggie?”, you changed the subject, scanning the pitch for her familiar blond head.

Millie nodded toward the benches: “Over there with Lucy.”

You turned to look. Your girlfriend stood with Lucy, who was trying to comfort her. She gave her reassuring clap on the back.

“Aggie, come here. You gave it your all.”, Lucy said.

Aggie pulled away, frustrated: “No, it wasn’t enough. Y/n wanted to win.”

“Trust me, we all did. Next season we’ll go again. And we have another final to win.”, Lucy reminded her patiently.

“You’re right… but still.”

By the time you reached them, Aggie had calmed down a bit.

“Love.”, you said softly, placing your hand on her arm.

You only realised what you’d called her when Millie, Lucy and Naomi turned around in unison. “Love?!”, they echoed.

Aggie eyes widened: “Oh no…”

“Shit.”, you cursed under your breath.

Millie raised her eyebrows, a small smirk on her lips: “We want the full story now.”

“Yes, please!”, Sandy chimed in, clearly grateful for the distraction.

“It’s a long story.”, Aggie said.

Niamh narrowed her eyes: “Does that mean you have been a thing the whole time?”

“Well, since we started playing for the Chelsea senior team.”, Aggie admitted.

“And we were friends before that.”, you added.

Aggie nodded: “Exactly.”

You were tired of having this conversation right now so you turned to Aggie and said: “Long story short…”

Then you kissed her, right in front of everyone. If it was going to be public, you might as well do it right.

Lucy grimaced: “Ugh, disgusting!”

“Shut up, Lucy!”, you and Aggie shot back simultaneously, then burst out laughing.

Yes, maybe these have been the worst games of your career so far.

But there was no one else that you would rather share them with.

You'd been through ups and downs before but you always had each other. There were better games still to come.

[strange-little-spy]

The Sun

The Moon

And The Stars

[phosphns]

some smutty ryan atwood perhaps?? i think it’s his time to shine <3

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ryan hates parties

warns. established relationship. no use of y/n. semi-public sex. filth. softdom!ryan. protected sex. explicit language & detailed sexual scenes. porn with plot. praise kink. worshipping. ryan left marissa. possibly spoilers?

that ryan hated parties, wasn’t neither new nor a secret.

he’d never been really exuberant or gleeful about celebrations, but since he started living with the cohens, he had to attend all of them religiously. after all, it was newport he moved to, events with bunch of people they didn’t even know was like holy to them.

it was the third that week, three days in a row of smiles, social interactions — much to his dislike — and trying to ignore the bad looks that the gossipy bitches of orange county would give him.

luckily for him, you were there, and you didn’t miss one of them. when he was with you, everything seemed to disappear. he didn’t have to mind marissa and her problems, he didn’t have to stop — or start — another fight. you were in the middle of his mind, and you weren’t planning of leaving it.

he was talking to one of kirsten’s clients, the fifth that night, who was fervently asking ryan a million questions and informations about chino’s buildings and districts. the blonde answered without too much enthusiasm — as usual.

“so, tell me. how do you feel about the balance between residential, commercial, and green spaces in the city?” the man asked, observing ryan carefully.

ryan scratched the back of his neck, sick of that conversation already, and he muttered a short response, “i- uh… i think it’s ok?” he offered. he looked up to the man and crossed his eyes with mine, sending you an help request.

you chuckled from across the place, shaking your head while walking over him. your red velvet dress swings over your hips, hugging your figure and curves in a way that had ryan drool.

“i’m sorry mr. thompson, can i steal ryan from you for a sec?” you asked politely, smiling at the man as you rubbed your hand on ryan’s shoulder seductively. ryan placed his large hand on your waist, caressing it just as much sensually, giving you hidden signals.

the man gave you a quick nod and disappeared the next moment among the crowd of people, leaving you and ryan alone. you turned to him, wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him close to you, although you weren’t doing more than that knowing that he wasn’t a fan of pda.

