#this is currently my home and lockscreen

[manbeaft]

[3minutehug]

i'm all the bad guys 🖕😈✌️👅

[starpens]

୨୧ㅤִㅤׄ COUGH SYRUP ― GOJO SATORU.

satoru is a bit of an idiot who will do anything to get you to speak to him after an argument.

𓈒 ݁ ₊ content ﾉ fem reader, clingy satoru, established relationship, mild argument, fluff, not proofread, randomly started missing my boy :( <3

satoru can’t function when you’re upset with him. 

he knows he should be an adult about it — he is an adult, after all. he should give you space, let you simmer down. most people do not do things such as send one hundred and fifty text messages (he counted each of ‘em; you left him on read one hundred and fifty two times. who does that?) to your phone while you’re in the middle of grocery shopping and they most definitely do not take a sick day because their significant other is mad at them. 

 but then again, satoru isn’t like most people. 

which is why he’s currently sprawled out on the sofa in the middle of the day, wrapped in your favorite throw blanket — one that still smells faintly of your perfume. tissues litter the coffee table and floor around him, an unconvincing movie set of misery. call him manipulative, but it’s the only thing he’s got left in the tank since, for the last seventy-two hours, you haven’t spoken more than five words in a sentence to him. 

you’re his main source of enrichment, his brain stimulated by your sweet kisses and good loving so when you take that away, you’re stripping away his heart and soul. he’s got nothing left. he might as well die.  

in satoru’s brain, he figures that surely, if he’s coughing up a lung, you’ll feel bad for him and start talking to him again. in sickness and in health, right? 

by the time you walk through the front door after making a quick run to the supermarket for groceries, he’s in full performance mode, clutching his stomach with a groan. 

the sound is so realistic that you feel a sudden stab of worry, wondering if he’s injured. rushing into the living room, you find all six foot three of your boyfriend balled up on the sofa, looking like walking death. 

or trying to, anyway. 

“satoru?” you ask, eyebrows arching as you set your grocery bags down on the floor, taking out your phone and glancing at the time on the lockscreen. “why are you home? it’s eleven am.” 

“baby,” he groans pitfully, looking up at you. his glacier blue eyes are red rimmed and shimmering suspiciously — like he squeezed them shut repeatedly until he got the desired effect. satoru sniffles for good measure, huddling into the blanket. “i’m sick,” he announces, his lower lip wobbling, dragging out the last syllable like it physically hurts him to say it. 

“sick? you seemed fine when i left this morning,” you say, taking a step forward. you reach out a hand, pushing back his wintery locks to check for a fever. his skin feels normal, cool to touch even. your eyes narrow. you’re dubious — satoru never gets sick, yet it is his favorite act whenever he’s in the doghouse and wants attention. that, and he’s a terrible actor. you purse your lips, irritated. this is what he does instead of just apologizing? 

“i wasn’t fine emotionally,” satoru whines back. “i’m heartbroken here. it’s debilitating my health rapidly.” 

your expression doesn’t budge and satoru’s pout deepens when he realizes you’re not buying it. he clutches the blanket tighter around his big body, exaggerating a shiver for good measure. “you’re my life force, angel. my happiness. my —”

“stop it,” you interrupt and hold up a hand, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. you’re mad at him — you are. “but let me get this straight. you called out of work because i wasn’t talking to you?” 

“it was a medical emergency. do you have any idea what it’s like to go hours without hearing you voice?! without seeing you smile at me? you wouldn’t even let me use your body wash last night so we could share the same scent. i barely survived the night. any longer and i’d be a goner,” he sighs dramatically, then remembers he’s supposed to be on his last leg and hacks, phlegm rattling in his throat. 

“you’re obsessed,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to hold firm. but your damned heart has selective memory and it is making an appearance again, rapidly forgetting why you’re still mad at him. oh, you had a right to be upset over what he did, but it seems insignificant now when he’s in front of you, groveling like a servant at a throne. 

“angel, come on,” he presses, sitting up on the sofa and reaching for your hand, hurt flashing bright across his eyes when you step out of range. if you let him pull you down on that sofa with him, he’ll sweet talk his way into you forgiving him without consequences. he’ll do that anyway, but you won’t make it easy for him. “i’ll do anything to make it right.” 

“don’t angel me. you can’t just manipulate me into forgiving you with your big pretty eyes,” you wag your finger at him. “i bet you don’t even know what you did.” 

“i know, but it’s working, ain’t it?” he grins, shamelessly dropping the congested tone in his voice. “and i know what i did,” he scoffs. “you’re mad at me about that thing.” 

yes, that thing.

two nights ago, your body pillow — your very expensive, weighted body pillow which happened to have a giant render of your boyfriend on it, went missing. you’d commissioned it to have something to cuddle with on those nights when satoru is away on business and you miss him in your shared bed an unhealthy amount. you’d become a little too attached to it, though, while satoru wanted nothing more than to burn it. 

“he has a name,” you hiss, swatting satoru’s knee as you struggle not to laugh. “don’t call mr. comf-toru-ble a thing! he’s sensitive.” 

“see?” satoru says, scrubbing a hand over his handsome face before gesturing around wildly. “you even named it.” 

you give him a sharp look. “he cost me an entire paycheck— an entire paycheck that three days ago, you gave to the garbage collectors because i was cuddling him instead of you!” 

“i was feeling neglected!” he defends, voice pitching higher in his affront, placing a hand on his chest. “you spent the whole night with it. meanwhile, i— your husband— was right there, cold and alone. i can’t let me steal my wife.”

“we’re not married, satoru,” you remind him, then pout. “unlike my husband, the pillow doesn’t hog the covers, snore, or throw out things that i really like.” 

“it’s not hogging the covers, it’s redistribution of them for my comfort,” he grins playfully, but upon seeing your serious expression, he concedes, sobering up. in truth, he knows he messed up and went too far. it was childish to throw out something that you bought because of his frequent bouts of absence. maybe if he was around more, you wouldn’t need to cuddle with body pillows that look like him. “look, baby. i’m sorry. it was a moment of weakness. it’s not everyday i gotta be in competition with myself, but i’ll make it up to you! i even ordered you another one.” 

“a moment of jealousy, you mean,” you counter, but there’s no real bite behind your tone now.

“hey, you gotta see it from my perspective though. it’s kind of crazy seeing you cuddle with a pillow that looks like me when the real thing is right here,” satoru gestures down the long line of his body, though it looks more comical than inviting when he’s wrapped like a overstuffed burrito in your throw blanket.

“mm,” you nod, “well, maybe if the ‘real thing’ is a good boy, i’ll cuddle him more often.” 

“deal,” he answers immediately and when his muscular arms shoot out from behind the blanket and reach for you this time, you let him. his arms circle around your waist, pulling you into his lap. it was just a few days of silent treatment, but satoru wastes no time tucking his face against the dip of your neck, breathing in your sweet scent like you’re something precious and rare he lost ages ago and is just discovering again after eons. 

he’s squishing you, he knows it, but god he hates it when you’re mad at him — and you, in return, hate being at odds with him too. you both make too much sense to each other to be apart, and there’s upset in the balance of the world when the two of you are in an argument. 

“worst seventy-two hours of my life,” satoru blows out a breath of relief, the air tickling the hair at the nape of your neck, drawing a shiver down your spine. “never do that to me again, angel. you hear?” 

“don’t throw out my customized satoru merch again and i won’t, baby,” you coo, smiling. 

“you’ll still choose me over the other guy though, right?” 

“we’ll see, ‘toru, we’ll see,” you answer playfully, yelping when he darts in to nip at your ear in retaliation.

getting comfortable in satoru’s lap, you lean in to put the both of you out of your miseries and forgive him with a kiss when you get a whiff of menthol and childhood memories wafting from his chest.

 “are you wearing vaporub?”

[aestherin]

KEEP MY HEART

goal 36: can i call?

NOTE: classes start tomorrow 😔💔

Your eyes drifted away from the movie both of you were watching when you felt your boyfriend shift.

