#National Drive-In Movie Day

[murderousink23]

06/06/2023 is World Pest Day 🦟🌎, National Applesauce Cake Day 🇺🇸, National Drive In Movie Day 🎞🇺🇸, National Gardening Exercise Day 🇺🇸, National Yo-Yo Day 🪀🇺🇸, National Higher Education Day 🇺🇸, Russian Language Day 🇺🇳

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

THE DRIVE- L. HOWLETT

Pairing- Older! Logan x Mutant! Fem! Reader (Enemies to Lovers)

Word Count: 2.6k (an introduction to the series)

Summary: After being put on the goverments watchlist for being an "unsafe" mutant, Logan 'jumps' (tackles) to the rescue, taking you to the X-Mansion. However, you and Logan do not get along... at all.

Warnings: mentions of violence and guns, swearing, logan and y/n not getting along, crying, reader kinda thristing over logan (as one does)

**authors note/ things to note: this may not be lore accurate/ canon because i haven't watched the x-men movies since i was younger, so its roughly based off what i can kinda remember hehe. y/n has jean greys powers, and jean does not exist in this universe, this is nemies to lovers- but a slowww burn :)

"all this sympathy is just a knife, why I can't even grit my teeth and lie? ifeel all these feelings i can't control..."- sympathy is a knife, charli xcx

“I don’t like you.” you stated plainly, crossing your arms with a huff. This was the most blunt you had been with anyone, ever. But you couldn’t help it.

You had known Logan Howlett now for an hour, and it was an hour you would never get back.

“You’re not s’possed to like me kid. You’re supposed to listen to me, which you’re failing miserably at.” the older man growled, barely looking over at you from the driver's seat. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he slammed down on the gas.

You were thankful in that moment seatbelts were invented.

You bet ten dollars Logan was around when they came up with the idea.

He was an asshole.

He was tasked with the mission to get you to safety- as you were a “rogue” quote on quote mutant as the public called your kind. It made your head spin, not only from Logan’s driving but the sheer weight of it all.

One morning you were pouring your orange juice, the next the national guard was surrounding your house, and a man who happened to have claws shoot out of his knuckles had dived and tackled you as the gunfire started.

Now you were here, in an old rusty truck- speeding down a back road through the woods with an old man who seemed to hate everything. On the run, on your way to the mutant academy- to start over, and to learn how to control your powers.

Or so you hoped.

Logan wasn’t making the trip there very pleasant though.

“I’m listening to you. And even if I wasn’t- do you blame me?! After what just happened I don’t know- maybe an hour ago?!” you rolled your eyes, glaring at him hard enough to leave laser beams through his skin.

“You’re a mutant. Get used to it.”

“Get used to it?!”

He shrugged. “That’s what I said, ain’t it bub? I was tasked to take care of you and get you to safety, so I’m doing that. Doesn’t mean you have to like me.”

You huffed, staring out the window at the trees that blurred together, dark leaves falling on the ground as you whipped by. “I don’t like you.”

“Yeah, I picked up on that kid.”

“I’m not a kid, you know.”

He snorted, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Sure.” It was silent in the car for a few minutes, minus the crackly radio, the station starting to cut out as you ventured deeper into the woods.

You leaned forward, turning it off. Silence.

“So… are you actually two hundred?” you asked meekly, darting your eyes over to stare at him. Even if he was a dick, he was handsome as hell. You couldn’t even deny that.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask someone their age?” he mocked.

“Sorry, I forgot elders were sensitive to that kind of thing. Let me know if you need help getting your walker from the back.” you snapped back, as he showed teeth at you- growling.

Good. Piss him off as much as you could, so when you got to the academy he would leave you alone.

He muttered something under his breath, something about how kids these days have no respect (despite you very much not being a child), and you tuned out.

With a sigh, you leaned your head against the window, the events of today taking a toll on your body. You looked up at the clouds rolling by, until they faded away to black.

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Strong arms carried you, and you curled into the warmth they provided, hands clinging to a rock hard chest. You yawned, savouring the rocking motion, until it stopped.

Your eyes fluttered open, blinking quickly as you adjusted to the dimming light. It was dark out, stars replacing the clouds from earlier- and two dark orbs stared at you intensely.

You squeaked, stumbling down to your feet, backing away from Logan quickly.

“Good morning.” he smirked at your sudden reaction, your frown lines deeply etched in your forehead compared to how they were a few seconds previous.

“What are you doing?!”

“Walking you to our room.”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head.

“Our room?! And I can walk by myself, thank you very much.” He snorted, jangling the keys in his pocket. “Really? I didn’t know you could sleep walk.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“Can’t. Already tried.” he said, unlocking the door with a click. 106 was scrawled across the wooden door, and the strong smell of lemon cleaning supplies nearly suffocated you as he stepped inside.

He must have stopped at a motel somewhere along the route- in the middle of nowhere. It was older, not as old as him- but aged. It must have been quiet, you assumed- because Logan didn’t seem like the type of guy to willingly choose to be around people, especially not when on the run.

As shitty as the situation was, you were thankful for a place to sleep, and for a proper bed. The car seatbelt and window was not very comfortable, your neck aching from it rolling down during your nap.

You stepped inside, noting the very obvious couples room, a large bed in the middle of the room, with no pull out couch. You gulped.

“I’ll take the floor.” you stated, as he closed and locked the door behind you. Unease lingered in your stomach.

Please god, do not make me sleep with the Wolverine. I do not have the strength, nor patience today.

“Don’t be stupid girl.” And that was that. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it on a little table, flickering on a little side lamp.

You were stunned into silence. You tried so hard not to look.

So. Damn. Hard.

But his muscles were on display, so much so they might as well be their own art exhibit.

His white tank top clinged to his tan skin tightly, and you watched his muscles flex, dog tags jangling on his chest as he snagged a pillow from the bed and tossed it on the floor.

You quickly looked away before he caught you staring, and taunted you for it.

“I’m going to shower.”

No reply. You bit your lip, turning around quietly and tugged your skirt down as you walked in the bathroom and shut the door.

No amount of scrubbing of the shit hotel loofa could get the grime of the day off your skin- soap foaming as quickly as it sputtered down the drain. You tried to stay in the shower as long as you could- dreading the awkwardness that the night would entail- but soon the water turned ice cold.

Shivering, you rinsed off your hair, cranking the taps until water dripped faintly. Wiping the mirror, you stared at yourself in the reflection.

A long scratch darted up your neck, little ones dotting across your arm. You wished you had Logan’s healing abilities. They were ugly, harsh and jagged- standing out like a sore thumb.

You hoped your pjs covered it, you thought, as you wrapped a thin towel across your body, acting as a corset the way it caused your breasts to pop.

Then it hit you. You didn’t have pjs. You didn’t have anything but the clothes on your back (bathroom floor).

Fuck. Could this get any worse?

Not only did you have to sleep in the same room as Logan, you had to ask him for clothes?! Taking a deep breath, you opened the door a sliver, its loud creak echoing throughout the entire room.

“Uh… Logan?”

“Mhgm.”

You poked your head out, eyes darting to survey the space- seeing your bed untouched, long legs poking out from the other end on the floor.

“I- uh.. kinda forgot pjs.”

Nothing, and then a loud laugh emerged from him, his body shaking from the sheer sound of it. “Course you did kid. Here.” he tossed a black t-shirt your way, and it landed on the carpet with a plop.

It would be massive on you, you could already tell- but it was something. Usually you had to go on a few dates and sleep with a guy a few times before you got to this stage. Not an option this time.

You quickly stepped out and grabbed it before he could look up at your (barely) covered body, shrugging it on in the bathroom.

It smelt like him, like whisky and smoke, cider and fresh cut grass. It was comforting, in this moment of chaos. You breathed in the fabric, resting your head against the wall.

Your lip wobbled, hot, salty tears slipping down your cheeks as you gasped for air.

It hurt. Everything hurts.

You were exhausted, hungry and more anxious and overwhelmed than anything. The shock had started to fade, your hands had started to shake and you couldn’t help but break down.

You didn’t care if Logan heard you. The tears continued to fall, body heaving as sobs tore through your body. How was life so unfair? So cruel? Things had changed so fast- and you hadn’t asked for your abilities. You didn’t even know how to control them yet.

But that was what made you dangerous to the government. You thought, growing even more angry with yourself. But how was it your fault?

It made you sick. You just wanted to go home, lay in your own bed and eat your own food, to see your friends and go to work. You never thought those words would leave your lips- but it was true. It was routine, and it was normal.

You felt normal, when you were filing paperwork, talking on the phone to clients. As boring as it could be at times, it was steady.

And now?

You were bouncing around like a ping-pong ball. A coin had been flipped, your fate plastered on either side- and you had lost the draw. Taking a shaky breath, you attempted to regain your composure before facing the judgemental beast outside.

Your eyes were puffy, cheeks sticky and warm with drying tears. Wiping your face, you found the courage to slink back into the main room, flicking off the side lamp Logan had left on. If he had to shower, he could find his way in the dark.

You were sure he could see in the dark- all wolves could- couldn’t they?

Slouching into bed, you gripped the thin sheets tightly- cocooning yourself to try and stay warm. The air was on full blast, despite it being chill outside- and you assumed you had Logan to thank for that.

Great. I’m going to get hypothermia before I even get to the fucking school.

“Do you have to have the air on full blast?” you asked, looking over the side of the bed, watching as Logan crankly peered an eye open.

“Yes.”

“Well could you I don’t know, survey the scene and see it’s cold outside already?”

He huffed.

“I’m warm. I’m always warm.”

“Well that’s not my problem. Be considerate wolf.” you rolled your eyes, hugging the sheets tighter to your body.

“Deal with it kid. It’s staying on- if you don’t like it, sleep outside.”

Well that made you sit up.

“You’re such a dick.”

“Yeah getting a motel room and letting you have the bed- real dick move eh?”

You huffed, gritting your teeth together. This man was pushing your buttons more than they had ever been pushed before. You hated how much he got under your skin. It was like you had your own set of claws, that only he could set off.

“Well I shouldn’t even be in this situation.”

“Yeah we all think that. Shut up and sleep.” he growled, rolling over to face away from the bed.

“You could at least have some respect.”

That was all you asked for, anyways. You had shown him it even when you were in deaths way, thankful for him for saving you. He didn’t show an ounce of it back.

“I’m not giving you any sympathy, if that’s what your asking.”

It felt like a knife had stabbed you in the back, twisting your insides. You whipped up again, throwing a pillow at his face.

“I’m not asking for your fucking sympathy you old piece of shit!” you yelled, earning nothing but silence in return.

He was over you.

Fine. You could do the exact same thing- but better.

Turning your back to him (a dangerous thing to do, you thought), you squeezed your eyes shut and listened to the hum of the air conditioning unit.

Not long after, the weight of the day pulled you back under the waves of sleep again.

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“Wake up kid.” a gruff voice called out to you, a firm hand shaking you. You awoke with a start, blinking until the room came into focus.

Two beaded eyes stared at you narrowly from above you, rolling as you mumbled. It was still dark out, as no light showed through the thin curtains.

The clock read 5:00 and you sighed.

“Breakfast on the table. Get dressed and we’re leaving.”

“Good morning to you too.” you grumbled, rubbing sleep out of your eye. A very stale looking muffin sat on the table, next to Logan’s black coffee.

“Why are you feeding me?” you asked, walking over to take a dry bite. You were famished. Eating anything completely slipped your mind.

“Because Charles would kill me if I didn’t. I said I’d look after you. You can’t starve.”

“Jeez I thought that was the plan all along.”

It tasted like sand in your mouth as you took a bite. You were grateful for it, nonetheless. “I never said I wanted you to starve.” he grumbled to himself, taking a long sip from his mug.

“It was heavily implied.” you spat, turning over the mini coffee bar, finding a kettle and a bag of earl grey. You waited for the water to come to a boil, the kettle screaming at you while you poured it.

You were ready for this day to be over and it hadn’t even begun yet. You had a feeling you would have to get used to it- or else it would eat you alive.

Just like how Logan looked right now- like he’d tear your limbs from you and chew them. You wouldn’t put it past him.

“When you finish that we’re leaving. You got five minutes.” he said, grabbing the truck keys from the table. “Five minutes? I haven’t even had a chance to wake up yet!”

“Too bad. We gotta go kid.” He slammed the door hard behind him, rattling the frame as he unlocked the vehicle.

“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, asshole.” you mumbled under your breath, chugging down the rest of your tea as fast as you could. If you were back home you would have the morning to lounge around in a bathrobe, sipping your tea slowly with a book and some fresh fruit.

The odd time you would use your powers to move the toast to the toaster, or to move your slippers to your feet. But that was no longer the case.

The tea tasted bitter as you chugged it, burning your throat. You shrugged on yesterday's clothes, running into the bathroom to splash cold water on your face.

The front door swung open and before Logan could protest- you bolted out the room. “I’m out, I’m out. Jesus.” Scrambling to the front seat, you watched as Logan glared over his shoulder, slamming the door.

It was going to be an extremely long drive.

[matan4il]

Every once in a while, the magnitude of the Hamas massacre hits me all over again.

I'm not sure most people get it even now.

In absolute numbers, it is one of the three deadliest terrorist attacks in human history (second or third worst, depends on which estimates you trust for the Camp Speicher massacre), but if we take it in relation to the size of the population in the attacked country (which we should, because terrorism by its very nation seeks to victimizes through psychological trauma the entire target population, and not just those who were physically affected during the attack), then what Hamas did IS the single deadliest terrorist attack in the entirety of human history.