“thank you,” he spoke, brushing his lips on your ear to assure you could hear him, “i hate parties,” he announced.

you rolled your eyes playfully, used to his antisocial attitude whenever it came to people… to people, period. chuckling, you respond, “i know. i think you say that at least five times a day.”

his grip on your hips tightened, smirking sarcastically. “not my fault if there are at least five things i’d prefer do instead of being here,” he replied back.

“uh, yeah? like what?” you teased, tilting your head slightly as a playful smirk tugged at your lips. your voice carried a hint of challenge, eyes glinting with curiosity as you watched him.

his eyes darkened, thinking about what to say even if he had a clear imagine in his mind of what he wanted to do. “let me show you,” he said in a low tone, but it was unmistakable. his words were soft yet deliberate, the intensity behind them making your heart skip just a little.

after nodding eagerly, you took the hand he was offering you and let him lead you to his pool house, which was right in the middle of the cohen’s backyard, where the party was taking place.

he made you sit down on the edge of his large bed, while he made sure that the curtains were closed and his door locked. he then turned, making his way to you. he hovered over you, his hands hooking his shirt to take it off before slipping them under yours to do the same.

you laid down on the fresh sheets, while he lowered himself on you to place wet kisses all over your jaw and neck, knowing damn well your weak spots that made you shiver.

ryan was gentle, soft with his movements as he was afraid that you could slip away from him if he made the wrong move, but that didn’t stop him to be on top. you felt his weight on your body, the heat of his body wrapped you, making you feel safe under him.

you grabbed his neck with your hand, pulling his head up to kiss him passionately, your lips hugging each other. you felt him smile into the kiss, his hands traveling to your back to unclasp your lacy-white bra that had him going feral.

you both knew it was risky, having sex in the middle of a party, around something like eighty people, some of whom were your close friends and family, wasn’t the best. but these thoughts left your mind as soon as you felt ryan’s tongue brushing over your bare chest, making your back arch.

his hot breath contributes to your arousal, making you wetter by seconds. every move his fingers'd make, you would feel it in your core, making it throb. he knew what he was doing.

"ryan- people're just outside… they could hear us…" you managed to mumble, not stopping him though. it felt too good.

your right, trembling in anticipation, hand rested on the back of his head, stroking gently his hair, while your other hand was gripping on the blanket, knuckles turning white from the harsh grab.

"you need to be quiet, then, yeah?"

you felt him going lower on your body, leaving kisses and love bites all over your figure, worshipping you. he grazed your belly button with his nose when his fingers made their way in your panties, teasing you before pulling them down. he looked at you all the time during his act, his eyes never leaving yours, which affected you even more then his touches.

when he finally slided two fingers into your aching cunt, you couldn't help but shut your eyes close, wet sounds filling you ears as he pumped his fingers inside you, stretching you out for his dick, which you felt growing against your thigh.

"god, ryan. i'm going to-" you tried to say, but just before you were about to cum, moaning softly into his ears, he removed them, running the wet fingers around and through your slippery folds, now completely exposed to his view, to gather your wetness. you sighed, annoyed and extremely sexually frustrated, when you heard his zip being pulled down along with his jeans and boxers. his long and thick member sprung out, hitting his stomach. he was leaking, and his tip was red from arousal. you could tell he had struggled to withstand the temptations of fucking you the moment you entered the room.

he turned to the nightstand, opening a drawer to pull out a condom. he ripped the envelope with his teeth while pumping his length with the free hand a few times, rubbing it through your folds once again. he wore the condom, and without warning he entered in you, cutting down your breath. "fuck -- ryan," you stuttered out with difficulty.

he stilled for a moment, giving you the time to adjust to his size -- which, truth to be told, wasn't little. when you nodded, biting your lower lip to keep back a loud moan, he started moving, thrusting in and out of you with ease due the wetness. you let out a sequence of low-toned moans and whimpers, together with ryan, who was enjoying it just as much as you.

