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[hercesofourtime]

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"What do you want?" Mia asked as she turned around, "I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to talk to anyone, or hear all about how you know what I'm going through." She crossed her arms lips pressed tighter together, eyes dark, maybe she should take after her father, and shoot even potential team members with an arrow.

[hellodropbear]

like she used to

alexia putellas x sister

i have been writing this for ages and it has just sat in my documents folder since january. i don't usually post stuff i write so this will probably get taken down at some point. i've written 13k words so far but this is just the first 4k.

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I hadn't expected to get the call up, not at all really. But Mapi tore her meniscus and apparently the first team found themselves in need of a backup centre back and I was the best option from the B team. It's a compliment, really. Mami is very proud of me and she is excited for me and my sister to play together in a few weeks, even though she is still recovering from her surgery and I will probably not make it off the bench. I am only 15 and 10 months, usually they wait until you are at least 16 and a bit before you can play. 

But, I don't really know how to feel. Thankfully Alexia won't be in training with me for now and I try to avoid thinking about what will happen when she eventually gets better and I have to face her again.

Alexia is my older sister by a lot. There's a 14 year age gap between us and I used to completely and utterly idolise her. She and Alba were two superheroes, always by my side when I needed them. I put them on a pedestal like they were the greatest human beings to ever walk the planet. To me back then, they were. 

I was only four when my father died. All I remember from that time was the big black invisible sheet that hung outside his study and the dark and scary emotions that swallowed our house whole. Alba and Alexia would argue about who got to cuddle me at night and I was so unaware what was happening that I would happily agree, wiping away their tears when it all got too much. 

The death of our father made our family unit stronger. Mami, Ale, Alba and Elena - it was all any of us needed and we supported each other in whatever ways we could. 

Mami had to pick up more shifts at her job, so she couldn't pick me up from school. Alexia had just got her license so she would come in a break during training and pick me up in her training gear. 

Alexia didn't have time to drop me off at home so I would sit and watch the training with whoever wanted to give me company when they were injured. 

Most days, Alba would come and pick me up and take me on the bus all the way home. She would play cartoons on the TV as she sat at the table and did school work. Some days, when she had the time she would sit with me and watch Alexia's training and we'd all go home together. Alba used to say she enjoyed the training. Looking back, I think she just wanted a free ride home and an excuse to not do her homework. 

As I grew up, everything just worked. Alexia and Alba were still living at home as a support to Mami and everything was perfect. My sisters were my idols, my Mami was my shining star. She still is. She would do anything for her daughters, as long as it meant we were all happy. 

That is why it has been so hard for her over the past two years. 

I have not been happy, not really. My football has been thriving, I have represented my country in the under 17 age group and I am a consistent starter in the Barcelona B team. I spent two years in La Masia before they sent me to the B team last year and I have only been improving since. Everything is going well. Mami says I have had a better start to my career than Alexia did. 

Maybe that is why Alexia hates me. Maybe Mami is just saying that to make me feel better about it.

Alexia and I, despite the 14 year age gap, were always inseparable - for the first 12 years of my life. She was at every single school event, football game, she picked me up from trainings when she could and would train me herself in the garden. We shared a common passion that Alba was not interested in at all - we both love football, we eat, sleep and breath it. Football is everything. She was the one who gave me that mentality. 

"Football is life, Lena, you are lucky you are so good because now you also get to live football and hermanita, it is the most incredible thing." 

She had whispered that to me when I was 11. We were sat on the beach, a place we visited frequently throughout my childhood, both of us staring out at the reflection of the moon on the sea. Alba was fast asleep, her head in Alexia's lap as she snored lightly, completely oblivious to our conversation. 

It all fell apart over three years ago, although I don't have the first clue as to why. 

It was not an explicit event that ruined everything, more my older sister growing up and flying the nest that was so secure and established over years and years of shared success, happiness, failure and grief. She moved out of home long before that, but her split with Jenni upset her, I think, a great deal. I wouldn't know because she didn't really tell me anything - that was strictly Alba's business. 

I didn't even know they had broken up until 5 months after it actually happened. 

"Mami, why does Jenni never come over any more?" 

It was an innocent and normal question, but the look on my mother's face told me everything. Everything about Jenni and everything about my sister. 

I think that was the first knock. She hadn't done anything wrong but I had loved Jenni and Jenni had loved me. I would have thought that she would have told me they broke up. Maybe she didn't want to, maybe she just forgot. She does a lot of that these days. 

Before she and Jenni broke up, she still came to all of my games. She never missed one game before I transferred to La Masia and would insist on taking me out to ice cream after every one. She would tease me for not scoring like she does, even though I play as a centre back. 

"You need some training from Mapi, she is a centre back and has the most lethal free kick, hermanita! She is the best defender I have played with, but don't tell her I said that. I think you will grow up to be better than her." 

She was excited that day, I had made a few good saves and I think that was the first time she really saw that I had the potential to be great. 

I remember the first game she was late to. I noticed immediately but we both pretended she was on time - she only made it to the last 10 minutes but I put it down as traffic or being caught up at training. She was busy, it takes a lot to be La Reina. 

I remember the first game she missed entirely. She wasn't there at the beginning and she wasn't there at the end. I was 13 and I didn't have a phone yet so I couldn't call Mami and ask her to come pick me up because Alexia was too busy. I told myself it was because she was too busy. I didn't want to say she had forgotten because that was too hard for me to handle. 

I remember vividly sitting outside the stadium as the sun set. My coach had asked where my sister was, I was a bit stuck with what to say but I managed to convince her I was fine and she could go home. 

Alba came and picked me up after work that night. It was dark and she looked sad but when I asked if she was ok, she just shrugged her shoulders and said everything would be fine. 

I found out from Mami a few weeks later that Alba was sad because I had never once been forgotten anywhere. Alba saw that as the destruction of our strong family. I suppose she was not wrong. 

Alexia never said anything about that game but she was at the next. She didn't take me out for ice cream after, instead patting my head and telling me she would drop me off at Mami's work. 

"I have things to do, Elena, I am very busy. Hopefully soon Mami will let you catch the bus on your own. Maybe Alba can take you soon so you know the correct routes." 

Her words hurt more than I could admit to myself, I told myself to stop being pathetic. Mami asked why I was crying when I walked into her office. I told her I had played terribly and she comforted me. I think she knew I was lying. I think that is why she had tears in her eyes when she released me from her grip-like hold.

Since that day, Alexia has been to 3 of my games. She went to one more of my old club games but she was sat beside Alba, her eyes glued to her phone the entire match. I was so unfocused that the ball deflected off my face and we conceded. I was taken off with a bleeding nose but when I looked up in the stands, my sister was still staring at her phone. Alba had run down the stairs and was by my side when I entered the little sick bay. 

I cried then too. Most people thought it was because of the bleeding nose or the conceded goal. Alba knew that wasn't the real reason. 

The penultimate game she watched was the final of the under 15s Catalonia cup. I don't know what she did during the game because Mami told me not to look up. She said she didn't want me to get distracted but I think she meant to say she didn't want me to get hurt. 

I think I still idolised Alexia at that point in time. She was still my older sister and she was still the best player in the world. She still had weekly dinners at home, although she wouldn't sit next to me and sneakily take all the food I didn't want off my plate anymore. She stopped staying to watch a movie after dinner even though my favourite part of the week was falling asleep in her lap as her hands combed softly through my hair. 

I remember when I was accepted into La Masia, Mami held a nice big dinner. It was right in the middle of covid so it was technically illegal, but we had a lot of my family over. Mami invited a few of the Barcelona girls as well and Mapi and Leila reminded me of what it used to be like before Alexia stopped loving me. 

The reminder of the before was more painful than I liked to admit, and the night ended when the tears that had been burning in the back of my eyes finally spilled out as I was talking to Mapi. 

She immediately pulled me into her arms and asked what was wrong and I struggled to find a lie that would be believable. 

I settled on saying I was upset about everything changing - which I suppose was true. 

I remember Alexia looking mortified and breaking eye contact as soon as I looked at her. She told me off that evening when Mami was in the shower and Alba was talking to someone else. She told me I needed to be grateful for everything I have been given and that she paved the way for me. 

It was even worse when she said I would never achieve the things she has. She said it was because I didn't have the mentality that she did, that I had it all so easy. 

It hurt the most when she told me she was disappointed in the person I was. 

"I hope we never share a shirt, Elena, because the day you play in the first Barcelona team is the day that we have run out of players. It will mean that football players are week and female footballers can not be weak. You do not have it in you to be like me, to do what I have done to get to where I am."

The venom in her voice sent a cold shiver down my spine and I felt like I had been stabbed. I didn't cry that time. I waited until I was in my bedroom to sob my heart out. 