"Kuni?"

"Oh sorry." He looked back upon hearing your voice. You just noticed that he was about to get something from his black bag. "Did I bother you?"

You shook your head profusely. "No, not at all! I was just wondering what you were—" You focused your eyes on his hands that were hidden inside the bag. "— up to?"

Scaramouche did not spare a single moment. As he took something out, your ears were enveloped by the sound of plastic material ruffling against each other.

He handed you what seemed like a folded piece of dark blue clothing packed inside a plastic sleeve.

"Is this for me?"

"Idiot. Why else would I give it to you?"

"I just didn't want to assume, okay?!"

"Can I open it now?"

He gave a nod of approval.

More ruffling of plastic can be heard as you started to take the clothing out. It was dri-fit, made from microfiber polyester — the common material used to make jerseys for the athletes that you know. Even your brother has jerseys like these.

Wait, a jersey?

"Oh my god, Kuni!"

Satisfied with your reaction, Scaramouche smirked. "That's not just a merch, too. It's one of my own official jerseys."

"What the heck?!" You yelped. You held the jersey up and turned it around. It indeed displayed his surname and player number at the back. You gripped the clothing even more tightly. "Are you sure I can have this?"

"Of course. My mom said so too."

"Really?"

"Mhm, she really likes you."

"Woah."

"Not more than I like you, though," he grinned.

You coughed and smacked his arm lightly. "Shut up."

"Okay okay, calm down." He raised both his hands up. "Ah. Also, she gave me tickets for you."

Your brows furrowed. "Tickets?"

"The soccer finals for this season. We're against your school, remember?"

"Huh?! That's coming up so soon, what?! Hold on?!"

"Yeah, stupid." He flicked your forehead lightly before comfortably leaning against the backrest, both his arms supporting his head.

Not gonna lie, he looked so attractive sitting like that.

Wait, no.

The finals is that soon?

Oh, God.

You told your brother you'd introduce your boyfriend to him after the game!

How many weeks from now is that? Wait, is it even a week or just days —

"So..." Your boyfriend's voice pulled you out from your spacing out session. "Who are you cheering for?" He smirked.

"Uh... can't I do for both? Hehe."

Scaramouche quickly took a look at his lockscreen. The huge white text at the top currently displayed '21:54'. Your brother hasn't arrived home yet.

"Kuni, it's getting late. Aren't you going to head home?" You asked him as you busied yourself with playing with Vivi on the rug.

Yeah, it's getting late and your brother still isn't home. How is he supposed to leave when you're going to be left home alone?

"What time is your brother supposed to get home?" He asked you.

"Venti and Xiao are drinking out with my brother. And, given Venti's alcohol tolerance, they might end late," you chuckled.

He sighed in return.

You gasped.

"Hold on, are you still not heading home because you're worried about me?"

Your boyfriend huffed and looked away. "Who told you that?"

"My instincts," you smiled. "Don't worry, okay? I'll be fine. Both me and my brother are used to being alone all the time since we also sometimes sleep at our friends' houses."

"You should start heading home now while it's not that late yet. Your mother might also be worried now."

"Are you sure you'll be fine?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Okay. I'll text you when I get home."

KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau

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[haobubbles]

Riize when you argue and they have to go on tour

genre: fluff, crack n kinda angst?

tw: no foolproof read!!, cursing

roxy yapps: i publicily apologise for taking so long to post smth😭 with my exam's week and now christmas (having family over ALL THE TIME) i haven't had time but well, here it is!! enjoy and if u can leave some ideas for req!!

── . ★ shotaro

after the attitude of fans at the airport and the fight he had had with you, this boy was quite a mess and was in very low spirit.

known as probably the most energetic boy on this earth, that day he would catch their fans by surprise when, even if his performance was astounding, he sounded more tired than usual and he clearly had his mind somewhere else. when he closed the door of his room in the hotel, after the concert, he made sure to send an apologise to briizes on weverse. without a second thought (after cheking the time of your country ofc) he called you.

"if you just need to, pretend we're fine until i come back home. i can't perform knowing i've fucked up and haven't made things right"

── . ★ eunseok

after having a fight with you, eunseok sent you a message about his departure for the tour, and as he didn't receive any message back, he second guessed that you needed your space, which he decided to give. he was sure you'd reach out when you felt better but the wait was slowly killing him.

on stage, he wouldn't seem as if he just had a fight with his significant other, although he kept on thinking about his electronic device, and if it had buzzed with a message of yours. he definetely acted flirty with the camera, sending flying kisses or winks in hopes you were watching it at home and you knew they were for you.

seeing your messages on his lockscreen made his face lit up instantly, which even if he knew he would be made fun of later, he couldn't care less.

eunseok: did you see me on stage? all those flying kisses and winks were for you

── . ★ sungchan

would definetely be pouty and with big ass moodswings.

on stage, he would be the sungchan everyone knew and loved, however, on backstage he would be (for the couple minutes they have) pouty, with his eyebrows furred and maybe even moody.

his teammates would probably need to take part in it by telling him how much you miss him. then he would call you with all his confidence built up and he would curse them out loud for setting him up.

"well, now that i've called you, let's just fix things okay? i miss you and i dont want to be abroad while having an on-going fight with you"

── . ★ wonbin

number 1 sulky boy. he would be confident about you two fixing your diferences but he hated the thought of getting on stage and being in a fight with his first and most important supporter.

either spam messages or he would go silent because he'd be too scared to say something or do things to worsen the situation. however; he wouldn't wait for you to make the first step.

would deadass indirectly tell you things during his speech "don't forget to tell your loved ones how much you appreciate them, no matter if you're arguing or phisically distant from each other.."

would leave everyone stunned and would low-key be very proud of himself when he would see your message "call me when you have some time x"

── . ★ seunghan

another boy with speeches however, he would take your arguing as a possibility to get you back, so he would put up a romantic act just for you to see (even if he was in front of thousands of people)

woulnd't be too worried because he was confident in deeply knowing you. he knew how you acted when you were mad and how he was supposed to act

"i've started listening to (your fav song) recently but i think it lacks some reasoning, could someone explain it to me?" "can i marry you? oh no, no, my heart can receive all the love from everyone but it can only give it to one person back"

── . ★ sohee

he would be lost. not only about what to do, but not talking to you and being currently not in good terms, it wrecked his routine and his "normality" so he wouldn't be sure on what to do.

i feel like he would need to talk it out with another member to ask for advice on how to make things right. he would be too shy to act bold by hismelf, so that's why he recurred to talk with euseok during the flight. even if the older member told him to just call you and have a proper conversation (which he of course would do) he dedided to add his own touch.

during the concert, he would say some words or constructions you usually used and poses and gestures you usually made. he just wanted to show you that even if he hadn't reached out, he kept you wiht him everywhere, everytime, no matter what.

"please call me or text me when you can. i miss you so fucking bad and i refuse to go on like this"

── . ★ anton

wheni tell you this boy would risk losing his flight because he didn't want to leave while you hadn't fixed things.

if he did really had to leave (or they just obligated him), he would be all the time sending you reassuring messages about how much he loves you, or maybe some memes to make you laugh.

on stage, he would be bubblier and happier than usual, but he would go viral for singing a snippet of 'the reason' of hoobastank. when the fans would ask him later on about why did he choose to sing it, he would dismiss the topic by saying that he just felt like it.

"i hope you liked it..i bet you'll even like it more when you know the boys have been making fun of me for 15 mins now"

[acatwithstockings]

Controversial Good Omens Takes and HC bc I like to see the world burn. (The last one will make you question my sanity)

I prefer Bond obsessed Crowley over queen fan Crowley. Don't get me wrong, it's cute and the fanarts with him and Freddy are always a treat HOWEVER it just doesn't line up with my reading of the text and Bond obsessed Crowley is right there. I mean he literally got petrol ONCE to get the promotional bullet hole transfers that he put on his Bentley.