"so good, babe -- shit -- you're so thight," he praised you.

his hands were firm on your hips, keeping you still as he fucked you with force, drops of sweat on his forehead and his parted lips showed you how much he desired this.

it wasn't long before you started feeling that knot building up in your stomach, indicating that you were close to reach your climax. "i'm about to -- ryan i'm --" you were cut off by you cumming all over his dick, that wasn't planning on stop drilling into you. "yeah, cum for me" he whispered, feeling his climax coming as well.

the stimulation of your tight walls and your pulsating heat was more than enough for him to cum. spurts of white cum filled the condom, him collapsing down onto your weak body.

you both tried to catch your breaths. "god, i hope sandy won't kick me out for good this time".

yaps. i couldn’t think of a pet name that ryan uses — i lowkey think he finds them all cringe ☹️☹️ anyway, he would take care of you so well… hope you liked! also, im after writing another seth smut — stay tuned!

tags 💌 @ultrviolenxe .

wc. 1,4k

[meazalykov]

venom

catarina macario x f!reader

warnings: racial and sexual harassment targeted at reader during the london derby. angst. implied woc reader

the hallowed grass of stamford is where you step onto. the air is thick with the match of chelsea versus arsenal. the crowd’s screams crashes over you like a tidal wave, a sea of blue and red scarves rippling in the stands.

you’re the name on everyone’s lips after last week’s demolition of liverpool, where you buried a hattrick in an intense 3-2 match and danced your way into the headlines. tonight, they expect you to be the supernova, the uncontainable force to lead chelsea to glory in this rivalry clash. 

your girlfriend, catarina, lines up beside you, her dark hair with those beautiful blond highlights are pulled tight in a ponytail, her eyes sharp with focus. you exchange a quick glance after the starting eleven pictures are taken… its professional, steady. 

the whistle blows, and the first half ignites.

it’s perfection. the ball feels like an extension of you, bending to your will as you carve through arsenal’s defense. erin, your connector, threads a pinpoint pass to your feet, and you’re off, weaving between red shirts like they’re standing still. 

the crowd chants your name…“y/n! y/n!”...and you feed off it, your boots kissing the grass with every stride. sandy drifts wide, pulling defenders with her, and you exploit the gap, firing a shot that rattles the crossbar. 

the chelsea fans erupt, a wall of sound that lifts you higher. 

“keep the assists going, y/n!” keira shouts as she jogs back, clapping her hands as she points to you. 

sonia, your coach, watches from the sidelines, arms crossed, nodding approvingly as you dominate. the first half ends 1-0, your assist setting up sandy for the opener. you jog off for the break, sweat beading on your forehead, feeling invincible.

the second half kicks off, and for a while, it’s more of the same. the ball is glued to your foot, arsenal players lunging and missing. 

suddenly, a voice slices through the noise… it is grating, venomous, distinct in a way that makes your skin prickle. it’s coming from the arsenal end, a man’s voice, loud and deliberate. 

“oi, y/n!” he bellows, his tone dripping with malice. 

you try to shake it off, focusing on the play since it is just a random person, but he keeps going. 

“you don’t belong here, go back to france you coon!” the words hit like a punch, sharp and ugly, rooting you to the spot for a heartbeat. 

most of the time, you hear the banter towards you. however, the slur from that white man got to you. your breath catches, your selective hearing zeroing in on him despite the thousands of other voices. 

you glance toward the stands…a man, no older than thirty, his face flushed with beer and hate, leaning over the railing. 

“smile for me, sweetheart,” he yells, his voice slurring into something darker. 

“bet you’d look better on your knees!”

your stomach lurches, bile rising in your throat. the pitch tilts beneath you, the edges of your vision blurring. he’s close, standing in the front row by the goal, he is too close!!!! maybe twenty yards away, separated only by a thin barrier and a handful of stewards who don’t seem to hear him yet. 

your hands tremble, your chest tightens, and a cold sweat breaks out across your skin. you’ve seen this before… players like taylor at liverpool, vinicius back in spain… shit! even your friend and teammate lauren weathers racist storms…but it’s never been you. not until now. 

the fear is visceral, a creeping dread that he could be anyone, that he could follow you off this pitch, that he’s not alone in his hatred. you feel exposed, a target painted on your back, your skin color skin suddenly a beacon for his venom.

lucy’s voice snaps you back. 