But it's even more than that.

Never, in any other attack, have the terrorists taken over as much land as Hamas did on Oct 7. ENTIRE TOWNS were under complete control of the terrorists, some for SEVERAL DAYS (I specifically remember watching a report on one town, where combat with the terrorists was still taking place on Oct 11, meaning on day 5 of this terrorist invasion into Israel). ENTIRE TOWNS WERE OCCUPIED. BY TERRORISTS. There's not a single Hollywood action movie dealing with such a scenario, because NOTHING OF THIS SCALE HAS EVER HAPPENED BEFORE. Imagine waking up and hearing in real time that the northern half of the American states Washington, Idaho and Montana has been taken by terrorists, who are driving through the streets freely, as they murder, pillage, rape, torture, maim, burn and kidnap people, and almost no one's there to stop them.

And then imagine the world expecting the US government to just... let the terrorists retreat to the other side of an international border in the north, after having murdered over 40,400 American, most of which are civilians, almost 183,000 more injured, and while taking with them across the border over 8,450 American hostages, to God knows what awful fate, for how long, or if they will even ever come back alive. Entire communities and regions would be devastated, without knowing if they'd be able to rebuild. The total would be more than 230,000 Americans directly impacted (I've adapted the real numbers from Oct 7 to the size of the American population... Remember the horrendous 9/11 attack, which saw 2,977 victims killed and a few thousands more injured, and think of what would be the emotional punch of over 230,000 direct victims).

Imagine expecting the US to let that go, and allow those terrorists to continue existing and ruling the land on its northern border. Imagine expecting the US to do so while this terrorist organization openly declares that it will repeat this large scale massacre whenever possible, until the entire country is destroyed.

And please don't come at me with "Fine, Israel can react, but not like this." Unless you have the military expertise to explain exactly how Israel can protect its people from this attack ever being repeated, and to free all our hostages, without civilian casualties (despite Hamas intentionally using them as human shields, and even directly causing Gazan deaths), unless you can translate the vague "not like this" into something practical, some actual guidelines on how this urban war could have been fought differently, even though there's no historical precedent to support that this is possible, "not like this" is just wishful thinking at the expense of the safety and right to live of Israelis.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[jpnriikicore]

heyy could i request a paul aron boyfriend headcanons? i feel paul nation is in need of some cheering up😭

paring paul aron x reader, word count 356, genre fluff, authors note sorry, for not releasing this faster <3 ( masterlist )

001, porsches.

paul would drive you around estonia in an black porsche 911 listening to les madeleines by andrea vanzo speaking about how johannes erm got second after european champions decathlon.

002, vacations.

he takes you on vacation with his friends and siblings especially the one’s in italy. traveling around italy on vespa’s to dinner dates. he always manages to encourages you to jump off cliffs with him despite your initial fear.

003, boat dates.

you take the boat out on the waters every time you can. he always jumps into the waters as you lounge around on the white seats on the boat watching him fondly resurface. he ends up slashing you or pretends to climb back onto the boat to dry off, but ends up wrapping his arm around your waist drawing you into the water instead.

004, traveling to estonia ( headconnon ).

you travel back to estonia with him. though it’s a lot of traveling back and forth you wouldn’t have it any other way. in his home he gets to relax a little away from all the pressures of racing.

005, traveling to estonia ( imagine ).

you asleep on the flight to estonia head leaned againist the seat with a mask over your eyes. your mouth agape as you breathe soundly. his heart warms at the sight with a smile on his face. he squeezes your intertwined hands. OH, he’s definitely the type to attempt to put the movies on at the same exact time on planes.

006, supporting estonia.

if not estonian you act like as if it is your own country. always supporting the country when it comes to such things like the olympics.

007, anniversary.

for an anniversary at an fancy restaurant he gifted a necklace with his initials on it. you’ve never taken it off since he clasped it on you.

008, race days.

in the garage nervously picking at your nails with his brother by your side. paul’s jacket draped on your shoulders as you watch. his race seems to be going well for him. you refuse to celebrate for him to early on in order to jinxes him.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2024

[trulyhblue]

Until We Moved Away

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Swedish! Reader

Warnings — fluff, coarse language, childhood friends w/ benefits

A/N — cried maybe three times in the past three hours because I had to rewrite this since it was deleted 🤭 Anyways, enjoy KCC content bc there definitely isn't enough on here!!

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When you met Kyra, you weren't quite sure what to think of her.

You were a Swedish international and had made your debut from a very young age. You were talented, well known within your country, and made it your life mission to make your family, country, and yourself proud.

You kept to yourself most of the time, choosing to focus on your career and paint a path for your future by working hard and improving on every aspect of your technique, gameplay, and overall performance. You had never played outside of Sweden before, and you were content with your decision. You were privileged enough to live close to home, within driving range, and know your way around. You weren't confused by the language, or troubled by anything in your day-to-day life. You were passionate about your job, you lived football, and you were determined to do anything in your power to win.

When you met Kyra, your mindset seemed to change.

Kyra was from Australia, and the Swedish language was foreign to her. When you first met, the girl complimented your sweater. In return, you told her the Hammarby jersey she was wearing suited her. She sent you a wide, warm smile, and you returned it.

From then on out, your relationship continued to be like that.

Kyra was very charismatic. She often held a lot of energy, and you were fortunate enough to witness it as you grew to know her more. The girl wouldn't know what to do with herself during the long bus and plane journeys, so she decided that talking your ear off was an appropriate solution.

The Australian wasn't very good at planning things, and you quickly realised that you were her guiding hand early on in knowing her. When Kyra didn't have a proper place to stay, she moved in with you permanently, only two weeks in. When Kyra was stuck with understanding your language, you made an effort to try and learn English, just so the familiarity of home would somewhat comfort her.

Kyra experienced homesickness from time to time, which you never really felt before, so you tried your hardest to make her feel at home by buying Australian snacks or making time to research some Australian movies.

When your schedules were empty, on the rare occasion that they were, you made the effort to show her around Sweden, hoping she’d find solace in a foreign country and find similarities between your home and hers.

When the opportunity arose, you managed to find time to get the two of you two plane tickets to Australia. You weren't quite sure how Kyra would react, but grateful was an understatement.

You found yourself falling for the girl in ways you never thought you would. Australia brought something out of the girl. You weren't sure what it was, but a certain aura enclosed her with an entity of warmth, solitude, and contentment. Kyra was in her element, and you felt bad not seeing how being away from home for so long could affect someone as it did to her.

When the World Cup rolled around, you were certain that you were completely and utterly in love with Kyra.

She had asked you on dates before, and you were blind to see them as simply hanging out. It wasn't until you both were due to fly to Australia, ready to prepare with your respected National Teams, that you realised how desperate you were to make that girl yours.

You weren't sure why you didn't just ask then and there, but you had kept the feeling to yourself in case it ruined the relationship you already had.

The two of you would text every night, talking about how it was both your first World Cup and the excitement surrounding it. While you both were relishing the adrenaline of each victory that passed, not realising that the two of you might verse each other.

You were there during the France versus Australia game. You were enamoured by the atmosphere of the crowd, and overwhelmed by the cheers, chants, and excitement around Women’s Football and the impact this tournament has had on the sport as a whole.

You were nervous when Australia lost to England, feeling the weight of your loss against Spain pulling taunt to your heart. You were disappointed in the outcome, not only because you weren't making it to the finals but because you felt like you had let your country down. It was no secret that your contract with Hammarby was ending soon, and no one but you felt as if your performance was costing a renewal.

Kyra had told you a million times how hard you were on yourself, and you always shook it off and told her that it was just passion. You still believed that. You were extremely passionate about everything regarding football. But if Kyra was right about one thing, there was always something more important.

It was clear to everyone in the stadium that both teams were still grieving the loss of the finals. You were exhausted from the games you had played this past month, and fatigue riddled you through the final minute of the Bronze Medal match. You hadn't spoken to Kyra since consoling her after her game against England, knowing that the ambiguity of tonight’s game might tamper with open wounds.

You weren't ready to face the girl after a month of not seeing her. You wanted to hold her, talk to her face-to-face, and tell her how proud you were of all that she has done for her team, her family, and her nation. That girl was all you cared and yearned for. Kyra was this beaming light that you could always confide in, and now that you were competing against her felt like a stab to the chest.

Despite this, you played your heart out. You made sure to keep your defence in the back line strong throughout the ninety minutes, hoping your forwards could break through Australia’s incredible midfield and defence. You were waiting anxiously for the final whistle to blow, relishing the final moments of such a brilliant tournament to be over, hoping the weight of the competition would fall off your chest the moment it was done.

Kyra played her heart out like she always did but with this new-found determination to prove herself. Every tackle, pass and shot was full of purpose and meaning. You watched her effortless talent shine through throughout the match, enamoured by her flawlessness in every aspect that she flaunted.

Your exhaustion sent you to your knees when the referee blew the full-time whistle. You were standing by yourself near the middle of the pitch, burying your face into your hands as they trembled. The adrenaline from the game, and every game you had played that past month, fizzled out from under you. The crowd was drowned out by your heaving breathing. Every muscle in your body ached. You wondered how your family back home was feeling. You wondered whether they were celebrating your third-place win.

Your home, your country, your nation; you hoped and prayed that they were proud of you and your team’s efforts, for you put everything you could into it. You so badly wanted to tell everyone watching that you tried your best.

Your thoughts were flooded into nothing when a soothing hand met the waistband of your shorts. You felt a familiar figure lean into you, the hand moving under your jersey and rubbing comforting circles across your back.

“Always beating me, aren't ‘ya, Älskling?” She muttered, her usual smug tone streaming through. There was no hesitancy in your movements as you sunk into her chest, hugging her chest and sighing as you took in the girl’s familiar scent.

“You played so well, Kyra.” You muttered, your tone much more sincere than hers. “You and the girls deserve the medal more than anyone else.”

“Oh, shush, you're just being modest,” Kyra replied, taking her spare hand and massaging your scalp. “Y’know what I deserve? Some love and affection from you, that's what.”

“What? Is the Kyra Cooney-Cross admitting that she missed me?” You scoffed, nuzzling your face into her neck. She was holding you up by now, keeping your body flush against her own as she rolled her eyes and huffed.

“Go back to being modest.”

You took her words as a sign to prop yourself up, smiling when you caught sight of the flush of her cheeks. “I missed you heaps, if that helps.”

“Oh yeah?” She answered, finding a loose strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear. You bit your lip, smiling down to where your bodies entangled.

“What's next?” You asked. It question was ambiguous, but the Australian in front of you seemed to have a grasp of understanding as to what you alluded to.

“Kiss me and find out.”

You didn't have a chance to react, feeling Kyra’s lips push up against your own. Her hand reached your cheek, moving her lips against yours, smirking when you started to reciprocate the action.

You must've stayed like that for a while, since you pulled apart feeling out of breath. The flush on both of your cheeks meant a beat of silence, pulling you into your own little bubble that shielded you away from the stadium full of people.

“Wherever you go, I go,” Kyra stated, letting your thumb run a path over the freckles that covered her nose.

You nodded and smiled, and she did too.

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hammarbyfotball

hammarbyfotball — Girlfriends that move together, stay together 💚🤍

Wishing Y/N and Kyra all the best for their Arsenal journey in North London.

Congratulations Girls 🙌🏼

Comments:

user12 — HELP THEY REALLY EXPOSED THEIR RELATIONSHIP IN THE GOODBYE POST AHAHHAHA

^ wowwoso — they like ‘Not my problem now, BYE’ 😋

yourusername — Will miss you!! Thank you for this opportunity 💚

* liked by hammarbyfotball

Kyracooneyx — admin has no shame lol

^ yourusername — Kyra. Log. Off

^ user78 — HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA

wosothings — after that absolute makeout sesh we all saw I think we all saw this coming 😭

^ kxxfan — I'm still in mourning.

^ user77 — no bc why did the camera pan to someone crying to these two shoving their tongues down each others throat I WAS SHOCKED.

y/nkcc — THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT THEY’RE LEAVING???????? i am grieving leave me alone.

matildasswed — admin saw that kiss and thought those two had hard launched.

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arsenalwfc

arsenalwfc — let's welcome two more gunners to North London!

Hammarby Legends Y/N L/N and Kyra Cooney-Cross sign with us after a masterclass World Cup ahead of the 23/24 season!

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Comments:

User22 — THERE IS NO WAY OMGGGG

Stephcatley — welcome girls!!! ❤️

Caitlinfoord — HAHAHA CALLED IT @ mackenziearnold

^ mackenziearnold — shut up.

kccfanx — Hammarby banked after selling these two🥲 just over 700k 💀

^ user90 — they've just lost two of their best players… I think they’ll need all the money they can get in order to replace them.

Bethmead — looking good in red girls 🥰🥰

user34 — both of them joining straight after the world cup kiss???? Coincidence?? I think not 🤭

^ wosox — they really said together forever

yourusername — Thank You ❤️

*liked by arsenalwfc

Hammarbyfotball — congradulations!!!

^ user88 — happy for them BUT IM IN MOURNING

^ user2 — I'm distraught.

kyracooneyx — yeah the Aussie tan @ yourusername

^ caitlinfoord — simp

^ alannakennedy — simp

^ mackenziearnold — simp

^ kyracooneyx — I was talking about mine but ok.