Personally I hc Crowley as tech illiterate. Hear me out. So in the book he basically gets tech gadgets (his watch, his computer, his stereo) bc they are stylish, not bc they are practical. Literally his stereo is missing something critical yet still works bc he believes it should. So I think he is just great at pretending to know how tech works and things just seem like he does bc he believes that's how things should be. Actually he doesn't even know where to set his lockscreen. His phone just never dared to not have the correct one. And yes I know he hacked a few computers for the M25 well jokes on you, in that one deleted scene he does all those theatrics to bring down the phone network only to ultimately dump coffee over the server. He literally could have achieved the same thing from home. His hacking back in the day probably involved braking and entering and switching out the storage mediums manually. Not very tech literate if you ask me.

Aziraphale on the other hand is surprisingly tech literate, he is just a few decades behind. This one needs another explanation. So basically Aziraphale knows how things work, could probably explain to you in excruciating detail the program structure of any given application. He just struggles with graphical user interfaces and doesn't like non tactical inputs. He prefers to start his programs via console commands and probably finds it silly that people stopped memorizing where their files went. He'd probably run circles around any expert once given woefully outdated tech. So basically he understands how the fundamentals work and what's under the hood, so to speak, but he just really doesn't see the point in making it all work via pretty pictures and without clicky keys. I mean he still files his very accurate taxes on an Amstrad (was it an Amstrad ? Idk old computer, currently too lazy to look up which one he has)

(this one is probably not quite as controversial) No human in modern times will recognize what they are and remember it. So basically even tho Madam Tracy literally got possessed by Aziraphale, and had things explained to her, she probably forgot about the incident right after or if she remembers she believes Aziraphale to be a ghost and would not recognize him if she ran into him again. Simply bc that would fit her interanized world view better. Something, something about the human mind finding 'rational' explanations for the things they have been through. So basically Aziraphale and Crowley are real dumbasses when it comes to pretending to be human but they don't realize it, bc they just assume they are good at it and reality makes sure nobody proves them otherwise.

This here concludes the HC portion of this post. Turn around now, beyond this point only literary and fandom takes can be found pfff

The novel has the better ending. Don't get me wrong I love the show and the body swap. But you win some you lose some. Personally I think having their headquarters even attempt to execute our two idiots takes away from the overarching theme of the story. The whole point of having angels and demons be involved and having hell and heaven be dead set on the apocalypse is to basically frame humanity as the driving force. Aziraphale and Crowley are useless and so are their headquarters. They are detached pencil pushers obsessed with the illusion of control without actually having any. They follow their plan bc that's what they think they have to do, without ever considering the thing they have been entrusted with. They have as much of an idea what's going on as everybody else but make a point about pretending they the answers. They are all powerful but in the grand scheme of things barely move the needle. Them just pretending everything was fine and not punishing Aziraphale and Crowley to keep up face bc it's easier to pretend that THIS was the great plan after all, is hilarious and fits their role in the story better in my opinion. Then again they got more involved in the show so their role shifted slightly anyway soooo ehhhh.

While we all (hopefully) have disavowed Neil Geiman at this point, there is a conversation to be had (and a bit of unpacking to be done) on how much that person influenced and shaped the Good Omens fandom as it is today by positioning himself as the defacto authority over the story for DECADES. It actually insane how far back this goes. Just look at the Terry Gilliam adaptation that never happened. NG posted more about it than official sources despite also being on record stating that he doesn't want to be involved with another adaptation attempt at the time. Going as far as mentioning it in a completely unrelated context on occasion. That dude literally reshaped the narrative around the whole of Good Omens whenever it seemed to give him browney points. He even had a habit of dropping in other Terry Prattchet properties in a very strange way (in retrospective) and sure we know the two of them were friends and we can't judge their relationship bc we were not there BUT it's just very funny to see how Sir Terry had a consistent narrative the times he mentioned Good Omens on record, while NG not only talked a whole lot more about it, constantly, but also seems to reshape the narrative continuously in small ways.

(This point will make you question my sanity) There are influences from the 1992 movie script that made their way into the TV adaptation we finally got and possibly shaped the discussion about the sequel. Examples of that are Crowley's habit of snapping/him having anger issues , the concept of them being punished, Adam's dialogue with Satan, the starting point of the sequel/S3 aka Crowley being no longer affiliated with hell while Aziraphale is still affiliated with heaven. There are a few other things that are not in the novel but make a first appearance (as far as we know of bc I don't think we will ever get to read the script that was written in collaboration before the shit!script) in that version of the story. Sooo yhea you can say there are at least some subconscious influences.

[wileys-russo]

hi! laura freigang, 'can i use a picture of you as my phone's background?', locker room please?

lockscreen II l.freigang

you woke up to a flash in your face, ducking your head beneath the covers with a groan. "go away lau!" you moaned kicking out at your best friend who only grinned, tugging the covers away from you.

"it was for the collection!" laura explained as if that was completely normal as you tiredly glared up at her. "get out of my room, its not even eight yet!" you realised with a groan, shoving her a little harder than intended as she went rolling backwards off the bed.

you sat up with a start, covering your grin with your hand as the blonde moaned clutching her head which had collided with the carpet.

"sorry?" you tried with an innocent smile as she sat up and fixed you with a venomous glare. "idiot!" she huffed unappreciative of your efforts. "in my defense i have warned you before about not waking me before nine unless its an emergency." you reminded with a shrug.

"i was waking you because i made breakfast but now i think i will go give it to that cranky lady next door, she would be more appreciative!" the blonde grumbled standing to her feet with a shake of her head, stretching out her back.

"no no, no need! thank you." you shot up from bed, kissing her cheek in thanks before racing off toward the kitchen too fast to see the way the girls face burned beetroot red at the tiny gesture of affection.

laura had been pining over you for months now, and it was painful that it was obvious to absolutely everyone but you, even her teammates teasings only causing you to roll your eyes and dismiss them with a wave when they joked you were secretly dating.

laura could only wish to be so lucky, and only wish you'd finally see that all the little things she did for you was because she was crushing on you hard.

ever since you'd moved to the club the girl felt her knees wobble a little when you were introduced to the team, the first to put her hand up to show you around and within a couple of weeks the two of you were thick as thieves and laura had offered you her spare room while you hunted for a place of your own.

it was an offer which beat the pull out sofa you were currently sleeping on in an old school friends one bedroom loft who'd moved to germany for university and just never come back.

you'd be lying if you said without laura you'd have lost your mind and probably quit to move back home. she helped you set up everything, get better at the language, offered friendship and a comfortable bed beneath your back, cooked everyday for you and showed you around new places each weekend between matches.

you hadn't realized it just yet but you were also crushing hard on the blonde, only you'd grown up with four older brothers and attributed nearly every strong feeling you had toward a woman as just a longing for friendship.

it was idiotic how blind you were really.

"so." you looked up from your spot at your cubby, training finished for the day as you were icing your ankle you'd rolled, most of the team having already left for the day laura was kindly waiting around until the physio came back to check you over, currently in a meeting.

"as you know i've been making my phone look nicer." laura started as you chuckled, amused by her sudden interest in aesthetics which was spurred on by a late night tiktok doom scroll as you lay together 'hanging out' in complete silence in her room the other night.

"i found a lockscreen-" she turned to show you a photo she'd taken at the markets on one of her film cameras, smiling at the familiar setting. "-but, can i use a photo of you as my phone background?" she asked hopefully as you groaned.

"what!" she huffed, a little offended by your reaction. "not if its one of those awful pictures you always take of me sleeping, or eating, or at that gross zoomed out angle but super close and-" you started to protest making her frown switch to a grin.

"no schatz, not a bad photo." she patted your knee reassuringly, sliding closer to you as your head fell to her shoulder, missing the way she tensed up a little, clearing her throat.

"i have nice ones. i will even let you choose!" laura promised as you hummed and she clicked into her camera roll, selecting an album with a little sun emoji.