“y/n!” she shouts, and the ball rockets toward you. you catch it on instinct, your body moving before your mind catches up. he’s still yelling…“go back where you came from!”...but you run, legs pumping, tearing down the right wing. away from him, away from that voice. 

your heart slams against your ribs, your breathing ragged, but you push forward, the goalpost looming ahead. you shoot, a desperate, angry strike, and the ball screams into the net, top corner, unstoppable. 

the chelsea fans explode, a deafening roar, but it’s hollow for you. no tricks, no celly, no cartwheel at the corner flag like usual. you stand there, hands on your knees, staring at the grass, the world spinning. 

you want to throw up. he’s still there, his voice a faint echo now. its too much.

your teammates swarm you, their arms around you, their voices a jumble. 

“what the fuck, y/n? what a goal!” ashley cheers, slapping your back. lucy pulls you into a hug, grinning. 

“you love to give me assists don’t you!”

however, your teammates feel the stiffness in your shoulders, the way your eyes dart toward the stands. 

“you good?” lucy asks, quieter now, her brow furrowing. you nod, but it’s a lie, and they know it. sonia’s watching from the touchline, her sharp gaze catching yours. she signals to the bench, and within minutes, she’s subbing you off. 

“maelys is in for you!” she calls to you, then turns to you as you trudge over. 

“sit down. take a breather.” her voice is firm but kind, and you collapse onto the bench, the weight of it all crashing down. six minutes left on the clock, but you’re done. 

a tear slips free, hot against your cheek, and you swipe it away, staring blankly at the pitch.

mia slides in beside you, her shoulder brushing yours. 

“y/n, talk to me. you okay?” her voice is soft, urgent. you shake your head, the words stuck in your throat. 

“no,” you finally choke out, “there’s a guy…arsenal end. he… he said shit. racist shit. he keeps calling me slurs then said something sexual. i don’t know, mia, i feel fucking sick right now.” your voice cracks, and her eyes widen, then narrow with fury. 

“what the fuck?” she hisses. 

“where is he?” you point vaguely, your hand shaking, “over there, red shirt with a group of guys. he is thirty maybe.” she nods, jaw tight, and flags sonia over. 

“coach, sorry to distract you from the game but we’ve got a problem,” mia says, keeping her voice low. you repeat it to sonia, every word tasting like poison….the racism, the leering threat. sonia’s face hardens, “we’re reporting this. stewards, security, the lot. chelsea doesn’t tolerate that shit,” she says, her tone steely, “you did good out there, y/n. let us handle it now.”

it’s meant to help, but it doesn’t. your stomach twists, your skin crawling with the memory of his voice. you should be stronger, shake it off, but you can’t. the final whistle blows…2-1, chelsea wins against arsenal and the crowd roars, but you’re already up, bolting for the tunnel. 

the locker room is a sanctuary, the noise muffled as you stumble inside, collapsing onto a bench. you bury your face in your hands, trying to breathe, but it’s shallow, panicked. footsteps echo, and you look up to see catarina, her face etched with worry. mia must’ve told her. 

“y/n,” she says, dropping to her knees in front of you, “mia said….what happened? talk to me, please.”

you shake your head, trying to shove it down, to lock it away. 

“it’s nothing,” you mutter, but your voice wavers, betraying you. she grabs your hands, her grip firm. 

“it’s not nothing. look at you—you’re shaking. tell me.” the dam breaks, and it pours out. 

“this guy in the stands… he kept calling me slurs, cat. he s-s-said i don’t belong. then he said i’d look better on my knees, smiling for him. it was so loud, so close. i was scared, i—” your voice cracks, and you gag, the nausea surging. 

catarina’s eyes darken, her jaw clenching so hard you can see the muscle twitch. 

“and you didn’t tell me at that time?” she spits, “that stewardess better find him before i do my fucking self.”

“i just wanted to play,” you whisper, tears spilling now, “i scored, and i couldn’t even feel it. i’ve seen this happen to players like lauren, and i’ve defended her each time but me? i didn’t think…” she pulls you into her arms, her embrace fierce, protective. 