The last time she ever watched me play was the next day, but she didn't have an option not to. I played terribly, my first game as a La Masia student, my sisters words repeating over and over in my head. 

That was really what tipped the relationship I once shared with Alexia on its head. The pedestal I had put her on was destroyed and suddenly she was just another player. I barely saw her as my sister any more. She couldn't love me, you wouldn't be able to hurt someone you love so much. 

I have barely seen her since. She still comes to our family dinners on Thursday nights - she still very much loves Alba and our Mami. But I tell Mami that I have training with Barcelona B late on Thursdays. It finishes at 6 and dinner starts at 7, but I just organise to go to my friends' houses for dinner instead. 

Sometimes we both have dinner together at home, but it is awkward and I hate it. I think she has probably forgotten about what she said to me in June of 2021, but I don't think I will ever be able to. 

She doesn't like me, but it's ok because I have learnt to accept that. But I will never not love my sister because she was once everything to me. 

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"Pequena Putellas!" Patri's excited shriek is what welcomes me into the dressing room on my first day. She tackles me into a hug and squeezes me tight. "It has been such a long time, mi favorita!" 

The last time I saw Patri was only last year at the champions league final. I had sat with my whole family but I went to the bathroom when everyone else went and spoke to the players. I don't think Patri would have seen me. 

I can only smile as she continues. 

"I remember you as the little 8 year old who would sit and watch our training sessions after school! I was so confused by you when I first arrived here, you know. I remember the first time Ale let you play a game with us and you were so good!" 

"Nobody doubted that you would be on this team one day!" A new voice entered the conversation.

"Marta!" I hugged the brunette closely. She was always one of my favourites. 

"I am proud of you, pequena putellas." 

Her words are familiar as I have heard them out of my mothers voice time and time again my whole life. But they seem foreign coming from Marta and it is an unwanted reminder of my sister. I don't know why - maybe it is because I have always associated this Barcelona team with her. I don't remember the last time she said she was proud of me. 

I don't remember the last time she said anything to me, really. 

"Gracias, Marta, I have missed you." I bury my head into her neck and she holds me closer. 

"You have not been around as much since you transferred to La Masia. I wanted to come and watch but Ale never extended an invitation and I didn't want to overstep." I shake my heads at her words and she frowns. 

"Alexia doesn't have time for my games, she hasn't for a while. It takes a lot to be La Reina." 

Marta's frown deepens at my words and the attention of a few spanish players is captured. I should have spoken quieter, I forgot how many people in here speak catalan. 

"It is ok, she is very supportive, but she just can't come to my games. She makes it up in other ways." I am lying through my teeth but Marta will never know. 

"I am sure, she must be very proud of you, being selected in this team for the first time, it is a big deal, you are very young."

All I can do is nod, my energy is all being put into holding back my own tears. I don't know if Mami told her. I don't know if Alexia even knows that I was selected. 

"Get changed now, I am sure Jona will want to talk to you before the session, especially with the game tomorrow."

I nod again as Marta pats me on the back and walk over to the cubby that says my name. It feels a bit surreal, really. 

I never really thought I would see my name on a Barcelona cubby, accompanied by my new number that I chose in the meeting a few days ago. It was always a dream, but I never thought it was achievable. Alexia always seemed like a superstar, a superhuman of sorts and I would never reach that kind of level. 

But here I am in the team that I always wanted to be in - in no way am I anywhere near my sisters level but I am on my way to being like her. I just wish she cared. I wish she was proud of me like Marta is. 

Her cubby sits across from me and I try to tear my eyes from it but it sits and stares right back at me. I feel like an intruder in Alexia's space, this is not for me, she would not want me to be here. 

I tie my laces quickly after that and head out onto the pitches to begin training. 

I have trained with the first team twice before, but the Barcelona Bs were always slightly seperate and we could keep our distance from the first players. Jonatan is a familiar face and I feel comfortable as he smiles and me and motions for me to follow the others to the gym. 

It is weird, being promoted within my own club. I am not so much a new signing, but a replacement - I am not good enough to be in the first team but they had no other options when Mapi injured herself. 

I used to worry that people would say I only get opportunities because my last name is Putellas. When my sister told me I was weak all those years ago, that idea sort of cemented in my head, I suppose. 

I never told my Mami what her daughter said to me because it would upset her. I told Alba half of it when she found me crying in my room a few days later but made her promise to not tell anyone. She couldn't say anything to Mami, Alexia, anyone at all because it would only make Alexia think I was weaker. 

She was furious and tried to tell me it was untrue but it had already been said. I believed Alexia's word more than anyone else. To me, she was a superhuman. 

But when I spoke to Jonatan a few days ago he made me feel like I was wanted within this squad. He made it clear that he wants me to integrate completely into the squad in the next few years and that he can see me playing soon even though I am only 15. 

I told him I didn't want anything special because of my surname. 

He told me that he chose me because of my first name. 

"Elena Putellas,"  he said with a grin, "you may be as good as her, but you are not your sister. This is a professional environment. As long as you perform, which I know you will, nobody will care what your name is."

It was a big boost to my confidence. 

Aitana Bonmati caught up to me quickly as I walked to the gym. 

"You are big now." I chuckled but did not look over, I didn't need to really. "But not that big. You are only 15, si?"

"Yes, I am 15." 

I met Aitana when she first joined the club. She always used to say that she would steal me and take me home with her because she thought I was adorable. It is strange that I am now sort of in the same team as her. 

She started playing for the first team when I was 8. I was older then, I played my own football and liked staying with Alexia so I could kick a ball around with her teammates when they were done. 

Aitana was one of the few who would stay every time I was there. When Alexia didn't want to wait she would drive me home herself, all the way to the other side of Barcelona. We would always stop for ice cream on the way home. 

"I have not seen you in too long, Lena. I have missed you a lot but you have been doing very well in the B team. I am very proud and I take credit for your abilities." She spoke in such a dead pan voice but it was somehow still filled with emotion. 

"I have missed you too, ABC." It was a nickname I gave her the first time she drove me home. I had been learning about the alphabet in English class and had the little song stuck in my head when she told me her full name. I used to sing her initials in the tune of the song but it quickly merged to me just saying the three letters. 

"I have been to a few of your games, you know?" 

I look at her in confusion, I have never seen her there. She just nods. 

"Alexia never invited any of us but she was never at the ones I went to so I would sit in the stands with a hat and glasses so people wouldn't recognise me, but I was there. I went to your La Masia games as well. You have become a phenomenal player, Lena."

She has always spoken with such sincerity. I have missed her a lot. 

"Maybe you can drop me off at home again tonight? I have missed you."

She chuckles and pulls me into a side hug. 

"I was waiting for you to ask, little Lena. Oh you are not so little any more!"

I chuckle as well and let my head fall onto her shoulder as we enter the gym. My eyes scan the room, looking at all of the players on their equipment, nerves quickly settling inside me. 

"Don't worry, it's all easy." Aitana seems to read my mind. "Just come with me and I will show you how to do everything. It will become second nature in the next few days."

The gym session went quickly as I was taught all the different exercises. I was familiar with most of them, having done a very similar program in the past with the B team. 

We went out onto the field to do some drills and I played well. Jonatan was impressed and so were the first players. My teammates? Maybe, not quite, I don't think. I still haven't been in a team list, so I suppose I'll be their teammate when that eventually happens. 

It wasn't until we reached the ice cream shop that Aitana started asking me all the awkward questions. I should have seen it coming. 

"Why do you never come to our games anymore, Lena?" I was very grateful for the scoops of gelato in my hands. Eating it delayed my response as I tried to come up with something to say. I shrug as I eat.

I can not say it is because I do not get along with Alexia. It is too hard for me to say now, even after all these years. 

"I'm not sure. I suppose I got busy with my own training and school. I have been to a few but I usually go home with Alba pretty quickly after they finish." It is only half a lie but she just shrugs, apparently not believing my words. 

"And why is it that I am driving you home from your first ever first team training? I thought Alexia would have wanted to." I anticipated a question like this but that does not mean I wanted her to actually ask it. 

"Alexia is busy." I hope that Aitana understands I don't want to talk about it. I haven't spoken about my broken relationship with my sister to anyone. I think she can sense something is wrong though, because she puts her spoon back into her ice cream and grabs my arm so I am staring right at her. 

"If you ever want to talk, I am right here, Lena. I know you don't like people knowing what is going on inside that crazy head of yours but it is good to release your feelings." 

She definitely knows something is wrong so I appreciate her not pushing. 

"I have outlets, I play football, I play the piano, I am ok, aitana, I really am." 

She eyed me as if to say she didn't believe me but dropped the topic anyway. 