"see? look these are all candid ones of you. at the farmers market, out at dinner, cooking at home, when we went to ikea, when we went to the night festival, getting coffee-" as she scrolled slowly through, something suddenly clicked in your mind.

in nearly all of these you and laura had been hanging out, but always just the two of you. you took turns paying for things, you were always laughing, she was always surprising you with little adventures or taking you to new places and forcing you out of your comfort zone.

but it was always just with laura, and then it clicked for you, it was laura, you loved laura.

the girl was too busy recounting the story behind one of the hundreds of photos in the album with a soft smile on her face to notice you pull your head away to look at her, finally seeing the slight blush on her cheeks and not missing the twinkle in her eye.

so maybe, just maybe, laura loved you too.

"lau." you interrupted, cutting her off mid sentence as she looked up and caught your eye, blush intensifying as she did. "was i rambling? oh god i was rambling wasn't i? i told you when that happens to snap me out of it or tell me to shut up or-" she started again making you smile.

"lau?" "yeah?" "shut up." you grinned as she did too, tips of her ears flushed pink which you found quite cute, suddenly now noticing a lot of little features you'd taken for granted.

"do you trust me?" you asked softly and the blonde nodded without a moments hesitation, but in her most wild of dreams she'd never expected what came next as your hand moved to settle on the back of her neck and you leaned in until you were barely a hairsbreadth away.

"is this okay?" you whispered, checking one last time as all the german could do was nod, dumbfounded and unsure if this was actually happening until you leaned in just that tiny bit further and pressed your lips to hers.

this was really happening, and as laura dropped her phone into her lap, tugging you even closer and kissing you back like you were her last breath of air, you realised that yeah, your laura did love you back, and this was the start of a brand new adventure together.

[wearebarca]

Epilogue. Captured // Alexia Putellas x Original character

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8* - Part 9* - Part 10 - Part 11* - Part 12

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.

A/N: Here it is, the end of an adventure. I am so glad I got to share this story with an amazing community. I am not done writing. I’d like to hear your ideas and keep sharing stories with you beautiful people. Au plaisir de vous revoir mes amis.

She had worked so hard for more than a year on this project and still, it felt surreal to have all her efforts culminated to this moment. She was proud. She had poured her soul in every picture, and it was all for a good cause. The profit of every print sold would go to the Barcelona foundation.

So far the night had gone like a charm. People were walking around and admiring her work. Several people had seeked out the photographer to give their congratulations and share which frame they would bring home at the end of the night. The whole ordeà was a lot for the brunette, but what fuelled her was seeing her friends walk around in a room that showcased the love their fans arbour for them. Every now and then, she could hear a loud exclamation in Spanish and she knew it would be one of the players stopping in front of their pictures, and that meant the world to her.

The wine glass in her hand was still full an hour after the opening and the dark liquid was more and more enticing the closer she was to her speech. This was her exhibition, her grand idea, it wasn’t surprising that the club wanted her to present it properly. But Rosalie had never been a public speaker, she hated when attention was on her and that much became pretty clear to everyone around her after the events of last year.

Her nerves were slowly getting the best of her, until a particular voice reached her ear. Even in a room full of people, her senses were always reaching out for her. A quick scan of the room and there she was, engaged in a conversation with the buyers of her picture. It was of her, after her goal at the champions league final. It had been taken from behind, her arms out, her beautiful back tattoos on display, about to take a bow in front of the crowd.

The digital version currently took place as her lockscreen and she was very proud of it. As if feeling the pull of eyes, Alexia turned towards the photographer’s who’s gaze was already on her. One look at the brunette and Alexia excused herself and motioned to the smaller woman to follow her out back.

The backroom was dark and the sounds of the gallery were muffled. Rosalie took a deep breath, the first since she had set foot in the building. Behind her, strong hands connected with her waist and spun her around. Alexia’s familiar perfume engulfed her senses, automatically calming her down.

“This Is your moment bonita, you are going to be great.” She whispered in the brunette’s ear, scared to break their bubble by speaking too loud. “Je suis fière de toi mon amour.”

The words were still heavily accented but they were spoken with a lot more fluidity than a year ago. The words pulled a smile from the photographer who unburied her face from the blonde’s neck.

“You are getting better and better at this,” she said, chuckling. “You might actually impress my family On Christmas.”

Alexia laughed at the comment. They had just booked their tickets to go spend Christmas in Quebec Canada and she was nervous about meeting her girlfriend’s family, but the giddiness with which Rosalie had described Christmas time in Quebec had managed to convince her nonetheless.

“Oh no, my French skills are reserved just for you.” She said, pecking the brunette’s lips. “ Rosalia, what you accomplished is beautiful, be yourself, be proud of your work and it'll all be great, believe me.”

“I love you.” It was natural by now. The words rolled off her tongue with ease but held the same meaning, the same intensity as the first time she had uttered them. “Te amo también mi amor.” Alexia answered.

Whispers could be heard outside of the door which provoked an impressive eye roll from the blonde captain. “Aye dios ellas serán la muerte de mi.”

Alexia yanked the door open which made Patri lose her footing and tumble in the room. Mapi and Pina both looked like children who knew they’d been caught.

“What are the three stooges doing here?” Rosalie asked, unable to hold in her laugh.

“Nothing very smart I am afraid” Alexia said.

“They sent us to look for Rosa, they want her to do her speech soon.” Patri said.

“But we thought you ladies ran away to…”

“Marià Pilar Leon, don't you finish that sentence.” Alexia said in an annoyed tone. The three women smiled in a suggestive way and walked out, but not before reminding the two to finish up quickly and get back to the real party.

Rosalie took a deep breath and closed her eyes for an instant. She felt warm, callous hands grab her own.

“Listo, Rosalia?”

“Oui.”

[heyhihellosworld]

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮...

Rúben Dias x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, alcohol consumption

Notes: Loved the request, so thank you! It has been in my drafts for a while but I finally managed to tie it together!

Request: Bestie i desperately need a ruben x footballer!reader, maybe where they can’t accept their feelings for each other for whatever reason and it’s kinda bratty and flirty + teasing -

Bodies entangled, breaths mingling and hands roaming. It was all so hot, so picture perfect but it didn't give you anything. Your body keening but your mind reeling, nowhere close to being around the man who currently had his dick in you, he wasn't that special.

A mutter left your mouth, a mutter meant for the man who was currently stuck in your head. "Yeah you like that?" the man above you whispered hotly, and you did, you did like it but it wasn't good enough to erase the man in your thoughts.

"Mhm" you mumbled back, trying to shut down all the thoughts, be in the moment. Eyes closed, shoving him out of your head, your hands tangled around his neck, bringing him closer to you, his hot words in your ear worked, until your phone started making sounds.

He didn't care though, too close to the edge of coming to care. You let out a few exasperated moans as he started to jerk, feigning your orgasm already been upon you as he came with a loud groan.

He got the picture pretty fast, putting his clothes back on, greeting goodbye as you picked up your phone, your lockscreen filled with notifications but all of them were from the same person, the one person who was etched in your mind

Ruben

That fucker.

1 year earlier

Being out felt great, your friends in high spirits just as yourself as you drank and danced the night away. The Euros were done, the season was done and now you had those rare few days off before the new season would kick off and you hadn't said no to a party.

Dancing with arms raised, singing along to the music, head banging along with the tunes, drinks flowing, people flirting. It was nice to feel like a normal young person again, feeling like you blended in.

Standing at the bar you felt eyes on you, the man standing opposite from you gazing over you as you waited for your drink.

His eyes tuned in on you, scanning every centimeter of your body in a way that would have made you uncomfortable but for some reason it didn't. He was not subtle in the way he was blatantly staring at you and in some way you felt it intriguing more than uncomfortable.

It didn't take many more minutes until he approached, drink in hand and eyes a little hazy, telling you he was indeed not completely sober.

Your eyes followed his tall strong frame moving along the floor, gently nudging people as he went through the crowd until he stopped in front of you, his lips now in a small teasing smile.