“you’re safe now,” she says, her voice softening but resolute. 

“he’s not getting near you. the club’s on it…sonia’s already escalating it. chelsea’s got your back, okay? i’ve got your back.” you cling to her, your face pressed into her shoulder, her warmth grounding you as your breathing steadies. 

“i hate men,” you mumble, half-sobbing, half-laughing. she chuckles, a low, bittersweet sound, her arms tightening around you. 

“yeah, i can’t argue with that right now,” she says, pressing a kiss to your temple, “but you’re stronger than him, y/n. you hear me? he’s nothing.” 

the next morning, chelsea’s official response hits the airwaves. you’re curled up on the couch in your flat, a mug of tea cooling in your hands, when the statement pings on your phone. 

catarina’s beside you, scrolling through her own feed, and she nudges you gently. 

“they’ve sent it to the group before they put it out,” she says, nodding at your screen. you open it, the words stark and formal against the bright white background: 

“chelsea football club is aware of the unacceptable harassment directed at our player, y/n l/n, during last night’s women’s super league match against arsenal at kingsmeadow. we condemn all forms of discrimination and abuse in the strongest terms. the safety and wellbeing of our players is our utmost priority, and we are working closely with the relevant authorities and stadium security to identify and take appropriate action against the individual responsible. such behavior has no place in football or society, and we stand united in ensuring that our club remains a welcoming and inclusive environment for all.”

it is the standard script with condemnation, action, unity. it gives you relief, maybe, but it’s tangled with the lingering sickness of that man’s voice.

the days that follow are a slog. you’re not used to this violation. you’ve heard the stories, seen the headlines about other players but it’s always been distant, something you could sympathize with but never truly feel. 

now it’s yours, and it’s heavy. you wake up the next day with a pit in your stomach, his words replaying like a broken record. you try to push it down, to focus on training, but your legs feel leaden, your focus fractured. 

“you okay, y/n?” naomi asks during a passing drill, her brow creasing as you fumble a simple touch. 

“yeah, just… tired,” you lie, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. she doesn’t push, but you can tell she’s not convinced.

at home, you’re quieter than usual. catarina notices, she always does. 

“you know that you don’t have to pretend with me,” she says that night, sitting across from you at the kitchen table, her hand reaching for yours. 

“i’m fine,” you mutter, staring at your untouched plate of pasta. 

“just need time.” time feels slow, sticky, like wading through mud. you skip social media, knowing the comments will be a minefield…some supportive, some from arsenal fans being vicious…and the thought of seeing his words echoed by faceless trolls makes your skin crawl. 

you shower longer than necessary, as if you can scrub the memory of his voice off you, but it clings like damp rot. sleep is fitful, your dreams jagged with flashes of the stands, his angry face leering through the crowd.

it takes two days…two long, heavy days before the fog starts to lift. you’re at cobham, lacing up your boots, when catarina jogs over, a small, triumphant smile tugging at her lips. 

“got news,” she says, dropping onto the bench beside you. you look up, wary but curious. “what?” she leans in, her voice low and steady. 

“they found him. banned him. lifetime ban from any chelsea and arsenal matches…home, away, women’s, men’s, the lot. he’s done.” your breath catches, a knot you didn’t realize was there loosening in your chest. 

“really?” you whisper, needing to hear it again. 

“really,” she confirms, her hand squeezing your knee, “security matched him to cctv, got his ticket details. he’s not stepping foot near us again.”

relief floods you, sharp and sweet, washing away the grime of the past forty-eight hours. you turn to her, throwing your arms around her neck, and she catches you, pulling you close. 

“oh my god,” you breathe into her shoulder, your voice trembling with the weight of it lifting. 

“it’s over.” she hugs you tighter, her chin resting atop your head. 

“told you we’d handle it,” she murmurs, “you’re safe, y/n. well, you always were with me but he’s gone.” you pull back just enough to look at her, her brown eyes steady and warm, and you feel the last tendrils of fear unravel. 

“i was so disgusted cat,” you admit, quieter now. 

