#i still don't know how I'll get to the train or home from work during the rest of this show

[thevoidstaredback]

Weeks Ago

Me: Shifts at the theatre have gone up for the week before, the week after, and the week of your knee surgery, including the day. Is that going to be a problem?

Mom: No. Go ahead and sign up for them; I'll arrange ways for you to get to and from work

Me: Alright

Monday Morning

Me: How am I getting to work tomorrow?

Dad: You work tomorrow?

Me: Yep. I told Mom and she said she'd figure stuff out

Dad: It'd be easier if you called out. Is it too late?

Me: It's a little short notice, but it should be fine (it was)

Today

Me: How am I getting to work today?

Dad: You work today?

Me: Yep. The rest of this week and all of next, barring Sunday and Monday

Dad: That would've been nice to know before. Where?

Me: The theatre

Dad: What time?

Me: Today and tomorrow, 5 to ~9. Friday, 5:30-9:30

Dad: I don't know how we're gonna get you home; I don't think I can leave your mom alone for that long. What time does the train leave?

Me: 4:00

Dad: Call your sister and see if she'll bring you home. We'll leave here at 3:30 to catch your train

Me: She won't. She doesn't drive at night

Twin: I'll bring you home tonight as long as I leave now so I can get some sleep in before work tonight

Me: You sure? I can ask a friend

Twin: Yeah, I'm sure

[bbokicidal]

"Are you serious...?" - Angst! [Hyung Line SKZ]

Notes : These are all obviously fictional situations, the red flags are just based off of habits we know they have (like Chan's need to be needed, Changbin being blunt/honest.) This post isn't me saying I think they have these red flags, it's just a fun angsty prompt I wrote down. If you don't like it, scroll and don't read.

If people like this - a maknae line will be written! If not, prolly not lol.

Warnings : Angst with no comfort, red flag behavior - some of these aren't even that bad or could be misunderstandings but still.

Maknae Line | "Good Luck, Babe." Part Two!! Here!

BangChan - Brushing off/Having the wrong priorities

One time, it was him forgetting a dinner date - the next, he was staying at the studio late when he was supposed to be meeting your parents for the first time. You let it slide because ultimately you understood that his job took up a lot of his time, and honestly? It wasn't easy to forget about but he had a tendency to take care of you and make up with it by quick gestures before he left the apartment or when he came home; Soft back hugs, quick cuddles before he fell asleep, or kisses in passing. Lately, however, he's been slacking. He'd begun to shrug you off any time you'd touched his arm or hand, nudging you away while he typed on his laptop. He'd tip his head away from yours while laying in bed together or he'd sit further away on the dressing room sofa.

The tipping point was when he was getting ready to go on stage and was standing in wait for the others to be ready. There was still five minutes and Chris looked a bit jittery, so you figured a quick hug or kiss would help ease his nerves. However as soon as you approach and reach to touch his arms, he steps back and keeps his eyes trained on his phone. You reach again, hesitant, and his brow furrows as he maneuvers to the side to get away. "Don't touch me."

Your lips pop apart in surprise. "...Are you serious?"

He looks over, eyes briefly wandering your face before he reaches to fix his in-ear and walks away to the door, disappearing around the corner and leaving you standing there alone. Even the soft touch of Felix's hand on your back as he passed by was warmer than anything you'd felt from Chris in the last two months.

Lee Know - Keeping secrets / Prioritizing Privacy within himself

Minho had a very, very bad habit of not telling you things. In this instance; That he was leaving for tour in two days.

A world. fucking. tour. The only reason you didn't know about it was because you hadn't been out of your home in the last few weeks unless it was for a quick coffee at the cafe or to grab lunch with a friend. Work was heavy during this time of year and as someone who worked remotely, you often spent grueling hours in your office on your computer - hunched, tired, head pounding and back sore.

So you would think that when you entered your bedroom one evening after just finishing up sorting files in your office, you'd be happy to see your boyfriend already there. And you were for a moment, until you realized he was packing three rather large suitcases full of his clothes and necessities. He looks to you, then away, wordless.

"Are.. you.. moving out, or something?" You breathe in a laugh, eyes wandering over Minho as he folds a t-shirt and tucks it into his suitcase with the others.

"No. I have to bring all of my luggage to the company building tomorrow so they can have it at the airport when we leave for Australia."

"Australia?" Your brows quirk. "When -- Why --"

"Tour." He stops his movements to stare over at you, a hint of irritation evident on his face. "We're going on tour for six months."

"Six--" You breathe out, eyes widening. "Six months. And you didn't think to tell me?"

Minho moves to drop a pair of pants in his suitcase. "I would've told you if you could handle the news, maybe. Every time I mention leaving all you do is whine and pout about how long I'll be gone."

"I get upset, yes, what girlfriend wouldn't be upset that her boyfriend is leaving for a week or two? But six months, Minho, I --"

"Don't start." He all but huffs out the words, shutting you up immediately. Minho turns away to continue folding items of clothing on the shared bed and as you watch him do so, you stand and have to wonder if you want to be there when he returns home from the tour.

Changbin - Not knowing the difference between being rude and being blunt

He didn't seem to understand when to stop. Changbin had a tendency to be honest, sometimes to a fault, though you never seemed to complain about it because most of the time it wasn't a big deal. He called Jeongin out for saying the wrong word when singing, or blatantly threw people under the bus when a joke was taken too far.

And he was like that with you, too. He would be honest with you when you asked his opinion of something - was the shirt unflattering? Were you being too loud? Was your makeup bad today?

He'd lay it on you point blank. Yes, the shirt fit a little weird. Yes, you were being a bit loud in his ear. And yes, your eyeliner was going in two different directions. Criticism that was asked for. But when it wasn't asked for? Oh.

"What is your problem?" He bites as he follows you down the hallway to your bedroom. "We have ten minutes, just wear the damn dress and put your shoes on. We have to go."

Your huffs mix with stifled sobs as you rip open your dresser drawer and dig for other options, hands shaking and eyes teary. "You just told me the dress looks ugly, Changbin. I'm not wearing it out if you don't like it--!"

"What does it matter if i don't like it? It's your body, wear what you want!"

"You're my boyfriend!" You retaliate, frustrated. "I want to look nice for you and -- for the group, and I want you to like what I wear, obviously!"

Changbin lets his eyes roll before he turns out of the bedroom doorway and down the hall. You pause to watch him go, listening as he bites about how he doesn't have time for this and needs to leave for the group dinner. You stand in front of your dresser in shock as the door to your apartment slams shut, leaving you in silence and all on your own.

Hyunjin - Being too cocky / Making you feel inferior

It hadn't happened before now, and you weren't sure why it happened at all. But it did.

You'd approached to gently hold onto your boyfriend's arm as he talked to an older idol - someone he looked up to and had just done a collaboration video with. You'd only come up to tell him that the food was delivered and he could have dinner before his stage, but the look he gave you when he finally turned his head was .... wild.

No words were needed. The way his eyes directed to the side you stood at before falling as if looking you over and then immediately looking away; The way the smirk on his lips only widened and his tongue pushed at his canines as he redirected his gaze elsewhere. The soft scoff that left his lips. The way his arm slipped away from your hold in clear nuance that he didn't want you touching him.

It made you feel like less. Like he was pretending he didn't know you - Like he wanted you to bug off and disappear from his line of sight.

Hyunjin had a tendency to put on a confident, bold persona when he was on stage and at first you thought maybe that was why he was acting this way. It was lingering in his body from the dance video he'd just filmed with the other idol and eventually, it would wear off.

But as he turned from you and lifted a hand to fix his hair, he talks to the other as if you're not even there at all. And you have to wonder if it's a persona for the video, or a side of him you had just experienced for the first time. Now you could only hope it wouldn't happen again.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Kidnapped III

Fridolina Rolfö x Baby!Reader

Summary: Your first steps

Your first steps come like most of your firsts do.

In Frido's home in Barcelona.

She'd (yet again) managed to convince your parents that it was okay to leave you in her care while they went out exploring the city for a spot to have dinner during date night.

"Alright, you," Frido says in mock seriousness, standing you up against her sofa," Let's get you walking."

You've been crawling for a little while now - also something that first happened at your big sister's house - but you've also been learning how to pull yourself up.

"Just a few little steps," Frido continues as she backs away to the wall opposite you," Come on, älskling. Come on."

You look at her blankly for a moment, stable with your hands on the soft fabric of the sofa.

Frido wiggles her outstretched fingers at you. "Come on, älskling. Just a little? I'm not very far."

"Bah!" You babble, a little finger pointed her way before you amuse yourself with picking at the threads of the blanket thrown haphazardly on the sofa.

Frido rolls her eyes. "Yes, yes, bah! But don't you want to walk to me? Look! I've got Teddy!"

She wiggles your Teddy rattle at you and you perk up at the sound of the noise.

"That's it! Come to Teddy!"

You reach out for him though, still rooted to the spot and Frido sighs.

"How did you get your Cub to walk?" She asks five minutes later, grossly impatient enough to call Mapi for advice.

"Er...She just kind of did it? She was chasing Bagheera."

"Well that's unhelpful!"

"Maybe get her a cat?"

"I don't have time to get her to bond with a cat enough for her to chase it."

"Maybe," Frido hears Ingrid yell from wherever she is in her and Mapi's apartment," If you stopped picking her up all the time she'd actually start walking! You spoil her!"

"It's not spoiling if it makes her happy!"

Frido ends the call, looking over at where you've somehow pulled yourself up onto the sofa and is now fiddling with the remote.

"You can't walk but you know how to climb?" Frido bemoans," This is so unfair."

She flops onto the seat next to you, pulling you into her lap. "You're going to walk before you go home," She says," You're not leaving otherwise."

You giggle, kicking your feet happily as Frido gently tickles the sole of your socked feet.

"And once you've started walking, we can work on those football skills."

You grunt a little bit, batting Frido's hands away when you spot your Teddy rattle on the floor.

She lowers you to the ground when you keep pushing her.

"Yeah, yeah," She laughs," Teddy's more important. I get it. Go and army crawl over there to him."

You grunt at Frido again and, like you're just trying to spite her, you put one foot in front of the other and kind of wobbly shuffle over to Teddy, shaking him so he rattles about.

"Te-Te!" You giggle excitedly, shaking him a bit more aggressively and looking at Frido as if you're presenting him to her.

"That's right. That's Teddy!" Frido laughs," And you're walking! Look at you!"

By the time your parents return home, Frido's got a little goal set up in the hall and you sitting in front of a ball.

"No, älskling!" She groans, lifting you up onto your feet again," You kick it. Remember?

You screech at her, sitting back down again and grabbing the ball with your hands.

"No," Frido says," With your feet. Like I do."

"Frido, what are you doing?" Your Papa asks, brow raised as you start gnawing on the little ball.

"She started walking!" Frido replies quickly," I reckon we can train her up now, maybe get her in a few five-a-sides and-"

"I don't think they do five-a-sides for babies."

"Later then," She says dismissively," I'll get her on the pitch at some point. Once she, you know, learns to kick and not-"

You toddle on very shaky legs to the little goal Frido set up and throw your ball into it.

Mama picks you up, throwing you up and down happily. "Goal!" She cheers," I think we've got a little handball star in the making!"

"No," Frido insists," She'll play football. Won't you, älskling? Another football player in the family?"

"Bah!" You grunt, wild little limbs hitting Frido straight in the nose as she recoils.

"I think y/n's made her choice," Papa laughs, clapping Frido on the back.

"No!" Frido says with a laugh," I refuse to accept it! That girl will be out on a football pitch before you know it!"

In the end, all of your handball medals hang up next to Frido's football ones in your parent's house.

[flawseer]

Became curious based on a Smaugust piece: What are your thoughts on everyone's favorite royal suck-up, Pike? (also ofc compliments to your writing and art)

Surprise, I am still kicking. And thus my Sisyphean quest to answer all the questions in my inbox continues.

I like Pike. I used to think moderately favorably of him, but pondering this question and then drawing a bunch of pictures of and about him made me realize that, yeah, I am rather fond of him. He is funny and cute in the same way a small, yappy dog is.

I remember once talking to my partner about Pike and I asked: "Do you think the JMA staff has to deal with Pike constantly trying to sleep in the hallway in front of Anemone's room?" Only to then realize, upon re-reading the books, that this actually happens in canon. I was thrilled.

Most of the time when people ask me what I think of a character, they want to hear what my take on them is, so I'll get into that.

Background

I don't think a lot is known about Pike's life, outside him having been assigned as Anemone's (questionably) covert bodyguard. He is one of those background characters that fill out the student roster at JMA but don't get a lot of development, though he is one of the more lucky ones as he gets comparatively more lines and scenes than, say, Barracuda, or Garnet.

We don't ever hear about his home life or familial situation, but I think he comes from a common military family. Not a particularly prestigious one, but rather one of middling significance. I imagine one of his ancestors--like his great grandmother--once made it to captain and ever since the whole family has prided themselves on their military legacy and loyalty to the Seawing throne, even though nobody else really knows who they are.

Pike's parents are both bottom rung palace guards; trusted enough to be stationed vaguely near the seat of government over a remote outpost, but nothing more. As is tradition in their family, they signed up as soon as they were old enough to hold a trident. Pike was expected to follow in their footsteps, and so did the same. He is naturally eager to please, doesn't ask many questions, and knows how to follow orders, so he took to this life relatively well.

One thing immediately apparent when observing Pike is that he is very blunt, headstrong, and reckless. He is prone to self-injury and mishaps, routinely making a tail end of himself during exercises. One day, I imagine, he was out in the courtyard, practicing his combat maneuvers, when he somehow managed to trap himself underneath a training dummy in a humiliating way. Unbeknownst to him, the Queen and Princess were walking past a window overlooking this scene, and the latter happened to spot him.

Princess Anemone, starved for normal social contact due to being permanently leashed to her overbearing mother, immediately took a liking to the clumsy guard and wished to take Pike into her service. The Queen though, hated the idea. Anything she couldn't control with 100% certainty was not to be let near her only living daughter. She didn't even let her own sons approach the Princess for this very reason. So she refused.

But Anemone, sensing an opportunity to finally snatch a tiny mote of control over her own life, didn't relent. She would never overtly defy her mother, but pushed back against her in the most passively aggressive way she could muster. She WOULD have this one thing that was hers, no matter how many times she had to sigh wistfully or forget to eat.

Coral meanwhile still disliked the idea, but after some pondering figured this could work to her advantage. Granting her daughter this favor would make her grateful, and thus easier to keep in check. It was not like the boy would be able to do anything undesirable since she would always be there to watch anyway. And if he ever displeased her, a random guard was easier to dispose of without turning heads, than if she let Anemone play with one of her brothers.

So eventually, she acquiesced, and extracted Pike from the palace guard to assign him to her daughter's protection.

The news hit Pike's family like lightning. Suddenly, after decades of being nobodies with delusions of grandeur, the whole palace was paying genuine attention to them, and the new recruit who, overnight, got assigned to be the Princess' personal retainer. Pike's parents took him aside and impressed on him how important of a task this was. If he did his job well and kept the Princess content and safe, not only would the current Queen think favorably of all of them, but Anemone would remember his service and reward him once she took the throne herself. For his sake and theirs, this was an opportunity not to be squandered.

And thus, Pike shouldered this great responsibility suddenly thrust onto his wings and embraced being Anemone's personal servant and protector. Pushed forward by his sense of honor and loyalty, a desire not to disappoint his family, and the knowledge that, if he were to fail and lose the only heir, Queen Coral would surely kill him.

Day-to-day life

Pike takes his duty very seriously, both out of loyalty to his liege, and because of how much is at stake for him personally. I picture him getting up during the small hours each morning and beginning his daily exercise routine, to stay in shape for his job. His roommate Flame often wakes up to him noisily doing squats in the middle of the sleeping cave and yells at him. "Am I cursed to be tormented by a diminutive idiot Seawing wherever I go!??!" Pike is lucky that his other roommate, Bigtail, is a heavy sleeper. Otherwise the training session would likely be cut short, with Pike tied to the ceiling lamp.

After wrecking Flame's sleep, Pike usually seeks out Anemone and attempts to stay near her at all times. Initially this caused friction between him and the teachers, as he would often skip his own classes to attend Anemone's. He only stopped doing this when Tsunami made it clear skipping classes would get him sent home, and thus away from Anemone permanently.

As they spent time at the Academy, the Princess began to get better and better at giving Pike the slip whenever she got fed up with his overprotectiveness. He freaks out whenever she vanishes, which is often. To help manage his stress, the JMA staff make him attend regular seminars on inner peace and meditation hosted by Fatespeaker. He is not very good at it, but enjoys the exercises that involve listening to running water.

He began to mellow out for a bit after initial growing pains, until the History cave incident occurred. The bombing shook him back into the bodyguard mindset and he began sleeping in the hallway outside of Anemone's sleeping cave. It weirds out Ostrich whenever she has to climb over him. Attempts to get him to stop this have been unfruitful. The current policy seems to be to let him do this until things calm down and he stops on his own.

Anything else

I believe Pike may have a thing for Rainwings. He is generally hyper-aggressive and rude towards everyone he talks to, with two notable exceptions. One of them is Anemone, whom he is sworn to serve and keep safe. The other is Tamarin, whom he is uncharacteristically kind to. My personal impression is that he may have a bit of a crush on her, but keeps himself from pursuing it as to not upset Anemone.

To my knowledge, Pike never really interacts with Turtle. That is a shame, because I would like to know how they would get along. Pike may be greatly disappointed at Turtle's general un-regal-ness, but still begrudgingly respect him out of obligation. I can picture a scene where he berates Turtle for his demeanor, only for someone else to chime in with an affirmative "Yeah Turtle, you suck", upon which Pike turns around and starts ripping into them about disrespecting Seawing royalty.

Concerningly, Pike's future is very uncertain. He is actually in grave danger right now. If Queen Coral ever finds out that he allowed a murderous, seawing-hating ancient wizard to abduct Anemone, she will have some opinions on that. If Coral has one consistent character trait, it is homicidal vengefulness against anyone who fails to protect her children, regardless of circumstance, regardless even if the perpetrator IS one of her children. That means there is a very real chance she will recall Pike from Jade Mountain and try to tear him apart.

I don't think Anemone would allow this to happen, mind you. She has been privy to her mother dragging poor sods out to the plaza to rip their teeth out, enough to recognize the signs of it coming. If she suspected Pike's life was in danger, I believe she would prevent him from leaving.

For now though, he remains at Jade Mountain, doing the best he can with the responsibility he was dealt, acting as Princess Anemone's retainer. It is a difficult, stressful, at times thankless job, but he would not have it any other way.

"Honor, and duty."

[iidesxreii]

Anatomy - S. Reid

∘₊☽ Song: https://music.apple.com/us/album/anatomy-single/1695033802 ☽₊∘

╔ Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

☆ Word Count: 5.3k

☆ Category: Angst/Fluff (Opposites attract, what can I say?)

☆ Summary: You never talk about your father with anyone. And when you finally do allow yourself to think of all the reasons you come to a certain realization. One that took you years to admit. //My take on the song Anatomy by Kenzie.//

☆ Content: HURT/COMFORT, angst, flashbacks, dad problems GALORE

╚ A/N: Omg this is my first fic and it's been sitting in my drafts for like months. I was skeptical about posting this but I guess no better time than now you know? I have a couple more in the drafts and if this does any type of good, I'll release more! Bold are lyrics, italics are memories <3

Also!! This is LONG. I didn't realize how long until I scrolled through and my GOSH. Please grab snacks and tissues because this shit gets deep. PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU HATE IT I WONT BE MAD I SWEAR.

If you squint I slipped in some very slight father figure Hotch bc that’s my crack

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You called me today, on a random Tuesday

Don't ask me why I still have your number saved

You roll your eyes and double click your lock button to send the phone call to voicemail. You try to continue talking with the team, but within seconds your phone is ringing again. You sigh and pull your phone out fully but before you could send them to voicemail again, Hotch’s voice broke through to you. 

“Agent (Y/L/N). I don’t know who’s calling you, but please go answer. This is the 3rd time.” Hotch’s usual monotonous voice cuts through the conversation everyone else was having, the minute he does it goes quiet in the conference room. You breathe in deeply before licking your lips looking for a reply.

“Actually it’s the 18th time since you clocked in this morning. 3rd since we’ve landed.” Your all knowing, fast talking and ever so loving boyfriend chirps from the corkboard. Your eyes dart to him and you see that he hasn’t even turned an inch to look at you. Still focusing on the ins and outs of the case your team was supposed to be working on. You sigh before clearing your throat.

“Since you know SO much Reid, who is it?” You ask as you stand from your seat at the table. Morgan has a smile on his face as he watches you two fight like a married couple. Your hands land on your hips and Reid finally turns around. He has a file in his hands and the entire time he speaks he’s reading into it.

“Your father. I saw his name come up 4 times before we went to the round table room for debriefing.” He places the white board marker down before flipping a page in the file and continuing to read. You squint at him and make a face. Your boyfriend had terrible social cues, especially while on the job. He wasn’t the easiest to speak to sometimes, which is why you never let it bother you. Until now. Talking about your father brought the worst out in you. “If you’re going to ignore someone’s calls you could try blocking them or turning-” 

“Reid.” Hotch’s stern voice comes barreling through his train of thought and he finally looks up. When he sees your face his softens immediately. He didn’t know why you never spoke about your dad or why you never answered his calls. He also didn’t know why you never went home during your vacations or never spoke about your home life. But seeing you look so defeated after his last few words to you, he’s wanted to know more than ever. You roll your eyes and pull your phone out. You click your fathers name and the phone immediately redials and sends out the call. You show your colleagues and some of them jokingly laugh as you head out of the door. The phone rings 4 times before it picks up. And then you hear your father.

Hello, stranger, it's been forever

You're acting normal, but nothing's normal about

“Hey stranger! Seems like I can never get you on the phone nowadays!” Your dad’s voice cuts through the quiet silence after a beat of sitting on the phone. You clear your throat as you entire an office that was empty. It wasn't too far from your team so you could still keep an eye on them and gauge what they were talking about.

“Hi dad.” you mumbled into the phone. Your tone of voice did nothing to throw your father off his reason for calling you. You can hear the smile on his face when he continues talking.

“Are you busy? Do you have some time for catching up?” He asks so innocently but you fear that. Your dad never calls for just anything, there’s always something behind the call. Something you chose to stay away from.

“Ah…no.” You think about it for a second before answering. You should have said you were busy, or you shouldn't have called back and instead blocked his number but the thing about your father was you loved him. You always had, always will. He was your weak spot. No matter how many times he had proven he didn’t deserve second, third or fourth chances you gave him them all.

“My little FBI agent is finally quiet. You know you were never really a quiet kid-” he continued talking and you continued listening. Another notion towards you giving your father time that he doesnt deserve. You watch as your team continues shuffling around in the room, talking and marking up a board you can only see half of. 5 minutes later you see the door to their room open and you turn away. Within seconds you find your door opening and Morgan peeking his head in.

“Profile is ready. Good to go?” he asks. You turn to him and give him a thumbs up before returning to your call. The door closes and you take a peek at it before clearing your throat.

“Hey dad, I’ve got to go but…I’ve got some vacation time saved up. How about I come visit and we can go out for dinner.” you turn to look and find your team making their way out of the room and towards the open vast police station. A sure sign that they were about to give the profile without you.

“That’s a wonderful idea, munchkin. Let me know when. Stay safe.” you nod into the phone and immediately hang up. There was nothing more to say after that. You slide your phone on mute before sticking it in your pocket and opening the office door. Before you can head towards the team you feel a hand on your arm. You turn to find Spencer standing, waiting on you.

“Angel-” He doesn’t get any further before you smile and pull your arm gently from him. You didn’t want to talk, no matter how sad you looked or felt. Talking about your dad was never a good thing.

“Not right now, Spence. Profile time.” you deflect like you always have. Never talking about your father was normal to you. Nothing good had or could ever come from talking about your father.

Trust issues and soaking tissues

Your relationship with your father had turned sour about a year after him and your mom divorced. He stopped visiting, stopped calling, stopped sending money for you and your sister. Like he had just given up. And then one day he started calling back and his reasoning was because work had exhausted him and strained him beyond what he was used to but he was back and wasgoing to be there for you guys. If only 7 year old you had known the lie.

“I’m going to come and pick you guys up and we’ll hangout for the weekend. I told your mom I’d be there at 5. I love you guys, Munchkin.” his voice came through the phone one wednesday. Your sister, Ameilia, squealed and jumped on her bed before flopping down and grabbing her pillow to scream into.

“We love you too dad! We can’t wait!” You quickly hung up the phone and turned to your older sister who stopped in her tracks and immediately started digging through your shared closet for clothes to wear. You followed suit with the brightest smile on your face. Unknowingly to you and Ameilia, your mother was standing at your door with a worried look on her face.

Lyin' to my sister and sayin' I don't miss you

The false hope calls kept coming well into your teen years. The constant ‘I’ll pick you up’ and ‘I’m sorry I just got caught up in work’ conversations weren’t making it better. Each time he fell through he had a better lie than last time. Ones that made sense in your little brain. You didn’t finally grasp that he wasn’t ever coming until your 16th birthday. Your mom had saved up as much money as she could to pay for an extravagant party for you and you invited your dad. Of course he agreed and said he’d be in attendance that night which got you excited. But as the night droned on, and the end of your party came to a close you found that everything he had ever said in the last 9 years had been a lie. You knew you’d get a call sometime next weekend about how busy he had gotten, but you figured you’d let it ring. Maybe Amelia would answer.

“You okay?” Ameilia asks you a few days later. You’re working on something to keep yourself busy when you look up to her. She’s sitting on her bed playing with a small toy your dad had given her years ago. 

“I’m fine…” came your quiet voice. She looked up at you and scoffed before throwing the toy into the box labeled goodwill. She was cleaning her side of your guys room before college, and it seemed she was trying to get away from your dad. Something you knew you’d need to do yourself, but haven’t done just yet.

“Do you miss him?” came her soft voice. You turned to her once more before swallowing. You shuffled a bit on your bed before coming to the edge and sitting down. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Do you lie? Tell the truth? “It’s okay if you do. I did too for a while.” you look up at this. Another toy gets tossed into the box and she looks back at you. 

“Do you still?” comes your quiet question. Your 16th birthday was the one time you expected your father to come through. But you couldn’t help but feel sad that he didn’t. You could deal with any other lie, but a lie about missing this big of a milestone in your life? inexcusible.

“Do me a favor.” You look up to find her standing from her bed. She has her hands on her hips, which is how you know she means what she’s about to say. “When I leave for school, if he keeps calling…don’t pick up. If the ringing bothers you pick it up and slam it back down. But don’t speak to him ever again. He’s not worth your tears (Y/N/N).”

With no closure, just getting older

Now almost 8 years after that conversation you still find it in you to have his number saved. You try not to answer the phone but his persistence quietly eats at the back of your brain making you answer the phone, though you’d never admit that to your sister. You’d never hear the end of it from her. She’d eat at you about the closure you both never got. Which would make you not want to disappoint her but you can’t make them both happy. So for now, you pretend you haven’t answered his calls in years. But you know and it eats at you. The pain you experienced from not really having your dad in your life made growing up harder than it should. Nobody to chase the boys away, nobody to cry to when you felt your mom was being unfair, nobody to bring you to the ‘daddy daughter’ dances. A figment of your imagination, a silhouette of a man you once knew. Nobody to introduce Spence to, have dinners with, walk you down the aisle when that time comes. Just emptiness. 

And the older you got the easier it got to ignore the calls. When you managed to get a job at the BAU every excuse after was about how busy you were. New case, no time on your hands, working overtime, no vacation time, ect. Nothing you ever came up with for an excuse was ever about something normal. It was always about your job. Which put you in a temporary peace of mind. Your phone stopped ringing all the time and only rang sometimes. Your call log stopped being filled with ‘dad’ and in turn at the top of your messages was always a new excuse on why you didn’t answer. And for a while the lies became easier, something you no longer thought about but instead typed out and sent before going back to sitting on your couch. Which had turned you into him, and made you feel guilty so you went back to answering.

But you still see me as a kid on your shoulders

“Can’t wait to see you again! We can go to the park and eat ice cream after!” is the first text you see when you come out of the house you and your team had just barged into. You don’t respond to the text, you instead clear your throat and lock your phone before looking around and checking which car you’d be riding back to the station in.

It's just anatomy, you're only half of me

“Why do you even care about dad? It’s not like he cared about us.” Your sister had asked during one thanksgiving where she was home from school. You shrugged before continuing to wipe off your makeup. Yet another festivity you had invited him to that he had missed.

“He did. At some point…” you whispered into the air. You watched Ameilia roll her eyes and scratch her nose before she threw her hands up and turned away from you. 

“Right. Blood doesn’t make you family you know. He’s only half of our DNA anyway.” She grabs her phone off her bed and heads out of your old shared room and towards the bathroom with a tune humming behind her. You wished you could feel like her. Thriving even without dad. Living.

Still, you don't know me at all

“Maybe we just do the ice cream. The park isn’t for me anymore.” is the only thing you text back. Before you can lock your phone a message comes in and you read it.

“Sorry Munchie. I forget you’re not so small anymore.” Munchie. He hadn’t called you that since before the divorce. It plays in your head over and over again before you will yourself to type something back.

“I am unfortunately 23 now, dad.” You lock your phone immediately before you can accidentally read another text. You go to slip your phone into your pocket and feel it vibrate almost immediately. You shrug it off and pay attention to what Hotch is telling you from the driver’s seat. Right now this is more important. Catching your killer is more important. But Munchie plays in your head anyway.

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

Guess I meant less than I thought

“You still don’t miss him?” you question your sister as she’s getting ready for bed. She turns to you and her smile drops immediately. 2 years ago she had asked if you missed him, and now you're asking her if she misses him. You know the answer though.

“Does he miss us?” You can hear the aggravation in her voice as she answers you. She pulls her blankets back on her old bed and plugs her phone onto the charger.

“Of course he does.” comes your reply. She turns and places her hands on her hips, a notion that she was getting serious.

“Text him. Text him that you miss him and tell me what he says." She motions towards your phone before walking out of your room. An hour later she come back in from her shower and heads to her own bed. She sits down and reaches for the lamp that was on. “Anything?”

“No…” comes your solemn reply. You had been staring at the phone since you sent it. Eyes bloodshot and bleary.

“Open your fucking eyes, (Y/N).” and then the light is gone. And all you are left with is a broken heart, a fading phone screen, and tears streaming down your face.

It's just anatomy

Hate that you're half of me

“Dinner guys?” Hotch voices as you all leave the station with one more bad guy caught. You look over your team who is all fondly talking to one another.

“Absolutely. All on you Hotch?” Morgan jokes while clapping Hotch on the shoulder. Hotch spares him a side eye before letting out a small chuckle. 

“Absolutely not.” He pats Morgan’s chest before turning to you and Reid. The entire team turns and you find everyone staring at you. Spencer included. 

“(Y/N)?” JJ has her bottom lip between her teeth and she’s holding back a smile. You chalk up wallowing in self pity to a later time and smile.

“Family dinner it is.” Spencer smiles at you before throwing an arm over your shoulder and walking with you to the car.

Hate when people say that our noses are the same

So I went and got a change, like three-quarters of L.A

Three weeks later you’re walking in from lunch with Spencer when you see the rest of your team crowding around Penelope. She has an ipad in her hands and she’s pointing at something on it when you both approach. You find a picture of JJ’s family on it and they’re pointing out the similarities in JJ now. You shake your head and head to your desk when you hear your name.

“Wow (Y/L/N). You look just like your dad.” Emily’s voice cuts through the team’s jabbering and you freeze. You hated hearing that. You looked like him and now you don’t reach out like him. Every call is from him and not from you.

“What?” You ask, turning around slowly. Emily points at the Ipad in Penelope’s hand and Penelope turns it to you. You find a picture of you, Amelia, your mom and your dad all dressed in your sunday best for easter photos. You had to be no older than 6. Sometime right before the divorce.

“It’s like copy and paste.” JJ smiles at you and you try to fake one back. Except it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Jj, Penelope and Emily all notice and like a switch the Ipad is turned around and they all shut up.

“Except her nose is a bit smaller now. It was larger when she was a kid.” Morgan continues. He has a smile on his face and he shows no limit of stopping. Emily turns to him and you see her make a gesture that he completely ignores. JJ taps at his biceps and he shakes it off. Reid goes to open his mouth and stop him but the damage is done. “You get a nose job (Y/L/N)?” everyone's eyes go wide and you blink a few times. Before he can rush out an apology you’re cleaning your desk and grabbing your things. You needed an out. You wanted no one to know about your father or your nose job, but now your whole team knew.

And I've dated shitty people 'cause of how you treated mom

Now I'm with somebody good, but I'm still feeling numb 'cause of

The next day you come in and the subject is on shitty exes. JJ, Emily and Penelope are discussing the ins and outs of how shitty their love life has been or is going. Except obviously JJ. She’s got Will and a newborn. Who wouldn’t love to be in JJ’s shoes. You reach your desk and keep quiet. You’d usually add in your two cents by now but with what had happened yesterday and your abrupt shift end you don’t add your input due to the shitty list of men you had from the ripe age of 14 to 20. Instead you listen to theirs. And it wasn’t like you were expecting an apology. You weren’t. You were just taking your time in getting over the fact that you’d never be able to skip the accusations of looking exactly like your father. A spitting image of him. Like a mirror.

“How is it to be with Reid? Is he how I think he is?” Emily speaks to you first. You turn to her with a relaxed smile and lean back in your chair. You cross your legs over the other and cock your head.

“How do you think he is?” you question her. She looks at JJ and Pen before clearing her throat and giving you an awkward smile.

“The same here, but more relaxed. And always talking your ear off.” JJ holds back a laugh by licking her bottom lip and Pen just smacks Emily’s arm softly.

“He’s actually quieter. And cuddlier than in public, but that’s because he doesn’t like PDA.” You shrug like this is  normal conversation. And of course it is because it’s you talking to your girl friends about your boyfriend, but it isn’t because these are your teammates and your boyfriend is one of them.

“Hey about yesterday-” Emily starts but you wave her off. You make a funny face before stretching.

“No apologies needed. It’s fine.” and then you turn back towards your desk and you continue working on the file at hand. You play it off well but you refuse to let them know that their words have been on constant repeat in your head since you heard them. 

Trust issues, I'm soaking tissues

Lyin' to my sister like I never miss you

Ameilia calls you and catches you off guard the weekend after it happens. She starts the call off by saying something about her wedding which gives you a moment to collect yourself from the multiple crying sessions you’ve had. But you slip and let out a sniffle and she hears it. She stops all conversation and listens for a minute. You try to play it off and speak to her but your voice gives it away.

“What’s wrong?” she asks into the phone. You sniffle again before clearing your throat. You give yourself some time before answering and sigh.

“Nothing Ames. Continue talking about your wedding.” You plaster a fake smile on your face even though she can’t see you. You wipe at your bloodshot eyes and throw yet another tissue into the pile on the table.

“Is it dad?” she asks. You open your mouth to disagree and stop yourself. Then you continue with your lie. You’re just as bad as him, half of him. A liar.

“What? No. I don’t talk to him-” you start to go on a tangent and you hear your sister’s voice break your train of thought. 

“I know you’re still talking to him. I spoke to mom.” Is the only thing she says to you. You sigh into the phone and shake our head. Leave it to your mother to break your 8 year lie apart

“I-” you start but you hear your sister on the other line. She sighs and sniffles before quickly covering it up with clearing her throat.

“I wish I loved him the same way you do. I really do.” And without missing another beat she goes back to talking about her wedding. Anything to not talk about dad.

Say you'll visit, empty promise

God, I wish that for once you'd be honest

A couple of weeks go past and you’re back in your hometown with Spencer. He hadn’t managed to get vacation time with you, but he had a couple of days saved up and decided to use 2 of them for dinner with your dad. Something you had asked him for and he immediately dropped everything to be in attendance. He knew the history with your father. And how much you tried to refuse talking to him. He thought that if you could face this, he’d be able to ask your father if he could marry you. Because that was all he was waiting for, a chance to ask properly.

So you found a hotel and a great place for dinner. Texted your dad and told him where and when to meet you. You got dressed in the hotel room, called a cab to ride in for the dinner and walked in with your head high when you said you had a reservation for 3. You sat at the table shuffling with anxiety and Spencer watched hoping that this wouldn’t be like all the other times. The times that had you sniffling and crying for days on end. The times you spent in your apartment and not his because you didn’t want him seeing you that way. But as time went on, one hour went to two and then three and your drinks went from just one to six. He saw the look on your face. One of defeat and embarrassment. And you chalked it up to another defeat when you called your waiter over and had them close out your six cup wine tab and Spencer’s one glass of water. You signed the $300 dollar tab and left two crisp hundred dollar bills for wasting your waiter’s time and stood. Spencer followed and you both made your way to the hotel.

It's just anatomy, you're only half of me

Still, you don't know me at all

“I’m sorry. I got caught up in some work and fell asleep at the office. Dinner on me next week instead? You’ll still be in town then right?” You read the text and throw your phone on the bed and turn to Spencer who is looking at you with his hands in his pocket. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls his hands from his pockets and opens his arms for you to fall into. And you do. You sigh and fall into his arms and waste no time crying your eyes out.

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

Guess I meant less than I thought

You now understood why Ameilia never sent your father a wedding invite. He wouldn’t pull through back then for either of you, what makes your silly little heart think he’d pull through last night? Or for her wedding? Another ping finds your ears as you watch Spencer gather his things for the airport.

“Munchie. I’m sorry.” “Munchie, I'll be at The Brindleton for lunch. My treat.” “Munchie. Please call me back. I love you”. You don’t notice Spencer looking at you or the tilt in his head as he analyzes your body language. He’s trying to gauge how you feel about your father because unbeknownst to you, you crying in his arms last night solidified that maybe you were ready for anything that comes after 3 years 9 months 19 days and 6 hours of dating. That black velvet box that has been sitting behind the books you find most boring on his bookshelf is now digging a hole into his heart. You look up and find him staring and you just smile at him. And he smiles back.

It's just anatomy

Hate that you're half of me

You flew in 3 hours ago and found yourself at Spencer’s place. Playing with his fingers as he lays on the couch underneath you. Your phone blares your ringtone and Spencer looks at you. You pick it up, watch it ring and when it’s done he notices the multitude of calls you’ve missed. 19. All of them from your father. And he watches as you open your phone, and block his number. Then you delete his contact and set your phone down again. He watches as you contently lie back down and sigh. A silent relief falling off your shoulders. His eyes fly to the bookshelf and then back to you. 

“Hey, why'd you come straight to mine?” Spencer crane's his neck to look at you and you shrug. You spare him no glance as you melt into him even more. He wouldn't have thought that was possible minutes ago.

“I was ready to come home.” your simple answer does it for him. He makes up his mind immediately. And you do too.

It's just anatomy, you make up half of me

On your 4 year anniversary Spencer pops the question. Over dinner at home. And of course you say yes, excited to show your mom and sister. No longer does your father cross your mind. Instead it’s filled with what your future could look like. Half Spencer, half you.

But still, you don't know me at all

You get the occasional call to your work phone but you’ve seen that number before and instead you ignore it. Spencer and the team watches as you do. No longer does it bother anyone because the only place he can reach you is work, and unfortunately a lot of calls go unanswered as a government worker. 

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

You watch your sister walk down the aisle in front of you with her fiance’s dad guiding her. Which makes you think about how you’d like to walk you down the aisle. You turn to Spencer who’s looking ahead at your sister and smile. Your missing piece was never your father. You just held a spot open for someone to love and missed the clear sign that there was always someone there.

Guess I meant less than I thought

A year and a half go by and you’re sitting at your sister’s house with Spencer. She hands you a small box and you find a small cupcake, its topper, a baby pacifier. You gasp as you stand and reach for your sister with wide eyes. She squeals as you squeeze her and turn to Spencer who has dug his finger in the icing of your cupcake. You roll your eyes and turn to Ameilia.

“You are going to be the BEST auntie ever. I love you.” it no longer hurts to hear I love you. Especially when you know the person saying it means it. It means even more when you know you mean it too.

“I love you more.”

It's just anatomy

“For all it’s worth…I knew you had a nose job. I just loved your face so much I never said anything.” Spencer whispers into your ear the night before the wedding. You roll over and face him with creased eyebrows. 

“Are you sure it isn’t because you profiled me and knew I wasn’t going to ever recover if you had told me you knew?” You ask it in a joking way but Spencer can see the truth behind it. 5 years, 7 months, 24 days, 23 hours and 56 minutes of loving you and he can tell everything about you. He never misses a chance to learn something new though. 

“It could be that…” he mumbles as he shoves his face between your breasts in a way of getting more comfortable. If neither of you get any sleep the wedding won’t be exactly as you planned it. And he would hate to make his bride’s perfect wedding go wrong. “Angel, it’s just anatomy. I wouldn’t have cared. I still don’t.” he whispers it and you almost don’t hear it. Almost. But you do and you shuffle closer before wrapping your arms around him.

“And that is why I said yes.” you kiss the top of his head before closing your eyes and attempting to fall asleep. A full day is ahead of you in no less than 10 hours.

Hate that you're half of me

“You ready?” you turn and find Hotch at your side. You wouldn’t have asked for a better father figure to walk you down the aisle. And he was honored you asked. He turns to you and adjusts your dress once more mumbling about modesty and returns to your right side. He holds his arm out for you and you lay your hand in the slit of his elbow.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” comes your response. And within seconds the door is opening, the music is playing, and Hotch is walking you down the aisle. Blood surely didn’t make this family, you did. The BAU was your family. Your dad was just…anatomy.

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Chapter 07.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : Play fighting, talks of drinking

"Oi dumbass." Katsuki huffs as you look up from where you were seated on the couch, scrolling through your phone,

"Don't call me that stupid." You grin, tossing your phone to the side and getting up. "What's up buddy?"

Katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Grab the chilli powder. Top shelf. On the left. Far left." He instructs and you raise an eyebrow.

"Ordering me around? How rude."

"Not helping me make dinner? I think that makes you, the rude one here."

"I'm the guest!" You gasp, placing a hand on your chest, in mocking offence.

Katsuki scoffs. "Uh huh. Well my hands are full of batter. So if you would rather be doing the dirty work I would be glad to wash them and sit on the couch." 

He grins, moving his batter covered hands towards you, making you shriek and stumble back.

Katsuki cackles, stepping forward and sticking his hands out, chasing you around his kitchen with his dirty hands.

"Okay okay!" You shout, sides hurting from the running and all the laughing. "I'll grab you the chilli powder!! Just please! Mercy!" 

Katsuki slows to a stop and grins triumphant. "I won then."

"A draw."

"Nah I won that one."

"Nah I'd say it was a draw."

"You'd say wrong cause I won."

You shake your head and trudge back into the kitchen, reaching for the chilli powder and along with Katsuki's supervision, adding it into the batter.

"Thanks." He mumbled under his breath, rolling his arms, pulling a crick out of his shoulders as he got back into cooking you both dinner.

Your eyes stay trained on his skilled hands as they work, watching each muscle flex under his warm skin. His body looked warm - buzzing with blood and nitroglycerin… you wondered how his skin would feel under your fingertips and the palms of your hands.  

"You're staring." Katsuki says in a matter of fact tone, snapping you out of your train of thought.

"Since when were you able to cook, Bakugo?"

He paused and turned to frown at you, raising an eyebrow at you. "Are you sure you paid any attention to me during highschool? We lived in the same fucking dorms for three years? Didn't I cook for the whole damn class on multiple occasions?" 

You wave your hands in front of your face and shake your head, "Not what I was asking. Like- why?"

"Why what?" He mumbles, going back to cooking.

"Why did you learn to cook?"

"Why not?"

"Bakugo."

"What?"

You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow.

He sighs and taps his foot against the tiled floor.

"I uh... I know you won't believe me but I was a difficult kid to control growin' up," 

You snort and Katsuki rolls his eyes, 

"Yea, real funny. I caused my old hag a lot of fuckin' stress when I was younger..." 

He paused. 

"I probably still do… all this hero shit and comin’ home banged up... ahem. Anyways. My old hag thought I needed a healthy outlet for the- and I quote, 'Crappy ass anger in you.'" 

He shrugged, walking over to the sink and washing his hands, 

"And she decided cooking would be the best outlet. I didn't care much when I was younger. Cooking... playing the fuckin' drums. All shit that would take me away from training to be the number one... but I can't lie..." 

Katsuki sighed, 

"It's not a bad skill to pick up. Especially when dunce face and the rest of the fucking losers, decide they want to eat something I cook for them when their blasted out their fuckin' minds."

He shrugged.

"'Sides. Why go to a fancy ass place, waste fuckin' money, gas, time and have the fuckin' media hound your ass when you can cook the shit yourself?"

And see the way your face lights up when I present it to you.

Katsuki shook his head.

Stupid Eijirou and his dumb romance ideas. Get out of my head!

"Huh. Never took you for a sap Bakugo." You hum, grinning when Katsuki pauses,

"THE FUCK? I'M NOT NO FUCKIN' SAP-"

"Eyes on the stove blondie! Don't want our dinner burning on us! That'd be on you." You poke at his chest, leaning in, your eyes flickering to meet his lips before you flash a grin at his flushed face, stepping out of the kitchen, and into the bathroom.

What the fuck.

What the fuck was that.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.

Katsuki gripped his shirt, bunching it into a fist as he tried to breathe, his heart throbbing against his ribcage as his other hand reached for the counter, trying to hold himself upright.

He could still feel your warm hand, pressing against his skin. You were so close, he could smell your shampoo and count the blemishes on your face and - shit did you lick your bottom lip too? 

"What the fuck..."

-

"Oi! Stupid! Are you ready? Hurry up before I press play!" You shout from Katsuki's bed. You were curled up in your pajamas, one of his pillows sitting on your lap as you stared at the TV screen in front of you.

"Gimmie five dumbass!" Katsuki shouted from his bathroom.

If you had told yourself three months ago that you'd be sitting in Katsuki Bakugo's bed right now, eating his snacks and curling up with one of his pillows - you would've laughed, spat at your feet and probably cursed your whole family generation - past, present and future for even suggesting something so damn stupid.

But the unofficial "date" you had at the bar with him - it tore something down between you both. Maybe you never really hated him in the first place.

Maybe you said you did because you were scared of telling him that you didn't. You were scared of what he might've said.

You definitely hated that thought.

Regardless, it was obvious that both of you were slowly beginning to open up to each other, the snarky remarks lost their malice and began a sort of... love language? 

Strangely enough.

Gross.

The glaces of hate had dissolved into glances of longing.

Yuck.

He had even held your hand, when you were much too drunk to walk let alone hold yourself up.

Ick.

His palm was warm, slightly calloused. But comforting.

He was comforting.

This shit is so fucking corny [Name]. Snap the fuck out. He's supposed to be your rival. Not your lover.

"You done spacing out?"

You yelped at the sound of his voice.

"Don't just do that!" you shook your head and placed a hand on your chest. 

"Right..." Katsuki snorted, moving to sit next to you. "What did you put on?"

"Scream?" You shrugged as Katsuki reached over to grab a handful of your snacks, ignoring your quiet 'HEY!' as he shoves the food in his mouth.

"A classic." He says, mouth full.

-

"That was fun Bakugo." You smiled as he pulled the door open for you.

"Yea?" He tilts his head to the side and a small smile tugs on his lips. "'M glad... you liked the food too right?"

You hummed, nodding as he helped you out of his car. "We should do that more... only if you want though!" You stammered nervously, a warm flush creeping up your cheeks as you nervously scratched the back of your head.

Katsuki nodded. "Sure... Yea... Okay. Why not."

You nodded walking to your door. "Cool... Cool..." You cough awkwardly and scratch the back of your head. "Thanks for dropping me off Bakugo."

Katsuki nodded, pulling the front door of his car open. "Yea. Sleep well... Or whatever." He mumbled under his breath. 

You pulled your front door open.

Katsuki shoved his key into the ignition.

-

"Chirst Katsuki. Pull yourself together." He groaned, tugging on his ashen blond locks as he shuffled into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Red eyes scan over his bed, the sheets messy and crumples, wrappers overflowing in the small trashcan next to his bed.

He was going crazy. Maybe he was dying? Is this what it feels like to be dying? Dying at twenty three - would you show up to his funeral? Cry and hold his body? Would you miss him if he was gone? Maybe he was going crazy. 

These are crazy thoughts Katsuki.

“You’re going insane Katsuki. Snap the fuck out of it.”

He let out a groan, sitting on his bed and rubbing his hands over his face. “Fucking hell…” 

Katsuki reached for the pillow you were holding onto the whole night.

Probably smells like them now.

Katsuki paused.

He lifted the pillow up to his face and inhaled. His shoulders dropped and he felt the tension leave his body. Was this creepy? Probably. But damn did he need this. 

He sighed and flopped back in bed, curling up against the pillow.

And, pretending that he was holding you - Katsuki Bakugo fell asleep.

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More on Davrin's past, arc and journal (part 2)

Part one where I wrote down all the banter about Davrin's Dalish past is here!

I wanted to put all codex (I could find) in order, divided by topic! (Also I wanted to say I will post more Davrin stuff on my personal blog @lucrezianoin haha to not fill this one with just Davrin!)

This is divided in:

Davrin's past and his feelings of guilt for the Dalish clan

Weisshaupt being the only home he has

Meeting Assan and the griffons (and naming Assan)

The Warden vs Nature choice for the griffons

Other (stuff on the Gloom Howler etc.)

Davrin's past and Dalish clan

Just a bit more here on Davrin's guilt for leaving his clan and we do get the confirmation that Davrin has not seen Eldrin since his kids days, and contacted him thanks to a chat with Rook.

Also interesting that the way Davrin was treated by Eldrin is very similar to the way Davrin treats Assan at the start. In the quest we also find out Eldrin was quite harsh (making him eat Halla food as a way to learn, which led to hours of hallucinations and sickness, and kicking his butt when he felt Davrin was wrong).

We don't really get that deep into it, but I like that while Davrin firmly believes in "Throw yourself at it, if you don't learn you get hurt" for himself, he squanders that idea pretty easily when it comes to Assan, even going so far as to start wonder if there is a "non fighting" future for Assan.

I will put this codex later on but I also wanted to show it here for Davrin's past, in "The Nature of Griffons" Davrin says: "Talking to Rook about Assan's insticts got me thinking. Can you change something you're born with? Or are we blank slates who can make our own way? Was I born a monster hunter, destined to do this job, or did I have a choice?" which makes me scream because I need to know what happened in his clan.

From the banter and his personal quests we know that Davrin hunted everything, and then started going to Eldrin's during the summers and he learnt to hurt darkness (monsters) and things that threatened the forest. Did he have a drive to hunt that Eldrin needed to re-direct, where were his parents? Were they the ones sending him to Eldrin? And why is it that a talk of nature vs nurture and his Dalish clan makes him think only of Eldrin and not his parents? (We realistically can imagine Davrin's mother is alive, given that during the gym scene Taash insults her and Davrin says "She can take it" when Taash apologize).

Weisshaupt (and the fall of Weisshaupt)

Davrin often talks about Weissaupt with affection and jokingly but the code really expresses that Weissaupt was his only home.

When Davrin leaves to follow Rook we find out that he knows the First Warden would not take him back. He describes the fortress in detail (loved the "libraries of books I'll never read, getting bruised and battered while sparring etc." as some nostalgic positive thing - miserable and exhilarating). And of course "It's the only home I got", which is telling knowing how he feels about his clan never taking him back if he asked.

And then the heartbreaking entry for Weisshaupt fall.

There are a few other entries:

Which also has a bit about Assan: "I have been thinking of Assan as an assignment: something I need to protect until he finishes his training. But we're in this together now, and it's time to lick our wounds and move on. I'm all he's got, and in some ways, he's all I've got."

How Davrin got to work with Griffons and meeting Assan

My favorite entries are about how Davrin got his assignement and how sweet he was on Assan (unknowingly!!) since the start!

We find out it was the First Warden (from Weisshaupt) that sent him to the assignment. I am still unsure how it works for a Warden who is a Monster Hunter, but we know from the entries that Davrin lived at Weisshaupt and considered it his home, so I supposed he was just sent here and there? Like a specialized Warden? He also mentions he was sent as a bodyguard, basically, and he seems both fascinated and a bit skeptical (they poop a lot haha, and he admires Lancit's patience).

And then he meets Assan. "There's one griffon, this little guy." From Endril's words we know Davrin used to be small and scrawny as a kid, so I wonder if he saw himself in Assan. "He's a little slow on the uptake, but he's fast in the air." And so Davrin suggests the name Assan for him. And my favorite part "If I do nothing else in this life, at least I can say I got to name a griffon".

We also have these late entries about the nature of griffons and Davrin's realization that they are not "made" for fighting by nature, but taught so. "Can griffons do anything else? Would they want to? I wonder". Also he is such a dad, writing about Assan's first taste of an apple.

About Assan and the halla, Davrin writes "the instincts of a dog herding sheep", and I personally think it is about learning. There is a moment in the dialogue at the start of Davrin's recruital where we find out that griffons learn better in groups, they clearly are very social animals. I fully believe Assan fed the Halla simply because he saw Davrin doing that, he learnt from watching, he sees Davrin taking care of Halla so he learns that is the thing to do and how it is done.

Then we have some notes on Griffon's extinctions, and a note about Assan's love for gingerwort truffles (which Davrin tried and did not like.. we also find out Davrin hates broccoli... please Davrin... I love broccoli...)

Warden Griffons vs Arlathan Griffons

These are the two different notes:

Interesting the "Warden" choice starts with "Deciding where the griffons should go wasn't easy" which is not present in the Arlathan choice. I do not think there is a right/wrong choice, but after reading this I will always lean more towards Arlathan.

"it's time they got a chance to explore nature instead. The griffons are going to love Arlathan"

Other codex

Interesting that he says he does feel sympathy for Isseya.

[seleneprince]

WAITERR MORE OF THE "Superdaddies issues" FRIENDSHIP AU PLEASE

Who are all the kids? And whose kids are they?? :3

I actually explained it a bit here, but I'll gladly elaborate a bit more 💕

Basically, this is an extension of my Yandere! Batfam x Neglected! Reader au, also known as the Tales of Bats and Wolves, only that it features neglected kids from the other JL members as well. Because while I love the, this dynamic is fun to explore and I believe not all of them would be fit to be good parents in certain situations. Not with their lives. The comics have proved that a few times.

The kids are: Oliver Queen's son, Hunter. Bruce Wayne's daughter, Aracne. Hal Jordan's daughter, Red Fury. Barry Allen's daughter, Velocity. Arthur Curry aka Aquaman's son, Nerion. Zatanna's younger brother, Kaos. Diana Prince's son, Punisher. And of course, Clark Kent's daughter, Power Girl. These are all codenames assigned to them to which they're referred to when they're "working", since their civilian identities are to remain secret (and also because you're free to self-insert in any of them so not giving names is easier).

Hunter was the result of an affair Oliver had with a woman he met during a mission, who turned out to be a mercenary undercover. Things got complicated between her, Oliver and Dinah, since the three of them were having a passionate but also borderline unhealthy relationship, with jealousy and other emotional conflicts. After getting pregnant, Hunter's mother cut things off with them to raise her boy alone because she didn't want to be shackled to those two, which she knows it's what would've happen if they knew of her son's existence. They were doing fine, until her past came banging at her door and she was killed. Hunter was picked up by Oliver himself, who revealed the kid he was his father, that his mum reached out to him not long before her death, and that he was taking him home. Buuut you know how that goes, both Oliver and Dinah are very busy and even when they aren't, they don't know how to approach the kid they didn't know about and who has his mother's eyes. Hunter is essentially cared for by babysitters, Roy and his mum's side of the family, who are the responsibles for teaching a lot of stuff he really shouldn't at that age. When his little brother Connor is born, he's suddenly his primary caretaker and expected to take care of him when their parents aren't around, which it's often. His skill with the bow and impeccable aim is what draws unwanted attention from certain invidivuals...

Velocity was conceived by Barry having a one-night stand with a co-worker, another forensic scientist, before going back with Iris. Her mother wasn't confident about raising her alone, so she told Barry from the beginning and asked him to at least pay child support to help her, but he ultimately decided to do the right thing and be present in his child's life, not just for the money. He was a good dad and they had a sweet bond, to the point he had arguments with the mom to keep Velocity with him more time than they originally agreed on. They co parented well enough and got along, since they still had to see each other every day at work. Barry was also mostly attentive that his daughter might've inherited his speedster powers, but she never showed signs. Velocity's mother is actually Leonard Snart's, aka Captain Cold, niece that ocassionally works as his ally, so Velocity has a certain anti-Flash sentiment in her house, which contrasts heavily with how everyone else she knows loves The Flash. Things started to go from bad to worse when Barry rekindled with Iris and focused more on her, spending less time with his daughter in the process. Then Wally came into the picture and Barry's time got even more divided, prioritising Iris and training Wally to his child, trusting the mother to handle it because, well, at least she was a normal kid. He and Iris got married, and then surprise, Iris gave birth eventually to their twins. That was the moment Velocity no longer was a priority in her father's life. It was all about his new family, his growing duties, and he stopped making time for her althoether. She still was expected to visit her dad and stay with him for a while, but she just felt like a ghost in that house, an outside spectator to his perfect little family, watching him being a loving husband and father. The only one who never failed her is Wally, but still, it wasn't enough to keep her in the good path. To fill the void, she stuck more to her maternal family, following her mother's foosteps to become a scientist and help uncle Snart's criminal bussiness. She was smart and quick on her feet, growing up used to run errands for him and sneak into places others couldn't. Unfortunately, her luck ran out while during a particularly tricky errand involving a chemical lab, she got caught and, trying to get rid of the attention, she crashed an experiment that exploded, emiting an electric force that sent them all flying and crashing to the ground. Velocity was the only survivor for some reason, but she didn't know it came with consequences. Not until she was running away again from guns, and suddenly her feet weren't touching the ground. When she stopped running, she found herself in another city entirely...Ops.

Power Girl is Clark Kent's daughter, with Jon being the second child instead. I still can't decide for the life of mine if I want her mother to be a nameless Darling, for the sake of this being both a platonic and romantic yandere au, or have her mom be Lois Lane because I adore this woman and can't imagine Clark with any other woman lmao. But it won't really change Power Girl's story much because her crux starts with the simple fact that she doesn't present kryptonian superpowers like Jon does, leading everyone to believe she doesn't have them at all. This pushes both her parents to focus more on Jon and the rest of siblings because they DO have kryptonian powers and therefore Clark has to teach them. Unfortunately, this makes them accidentally neglect the oldest daughter while at the same time expecting her to carry on responsabilities just for being "the oldest." She has to behave and be understanding. Her younger siblings are special and just need more attention, she should feel lucky for being normal and not having to deal with those problems. She has to look out for them because they're still kids, nevermind she's technically one too. Oldest daughter syndrome to the maximum. She's not "special" enough to spend as much as time with her dad as she wishes to, but she is to take care of the house when he's not around. I only gets more humiliating when she hears him tell Jon that it's his job as the stronger one to protect his sister and make sure she doesn't get hurt. She's also not allowed to do certain stuff because she's treated like a piece of glass. It's suffocating. Drives her insane, and deep down all she wants is to stop being good and break shit for once, to let out her anger. This wish eventually becomes true when she storms out of the house after a fight with her dad, punching a tree in frustration, only for it split in half by the impact...turns out she's a late bloomer kryptonian. And in a fit of rebellion, she decides not to tell anyone. Where were this powers when she needed them? When felt forgotten and insignificant because she didn't have them? Why now that she's finally used to her position?

Red Fury is Hal's daughter with a Yellow Lantern with whom he had an off-and-on tense relationship, which mostly consisted in fighting and hate fucking. Pure enemies to lovers here, except the enemies part never stopped. Finding out she's pregnant, she decides to fake her death and try start anew at Earth to give her child a normal life, away from the mess of the Lantern corps and the intergalactic wars. But deep down, the woman was never completely happy with being just a mother. She craved for the power of the ring, the freedom and thrill of flying around the cosmos, of the battle. So when Sinestro reached out again for her to join, she accepted, but he let her know she couldn't bring her daughter along. That's how Red Fury ended up at Hal's doorstep with a note claiming he was the father. Before leaving, Fury's mom made her promise she wouldn't tell anyone who her mother is, for her own good, so Hal assumes the child is the result of some drunk one-night stand he had. He tries to be a good dad, he really does, but he has no idea what to do or how to feel with a whole ass child he never planned for and now is his responsability, along with balancing his duties as green lantern and pilot. It's too much for him sometimes, so he mostly leaves her at his brother's place when he's out on lantern duties, but in reality he's also relieved to do so. So she grows up with an emotionally unavailable father that switches from trying to spend time with her to avoid her, seeing him be more affectionate with his niece than herself. The only person Fury feels that gives a damn about her is little Helen Jordan, her cousin. She learns to disguise her pain and resentment with anger, getting into trouble a lot and defying everyone to feel better, holding unto her anger like a lifesaver, because being angry is better than being scared or sad. Anger makes her strong, makes her forget. She doesn't trust people as a norm, thinking everyone is going to just dissapoint her as well. However, she couldn't have imagined her anger would literally become her source of strenght, when it ends up attracting a certain red ring to her fingers, stained in other's blood...

Punisher is Diana's stepson, but she's been in his life since he was an infant, so he's always referred to her as Mum. His other mum, Diana's partner, is an Egyptian archeologist and a treasure hunter in her free time, but she put that slightly illegal hobby away when she got with Diana. They three of them travel a lot, so he doesn't have real friends and he doesn't know long-term relationships outside his family. He avoids getting attached to people due to this. He's heavily influenced by Diana's firm sense of justice and disappointed at the system, who lets too many people get away with their crimes and, in his opinion, profit of the victims' suffering. He wants to create a world ruled by pure, ruthless justice that doesn't forgive anyone. His vision is very "black and white". Things are right or they aren't. There's no middle ground. And he believes punishments are a form of justice as much as mercy can be. Its the reason he wants to study Law, to become a judge and actually make people pay for what they do. He looks down on those who have power and do nothing to create change, to make things better. Sees them as cowards and unworthy of compassion. He has numerous conflicts when he's first working with the team because he's forced to face a deeper perspective and rethink what he stands up for. He's also the first male to reside and be trained in Themyscira, where his presence is only tolerated because of Diana. He had to bleed as a child just to prove to the Amazons that he was worthy of basic respect. On the other hand, his experience in Themysicira and with Amazon culture in general has shaped him to be a low-key men hater, despising his own sex as a norm. The good thing is that he's also the perfect gentleman, because he refuses to be like those men who disgust him and are the reason Amazons do what they do. Both his mothers are proud of him and his family is easily the most functional out of the group, but he still feels lonely often because of their jobs and a deep, growing resentment for the world for being the way it is, eager to change it but also to take out on this same resentment on those who get away with their actions. He thinks society has gotten soft on bad people, including the JL, which is what makes him an easy target for a certain organization to groom him into the perfect warrior, who use his morals against him...

Nerion was born from an old romance between Arthur and a human woman he knew since childhood. They met again as adults after he dissapeared for years and came back as Aquaman, and one thing leading to another..well, it happened. They were happy for a while but he had to return to the Sea and she belonged to the land, so they eventually broke things off. She had no idea she was pregnant until he left, but couldn't tell him anyway. Arthur found out when he went back to Amnesty Bay and saw her with a little boy in her arms. Despite being already with Mera, he still cared for Nerion's mother, and offered them protection back at Atlantis, which she refused because she knew neither of them would fit in that kingdon. She being human, and Nerion being too different. Arthur still made a point to check on them every now and then, sending them gifts and making sure his son was safe. Nerion's mother is also a native Mohawk woman, so Nerion's birth name is a mix of mohawk and atlantean's dialect. He was raised with the mohawk language and their culture by his mum, as a way to keep her family's tradition alive. She encouraged him to choose his own path, but never forget his roots. Due to him being only a quarter Atlantean, he's weaker than his half-siblings, but still has the same basic abilities, like breathing under water and controlling it. He showed signs of his connection to the sea from an early age, which worried his mother a lot, afraid that he would leave her for the sea one day and never come back, like Arthur did. Nerion's relationship with him is weird. He knows his dad cares in his own way, but never sees him and he's also the cause of his mum's heartbreak, while simultanously looking after them from afar. He doesn't know how to feel about him. Sometimes he's angry, others sad. It depends of the day. The first time he travelled out of Amnesty Bay, he came across an excentric but friendly boy with magic on his veins, and they inmediately became friends after accidentally causing an accident with their combined powers. Not knowing they were closely observed by someone...

Kaos is Giovanni Zatara's son from his second marriage and Zatanna's younger brother. From an early age, his father introduced him to the mystic arts and magic, but the boy was sickly and, for some reason, magic seemed to hurt him. Due to his poor health, he was mostly in his room while his mum and sister took care of him. His inability to properly learn magic led Giovanni to neglect him and focus more on Zatanna, who was a prodigy. Kaos' situation with magic wasn't only that he couldn't use it, but that it only made him worse. There were times when Zatanna was practising that just being near of her spells hurt him. Growing up, he felt like something was constantly crawling inside his ribs, trying to rip him open and get out. Whenever the pain of magic came, this crawling felt more intense. It pulses inside him when he's near certain parts of the house. There's also the fact that when his emotions run high, sometimes windows are shattered and furniture broken around him. He gets told its because of the remnants of magic his family leaves behind that respond to emotions, that it has nothing to do with him personally. But for some reason, it's usually after those incidents when he falls sick and isn't allowed to get out of bed. He was constantly bedridden and had little to no friends because he was homeschooled a lot, practically isolated. Still, he was treasured by both his mother and Zatanna, who saw him as her precious baby brother made of glass that had to be shielded from the world. He was overprotected and neglected at the same time. Torn between wanting attention and desesperately wishing to be free of it. He grows up feeling lonely and frustrated with his own body for being wrong, because he can feel something wrong. It's only years later, with secret research on his own and reaching out to certain people, that he finds out the truth. About why he can't fit with his dad and sister, why he can't do magic the way they do and why he's in pain a lot at convenient times: He's a wizard of chaos, like Klarion. And someone put a block on his powers "to protect him". Now, he's just determined to prove not all wizards of chaos are inherently bad (and maybe prove to himself that he can be as good as his family if not better)

Aracne's backstory I already explained her here, but in this au it will be slightly adapted.

[that-sudsy]

You had a bad day at work. The comments about your appearance stung, and the backhanded insults from your so-called friends felt like daggers to your heart. During lunch, you spilled coffee all over your clothes, and to top it all off, a car splashed you as you hurried home after missing your train. It seemed like everything that could go wrong did. Your colleagues, oblivious to your turmoil, kept telling you to move on, insisting you weren't the only one having a rough day. But they didn’t understand the weight of your stress, which stemmed not just from work, but from the people around you.

When you finally got home, you tossed your bag aside with a heavy sigh, the silence of your apartment amplifying your feelings of isolation. You plopped down on your little bed, burying your face in your pillow as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Then, there was a gentle knock at your door, followed by a second, more tentative one. Simon stepped into the dimly lit room, closing the door softly behind him. He had seen you earlier in the living room and sensed you needed space, but he couldn’t ignore the urge to check on you.

In his hands, he held a bowl of spaghetti, a simple dish he had prepared for you. It wasn’t gourmet, but he felt a sense of pride in having made it himself.

He approached you, setting the bowl on your nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft and comforting. He scooted closer, placing a gentle hand on your thigh, rubbing it soothingly, silently encouraging you to open up.

"Come on, love... you know I hate seeing you upset..."

You looked down, your voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I had friends... but it turns out they were using me. I really had a bad day, Simon... not now." Your words were laced with hurt and vulnerability.

His jaw clenched in anger at your words, but he kept his touch gentle, pulling you into his side. "Those bastards... I'll deal with them later. Right now, focus on me and this amazing spaghetti I made for you." He tried to keep the mood light, but he could see the sadness in your eyes.

You managed a chuckle, a sad smile breaking through. "You really know how to make a girl smile," you said, glancing at the food.

He lifted the bowl, holding it in front of your face with a playful smirk. "That's better. Now eat before it gets cold, or I'll feed you myself."

You looked at him, a hint of mischief in your eyes. "I don't mind."

His eyes darkened slightly at your response, a teasing grin spreading across his face as he twirled the fork. "Is that an invitation? Because I can definitely do that..."

You nodded, still feeling the weight of your sadness.

He shifted closer, his thigh pressing against yours as he raised a forkful of spaghetti to your lips. "Open up then, beautiful." His voice dropped lower, more intimate.

You opened your mouth, taking the bite. He watched intently as you swallowed, his free hand moving to tilt your chin up. "That's my girl... Let me take care of you today." He fed you another bite, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your temple.

"Do you... think I'm clingy?" you asked, your tone revealing your hurt and insecurity as you chewed.

He paused, setting the bowl down and turning to face you fully, his expression serious. "Not at all. You're affectionate, and I love that about you. You're not clingy - those friends of yours are just idiots."

"They said I'm just trying too hard. That I'm a pathetic bitch, too stupid to even see what they did, that I trust them... they said I don't deserve someone like you, that you were better off with someone else," you confessed, your voice trembling as you fought back tears. It sounded silly, but the pain was real. The betrayal from people you once called friends cut deep.

His body tensed with each word, his breathing becoming heavy. He cupped your face, forcing you to look at him. "Those words mean nothing. They're just insecure and trying to hurt you. You're brilliant, strong, and perfect just the way you are."

You looked at him, your tear-stained cheeks reflecting your confusion. "But why does it hurt so bad?"

His expression softened, eyes filled with understanding and sadness. "Because they're supposed to be your friends. And betrayal hurts worse than any insult. But remember, those words are their weakness, not yours."

"What do you mean?" you sniffled.

He gently wiped your tears, speaking softly but with conviction. "They're projecting their insecurities onto you. If they're saying those things, it means they're afraid of who you really are - and that's something they can never take away from you."

He pulled you back into his chest, his voice becoming more personal and sincere. "You're worth a thousand of them combined. I've seen how amazing you are - kind, loyal, brave. Those qualities are what make you shine, not some fake standards they're trying to force on you."

He knew you were trying too hard, dressing up and putting on makeup when you didn’t need to, working yourself to the bone. He paused, knowing this was a sensitive topic for you. "You don't need to change yourself for anyone. Not for them, not for me. You're beautiful just as you are - makeup or not. I love your natural beauty."

You looked at him, your heart swelling with adoration. His words made you see what you hadn’t before, made you think that maybe he was right after all. Why wouldn’t he be? He was the one who truly saw you—the real you. You nuzzled against him gently.

He smiled warmly, his heart swelling at your nuzzle. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "There's my sweet girl. I love seeing you be yourself. Now, how about we finish that spaghetti before it gets cold? I promise it's still good."

You nodded, a small smile creeping onto your face. "Alright, I sometimes feel bad you fixing me when I'm supposed to fix you."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Relationships are about support. You fix me when I need it, and I fix you when you do. We're a team, remember? Just like we always have been."

You nodded against him, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. "That is true."

He reached for the bowl again, offering you another bite while keeping one arm securely around you. "Exactly. Now, let's enjoy this meal together. And tomorrow, we'll go get ice cream. My treat."

You smiled like a little girl, the thought of ice cream lifting your spirits. "That'll be nice."

His heart melted at your childlike smile, his own grin widening as he fed you another forkful. "There's that smile I love. You're adorable when you're happy. If I could wish for one thing, it would be for you to never be affected by what people might think or say. I wish for you to always be happy and do what you love genuinely."

You took another bite, chewing thoughtfully. "You're right."

He watched you eat with a mix of affection and relief, feeding himself some as well. "Damn right I am. And you know what else? I'm going to keep reminding you of that until you believe it yourself."

"I should stop going out with those people," you said, taking another bite.

He nodded in agreement, his expression serious but gentle. "Maybe you should take a break. If they're only bringing you down, it's not healthy. You deserve better friends who lift you up, not tear you down." He continued feeding you while considering his words carefully. "I mean it. You've got me, and you've got other friends who appreciate you. Let's focus on those who truly care about you."

You chewed and nodded, feeling a sense of determination.

He sensed you were getting tired, the emotional exhaustion catching up to you. "Getting sleepy? Let's finish this and get you to bed. You need proper rest now."

You nodded, your eyelids feeling heavy. "Yeah, maybe a shower first... is it okay if you wash my hair?" you asked shyly.

His eyes softened at your request, a tender smile playing on his lips. "Of course it's okay. I'd love to wash your hair for you, princess." After finishing the bowl of spaghetti, you sat in the tub as he cleaned your hair.

He massaged your scalp with shampoo, being extra gentle as his fingers worked through your hair. "Relax for me, love. Just focus on how good this feels." His voice was soothing, helping you unwind further.

You sighed, relaxing into his touch. "Do you have toxic friends?" you asked, curiosity piquing.

He continued his gentle ministrations while thinking about your question, the water from the showerhead cascading down your back. "I used to. Some people in my past tried to use me for their own gain. But I learned who my real friends were through that."

"What did you do when you noticed?" you asked, wiping your face with your hands.

He rinsed the soap from your hair carefully, grabbing the conditioner. "I confronted them. It wasn't easy, but I had to protect myself and my relationships. Sometimes people need a tough wake-up call."

His hands paused briefly before continuing to apply conditioner, his voice dropping slightly. "They manipulated me, used my skills for their own benefit without giving back. When I called them out, they tried to turn others against me."

He sighed deeply, remembering the betrayal. "Some of my teammates at the time. They didn't believe me at first, but eventually saw through their bullshit."

He started massaging the conditioner into your scalp, his touch becoming more protective. "I had to cut ties with those who stayed loyal to them. It was rough, but I knew I couldn't stay in that toxic environment."

His voice grew serious as he recalled the worst part. "There was one person who got physical with me when I tried to leave. It was a wake-up call that I needed to sever all connections immediately."

He noticed your tense shoulders and stopped talking for a moment, focusing on finishing your hair. "It's in the past now. I learned from it, and I've surrounded myself with better people since. You're one of them."

You looked up at him, a smile breaking through the remnants of your sadness. "I'm glad I'm one of them."

He returned your smile warmly, cupping your wet cheek with his hand. "Me too, love. You're the best part of my life. Now, let's get you out of here before you turn into a prune."

You chuckled, pulling a towel around yourself.

He watched then looked away to give your privacy, grabbing another towel to dry your hair. "There's my girl. Feeling better after all that? Let's get you in some comfy clothes and snuggle."

"You are one good boyfriend," you said, your voice filled with warmth.

He blushed slightly, helping you dry off and wrap the towel around you more securely. "And you're the best girlfriend I could ask for. Now come on, I brought your favorite pajamas."

"Would you still do this if we got married?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity.

He stopped in his tracks, caught off guard by the question but quickly recovered with a loving gaze. "I'll always take care of you, no matter what. I'd be honored to be your husband and continue showering you with love."

You chuckled, the warmth of his words wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

He playfully nudged your shoulder, pretending to be hurt by your laughter. "What's so funny? I'm being serious here! Though I suppose we should start by getting you some actual food first, wifey."

You gasped, your eyes widening in surprise. "What did you just call me?"

He grinned mischievously, pulling you closer with a cheeky wink. "Wifey. My future wife. And don't act like you don't like it."

"I do," you admitted, changing into the corgi-printed pajamas he had brought.

He watched you change with an amused expression, helping you into the pants when you struggled a bit. "Those pajamas are perfect for you. And now that you're dressed, bedtime for real this time."

"Are you gonna join me?" you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

He smirked, already pulling off his shirt. "Thought you'd never ask. I was hoping to be your personal heater tonight anyway."

You watched him remove his shirt, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the sight, even though you had seen him strip before.

He caught you blushing and flexed playfully, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Still shy, huh? Come here and get under the covers with me, gorgeous."

You chuckled, climbing into bed with him and tracing his tattoos with your fingers.

He shivered at your touch, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his chest. "Your hands are always so gentle with them... different from when you're holding a knife in training."

You shrugged, a playful smile on your lips. "I'm basically a baby when I'm with you."

He kissed the top of your head, stroking your back in slow circles. "And I love every bit of it. My sweet, deadly baby."

You chuckled, feeling a sense of warmth envelop you.

He tightened his hold, his voice becoming more serious as he looked down at you. "You know I'll protect you from everything... even your own toxic thoughts. Just promise me you'll talk to me next time instead of shutting me out."

"I promise," you said, your voice steady.

He kissed your forehead again, visibly relaxing now that you had opened up to him. "That's my girl. Now let's get some sleep - you need to rest that pretty head of yours."

[mj0702]

Then help her 🔞

Jenni Hermoso x Alexia Putellas x reader

Okay guys... I got distracted and just had to punch out this smut piece...

“Hola mi amores” Alexia said loudly as she stepped through the apartment door throwing her keys into the ceramic bowl next to the door.

You always claim it's the most horrendous bowl you've ever seen but yet it was still there while Jennis self made vase “accidently” fell off the sideboard rather quickly after it was placed there. It just happened that you were cleaning around it when it magically decided to throw itself of the sideboard and bursted into 5.000 pieces – you were very “sorry” about it as you got out the broom sweeping the pieces together whistling a happy tune.

“Hola???” Alexia tried again after finding the flat unnaturally quiet and didn't receive an answer.

“Dormitorio” the blonde heard Jenni call from the bedroom

Alexia made quick work of taking her shoes of – Jenni would skin her alive if she would set a foot in the bedroom with shoes on – and walked down the hallway towards the bedroom

She passed the kitchen to find the ingredients for dinner out on the counter top some of them half chopped and looked confused towards the closed bedroom door. She pushed the door open to get greeted with a sight she loved. Jenni was sitting in her signature dark red velvet armchair (or as you call it “her throne”) looking somewhat blankly at Alexia while you were on your knees in front of her trying to work her strap on deeper into your mouth

“Not that I want to complain about the sight but... what's going on? Did I forget an anniversary?” Alexia asked a little taken aback

“Your guess is as good as mine” Jenni shook her head lightly “She came home from training and was somehow upset and basically begged me for the strap. Put it on and before I knew it I was sitting down with her on her knees”

“Okay” Alexia raised an eyebrow at you.

You weren't one for demanding things so she knew something must have happened during training that threw you off so badly that you didn't know how to handle it. She watched you for a few more minutes as you again tried to work the strap deeper into your mouth which made you gag

“Okay... and what are we trying to accomplish here?” the blonde asked still not sure what's going on

“I THINK she wants the strap down her throat...” Jenni mused glancing down at you

“In THAT angle?? That angle is difficult even for me and she's FAR less experienced than I am” Alexia said as she walked over to the two of you.

“The help her...Look... I tried to stop her but she wouldn't let me... I don't know what her problem is but maybe you can help” Jenni said her tone slightly annoyed as Alexia laid her hand on the back of your head gently to lean over you to kiss her other girlfriend softly

“Let's see... let me work my magic mi amor” Alexia smirked against Jennis lips her hand still gently on your head starting to slightly scratch your scalp

You grunted slightly at the not unwelcomed action but you continued to suck on the dark haired strap

“Oh mi Bonita” Alexia said soothingly as you gagged again “Not like this...”

She grabbed a fist full of your hair and pulled you away roughly away from the strap on. You whined desperately feeling the need to prove that you can handle it by yourself but Alexia wouldn't budge. Instead she angled your head towards her so you have to look her in the eye

“You really want to try deep throating Jennis dick?” the blonde asked her voice low

“Sí...” you whispered back your voice raspy

“Sí... what?” Alexia tugged on your hair a little more

“Sí mi reina” you winced a little at her roughness

“Buena nina” the blonde smirked while Jenni snorted “I'll teach you... but we're doing it my way”

“Por favor” you whimpered

“I know Bonita...” Alexia smirked “Jenni... mind standing up leaning against the sideboard?”

The black haired woman raised an eyebrow at the blondes request but followed suit pushing herself up walking over to the sideboard leaning against it grabbing its edge with her hands

“Thank you” the blonde smirked her tone teasing

“Don't push it Putellas” Jenni smirked back

Alexia threw a last smirk at her girlfriend before shifting her attention towards you.

“Now Bonita... you will listen to me carefully...” she tugged on your hair again and you winced

“Can you do as I tell you Bonita?”

“Sí mi reina” you whimpered shifting your weight as your knees start to hurt

“Bueno” the blonde smiled letting go of your hair as she stroked over it

“Let's not keep Jenni waiting...” she slightly pushed you forward and you ungracefully fell but catched yourself on your hands last second

You tried to stand up but just received a warning “uh huh” from Alexia as she pushed you down by your shoulder and you understood that she wanted you to crawl over to Jenni who was still leaning against the sideboard watching the little interaction

“Good girl” Alexia praised you as you slowly started to crawl “even without your collar”

“Stop” the blonde commanded you as you were right in front of Jenni “Kneel”

You immediately shuffled back sitting on your heels the strap right in front of your face and you couldn't help yourself but lean forward. You didn't come far as Alexia immediately grabbed your hair again

“No... my way remember?” the blond said strictly “If it gets too much you tap Jennis thigh three times... I trust you that you won't disobey me and actually do it if you think you can't handle more. I don't want you to force yourself am I clear Bonita?”

“Sí” you whispered hanging your head low as much as Alexias grip allows it

“Good... now start slow... Jenni loves good show... just the tip Bonita” the blonde said softly as she kept a good hold of your hair.

You did as she told you starting to lick and suck the tip of the strap into your mouth as you hear Jenni moan quietly above you.

“Just like that” Alexia praised you lowly leaning over you as she started to kiss Jennis neck

You thought since both of your girlfriends were occupied that you could get away with going further down on the fake dick. As usual Alexia kept a close eye on you pulling you away from the strap by your hair without stopping kissing down Jennis neck. She kept you away from the toy of your desire by an inch but as much as you stretched your neck you just couldn't reach it

“Last warning” Alexia growled with a rather harsh tug on your hair as her lips shortly leave the neck of the dark haired one

You whined again sinking back onto your heels defeated

“Every time you feel the need to act up again we start over...” the blonde said as she loosen the grip again

As soon as you felt her grip loosen you started to suck on the tip of the strap again this time you ignored the urge to go faster than Alexia allows it

“There... not so hard is it Bonita” the blonde smirked as she pulled Jenni down into a messy kiss.

The black haired woman moaned into the kiss needing to hold herself back not thrusting her hips forward. She knew that Alexia got you under control but who had control over Alexia? For once Jenni gave up the control to let Alexia have a little fun with you.

“You made your point clear Lex...” the dark haired murmured against the blondes lips “... give her a little more”

“Her or you?” Alexia smirked

“If it would be up to me you'd be on your knees as well... amor” Jenni smirked back

The blonde hummed letting her attention swift to you once more

“You heard her Bonita... a little more” Alexia said softly knowing you tend to overdo things and for what you wanted and she planned overdoing was not an option

You followed up immediately sinking your head deeper down nearer towards Jennis middle. You felt your hair getting tugged lightly again making you whine out frustrated

“I said a little not all” the blonde chastised you

You quickly pulled your head up again so you had about half the strap in your mouth before Alexia decides to start over again.

“Bueno” Alexia said satisfied as she started to open up the buttons of Jennis shirt with her other hand

She pushed the shirt to the side after she opened it completely immediately latching onto Jennis collarbone biting down harshly which caused the dark haired one to snap her hips forward the tip of the strap hitting the back of your mouth. You weren't prepared for the movement and it made you gag again

“Jennifer” Alexia growled pulling you away slightly stroking through your hair silently telling you that you did nothing wrong

“Lo siento” Jenni mumbled “But...”

“Please tell me I don't need to have an eye on you too” the blonde grumbled “You have more self-control than this”

“You just surprised me.. a little warning next time” the dark haired huffed as she reached down stroking over your cheek “I'm sorry mi amor.... won't happen again I promise” she said softly

You looked up at your two girlfriends with wide eyes not expecting the gentleness in this moment

“Go on Bonita... you did so good...” Alexia encouraged you

You hesitated for a second before you started to suck the fake dick back into your mouth. Of course your hesitation didn't go unnoticed and your girlfriends shared a quick look if they should continue but since you kept going willingly the let you. Apparently you really needed this tonight.

“Go all the way Bonita... you earned it” the blonde spoke softly letting her hand slide down to the back of your neck guiding you further down

You tried so hard to get to the bottom of the strap but every time the tip hits the back of your mouth you couldn't stop yourself from gagging

“Relax Bonita” Alexia is keeping her voice low and steady as she repositioned her hand now around your neck under your jaw

You tried again but just like all the other times before you just couldn't relax your throat enough. Alexia noticed your struggle and your growing frustration so she decided to try a different approach.

“Jenni?” the blonde looked at her girlfriend

“Sí?” the dark haired panted out

Alexia leaned forward to whisper something into Jennis ear so you wouldn't hear what the blonde has planned. Jennis eyes shot open surprised quickly glancing down to you before she nodded.

“Don't worry... she can handle it” Alexia pressed a soft kiss to her lips and you heard a mumbled

“Bonita” Alexia got your attention before she continued “Do you still want this?”

You nodded as much as possible the strap still uncomfortable pressing against the back of your mouth

“Okay... just trust me” the blonde said soothingly as she positioned herself behind you sinking to her knees as well “You're doing so good for me and Jenni”

You whined as she shushed you softly. She gripped your neck a little tighter starting to massage it lightly. This light pressure caused you to swallow even tho you tried to suppress it but Alexia really was a master in manipulating your body. You swallowed hard and this was the exact moment Jenni pushed her hips forward pushing the strap down your throat. Your eyes widen as you felt the intrusion as your nose hit Jennis skin and you instinctively tried to fight it

“No Bebita... calm down... I know it feels weird at first but I need you to relax” Alexia kept her voice soothing and low grabbing your jaw tighter so you wouldn't be able to move as much and in the worst case hurt yourself

“Fuck” both of you heard Jenni moan as her body shuddered and she came just from the image of both of her girls on her knees and her strap buried down your throat.

Alexia eased you off the strap slowly and carefully despite your disagreeing whines

“You did so good Bonita... that's enough” the blonde mumbled softly knowing that you may have satisfied Jenni but neither her nor yourself

“I know... but I don't want that you hurt yourself Bonita.... you did so well” Alexia pressed a kiss to your temple as you slumped back against her tears springing to your eyes.

The blonde quickly got up from behind you picking you up bridal style walking towards the bed as she saw the tears in your eyes.

“Did we hurt you?” Alexia asked softly

You just couldn't muster up the energy to answer verbally so you just shook your head waiting for Jenni to join you on the bed. The dark haired one got rid of the strap in the bathroom coming back into the bedroom with a glass of water in her hand

“Drink babe” she ordered you softly lifting the glass to your lips “Good girl” she praised you as she saw you taking a few small sips but she also saw the slight wince every time you swallowed

“You need more water?” Alexia asked and you shook your head again

“But you need more” Jenni clarified sensing you were still upset and you nodded

“Let's give the Bonita what she wants” your blonde girlfriend smirked as she started to kiss and lightly bite your neck “She deserves a reward don't you think Jenni?”

[alotofpockets]

Game changer | Daphne van Domselaar x Arsenal!Reader

Where Daphne falls for you, but thinks you are already dating one of your friends

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.4k

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The transfer of Daphne van Domselaar had been a rumour for quite some time before your club finally signed her for real. You were quite excited for the Dutch goalkeeper to make the move over to Arsenal.

You had played against her in the Aston Villa matches this season, and while it was frustrating that you couldn't get a ball past her, your admiration for her grew with each shot that she blocked.

She was a strong and confident player, and had been interested in knowing what she would be like as a person. So, of course when it was announced to the team that she would be joining you, you were the first to offer her a tour.

“Hey Daphne, are you ready for the grand tour?” You ask her after she got introduced during the first team meeting to kick-off pre-season. The warm smile on your face instantly calmed Daphne's nerves. “Yeah, that would be great.”

You show her around and enthusiastically tell her all about the Arsenal training grounds. Daphne immediately felt a sense of security. You were very easy to talk to, and your energy was contagious.

“So, how are you liking London so far?” You ask as you make your way over to the pitch. 

“I only got here a couple of days to get settled, but so far I'm enjoying it. Definitely still a lot to figure out and explore.” Daphne replied.

“Well, good thing you have me then!” you wrap your arm around her shoulder in a side hug. “I'll be your tour guide, and show you all the best places.”

While you were training in London, you and Daphne hung out a lot. You kept your promise of being her tour guide, and wanted to make sure Daphne felt at home in the place you had called home for a few years now.

You visited some touristy spots, but you focused on your local favourites. Your favourite parks, shops, coffee shops. As many as you could fit in the short time you had before travelling to the US for your pre-season tour.

During the short time you had known Daphne, the two of you had grown quite close. You loved spending time with the Dutch woman. She was your seat buddy for both the bus ride over to the airport and on the plane to the US.

After the first training, which was just to loosen up their muscles after the long flight, Daphne spent some time with Steph and Beth. “You're both in a relationship, right?” When they both nodded, Daphne continued. “I don't mean to be rude, but I was wondering what it's like travelling so far and not having your partners with you. Is it hard?” 

Beth was the first to answer, “Well, Viv and I have gotten used to it a little with both playing for different national teams. So during international breaks we are often in different parts of the world already. We make it work, and always try to focus on the reunion.” 

“Yeah, and for me with Dean, it's just been so long, that by now it's pretty normal. I remember the first couple of times being pretty hard, but like Beth said, focusing on the reunion always gets us through.” 

“Ah yeah, it must be so nice to reconnect after some time away from each other. Are a lot of the girls on the team in a relationship?” Daphne questions, and Beth and Steph start listing a few of the people.

“Let's see, was that everyone?” Steph asks. “Hm, what about y/n? Isn't she dating that girl? What's her name again, Lily?” Beth questions. 

“Oh yeah, I never know with y/n, but I could totally see them being a thing.” Steph adds.

A part of Daphne was disappointed to hear that you might be in a relationship. Of course, the other part of her was happy for you. But, she had felt a connection with you that she had wanted to explore further, but she should probably set that aside until she was sure if you were or weren't in a relationship.

You thoroughly enjoyed your time in America, as you loved exploring new places. With the team you visited a bunch of tourist attractions, besides the training, which you were quite happy about.

When you got back home, you continued training for the upcoming season. Your free time consisted of hanging out with your friends, and your teammates. 

It wasn't until the first wsl match of the season that the two groups mixed again. Your friends in the stands while you were on the pitch playing with your teammates.

Once the match is over and you spend some time with the fans, you head over to your friends. You hug Jack, Mila, and Morgan first, and lastly you kiss Lily on her cheek and keep your arm around her as you’re talking with your friends. Daphne looks at the scene in front of her, and with the words from Steph and Beth echoing in her mind, she concludes that you are in a relationship. 

As you’re talking with your friends, your eyes keep wandering over to Daphne, as she’s interacting with the fans. Her eyes occasionally flicker over to you, you wave at her the first time that you notice. She smiles back, but the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Before you can think much of it, Lily nudges you. “So, how is it going with the new goalie?”

“Yeah, she’s great. I think she’s fitting in well with the team.” Morgan cuts in, “You know that’s not what Lily was asking.” Your brow furrows, “What do you mean?”

Your friends collectively roll their eyes. “Do we really need to spell it out for you?” Jack chuckles. “You’ve been hanging out with her all of the time, there has to be more going on between the two of you than just being teammates.”

“We’re just friends.” You say with a shrug of your shoulders. “Then why are you as red as a tomato right now?” Lily teases. “I- eh, cause I’m a gooner. It matches the club colour, you know?” 

You could see how disappointed your friends were with your joke, but it’s not like they weren’t used to them by now. “You should ask her out. She’s clearly into you as well.” Mila opts. “What? No, I can’t just do that.”

Before you can protest any further, Lily shouts “Daphne!” The girl looks over at her name being called from your direction and meets five pairs of eyes looking at her. Lily motioned her over, and when she finished signing a jersey, she came over. 

She looks between you and Lily with a questioning look. You had stepped away from her side, because you were not agreeing with her calling Daphne over and had a nervous look on your face.

Before your friends could embarrass you more, you took ahold of Daphne’s hand and pulled her back onto the field. “Is everything okay with Lily?” You look at her confused, “You know Lily?” Daphne shook her head, “Well, no, not really. Beth and Steph said the two of you were dating, so I assumed that was her.” 

You stop dead in your tracks, “They said what?” You shake your head, “Ew gross. Lily is my best friend from kindergarten, and also very straight.” Even the idea made you laugh. 

Daphne took the news as a game changer, maybe the connection and the vibes she had felt with you, did mean what she thought you did. 

“It’s funny, because Lily was actually calling you over to get me to ask you out.” Your eyes widened when you realised what you had just said, “Wait! Ehm I-” Daphne interrupts you before you can make a fool out of yourself. “I would love to go out with you.”

Your face lit up, “Really?” She nodded with a chuckle, “Yes, of course. I felt like we were already going on little dates, though we never actually called them that. And well then Beth and Steph put me on the wrong path.” 

“I’m gonna need to have a word with those two, can’t start spreading rumours about me.” You laughed together at the situation, before meeting back up with your friends to properly introduce Daphne to them.

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[bonny-kookoo]

I totally fell in love with Princess ❤️ My heart broke when mc broke down saying she just wants to go home, poor baby must feel so lonely and exhausted 😣

I can already imagine JK being super protective of her. Like say her superior from the company (maybe a manager or something?) is super harsh with her, thinking they're in private, but JK overhears them?

Thank you for writing such wonderful stories, I'm so excited to see how the story unfolds!

I didn't know if it was a drabble request but I'm writing it anyways haha (trigger warning for: food restrictions)

"Since when do you eat those?!" Your manager scolds loudly, and Jungkook can clearly hear the man through the slightly open door. Maybe he forgot that hybrids have heightened hearing- or maybe he thought Jungkook had left the area entirely during his break.

Either way, he doesn't like that tone at all.

"Its just one.." you mumble meekly, which surprised the wolfdog hybrid a lot. Never has he heard you this.. submissive. Like you're trying to pacify the guy.

"One every day, possibly more, we both know you're lying right now!" He yells. "You've gained already, how do you think you'll lose that weight again before the competition?!" He scolds harshly. "All your measurements have to be consistent! We talked about this!" He tells you.

"I'm sorry.." you answer quietly.

"I'm taking those." Jungkook hears a plastic bag rustle. "You're only eating the food staff makes you, am I clear?"

"Yes.." you answer again, noticeably disappointed.

"I'll talk to Jeon, a few more hours of training each day will make that extra weight drop quickly-" He starts before he almost runs straight into the man he's been talking about, who's leaning against the doorframe with a more than dark expression.

"Thats mine." Jungkook nods towards the plastic bag. "I brought it for her to eat."

"She- I.. excuse me but she's on a very strict diet plan." The manager explains a lot more carefully now, voice entirely different. "She has a dietician-"

"Then that dietician will agree with me when I say that she needs a lot more food each day to have enough energy to burn." Jungkook explains, still blocking the doorway, before he holds out his hand, wordlessly.

"Thats not for you to decide." The man denies.

"Then we have no reason to continue working together." Jungkook says, making your eyes widen in the background, panicking. You don't want Jungkook to cut the contract so soon. He said he'll help you, what is he doing?

"...she better work that off until the contest." The man grumbles, pushing the bag into Jungkook's hand before he pushes himself past the wolfdog hybrid, who glares after the man. It's only when you pull on his shirt that he looks down on you, no anger left in his face.

"You didn't have to argue with him." You say. "He's.. always like that. I should've known he'd get angry."

"I don't care." Jungkook denies, walking into the small break room to sit down, slapping the seat next to him. "Now come here and eat. I didn't lie when I said I brought them for you."

"But-" you start, only reluctantly sitting down, though you can't talk more because he's already ripped off a piece of the sweet donut to stuff into your open mouth.

And while you glare at him with stuffed cheeks, he can't help but smile to himself.

You really are all bark and no bite to him.

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 816: The buddy's back

Pag 1

1: The “buddies” are the smallest unit of “Sohoku supporting each other”!!

2: Will you run with me during this training camp?

3: Imaizumi!!

4: Then your eyes are blind

5: My eyes are blind!!

6: That's why I left the “Sohoku jersey” I got before home!!

Pag 2

2: The next time I'll wear that jersey It will be when I'll be a regular, the sixth man, and I'll run in the Inter High with you, Imaizumi!!

4: I won't give up

Pag 3

1: I felt discouraged so many times

2: yet I still got up again

3: But it was no use

4: so I thought this moment wouldn't come

6: Before the finish line....

Pag 4

1: The moment where I'd run behind you at the Inter High

Pag 5

1: before the finish line

2: This might just be my fantasy, but I thought I wanted

3: To push your back at the end and send you to the finish line

4: No no, it's alright, it's alright! It's just a fantasy!!

Pag 6

1: Imaizumi!!

2: Of course right now, just before the finish line we're going so fast it's hard just to try to keep up

I feel like my legs are about to come off!!

3: It's strange

Just the fact that you're running in front of me

4: I can keep pedaling...!!

I say “just a little more” to my legs, and move them!!

Pag 7

1: I don't even have the strength to lift my index finger... I have no strength left!!

2: When Naruko jumped ahead, and there was chaos, amidst those complicated movements

3: I pedaled in a daze, desperately, and I thought I was behind Hiroshima, but it was the wrong line

But Anyway, I had to hold on tight so I jumped behind someone else

4: Maybe it was instinctively... intuitively

But when I realized it

Pag 8

1: It was your back

This number bib....!!

2: Imaizumi!!

3: I'll say it loud and clear!! What I think!!

This

4: is Sugimoto Terufumi's lifetime's honor!!

Pag 9

2: How

This selected team guy!!

3: He should have fallen already

He should have fallen!!

4: At this speed!!

A guy of his level should have been cut off a long time ago already

5: And yet, how

How is his pressure rising this much!!

Pag 10

1: Before the finish line, in this tough situation!!

3: My senses gets sharper before the finish line, so I can feel it on my skin

4: You're here, aren't you

You're here

Pag 11

1: Right behind me!! Sugimoto Terufumi!!

2: No

Teru!!

3: That breathing

For three years and during training camp I got used to hearing it

4: Is it hard? It seems like you're having a hard time

But

5: If it's you, you can do it

Pag 12

1: You're the one who kept up with me during training camp!!

2: Sohoku number 1 got up and started dancing!!

3: His strength increased while climbing the bridge that goes over the harbor!!

Pag 13

1: The “selected team”....!!

3: I can't keep up!! It's really hard!!

4: Toji-san said we can't communicate during the race

5: So

6: I won't use words!!

Pag 14

1: Imaizumi.....

Really....

You're so mean, you really are

2: Even though you know I'm having such a hard time

3: You're unreasonable and tell me to follow you!!

Kuaaaaaa

Pag 15

1: Unreasonable!!

4: Ku-

5: Kuaaa

6: Kuaaaaaa

Pag 16

2: Again the selected team!? How!!

He's keeping up!!

3: You came!!

5: Good

Good, Sugimoto!!

Are you surprised, Hiroshima!?

Pag 17

1: This is Sugimoto Terufumi

2: (Uaaaaa, I lost)

Who failed more than most people

3: He felt regret over and over again

And yet, without giving up

4: he tried to seize a fine thread

(Digest.... digest....)

5: and clumsly kept moving forward

(I can do it in 15 minutes!!)

6: “How”, you ask. The answer is one

Pag 18

1: His hard work paid off!!

Pag 19

3: He kept up on this climb....

Was I wrong? This guy

4: He didn't get here by chance... he's here because of his strength!?

5: This selected team guy!!

Pag 20

1: Two people chasing are passing the 2500m left sign!!

Goo, Kanagawaa!!

So fast!

4: I see them, Jou-san!! Ahead!!

5: Let's switch

From now on, it's my turn!!

[boba-at-323]

Evil Pebble

Note: Hi guys I'm still alive <333 I finally finished this fic based on a dream I had but not completely! I hope you guys enjoy <333

The heat got worse as the day progressed to noon. The air was still, the sky soundless, as even the birds, who usually chirped merrily around this hour, had given in to the heat. Not a single ant was sighted on the ground and those creatures are known for their hard work during the season.

Mother Nature had issued desperate warnings about the extreme weather all week. Despite this, the school faculty kindly decided to arrange their annual sports festival for that exact week.

Crowds of students in a mix of white and navy blue uniforms were seen scattered around in different parts of the school grounds. Some were stretching and warming up, preparing themselves for whatever sport they had signed up for, and others in groups sat on the burning grass complaining about the scorching heat and gossiping to kill time.

You stood with your opponents on the track field. The white paint on the ground glistened underneath the sunlight, but not in an appealing way. You could see the surroundings crowd up with more and more students by the minute as they hurried to get the best spot before anyone else. The coach was heard screaming at a boy who was probably late for the last sports match, while the other teachers were rounding up the remaining few rebellious students. Everything was nauseating.

You just wanted to go home and lie in bed with the air conditioning on and possibly a popsicle. Yeah, that sounded nice.

A tap on your shoulder made you return from your heavenly daydream.

“Everything alright Y/n? You seem out of it.” A quiet yet kind voice.

It was Han Taesan, a friend you made in the first year of high school just because your seat had been right next to his. At first, he seemed very intimidating. Not much of a talker, Taesan was always quiet usually seen with his headphones on every chance he could get. You had not ever seen him with people other than a boy called Kim Donghyun, who you later found out had been with him since elementary. He was seemingly a reserved person, keeping himself detached from his surroundings, or so you had thought.

Right before spring break, you got sick and missed an entire week of school. You were greatly worried about the mountain of work you'd have to catch up on and the exams you needed to prepare for. However when you came back to school, you were speechless to find Taesan approaching you first thing in the morning, handing out to you a handwritten copy of his notes from when you were absent.

You couldn’t thank him enough but he just smiled shyly telling you it wouldn’t have been nice if he didn’t. From that day onwards, Taesan gained a new friend.

"Oh no, I'm fine" you waved your hand, shaking away the daze "You know how I am with the heat."

 "Ah, right. Want me to get you a water bottle?" His tone showed concern greater than the matter.

"No thank you," you smiled at his offer, "Don't you have your baseball match to warm up for?"

He shook his head, "That isn't till an hour I think. We have girls' volleyball first."

Your conversation was interrupted by a high-pitched whistle coming from the coach's direction, signalling everyone to get into position.

Taesan let out what seemed like a sigh, and patted your shoulder.

"Good luck then, I'll be cheering for you!" He smiled encouragingly, making his way to where your other friends had been sitting and cheering.

Let's get this over with, you thought to yourself setting yourself into position.

"Students, on your mark..."

You took a look at the other girls around you.

"Get set..."

This should be easy.

"...GO!"

A loud bang was heard followed by deafening screams filling the air from the other students supporting their classmates and friends.

Like always, you took the lead. It wasn't that you had trained extensively, or anything. Running was the only sport you excelled at and years of participation in the same field had polished your skills, having achieved the gold medal every year. You wouldn't call it your arrogance, it was more or less the confidence you had in yourself. So, this year couldn't be any different.