Sleeping with someone was not on your agenda but if this man was as good at flirting as he was good looking, maybe that would change throughout the night.

-

It did in fact change. Not many minutes in and you were already craving for him, craving to go home with this man. So, you did.

He looked like a fucking art work and he fucked like a maniac, even in your drunk haze you recongised that much. His body moved into yours with such precise movements it didn't take long before you lost all control.

-

Waking up you felt exhausted to the bone. Eyes fighting against the light as memories flooded your mind. Blinking sleepily as your brain connected the dots.

You were not home, you were not in your clothes and you were not alone. Biting in a loud groan you turned around, suddenly face to face with the stranger from last night.

How did this happen?

You usually never had time to go out, too caught up with your career. The break was different though, time to let your hair down and have fun. However fun did not include hooking up with strangers.

You bit in another groan at the thought of the PR mess now at hand but pushed the thoughts away. It could be dealt with later and hopefully nobody had catched you with the man sleeping beside you. His body moved rhythmically in his sleep and you couldn’t help but let your eyes rake over him.

He was handsome, good job

His face chiseled and sharp, eyelashes soft against his cheek, lips slightly pouted, stubble perfectly trimmed. His hair was slightly messy on top of his head. He had no shirt on making it possible for you to see his gorgeous body, blanket thrown low on his hips and you had to force your gaze away from the handsome guy.

Instead you rolled around, looking around in the room. Too exhausted to get up from the comfortable bed yet and looking at the guy he wouldn’t be up yet for a while.

Your eyes traveled over the luxury room, big windows showing the beautiful view of Manchester, the drapes not closed due to the hurry from last night.

Clothes were scattered on a chair, neat but still laid out enough for you to see the bright blue shirt laying on the top. This guy had actually brought you to his apartment. Wow.

The shirt nagged you though, the color too familiar to look past. You teared your eyes away from it, looking at the bedside table that was completely clean of anything. His walls were pretty clean as well. The biggest wall taken up by the big windows, the door wall had a few photos but your eyes couldn't make out what they pictured in the dim light of the gray Manchester morning.

Your eyes traveled to the shirt again, fingers itching to see it more clearly, it was too familiar.

Soon enough you couldn't let it go. It was too familiar and it rang a bell somewhere. You gently crawled out of the bed, careful not to wake up the guy beside you as you tipped over to the chair. The bells only getting louder as you reached out to pick it up. Suddenly you understood why it was so familiar, it was the colors of Manchester City. The bright blue so bright it should be recognisable everywhere.

Your eyes traveled back to the guy in the bed, his toned body, strong thighs... not he couldn't be... right? He was probably just a fan.

He couldn't play for City, could he? I mean you did know most of the players in the team, at least basic knowledge.

You took the shirt out fully, turning it to read the name on the back.

Rúben Dias

Rúben Dias, fuck that was ringing a bell. Only Rúben told you nothing. But Rúben Dias. You knew that name, which meant..

No

You searched for your phone hurriedly, catching it on the bedside table and you immediately sprung for it. Clicking up google and searching the name frantically.

Benfica. Portugal

Manchester City

Fuck fuck fuck

No, how could this be? Since when was he in City?

You dropped the shirt like it was poisonous. Staring at it on the floor, eying it with hatred as you turned to the man again, how can someone so beautiful be in such a team? He was basically the enemy, you were fraternizing with the enemy.

You giggled at your dramatic reaction before turning around to the wall of pictures again, using your phone to light them up. City Champions league final, Portugal team photo, City premier league winners. The evidences were clear and you gulped, fuck. This was gonna be hard to explain to your team buddies in Manchester united.

As you stared at the evidences you heard a low murmur, looking over at the man in his bed, slowly waking up. Your brain shortcutted, should you flee? Scream? Stand still?

Your brain was shortcutting for too long and soon enough the man had woken up completely, blinking up at you in confusion as he tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

"Morning" he grumbled, slowly scrambling to sit up but you were too choked up to speak.

His eyes looked you up and down and suddenly you felt very naked in the t-shirt you had on. A cocky little smile made its way on his face and he chuckled at your deer-caught in headlight expression as he sloppily weaved his fingers through his messy hair.

"You, you play football" you choke out after what felt like an eternity, this was not that big of a deal but it still took a lot for your brain to cooperate and to work fully again.

"Yes? Is that a problem?" he chuckled, looking at you weirdly and suddenly it caught on to you how weird you must look, standing in his t-shirt on the floor, staring wildly at the man and looking a proper mess.

You sighed, tangling your hands through your hair and sat down on the bed with a sigh. "Sorry" you waved it off. "I just didn't know you played for City"

Rúbens face didn't seem more understanding as you chuckled to yourself "it's gonna be a fun one to tell in training"

"What?"

You met his eyes again, smiling slightly as you shrugged "I play too, in Manchester united"

He looked almost perplexed for a moment as he swallowed hard, flacking his gaze around before letting out a small groan, his hands coming up to rub over his face.

"Oh" he mumbled before letting out an amused chuckle "Well this will indeed be a fun one to tell the boys"

-

If only that had been all. If all it had been was a fun story to tell, but it had become everything but fun. How a one nightstand turned into a cat and mouse game you had no idea. One night, it was great, fun and hot. You had thought that would be it, a hot night with a footballer, not so bad right?

However the fun little story had turned into a fucking burden. Somewhere along the way the amusement had turned into annoyance, the tension had turned unbearable and your one night stand had become more than that.

Maybe it had been the gala only a few days later, where you had been forced into the same space and had been pushed to interact. Maybe it had been the way you danced with his colleagues or the way he smiled at yours. But that silent understanding had turned into a competition.

He didn't want to share and neither did you. But, neither of you wanted to admit it.

That's how you had come to the place you were in now. Like a dance between jealousy, annoyance, sex and fights.

Now

That fucking bastard

He knew exactly what he was doing. It was the same every time. The same looks, the same lines, the same behavior. But it never failed. He always got you like he wanted in the end so why change a winning concept?

This night it had been easier than usual to give in. His shirt being a huge reason why as it clung to his chest and showed the outlines through the thin fabric. Ridiculous. But still so hot you could barely tear your eyes from him.

And that's why you were in his apartment. Looking at him with needy eyes as your fingers tried to unbutton the ridiculous piece of clothing he had chosen for the night.

"You could almost guess you needed me at this range" Ruben mumbled in your ear, the tone joking to the human ear only you knew it wasn't a joke. He was taunting.

Your tongue itched to say something back, talk back to him and that cocky attitude he had, but you bit your lip, keeping the words inside because you knew you would get what you wanted faster if you didn't.

"What if I do?" you spoke lowly, breath fanning his ear as you spoke your carefully picked words. His eyes almost widened at your words, having guessed you would not be admitting it, you usually wouldn't and the smirk he gave and the squeeze he left on your hip was along the same lines you hated. Good girl

It didn't take long for you to scramble off from the sofa and up to his room, strong arms and determined hands guiding you on the floors, around the corners, past the doors until you were in his bed.

His hands immediately helped you out of your dress, throwing it without regard. He quickly snapped off your bra with such a hurry even you were surprised.

You looked up at him with so much need he almost chuckled, glee in his eyes as he let his palms run up and down your body. Cupping your bare breasts before running down your thighs.

"You are so pretty" he mumbled, the praise going straight to your core, a soft whine leaving your lips to his amusement

He was quick to slip off your flimsy panties, not touching only teasing and you started to feel the frustration building. This was how it usually was, he got you all needy and fuzzy for him but then he teased you long enough for you to snap, the bratty attitude crawling forward to demand more.

Like he was reading your thoughts his hand came under your jaw, tilting your face up to his. His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to keep you quiet.

He slipped his middle and pointed finger inside your mouth, coating them in your spit before pushing his thumb in again. Keeping it on your tongue as his spit coated fingers made contact with your sobbing pussy.