“i know,” she says, brushing a thumb across your cheek, “but he’s nothing now. just a coward who’s out of our lives.”

[theladyheroine]

ROTG OC Ideas! 💡❄️

❥ Hello everyone! 👋🏽 I know I already posted the other day but I came up with this quick one for fun lol, enjoy!

New Year’s Eve/Day - Global

Lady Justice - Global

The Bluebird of Happiness - Global

Diwali - India

Holi - India

Lunar New Year - China

Mid-Autumn Festival - China

The Monkey King - China

Jade Rabbit - China

La Calavera Catrina - Mexico

The White Knight - England

The Rose Queen - Britain

Lady of the Lake - Britain

Old Man Winter - Greece

Nymphs - Greece (Universal)

The Mermaid King - Denmark (Universal)

The Snow Queen - Denmark

La Befana - Italy

The Brave Little Tailor - Germany

Lady Columbia - America

The Coyote - America (Native American)

The Rainbow Crow - America (Native American | Lenape)

The Golden Mermaid - Thailand

Momotaro - Japan

Moon Rabbit - Japan

[mi-co-uk]

GREASE x STURNIOLO AU ──★

ˢᵗᵃʳʳⁱⁿᵍ...

MATTHEW STURNIOLO / DANNY ZUKO

ᵖᵃⁱʳᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ...

READER / SANDY OLSSON

ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ʰᵃˢ NO FACECLAIM ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁱˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵖᵘʳᵖᵒˢᵉˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ

ᵃˡˢᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳʳⁱⁿᵍ...

CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO / KENICKIE MURDOCH

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READER / BETTY RIZZO

ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ʰᵃˢ NO FACECLAIM ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ⁱˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᵉˢᵗʰᵉᵗⁱᶜ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵖᵘʳᵖᵒˢᵉˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ

NAVIGATION || AU MASTERLIST

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[sincerely-astra]

☁️Stardew Valley: love language headcanons☁️

(P.S. This is just the bachelors and bachelorettes, but I decided to add Sandy for fun. ^^)

Harvey-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Haley-

Giving: Words of affirmation

Receiving: Receiving gifts

Alex-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Abigal-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Elliot-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Acts of service

Emily-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Quality time

Penny-

Giving: Gift giving

Receiving: Acts of service

Maru-

Giving: Acts of service

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sam-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Words of affirmation

Sebastian-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Physical touch

Shane-

Giving: Quality time

Receiving: Quality time

Leah-

Giving: Giving gifts

Receiving: Quality time

Sandy-

Giving: Physical touch

Receiving: Receiving gifts

[jttw-monkeybusiness]

Wukong can't catch a break sometimes, can he?

[quixotical-lymbo]

LMK MASTERLIST

Dating the King - gn!reader - HC's

Have Faith, Monkey Boy! - fem!reader - Short Fic

Second Fiddle - gn!reader - Short Fic

Smile, Shutterbug! - fem!reader - HC's

Bothersome Bath - afab!monkey!reader - Short Fic

Mild Mishaps - gn!reader - HC's

Hot Head Headache - gn!reader - Short Fic

Uh Oh - fem!chubby!reader - Short Fic

Dating the Noodle Boy - gn!reader - HC's

Smile, Shutterbug! - fem!reader - HC's

Out of Time - fem!reader - Short Fic

Dating the Party Clone - fem!reader - HC's/Drabble

Sweat and Tears - gn!reader - Short Fic

Days on a Wire - male!teen!reader - Short Fic

Fluffy Shadows - transmasc!chubby!reader - HC's

Smile, Shutterbug! - fem!reader - HC's

Mild Mishaps - gn!reader - HC's

Daredevil Darling - gn!reader - Short Fic

Dance Monkey - fem!dancer!reader - HC's/Drabble

Monkey in the Middle - afab!reader - Short Fic

Terror-peutic Talks - gn!reader - Short Fic

Yoga, Peace, and Tranquili-TEA - gn!chubby!reader - Short Fic

Sparks Fly - gn!reader - Short Fic

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