^ wosofan — HAHAHAHAHAHA

user2 — gonna miss them in Sweden

^ IK 😭😭😭

cooneyxfan — are they really soft launching their relationship with a transfer post????

^ kyracooneyx — yes lol.

^ cooneyxfan — AINT NO WAY

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[inuyashaluver]

heyyy, would you be able to do a fic where reader and Leah is dating but they play on different national teams and when they are facing each other Leah accidentally injures reader with some angst and fluff at the end please loveeee ur fics

enemy affair - leah williamson

leah williamson x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend get into a heated match for your national teams, causing you to get injured and leah to panic

warnings: slightly angsty, mentions of injury, leah was at the world cup (a girl can dream), swearing

a/n: thank you for the love and request, lovely!! please enjoyyyy ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, leah were absolutely head over heels for each other. you truly had so much love for one another, it made you both feel sick.

there was just something about how easy, genuine and special your relationship was. you two were soulmates and you were reminded through each other and other people around you telling you so almost every day.

—

you and leah met when you signed to arsenal when you and leah were both 21. you got along instantly, mutual attraction and pining driving the two of you and everyone around you insane when no one would make the first move.

it took you and leah cuddling at a team bonding session to make your teammates snap and your relationship to begin.

leah was sitting on the longer part of the couch at her place, you in between her legs. your back was pressed against her front while you played with her hands wrapped around your body.

you were both in your own world, leah would dip her head to speak directly in your ear to make you giggle. you always leaned your body into hers when she spoke, she was so warm and comforting, why wouldn’t you stay wrapped up in her embrace?

it took about 40 minutes of you and leah whispering and giggling while watching a movie until jen, steph and beth all collectively broke out in complaints.

“i can’t take it anymore, are you dating yet or not?” steph grumbles, looking at both of you sternly, leah in her protective nature pulled you impossibly closer to her. before you both could say anything, you’re interrupted.

“you clearly love each other, just fucking date!” jen exclaims, beth and steph nod in agreement. you and leah just look at them with wide eyes, still embracing each other. “we’re not dating” leah says almost sadly, you knew you needed to change that. you stayed silent watching the girls grumble to each other and complain about you and leah.

when the girls left, it left you and leah alone. as soon as she closed the door after waving the final girls off, you pressed her up against the door, kissing her passionately. she hums against your mouth surprised, hands immediately making their way to your hips to press you up against her.

you both smile slightly in the kiss before leah’s tongue brushes over your lip. she’s rewarded by a small whine escaping the back of your throat when her tongue enters your mouth fully. she smirks before your heads are tilting to deepen it further, lasting for a few seconds before you both pull away, flushed and breathless.

“that was nice” leah chuckles, experimentally kissing your lips once more before fully facing you.

“you’re nice” you remark cheekily, making the blonde grin and lift up her hand to cradle your jaw, her thumb brushing back and forth over the skin.

“would you like to be my girlfriend, baby?” leah asks so softly, you almost couldn’t hear her. you smile up at her lovingly. “i’d love to” you move forward to place a quick kiss on her lips and she chases your lips immediately when you try to pull away, kissing you in a way that makes you dizzy where your knees almost give out from under you.

it was the start of forever for both of you.

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you and leah both play for different national teams. leah with england and you with australia. you and leah didn’t mind versing each other because both of you knew how important football was to one another.

you were both extremely passionate about it, it was what you loved and did for a living. everytime you did have to verse each other, it was competition, and if anything, you both expected the best from each other and no less.

if one of you felt the other was lacking, you’d tell them and you both appreciated it. and as soon as it was all over, you’re giggling, kissing and hugging each other like normal.

—

it was during the women’s world cup semi finals that you both had a relatively heated match. there was a lot on the line, making it to the final for your country and bringing home the gold medal.

throughout the entire competition, you and leah went to every match that you both had, wearing each other’s jerseys with proud smiles while being one another’s biggest fans.

you and leah always met up during free time, both of you absolutely giddy when you saw each other. you both never really lived apart in a while so national duties were always a little rough for the both of you, as you were both so used to being attached at the hip.

you both met up the night before the semi final match of england vs australia. you were getting ready for a little beach date with leah when she knocked on the door. you rush to open it and stumbled over your own feet and fell slightly. you hear leah’s little giggle from the other side of the door, you open it with pink cheeks and a shy smile.

“hi, lee” you laugh nervously, she instantly brightens at seeing you, pulling you into a tight hug “hi, baby girl” she breathes out, swaying you gently side to side. “did you fall over?” leah chuckles, kissing your cheek three times before pulling back to look at you from arm’s length.

“no” you scoff offendedly, “hm, really? i think you did” she says teasingly, pecking your lips quickly before pushing you further into the room to tackle you to your bed. you laugh at feeling her sink into you while she kisses your neck all over.

“i thought we were going to the beach?” you mock her accent and she bites your neck teasingly but not making a mark, she chuckles when you let out a little squeal.

“we are, baby, is it a crime to kiss my fit girlfriend?” she hovers over you and smiles affectionately when you roll your eyes. she gets off you and drags you out of the room after your numerous protests at wanting to spend time with her outside the hotel.

you both have a sweet, simple time at the beach, talking and having fun until it hits 9pm on the dot for leah to force you to get up to take you back to your hotel. “we need proper rest for tomorrow, missy” leah reprimands, pushing you to your door with a parting kiss.

“i love you” you quip out quickly, “i love you too, go to sleep, please” leah replies back. you grin at her mockingly, “so strict and i’m your opponent?” leah laughs at that, “well right now you’re my girlfriend so yes, bed” she winks, you kiss her gently and she attempts to usher you inside but she’s too magnetising. “one more” you whine, she smiles amusingly at you, kissing you once more before waving you off.

she texts you when she makes it back to her room, both of you sending each other messages of good luck before you both go to bed.

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it was the next morning and you were feeling nervous. there was so much riding on this and it slightly overwhelmed you. both teams would go on the pitch before the match to warm up. the matildas were out first and you were warming up with steph, laughing as she eased your nerves about today.

when suddenly, you hear a wolf whistle coming from behind you and you smile instantly, spinning around to launch yourself in your girlfriend’s outstretched arms.

“my girl” she coos, hugging you tightly as she kisses your cheek. you smile and lean into her, ignoring the teasing from both sides. “hi, baby, you look hot” you say simply, kissing her quickly before pulling away. she smiles amusingly at you, holding both of your hands and swinging them gently as you conversed.

“i’m showing a lot of restraint right now to not pull you in an empty physio room” leah admits lowly, making your eyes widen while she smiles charmingly at you. “my beautiful girl” she adds, you move to hug her so you could hide your pink cheeks, spurring a little giggle from her while you held onto her tightly.

you talked for a bit before you had to continue warm ups, you kiss each other quickly as you part and as soon as you turn, leah smacks your behind and you shake your head instantly. turning around to see her wink while running backwards to her team.

—

before you both lined up in the tunnel, she pulled you aside, giving you and encouraging hug and a little pep talk, you returning the gesture.

“be the best one out there” leah says sternly, you nod instantly while you squeeze her hands.

“you too, i’m expecting you to give it your all” you reply in your own stern voice before you both break out in a little smile and hugging each other briefly.

she nods at you when you line up and you wink at her, both of you tuning everything out and focusing on the upcoming match.

the match was insanity, both teams creating a huge amount of chances but just unable to make it happen. you were playing forward with sam, meaning your prime defender was leah, always your hardest competitor as she knew your movements like the back of her hand.

england managed to get their first goal through ella and the pressure was getting harder. your team evened it out when sam got a goal. when lauren follows up with her own goal, the pressure only got worse.

you all worked tirelessly, you decide to make a runner and just try and take a shot, though when you run with the ball from caitlin, your legs are swept out from under you and you fall on your side with a pained grunt.

the referee blew the whistle and immediately stopped the match when you wouldn’t move, you couldn’t hear anything other than caitlin and steph arguing with leah in the distance

“what the fuck, mate?” caitlin exclaims, giving leah a little shove when she attempted to go to you. “leah, that was bad” steph shakes her head, leah’s eyes are wide with panic.

she could feel her body tensing up. “what the fuck have i done?” she breathes out, watching you lay on the floor with a pained expression. she could feel her eyes prickle with tears as she stared at you being assessed by the medics.

everything drowned out to leah as she focused on you, her hands frustratingly running up and down her face. you felt fine, it was sure to bruise just from high impact but you truly were fine. the medics get up to leave and help you to stand on your feet.

you assure your teammates you were fine before looking over to see leah being comforted by millie and alessia. you rush over to her and hug her from behind, pouting slightly at feeling her flinch.

everyone was getting water and let you and leah have your moment, the match would start up again soon.

“leah” you say gently, unwrapping your arms around her waist so she could face you. at seeing her tearful expression, you hold her by her bicep.

“baby, i’m fine, it’s okay” you reassure but she shakes her head unconvinced, a shaky hand reaching for the side you fell on before letting it drop to her side again.

“i’m so fucking stupid, i’m so sorry” she grits out earnestly, she’s disappointed with herself.

“leah cathrine williamson” you start sternly, “no, you’re playing how I expect you to and i'm so fucking proud of you” you squeeze her bicep gently and she bores her eyes into yours sadly.

“don’t you dare think like that, we’ll talk after, we need to get back” you didn’t give her another opportunity to speak, kissing her cheek gently before getting back in position. alessia managed to finish the match off with a goal and you all knew it was over. no matter how much you pushed and pushed, you couldn’t get another goal.

when the final whistle blew, you collapsed to the floor in absolute exhaustion. the england girls came up to you to haul you up and give you hugs, you were close to pretty much all of them through leah.

you look around the pitch to see leah nervously nearing you, she was worried about your reaction of her team beating you as well as injuring you not that long ago.

“there she is!” you say brightly, running over to her and wrapping her into a tight hug, she hesitates before wrapping her arms around you, burying her face into the crook of your neck. her embrace was so emotional and raw, as well with the loss, tears were brought to your eyes.

“i’m so sorry” leah mumbles into your skin, you run your hands over her jersey in comforting circles, “it’s okay, baby” you coo, moving your head slightly to kiss her cheek repeatedly, at feeling your tears graze her skin, she pulls back to look at you with her own tearful expression.

“i’m so proud of you, leah” you say earnestly, she could’ve sobbed on the spot. “i’m proud of you too, love” she smiles gently, moving her hand up to wipe the stray tears on your cheek. you lean into her hands with a smile, “congratulations, ms semi final winner” you say cheekily, she huffs out a little laugh, only you would joke in a situation like this and she loved it.

“thanks, not important right now, are you alright?” she asks nervously, her hand gently placed against where you fell. “i’m okay, lee, really” you look into her eyes and she analyses you for any hint of a lie but you weren’t.

“i’ll kiss it better, i promise” she winks, both of you were normal and it relieved everyone around you. “i’ll hold you to it, williamson” you smile, puckering your lips up for a kiss that she happily gives you before you walk off to your respective teammates.

tears were shed and disappointment was evident but no one could deny all your hard work as a team. you were all proud of each other, regardless of the result. you all did your appreciation lap with tearful yet proud expressions, you were so close but you were truly fine with it.

you clap as england does their lap, running up to leah when she was done with a happy smile and she immediately understands what you’re hinting at. you both swap jerseys and hug each other again while you whisper proud words in leah’s ear that she appreciates more than anyone’s.

you kiss her cheek repeatedly and she holds onto you tightly, kissing your forehead, your nose, your lips quickly and pressing a long one to your cheek.

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when you both made it to your hotel, she kept her promise and spread apologetic, affectionate kisses over the bruising skin as you card your hands through her hair. you couldn’t help but cry in leah’s arms when the night was over, she comforted you as your girlfriend and anything but your opponent. she whispers sweet nothings in your ear when she holds onto you tightly, being there for you however long you’d let her.

when england advanced to the final, you of course went to the game with your ‘williamson’ jersey, sitting with her family. at the result, leah bounds over to you with a heartbroken expression and you switched roles. you both held each other in a way no one else could, the comfort of one another being the only thing you could’ve wanted in your moments of vulnerability.

you and leah were both disappointed with your results but were extremely happy and proud of each other and that’s all that mattered to the both of you.

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different kind of drill, pretend this is you and leah lmao, love ya alex and ellie xx (this photo is so blurry i apologise)

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leahwilliamsonn: low quality picture but high quality girl, so proud of you and i love you so much x

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yourname: oh you’re just the cutest ever, i love you, my pretty leah baby!

↳ leahwilliamsonn: i love you, my girl

↳ yourname: my girllllll

yourname: wow, hottest captain xx

↳ samanthakerr20: sorry? country traitor?

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↳ yourname: baby, sam put me in time out

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↳ yourname: you love me? my ass.

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↳ samanthakerr20: dog house, mate, my bad

[wosoluver]

I have a request for Lena Oberdorf x Bayern Reader.

On the topic of her transfer to Bayern. This request is full on fluff with maybe a little angst of them being apart.

Reunited

Can we please get one about Obi loving domestic life with Reader when they see each other (cooking together, cuddling while watching movies & even versing each other at video games). But misses it dearly when the two have to be apart for months on end due to their commitments with their respective clubs. Sure the two see each other during the national break but that’s not enough. So Obi decides to transfer to Bayern to be with Reader 24/7.

Reunited.

Lena Oberdorf x reader

Lena Oberdorf Masterlist

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"Finally reunited!" you said as you put your seatbelt on.

"Only for a little bit though." she said turning on the engine, to drive to her apartment from picking you up at the airport.