A loud whine left your throat, muffled over his tongue but he still heard it. He loved this, having control, battling for control. His eyes showed nothing but desire as he watched how your face contorted in pleasure.

"See how nice I can be when you behave huh?" he mocked you, his voice tingling with cockiness and sweet sweet praise.

"Ruben" you got out, only a distinct murmur in his ears but it sounded just as beautiful for him as anything else. "Hm?" he mocked you, looking up at your hazy eyes, mocking the state he got you in so quickly, without effort. He removed his thumb, eyes following the line of spit connecting you before you spoke up.

"Come on" you mumbled, breaking out to talk back, hating the mocking look in his eyes. "Do something" you demanded, his eyes narrowing, tutting at you.

"What happened now huh?"

your eyes rolled as his hands stilled between your legs, eyes glazing over. "Fuck of Ruben, just touch me properly"

His chuckle was again mocking, telling you it was not gonna happen this way but you couldn't wait. "Why so bratty? I thought you were gonna be good tonight, started so well" he tutted, feigning disappointment as he shook his head but his smirk betrayed him, telling you he loved this bratty behavior of yours because it gave him the opportunity to completely control you.

You bucked, groaning at him but you also knew this was not gonna get you what you wanted. He always waited until you gave up, dropping into submission before finally giving you what you wanted, it didn't make you stop trying though. Not bending easily.

You sighed, giving him an deadpan glare but still you said "please" the words so lowly muttered he barely heard them but he still hummed with praise "that's better"

His fingers gently moved between your legs once again, just as teasingly slow and light as before and it was driving you completely mad.

"Use your words pretty girl, tell me what you want"

Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus your mind on actual words instead of insults laying hot on your tongue at his silky sweet tone and laughable words.

"Please, touch me properly" you sighed out at last, words sure and a tiny bit biting but he was happy so far at least. Giving in to your wishes as his fingers started giving proper friction over your clit before slowly entering you with one.

Your head fell back in relief, breathing out a small yes, thank you which only made his grin wider. "Yeah? That's all you wanted? Why did you make it so hard for yourself then little princess" he mocked as he entered a second finger, slowly fucking you with them and curling them every other thrust.

"Fuck, feels good Ruben" you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers curled repeatedly against your wall making you feel floaty on the soft sheet.

"Please, don't stop" you pleaded, feeling the start of an orgasm curling to the surface, hands gripping the bed sheets tightly, back arching and eyes falling shut. "So good" you mumbled, head lolling to the side as it felt so so close now.

But

Of course he stopped, halting his fingers in a curl, chuckling at the groan you let out. "So so" he cooed lightly, mocking your pathetic thrusts, trying to make him move again.

"Ruben" you whined, opening your eyes to glare at his smug face "What? I never heard the question"

"I was so close!" you argued, stopping your hips as he pulled out completely, prodding the two fingers at your lips

"Were you?" he asked dumbly, feigning not understanding as he pushed his fingers in between your lips.

"Fuck you" you grumbled as you pulled of his fingers, a scowl on your face that replicated his as he looked down at you.

"Always have so much to say huh?" "Prefer me quiet and pliant?" you almost spat at him but the sudden rage suddenly disappeared as a smile made its way on his face, this time a fond smile.

"No, I actually kinda love this bratty little mouth" he whispered before leaning down to capture your mouth with his in a sweet but lustful kiss. Stealing the breath from your lungs as he continued to kiss you until you were writhing on the bed again. Desperate, even more so than before.

"Do you want something?" he asked sweetly as your hips grinded against his thick thigh, desperate for friction. You didn't want to fight it anymore, you needed him. Too desperate to talk back. "Please Ruben, want you to fuck me, please" you babbled out, head slightly fuzzy as you continued to move against his thigh. "Aw, such a good girl" he praised before finally taking off his shirt and jeans, letting you feel his gorgeous body before discarding his boxers. Jerking himself before lining up with you.

He didn't say anything else as he slowly started to sink into you, his eyes closing and face scrunching up in concentration.

Your eyes rolled as he bottomed out, moaning something not even you could make out but it just felt so overwhelming, like it always did with Ruben. It was so all consuming, heated and so much that it was almost to too much.

"Fuck" he muttered out, slowly starting to thrust, his chain flying around his neck as he did so and his eyes falling shut. "Always so good when I'm inside you pretty" he praised, relishing in the choked out sounds you managed to spill out.

"Feel so good"

"Think how much of this you could get if you weren't such a brat all the time" he teased, voice strained as he panted hard.

Fuck off where at the tip of your tongue but you bit it in, swallowing the words and jus let out a moan instead. This was what you wanted after all.

It was like all the tension in the air was edging you all the time, so when you finally got what you wanted, what you craved it was almost tipping you over the edge immediately.

Ruben was not that much better though, easily coming with you whenever you fell over the edge if he wanted to. It was never an issue, it was never something that mattered, it was so all consuming, loaded and heated it seemed impossible to have it any other way whenever he was close to you, let alone, inside of you.

"This is what you wanted, no? Being filled up? Getting fucked like you deserve?"

"Mhm" you mumbled, trying to move alongside him, trying to ground yourself with a hand in his short hair but all it did was make him moan which made you even more aroused.

It was barely a sound but Ruben understood regardless, moving your hips up slightly before pounding into you, stealing your breath and thought completely as you came point blank. Limp in his hold as he followed, grunting into your neck.

You stayed in that position, panting harshly into his chest. Nobody said anything, just trying to regulate your breathing, calm down from the high.

It was Ruben who spoke first, his face in the crook of your neck, words muttered out. 

"What if I want this to be more?"

His words caught you off guard, there was no way... no way he was giving up. "What?"

"What if I'm tired of this game, this jealousy. What if I want you to myself, would you let me?"

You couldn't stop the gigantic grin that spread over your lips, a finger gently tilting his chin to look at you

"Say it" you demanded and he did, not breaking eye contact as he spilled the words you had been craving to hear for so long now

"I like you y/n, I want you y/n"

"Then I'm all yours"

[hughesysgirl28]

I don’t need you~Dawson Mercer

Request? No

Pairings: Dawson Mercer x reader, Hughes brothers x sister!reader, platonic!Trevor Zegras x platonic!reader

Summary: Dawson realizes that you don’t need him as much as he thought

A/n: This is based off good graces by Sabrina Carpenter!

Requests are open!

Warnings: arguing, suspecting cheating(neither actually cheat)

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When I love you, I’m sweet like an angel. Drawin’ hearts ‘round our names. And dreamin’ of writing vows, rockin’ cradles. Don’t mistake my nice for naive.

You were in yours and Dawsons shared apartment just doodling on a notepad waiting for him to get home from practice.

You had written both yours and Dawsons names down drawing hearts around them. “You having fun there?” You heard the voice of your boyfriend coming up hugging you from behind wrapping his arms around your waist.

He pressed a light kiss to your neck then rested his chin on your shoulder, head leaning against yours.

“Yeah.” You chuckled loving the affection he was showing.

Sometimes even the smallest bit of affection could get you wondering about your future and what it would be like together. You wanted one with Dawson but you absolutely didn’t need it.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Dawson asked moving to the seat beside you.

“Thinking about our future together.” You admitted tucking the strand of hair in front of your face behind your ear.

“About marriage and kids possibly.” You said quietly thinking about it. A little you or Dawson would be cute to have around.

“One day.” Dawson said with a smile causing you to return it.

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I don’t waste a second, I know lots of guys. You do somethin’ suspect, this cute ass bye-bye. Like, ooh. Baby you say you really like being mine? So let me give you some advice.

You woke up one morning to Dawson’s phone going off but he was still asleep so you decided to check it. Not actually going through his phone but just looking at what it was on the lockscreen.

Looking over you saw it was a text from someone named Olivia? You didn’t know Dawson knew someone with that name. ‘That’s going to be fun! Bet you can’t wait.’ The text read.