"When did you get so good?"

chapter II

[farfromsugafanfic]

Rebound | Chapter One: Cherry Picking

Genre: College AU, Basketball Captain!Yoongi, Basketball Captain!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, slight Rivals to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: break up, implied cheating, cursing/sexual language

Synopsis: You and Yoongi always catch each other on the rebound. Notes: The first chapter! Enjoy x

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You hated the days where the girl's basketball team was forced to practice with the boys. It meant that you'd have to deal with the smell of boy sweat, being blatantly checked out, and many of the guys making fools of themselves as they tried to show off. Not to mention, you didn't like giving away your plays to the boy's team. Sure, you all played for the same university, but with an even amount of championship wins, this year, the competition was between the boys and the girls and who would be able to bring home another title that year.

And, you'd caught the boy's captain, Min Yoongi watching you as you ran through plays with your team. However, it wasn't the glances like you were used to from the rest of his team, the ones that lingered over your body and left you feeling like you needed a shower. No, Yoongi was watching each step of your foot, each time you faked a pass, or threw a basket. He was learning from you, and that was completely unacceptable.

You and Yoongi has been playing together since you were in high school. Now, as seniors in college, it was both of yours last chance to earn a championship for your respective teams. You both had previous championship wins, but the boys and girls never won a championship in the same year. And, this year, it was going to be yours.

"Yah, Min Yoongi! Why don't you come down here and show off your own strategy instead of stealing mine?!"

"I wasn't stealing," he said. "I was admiring." A smirk crossed his face quickly, fading so quickly you weren't sure it had even been there at all. "But, fine. Come on boys, let's play some defense."

Yoongi called over his team and instructed his starters to get into their respective defensive positions. His eyebrow arched as he got into position in front of you, his stance low and his arms out. Yoongi was known for his defense, in fact, it had turned many games. If your offense could beat Min Yoongi, it could beat anybody.

"Captain on Captain," he said, his momentary smirk returning. "Let's make this interesting. Whoever loses has to stay and clean up. Both locker rooms."

You shrugged, you often stayed for hours after practice anyway, but the thought of having to clean the boy's locker room made you want to throw up. However, you agreed—not willing to back down—and waited for the coach to blow the whistle, signaling for you to begin.

You began dribbling the ball and headed towards the basket. Yoongi was right there with you, his chest less than an inch from you. You stopped and passed the ball to a teammate before booking it over to the side of the basket where she passed it back to you.

It was a fairly simple play--the ball only being passed between you two--unless for some reason either of you was otherwise occupied. It depended on your teammates moving around to keep their defenders busy while the two of you used the free space to your advantage.

Yoongi attempted to catch the pass, his fingertips connecting with the ball, but you managed to catch it and throw it up at the basket before he could get a grip. The ball bounced off the basket and rebounded in your direction.

Yoongi managed to catch the rebound and started dribbling down the court. You defended him, but he was faster than he looked. You managed to get in his face just as he shot the ball up towards the basket, but it didn't faze him and the ball sunk into the basket.

You cursed under your breath. You turned--attempting to retrieve the ball--and your ass rubbed against Yoongi's thigh and you could practically hear the smirk break out across his face.

The game continued fairly uneventfully. The boys were two points ahead due to a lucky three point shot. It was the last half of the final quarter and you had to do something. You carefully signaled to your team to do a play that involved passing the ball excessively before one of your teammates finally passes it back to you and you go for the three point shot. You could think of nothing sweeter than winning by one point.

The play went smoothly with the ball coming back to you. Yoongi had only left your side for a moment in an attempt to catch the pass back to you, but as he quickly discovered what you were planning, he lunged towards you. Attempting to stop the ball from its ascent, he had too much momentum and smacked right into you. The ball's ascent becoming much sharper and landing far short of the basket.

You--on the other hand--had fallen straight backwards. Luckily, your butt broke your fall and you rolled onto your side and curled into a ball, out of breath from the shock. You heard the whistle blown--indicating that Yoongi fouled you--and it brought you back to reality.

Everyone seemed to be asking if you were okay, in a flurry of questions that only made you feel dizzy. You simply offered a quick nod and made your way to the free throw line. You easily made the two free shots, tying up the game.

The whistle sounded. "Games over," the coach said. "Looks like the teams are pretty evenly matched." He nodded at you and Yoongi. He dismissed practice and you turned to look at Yoongi.

"So, I guess the bet's off? Since we tied? We'll each just clean our own?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't mind doing both. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You laughed. "I'm fine, Yoongi. You've seen me take worse falls."

"I know, it's just--I caused this one--"

"Well, if you really want to clean the girl's locker room, it's fine. Just text me first or something so I can make sure everyone's out."

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You didn't register Yoongi's text as you sat underneath your office desk. Your legs pulled into your chest as you tried to steady your breaths. He had to have known you were in your office by now. He'd been at practice and was probably changing when he sent the simple text.

"I'm breaking up with you, Y/N."

You knew your now--ex-boyfriend had probably left already--probably already had another date lined up. God, you hoped it wasn't with one of the other girls on your team. Partially because of the awkwardness, but also, because every girl on your team deserved better than a boy who would break up through text.

You heard a hesitant knock on the door. You huddled down closer underneath your desk, hoping that if you could keep your sobs quiet enough, whoever it was would just go away.

"Anyone still in here?" you heard Yoongi ask, as he peeked into the empty locker in room. Your office was connected to the locker room, but the blinds on your window were closed and your door was closed. You pulled your legs as close as they could possibly get to your body and pressed your head into your knees, hoping Yoongi would clean and leave thinking simply that you'd left already.

You heard as he shuffled around the locker room picking up half drank water bottles and making sure all the locks were secure. Your sobs were building up in your chest and you feared you couldn't hold them back. You inhaled sharply, but the exhale came out shaky. You whimpered, trying to hold the tears back.

The nearly completely concrete room carried sound better than some music rooms and it was only a moment later the shuffling paused.

"Y/N?"

You stayed quiet, even forgetting to breath for a few moments. You weren't sure how he immediately knew it was you. Maybe it was because you were always known to stay after practice and do your homework or work on strategy, often not leaving until it was dark. Or, maybe you two had simply played long enough together he could tell you from the others on the team.

You phone vibrated, somehow reverberating off the walls. It was simply reminding you of Yoongi's unread text and you muttered a silent curse as you heard the shuffling stop once again.

"Y/N?" he asked again, this time approaching the door to your office.

You closed your eyes and tried not to notice how the light was suddenly blinding you, even with your eyes shut.

"Y/N, what are you doing down there?" he asked. "Wait, what happened?"

You opened your eyes and looked up at the boy who was crouched down in front of your desk and examining you with his frustratingly puppy like eyes.

"It's nothing," you said, crawling out from underneath your desk and leaning against it and crossing your arms. Yoongi followed you, standing up, but not leaving the room.

"It's not nothing," he said. "I haven't seen you cry this much since you broke your wrist at championships Freshman year."

"At least I made the shot though," you said, smiling for half a second before it faded.

"I-I didn't hurt you earlier, did I?"

You shook your head. "No, really, Yoongi, I'm fine. It's stupid."

Yoongi stood in silence, waiting for you to explain. He wasn't going to leave without an explanation or a fight, and you were too exhausted to argue with the boy. Normally, when you were grumpy, he was the first person you picked a fight with, but you hated him seeing you in your weakened state. And, you knew he would see through your attempts at trying to argue for what they were--trying to annoy him into leaving.

"Isn't Ji-yoo waiting for you?" you asked, your attempt at stalling causing him to sigh and release the tension in his shoulders. You knew mentioning his girlfriend was a sure fire way to piss him off, but the girl was sweet and a decent player. You honestly didn't want her to have to wait on your problems.

"Y/N, just tell me what happened. We've known each long enough. I'm not gonna tell any of the boys about this."

Your eyes shifted away from him and your hands gripped the desk, your knuckles turning white. You held back another sob that has built up during the conversation, feeling more pathetic than ever.

"Chan-woo broke up with me," you said. "He texted me a little before you did." The sob came out and you hid your face in your hands.

You felt Yoongi's body envelope yours. You immediately fell into his warmth, your face hiding in his black T-shirt. You could still smell his body wash and a small hint of a musky cologne. He'd obviously showered just after practice and you couldn't be more thankful as you took in his scent and you felt yourself relax against him and the desk.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice soft and deep. It was the voice he used when he pitied you. His arm tightened around your back and you propped your chin on the center of his chest. He looked down at you, his free hand coming up to carefully brush some of your still damp hair from your face. "I know we're not really friends, but I don't like to see you upset. What happened to the Y/N from high school? You were the one breaking hearts then."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes playfully. "Like yours? Remember when you asked me to homecoming and I said no?" You dragged your fingertip over his chest and felt his gaze harden. Not maliciously, but enough to make you pause.