Within moments, the finish line was in your sight. Giving yourself a last boost, you ran with the maximum of your limit. However, little did you know that right there on the track stood a small evil pebble meddling with your victory. Unknowingly, you stepped on the pebble during your sprint, causing your ankle to twist painfully.

You winced at the sudden, sharp pain but you couldn’t risk stopping, not when the red ribbon was almost there. With a slight limp, you pushed yourself just enough to make it to the end.

Another loud bang was heard, this time signalling the end of the race. Girls from the stands ran hurriedly with water bottles and other supplies for their teammates, giving group hugs to congratulate while a few consoled their disheartened companions.

You had finished in second place, but you didn't mind at all. Relief washed over you as your part concluded, but as you stood on the silver podium, the throbbing in your joint went unnoticed by everyone.

After the ceremony concluded, your friends invited you to watch the upcoming volleyball game

"I'll be there in a while," you confirmed and they nodded, asking you to make it on time.

You located a quiet space behind the building, away from the bustle. Exhaling heavily, you leaned back into the bench to take a deep breath. With a towel around your neck, you wiped off what remained of the sweat. Now that you were alone, you could take a better look at your injured ankle.

Lost while studying your sore foot, you didn’t notice someone approach.

“That doesn’t look too good.” It was Taesan again.

“Taesan! You scared me.” You whipped your head up to look at him, dramatically clutching your chest.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to,” he said with a tone of slight embarrassment, “I saw you step on that pebble, are you hurt badly?”

He saw?

“Oh, uh… no, it’s not that bad” You bit your lip hoping he wouldn’t be able to see through your lie.

“Let me have a look,” he said and before you could stop him, he was on the ground inspecting your ankle, pressing his fingers against the purplish skin.

As he did, the sudden pain caused an involuntary whine to escape your lips.

“Sorry…” He mumbled softly getting back to your injury, “I knew you got hurt so I brought first aid just in case.”

You had not noticed the small white box sitting next to him until he had mentioned it.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Something felt different about him today. Maybe it was the strands of sweaty hair sticking messily to his forehead, maybe it was the way his pale skin gleamed beautifully underneath the noon sun, or maybe it was just his navy blue uniform that suddenly made you aware of how attractive he had always been.

He carefully dressed your sprained ankle, making sure he was as gentle as he could be not wanting to cause you any discomfort. Unbeknownst to him, you were watching him with an unfamiliar feeling, a newfound emotion or was it only just realised?

 “There, all done.” He finished bandaging, “Do you think you can walk alright?”

“Y-yeah…”  A blush crept into your cheeks when you realised you had been staring at him for way too long, “thank you, Taesan.”

“Not at all. I’m just glad you’re okay. You had me worried there.” He admitted sheepishly. It was his turn to shy away as his ears tinted a shade of red, but you wouldn’t notice.

“Y/n, do you want to go out for ice cream after school?" Taesan proposed out of the blue and you swore you choked on the air for a split second.

Seeing your confused look, he realized his question had surprised you and quickly continued

“Since you won second place, and you know…” he pointed at your ankle.

You looked down at your bandaged foot. How did he make you forget the pain you were in?

Oh right…

“Of course, I don’t mind yeah.” You stutter as you answer, a feeling of embarrassment taking over you because why were you acting like this? It was just Taesan.

“I think we should get going, the volleyball match probably started,” He looked at the direction of the court then back at you again, “Let me help you.”

He extended his hand and you took it for support. It wasn’t the first time he had held your hand, but the contact sent a swarm of butterflies fluttering like crazy in your stomach. You felt light-headed as he led to to where you were headed.

For some reason, the heat wasn’t bothersome anymore. Of course, now you had a bigger problem to deal with.

Title : Evil pebble || Word count: 1.509k || Genre: fluff, mutual pinning || Pairing: Classmate/friend Taesan x fem!Reader

[iovebarca]

In Your Embrace - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: send me some requests!

WC: 1300+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, angsty, fluff!

You are sitting at home, enjoying the quiet of the late afternoon, when your phone rings. The name on the screen makes your heart skip a beat—it's the physiotherapy clinic where Pablo has been doing his recovery training. You answer quickly, anxiety already bubbling up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this y/n?" a worried voice asks.

"Yes, it is. What's going on?"

"It's Pablo. He pulled a muscle during training, and he's not taking it well. He's having a panic attack, and we don't know how to help him. Can you come over?"

Your heart clenches. "I'll be right there."

You grab your keys and rush out the door, your mind racing. Pablo has been working so hard to recover from his injury, and the thought of him in pain and panic makes you feel helpless. You drive as fast as you can without breaking any laws, your thoughts a whirl of worry and determination.

When you arrive at the clinic, one of the physiotherapists greets you at the entrance, her face etched with concern. "He's in the locker room," she says, leading you down a corridor.

You find Pablo alone, sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. His breathing is rapid and shallow, his shoulders trembling with each breath. You can see the strain on his face, the fear in his eyes when he looks up at you.

You kneel down in front of him, placing a gentle hand on his knee. "Pablo, it's me. I'm here."

His eyes are wide and unfocused, and you can tell he's struggling to get his breathing under control. You take a deep breath yourself, hoping to set an example.

"Pablo, look at me," you say softly. "Just focus on my voice. Breathe with me, okay? In through your nose, out through your mouth."

You begin to breathe slowly and deliberately, in through your nose, out through your mouth. You watch his chest rise and fall, trying to match your rhythm. But his breaths are still quick and shallow, and his panic doesn't seem to be easing.

You reach out and take his hand, squeezing it gently. "It's going to be okay, Pablo. I'm right here with you."

He squeezes your hand back, but his eyes are still filled with fear. You realize that he needs more than just breathing exercises. You need to try something else.

Without thinking, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles are coiled tight with anxiety.

"It's okay," you whisper into his ear. "You're safe. I'm here."

For a moment, he stiffens in your embrace, but then he starts to relax, his breathing slowly beginning to steady. You hold him close, rubbing his back in soothing circles.

"I'm scared," he whispers, his voice trembling. "What if I never recover? What if I can't play again?"

Tears fill your eyes as you hold him tighter. "It's okay to be scared," you say softly. "But you're not alone. I'm here with you, and we're going to get through this together."

He clings to you, his body shaking with sobs. You feel his tears wetting your shoulder, but you don't care. All that matters is being there for him, helping him through this moment.

"You are so strong, Pablo," you say, your voice filled with conviction. "You've come so far already, and I know you can keep going. We'll take it one step at a time, and I'll be with you every step of the way."

He nods against your shoulder, his breathing starting to calm. "Thank you," he whispers.

You pull back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. You brush away his tears with your thumb, giving him a small, reassuring smile. "You're going to be okay," you say firmly. "I believe in you."

He takes a deep breath, his gaze steadying as he looks at you. "I believe in you too," he says quietly.

You sit with him for a while longer, just holding him and letting him know he's not alone. The panic slowly ebbs away, replaced by a fragile sense of calm. When he finally pulls back, there's a new determination in his eyes.

"Let's get you home," you say gently. "You need to rest."

He nods, and you help him to his feet. He leans on you slightly, and you can feel the exhaustion in his body. But there's also a strength there, a resilience that gives you hope.

As you walk out of the clinic together, you can't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. Gratitude for being there when he needed you, for the bond you share, and for the love that gives both of you the strength to face whatever challenges come your way.

The drive home is quiet but comforting. Pablo holds your hand the entire way, his grip a little tighter than usual, as if he's afraid to let go. You don't mind. You squeeze his hand back, letting him know you're there for him, no matter what.

When you get home, you help him settle onto the couch, propping up his injured leg with some pillows. He sighs in relief, the tension finally easing from his body.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" you ask, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead.

He shakes his head. "Just stay with me?"

"Of course," you say, sitting down beside him. You take his hand again, your fingers entwined.

He leans his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes. "I don't know what I would have done without you today," he murmurs.

You press a kiss to his temple. "You don't have to do anything alone, Pablo. We're a team, remember?"

He smiles, a small but genuine smile that warms your heart. "Yeah, we are."

The evening passes in a comfortable silence, the two of you just enjoying each other's presence. You watch a movie together, but your mind is more focused on Pablo, on making sure he's okay.

As the night deepens, he starts to doze off, his head still resting on your shoulder. You gently shift, lying down so that he can rest his head on your chest. He snuggles closer, his arms wrapping around you.

"Thank you," he whispers again, his voice thick with sleep.

You run your fingers through his hair, a soothing motion that seems to help him relax even more. "Anytime, Pablo. I'll always be here for you."

He falls asleep in your arms, his breathing deep and even. You watch him for a while, your heart full of love and tenderness. You know that there will be more challenges ahead, more moments of fear and doubt. But you also know that as long as you're together, you can face anything.

As you drift off to sleep, you hold him close, your heart at peace. Because no matter what the future holds, you have each other. And that's all that matters.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Creep

Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader

Summary: The man on your train is a creep

You hated taking the tube.

It was smelly and packed and made weird noises that freaked you out. You would get dirty looks all the time because you had to squeeze on with your kit bag and your schoolwork.

But, in particular, you hated this one specific man.

He looked to be more than twice your age, one of those middle-aged finance guys in a fancy suit and enough money to buy three houses but common sense enough to not drive through London during rush hour.

He got on at the stop after you in the mornings and the one just before you in the evenings.

With the strength of the crowd, he always ended up pressed against you during the morning rush, always a little too close for comfort.

The train car rocked violently as it moved out from the station and you immediately felt hands on your hips.

"Sorry 'bout that," He said, leaning down into your personal space," Just lost my balance there for a second."

But his hands stayed firm on your waist.

You tried to laugh it off. "Oh...er, yeah, no problem..." You were frozen in place, unable to really do anything in the packed train with this strange man pressed up against you.

You were lucky that your stop was next and you wiggled out of his grip to exit.

The feeling of his hands on your hips stayed with you as you walked from the station to the training ground. By the time training was over, you had forgotten all about it.

But, in the coming days, he clearly hadn't.

It was like the floodgates had opened. He always ended up pressed close against you, always touching you in some way and you could do nothing about it.

You thought about catching the bus to training but it would just take longer so you just stayed with the train. You thought about getting a later train but the last time you did that, you were a few minutes off being late and doing that more often just felt like tempting fate.

You could cope with it though. You only saw him twice a day (once if you missed the first train back home) and you could easily wedge yourself further away into other people if you really tried.

It was only when he started to show up to your matches that you got the feeling that something could go wrong.

"Fancy seeing you here." He leaned over the railing with one of those smirks that you think the girls with daddy issues at your school would be attracted to.

You didn't quite know how to respond to that so you just awkwardly laughed like you did the first day on the train. "Ha, yeah."

"Mind taking a picture with me? My mates didn't quite believe me when I told them that the fit girl from Arsenal gets my train."

His wording was strange and crept on the edges of creepy but it was an innocent enough request so you took his phone and leaned up against the railing, trying to get a good angle.

He leaned down, his chin resting on your shoulder and goose bumps of fear crept up your neck when you felt his breath there.

"Hey."

You jerked away instinctively as a familiar voice approached. Lia, usually smiling, held a slight grimace on her face as she walked closer. Her eyes flicked to the man then back to you, plucking the phone from your hand.

"Why don't we make it the three of us?"

She didn't let the man respond, easily slotting in next to you and resting her arm around your shoulders so he couldn't put his face so close.

It worked for the most part but, as you plastered a fake smile on your face, you caught him angling his face down to sniff at your hair.

Lia gave him his phone back, pulling you away with her.

"Did you know him?" Kim asked as she joined the two of you, having been only moments away from intervening herself.

You glanced back at him, yelping slightly when you noticed him still staring. "He gets on my train."

Kim looked back too, eyes narrowed. "Come on, I'll drop you home today. You need to be careful on public transport."

"I know."

True to her word, Kim dropped you home. In fact, she continued to drop you home every day after practice so you only had to deal with the man in the mornings.

But, it was on the one day that Kim was sick, that it all came to a head.

You pulled your hood over your head as you began your trek to the train station, huffing in frustration at every step due to the ache in your legs.

"Hey! Wait up!" Leah came barrelling over, swinging one arm over your shoulder and almost causing you to crash to the floor. "Where'd you think you're going?"

"Home?"

"Without me?"

You gave her a look. "Don't you own a car?"

"It's getting serviced. Thought that I would see how you do it."

You rolled your eyes, checking the time on your phone. "We're gonna miss the first train because of you," You told her," But if we get to the station in the next ten minutes, we'll be able to catch the next one."

"Excellent."

You were right, of course. You arrived at the station just as the second train (thankfully much less packed than the first) pulled up. You slipped through the doors, talking aimlessly with Leah as you sat in the first seat you could find.

"Fancy seeing you here."

A shiver ran up your spine.

You hadn't even realised that you sat next to him until he spoke.

Leah narrowed her eyes.

"Oh, er, yeah. Just heading home."

"I haven't seen you in the evenings for a while now."

"I've been getting a lift back."

He nodded along, seemingly uncaring towards the fact that you were clearly leaning away from him. If there hadn't been an armrest in the way, you were sure that you'd have already tumbled into Leah's lap.

"The Arsenal training grounds aren't too far from where I work. We could take a cab back together sometime."

You shivered again, body going rigid as he flashed his too-white smile at you and, almost in slow motion, moved to rest his hand on your thigh.

Leah snatched his wrist out of the air, squeezing tightly until her knuckles were white. "You need to leave her alone," She said in warning, her voice low and dangerous like it was on the pitch," I don't want to see you anywhere near her. In fact, you're never going to see her again."

The train pulled into a station that definitely wasn't yours but Leah still yanked you up and got off with you, snapping a picture of the man on her phone as she went.

"How long has that been going on?" She demanded, not even waiting to get off the platform. "He seemed pretty familiar with you."

Shame flooded your body and you couldn't meet her eyes. "A few months. He crashed into me during rush hour."

Leah sighed, long and drawn out like she was trying to control herself. "Why didn't you tell someone?"

"What use would that do? Men are creeps sometimes. There's nothing I can do about it."

In an instant, you were pulled into her, arms wrapped tight around your waist as you were pressed into her neck.

"I'm so sorry, kiddo," She said," I'm so, so sorry that you've had to put up with that for so long."

"It's fine," You replied dismissively," It hardly matters anyway."

"It does matter. Don't pretend that it doesn't. I heard from Lia that some other creep was at the game against Bristol. Is it the same guy?"

You nodded.

Leah sighed again, finally letting you pull away but still keeping your hand tight in hers. "I'm going to send that picture to the girls and Jonas, alright? We're gonna have him banned from our matches."

"Thank you," You whispered.

"And we'll work out a schedule on who will take you to and from practice, so he can't corner you on the train again."

"Thank you," You said again.

Leah grinned, bringing you even closer than before. "Now that that's sorted out...Do you know how to get home from here? I'm not too sure where we are."