"Don't say that, we have a couple of days." you grabbed the hand she had in your thigh, intertwining your fingers and kissing the back of it.

"Sorry schatz. I swear, I'm very excited to spend time together."

You were a Bayern Munich player, and your girlfriend, well, she was one of your best rivals. She played for Wolfsburg.

You can say it took a lot of concessions, to make the relationship work.

"Okay love, I'm going to shower. Can you order dinner for us?"

"Yeah. Movie night or game night?"

"Game night!" you said disappearing into the bedroom's in suite.

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"How does it feel to lose for the third time in a row?" she asked as you pouted your lips.

"You cheated this last round!"

"Well, all is fair in love and war." she tried to reason.

"And which one was it? Love or war?" she had distracted you, by removing her sweatshirt, staying in only a pair of shorts and a sports bra.

It would've been fine if she did it because she was hot. But she did it exactly to distract you. Flexing her muscles at any chance she got.

"Both. I wanted to win the game and I love to see you drooling." she said teasing you.

"I didn't drool!"

"You so did." she said pulling you to sit on her lap.

"Fine. How could I not? I'm dating the embodiment of a goddess."

That would have been enough, if she wasn't already turned on by you naturally.

"I think it's time we go to bed." she said with a naughty look on her face.

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"Good Morning my love." she said kissing your temple. You opened your eyes, taking in Lena's sleepy and puffy face, as a ray of light came through the window.

"Good morning liebling. Slept well?"

"The best I have, since the last time we slept in the same bed." she would always bring up the fact you guys were separated by over 400 kilometers, constantly.

"In a couple of years, this will be our lives everyday." you reassured her, the best you could every time.

"I'll die of happiness when that happens."

This woman made your heart feel like it was about to explode.

"How about we cook some breakfast? I can make your favorite."

"Yes! I've been craving it." giving you a kiss before getting up. "Let's go."

"I've never seen you get up so fast in my life." as you followed her to get cleaned up.

"I don't know how you make this taste so good. Usually healthy versions of things taste like cardboard." as you prepared the pancake batter.

"We can't really break our diets, so. Also it's just a good recipe."

"Don't play it on the recipe. It's all you. Take a complement please."

"Thank you, schatz. How about we make a smoothie to complement it?"

"I'll start cutting the fruits." but before she could turn, you grabbed her attention.

"Hey..." you said dabbing a finger in the liquid and tapping it on her nose.

"Oh, it's on." letting out a mischievous grin.

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You had the day all to yourselves. Not wanting to waste your time with anyone that wasn't each other, you decided upon watching movies. Only movies ever allowed to play by your girlfriend, was Disney movies. Not that you would ever complain. And you had chose the first one. Tangled.

Cuddling up to her. She was almost always the big spoon, only setting for other option when she felt extremely needy. So you laid on your back, as she placed her head on your chest, cuddling to your side the best she could, since you were a bit smaller than her.

You spent your time focusing partially on the movie and partially in gently combing her hair through you fingers and massaging her scalp.

"They are just like us. I'm obviously Flynn, good looking, funny, has a hot girlfriend."

"And I look nothing like Rapunzel."

"No, but you would probably defend yourself with a frying pan, if someone broke into the apartment."

She never failed at making you laugh. You loved that about her.

Every time you spent more time around eachother, she was more and more sure, of wanting to marry you. Of taking the decision to ask for a transfer.

She hadn't brought up yet. She was waiting till it felt like it was the right moment.

While you held each other under the blankets, you noticed she wasn't paying attention at all. So you brought up what you thought was bothering her.

"Aren't you supposed to be looking for a new apartment? I thought your lease was ending this summer."

"I've looked at some but, not one of them felt right." she mustered all her courage for her next words. It was now or now.

"It will only feel like a home, if I have you with me."

"What do you mean?"

"What if I moved to Munich?"

"That would be amazing! Are you planning to leave Wolfsburg next year?"

"Actually, I'm asking for a transfer over the summer."

"Are you messing with me?"

"I'm serious. All is fair in love and war, I want to move into a more competitive club and I want to be with you, close to you, not having to take a plane just to kiss you."

"You are?" You instantly jumped up on the bed.

"Yes." she said laughing as you jumped on the bed.

You landed on top of her. Pulling her into a hug.

"Love, I can't breathe properly." she said under you.

"Sorry, right, you have to be alive for that to happen." she pulled you back to her.

"I love you." she left a kiss on your forehead.

"And I love you." you said placing a kiss on her lips.

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Hope you like it! Thanks for sending this in 🩷

[babysukiii]

how long can we be a sad song? (till we are too far gone to bring back to life)

modern day high school au

// your girlfriend lottie has always made it clear soccer is her main priority. when nationals near and she begins ignoring you, your final straw seems to be when she lashes out at you. //

warnings: angst but kinda fluffy at the end, breakups, asshole!lottie, jock!lottie, she’s mean for like a minute lol

you let out a quiet sigh as you sit on the bleachers and watch your girlfriend and laura lee continue to practice on the soccer field. even though practice ended an hour ago. finally, laura lee announces she needs to get home, and she waves at you as she makes her way off the field. you look over at lottie who’s offering you a smile. it’s way too late to go and watch that movie in town you wanted to see, so you know now your only option is hanging out at one of your houses.

you stand up, making your way down the bleachers and over to your girlfriend. “did you still want to hang out?” lottie asks, “i’m a bit tired, maybe we can just catch the movie tomorrow?” lottie offers and you feel your entire mood sour even more than it already was. “i just waited two hours to hang out with you.” you point out, and the raven haired girl frowns. “i never asked you to wait. i told you i have to really focus on nationals.” lottie states sternly, and you nod. “i know that. i know nationals is super important to you… but you’ve blown me off for three weeks now because of it. i just thought… i don’t know, you’d make a little time for me too.” your voice is quiet, and soft. you don’t sound angry but you sound disappointed.

lottie feels a wave of guilt wash over her. “i’m sorry. tomorrow i’ll leave as soon as coach ben ends practice. promise.” she insists, sounding so sincere you actually believe her. your dismal expression is quickly replaced by a happy one. you nod, “okay. can you meet me at my place tomorrow after practice? i have a piano lesson at my house so i can’t watch you practice.” you admit and she nods, flashing you the same smile you fell in love with. “of course, babe. come on, i’ll drive you home.” she offers kindly, and your heart skips a beat as she reaches for your hand, interlocking her fingers with yours.

the next day at school you spent the entire day eager for it to end. you couldn’t wait to see the barbie movie, and you had been going on and on about how excited you were about it. you even missed going with your friends, in order to see it with lottie because she promised. after school, you give lottie a kiss goodbye and made your way to your sisters car.

what you expect after your piano lesson is lottie to text you that she’s outside and waiting for you. but what happens is you get ready for your date, and you end up waiting two hours. two hours and not a single text or call from lottie. you don’t even bother texting her more than once because you feel so emotionally exhausted. she’s been putting you aside all year for soccer, and sure, at first you understood. this could get her a scholarship… but she’s rich! she could afford to get into any school, and play on any college team…

maybe she just doesn’t want to hang out with me.

“honey, why are you all dolled up? you have plans?” your mother asks you, walking out of the kitchen wearing an apron that’s stained with some sort of red sauce. “no. not anymore. i was supposed to hang out with lottie today, but… she canceled for soccer practice again.” you confess hesitantly and your mother nods. “that girls gonna burn herself out with all the practice she does.” she comments jokingly, but you’re not in the mood to laugh. your mother realizes something is wrong right away.

“mom, do you think… do you think lottie likes soccer more than she likes me?” you question, your voice laced with insecurity. your mother laughs as if you’ve said the funniest thing on the planet. “that’s absurd, mija (sweetheart), that girl once walked all the way here just to give you flowers.” your mother reminds and you feel a pang of hurt hit your heart. “she… she just doesn’t do those things anymore. she’s always been so serious about soccer but this year? god, she’s been a nightmare. did i tell you allie broke her leg during a practice scrimmage? that’s how serious they’re taking this…” you trail off and the older woman’s eyes widen a bit at the revelation.

“she’s just a different person these days. it doesn’t feel like she likes me very much anymore.” you admit sadly, and your mother frowns. “have you talked to her about this?” she inquires uncertainly, and you nod. “not all of it, but i have told her i feel like she puts soccer before me and our relationship a lot.” you explain, “she always says it’s just in my head, and that she loves me… but she stood me up again after promising she wouldn’t and i—“ your voice cracks and your mother rushes over to you. “honey, no. this— this isn’t right. you need to talk to her about this. all of it.” the older woman says sternly, and you sniffle as you wipe a tear away. you’ve always been so sensitive and this entire situation was getting to you.

“what if— what if we break up? or what if she confirms that she does think soccer is more important? i… i don’t know if i can handle that.” you whisper the last part and the raven haired woman shakes her head. “well you’re going to have to, because the longer you let this fester, the worse you’re going to feel.” she comments stringently, causing you to look up at her with sad eyes. “y-you’re right. i’ll talk to her tomorrow.” you assure her, and just as your mother is about to respond, your phone starts vibrating.

the screen lights up with texts from lottie, and you look at your mom. “it’s her.” you say, and she shrugs. “don’t respond for a few hours. come help me with dinner, it’ll get your mind off her.” she suggests, and you press your lips together. “isn’t ignoring her just as bad?” you question and she shakes her head, “you’re just giving her a taste of her own medicine. come on; leave the phone there and come help me.” your mother insists, helping you off the couch and gesturing your towards the kitchen.

all your mother let you do was chop up some zucchini, and set the table. still, talking with her about other things than lottie was nice. and talking about lottie definitely gave you some perspective. you were definitely going to talk to your girlfriend about this, and you were going to put your foot down. you weren’t going to make her choose between you and soccer; you’d never even consider doing that. you just wanted a little time, and to maybe be prioritized a little better.

after dinner you end up going upstairs, taking a shower, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. you wander around your bedroom, nirvana blasting on your speaker as you dry your hair. your phone chimes again, signaling you got another text.

(7;56 p.m) lottie: tai made us practice late again, i’m sorry. can we reschedule?

(7;57 p.m) lottie: this saturday is all yours! i promise!

(8;12 p.m) lottie: hello?

(8;15 p.m) lottie: my texts are delivering, so i know your phones on.

(8;20 p.m) lottie: i’m really sorry about the movie

(9;33 p.m) lottie: no phone call tonight?

(9;35 p.m) you: hey, i got caught up with piano practice, and helping my mom with dinner, and then being stood up by my girlfriend

you know your response is petty, and unlike you, but you were still upset. lottie has never just pushed you aside like this, and to do it so consistently all of a sudden made you feel so bad. especially about yourself. it made you wonder if she was losing interest. if maybe she was only using soccer as an excuse to stop hanging out with you.

(9;38 p.m) lottie: well, i’m glad you’re alive. i didn’t stand you up, you know how tai gets when she decides something. i have to take nationals seriously.

you scoff at her response, and quickly get to typing.

(9;40 p.m) you: i understand that. but you’ve promised me four different times about this movie, and at this point i don’t even want to go anymore.

(9;42 p.m) lottie: i know you’re upset and i’m sorry. but if i want to win nationals i have to practice really hard. harder than usual. right now that’s my main concern

you toss your phone onto your bed, not even bothering to respond. it was like talking to a brick wall. tomorrow you’d have to face her and talk about this in person. the thought alone causes a nauseous feeling to settle in the pit of your stomach. there was this wave of dread that washes over you, and for the first time in your relationship with lottie, you feel as though you two aren’t on the same page.

the next day at school was hell for lottie. you barely spoke to her; you didn’t sit with her and the team during lunch. she knew you were upset but she didn’t think you were this upset. you’ve always been so understanding about her passion for soccer, and you’ve never acted this way before. but… then again, lottie has never taken practice this serious. she just doesn’t want to let her team down, and she can see how much the girls want this. she wants it too, but she knows they have more on the line. tai wants a scholarship, and going to nationals will look great on a college application.

you’ll get over it. lottie tells herself. that day she sees you waiting for her by the bleachers; there’s an unrecognizable expression drawn onto your features. she just finished changing into her practice clothes and cleats, and she tries to smile at you, but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “hey.” she says as she leans in to kiss you, but you tilt your head to the side in order for her lips to land on your cheek. “hi… we should talk. i’ll make it quick.” you promise and she nods uncertainly, a feeling of unease creeping up on her. “i don’t really like the way i’ve been feeling lately…” you start, and she opens her mouth to talk but you stop her.

“… i’ve always felt like you and i have been on the same page, but lately i just feel like your mind is strictly on soccer. for the entire year you’ve been spending extra time practicing, and you barely talk to me about anything other than it. you blow me off for practice and you’ve missed all of our date nights for the last three months.” you point out, and lottie shakes her head. “y/n, do you understand what’s at stake here? not just my future, but all of my teammates. i’m not just working this hard for me, it’s for my team. i’m sorry if you’re feeling a little ignored and craving attention, but until nationals are over, you’re just gonna have to suck it up and deal with it.” she states, sounding a bit frustrated.

you look shocked with her words; she’s never been that blunt and cruel. here you were telling her how you felt and she was being like this. lottie can see the look on your face, you look as though you’re about to cry. though she’s much too stressed to care, so instead of deciding to apologize like she normally would, she scoffs. “i don’t have time for this. every day is another problem with you. it’s getting annoying.” lottie snaps, and you try to blink away the tears as you clench your jaw. she sounds so much like her father (who she hates), it nearly makes you laugh.