You layed back down in your spot in the bed not bothering to wake up Dawson to confront him. You were more so disappointed in him than anything but you’d live.

You then got up going to the kitchen grabbing your phone while you were at it. Dawson would end up sleeping in today due to him having an off day.

You sighed as you got to the kitchen deciding to call you and your brother Jack’s mutual best friend Trevor Zegras. It rang about three times before he finally answered.

“What’s up Y/n?” He asked you in his usually cheerful voice.

“I think Dawson is cheating on me.” You told him in a monotone voice. “Well that was instant. Why do you think that?” He asked sounding slightly confused and surprised.

“He got some text from some Olivia girl saying ‘That’s going to be so fun! I bet you can’t wait.’” You told him as you started to cook yourself some breakfast.

“Well that does seem suspicious. Are you okay?” He asked now fully sounding concerned. “Trevor you should know by now that I’ll be fine. He might have cheated but I don’t need him.” You said not knowing that Dawson had woken up and was standing in the hallway hearing only the last bit of what you told Trevor.

Dawson was shocked you’d think he would cheat on him but a little hurt when you said you didn’t need him.

Eventually you hung up with Trevor so you could eat your food.

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Want you every second, don't need other guys. You do somethin' sus, kiss my cute ass bye.

About a day after seeing that text you had finally confronted Dawson with the encouragement of your three brothers Jack, Luke, and Quinn.

You and Dawson were currently arguing over it. “For the millionth time I did not cheat on you!” Dawson told throwing his arms up in the air out of frustration.

“Then why did I see that text from that Olivia girl?” You asked calmly sitting on the couch in the living room. Dawson seemed to freeze up when you asked that.

“It’s not like that.” He said quickly. “Really?” I asked not believing him.

“Well then why did you call Trevor saying you didn’t need me?” Dawson asked you sitting down in the couch beside you hurt flashing across his eyes.

“Dawson I love you with all my heart but I infact do not need you to live.” You say to him now feeling like he thinks you need him to live your life.

You could get on with your life pretty fine without him. You had before you met him so it wouldn’t be that hard.

“Why won’t you tell me what that was about and who that is?” You countered still trying to get the answer out of him but he wouldn’t budge.

“Okay then.” You said getting up and walking to your shared room while packing an overnight bag.

You’d end up going to Jack and Luke’s until Dawson decided to fess up.

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Boy, it's not that complicated. You should stay in my good graces. Or I'll switch it up like that so fast. 'Cause no one's more amazin'. At turnin' lovin' into hatred.

You had been at your brothers for a few days since Dawson continued to refuse to tell you who that Olivia girl was.

“He’s been a mess at practice you know. He misses you.” Luke told you getting his gear bag for practice. Jack had already left. He was concerned for you as your younger brother but also concerned for Dawson as his teammate.

“Well if he wants me to come back he can start explaining that Olivia girl.” You told him not breaking from your decision.

“I’ll give the message.” Luke said walking out the door to get to practice.

Finally when they weren’t surrounded by all of the other guys in the locker room with only Jack in there with them after practice ended Luke finally decided to tell Dawson what you told him.

“She said that if you want her to come back you can start explaining that Olivia girl.” Luke told him not making eye contact with him.

Luke was more concerned than anything and Jack was mad that his sister could’ve possibly gotten cheated on. Dawson better of been glad Quinn wasn’t here because he was the most mad of all the brothers.

“I can’t tell her.” Dawson said to him causing Jacks head to shoot up from untying his laces on his skates.

“Why is that?” Jack asked trying to not get mad.

“Because, it was about a surprise for her.” Dawson admitted finally. “I had a promise ring custom made for her.” He admitted finally pulling out the ring.

“You better tell her or you’ll lose her.” Luke said to him. “No one is better than our sister at turning loving into hatred.” Jack told him then sighed.

“She will love that ring though.” He said to Dawson.

All three of the guys went back to Jack and Luke’s apartment so Dawson could apologize to you and admit everything.

You hummed quietly doing your work on your computer when the door opened then closed. You looked up to see your brothers and Dawson.

“Good luck bud.” Jack said as he and Luke walked to their bedrooms.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” Dawson said instantly sitting down next to you.

You closed your computer putting it off to the side to listen to him explain himself.

“I wasn’t cheating on you I swear. I had gotten a custom promise ring made for you and didn’t want to tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise on your birthday.” Dawson rambled on and your expression went soft with guilt.

You hugged him now feeling a bit bad. “I’m sorry.” You said to him.

“No, no. You had every right to think I was cheating on you and I know you don’t need me to live but I want you in my life forever.” Dawson admitted hugging you back then pulling back from the hug taking the promise ring out and putting it on your finger.

“I love it.” You admitted yourself. You gave him a short kiss on the lips and smiled. You’d both be okay in the end.

[schvmacher47]

venus | oscar piastri (preview)

author's note: enjoy this little preview of my beloved best friends to lovers story, which i am currently uploading on wattpad! i would appreciate it so much if you would give my work a chance and i am 100% sure you'll love kaia as much as i do! feel free to share and also come over to my wattpad to enjoy the full thing. much love xx

6| flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard

I sank further down into the comfy pillows of the sofa, feeling the sleepiness slowly get the better of me even though it wasn’t that late. I was fighting against the urge to close my eyes, trying to keep my head upright. Desperately trying to not let it drop against Oscar’s shoulder, even though it looked so inviting. Instead, I tried to listen and focus on the ongoing conversation between him and his parents – a conversation I had long disengaged from. I let my eyes inspect my surroundings, his mum had a great sense for decorations and home design, until they stopped and lingered at a photo wall. A wall full of memories, Oscar and his sisters when they were still little, Oscar and his first win in a karting series. A photo of Oscar when he won the Formula Renault Eurocup. It was grouped with photos of his Formula 3 and Formula 2 title celebrations. The latter one was one I knew and remembered all too well. My eyes went wide, when I spotted myself on one of those F2 celebration photos. It showed Oscar and me hugging, with the Australian flag draped over my shoulders. A smile crept onto my lips as I remembered that moment, flushed cheeks hurting from smiling too much, hot tears streaming down and burning in my eyes. I felt Oscar’s gaze lingering on me, he must have noticed me staring at the photo for too long. A photo that served as my phone lockscreen for quite some time as well.

When I turned my head away from the wall, his eyes were still on me, a smile on his lips as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.

A yawn escaped my lips, when I shifted in my seat, bringing one of my legs up to rest in a more comfortable position. I watched Oscar with a faint smile on my lips, as he got lost in the conversation with his parents again, explaining something racing related. He was gesticulating wildly with his hands, emphasising how different parts affected his last races. He was oscribing. I listened contently, but soon got distracted by something warm at my feet. Rosie, one of the Piastri family dogs and Nicole’s emotional support for race weekends, was looking up at me with big eyes, tail joyfully thumping down on the floor. I reached down, picking her up and placing her on my lap. As Rosie settled into my lap and made herself comfortable, I absentmindedly started scratching behind her ears, earning appreciative little sighs from her. I continued to listen to the ongoing conversation, his gestures and explanations captivating me, feeling the pride wash over me.

My eyelids grew a lot heavier, and not even the animated conversation could keep me fully engaged. In my lap, even Rosie seemed to have lost her fight to stay awake, her little sighs had become a lot more irregular, her breathing became slow and rhythmic. She had fallen asleep, securely nestled on my lap. As I continued to softly rake my fingers through her white fur, I gave in and finally allowed my head to tilt to the side, letting it rest on Oscar’s shoulder. He immediately adjusted his position, making it more comfortable for me, as he slung his arm around my body. I automatically snuggled up further into his side, closing my eyes for a moment, as I listened to his heartbeat. His left hand rested on my shoulder, fingers tracing random, soothing patterns over my shirt, before they tangled up in my hair. I let out a content sigh, it was barely audible, as I got lost in the sweet sensations of his fingers playing with my hair. His steady heartbeat provided a comforting backdrop to my drifting thoughts, the conversations long forgotten. I forced myself to open my eyes again, I didn’t want to fall asleep just yet. I glanced up at him, his side profile was illuminated by the soft, warm glow of the standing lamps next to the sofa. I couldn’t help but smile at the subtle expressions and the way his eyes lit up when he got to share his racing experiences. 