Your body tensed again under his gaze. His dark eyes looking at you in a way you couldn't describe. His gaze felt warm, but it was like sitting too close to a fire, the sparks began to burn.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I do remember. I also remember driving you home after you got stood up that night."

You pulled away, losing his warmth was nearly painful, but you wiped your eyes, the tears having stopped spilling. The sobs were no longer in your throat, but you could still feel where they sat.

"Oh yeah," you said. "I, uh, forgot about that."

"I know you're upset, but you deserve better. You know that, right?"

"No, its okay. I know. He was a jerk, anyway, and I really should've seen this coming. I always saw the way he looked at the other girls on the team. I don't really know why I'm so upset about it. I know I shouldn't be cause he was probably cheating on me anyway, but--"

Yoongi's lips cut yours off. It caught you off guard, but your hands seemed to naturally gravitate towards his freshly washed and still half damp hair and your legs spread allowing him to come closer. His hands anchored to the desk on either side of your hips. The kiss was short, but heated, and when he pulled away you felt yourself yearning for him to come back.

"Stop talking about him," Yoongi said. "It'll make you feel worse."

"Yoongi, what was that?"

"You were rambling."

You couldn't help but let out a girlish giggle at his excuse. Yoongi's eyes seemed to soften when you laughed, but his posture was still tense, his hands still resting on either side of you, and his body still so much closer than you two got outside of the court.

"I never liked the way he talked about you in the locker room," he said, his head lowering slightly. His gaze falling from yours.

"Mmm, is that right? How'd he talk about me?"

Yoongi seemed surprised at your response, but his gaze shot back to yours. It had darkened though, from a look of concern to one of need.

"All the things he wanted to do to you," he said, his voice becoming raspy and breathless. You noticed his gaze slipping downward, although you had no idea where.

"Like what?"

Yoongi's right hand moved from the desk and onto your thigh, pushing up your basketball shorts slightly. His fingertips brushed the edge of your panties, but he didn't attempt to go any further.

"He wanted to fuck you on the court. Right at half court."

"Is that all?"

"Well, he was more specific, but I'll spare you the details."

Yoongi's face was dangerously close to your own, your foreheads nearly colliding.

"Don't guys talk about that stuff all the time?"

"Yeah, but it was different."

"Why?"

Yoongi knew you were baiting him, but as his fingers began to slowly massage the skin of your thigh, he seemed to care less.

"Cause it was about you."

"What makes me so different, Min Yoongi?"

He didn't answer the hair on his forehead tickling your skin.

"Is it cause you've known me so long I've become like a sister to you?"

"No," he said.

"Is it cause you have your own fantasies about me?"

Again, he didn't say anything, but he bit his lip and let out a shallow grunt that seemed to be in affirmation. "Just cause your glances are subtle, Yoongi, doesn't mean I don't notice."

His glance was less than subtle coming to rest at your lips and finally meeting your eyes full of something primal.

"What do you want to do to me, Yoongi?"

His lips brushed against the skin on your neck—testing the waters—and when your neck lulled back allowing him full access. He was eager and immediately his tongue came into contact with your skin and made you shiver.

"I want to fuck you on this desk," he said.

"Then, do it." One of your hands returned to his hair, while the other played with the hem of his T-shirt. "And, don't spare me any of the details."

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can i req a part 3 of lil bat baby and his weapons ): maybe one of the boys gets him small starter blades or smthn or ones w dulled edges

You sure can request! This was fun to write too... And my first post after being on a break so yay! Also, feel free to send requests. Also, it's a bit short, but none the less it's a nice shot. PART 1 and PART 2

Summary: The fam can't watch (Y/N) being sad anymore, so they compromise.

Bruce knew that his son was stubborn, even for such young age, but this has reached new heights. Completely. He refused to talk to anyone besides Alfred. He completely refused to talk and ignored them.

No amount of apologizes, gifts or offers to give him his favorite stuff (that weren't blades or guns) worked. Nothing. Zero. Nada.

Alfred enjoyed it all. He was always an advocate for giving (Y/N) some dulled down blades or even decorative ones. But Bruce didn't think it was a good idea.

How the tables have turned.

" (Y/N), please talk to us. We miss you. " Jason tried this Saturday morning. He just wants his little brother back. His favorite brother too.

(Y/N) turned his head to look at Alfred instead. Jason sighed, ready to pull his hair out. He didn't care what he had to do to get (Y/N) talking again.

" Okay, I can't. " Jason said, taking his cup of coffee and going back to his room. He couldn't do this with his brother.

Bruce took a sip of his own coffee. How stubborn can one person be? Apparently, if you are a little kid, you can go with with it. Damian watched (Y/N), clearly annoyed that he wouldn't talk to him either. He wasn't the one to take his blades. Or guns.

" (Y/N), you can't keep this up forever. " Bruce said, taking a bite out of his toast.

(Y/N) still didn't respond, refusing to communicate. Alfred just smirked, knowing that he was right. Bruce knew how to make things right again, but he didn't want to admit he was right. It wasn't easy to do so.

Especially if you are Batman. Then it's even more difficult. And far more sweet to the person who was right in the first place.

" Master (Y/N), how about you go find a place in the garden where we can have our tea? " Alfred said to the young boy. They had a tradition on the weekends to have some tea (or juice in (Y/N)'s case) and just gossip about the family members. It was fun time with Alfred, as (Y/N) would say.

(Y/N) nodded and happily skipped out of the room and into the garden.

" Master Bruce, I think you know what to do in order to make things right. " Alfred said, giving Bruce a knowing smile.

" Alfred, I can't give him blades. He is too young for them. Damian and Jason know how to take care of them and they understand that blades are some sort of toy, they are dangerous and can really hurt somebody. (Y/N) doesn't understand that. " Bruce explained to Alfred.

" I didn't think of sharp blades master Bruce. "

Bruce tilted his head to look at the butler.

" I thought of dulled down blades. Master Jason and Damian might have a heart attack when they hear it, but it is the best thing for (Y/N). "

Bruce just nodded, thinking it over. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea. Maybe, just maybe. Now he just needed to tell Jason and Damian.

(Y/N) was walking around the garden with Titus. Just because he wasn't talking with Damian, doesn't mean he can't steal Titus. He walked inside with the Doberman, walking past the living room with his brothers and father and Alfred. Bruce knew what he was going to do and he stood up, grabbing his son up.

(Y/N) screamed a little when he was picked up like a sack of potatoes.

" You aren't going anywhere son. " Bruce said, putting him on his lap as he sat back down on the couch.

(Y/N) crossed his arms, clearly not happy to be here with them.

" We know that you like blades, whoever, you don't understand how dangerous they can be. So, for the time being, " Bruce said, looking at Jason and Damian.

Damian took a little box and handed it to Bruce. (Y/N) raised his eyebrows, clearly suspicious. Bruce opened the box, (Y/N) still on his lap.

(Y/N) smiled so widely at the sight of the blades, all of them smiled slightly. Their brother is back.

" They are dulled, so we don't have to worry about you cutting yourself. Also, " Bruce said, turning one of the blades to give (Y/N) a look. It said: (Y/N)'s blades.

(Y/N) turned around and hugged Bruce. Bruce put the box down next to him to hug him properly. It felt nice to have his son back. (Y/N) moved to his other brothers to give each one of them a hug.

" Now we can have some fun! " Jason exclaimed, pulling (Y/N) into his lap.

Bruce gave Jason a look that could only be translated to really.

" Well, I have to teach how to take care of them. Now, take the box and lets go! " Jason said, laughing at the excitement of his brother.

(Y/N) took the box and waited for Jason to get going.

" Come on little bird. " Jason said, taking (Y/N)'s hand.

" We should have done this sooner. " Tim said, watching the pair go upstairs.

" Maybe we should have. " Damian said, trying not to smile.

Bruce didn't say anything, just nodded his head. Maybe they are right. Just maybe.

" I will check on them. " Bruce said, standing up.

It wasn't really to check. It was to get more hugs from (Y/N). And to make sure that Jason doesn't teach him how to use them. He can just have them, not use them.

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Fanboys

chapter 2: making friends

summary: follow y/n through her first day of the quarter!

word count: 1932

a/n: hehe I was very happy to make this chapter! I hope you enjoy! comment on the masterlist, send me a message or comment on this post to be added to the taglist!

When y/n’s alarm woke her up for the first day of Fall Quarter, she could already smell something heavenly cooking in the kitchen. As she dragged herself out of bed, she noticed it felt more like floating than dragging. Maybe this is why cartoon characters hover when they smell good food, she thought to herself, and she picked out her fit for the day.

Y/n figured that nothing could go wrong with lavender Nikes, an oversized lavender tank top tucked into pale gray sweats and a cute half up half down hairstyle with a scrunchy. She completed her look with a simple silver chain and matching hoop earrings, and of course she laid her edges, gelled her brows, and used some highlighter, opting to wait on lipgloss until she’d eaten breakfast.

She heard a knock on her door, and Nobara’s voice followed. “Y/n! Want to try my famous breakfast sandwich?” Before y/n could answer, Nobara opened the door, gasping. She eyed y/n up and down, then said, “I think I’m going to steal your style, because how have I never thought of pastels before?!”

Y/n felt her face heat up and she laughed. “If you can fit my clothes, feel free to borrow them whenever you want! But what’s this about a famous breakfast sandwich?”

Nobara blushed. “Actually, it’s not really mine. It’s our friend Toge’s recipe, but I stole it because it’s really good. But come try it!” She leaned forward and grabbed y/n’s wrist, dragging her out of her room and over to the kitchen counter, where Maki was already seated and chowing down, and two plated sandwiches were waiting to be devoured. Nobara sat in the middle seat, and turned to y/n. “Okay, get this. So, for starters, you toast these sourdough bread rounds, right? Then, you put mayo on each bread slice. Then, you put a piece of this super melty cheese on one of the slices. Then you make an egg over easy, so there’s still runny yolk in it, and add that. Finally, you put your lunch meat in the pan just to heat it up a smidge and put that on top, put your other slice of bread on top, and squish the egg so the yolk drips onto your plate and acts as a dipping sauce. I added seasonings to ours, but I didn’t know what you wanted on yours, so I left it plain and figured you’d tell me what you wanted next time. Now take a bite!” Nobara exclaimed, and y/n couldn’t help but see her as an excited golden retriever waiting to be called a good dog.

Y/n bit into it, and it tasted… “Good,” She said, “Way better than any Starbucks sandwich I’ve ever had. Thanks for making me food.”

Nobara beamed. “I like cooking, but I like eating Toge’s cooking more than anything. He’s just a genius at that stuff!” She sighed, seemingly day dreaming. I wonder if she likes that guy, y/n mused. Whoever he was.

In the middle of her morning class – a college success class – y/n’s phone dinged, and she mentally cursed herself for not turning it on silent beforehand. The few heads that swiveled in the sea of students quickly refocused their attention on the professor when he cleared his throat, and y/n mouthed a ‘sorry’ as she silenced it. Who was texting her this early?

When she checked, she noticed the name “tHe GwOrLz ChAt” in her text messages. That’s new, she thought to herself, and when she opened her phone, she hid a smile. It was her roommates.

Somehow, y/n couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous when the other students in her class started gathering their things. She felt butterflies in her stomach, her hands felt shaky, and she felt self-conscious, as if everyone in the room was watching her. Sure, maybe one or two students looked her way, but she wasn’t that famous. Not Lil Nas X famous, not even Em Beihold famous. She was more like… Avenue Beat famous, where she popped off with one song, and then got a steady enough following from that to be alright if she never went viral again.

Were these feelings first day jitters? Hardly. She knew what it really was. She wanted Nobara and Maki’s friends to like her, and if they didn’t? She stood the chance of losing her two new friends, and if their friends only saw y/n for her internet fame? She’d end up distancing herself and lose out on opportunities to spend time with the girls, because that’s what drove her out of her hometown in the first place.

As she made her way down the stairs, her shoes sounded like bricks on the floor to her ears, thudding almost as loud as her heart in her chest. She was so focused on her nerves, staring at her feet all the while, that she almost toppled over when she crashed into someone at the door of the classroom.

“O-oh!” Her voice cracked, “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” She asked the guy, and thanked her lucky stars she’d finished her sentence before seeing his face, because… wow.

Long, jet-black hair, melty dark chocolate colored eyes, and a handsome smile to match, along with a completely unfazed demeanor. When he smiled at y/n, she experienced a blank mind for the first time in her life. “I’m perfectly fine. Are you okay? You seem a little out of it.”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and opened them back up, confirming for herself that what she was experiencing was real and that she was, in fact, okay. “No, yea! I’m all good. Just wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry again.”

He smiled at her again, and this time, she noticed crinkles in the corners of his eyes. Somehow, a normal human feature for literally everyone was only sexy on him. “You’re okay,” he said. “See you around.” And walked away. He’s fine as fuck, y/n thought as she stood there, under a spell.

When he was out of sight, she finally remembered she was supposed to meet up with her friends. She hurried down the hall and out of the building, heading straight to the cafeteria, knowing she’d either spot them outside, or they’d spot her first.

“Y/n!” She heard her name being called, and turned to the right to see her two friends, and a group of guys — all ridiculously hot guys. She recognized each of them based on their descriptions. Yuta had his arm thrown around Maki’s neck and was giving her heart eyes, Toge was sitting next to them eating something, Nobara and Megumi were sitting next to each other sullenly, and Yuuji and Gojo were standing behind them, running around and laughing. From where y/n was standing, it looked like Gojo and Yuuji were the cause of Nobara and Megumi’s soured moods. Maki was waving to her, and Nobara looked up and over to y/n, her scowl being replaced with a smile of relief.

Y/n jogged over to all of them, and said, “Hey, guys! Where should I sit?”

“Oh! Sit right–”

“You can sit next to me, cutie. You know, I really like your music, but I’ve never gotten a tweet back. It breaks my heart, honestly.” Gojo cut Nobara off, tugging y/n by the wrist to sit down right next to him. As soon as y/n had come over, he’d quit his fooling around and had peered at her over his sunglasses, but she’d been too focused on the group as a whole to pay it mind – normally it would’ve left her flustered, but right then, all she was worried about was not making the entire group hate her.

“Oh, really?” Y/n asked him, “I see a lot of tweets from people, so I’m not super great about responding to fans on that account. Maybe uh, maybe I could retweet you?”

He pouted his lower lip. “Not even a follow back? After all I’ve done for you?”

Nobara cuts in. “All you’ve done for her is obsessively like and retweet all of her stuff and then invade her space bubble without introducing yourself, like the heathen you are.”

Gojo scoffed. “That’s called being a true fan. And anyways, I was about to tell you that my name is Gojo Satoru, but you can just call me Satoru. Am I allowed to call you by your real name, or do I have to call you Emile?”

Y/n felt Nobara’s glare and remembered what Nobara said. Never call him Satoru. “You can call me y/n, I’d rather that less people connected my face to my stage name.”

The pink haired boy sat down on y/n’s other side and said, “I’m Yuuji. I always wanted to know, what inspired you to start making music?” When y/n looked into his soft brown eyes, he looked like a sad puppy begging for a treat.

She laughed as she said, “Well, that’s a long story, but music’s always been there for me, and I’ve always connected with it emotionally.”

Yuuji’s face looked like it was buffering as he processed what she said. “I don’t know exactly what that means, but I think I understand half of it?”

Nobara rolled her eyes and chided him. “Then why did you ask her a complicated question if you weren’t gonna understand the complicated answer?”

Megumi said, “You’re expecting too much, Nobara.” His face softened a bit as he said, “I’m Megumi, by the way.” Y/n nodded at him, taking in his words at the same time that she took in his eyes being a deep, dark blue. They looked beautiful.

“And I’m Yuta! I hope we can become good friends.” Yuta said, planting a kiss on Maki’s cheek. “It’s what Maki wants, so it’s what I want, too.”

Maki furrowed her brows and lightly shoved him away. “Don’t say it like that! It sounds like you only care because I do.”

Yuta’s face reflected confusion. “What? I’m just saying that anything that matters to you matters equally to me. That’s not a crime!”

Y/n hid a smile. She knew what he meant, but it was sweet of Maki to worry about her feelings. “I think it’s nice, to have someone who values the same things as you.” She glanced over at the only person who hadn’t introduced himself yet, and her heart skipped a beat. It must be Toge.

He appears to perk up when their eyes meet. “I’m Toge. Nice to meet you.”

Y/n could feel in her bones that she would not be able to address them individually, so she said, “It’s nice to meet all of you, too.” She spotted that beautiful, raven-haired man from earlier heading through the cafeteria doors, and decided that was her cue to get up and grab food from the cafeteria. “I’m hungry. I’ll be back in a few!”

Everybody said their goodbyes, and when y/n entered the cafeteria, she gave a sigh of relief. She couldn’t believe she made it through that without embarrassing herself, especially after her mishap in her morning class. She was disappointed that she couldn’t see her gorgeous classmate, but she was not disappointed at the smell of seasoned food cooking in the kitchens. As she stepped into line and grabbed a tray, only one thought was on her mind:

This year is going to be very interesting.

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Happy Place Starters !

Taken from the 2023 novel by Emily Henry, Happy Place! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!

“We all went to school together but we live in different places now, so it’s hard to get our schedules to line up.”

“Oh, no, it was t a medical procedure. It was an Etsy spell.”

“Remember the first time you brought us her? That guy (Name) ghosted me, and you and (Name) made a PowerPoint about his worst qualities.”

“Wow, things descended into orgy territory pretty quickly.”

“I’ve never had friends like this.”

“Eight years, and you’re still never more than three feet apart.”

“(Name) tends to embellish.”

“You should try sending a big-ass nude painting of yourself ahead when you’re going to meet someone new. It’s always worked for me.”

“You’re staring. Suspiciously.”

“I’m sure plenty of murderers are punctual.”

“They told me it would be impossible to tell whether you were flirting or not.”

“Clearly you’re unfamiliar with the concept of the Regency-era duel.”

“Oh, I’m familiar, but since I rarely find myself flirting with the unwed daughters of powerful dukes, I figure I’m okay.”

“Oh, come on. We’re step-friends now. You might as well tell me.”

“I love sluts! Some of my best friends are sluts. I’ve dabbled in sluttery myself.”

“That’s right. I’m slow-release hot.”

“No. I’m doing this for the sheer pleasure of annoying you.”

“(Name), they didn’t know we’d been hooking up for a whole year.”

“So you proposed and they said no and then they proposed and /you/ said no?”

“You can’t shove a person into a dark room and tell them to relax!”

“(Name) got an air horn app.”

“Are there any places you go back to again and again in your dreams?”

“If you could have another life entirely, separate from this one, what would you do?”

“Overthinking is the thing I’m best at, though.”

“Do I make you anxious?”

“You ask a lot of questions, but you don’t like answering them.”

“Funny. Interesting. It’s like, pick a lane, buddy.”

“Just to be clear, you’re always welcome to touch me.”

“I’m voracious for physical touch. Can’t get enough.”

“Don’t worry. It was clearly vengeful grinding.”

“I’m not made of money, (Name). Water’s all I got.”

“I have never loved a grocery store like I love this grocery store.”

“”How is (Name) even alive let alone whooping and cheering?”

“I’m probably just tired. I always worry more when I’m tired.”

“Um, I literally just walked up. Did I catch you two in the middle of a drug deal or something?”

“Oh, you haven’t found yourself imprisoned with any other jilted lovers in the last five months?”

“Oh? Then what was it that made you finally kiss me, (Name)?”

“I want to know if you’re happy too.”

“I got great pictures of the body shots, by the way. Those will be perfect for the photo wall.”

“You don’t have to be fine.”

“It could still happen. Life’s long.”

“He looks like he’s the tormented leader of a motorcycle gang.”

“If we aren’t friends, what is this?”

“I finally stopped falling asleep to that humiliating memory one month ago and now I have to start all over.”

“The I want to go down on you face?”

“What’s that? Is that just global warming I’m feeling, or has hell frozen over and (Name) is actually agreeing with me on something?”

“(Name), I’m serious. Don’t you dare break my delicate angel’s heart.”

“You’re a mystery to me, (Name).”

“I’m hiring a hitman to take out (Name) for buying that last round of Fireball last night. Feel free to Venmo me your contribution.”

“You have the instincts of a Victorian women’s hospital orderly.”

“Lots of things start with me. That doesn’t make them good ideas.”

“I’m not sure I’m up for four hours of vampires.”

“That just means whoever finds the body has a boring job and wears sweater-vests.”

“If I’m going to be an ass, I’m glad to be yours.”

“They think they’re showing me off.”

“Wow. Being a washed-up former golden boy isn’t so bad after all.”

“Thank you, (Name), for saving them from themselves.”

“I know. I think that’s really why I went. To find you.”

“Moved back in with your mom and get high with her twice a week.”

“I can hardly believe it myself. The chemistry was undeniable, but it wasn’t enough.”

“That is so unbelievably on-brand.”

“The nuance being they can know something’s objectively terrible but if it’s even loosely connected to one of their family members, then it’s got to also be groundbreakingly special.”

“And here I thought it was the crosswords themselves getting you riled up.”

“Hey, are you guys doing drugs down there?”

“We are young, (Name). We’ll always be young. It’s a state of mind.”

“I can feel my blood. And these colors have tastes.

“I am definitely really high. But I’m also right.”

“So I guess some things change and stay the same.”

“It happened! We replaced our parents as the drunk-mom-on-vacation generation

“Tell me to kiss you, (Name).”

“Plus, I want to see if this place is as haunted as it looks.”

“I like how you talk to me like you expect me to understand what you’re saying.”

“I’m every universe, it’s you for me. Even if it’s not me for you.”

“Compared to the rest of our relationship, this is a brawl.”

“I’m great with parents, (Name). Talking to old people is one of my very few God-given skills.”

“Are you planning to stab me or something?”

“Because you’re good at loving and that’s all you have to do.”

“How can love end up like that? How is it possible to love someone so much and have it all just go away?”

“Do you want me to promise I’ll love you forever, (Name)? Because I will.”

“What’s one thing you’ll miss about these trips?”

“Stupid, stupid, stupid heart. Don’t you know he hasn’t been yours to cry over for a long time?”

“Breathe for a second. Rushing makes you clumsy, and we can’t afford to be clumsy.”

“So when they ask for my best qualities, I tell them I’m amazing in bed.”

“I hardly have any expenses right now—maybe you’ve heard: I live with my mom?”

“It’s amazing. Seeing you like this. So happy.”

“I wanted to be special, (Name). And since I wasn’t, I settled for trying to make everyone love me.”

“I am. I am still yours.”

“Thanks. I don’t work out.”

“You think they’re Postmatesing magic mushrooms to the table?”

“If I waited on all of you, this friendship would already be over.”

“So, what, you’re going to consciously uncouple from our friendship.”

“If I’m good enough, I’ll be happy.”

“This is what you wore to a fight?”

“Good. You should be at least a fraction as proud of yourself as I am of you.”

“Good. Don’t forgive me. Stay mad at me. Don’t get over me.”

“Love means constantly saying you’re sorry and then doing better.”

“I never learned how to fight.”

“I don’t know how fights are supposed to end when you love the person you’re fighting with.”

“It’s embarrassing! Being jealous of your own partner? I didn’t even tell (Name) until a few months ago.”

“I don’t need you to stay the same, (Name).”

“You don’t want that anger becoming fear. You want it turning into trust.”

“I told that one shitty poet you dated that I was a witch, and that if he ever contacted you again, I’d he’d him so his dick fell off.”

“Your fingers are cold.”

“All the more reason to give you a ride. These could be the last minutes of your life, period.”

“Because there’s nowhere I wouldn’t go for you.”

“I’d rather have you five days a year than anyone else all the time.”

“I’m saying it’s not home unless you’re there.”

“Because it makes me happy. And I don’t consider anything that does that a waste of time.”

“I’m never not going to worry about you.”

“What about you? Don’t you want to be happy?”

[countlessrealities]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name. Scotty

pronouns. they / them

preference of communication. Tumblr IMs or Discord (even if I’m selective with whom I hand my Discord to. We need to have talked at least a bit here before).

name of muse. I currently have 12 active muses (both canon and OCs), 3 test muses and 1 request muse on this blog. Mort of them are Rick and Morty muses (all versions of the two titular characters).

rp experience / how  long. I don’t remember for how long exactly I’ve been RPing. It has to be at least 8-10 years. I started on another site and then landed on Tumblr about 5-6 years ago.

best experience. I don’t have a specific episode that I consider the best ever, but in general the best experience for me is connecting with kin minded people and build a world of plots and interactions through of our characters. It’s always a lot of fun and very stimulating. I have a few people I’m especially grateful to in this sense and I hope I’ll have the chance to keep writing with them for as long as possible. And hopefully to meet more like them.

rp pet peeves / deal breakers. This calls for a quite the list xD No rules / muse(s) page. Drama / callout culture. DNI for specific characters. Cyber-bulling of any sort (and yes, this includes harrassing people for liking content that you consider “problematic”. If you do that sort of things, get away from my blog, grow the fuck up and get a life). Untagged posts / untagged NSFW, or too fancy tags that are hard to blacklist. Being a self-absorbed dick in general. People who ignore the starters / replies to ask you wrote for them. People who try to force their personal headcanons / views about my muses on me. People who use the “this is a hobby” excuse to be terrible to their writing partners and to not give back the effort people offer them.

fluff,  angst, or smut. Angst is one of my favourite things to write, so that’s definitely my pick. I still like a happy ending after navigating an ocean of feels, pain, trauma, broken spirits, crushed dreams and so on x’D But yeah, angst all the way. Fluff is good to balance more intense threads, so I don’t mind indulging in that too. As for smut, I’m extremely selective with it. I write it with trusted people only, and only when inserted in the context of a developed scenario / ship.

plots or memes. I’m definitely partial to plotting. I like creating long-term storylines, dynamics and arcs / verses. It’s really important for me to plot at least the general idea for first interactions especially, because it helps me getting an idea of what the other person is looking for.

long or short replies.  I’m a descriptive RPer, so I almost exclusively do multi-para and novella threads. Single para are for brief interactions / crack.

best time to write. I don’t really have a specific time. My inspiration comes and goes as it pleases, it could hit me at every hour of the day and of the night. I usually end up writing at night mostly because it’s when I have more free time.

are you like your muse. I share some traits with most of my muses, but I wouldn’t say that there’s a muse that is exactly like me. If something I’m a bit of a mix of some of them. I tend to be almost as cynic as Rick, I can be a bitch like Summer, and I struggled with bad anger issues in the past like Morty does and I tend to put up a facade / play a certain kind of persona for the world to see Like Blitzo. I’m not super easy to approach (even if it might not seem so), I have plenty of insecurities and I’m really socially awkward, traits that characterises a good number of my muses.

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[2-lines-and-a-circle]

What makes Leona Kingscholar a team strawberry member?

*please read this if you need context: Strawberry: 2 Lines & A Circle : An in-depth description: Strawberry (tumblr.com)

Yes, I know some may disagree with this but I just can’t help but feel that he’s a complete strawberry! I mean have you seen his smile! Okay, okay other than the obvious cute side to Leona, there is the factor that once he faces a problem he’s rather quick to come up with an answer to it. This can be seen with the Halloween event story 2, as Leona is fast to adjust to being transported to the world of the ghost. Such a characteristic is present in team strawberry, such as with Kyohei from Scandal in the Spotlight, who is very fast to come up with solutions to problems. For Leona’s tart side I would say that it would be his lazy but caring actions, if that makes sense. I mean, even though Leona is extremely LAZY he does have care behind them, such as when he allows the MC/Yuu to sleep in his room. 

Now for my recommendations, there’s quite a couple of people I would recommend. For starters, Kyohei from Scandal in the Spotlight is great for those of you who want a leader or headstrong man with a cute side. In the story you/Mc is the ghost writer for a top idol band and must work with whoever you pick to write a song. 

Leon from Star Crossed Myths just because both him and Leona are lions and have leo as their horoscope. Leon’s otome game follows a reincarnated goddess(Mc/you) and 6 gods who have sinned. 

Soryu Oh from Kissed by the Baddest Bidder is another who would be perfect because he’s sweet but not too overbearing. His story is that the Mc is sold in an auction but the guys save you by, well, buying you. I know it sounds bad but the story is great and if you read their P.O.V you'll know more about what really happened at the auction. 

Link to the Kissed by the Baddest Bidder prologue https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgcB888c0Fk&list=PL4NQUCRKB7P8tUI0_bU2MhOT5FCP73aEO&index=43 

Link to the Star Crossed Myth Prologue: 

Star Crossed Myths Prologue 

Link to the scandal in the spotlight prologue: 

Scandal In The Spotlight Prologue

Interested in finding out if he’s your match? Then feel free to participate in these events! They won’t end till I’m tired of seeing their beautiful faces! 

Tell me: 2 Lines & A Circle : Tell me about yourself! (tumblr.com)

Feelings in a letter: 2 Lines & A Circle : Feelings in a letter (tumblr.com)

Not so perfect: 2 Lines & A Circle : A not so perfect random date/hang out headcanon: (tumblr.com)

All Games can be found on the app Love 365. Available for the google app store and android. 

[thcrns]

hello loves i’ve been distracted by personal projects lately but i rediscovered one of my favorite albums by one of my favorite (now defunct :/ ) bands, so hit me with a like if you want a short lil lyric starter from it!! under the cut are the muses i’m feeling the most inspired by rn but my full muse page is in the source, feel free to pick whoever catches your eye <3

mackenzie “mac” dawson (m.ia g.oth)- she/her, 26, bisexual, adult film star

odette “odie” cameron (g.race v.an p.atten)- she/her, 25, queer, aspiring playwright/barista 

farrah wilkes (a.lisha b.oe)- she/her, 24, pansexual, witch

bobbie washington (z.aria s.imone)- she/her, 25, bisexual, head cheerleader/sorority president/grad student

rico mendes (b.randon p.erea)- he/him, 27, bisexual, comic book artist

josephine “josie” mendoza (m.aia r.eficco)- she/her, 23, bisexual, makeup artist

olive hayes (z.oe c.olletti)- she/her, 20, bisexual, babysitter/camp counselor

lydia deetz (a.lice p.agani)- she/they, 24, queer, mortician

sasha coleman (n.athalie e.mmanuel)- she/her, 34, queer, teacher

seth friedman (f.red h.echinger)- he/him, 22, bisexual, pizza delivery guy

quill goldstein (a.lex w.olff)- he/him, 24, bisexual, actor

francesca “frank” collins (m.aya h.awke)- they/them, 23, queer, drummer

yael selwyn (o.livia c.ooke)- she/her, 32, bisexual, musician

ophelia craft (m.ikey m.adison)- she/her, 23, lesbian, witch

roxanne “roxi” choi (j.ennie k.im)- she/her, 24, bisexual, potter/thief

[islandofmuses]

This is a low activity blog

*Hello* everyone, my name is Sandra, you can call me Sandy or by my full name, as you wish, I’m 34 and I’ve Rplaying on tumblr since 2012, took a break around 2016 as my real life got in the way, and I’ve been back since late 2020.

I like to think of myself as a friendly person, I’m always willing to chat.

My ask is always open, I’m willing to do cross-overs and fandomless threads for my muses, I’m more than willing to write with ocs, everyone is welcomed! never be afraid to poke me of you wanna write, also if we’ve been interacting for a while feel free to ask for my discord!

Rules under the cut!! 

Muses & Muses

Open Starters

Rules under the cut!

Frist of all, I’m a very opened person so never be scared to ask me for plots, even if you think they don’t fit, I’m sure we’ll be able to come up with something.

I’m of age and so are all my characters but I will not write smut. If our characters are in a relatioship, I’m okay with the leading up to, but there’s a point I’m going to ask you to fade to black, please respect that, I do not like to write full on sexual scenes do not push me into this. Goes without saying, if you’re a minor then, I’m sorry but as 34 year old person, I’d rather not write with you.

If you have any questions, want to chat, want to plot ALWAYS feel free to reach out.

Replies will be slow, I am adult with a job and other hobbies and blogs, so sometimes its going to be hard to catch up, feel free to poke me if I’ve gone too long without replying.

I am willing to do Discord RP, but I need to have interacted with you, at least ooc a couple of times to feel comfortable doing so

It goes without saying : NO FORCE SHIPPING!!!!

English is not my main language, please understand and excuse me if I make any mistakes, as much as I put in the efford sometimes it happens.

My opens are mutuals and non-mutual unless stated otherwise. And always opened to be picked up at any time.

As for following, I’m not that selective, usually I always follow back, however if I don’t, please don’t take it personaly, it’s either me not wanting to approach certain plots, or wanting to take myself away from certain things for my own sake. If I follow you and than unfollow after a while, it simply means we probaly never interacted and I want to keep my dash clean, which leads me to the next point, I will unfollow if you don’t cut post and I have to scroll trough a lot, I’m sorry, its nothing personal, but its a bit annoying to me. However this doesn’t mean I won’t write with you.

Regarding Fcs, as long as you’re not using someone under 18, someone who asked not to be used, or has done some really bad things then its fine. You should be able to pick whoever you want, and I don’t chery pick fcs, I care about your character not the FC you use for them. If you have low resources or none at all, its not really my place to not write you over that, I’m okay with not using GIFs, icons etc. In the end we’re here to write, right? 😁❤️

I also ask of you not chery pick my fcs either. I understand if you’re a fan of someone I’m using, and of course I will write that character with you, but please look at the character not their face. I’ve had some bad experiences with this, which is probably why I like to stick with mostly underused fcs for my characters.

I’ll do my best to TW anything I see that can cause triggers to other, but if you see anything in my content that I’ve forgeten to, pease feel free to tell me.

I like ships as much as everyone, but I don’t usually plan ships, unless with my closest RP friends, I usually go with chemistry.

Goes without saying I do not tolarate any kind of drama, I’m only here to write and have fun, so please be respectful!

That is all, thank you so much for reading all this, the rules as mainly for you to know what I’m opened to, so there’s no confusion on any of the parts, have a good day and happy writting!!

[beardedmrbean]

Are you feeling festive this year? Are you also an avid traveller? If so, you’ll want to add Bulgaria to your list this Winter. Whilst Bulgaria is primarily an Eastern Orthodox country, like many, Bulgarians celebrate Christmas on the 25th of December, with celebrations starting weeks prior. Interestingly, Bulgaria is known for being one of the oldest countries in Europe, with a population surpassing 6.8 million. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, cities like Sofia are decked out with Christmas decorations alongside endless markets, making it the perfect destination for festive tourists alike.

If you plan to visit Bulgaria this year, you should know about a few Christmas traditions. For starters, before you go, make sure to practice saying "Vesela Koleda!", which means "Merry Christmas!" in Bulgarian.

1. Christmas Lasts 3 Days in Bulgaria

Christmas starts on the 25th when Bulgarians believe Jesus Christ was born and lasts for another two days. During the following two days, the people of Bulgaria honour those who carry the names Hristo, Hristina, and Joseph on the 26th and those with the names Stefan, Stoyan, and Stefka on the 27th.

2. Carolers

According to Visit My Bulgaria, in Bulgarian culture, carolers, also known as Koledari, will go from house to house throughout Bulgarian villages on Christmas, starting at midnight on Christmas Eve. These groups usually consist of young men dressed in traditional Bulgarian costumes, but the costumes can often vary from region to region. The motivation behind this tradition is said to protect against evil spirits. So, Christmas carolers are often rewarded with food as a gesture of goodwill as they go from house to house throughout the night.

3. Christmas Markets

Whilst Bulgaria's Christmas markets aren't the most famous in Europe, they tend to get in tourists' good books, and it's not hard to see why. For example, Sofia, the country's capital, hosts the most famous Christmas market each year, known as Kolidariya. The market is held in Borisova Gradina Park from the end of November until early January. The market is famous for its traditional Bulgarian feel, with many delicacies on offer, such as grape brandy and rose oil.

4. Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve (Badni Vecher) in Bulgaria is associated with more activity than the big day itself. As a tradition from the Orthodox Church, Bulgarians are required to fast for the entire day, and many start fasting 40 days before Christmas. Christmas Eve dinner is also just as humble. The meal usually consists of seven, nine or eleven dishes following symbolic numbers in the bible. A delicious, traditional bread is also prepared, which family members can enjoy amongst each other. A coin is traditionally hidden within the bread before the delicacy is baked. It is believed that whoever gets the chunk of bread with the coin will be the richest in the coming year. What a treat! However, suppose you're not amongst Bulgarian company this Christmas but want to try and bag some good fortune. Then, there are plenty of ways to try your luck over the festive season, with plenty of great casino games available to play online. There are even fantastic slots with Christmas themes, such as A Christmas Carol, All About Christmas, and Christmas Bonanza. Players can play for free at sites such as VegasSlotsOnline, or use their trusted reviews to find the best real money casino sites. You don't have to travel to Bulgaria to increase your chances of winning. The process is simple: choose a licensed casino, pick a slot, insert your money, select your pay lines and hit the spin button to bet.

6. The Christmas Tree

More than ever, more Bulgarians are choosing to opt for artificial Christmas trees instead of the real thing. An old tradition from the Communist era, which many Bulgarians still follow today, involves wrapping walnuts and other objects in tin foil and hanging them on the Christmas tree. These tiny crafts allow for unique, festive decorations that are fun for the whole family.

Whether you’ve been invited to spend Christmas in Bulgaria or you want to have some Bulgarian-inspired activities at home this year, these Christmas traditions will allow you to soak up the Bulgarian culture during the most wonderful time of the year!

If you’re interested to learn about more Bulgarian traditions such as how Bulgarians celebrate New Year's Eve, you’ll be pleased to know that the country has even more traditions on display with concerts, fireworks, and baked goods. You can read more on Novinite’s article about New Year in Bulgaria.

[melonthesprigatito]

Look, I love Pokémon Gaia to bits. It's my favourite fan game. It it so faithful to the official Pokémon games that it FEELS like an official Pokémon game, minus the anachronism of seeing Gen 4-6 Pokémon in a GBA game. But there's just… One… GIANT FLAW.

There's a market where you can purchase Eggs that can hatch into every single Gen 1-6 Starter Pokémon + approximately 20 other rare favourites like Riolu, Zorua, Vulpix, Axew, Togepi etc which sounds FANTASTIC for team building, right?

Except this wonderful amazing Egg Market is located in a City that you can only visit JUST BEFORE THE EIGHTH GYM where your team would be around Level 50 so if you want to use any of these newly hatched cool Pokémon on your team, you have to level it up 49+ levels.

Seems like a HUGE oversight to put it so late in the game?!?!

Especially because Pokémon like Houndour, Vulpix, Torkoal and all the Fire Starters are only obtainable as Eggs from this market which leads to a severe lack of Fire Type options to add to your team if you didn't pick Chimchar or Piplup as your Starter (because you get a free Charmeleon if you pick Piplup. If you pick Chimchar you get an Ivysaur) I think the only other Fire Types you can get before the Egg Market are Talonflame, Pyroar and Flareon.

Wanna know the worst thing about it?! THIS COULD EASILY BE SOLVED!

This is where the Egg Market is, in Edashore Town. Seems like a pretty late game town, right? It's on the other side of the map from the first Gym location, where my character is.

Except… THIS IS WHERE THE THIRD GOD DAMN GYM IS! THERE IS LITERALLY A SINGLE ROUTE CONNECTING WINDMIST CITY AND EDASHORE TOWN. THE ROUTE IS LITERALLY CALLED EDA-MIST HEIGHTS! NAMED AFTER HOW IT CONNECTS THESE TWO SETTLEMENTS!

But it's blocked off by an NPC!

The Third Gym is a WAAAAY more reasonable place to be able to access the Egg Vendor! Your team is in your mid-late Level 20s at this point! So leveling up a Level 1 Pokémon to Level 20s is much more convenient!

The other two Routes connected to Edashore Town are a bridge to the east and a cave to the south. If you want to put a roadblock in to stop players from accessing the late game routes, just say the bridge is broke and there is a cave in. Those are way better excuses to not be able to progress than "THIS NPC CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

Edashore Town could have been a fun bonus town to visit while you're levelling up for the Third Gym but NOOOOO. Seriously, whoever made Pokémon Gaia needs to fix this.

[redemptivexheroics]

I posted 5,185 times in 2022

2,369 posts created (46%)

2,816 posts reblogged (54%)

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I tagged 4,703 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#are you speaking to queue? - 997 posts

#misadventures of the untamed - 762 posts

#gods among us [dceu crossover] - 491 posts

#inkdreamt - 491 posts

#diana - 385 posts

#gods among us verse - 278 posts

#originals verse - 228 posts

#kol mikaelson - 211 posts

#entangledmuses - 184 posts

#hunter verse - 153 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#wish i could provide a screenshot but i deleted the ask and i didn't get an email notification for it. but fuck whoever that person was.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@sonoftartessos​

Aphrodite was in a rush and wasn’t minding where she was going, she was late for a little bonding time with Athena and soon as the elevator from her flat came to the lobby floor she rushed out of it immediately and bumped into a guy knocking him down while making her stumble. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry, here let me help you up” Aphrodite said as she helped the poor guy to his feet dusting him off. “I’m really sorry but I’m in a rush” Aphrodite said a she quickly made for the doors. 

29 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#4

@inkdreamt​ Liked For A Zeus Starter 

“Don’t hold back Diana, stop worrying about the fact that I’m your father and pretend I’m Cronus, you can’t hold anything back if you find yourself in confrontation with him” Zeus said as he threw Diana off, much rougher than what he usually would, he needed her to be prepared knowing that Cronus would most likely not hold anything back or be worried because she was his granddaughter. “You need to treat me as if I’m your enemy, not your father”

30 notes - Posted February 23, 2022

#3

Feel free to feel this out...

30 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#2

@bcbliophile​

Ares walked into his manor after a trying day, first that insufferable father of his had tricked him into attending a family meal that went sideways as soon as Hermes showed up, then some stupid mortal tried to buy his company, he needed a drink before he decided to murder someone out of sheer annoyance. Of course his mood was not improved when he noticed his desk chair facing the window and someone was clearly occupying it. “I don’t know who you are but you picked the wrong day to be a nuisance, I’ll...”

Ares froze when they turned around. “Bloody hell, Alona, you almost caught my wrath. You know there is such a thing called a phone, you can do one of two things call or text? You almost got thrown out the bloody window” 

30 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Like this for a starter...message me if you want to plot otherwise I will throw something out completely random. 

49 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

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