“well, i’m sorry for wanting to spend some time with you. i’m sorry i actually believed you when you promised me you’d make time and put in the slightest bit of effort for me. that was clearly my mistake. don’t worry, matthews, i promise i won’t be a problem for you anymore.” you hiss, tears in your eyes as you sound angry and hurt. lottie watches you leave and she stands there, feeling like a complete asshole. before she can even consider chasing after you, coach ben blows his whistle, signaling for all the girls to get on the field.

so here’s the thing, when you promised lottie you wouldn’t be a ‘problem’ anymore, she wasn’t exactly sure what you meant. but the next day, you came to school with a small box of her things in your hands. you march right up to her, there was nothing but determination on your face. lottie wasn’t stupid; she knew what this meant and it causes her heart rate to pick up anxiously. “the rest of your stuff you can come pick up whenever. it was too big to bring to school.” you say, keeping your voice quiet so no one can hear. lottie looks like a kicked puppy, “wh-what do you mean?“ you almost feel bad about the clear fear in her tone as she realizes she’s losing you.

“it didn’t fit in the box, so you can come and pick it up whenever.” you repeat more clearly, as if you hadn’t been clear as day the first time. “i know that… i just mean— why are you giving me my stuff back?” she asks, completely afraid of the answer. you don’t respond, and the silence tells her everything. “you’re breaking up with me over a fight?” she asks a bit angrily, and you shake your head; your poker face faltering. “i’m breaking up with you because you act like you don’t want to be with me! i’m not asking you to stop prioritizing soccer, i just wanted a little effort, lottie. you couldn’t even give me that.” you point out, pushing the box into her arms.

“like i said, you can pick up your other stuff whenever you’re not too busy.” you practically hiss at her, before you turn around and leave her standing there. lottie feels as though she’s been slapped in the face. the one person she had figured would always be there, was now walking away from her and disappearing into the hoard of bustling students. natalie, who had been watching the entire ordeal from her locker, walks up to lottie. “what was that about? it looked serious…” natalie starts cautiously, trying to make sure her best friend is okay. lottie looks worse than when becky martin started telling the entire school about lottie being schizophrenic. but you were there for her throughout all of that; never caring about her diagnosis or thinking of her any differently. she was always your lottie. but now she wasn’t your anything.

lottie starts to tear up, and natalie’s eyes widen at the sight of the broken-hearted girl. “she dumped me.” lottie admits in a frail tone, a tone natalie has never heard from the raven haired girl. “shit… seriously? what happened?” natalie asks, and lottie proceeds to tell her best friend everything. she tells her all about how she began neglecting you at the begin of the year, and you being you, always let it slide. yet as she became more and more emotionally and physically unavailable, she began leaving you alone.

she tells natalie about how these last few weeks she was a total nightmare. she even forgot to text you some days. natalie looks shocked at this revelation; you two always seemed like such a great couple. you hadn’t even let anyone know there was trouble in paradise. the bell rings, and natalie clasps lottie’s wrists and begins to lead her towards the schools exit. natalie knew the last thing her friend needed was to be surrounded by a bunch of annoying students in class.

as soon as they get to the bottom of the bleachers, natalie flashes her a stern look.

“alright matthews, you screwed up, but i’m gonna help you fix it.” lottie looks shocked at natalie’s declaration, and she shakes her head. “why? why do you wanna help me?” she questions, and natalie shrugs. “you’re my best friend. plus y/n is a good person who actually gives a shit about you. you’re never gonna forgive yourself if you don’t fix it.” natalie’s voice is stern, and lottie nods in agreement.

“what should i do?” the yellowjackets sweeper asks uncertainly, and natalie offers her a mischievous smirk. “i have an idea that could work.” natalie admits, as she begins to give lottie a list of ways she could romance you. lottie listens, clearly very interested.

that weekend is the hardest. lottie has never gone longer than a day without hearing your beautiful voice. you two never really fought throughout your relationship; you learned pretty early into your friendship with lottie that her home life was mean and harsh enough. you never dared add any hurt to her life. when lottie was upset she quickly realized she could talk to you about anything; you were so easy to open up to, and no matter what you were doing you always made time for her.

the entire weekend lottie feels like trash. she realizes that she doesn’t even know how you’re doing. you two barely broke up, yet it feels like she hasn’t truly talked to you for months. god, maybe she was a terrible girlfriend. she put soccer before you, and now she doesn’t even feel like going to practice. though she knows she has to. she has an obligation to her friends and team… but she can’t help but feel like she let you down, and you didn’t know it but you were one of the most important people in her life.

now she fears that if none of natalie’s ideas work, she’ll lose you for sure. she’s tried to text you nearly every day since the breakup on friday, but you refuse to answer any of her texts. she even tried calling you on saturday night, but you didn’t pick up. when monday rolls around lottie comes to school with a huge bouquet of sunflowers and red roses. your two favorites. she hasn’t felt this nervous since she first asked you to be her girlfriend, except right now she knew you didn’t want to talk to her or even see her.

everyone looks at the raven haired girl as soon as she walks into school. surely everyone knows about your breakup by now, because mari is your best friend and she also seems to have the biggest mouth. not to mention she had been glaring at lottie all throughout practice on friday evening. she could tell you told mari everything and by the looks she was receiving she could tell everyone else knew now too.

as soon as she sees you standing by your locker talking to mari and akilah, mari’s eyes zero in on the tall raven haired girl making her way up to you. your best friend taps on you, and nods in lottie’s direction. you turn your head, and instead of your eyes lighting up at the sight of her and the bouquet, your large orbs fill with dread. her step falters a bit but she keeps her head high as she approaches you. “y/n… these are for you. i’m really sorry.” lottie’s voice is small, and you shake your head.

“they’re beautiful, but they aren’t going to fix anything.” you deadpan and lottie frowns. “i know that. but i thought maybe they could be the first step to fixing things?” she suggests and you glance at akilah and mari. you reach for lottie’s free hand and lead her to a secluded spot in the hall. “why are you doing this here? in front of everyone?” you ask her with supplicating eyes, and she knits her brows together. “because you won’t return my calls, and i haven’t stopped thinking about you. y/n, if you’d hear me out, i know i could fix this.” she pleads with you, and those eyes nearly make you cave.

you quickly remind yourself how you both ended up here, causing you to shut your eyes and take a breath. when you open them, lottie has a hopeful expression etched onto her features. “i gave you plenty of chances to fix it when we were together. for the last two months i’ve given you nothing but chances. you told me time and time again that soccer was your priority, and i respect that. so please respect my decision and leave me alone.” you whisper the last part a bit harshly as you turn around and storm away.

lottie stands there, heartbroken and ashamed. she looks at the flowers that seem to be taunting her. she crushes the stems in her hand as she approaches the nearest trash bin, tossing them in. so much for flowers and a heartfelt apology. lottie feels like a fool for even trying.

a week goes by and lottie is practically a walking zombie. she’s barely been eating or sleeping. she was so used to falling asleep on facetime with you, or falling asleep texting you… now she can barely get a wink of sleep. all she can think about is how mean to you she was the day before you two broke up. god, she can’t get that sad, puppy dog expression you flashed her out of her head.

“come on, lottie! where’s your head at!?” tai snaps in the middle of a scrimmage. lottie had been paying less attention to anything that didn’t have to do with you these days. it’s ironic, it took her losing you to realize what she had. her notes for her classes were empty lately, her parents didn’t even notice she was barely saying a word at home, and practice was the worst. lottie was so used to seeing you in the bleachers during most of her practices; you’d be watching her with this big smile on your face, or doing homework. you always looked so pretty. now you weren’t there and lottie never realized how happy seeing you sitting on those bleachers made her. how important she felt that you spent time watching her practice because you didn’t want to be away from her.

lottie doesn’t get her head in the game even after being yelled at by tai. in the locker room, its worse. “what the hell, lottie?? we’re this close to winning nationals and you choose now to start slacking??” tai asks harshly, natalie steps in before lottie can respond. “hey, leave her alone she’s had a shitty week.” natalie states sternly and tai rolls her eyes. “so have all of us! newsflash, the world doesn’t stop because lottie matthews is going through a breakup. we’re a team, meaning you need to get your mind together and focus on the game.” tai’s voice is angry and demanding.

lottie feels a surge of rage wash over her. “not everything is about soccer!” she snaps back loudly, taking the curly haired girl and most of the girls by surprise. “god, you’re all so worked up over this fucking game next week that we’ve all been nightmares! jackie, you and shauna have been at each offers throats for weeks, tai you’ve barely talked to van about anything other than nationals, laura lee has been praying to god for nothing but us winning, mar’s been a bigger cunt than usual, natalie is stress drinking again, and my girlfriend dumped me because i was ignoring her for months! for a sport i used to have fun playing, with a team who used to actually give a shit about each other!” lottie lets it all pour out like a leaky faucet, and everyone stands there dumbfounded by the outburst.

“lottie—“ tai starts but lottie slams her locker shut. “fuck this.” she hisses as she swings her nike duffle bag over her shoulder and storms out of the locker room. she doesn’t even bother changing out of her uniform. lottie’s blood is boiling and her teeth are gritting all the way to her car. she feels as though in a week her entire life has spiraled downhill. she’s been downhill more times than she can count, but she’s never been there without you. this sucks.

she seems to be so upset that she doesn’t even realize she’s driving in the direction of your house. she feels so lost, and it seems she ended up where she feels the safest. with you. lottie aimlessly approaches your door; she’s still in her soccer uniform and her hair is in loose pigtails. the way you always said made her look undeniably cute. she knocks on the door and looks down at her dirty cleats. she thinks about how unhappy you’re probably going to look to see her; she isn’t used to that. she hates it.

her eyes well up with tears and she sniffles, the door swings open before she can think to cover up the fact that she was crying. you had seen her through the peephole, putting on your best angry face before you answered the door. but as soon as you saw the broken girl in front of you, and you heard the sad little sniffle, your face softens immediately. “are you okay?” even though you know it’s a dumb question, you still ask because you don’t want to sound harsh. she doesn’t look like she needs anymore of that.

“i— i didn’t know where else to go.” she admits lowly, roughly wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. you give in quickly, stepping aside for her to come in. “what happened?” you ask her as she steps inside, taking her shoes off politely in a way that makes you smile. even in her sad state, she still remembers your mothers rules. “i got into a fight with tai… you were right, lately we’ve all been terrible. i’ve been terrible. to you especially. i’m really sorry, y/n.” she sounds sincere and sad, you can see her staring hopelessly at you; waiting for you to say something.

you press your lips together before letting out a sigh, turning your head away from her. “it’s okay. i understand. nationals are a lot of pressure, and i just think maybe right now it’s better if we’re just friends. i want a normal relationship, and i want my girlfriend to be as excited about prom as i am. i want to be able to go to the movies and have date nights without worrying about getting in the way of your schedule. i just think we want different things now.” you explain, trying to keep your voice light but she can hear the sadness laced through your tone clear as day.

lottie shakes her head rapidly, standing up and inching towards you. “i want those things too. i love our date nights, and you never get in the way of my schedule. i promise. i am excited about prom— at least i was… when i knew i was going with you.” lottie’s response is quiet and low, making you frown. “you never even asked me to prom, lot. it’s next month!” you point out and lottie flashes you those puppy eyes you could never resist when you were together. why does she have to be so cute?

“please go to prom with me.” she insists and before you can decline, and goes on. “i want to prove to you we still want the same things! if you still don’t want to be with me after prom… okay. i’ll respect your decision. but you have to let me try. please.” lottie sounds desperate, and she’s borderline begging. you let out sharp exhale, “fine. fine. i’ll go to prom with you, matthews. but i swear to god if you mess this up again, we’re done.” you warn her and she nods eagerly, reaching for your hands.

“i promise! i’m not gonna let you down this time!” she swears as she leans in and places a kiss on your cheek. “this times gonna be different.” she assures you, and you allow her to pull you in for a hug. you melt into her embrace, and you hesitantly wrap your arms around her. you can’t hope but help she’s telling you the truth this time. you suppose the only thing you can do is wait and see.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Birthday Boy

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Summary: December 10th, Joe’s 27th birthday spent with you and your twin boys.

Warnings: Fluff, *he's not injured!!*

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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December 10th, 2023

Joe had awoken in bed by himself this morning to his surprise. He had expected you, his wife, to be waking him with smooches all over his face but your side of the bed was empty.

He rolled over to grab his phone off his nightstand when the setup sitting on it made him smile. Every year since you and Joe got together in high school when you guys were 16 and 17, on Joe’s birthday you'd get him white roses. The number of them would be the age he was turning that day. There they were, 27 white roses in a vase.

Realizing there was a card and a gift bag propped up next to it, Joe leaned up in bed and picked up the card first.

Happy Birthday, Joey!

Gosh, how are you 27?! You're getting old babe. JKJK. I just wanted to tell you that I’m so happy to share another birthday with you, this is the 11th one that we've celebrated together and I hope I've made every year better than the last. 26 was such a year for you, and I'm proud to say I was by your side for all of it. Cheers to another year of getting to show you how much I love you. You're my husband, my rock, my happiness, my high school sweetheart, and most importantly my best friend. I love you more than words can explain, Joey Shiesty.

To my nerdy, quirky, antisocial, video game, Kid Cudi-obsessed boy, Happy 27th birthday.

Love, your y/n.

Joe didn't realize tears were streaming down his cheeks till he put the card down and saw a wet spot on the blanket on his lap. He quickly composed himself and grabbed the gift bag.

Pulling the contents out of the bag, he felt his eyes well up again when he realized it was a photo album.

It was white leather and on the front in gold font, it simply read “Us.”

Joe flipped to the first page and it had a song lyric quoted.

“When they wanna see how true love should be, they'll just look at us.”

Flipping the page again, it was a collage of pictures of you and him as high school lovebirds. A picture of him picking you up after a win while you were in your cheer uniform, one of you two sitting next to each other at lunch just smiling from ear to ear, you and him sitting in the back of one of his friend's truck while at a drive-in movie, a pic of you two at senior prom, and finally one of you guys graduating.

Joe flipped the page and wasn't at all surprised to see it was the Ohio State era of his life. Since Joe was a year older than you, you were stuck in Athens still when Joe was a freshman at OSU. Long distance sucked, but you guys made it work, and multiple pictures were showcasing that. You took screenshots of you and Joe's face timing that he had never seen before. There was a lovesick look in his eye that made Joe giggle knowing he's still just as infatuated with you. His favorite picture was the one of him lying on top of you in his dorm bed, you were running your fingers through his mullet as you cuddled him.

The LSU page made Joe’s heart warm, so many pictures of you standing to the side and smiling at him just so proud of everything he had accomplished during his time there. There was one slightly spicy photo that made Joe do a double take. That was the first photo you had ever sent him with the intention of turning him on. While Joe was out doing something with the team after winning the national championship you put nothing on but his letterman jacket and the “Big Dick Joe” that he had.

The next few pages only made Joe smile get bigger.

In order it was him getting drafted, the 2022 AFC Championship win + engagement, the wedding, finding out I was pregnant, the gender reveal, the boy's arrival, and everything in between.

When the last few pages were empty for more memories Joe shut the book and put it off to the side. He again had to compose himself and wipe his eyes after the emotional walk through memory lane, you guys had been through so much together and Joe couldn't a picture his life without you.

Joe was about to text you but as soon as he went to grab his phone you were walking into the bedroom. Truthfully you had been downstairs listening to him secretly through the baby monitor you had put up in the bedroom. You had heard him wrestle around in the sheets before sniffles were heard. After it went quiet for a bit you went upstairs and watched him through the cracked bedroom door as he wiped his eyes.

You walked towards the bed with a stack of pumpkin-flavored pancakes topped with candles singing Happy Birthday as Joe wore a huge grin.

After you were finished singing, Joe blew out the candles and you placed the plate on his lap.

“G’morning, Joey. Happy Birthday, my love. - you

He pulled you into a hug and squeezed you so tight.

“I love you so much, y/n.” - Joe

You rubbed his back and kissed him after you pulled away, his arms still around your waist.

“What did you wish for when you blew out your candles?” - you

“Can't tell you, you know it wouldn't come true if I did.” - Joe

“You're no fun.” - you

“I'm just kidding, baby. I actually didn't make a wish.” - joe

“What why? Did I not give you enough time to? I'm sor-” - you

“No. You gave me plenty of time. I just don't have anything to wish for. I have everything I could ever want or need so there's no need for me to wish for something. I have a beautiful amazing wife, perfect twin boys, a good career…” - Joe

You stared at him dumbfounded, wondering how you were ever able to bag this sweet man.

“You’re gonna make me cry.” - you sniffled

“C’mere.” - Joe opened his arms to you

Immediately in his embrace, Joe held the back of your head and kissed your temple.

“I've already cried twice.” - Joe giggled

“Awe Joey. Okay enough sappy stuff, you eat your birthday breakfast while I go clean the kitchen up.” - you pulled away from him and headed for the door when he stopped you

“Wait don't go! I'll help you clean later, can you stay with me right now?” - Joe

You smiled sweetly at him before waking back over to the bed and getting under the covers with him.

Joe turned on Spongebob and ate his pancakes, a few minutes in you heard little feet in the hallway before knocks on the door could be heard.

“Mommy? Daddy?” - Tyson

“You can come in, Ty!” - Joe

The twins happily opened the door and toddled over to the bed. You lifted them onto the bed and they sat with their backs against the footboard.

Tyson giggled as he jokingly got his hand under the covers and tickled Joe’s foot. Joe played along with it for a little bit, loving the sound of his son’s laugh before he started fighting back.

“Do you boys remember what today is?” - you

“Uhm… no momma.” - Miles

“It's someone's birthday!” - you

Tyson and Miles looked at each other for a second before they gasped at the same time and yelled out the answer in unison.

“Daddy’s!” - The twins yelled

“Mhm! Remember what you guys made yesterday?” - you

The boys nodded and you instructed them to go retrieve what they made from their room.

Joe gave you a skeptical raised eyebrow look, but you just leaned in and kissed him while you still had the chance.

It wasn't long till you could hear those little feet again and Tyson and Miles were running back into the bedroom. They handed Joe a few pieces of paper after he put his empty plate on his nightstand.

Tyson drew a picture of him, his daddy, and his uncles passing football at the practice fields.

Miles drew a picture of him and Joe playing with Hot Wheels tracks.

The drawings had Joe feeling a different form of bliss, his heart warmed to an insane level as he looked at the little details in his boys’ drawings.

“I love them, boys. Thank you.” - Joe croaked

“You welcome!” - Tyson beamed

“Dada? You sad?” - Miles

“No, Daddy’s really happy.” - Joe

“But you cryin'…” - Miles

“He’s crying happy tears buddy, really happy tears.” - Joe

“Oh… okay!” - Miles

“You guys should go play. Mommy and Daddy are gonna clean up before Gramps and Grammy come.” - you

When the boys left the room you turned to Joe who was still crying. You softly kissed his cheek and wiped his tears off of his cheeks.

“You okay, baby?” - you

“Never been better. This is the best feeling.” - Joe

“Good. They worked hard on those. Come follow me downstairs. I have something cool to show you.” - you

“You gonna give me my 27 birthday spankings? Or is that later?” - joe

You laughed as you pulled him out of bed and shoved him into the closet, asking without words for him to put clothes on since he was only in boxers.

He returned in sweatpants and a T-shirt and followed you downstairs.

“Is the cool thing you have to show me a sink full of dishes? Or do I have to unload the dishwasher?” - Joe

“You’re exempt from those chores today since you are the birthday boy. But no, I’m giving you one of your gifts now.” - you

Joe smiled and I told him to close his eyes as we started walking into the kitchen. He did as you said and you took his hands in yours to guide him to where the setup on the counter was. You smiled at the secret camera you had recording and dropped Joe’s hands.

Telling him to open his eyes, Joe looked around rather confused but when he looked down at the counter his eyes went as wide as saucers.

There was a positive Clearblue test next to the same onesie you showed Joe when you found out you were pregnant with the twins.

You watched Joe’s eyes start to water as his chin started quivering, causing your own eyes to get misty as you smiled at him.

“You’re pregnant?” - Joe grinned

“Mhm.” - you smiled as tears dripped down your face

Immediately his arms were around you, lifting you and spinning you around as he cried into your neck.

“We’re having another baby!” - Joe cried

When he put you down, Joe picked up the pregnancy test with shaky hands and fell against the counter with his head buried in his arms. He was so overcome with emotion.

“Are you happy?” - you rubbed his back

Joe stood up abruptly and nodded vigorously.

“I've never been so happy. What if we have a girl, y/n? I could be a girl dad.” - Joe cried again

“Oh baby.” - you pulled him into your arms

Joe hugged you so tight but was now trying not to put pressure on your stomach now that he was aware his baby was in there.

“I love you so much, y/n. You and our family are the best things to have ever happened to me. I can't believe we're having another baby.” - Joe

“I love you and our babies so much. I can't believe it either, I'm so excited.” - you

“How long have you known? Well about the baby?” - Joe

“Not too long, found out a couple of days ago and thought I'd wait till today.” - you

Joe nodded and leaned down to be level with your stomach. It hasn't gotten bigger yet but Joe didn't care, his baby was still in there.

“Hey, baby. It's your daddy. Me and your momma already love you so much. We can't wait to meet you.” - Joe

“I have an ultrasound next week. Think you can go?” - you

“For sure. I'll make it happen.” - Joe

The rest of the day Joe couldn't keep his hands off of you, always making sure you weren't farther than arm's length away from him.

Robin asked what was up later at dinner when you rejected your usual favorite wine that she and Jimmy had brought.

You and Joe were ecstatic to tell his parents about Baby Burrow #3 coming next fall and they were just as happy finding out about their next grandkid.

That night after dinner, dessert (pumpkin pie of course), and putting the boys to sleep, Joe and I were lying in bed talking about everything baby.

“y/n, you know, I've only been 27 for a day but I feel like it's going to be the best year yet.” - Joe

“You think so?” - you

“I know so because I’m gonna spend it with you, our boys, and baby Burrow.” - Joe

You had a strange feeling that Joe was right, but also an overwhelming feeling of love washed over you. How'd you get so lucky with Joe?

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Authors note: happy bday Joey B!

there was a birthday imagine request in my messages so here you go!

hope you enjoyed! 💕

[everythingne]

sister's influnce -- po5

longtime racing fan and twisters star yn ln ends up with a new favorite after being invited to the mid-ohio race. pato is just doing what he does best--stealing the hearts of the general public.

pato oward x actress!reader / fc: daisy edgar-jones

warnings/notes: mild twisters spoilers? kinda? as usual the twitter dates are wrong i just... im lazy.

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officialynln: bts from the last leg of the press tour (sobbing), and can we start a petition to cast me in some sort of racing movie sometime soon??

tagged: glenpowell, anthonyramos, arrowmclaren, twistersmovie

glenpowell: awe you put cutie in here

⤷ officialynln: i am going to throw you into a tornado

user: wheres pato in the comments i see him in the likes godamnit

user: put yn in the f1 movie instead of brad pitt

user1: what do you MEAN the press tour is over?

arrowmclaren: it was lovely to have a meteorology icon in our presence!

⤷ officialynln: how much do i have to pay to drive the car next time...

⤷ indycar: unfortunately, that is not allowed.

⤷ arrowmclaren: we can let you sit in it though! and we'll make sure its pato's car ;)

patriciooward: sad we missed eachother this weekend... if u wanna come to another raaacceeeee......???

⤷ officialynln: very sad indeed :( maybe i'll see you next time ...

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brittanybroski: BROSKI NATION WELCOMES LADY YN OF HOUSE LN TO THE REALM!

thanks for coming on the show @ officialynln it was a pleasure 🛡️⚔️❤️

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user: YESSSS

user1: this is what we've been WAITING FOR

user2: brittany ur roster is crazy??

user1: need a glen powell episode.

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officialynln: pato who :)? congrats my love, glad we got to 'run into' eachother again.

user: SHUT THE FUCK UP?

patriciooward: so did u notice how when ur at races i win?? i think that means i get to keep you in my pocket

⤷ officialynln: with the straw wrapper you said you'd throw out two days ago?

⤷ patriciooward: why are you calling me out like this corazón :(?

glenpowell: there is no way you did this yn

nolansiegel: my mom!!

⤷ officialynln: MY SON!!!!

alexanderrossi: thank god he'll stop complaining now

⤷ officialynln: 'i was simply yapping' is his defense

⤷ arrowmclaren: this was beyond yapping

⤷ patriciooward: my TEAM is calling me out >:(??

coltonherta: so when is the indycar movie coming?

⤷ kylekirkwood: @ officialynln can i crash into colton in the movie

⤷ officialynln: idk when the movie will be out, but ill write that down

⤷ coltonherta: what the fuck?? RUDE??

⤷ scottmclaughlin: ill be in the movie if i get to have some jersey shore reference

⤷ officialynln: calling snooki rn dw scott

stingrayrobb: oH HE WASNT JOKING?

santinoferruci: patito win !

⤷ officialynln: get OFF my instagram.

⤷ nolansiegel: LMAO YN PLEASE??

user1: the ENTIRE indy grid coming to yns comments is amazing

user2: the way pato was just so cute he pulled an actress?? thats my driver damnit.

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[mysunshinetemptress]

Ever Since New York

Part 2 of Meet Me in the Hallway

Leah Williamson x Styles!Reader

Warnings:Angst hidden relationships, lots of sighing

You hummed into Leah’s chest as she brushed her hand through your hair the two of you wrapped up on her couch watching The Arsenal boys against Southampton, you loved these moments the mundane couple things where you were able to forget that you lived four hours away and rarely saw each other unless it was through a phone or you had a free day to drive down to her for a few hours. You smiled hearing Leah whisper a quite yes as the boys took the offence “if they don’t win this one Le they will prove themselves to be absolutely shite.” Leah squeezed you slightly “hey United are just as bad “you shook your head “yeah but we have a trophy in our collection that’s younger then 20 years old.” Leah laughed squeezing you again huffing as Arsenal lost the ball. This was the few times in the last few months where it had been just the two of you, both being called up to the Olympic squad didn’t mean you got to spend time with your blonde lover instead you both kept your interactions to a minimum so this right here was bliss until it wasn’t.

You groaned lifting your head from Leah’s chest as you answered the phone “hi Harry.” Leah watched concerned as you sat up abruptly “how did you know I’m in London.” You looked at Leah panicked “just a friend H from the national team.” Leah sat up before getting off the couch and standing in front of you. “Yeah I can call around in an hour.” You looked at Leah “stay the night.” You felt your heart sink as you watched Leah nod her head, you didn’t want to stay at your brothers you wanted to stay at hers this was the only break you where getting for the next few weeks and you wanted to spend as much of it with her as possible. Sighing you agreed “yeah H I’d love to I’ll see you soon alright.” Hanging up the phone you began getting your shoes on as Leah looked at you confused “hey where are you going you told him an hour love.” You looked at Leah “I am not in the mood for this conversation right now I’ll see you in a few weeks ok.” Leah looked at you confused “but Y/n..” you shook your head “I’ll text you when I get there, I love you.” You kissed her goodbye before jumping in the car to head to Harry.

Harry to his kindness never asked which national team mate you where visiting simply talking about his up coming shows in New York titled “Harryween.” Before you both decided to watch a movie and just relax, we’ll try to relax you instead sat picking at your fingers thinking about your girlfriend who lived less than an hour away.

You hadn’t seen Leah in since you left her that night to stay at Harry’s but you had been talking daily trying to organise your schedules so you could drive down to London to spend time together only something always came up “sorry can’t do this weekend Arsenal girls are going out.” Or “sorry love not this weekend family thing, event I have to go to with Al, family night with the Arsenal.” The list went on and you felt yourself hating your hidden relationship more than before.

You where sat in your Mums house for a small family dinner, it was one of the rare occasions you all seemed to be in the same place as Harry was home, Gemma wasn’t working and you didn’t have a match. Harry cleared his throat before looking at you excitedly “so you know how my team and I came up with the plan to do HarryWeen.” You hummed in acknowledgment focused on cutting your roast potatoes “well my team checked your schedule for October and you’re free to fly out for it so.” You looked up at Harry “so what H.” Harry rolled his eyes “so will you come over to New York.” You looked at him eyebrows raised in surprise “I don’t know Harry I don’t know what the plans are for Halloween yet with the girls.” Truth was you had been hinting at Leah that you wanted to spend it with her “Invite them.” You nearly chocked on your dinner “what.” Harry nodded “invite the girls, even your national squad if you want.” You looked to your mum then Gemma “oh that would be lovely Ella, Alessia, Chloe and Alex. I agree darling invite them.” You sighed dropping your fork to rub your head, they would love to go you knew that but it was Leah you wanted to see not them. “Yeah I’ll ask.” As if on cue your phone rang as you flipped it over to see the photo of you and Leah staring back at you “sorry I have to take this I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Hey Le.” Leah sighed happily down the phone “god I miss you.” You smiled sitting on the stairs “I miss you too, what’s up are you ok.” Leah began talking about the match she had just finished playing a match you had recorded back in your apartment to watch later but nevertheless you sat happily listening to her talk about it. You began picking at the carpet as you worked up the nerve to ask “Hey Le.” Leah hummed softly telling you she was listening “Harry was just talking about his show in New York next month and eh well he said our schedules are free and asked if I wanted to invite some of the eh the girls over like you know El, Less, Chloe and Al and I was..well I was wondering if you wanted to maybe come over too you know to see him perform.” “Y/n.” Leah tried to speak but you couldn’t let her to scared of what she would say “I could introduce you this time like you wanted and you I mean you could even invite Kiera and Georgia that way it’s not just you so it’s less suspicious with the girls and all.” “Y/n” you hummed this time halting your speech “I would love to, I’ll text the girls now ok, Halloween with my girl in New York sounds cool.” You smiled happily “yeah.” Leah laughed “yeah.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you where holding “ok cool, ehm listen I have to get back to the table but I love you and I’ll text you later.” Leah laughed at how excited you sound “ok go on I’ll text the girls now and ask, I love you pretty girl.” You stood up on the stairs and squealed happily at the thought of Leah coming to New York with you as you went and sat back with your family. Harry laughed looking at you “what’s got you so happy.” You shrugged “New York.”

You had excitedly texted the girls that night asking if they all wanted to come to New York for the concert as well as a small shopping trip before texting them back when Harry said he was going to give you his jet for it before excitedly texting Leah “oh my god Le Harry said we can use his jet for New York.” Leah sighed looking at the text “cool.” You texted back immediately “maybe we could sit together, only if you’re comfortable with it.” Leah’s head shot up as her mum spoke “who’s texting you that you can’t listen to a word I’m saying.” Leah rolled her eyes “just one of the girls asking if I wanted to go to New York, I have to check.” Amanda hummed “which girl.” Leah shook her head “one of them god mum stop snooping.”

As the days grew closer to your departure date your family couldn’t help but smile at your excitement, it’s the first time they had seen you this excited in a while. The plan had been set weeks ago you, Ella, Less, Chloe, and Alex would all stay at your house and leave for the airport together and meet your Mum and Sister in New York, you had texted Leah the plan but she simply said she would stay at Kiera’s and that Georgia was going to stay with them.

You had all gotten up at 4 am happily getting yourselves ready for the airport texting Leah updates before squeezing into the car Harry had sent to get you. You shot one last text to Leah telling her you were leaving and that you would see her shortly. After arriving at the airport you all got on the plane and sat waiting patiently for the last three girls, it was a surprise for the rest of the girls who were coming. An hour later Ella groaned “Y/n we have been waiting for ages come on your other friends aren’t coming.” You looked down at your phone again, all your texts had been left on delivered since you got up and you had tried calling her 15 times but to no avail, finally it was when the captain came out that you agreed to leave.

Landing in New York you turned on your phone to see a text from Leah stating her and the girls had slept through their alarms and where so sorry but they arranged to get a flight that would land 6pm New York time. Sighing you got in the car to drive to the Hotel before leaving to meet up with your Mum and Sister at a restaurant. “Come on Y/n cheer up we made it and your friends are on the next flight out.” You nodded along to Chloe’s words “right ok yeah let’s go.” Sitting in the restaurant with your mum you couldn’t help but keep checking the time on your phone. “Hey im going to head to the airport to meet the girls arriving in I’ll meet you all back at the hotel ok.” The girls all wished you goodbye as you hoped back into the black Cadillac to the airport. You texted Leah “hey you never sent your flight details, I’m guessing T1 I’ll see you soon, I don’t think I’ve said it yet, but thank you for doing this I love you Le.”

You stood excitedly at the welcome gate ready to wrap your girlfriend in a hug before your other friends. You sighed checking your phone as it read 6:45 before googling flights arriving into JFK only to see that the 6pm flight had in fact landed already and they should have been out ages ago, shaking your head you decided to text Leah again “hey love, did you girls get lost??.” You decided this time to also text Kiera “hey Kie, did you guys get lost on the way out, where are u??.” You looked up as more strangers emerged from the airport but still couldn’t see the trio before looking back at your phone as it buzzed “Y/n wtf are you talking about get lost where.” You frowned in confusion before typing Keira back “Getting lost in JFK in New York, Leah said your guys flight landed at 6pm.” You watched as the bubbles appeared on screen “eh wtf why would I be in New York, Y/n are you sure you’re texting the right girl.” Your breath hitched as you stared at your phone “Keira where are you.” You felt tears begin to prick your eyes “I’m in Manchester, with Lucy, Leah hasn’t texted me in a few days.” You shook your head, deciding to call Leah but of course it went straight to voice mail, you let out a huff as you began to speak “Le, darling I’m..I’m not mad I promise I just…what’s going on..please Le..Keira said you never said anything to her about New York…I just..Le please call me..I’m sorry if I pushed you to fast just let me know your ok…. We can organise to see each other when I get back…I love you…Le god do I love you.” You hung up the phone before turning to head back to the driver.

You couldn’t wait for New York but now all you wanted was for this trip to end.

[ayeeeebri]

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~about me~

✮my name is brianna✮

✯i’m 18 years old✯

✰my birthday is September 18th✰

🂱Virgo sun, Aries moon, Libra rising🂱

♦my fav colors are pink, green, and black♦

✸my hobbies are doing my makeup, drawing, painting, watching movies, listening to music, shopping, taking cute pics, and going on walks or drives✸

✪music taste~Deftones, Amy Winehouse, Mazzy Star, Tv Girl, Pierce the Veil, Alice In Chains, Mac Miller, Lana Del Rey, Radiohead, No Doubt, Korn, Slipknot, Marcy Playground, Hole, Nirvana, Sublime, Soundgarden, The Smiths, Limp Bizkit, The Cure, Alanis Morissette, The Doors✪

☽fav movies~the crow, queen of the damned, thirteen, gia, buffalo ‘66, coraline, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, jennifer’s body, palo alto, requiem for a dream, girl interrupted, all the bright places, the virgin suicides, pearl, x, maxxxine, gone girl, lolita, I believe in unicorns, the butterfly effect, bride of chucky, the craft, the conjuring, titanic, ginger snaps, before I fall, prozac nation, 10 things I hate about you, practical magic, sleepy hollow, the edge of seventeen, chemical hearts, the florida project, barb wire☾

❣fav shows~the end of the fucking world, the vampire diaries, my name is earl, stranger things, demon slayer, euphoria❣

~here’s my links to my other socials and a pic of me~

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1955 Lincoln Futura

Did you know this?

Before the Batmobile: Benson Ford Drives the 1955 Lincoln Futura

Benson Ford Sr. is the least well known of Henry Ford’s three grandsons. His older brother Henry II (1917-1987) was Ford Motor Company’s emperor, serving as president or chairman from 1945 to 1980, while his younger brother William Clay Ford, Sr. (1925-2014) was the chairman of Ford’s design committee and the father of current Ford executive chairman Bill Ford, Jr. Middle brother Benson (1919-1978) served a number of lesser roles in the company and passed away, sadly, at only 59. At the time of this filming he was a Ford vice-president and general manager of the Lincoln-Mercury division.

In these photos from 1955, Benson pulls rank for some sweet PR duty: He takes the fabulous Lincoln Futura for a spin through Manhattan, around Central Park and past the front door of the United Nation headquarters on First Avenue. True to its name, as the Futura cruises alongside all the conventional 1950s cars and trucks on the streets of New York, it looks like something shot straight out of a time machine.

The dream car, designed by John Najjar and Bill Schmidt of Ford Styling, built on a prototype Continental Mark II chassis, and constructed by Ghia of Turin at a cost of $250,000, was a genuine show-stopper in its day. In an interesting historical twist, Ford said the car’s lines were inspired by two marine creatures, the manta ray and the mako shark. GM would later claim the same influences for two memorable Corvette concepts, with remarkably different results.

Of course, we all know the fate of the Futura: After appearing in the 1959 MGM movie It Started With a Kiss with Debbie Reynolds and Glenn Ford, the show car was discarded by Ford, eventually ending up on the back lot of California customizer George Barris. In 1966, Barris transformed the Futura into the far-out TV Batmobile, eliminating the bubble canopy and adding a kitschy bat-themed paint job and other gimmicks. The Hollywood version certainly has its fans: Countless tributes and copies have been built, and Batmobile no. 1 sold at auction in 2013 for $4.62 million. But Lincoln purists prefer to remember the car in its original Futura state.

The Original 1966 Batmobile Was Bought For $1 From Ford.

This article written by Northtowne Lincoln in KCMO..

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Big Bend - Chapter Two

Cw: cursing, mentions of man eating giants (nothing comes of it)

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Texas was really fucking big. Yeah, I knew that was like it's whole thing - “everything's bigger in Texas” - but I still hadn't been expecting it to be this big. I'd been driving all day, and I'd watched the sun move from the east to overhead to west and then finally disappear behind the horizon, leaving the faded orange sky that currently sprawled in front of me. I'd entered the state while the sun was somewhere between east and overhead, almost seven hours ago, and based on my phone's map, I still had another hour to go before I'd reach my destination. 

Growing up in Connecticut and having spent the last three years mostly staying in the same neighborhood in Seattle, I found myself more than a little shocked.

 I probably should have expected this, I thought. I mean, what was I expecting taking a job in the state with the aforementioned motto, at a place called Big Bend. 

Well, I wanted to get away from things, and by the looks of it, I've certainly succeeded at that at least.

Miles of desert stretched on for as far as the eye could see in every direction. 

Yup. Nailed it. 

Despite still being an hour away, I felt anxiety bubbling up in my stomach as I approached what was going to be both my new job and home. I'd never worked at a national park before. Granted, I'd only be working there as a gift shop clerk - not a cool job like being a park ranger. Still, it was entirely out of my comfort zone. Several days of driving out of my comfort zone, to be exact. 

The job offered room and board, though, and when it was between spending the last of my money on gas and driving to the other side of the country versus hoping to get a bed at a women's shelter that already didn't have enough beds, I would apparently choose the first option. 

I just really hoped I didn't regret it. 

The dim orange sky continued to fade as I drove on. Hotel California played faintly over the radio. When the sky was almost entirely dark, I finally saw it. 

The large wood sign sat on the side of the road. There was just enough light left to make out the words. I slowed to a crawl as I drove past.

“Big Bend National Park,” I murmured. “Here goes way more than nothing.” 

I continued on, the sign fading into gray dusk as I sped up again. It wasn't long before lights appeared in front of me. They grew larger quickly. Soon, the navigation on my phone showed I'd arrived at my destination. Panther Junction. As I stared at the lights in front of me in the otherwise dark desert, it hit me that I hadn't quite arrived at my destination. Not exactly. I'd been told to go to Panther Junction, where I'd be working and living, but instructions beyond that were unclear. The series of roads, parking lots, and buildings in front of me left far more options than I would have liked. The main visitor center, a two story building with what looked like a balcony, was dark. That eliminated that option, at least. The parking lot in front was also empty, and seemed like a decent enough place to park and start looking for someone who might know where I was supposed to be. 

I mean, someone has to know, right? I just really hoped that someone wasn't solely me. I pulled into a parking spot, turned my car off, and climbed out into to crisp night air. Looking around, it seemed like the lights I'd seen were behind the visitor center, so I decided I'd start there. 

God, I'd so be the first person to die in a horror. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've seen a horror movie that starts like this. 

I pushed those thoughts aside and started walking, reminding myself that this wasn't a horror movie. The walk towards the lights was silent aside from crickets. It grew steadily larger in front of me. 

Wait. 

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I neared the lights, I realized something was off with the perspective. They were growing larger far too fast for any building I could imagine existing out here. Not only that, but they seemed to be sinking lower. 

If that building is so big, shouldn't they be getting higher up? 

It took several moments for me to figure out what I was staring at. All the while, I edged closer to the lights. 

Maybe it's an optical illusion? A mirage? Those happen in deserts, right? 

I was hardly an expert in deserts, but I felt like I'd heard somewhere that mirage had something to do with sun and heat, both of which the night was currently lacking. 

As I drew closer, I became even more confused. The lights belonged to a building that sat in a canyon in front of me. That alone wasn't weird. What was, though, were both the size and proportions of the building. It looked like a camper. The vintage kind that wouldn't seem out of place on a postcard from a national park. However, it was at least several hundred feet tall, obscured only by the canyon it lay in. Speaking of the canyon - I should be nearing the edge. I cautiously lifted my phone’s light from directly in front of me to further out. Just as I'd guessed, there was a sharp drop off about seven feet away. It was just barely illuminated by my phone's light. Deciding I didn't want to add “falling off a sheer cliff in the middle of nowhere” to the day's activities, I started to trace the edge of the cliff with my light, moving it to my left.

 And then almost dropped it seconds later. 

It took me a moment once again to process what I was looking at, and when I did, my eyes widened. The person sitting against the cliff wall to my side was huge. Even that descriptor felt like an understatement. He was large enough that my brain had registered him as another rock formation in the darkness as I'd been walking up, because surely a living being couldn't be that large. 

Well, I guess that explains the giant building. 

And raises about a dozen more questions. 

He was tall enough that my flashlight only actually illuminated a portion of the green sweater he was wearing. He noticed me mere moments after I noticed him, and his eyes widened. I felt like he probably also would have almost dropped his flashlight if he'd been carrying one. He quickly took out his airpods - or airpod lookalikes, since I wasn't sure they made airpods that big. 

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," I said quickly. 

"It's fine," he said, looking more confused than I felt. "I mean, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you walk up, I was listening to music." 

"I'm kind of surprised you heard me at all. Wait, should I be talking louder?" I wasn't really sure what the etiquette was for talking to giants, admittedly.

In fact, the term ‘giant’ in itself was something of an umbrella term. There were technically several kinds of beings from various realms that were referred to as giants. Some more humanoid than others, some larger than others. The most well known, and common, around Earth were Tyastrons. I'd worked with one briefly during a summer job when I was in high-school. I was fairly certain I didn't remember her being anywhere near the size of the young man in front of me, though. She had been around 40 feet tall. That was still positively ginormous to me, at 5’5”. The giant in front of me would have easily dwarfed her, though. Even sitting down, he was at least 100 feet tall. 

 He shook his head. 

"No, you're good. Really good hearing is like an Aphirial thing-" 

"You're an Aphirial?" I asked, realizing I cut him off halfway through my question. I cringed internally. 

I remembered hearing that name a few times in the past. Mostly in connection with campfire tales or horror films. They were like, super scary man eating giants, in both of said works.

Fuck, I would so be the first person to die in a horror movie. 

“...yeah.” He answered my question in a cautious tone. 

Now that my eyes had adjusted more, and I was focusing on him, I could make out some more details of his appearance. His hair was his most striking feature. It was a pale blonde - almost white - that I would have assumed was the result of bleach, if I wasn't unsure as to whether or not Aphirials could or did bleach their hair. It fell down to his shoulders, framing a pair of green eyes and a face that looked about my age, despite being several times the size of my entire body. 

Said eyes glittered with apprehension. His brows were drawn together. Overall, no indications of human eating or any other kind of malice. If he wanted to hurt me, he had already had plenty of opportunity to do so. It wouldn’t take much effort for him to reach up and grab me. He made no move to do so. 

Okay, so he’s probably not going to kill me. Right now, at least. 

I probably should have been more concerned at that possibility, but I’d had a very trying past couple of months. 

“So…you like, live out here?” I asked finally. 

“oh-yeah! I'm going to work here. I mean, I live here because of that. I'm going to be a park ranger here.” 

The last sentence made something click in my memory - a tirade from Jack I'd almost forgotten about. One of many, and one I'd been too relieved hadn't been about me to remember. A few months ago he'd been upset about some national park hiring an Aphirial. 

"That's cool," I said. Mostly because it was the first thing to come to mind.

 "I wanted to be a park ranger when I was a kid."  That had been the second thing to come to mind.

 I thankfully didn't say the third thing, which was that I probably didn't have to worry about him eating me then if he was a park ranger, because that had to go against job rules. Instead, I skipped to the fourth. 

“I'm going to be working here too. Not as anything as cool as a park ranger. Just in the gift shop. Speaking of which…I'm glad I ran into you then, because I just got in, and I wasn't really sure where I was supposed to go, but I saw your lights off in the desert and thought maybe someone would be out here.” 

“Huh," Easton said, in a way that made me pretty sure he was also thinking about my lack of survival instinct in wandering off into the dark desert. “I'm not entirely sure. I'll try to help figure it out, though - I bet John might know, or know someone who knows anyways.” 

Before I could question who John was, he continued. “You have no idea who John is, though. Uh, he works for the IMA, technically, but now he also works at the park. As my supervisor. Which I think is a fancy way of saying handler - anyways, uh, why don't I just go get him?” 

“Yeah, sure,” I said. “Thank you.” 

“Will you be alright here?” He asked, gesturing to the dark desert around us. 

I shrugged. “Oh, yeah. What's the worst that can happen, a flesh pedestrian mimics my late mother's voice and lures me out into the night to steal my skin?” 

He gave me an confused look. "I-uh-what?'

"Just joking. I'll be fine,” I said, wincing at my awkward attempt at humor. I'd never been good at it. Or really talking to people in general. Apparently that hadn't changed, even if the person in question was the size of a building.

“Right. Uh, okay, I'll be back in a just a minute,” he said. “I'm just going to stand up and walk over to the trailer.” 

I thought it was a bit unnecessary for him to announce his movements, until he actually stood up. Even though I could have guessed he was somewhere around two hundred feet tall based on his size while sitting, the reality of what that meant hit me like a freight train as he drew himself up to his full height. His face had been almost level with the cliff edge I stood on previously. Now he towered over me. And the cliff itself. I swallowed. It was somewhere between surreal, terrifying, and really cool to be looking up at someone the size of a small skyscraper. To be interacting with them. 

The giant paused, looking down at me. 

“Sorry, what was your name?” 

“Oh, right. I'm Zoey. Zoey Summers. What was yours?” 

“Easton Parks.” 

“Park Ranger Parks,” I noted with a small laugh.  

“It is a little ironic, isn't it? You can just call me Easton, though.” He laughed softly as well. “Anyways, I won't be long getting John, and I'm sure he'll at least know who to contact.” 

I nodded, then wondered if he could even see it, between my size and the darkness. He gave a short nod of his own in response. Apparently he could. 

I watched him turn and begin to move toward the giant trailer. As he did, I noticed a sort of tremor in the ground beneath me. It took me a second to put together it was caused by his footsteps. 

Damn. 

He disappeared into the trailer shortly, leaving me alone in the dark desert once more to ponder what had just happened. Out of all the things I'd been expecting to find out here, an Aphirial was very much not one of them. Still, he seemed quite nice, and he was helping me. I'd take a helpful Aphirial over an unhelpful Human any day, I decided. 

It didn't take long for Easton to return. He seemed to be just as alone at first. As he drew nearer, though, I could make out that he was holding something in one hand. It wasn't until he had announced he was going to crouch down, and was once again almost eye level with the cliff, that I realized what it was. Or more, who it was. The man in the center of his looked older than both of us by at least a decade. Despite the fact that he was literally in someone's hand, he possessed an air of authority noticeable even from where I stood. Easton slowly lowered his hand to the cliff. The man - John, I guessed - climbed off smoothly. 

“So, you must be Zoey.” 

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works in progress

lucy bronze

cat and mouse: the back and forth flirting between you and lucy comes to a head after your first derby against each other.

separate ways: you and lucy celebrate winning your last champion's league title together.

lia walti

closer: you seek out some comfort with lia after a hard day.

perfect girl: you just want to do everything lia tells you to.

alexia putellas

eleven: you surprise alexia by wearing her jersey after a game.

your father's daughter: alexia checks on you after your dad dies.*

familia iii: your first year with alexia and your two kids.

just a kid iv: you and olga convince alexia to go on a double date.

perfect: alexia reassures you that you're perfect in her eyes.

invisible: you act out so alexia will pay attention to you.

fireball: alexia takes care of you when you drink too much.

your best girl: you help alexia after the olympics.

movie moment: alexia gets upset when your picnic date gets ruined, but the two of you find yourselves having an even better time.

paths not taken: you and alexia reminisce about what could have been.

picture in my pocket: you give alexia a polaroid of you at an event.

stand by me: alexia thanks you for being by her side after she retires.

punctual: after years of teasing from your wife, she's finally late.

little one ii: you get lost at the madrid game.

leah williamson

dark: leah helps soothe your youngest when she has nightmares.

complicate me: leah proves that your breakup wasn't as clean as you told everyone.

mascot: you realize during a game that you're ready for the next step with leah.

soaked: leah proves a point.

barcelona

translators: you have a bit of trouble during your first interview in english.*

open arms: the team learns about your girlfriend.

mariona caldentey

something new: mariona tops you with a strap-on for the first time.

jenni hermoso

casual ii: you come back from mexico for your first national camp after leaving barcelona.

role reversal: you find yourself in control for once, sort of.

katie mccabe

big mistakes: katie explains to you why she has to leave.*

emily engstler

what u need: emily spends a night taking care of you.

our song: you convince emily to play guitar for you.

new sensation: emily tops you with the strap for the first time.

paige bueckers

study date: paige distracts you while you try to help her study.

goody two shoes: paige shows you a few things in the bedroom.

little buck: your first year at college with your big sister, paige.

lena oberdorf

time killer: lena asks to try something new to help her pass her injury time.

american beauty: lena doesn't realize that you're german.

dodgy: lena distances herself, and you think the worst.

kelsey plum

baller: kelsey takes you on a date after you come to one of her games.

mary earps

housewife ii: you and mary try to talk things out.

kim little

always: for as long as you and kim can remember, you've always been around each other.

pressed: kim gets upset when you get close to a new teammate.

ruesha littlejohn:

obvious: you and ruesha are forced to confront your feelings about each other.

diana turasi

big mouth: your rookie season breeds an interesting rivalry with a vet on your team.

sneaky: you and diana hook up the morning before your game against each other at the olympics.

alana kennedy

cuddlebug: alanna has trouble keeping her hands to herself.

patri guijarro

quiet time: you and patri spend a night in together when she gets back from paris.

chills: you take care of patri when she catches a cold after not listening to you.

selfless: patri gets you off.

laia codina

drives me crazy: you and laia have a somewhat toxic back and forth.

decadent ambitions: laia decides to try something new with you.

katrina gorry

separation anxiety: katrina's first night alone at your apartment comes with a couple complications.

latchkey: katrina accidentally neglects you a bit with everything else going on.

leila ouahabi

about last night: you and leila try to avoid each other after hooking up.

kyra cooney-cross

big man: kyra accidentally embarrasses you trying to prove herself around your ex.

scary dog privilege: you and kyra get close when you transfer to arsenal.

caitlin foord

when the sun rises: the morning after you and caitlin hook up.

keira walsh

trojan horse: how some of your england teammates deduce you're keira's girlfriend.

arsenal

sleepy girl: the team finds your ability to nap anywhere amusing.

on par: you get frustrated at your lack of progress after coming back from an ankle injury.

mapi leon

crash: mapi gets a call that you've been in an accident.

gio quieroz

addicted: no matter how many times she breaks you heart, you can't get enough of gio.

ewa pajor

wrecking ball: you find it hard to keep your walls up around ewa.

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Stranger Things Summer

this is a whole list of compiled drabbles and headcanons of mainly eddie munson and the rest of the stranger things (hawkins) kids

going to a late night movie

dancing in the rain

burning schoolwork with the gang

thrifting an outfit

cooking contest

ice cream bar

completing a 1000-piece puzzle

a day in the city

hammocking

the usual game night

making bracelets

strawberry picking

meadow picnic

going to an art gallery

making a summer playlist

Harrington Beach House Road Trip

Harrington Beach House Road Trip photo collage

firework show

visiting a national park

tie dying

karaoke at the Hideout

hosting a cookout

getting breakfast at midnight

drive-in movie

spay day

sleeping under the stars

keepsake letters

movie marathons

arcade

risky business

homemade pizzas

baking contest

getting matching tattoos

watching an early sunrise

staying awake for 24 hours

going to a farmers market

running through sprinklers

a day at the mall

watching old movies

painting each other's backs

cooking a new meal together

life-changing decision

end of summer party

summer with eddie photo collage

summer with friends photo collage