I didn’t catch when the conversation changed topic, but I found myself listening to Oscar as he talked about our adventurous Melbourne experience and our trip to the kart track.

»What do you think Kaia?«, Nicole asked and brought me fully back to reality.

»Hm, what?«, I asked back, even though I knew what she was talking about. I simply needed a moment to compose myself, trying to change position, but Oscar’s arm around my shoulders made it impossible. I sighed, accepting my fate and Oscar’s warm presence, even though his parents, especially Nicole, were very much watching. 

»How do you like Australia so far?«, she clarified her question from before, a loving smile on her lips as she looked over at me, in Oscar’s arms and Rosie on my lap.

»Well, I haven’t spotted any deadly spiders…yet! So I guess that’s positive….«, I grinned, internally hoping to not come across one during my stay. 

»Don't jinx it now, Kaia. You’re gonna wake up to a Red Back on your pillow.«, Oscar joked, a laugh escaping his lips.

»I hope not. If I do, I’m going to board the next flight back to safety.«, I grumbled, definitely not too keen on an encounter that involved big, thick-legged, hairy spiders that were most likely very venomous. »But on a serious note, Australia has been truly amazing so far, even though your English can be weird at times.«, I chuckled. »But no, I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world.«

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[littlest-w01f]

ೃ⁀➷ hiii hi here’s just a random question form ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Tagged by @romanticatheartt thanks babee

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav colour: Blue, always been a blue girly 💙

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for: 2 years on account, 1 on writing

: ̗̀➛ where's a place u always wanted to travel to: All over the world. I wanna see everything, leave no rock unturned.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s): Literally anything nice and good price and quality

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s): Anything gay. Thank you.

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen: Lockscreen of Sylus and my MC in my fav memory and home screen was not asked but @romanticatheartt sent this on the gc and I had just changed it, art by luciaarandart

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation: Foaming at the mouth at Xaden atm

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status: I got multiple husbands and wives, all of them fictional tho

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job: Author, own a bookshop on the side, maybe travel blogger if I am ambitious enough

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app: Pinterest. Is it considered a social app? I could scroll all day on there.

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets: NOOO I've always wanted pets tho

: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many: I WANT TO HAVE A DOG AND A CAT AND I WANT THEM TO BE BESTIES

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee: Both, tea is for winters, coffee is for summers.

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor: cookies n cream

tagging: @thelov3lybookworm @dee-writes-angst @highprincessofthenightcourt @springfaaerie @cupidragon @aurelune @voidsylus @candicornart and anyone who wants to join <33

[snickerdoodlles]

that's my old one!!!! technically my current one since I haven't yet switched carriers/SIM cards and am still using my iPhone for a bit longer. BUT YES, I was so torn between the old and the new!!! I love that one for apple tho because apple puts the clock right over him and it looks like Jeff's going "the fuck???" at the time, which is always how I feel about the time 😩

how the fuck did I not switch to android years ago

[countlessrealities]

⸺ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 : SCOTTY

• what's your phone wallpaper: A fanart of Alastor & Vox. Or well, two, one as home wallpaper and one as lockscreen

• last song you listened to: I think it was "Nicotine" by Panic! At The Disco

• currently reading: Random fanfics from time to time, I don't really have a lot of free time these days =.="

• last movie: Humane

• what are you wearing right now?: My PJs (it's barely past 8am here)

• how tall are you?: 5'5

• piercings / tattoos?: Nope, but I plan on getting tattoos in the future!

• glasses / contacts: Mostly glasses these days, but I wear contacts too

• last thing you ate?: Does coffee counts?

• favorite color: Black and blood red

• current obsession: Hazbin Hotel & Rick and Morty

• do you have a crush right now?: I have a partner and they know who they are x3

• favorite fictional characters: Rick, Morty, Alastor, Vaggie

• last place you traveled: A nearby city (I had to pick up some shit) and the traffic was AWFUL

tagged by: @helluvahotelx [[ thank you, mate !! ]] tagging: Not sure who still hasn't done it, so steal it !

[helaenalyst]

ೃ⁀➷ hiii hi here’s just a random question form ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

tagged by @noctis-tempestus tysm i love these games!!

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav colour: THESE ⬇️⬇️⬇️ greens blues and browns and purples my belovedsss

: ̗̀➛ how long have u been on tumblr for: i was just starting uni so around 2012 i think... i used it sparingly over the years, i'm at my most active i've ever been rn

: ̗̀➛ wheres a place u always wanted to travel to: if the question was where i want to travel currently i'd just say anywhere my online friends are, but staying true to the question, i've always wanted to visit the USA during halloween and christmas, the weather is too warm for these holidays to fully hit here, i feel like y'all go all out over there, after seeing it in movies and social media for so long i would like to experience it for myself!! and who could ever forget. the real life american bbq <3 (/ref)

i also want to ride the orient express because i was obsessed as a kid but i learned its like 40 whole thousand pounds ??? so like even if i had the money i would not spend it on that LMAO

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav clothing brand(s): I don't think I have one, i like buying the clothes they sell at supermarkets because they're cheap... here is one example of such fashions (not my house)

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur fav singer/band(s): musical theatre mostly, my favourite soundtrack ever is Camelot (1982 Richard Harris version) but there's a bunch of more modern ones that i love too like Carrie or Something Rotten. the first band i was ever a fan of was Green Day and i'm still a fan today. i like a lot of music from the 40s-60s as well. my main blog is themed around this music video which i love sm:

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur current phone lockscreen: one of the default gradients (green)

: ̗̀➛ most recent/current hyperfixation: HOTD. i don't post much but i write or draw something about it basically everydayy

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur relationship status: single thank god

: ̗̀➛ what’s ur dream job: community college teacher, also if my teammate and i could get financing for the virtual tours project we've been working on that would be amazingggg i would have the time of my life travelling across spain making these digitizations of archaeological sites. i'm not the one doing the scans so i don't really have to go but like. idc i'm going. talk to the hand

: ̗̀➛ outside of tumblr, fav social app: unless chats like discord and whatsapp count, i don't use other apps, i'm nothing without it

: ̗̀➛ do u have pets: yesss

: ̗̀➛ if u do have pets, what kind/how many:

this lil old man (he lives with my parents though i see him often bc they basically live next door)

: ̗̀➛ do u prefer tea or coffee: iced tea!!

: ̗̀➛ whats ur fav ice cream flavor: lately ive been eating frozen yogurt with brownies and a lot of salted caramel syrup and crushed nuts i love it so much... i enjoy it doubly by knowing its so cheap to make it at home compared to what it costs at a store

tagging @disinherited-dornishman and @milfholder and @just-some-random-blogger but feel free to ignore it!!

[cvntoid]

📱 📅 ☠️ 📻 :)

:) thank you!

📱show your phone lock and /or home screen

will not show my lockscreen, because it has real people on it. but my home screen rn is:

📅 your birthday

12/12, baby. i'm a lucky bastard.

☠️ something that angers you

mouth sounds. slow drivers. cops. my boss. literally anything if I'm having a bad day, because i'm a big fucking baby.

📻 fav song currently

oh sheeeeeeesh. i've been listening super hard to my teenage angst playlist on Spotify. i wouldn't say i have a FAVORITE song rn, but i keep re-listening to "beast and the harlot" and "bat country", umm also some old NIN, some older Rammstein, uh... i dunno, whatever tickles my clit at the moment or whatever i wanna have a concert to in my car. i will sing anything i can follow the note to. unsurprisingly, i'm a solid and wholehearted alto, so i can fuckin harmonize with anything lol. i'll drop my stupid teenage angst playlist and you can taste my teenage pain: