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[lifeandpersonalitycoach]

7 biggest benefits of having a business coach &list of 10 advantages of life coaching

7 biggest benefits of having a

business coach

1. CLARITY FROM YOUR BUSINESS COACH

Often the business owner isn’t sure of his or her future vision, goals, values and principles. A business coach can probe into each of these areas and help bring tremendous clarity and long-term thinking into the business owner’s perspective. By deciding a vision and long-term goal, a coach can make it easier to create short-term goals which assist in achieving the long-term goal. By clarifying values and principles, a business coach can help you do business ethically and with a clear conscience, as well as build a culture in which others operate with similar values and principles.

2. IDENTIFYING YOUR HIDDEN POTENTIAL

A coach can also help you identify your hidden strengths and powers. Often, we underestimate our own capabilities, whereas a coach will look for the best in you and identify your unique strengths and capabilities. By doing so, the coach also helps you build self-esteem and an “I Can, I Will” attitude with which you can face any challenges that come your way with courage and conviction.

3. ELIMINATING LIMITING BELIEFS & HABITS

In case you have certain bad habits, weaknesses, or self-limiting beliefs, a coach can bring those out in the open so that they can be discarded. Without first seeing these limiting beliefs or habits, it’s impossible to overcome them. Therefore, the coach can often give the bitter medicine of a reality-check to you, which in the long-term can help you become the kind of person you want to be

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4. A BUSINESS COACH WILL GIVE HONEST FEEDBACK

Generally, business leaders do not get negative feedback, because their subordinates may be afraid of countering their views. However, a coach can be an experienced mirror for you, helping you see your plans and actions in the right perspective and giving honest (even if sometimes brutal) feedback.

5. SETTING PRODUCTIVITY SYSTEMS

Productivity is another thing people struggle with. Setting up systems so that you can perform at your peak level day in and day out is another of a business coach’s responsibilities. A good coach will see your patterns of behaviour and guide you toward creating daily productivity systems to perform effectively and become a balanced and powerful leader.

Another aspect of productivity is balancing the long-term aspects of running a business with the short-term aspects. For example, often process documentation, framing an HR policy, designing a training module, etc are long term priorities which get procrastinated by top leadership in various companies. The short-term fire-fighting approach of dealing with urgent situations takes precedence. A coach’s responsibility is to ensure that a balance is maintained between those things which are urgent and important in the short term and those which will give fruits in the long term for the business.

6. EXPERIENCE WITH DIFFERENT BUSINESS PROBLEMS

Since a business coach may have worked with several other business owners, and seen many industries, he or she has a unique perspective on business problems. Often times we feel that we’re the first person to face a certain type of challenge, but on deeper searching, we find that it is a common problem that most businesses run into. A coach can see this and use the knowledge gained from various other experiences to find the best course of action for you when you face challenges.

7. BUSINESS COACH EXTENDS YOUR NETWORK

Usually, a business coach will be well connected with other industry leaders and business owners and can easily introduce you to relevant people. Sometimes, this could mean introducing you to a new potential client, or it could mean introducing you to a channel partner or supplier, etc. Or it may even mean introducing you to a group of like-minded individuals who can share their business journey together and support each other.

list of 10 advantages of

life coaching

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Coaching encourages the coa-chee to set clear goals

Goal setting is an effective technique for enhancing performance, so it is one of the essential strategies. Goal setting is a menta training technique that can increase an individual’s commitment towards achieving a personal goal, which can be separated into short, medium, and long-term goals. The advantage of goal setting is that it helps boost performance levels by achieving targets. Goals setting helps to focus attention, and it is critical to maintain and enhance motivation.

 2. Coaching improves job satisfaction

A career coach can help you identify opportunities for improvement in your personal and professional life, which could lead to greater satisfaction overall. Career coaches typically encourage professionals to explore opportunities and reflect on their interests and skills to find the right profession to pursue. Employees having a coach increases their ability to feel relaxed and helps them understand their value. A coach can help a leader identify skills to be developed, key strengths, and strategies for improvement.

 3. Coaching builds confidence

Any coach can use coaching tools and techniques to help a coachee build more self-confidence. Confidence coaching is designed to help you raise your self-esteem and create a positive outlook on life, starting from within. The aim is to help you challenge any limiting beliefs that you have about yourself, boost your self-esteem, and build a strong self-image. Confidence coaching is about helping you believe in yourself to push through fear and fulfil your true potential.

 4. Increased level of engagement

Coaching engages participants with its unique one-on-one feedback and lots of encouragement. When individuals become engaged with their workplace, they can contribute more effectively to the team and the organization. This engagement also helps to increase productivity, benefiting their careers and overall organization. Coaching is a great way to empower your employees to set great goals and achieve them. Coaching increases employee engagement because employees feel involved. Individual goal completion is also beneficial to organizational objectives.

 5.Support for improving specific skills

Having support for improving skills can be highly beneficial. Simply knowing someone is there to help with goal achievement is an integral part of progress within the coaching process, Coaching allows you to create coachee profiles, facilitate communication and relationship within your program, and achieve your career development objectives. As skill building is often the focus of coaching relationship, there should be specific emphasis on which skills to build, so the coaching is efficient and directed. These skills can include communication, delegation, conflict management, team building, and persuasion, and they can be managed with coaching, Guided support will make the coaching relationship successful in its objectives.

 6. Reduce stress

Coaching helps the coachee to organise and select achievable goals. Poor planning generates unnecessary stress that is detrimental to the sufferer. A good strategy, the necessary motivation, responsibility, effort, and discipline allow for achieving the objectives set. A coach aims to offer you a sense of space, reflection, and clarity. When it comes to stress, the coach seeks to help you understand the root causes rather than to ‘fix’ the symptoms. This is done through a series of conversations where the coach will ask questions to help you gain understanding and offer insights or reflections you may not have considered.

 7. Coaching helps manage time

A time management coach will help you manage your time more effectively. Time management coaching is the fastest way to increase productivity and achieve goals in less time. There are many benefits to working with a time management coach. A time management coach will help you simplify your to-do list and priorities effectively and stay focused. Coaching will help you organise your time effectively. Effective time management ensures you stay focused and productive.

 8. Improvement of relationship

Coaching is applied to improve a person’s results in the relationship with his partner, his family, his boss, his subordinates, the management of conflicts, negotiation, and so on. In addition, another of the benefits of coaching is that it improves communication and interpersonal skills. In other words, it helps connect with other people.

 9. Greater flexibility and adaptability to change

Coaching is transformative, and its essence is steeped in the spirit of a change. One of the benefits of coaching is that it makes the coachee responsible for their own decisions and allows them to better adapt to the environment. Change is inevitable. Good coaches understand this and can efficiently adapt to changing circumstances. While adaptability is the ability to adjust your situation to suit a new environment.

 10. More creativity

The environment of the coachee during the coaching process favors learning. In addition, the coach, the coach encourages the discovery of new alternatives by the coachee, helps connect with the emotional side and unlocks the mind to generate new ideas that lead to change. Creativity implies change also because it transforms one reality into another. Creativity is the ability to create new ideas, solutions, and possibilities. For the work to be considered creative, it must be original and effective in achieving a specific purpose. The coach works with the coachee to identify and set the ground for more explicit goals while establishing management strategies to ensure they met.

[reminiscingtonight]

Eras Of Us (Pt. 2)

Alessia Russo x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Part One

[WOSO Masterlist]

Nothing can break your high. 

Playing in your first London derby, scoring in your first London derby, is a feeling you’re never going to forget. 

Until someone so graciously reminds you of the implications of such a win. 

“Emma Hayes is gonna be my new coach,” you moan.

“Rough,” Alessia snorts, ignoring the way you smack at her arm.

The two of you are out with the rest of the girls, capping off the win against Chelsea with a couple of drinks at a bar near the stadium. Around you are a mix of reds and blues, all of the players good friends despite the outcome of the match. 

Despite starting your night hanging by Leah, the blonde basically mothering you to death since your move overseas, you somehow find yourself tucked into Alessia’s side merely a few minutes later. It makes your heart skip a beat when you feel her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hairs on the back of your neck. 

“It’s not funny! What if she takes me wrecking her club team personally and doesn’t give me a call up to the next camp?”

Alessia gives you a look.

It’s enough to make you feel chastised. You sigh, hanging your head. “Fine, she wouldn’t do that. But she might make me run extra laps as punishment!”

Alessia laughs again, shoving at head when you wack her arm again. “What ever happened to the (Y/N) who would run extra laps for fun?”

You know Alessia’s thinking of you dressed Carolina blue, sprinting up and down the pitch after practice ends, wanting to get in extra reps to keep your fitness up. It’s a fond memory, the player you were when you were younger, but you shudder, thinking of how it was really just a ploy to get Alessia to give you a backrub when you got home, the forward always quick to crumble to your sad eyes and exaggerated whines.

You pout. “She grew up.”

“Poor you,” she teases, pinching at your cheeks. 

You can’t remember the last time you’ve laughed this much. 

You and Alessia have fallen into a good routine since you both joined Arsenal. There was no awkward tension around the two of you, no weird ‘I’m on the same team as my ex’ drama. If anything, there’s more ‘annoying years-in-the-making inside jokes’ shenanigans that you’ve brought with you. It’s almost like no time has passed. 

Once in a while you catch yourself thinking about the what-ifs. What if you never broke up. What if Alessia wanted to give this another shot. But you’re more than happy to live in the now. You and Alessia are friends now. That’s not something you’re willing to give up just for a shot at what you once knew. 

Looking down at her empty cup, Alessia lets out a low groan. You sheepishly hand her your empty cup as well, sweetly asking for a refill. She grumbles under her breath but grabs your drink nonetheless. “Don’t miss me too much!” she hollers over her shoulder as she disappears into the crowd. 

You find yourself staring even long after she’s gone.

With nothing left to distract you, you turn your attention back down to your phone. It’s funny seeing all of the posts on social media by the fans. Giggling to yourself, you like a couple of them before your attention is quickly captured again when you feel a small nudge against your arm. You look up to see Lotte smiling back at you. 

Scooting over, you give her enough space to plop down next to you in the booth. 

“Whatcha been doing hiding away here all night?”

You shrug, easy smile floating to your lips. “Haven’t been hiding. Less and I’ve just been hanging out. Lots of things to catch up on.”

The mention of the blonde striker has Lotte frowning a bit. You watch as she seems to think through her words. “Are you and Less…” she starts cautiously, pausing to gather her thoughts once more. 

“Are me and Less what?” 

The brunette shrugs. “I dunno, back together? Working things out? You guys just… you seem close again.”

It’s your turn to pause. In all honesty you haven’t really been thinking about what you and Alessia have been doing. Yes, you spend a lot of your free time together, and yes, Alessia always seems to seek you out when you all go out with the rest of the team, but that doesn't mean anything, right? 

Right? 

You settle for a half-shrug. “I’m not sure. I think… I think we’re just seeing where things go.”

Lotte nods, the look of unease still on her face. “Just be careful, alright? I’m happy if things work out between you guys but just don’t forget the history the two of you have.”

Lotte’s words stick with you.

Even days later, when Alessia and you are taking a stroll towards a nearby farmer’s market.

You’re not thinking when her hand automatically slips into yours, hands freely swinging between the two of you. Alessia’s telling you a story you’re only half listening to, more caught in your head than the walk in front of you.

Spotting a booth with your favorite flowers, you head towards them. Only to be yanked back by a firm hand. 

Alessia doesn’t let go of your hand.

You pull again. 

You can hear an amused noise but Alessia still doesn’t let you go. 

“Lessi! Let me go see the flowers,” you whine. 

This time when you pull, she lets you go with a chuckle.

They’re beautiful. 

The purples, the blues, the pinks. You run your hands over them, marveling in all of the beauty. 

You must be looking for too long, because your heart lurches when you feel the familiar weight of an arm wrapping around your waist, Alessia’s head dropping to your shoulder. It’s habitual, the way your hand drops to rest on top of hers.

You can feel Alessia smile against the side of your head.

And it hits you then. 

This feels familiar. Too familiar. 

This feels right. Too right.

This feels like everything you’ve been missing. 

“Less?”

The blonde hums, eyes not moving as her fingers continue to trace shapes on your stomach.

You huff. It isn’t until you’re shuffling around, fully facing Alessia that her eyes drop to meet yours. She’s clearly not expecting it, mouth dropped into an ‘o’.

“Hi?”

“Alessia, do you want to date me?”

It’s almost comical, the way her eyes widen, mouth somehow dropping even wider.

When it becomes clear that Alessia is at a loss of words you run a hand down your face, effectively pushing the blonde away from you.

“Look, I get it if you think I’m just imagining things, and I’ll totally understand if you want some space if all of this is just in my head, but I can’t help but feel like these are dates, these little trips around London you’ve been taking me. I haven’t felt this ‘wined and dined’ since the two of us first started dating all those years ago.”

You pause, leaving plenty of time for Alessia to interject.

She doesn’t.

Instead, she swallows. 

You watch as Alessia clenches and unclenches her hands, nervously shuffling from foot to foot.

Neither of you say anything as the seconds pass, ticking into minutes. 

Eventually, with her eyes trained to her feet, “Do you want them to be dates?” Alessia asks quietly. Timidly.

A little too timidly.

And that’s when you realize what this is.

What it’s been about this entire time.

Alessia’s afraid you don’t want her.

“You’re an idiot.”

Fisting a hand into her shirt, you yank Alessia towards you. Her eyes widen just as your lips meet, hands floundering about until they rest on your waist.

When you break away, you make sure to memorize the look on her face. Eyes closed, peaceful lit to her face, it’s something you want to ingrain in your memory and never forget.

When Alessia’s eyes flutter open you give her a soft smile.

“I’m always going to want you,” you murmur, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. 

You duck down, pressing your face into the crook of her neck as her arms automatically wrap around your back.

“I’d spend a lifetime trying to get over you, just to get to spend a single second as yours.”

You feel more than hear Alessia’s shaky breath in, arms tightening just a fraction around you. 

“I don’t want to ever get over you.” Your heart skips a beat at her confession. Her words are paired with a kiss on your hairline, signaling what you know is the end of this limbo, the beginning of your story starting anew.

No, things didn’t work out the first time.

But you aren’t stranded on opposite coasts this time. You aren’t leaving Alessia to start your professional career elsewhere. Alessia isn’t leaving you to go back home. 

You’re both in England. You’re both on the same team. 

Maybe this time things will work out. 

Because you love Alessia and she loves you. And that’s all you really need to know.

[nxghtstxne]

"What are we?"

Warnings: None

Pairings: Leah Williamson x reader

Words: 2222 (angel number??)

*First Leah fic, still gonna be writing for OBX and stuff so don't worry but I like this now too so I'm also gonna be writing more WOSO stuff, I actually already have a second Leah fic lined up after this one, inspired by this so it'll probably be the same timeline and background and stuff.

You were a forward for the Arsenal women's team, having scored a fair few goals for the team you were popular with the fans. However even after all your time at the club you were still rather quiet and reserved, becoming good friends with Lotte and Viv pretty soon after joining, and of course being friends with Viv meant eventually being friends with Beth and of course Leah. 

Beth and Leah had managed to soon get you to open up around them, the latter of the two quickly realising how her mood instantly lifted whenever you were nearby, finding it hard not to smile at just the thought of you sometimes. Slowly you had found yourself talking to Leah more easily, at first finding her rather stern and slightly intimidating. Now you were excited to tell her about your day or to listen to her talk about all the new songs she had found since you two last spoke. 

Eventually as the season progressed, so did your friendship with the defender, whenever you would score goals, whether they were strong and thought out or a chance you took with your eyes closed, Leah was always one of the last ones to leave the celebration, her hands and arms holding onto you the tightest out of all your teammates. After one particular game changing goal against Liverpool, you were quickly bombarded with hands patting your head and back and shouts of praise being thrown your way, but it was one set of strong arms wrapping around your shoulders that caught your attention; warm breath hitting your cheek as she pressed her chest against your back, her face pressed close to your ear.

 “Y/n that was unbelievable- you're unbelievable, oh my god!” What was surprising though was the quick kiss that she planted on your cheek, squeezing you one last time before running off back into her position. Not that you minded the way her arms felt around your torso when she was jumping in happiness at Arsenal scoring, or how close her face got to yours during that too. In fact you found yourself missing her presence afterwards when she wasn’t close to you. But she was like that with everyone right? Always the supportive vice captain, that’s all it was, is what you told yourself whenever your mind wandered to the what ifs. 

You found yourself asking the same questions during training a few days later, the trainers wanting everyone to pair up in the gym to do some 1v1 work together, you saw the blonde’s head turn your way the second the words left the coaches mouth, you were also about to make your way over to her to pair up before Victoria had grabbed your attention to be her partner instead. For the rest of the exercise you couldn’t help but notice the rather attractive frown on her face the whole time, it not going missed by Lia either; who had paired with Leah after seeing her disappointment at not being with you. Lia couldn’t help but be amused at the situation, throughout the whole time she had known Leah she had never seen her be this jealous or love struck over a girl before. At the end of session, you and Pelova had finished before Leah and Lia did, so you grabbed the blonde’s water bottle and made your way over. As soon as her eyes met yours she was like a completely different person, smiling and laughing at what you were saying, shoulder bumping into yours as you guys grabbed your bags. You both went your separate ways that afternoon, however the way her moods changed earlier that day had been stuck in your mind for the rest of the night. 

Every time you even thought about the possibility that she liked you as much as you liked her, you would get a slight flutter of butterflies in your stomach, eventually having enough of it and deciding to send her a quick message. After that it was hard to find a time where the two of you weren’t messaging each other, or facetiming while getting ready. Naturally this led to you both hanging out a lot more, movie nights, meeting up at little cafes or bars or sometimes going mini golfing or bowling. None of these had been called dates, but the way your hands intertwined casually and the longing looks shared throughout the nights, played on your mind, and unknown to you, Leah thought about them too.

 After a few months of this going on, it was obvious to the two of you that you both liked each other, however there seemed to be something stopping either of you from making the move and making it official, the fear of it not working out and then losing a friend and a good teammate being too strong. Once Leah was able to drive again after her surgery, she would pick you up and drop you off back home, not being too keen on the idea of you walking on your own after late training nights. It took surprisingly less time than you thought for Leah to give up her treasured DJ privileges and let you take control of the music in the car, it didn’t stop her from being overly opinionated about the music you played though. One night after the two of you had been out to an arcade for a few hours, you were sat in the passenger seat, the conversation had since died down into a comfortable silence, street lights lit up the car every few seconds causing you to notice Leah's clenched jaw out of the corner of your eye, a hand gently landed on your right thigh. Thumb stroking over the jeans softly as the tapping of her other hand on the wheel to the beat of the song filled the car, she was nervous you could tell, not wanting to draw attention to her you placed your own hand on top of hers. A silent response that it was okay, and you liked it. It was almost as if that night had opened something between the two of you, now comfortable with holding each other more often, hands in hands, or chests pressed against backs in the comfort of your house or her flat. 

Eventually it started to feel like the two of you were becoming something, knowing each other's schedules, each other’s favourite snacks or drinks to have after a match or at a movie night at each other's houses, the two of you even had some spare clothes and pajamas in a dedicated draw in the other girl’s room. After one particular group dinner at your place, cooking for what felt like half the team, Leah asked to sleep at yours, something that the two of you had done before but it still sent a surge of butterflies through your stomach, an instant smile at the thought of spending alone time with the girl. You quickly agreed and once everyone had helped clean up and left, not even an hour later you both were in lying in your bed, time had gone by pretty fast and before you knew it, you had spent countless hours awake together, talking about almost anything, ignoring the plot of the movie you two put on as it now only served as background noise. 

 Even hours after the two of you said you would be fast asleep, you were lying next to each other, shoulders touching and legs intertwined, giggling and silently laughing at each other’s bad jokes, hands grasping onto arms and heads turning to face each other as the laughter mellowed into giggles. Leah's eyes gently watched you as your hand reached up to tuck her fringe behind her ear, removing it from blocking her eyes. Only to giggle as it once again fell back to where it was, you moved it again, this time keeping your hand where it was against the side of her face; thumb moving up and down against her cheekbone. Her head moved slowly towards yours, nose pressing against yours, eyes holding eye contact, neither of you needed to speak to be able to understand what was being said, with a small nod of your head Leah’s lips were on yours. This was the first night of many that ended in gentle kisses while arms held each other close, waking up in the morning under warm covers with Leah’s long legs hung over your waist, an instant smile at how she even manages to frown in her sleep.

Though it wasn’t long after that first kiss that things started to escalate a little bit more, Leah always holding her hand out for you to take even in front of teammates, you guys had obviously held hands before but the slight fear of it being noticed by someone had always been there. But now it was like neither of you cared, too caught up in your own bubble to notice that people were looking, especially Beth and Katie. They noticed that one time Leah accidentally or not wore one of your hoodies to training, they knew it was yours because it was your favourite- always wearing it or having it in your bag in case. They noticed whenever Leah would make sure you were walking in front of her in crowded places, hands on your waist, her height advantage over you making it easy for her to direct you through the sea of people. They also noticed how not being official would affect the two of you when being single was brought up in conversation or online, with speculation and shipping by fans- or when a stranger would mindlessly flirt with either one of you on a night out.  And so because of this they took it upon themselves to get you both to finally confess your strong feelings to each other and make it official.

Not long after they had discussed their plan with Viv and Lotte, deciding to tag team the two of you and separately have the same talk about confessing your obvious love for each other, reminding you of how down you felt whenever you were reminded that Leah wasn’t yours, and you weren’t Leah's; convincing you and Leah the feelings were obviously there and so it would be stupid and painful to not follow and listen to them. 

That led you to where you are now, sat almost cuddled under a warm blanket on a cold October evening, hands itching to grab a hold of the other but the conversation ahead was making the two of you nervous. Space that was never usually there was present between both your bodies, a random episode of a tv show you’re both watching playing on the tv, the air around not awkward; never awkward with you two, just quietly comfortable but slightly scary. 

“Lee, what are we?” you had asked rather suddenly, your voice almost a whisper. Leah who had been focused on her nail polish, nervously checking it over and over again, stopped and turned to face you, eyebrows pulled down into that very attractive frown that you loved. Her head leaning to rest against her hand, arm perched on the back of the sofa. Copying her movements you turned to face her too, smiling as you reached up to rub a finger along the two lines in between her eyes, reminding her to relax her face; she secretly adored it when you did that, admittedly sometimes frowning on purpose just for you to do it. 

“What do you mean? We’re us, we’re good right? Just the way we are?” Her words had almost made your stomach drop, thinking that now you had definitely read it all wrong and maybe she doesn’t want to make it official or be with you for real. You had to remind yourself what your friends had told you earlier that day as you took a big breath in. 

“Yeah of course we’re good, but it would be good if we were more too, right? Even better maybe, cause then you’d be mine for real… And I would be yours for real, if you wanted.” The second those last words had left your mouth, Leah nodded, humming in agreement with your words.

“Yeah, yeah that would be good. Maybe a little scary but we’ll be alright I reckon.” Laughing towards the end of her words, she took one look at you and then pulled you into a kiss, a gentle, warm kiss like the many you’ve shared before but this one felt more passionate; possessive maybe? At the fact that you were now each other’s, comfortably and happily each other’s.  “So I guess this means no more hiding it?” 

“God shut up!” You laughed and pushed her away before pulling the blanket further up, cuddling back into her side, relieved that the hard part of the conversation was now over. “We were shit at hiding it anyway, pretty sure everyone knew already.” Leah had quietly laughed at your words, wrapping her arms around your upper body, head resting atop yours, forever thankful to their friends for giving them a talking to, because now Leah get’s to fall even more in love with you, and she will love you, sincerely, effortlessly and completely. 

[robo-milky]

[MORE INFO]

[Loosely references Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde]

Nicknames:

Crema/クッレマ (Cloche) | Big Henchman (Grim) | Vet/Medic (Ace) | Tiger Prawn (Floyd) | Monsieur Fumé (Rook)

Bio:

A proud and confident man, loves nothing more than himself. He’ll act diplomatic when needed, but that exterior will crack fit if something doesn’t go his way. Mors is bad at compromising, and can be very stubborn. May act passive aggressive in retaliation. Ever the megalomaniac, he will stop at nothing to reach the top. He is a man above pretensions, like morality and ethics. Though he can be boisterous, Mors is well spoken, hurling obscure insults at those who earn his ire. No matter what, he is always in the right.

Core Values -> Accomplishment + Knowledge

Elm is the opposite of Mors, a humble and kind man. He’ll do good for the sake of it, not asking for anything in return. Can be a bit of a pushover.

Core values -> Inspiring + Empathy

Background:

From the hit series, “Loyalty Lock”, Mors is an antagonist. Was an aspiring doctor of noble birth, that got drafted by mistake. His military career consisted of being a foot soldier, medic, to army officer (through bribery and corruption). Along with him being a controversial political figure in Vostege, Mors has many enemies. This resulted in him buying hiring a special vessel from “Goldbelle’s Facility of Maids”.

Mors had no one else but himself to blame, having taken the life of his one and only ally. If he was still under her protection, would he be a free man? Arms bound by rope, wood digging into his neck, he might as well think of his last words instead of what-ifs.

Elm stepped into the dark carriage and Mors came out the of coffin.

Notable Thoughts: Mors’

“I can’t possibly imagine being buttered up so easily, like the Headmaster of this school. Hm? Why are you staring at me like that for?”

“Eugh… Not only does Miss Jin have to resemble Cloche, but they share the same name. It leaves a foul taste in my mouth.”

“Grim is a curious specimen, indeed! I’m no veterinarian, by any means, but I would love to take a closer look at him when he is still.”

“Mr. Trappola? The boy’s clever, alright. He always knows just the right things to say.”

“I suppose Mr. Spade is quite cute, is he not? Always so eager to please.”

“Mr. Howl is alright for a beastman… He is at least well disciplined. ”

“Mr. Pergameno is surprisingly knowledgeable of protective eyewear. I may ask him for recommendations, sometime.”

“Lucius seems to hiss at me whenever I stop by and chat with Professor Trein. I wonder why, hohoh…”

“Professor Crewel would make a fine drill sergeant. The crack of his whip brings me back to my days of youth.”

“Coach Vargas’ physique is extraordinary. I’d like to someday study his veins, if given the opportunity to.”

“The Mystery Shop always somehow has everything I need. I wouldn’t ask Mr. Sam any questions he wouldn’t ask me.”

Notable Thoughts: Others’

“Mr. Clematis? Such a nice and helpful man! Taking on the task of monitoring the library by himself, on top of his studies.” - Crowley

“It could have been anyone else from ‘Loyalty Lock’ to get isekai’d here, but it just had to be him.” - Cloche

“Eek! Hide me! Do not make that freak come near me, please!” - Grim

“Can you patch me up instead? I don’t wanna get another scolding from the Vet!” - Ace

“Yeah, of course I respect Mors! He’s been taking the time to help me with studying and some reading.” - Deuce

“Mors’ insistence of live specimens, for dissections, stresses me out a little, but that’s how he did it back in his time… haha…” - Trey

“If I had to choose between dealing with Rook and dealing with Mors, I’m taking Mors all the way. At least he can leave me alone.” - Ruggie

“That geezer has some magic within him, but it’s unlike any I’ve seen before. It smells off.” - Leona

“I’ve got to return the handkerchief Mors gave me someday!” - Leikata

“Ah, Mors! Talking with him gives me nostalgia. It’s not bad looking back into the past.” - Lilia

Extras/Trivia:

- Harbours a strong dislike of all beastmen, and a preference for humans

- Pops in and out of any classes if it interests him

- His glasses are pinched on the bridge of his nose

- May go off on a tangent about all the “incompetent people” of his world when drunk

- Always faintly smells of smoke. Cigar? Gun powder? …Something else?

- Addresses most of the cast as adults, since they would have “reached maturity” where he is

- Oddly flattered that there is a “series based on his life events and greatness”

- Greys early because of stress in his youth

Gallery:

[vmlnrznotfound]

prologue: every shade of blue.

wc: 600+

a michael kaiser x reader series.

cw: angst

taglist: @ikuaiku @someprettyname @fishii28

kaiser never thought he’d see you again, especially not here, not like this. transferring to a new place was supposed to be a fresh start, a clean slate to focus solely on football. but here you were, a specter from his past, haunting the sidelines as the junior manager of his rival team.

from the moment he spotted you, his focus wavered. memories of your turbulent relationship flooded back.

he had thrown himself into his training, into becoming the best, to forget you. but seeing you now, he realized how deeply you had etched yourself into his soul as he watched you interact with other managers.

as the match began, michael channeled his turmoil into the game. every dribble, every pass, was an outlet for the tension simmering inside him..

during a timeout, michael’s coach sent him over to your side to fetch a water bottle. he hesitated, then jogged over with his usual swagger.

his fingers brushed yours as he grabbed the bottle, and for a split second, the world seemed to stop. your eyes met, and unspoken words hung in the air. but you both stayed silent. michael turned away, his heart pounding in his chest, masking his turmoil with a confident smirk.

back on the field, the tension between your teams mirrored the unresolved tension between you and michael. the game was fierce, both sides relentless. michael's every move was shadowed by memories of you. he played with a mix of aggression and finesse, the way he always did when something was eating at him.

in the final minutes, with the score tied, michael saw his chance. he broke through the defense, sprinting toward the goal. shooting the football right into the goal, making the crowd erupt, but all michael could see was you, your eyes locked onto his from across the field. you looked...disappointed, yet adorable in a way with that cute expression of yours he always adored cause you'd smile. and you'd always smile. you were his angel.

after the game, as the stadium emptied, michael found himself gravitating toward you. he stood a few feet away, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat. you looked at him, your expression unreadable, and for a moment, he thought you might speak. but the silence stretched on.

michael's gaze lingered on you, his mind a whirlwind of what-ifs and could-have-beens. the unspoken connection between you was a delicate thread, frayed but unbroken, binding you in a silent, bittersweet dance. your eyes met, holding a thousand unspoken words, a symphony of past and present playing in the space between you.

finally, michael turned and walked away, frustration and something deeper gnawing at him. he had thought he could move on, but seeing you had reopened old wounds. he wasn’t sure if they could ever heal completely.

as he walked away, the stadium lights dimming, he couldn’t help but steal one last glance at you. you stood there, rooted to the spot, eyes lost in his. in that fleeting moment, everything and nothing was said, and the silence between you spoke volumes.

michael's heart, usually so fiercely guarded, ached with the weight of unsaid words and lingering glances. his mind raced with thoughts of what could have been, and yet, he knew that for now, the silence was all they had.

a/n: im not the best angst writer i apologize :(

[droopycoquette]

Sick || Caitlin Clark

Summary: Taking care of sick cc who’s super grumpy she has to miss a game 

Warnings: requested by anon, established relationship, fem!reader, 

Word Count: .7k

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“No, that tastes disgusting,” Caitlin moaned. “I should be there.”

You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that night, taking care of a grumpy Caitlin who was sick wasn’t an easy task, even for you. 

“I know,” you sighed. “But the coach said that she’d rather you miss one game instead of an entire season. And you need to take the medicine so you can get on the court faster. Now come on.”

She opened her mouth and allowed you to give her the cough syrup. You smiled at her pout as you walked away towards the kitchen to check on the soup you were attempting to make. Her mother had given you the recipe saying that it worked like a charm. 

“Babe,” she called. “What time does the game start again?” 

“Around 6:00 I think,” you called back. “I don’t know if you should watch it though, it could put more stress on your body and that’s the last thing you need.”

“Yeah right. I’m watching that game,” she said matter-a-factly. 

You sighed and decided it wasn’t worth fighting her over. Leaning against the door frame you took in the sight in front of you. Your six-foot-tall girlfriend laying in your bed with a very defined pout. You could scream. She was so cute. 

“What,” she snapped.

“Hey, no need to be so aggressive,” you laugh. 

“Hmph.”

A timer went off letting you know that the soup was done. 

“Where are you going,” she called to you. 

“The soup is done,” you called back. “Or should be, if I did it right.”

You were so focused on getting the soup off the stove you didn’t notice when she got out of bed and followed you. She was met with a chill at the loss of the blanket but didn’t care, her baby was leaving her alone. 

“It looks good,” you cheered.

You turned around to get a bowl and were met with your girlfriend’s chest. 

“What are you doing,” you scowled. “Get your ass back in bed, now.”

“But-”

“No. No, ‘ifs, ands, or buts.’ Go,” you say pointing to your room. 

The sight that followed made you crack a smile, fighting to hold back laughter. Caitlin slowly trudged back to your rook, her feet barely leaving the ground. 

“I’ll be right back,” you assured her. “If you hurry I’ll give you a kiss.” 

That made her perk up and speed up. 

True to your word when you returned with a bowl of soup you sat it down next to your bed and gave her a kiss on the head. 

“That’s it,” she asked, looking betrayed. 

You grab a chair and scoot it closer to your bed while rolling your eyes. 

“You’re still sick,” you reminded her, smiling slightly. “Now open up.”

She turned her head to the opposite wall with a “hmph.”

“No. I’m not eating that until you kiss me properly,” she said simply. 

“Cait,” you groaned. “You’re making this difficult for no reason.”

“All you have to do is kiss me. That’s it. I’m so sorry that kissing me is so hard right now,” she responded sarcastically. 

You put the soup back on your nightstand and straddled her, facing her head on. Her hands found your hips automatically. 

“If I kiss you, you have to promise to stop being so difficult  and actually listen to me.”

“You drive a hard bargain miss, but I’ll see what I can do,” Caitlin responds with a smirk. 

Your hands come up to cup her face before you leaned in and connected your lips. It was meant to be a quick peck but Caitlin quickly brought her hands to the sides of your head, holding you close to her. Your lips continued to move in sync, like a memorized dance. Your hands moved to her neck making your girlfriend smile. You shifted closer to her, pushing your lips closer causing her to moan. Her hands moved from your head back down to your waist, squeezing slightly. Your breath became hers and hers became yours, and soon your head was becoming light. 

“Was that good enough,” you ask breathlessly, still very close to her. 

She nodded silently, eyes still on your swollen lips. 

“Good,” you say hopping off of her lap. 

She pouted, for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, at the loss of contact. You grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. 

“It seems like the game is starting soon. Now, eat the damn soup.”

[magicfootballstuff]

Derby Day - ona batlle x reader

You don’t talk to each other before the game on derby day. That’s the rule you put in place two seasons ago after a Manchester derby that ended up with a pre-match argument, a reckless challenge mid-game that earned you a yellow card, and a week of making Ona breakfast in bed to apologise for taking out your frustration on her on the pitch.

Since then, the no talking rule has been effective. No more arguments, no more stupid tackles, no more letting the Manchester rivalry cross the threshold into the apartment you share with your girlfriend.

Another unspoken rule of the derby day is that the player on the away side stays with a friend the night before the match, mostly to aid the 'no talking before the game' rule, so you crash in Leila’s spare bedroom the night before this one and catch a lift with her and Laia to meet the team bus that’ll take you to Leigh Sports Village. You’re strangely blissful as you board the coach with a coffee in a paper cup, and though thoughts of Ona cross your mind, you’re mostly focused on the game ahead. It’s a must-win for both teams in the fight for trophies and Champions League places, but you don’t allow yourself to stress about the what ifs and the knowledge that either you or Ona will end the day bitterly disappointed with the outcome.

Before the game, when both teams are out on the pitch inside a still empty stadium, you pretend that you don’t know Ona. There’s a bit of mingling between the two teams, some of the Lionesses chat with each other and Lucia says a quick hi to you. But when Leila and Laia approach Ona, you hang back and talk to some of your other teammates instead.

The no-talking rule, no matter how tempting it is to break when Ona looks so good in United’s brand new white training kit, is in place for a reason.

You don’t make eye contact with her during the warm ups, nor in the tunnel before the game. Especially not when you go down the line to fist bump each member of the United team. She’s not your girlfriend for the next two hours, just another red opponent on the pitch.

After three years of playing against Ona instead of by her side, as you did at Levante and Barcelona before that, you’ve reached the point where you can compartmentalise your relationship fairly easily. It helps that the match is so intense - an early goal, a late goal, a red card, and plenty of drama between all that - that you completely forget you’re competing against your girlfriend for large parts of the game. There are only a couple of moments where you get caught off guard, accidentally making eye contact with Ona after forgetting she’s there, and getting distracted for the briefest moment by how fucking good she looks with her hair tied back in a braid and her shirt hanging open at the collar.

When the final whistle blows, you’re gutted about the result. You left everything out on the pitch and to lose it right at the end after going down to ten players and equalising from behind. But the overwhelming feeling is one of relief. You no longer have to pretend that Ona is just another opponent, no longer have to pretend that you’re not head over heels in love with her after ninety minutes of fighting against her.

After the team huddles are over and Ona finishes giving an interview for the television cameras, you find your way to each other, desperate to return to the normality of talking, of even being able to acknowledge each other. She’s clutching a Player of the Match trophy in her hand, and despite the on-pitch rivalry and your disappointment with the result, you can’t stop the pride that swells within you and you have to admit that she’s earned it.

“I hate derby day,” you say, as Ona’s arms wrap around you and you nuzzle your face into her neck.

“Last one,” she replies, referencing your imminent transfers.

Manchester has been your home with Ona for three years, and the Manchester derby, as much as you don’t like having to play against your girlfriend, has been a part of your relationship for those three years. You don’t know if you’ll be sad to see the back of this particular fixture when you return to Spain with Ona to play on the same team next season, but you’ll definitely be sad to say goodbye to this team and this city.

“Never again,” you tell her, as you pull out of the embrace. “Same team for life now. I might even let you put this up in our new apartment.”

You gesture at the trophy in her hand, and she grins back at you as she asks, “So that you never forget that Manchester is red?”

“Okay, you’re sleeping at Lucia’s tonight.”

“No,” Ona protests, her free hand snaking around your back and squeezing your waist. “One night apart was already too much.”

She blinks at you with pleading brown eyes, a dirty yet entirely successful tactic to win you over, though you can’t deny the absolute truth to her words.

“Derby day always makes you clingy,” you tease her.

“I hate playing against you. I hate beating you.”

“Shut up,” you wriggle free from the arm around your waist and give her a playful shove. “This is the first time you’ve beaten us in the league. And the last time you’ll beat me.”

“Can’t beat you again when we play for the same team,” Ona points out. “Maybe I should sign for Madrid…”

“No,” you’re quick to protest, forgetting your faux annoyance as it’s now your turn to pull Ona closer. “Same team from now on, we agreed.”

Ona presses her lips to your temple, then murmurs in a low voice, “And you said I was clingy.”

“Stop it!”

You’re certain that even though you won’t be playing on opposite teams from next season, you and Ona will continue to find other things than the colour of Manchester to bicker and tease each other about when you move to Barcelona.

[lxgentlefolkcomic]

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Dialogue transcripts:

Panel 1

Quincey: And I won't be hearin' no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Don't look at me like that, I ain't gonna slow you down on a train.

Panel 2

Jack: There's no use arguing with him once his mind's made up. Anyway, he's right—the two of you shouldn't go by yourselves.

Panel 3

Quincey: And I'm the best shot out of all of us. …Also, findin' a coach that'll take my chair can be a right pain sometimes.

Panel 4

Irene: Well, I suppose I can hardly say no to all that. We'll be glad to have you, Mr. Morris.

Panel 5

Caption: London

Irene: *inhale*

Panel 6

Sound effect: Knock knock

Panel 7

Sherlock Holmes: ...My. This is unexpected.

[wosowrites]

I Had To (Guro Reiten x Reader)

warnings: none

prompt: in which during your last training session before the world cup, the nerves get to you. But Guro is there

a/n: based off this request here. Also I never proof read so sorry guys

The last training session before the World Cup opener was the most chill one and the most stressful one all at once. It was your first ever world cup, having missed the last one with a torn ACL. You had never been so terrified. Your heart was pounding and your mind was full of what ifs.

"What if I tore it again?"

"What if I cost the girls the tournament?"

"What if-"

Your thought was cut off by Caroline coming up to you and placing her hand on your shoulder. You were all lined up with a coach placed to receive a ball to lay off to the player to take a shot but you had just froze. The ball at your feet, the coach looking at you with expecting eyes and all your teammates staring into your back.

Your head snapped towards Caroline and your breathing got heavy. "I’m sorry. I can’t do this," you said.

You left your ball where it was and rushed towards your bag which your picked up and walked out of the training facility with.

The entire Norwegian team and staff watched as you made your escape, and then they’re heads turned to Guro. "Go get her back," Ada said to the young winger.

Guro didn’t have to be begged. She broke into a run, trying to follow you even though you were now out of her sight. Eventually she found you in the parking lot. Training didn’t end for another twenty minutes so the bus wasn’t there yet. You were sitting on a bench, staring at a Mustang. "Y/n?" Guro said gently.

You head turned to look at her and your heart momentarily swelled with joy that she had come to find you. But it was quickly replaced with the pain and doubts once again. "What’s going on ganske," Guro said softly.

"It shouldn’t be me. I shouldn’t be here. Other girls deserve it just as much as I do. I- I should not be on this roster. What sets me apart? Nothing. I miss shots, I score goals, I make passes, I miss passes. Im average. I’m fucking average and I don’t get why I’m here," you rambled. "What makes me different then the girls who aren’t here today? Nothing. I mean-"

You really didn’t expect Guro to kiss you. You didn’t expect her lips to come crashing into yours, or her hand to make it’s away under your shirt and onto your lower back. It took you a while to react, but once you did, you dropped your bag to the floor and pushed your body onto hers. Your legs straddling her waist, you grinded your hips onto her, tugged at her ponytail and moaned into her mouth at the touch of her hands on your ass. But then it seemed like she snapped.

She gently pushed you off of her and looked stunned. "I had to do that. You deserve yk be here," she said quickly. And then she was rushing back to the training ground and you were left wanting more.

Norway vs New Zealand didn’t go well for you. You started, which shocked you but no one else. And although you took shots and tried your very best, New Zealand scored and there was nothing you could do about it. You were frustrated, tired and a little heartbroken. And yet your mind trailed back to that kiss the second the final whistle blew.

So, you signed a couple things, your gaze going back to Guro every second you weren't talking with a fan or being congratulated for your work by Kiwis. Every single time you got close to Guro she would cross the field, head towards Ingrid, Caroline or anyone else but you. Eventually, you got tired of her doing so so you snuck up on her as she was deep in conversation with Ali Riley. "Guro," you said, tapping her shoulder.

The winger quickly spun towards you, excusing herself from the Kiwi captain. "Talk to me," you said. "Here? Really?" she spat, saying it in a tone a little harsher than she had wanted.

You scowled at her, eyes hard and mad before grabbing her face and pressing your lips to hers. You were a little off to the side, close to the New Zealand bench and the eyes of both teams widened as fans started yelling loudly. The kiss was short enough to be appropriate but long enough to let Guro know you wanted her too. You didn't say much to the blue, only the words "I had to do this". You then turn your back to her and walk into the tunnel, your heart racing.

Part of you knew your actions on the field were slightly inappropriate but the adrenaline had you without a care in the world. You were the first in the changing room, quickly followed by Ingrid who started squealing and yelling in Norwegian. She asked a ton of questions and dint give you any time to answer, instead leaping from one interrogation to the other. Your head coach ignored you as he walked in, he was still mad about the game, and clearly partially mad at you, but that didnt matter because Guro had a smile on her face despite the loss. And if Guro was smiling then the world was good.

He then sent you off to the showers and you grabbed your sweatsuit to put on after. You corner Guro as she was about to enter her stall. "Are you mad?" you asked her with wide eyes, worried that maybe kissing her on the biggest stage of the world wasn't the best idea. "Would I be smiling like a dork if I was?" she teased and you blushed. "I wish you could join me," Guro added, nodding towards her shower. "At the hotel," you winked and then went into your stall.

[upscwithnikhil]

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[vampzity]

𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙈𝙮 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

Pairing: Idol! Jongho x f! reader

Genre: fluff, one shot, Valentine’s Day, pet names (babe, darling, princess, honey, my love), valentines series, mini idol au

Synopsis: It’s a romantic Valentine’s Day to spend with your beloved boyfriend, Jongho. He had the entire night planned for you. A nice candlelit dinner at an exclusive club. Little did you know what was in store for you on this fine night.

Now Playing: My Everything - Jongho (ATEEZ)

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: And we are finally coming to a close with the Valentine’s series! (even if it’s not February anymore) I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did. Sorry this took so long! I worked so much (ateez isn’t gonna pay itself) & had school. I can’t wait to share more with you guys :))

*not proofread*

Wooyoung's Pt. Masterlist Main Masterlist

Hearing a few honks coming from outside, you grab your keys and small purse. You walk over to the mirror swiftly, checking yourself out one more time.

He has such a way with fashion.

You thought, admiring the silky wine-red dress that your boyfriend picked out for you. Of course, he didn’t stop there as he also bought a pearl necklace to match the white heels he bought you. You were a completely different person, unlike the one you normally see in the mirror every day. It made you smile and even brought you a new sense of confidence.

You made your way out the door of your apartment and cursed at yourself for not bringing at least a jacket. Sure it was Valentine’s Day— meaning you could dress as hot as you wanted, but it was still February. Still very cold.

“Cold, Princess?”

You looked up, your eyes meeting with your boyfriend who adjusted his glasses softly. He gave you a soft smile and opened the car door, grabbing a large bag from the seat. He walked over to you and grabbed your hand, assisting you down each step until you came to eye level.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Darling.”

He held out the bag in front of you, insisting you open it right there. Big letters were written on the side, making your eyes widen a bit as you read them.

“Coach??!! Jongho, I can’t accept this.”

He shook his head and grabbed your hands, wrapping them on the straps of the bag so he could let go. He gestured once more for you to open it, smiling towards you.

“It’s yours. No ifs, ands, or buts. You know I love to spoil you.” he spoke softly.

You blushed softly and nodded your head. You opened the gift bag and moved the black wrapping paper to the side, making a small gasp as you realized what was enclosed. Pulling out a cream-colored trench coat, you immediately fell in love. It was lined with white faux fur along the ends of the sleeves, as well as the collarbone and down the opening. Jongho grabbed the jacket from you and helped you put it on, giving you a minute to process. It was warm and well-fitted. It complemented you well.

Jongho always knew the right things to get you, even when to get them. You weren’t sure of how, but you were always unbelievably grateful for it.

“You look lovely, y/n. As always.”

Your face flushed red as he opened the passenger door to the car, gesturing for you to take a seat. Jongho closed the door and made his way to the driver's side. He took a seat, fastened his seat belt, and began to drive while placing a hand on your thigh. You felt your face heat up from shyness as your heart beat out of your chest. He caressed it slightly as he drove through the streets of the city, humming a tune softly to himself.

“Are you ready for tonight, my love?”

Jongho glanced at you slightly before quickly darting his eyes back to the road. Turning your head toward him a bit, you nodded smiling, curious as to what he had in store for you. The plan was a high-class restaurant that Jongho regularly goes to with his members but this time around, he finally wanted to take you.

You felt an immense amount of joy swell within your heart over this. How the date barely even started and he’s already done so much for you, from the outfit to the wonderful gift. Now a high-class restaurant? How could you ask for more?

You softly wiped your face with a napkin, taking another sip from the glass of wine that sat by your plate on the table. Jongho held your other hand from across the table, smiling happily at the performers on stage.

The performance ended with the sound of various claps and cheers filling the room. It was a lovely evening, many people took the stage whether that was simply background music or entire performances as a whole. You could see why Jongho had enjoyed coming here. Why he felt one with the music and performers that went on. Everyone had to start somewhere right?

“Hey, I’m just gonna use the bathroom real quickly, if that’s okay.”

You looked over to Jongho, slowly getting up from the chair. He smiled and nodded pointing to where the bathroom was. You walked over to him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, surprising him. His face quickly flushed red as it was usually himself who pursued public displays of affection.

“Thank you for what this night has been so far. I appreciate it Jjong.” You squeezed his shoulder softly as he beamed up at you.

Making your way towards the bathroom, you couldn’t help but notice the people around as you passed through. You knew how high-class this restaurant would be, but you never expected it to be this high. Many of the people who sat at tables were dressed head to toe in name-brand fashions, all with the highest quality fabrics. It made you a bit nervous to think if you were underdressed.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you opened the bathroom door and walked over to the sink. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you reminded yourself of who had gotten you your outfit. Jongho would never go out of his way to embarrass you. He only picks the best of fashion for himself, why wouldn’t he do the same for you?

You shuffled through your purse to find your lip gloss and begin to touch up your lips in the mirror. A few girls entered the bathroom, discussing amongst themselves the kind of the night they’d had. They quietly lit up cigars in the corner of the bathroom as you finished touching up the remainder of the makeup needed.

As usual, you remained aware of your surroundings, being observant of the girls standing by you. They both were relatively tall, maybe 5’7 and 5’9. One girl wore a long and tight black velvet dress, a black feather boa surrounding her arms. She had a short blond bob that fell just to her shoulders. The taller girl wore a light blue silky dress, two slits coming up the sides of her legs. She had long black waves coming past her shoulders, with curtain bangs framing her face.

“There’s one performance left, right?”

You began to place your makeup back in your small purse, turning on the faucet to wash your hands.

“Ah, yes I believe so! I hear it’s a good one.. rumor has it, it’s the masked singer who’s been performing every weekend!”

Your ears perked up at this sentence, unsure of if Jongho had ever mentioned a ‘masked singer’ to you. It sparked your curiosity and even pushed you a bit to ask the women who they talked about. Why hasn’t Jongho mentioned this to you? It was just a normal performance, right? So what was so special about it?

“What do you think he’ll perform tonight? I mean, it’s Valentine’s Day. He would have to perform a romantic ballad right?”

You grabbed a paper towel to dry your hands as the girls continued to smoke in the corner. Walking over to the trash, you tossed the napkin in the bin and began to head towards the door. Of course, you didn’t want to intrude on their conversation, but most importantly, you didn’t want to reek of cigars.

The shorter girl shrugged in response, taking another hit from the cigarette, before turning to look at you. She noticed you getting ready to leave and called out for you, making you stop in your tracks.

“Hey, you! You came here with that guy right?”

You turned to them slowly and nodded your head, proceeding to twiddle with your fingers.

The girls smiled at you, making their way over to you. They looked at each other and tossed their cigarettes into the sink. The shorter of the two placed her hands on your shoulders, cocking her head at you.

“He comes here pretty often, you have a good guy! Doesn’t talk to anyone, especially girls, except his friends when he comes!”

She took a step back and admired you for a second before the taller girl began to speak. The taller girl rolled her eyes as she pushed her friend out of the way.

“Don’t take what she said the wrong way. Enjoy yourself, and enjoy your date. Anyone would be beyond lucky to have him and it happened to be you.”

The taller girl turned you around, pushing you towards the door.

“Now go!! You don’t want to keep him waiting, he’s probably wondering what’s taking you so long!”

Before getting a chance to say anything in response, you found yourself inside the restaurant once again. The lights were dimmed as people began to take their final seats and talk amongst themselves. Walking back to your table you heard small conversations of ‘the masked singer’ that you heard of previously. After that weird encounter with the girls, you too grew curious about who this 'masked singer' was. The more you hear about it, the more you hoped for the time to pass so that you could know. Not only that but as to why the women admired your boyfriend as closely as they did. Why they had admired the both of you tonight.

Was it just some weird coincidence that they happened to be in the same bathroom with you at the same time? That they just happened other recognize you just because you came with Jongho tonight?

Billions of thoughts clouded your head as you found your seat, only to find that Jongho was not there. You sat down and looked around, wondering if maybe he had stepped away for a bit, possibly using the bathroom too. However, he was nowhere to be found.

"Where did he go.?” You thought to yourself.

You grabbed your phone from your purse, sending him a quick text in hopes of a response. You didn’t like to be alone in a new environment for long.

You: “Jjong? Where did you go?”

You heard a small buzz coming from the table. Looking back at his seat, you saw his phone sitting by the glass of champagne, untouched. It lit up with a picture of both of you on the lock screen and of course, a text from you.

You sighed rolling your eyes as you put your phone down. Wherever Jongho was, you wished that he’d get here soon, as you didn’t want to be left alone. Especially in a place this big. You looked around one more time, feeling like a lost child in a supermarket as you hoped to see him approaching you from somewhere. Only to feel hopeless.

The restaurant grew silent as footsteps were heard walking onto the stage. A small light arose on the figure who stood on stage. He held onto the microphone that sat in the mic stand as he looked around the restaurant. Your eyes fixed on him; he wore a black and gold mask as if he were at a masquerade ball. His outfit was similar to Jongho’s, suit and tie with the white button down under the vest.

Your eyes widened at the realization. The outfit, the hair, the fact that he was not at all back to his seat.

That was Jongho.

A soft piano melody began to fill the entire restaurant as people tuned in towards the stage. It felt like a daydream hearing his soothing voice fill your ears. How silent the room was for him. How pleased your body felt to hear him. You knew Jongho could sing, but never like this. It was completely different. He hit every note so effortlessly, not even the slightest bit of strain within his voice.

The longer the song went on, you paid attention to every lyric. How well he pronounced them. However, it intrigued you. The more you paid attention to the lyrics, the more you began to realize that he was singing to you. It was only that clear, wasn’t it?

He locked eyes with you from across the room, smiling as he sang. You nodded in return, assuring him that you were listening not only to him but to every lyric that came out of his mouth. You held your face in your hands as you grew mesmerized by his singing. It was like you were being swooned by a siren. It seemed that Jongho was one. He lured you further in with his voice. Who wouldn’t react the same?

Your heart filled with love as you closed your eyes to take in the song. Slowing down what would be such a quick moment between you two. You knew Jongho loved you, dearly. He never failed to express that towards you. However, this time felt different. It felt like the first time.

The very first time he told you he loved you on that summer day. Where you both spent hours on the beach constantly pushing each other under the water. It’s a moment you constantly replayed in your head, only because it was so precious to you.

Jongho wasn’t one to normally express his feelings towards anyone, so it surprised you. And this? This greatly surprised you. For him to perform an entire song dedicated to sharing his feelings towards you, was surreal.

As the performance began to end, you shuffled through your purse, looking for tissues to pat your eyes dry. Rounds of applause surrounded you, as people whistled and even gave a standing ovation towards Jongho. It dawned on you knowing that this was something he did once every week. How the restaurant was always eager for his performances, why they talked amongst themselves about him.

“Tissue, my love?”

You raise your head slowly to see a small pack of tissues being held out in front of you. Jongho took out a piece of tissue and patted your eyes softly, careful not to ruin or smudge your makeup. You looked up at him as he smiled at you, feeling a sense of safety within him.

He took a seat in front of you and grabbed your hand, kissing it softly. Leaning in towards you, he locked eyes with you, leaving a small amount of space between you two. Your eyes widened at how closely he came to you. He tilted his head softly before opening his mouth to speak.

“Well? What did of think of my performance?” he asked.

Awaiting your answer, your face heated up from how closely he sat in front of you. Your eyes continuously darted away from his strong gaze, but you nodded quickly, as you didn’t want him to take it as you avoiding his question entirely.

"Good, you deserve it. Remember that for me okay, princess?"

You smiled and nodded softly, looking away from him.

He placed his hand under your chin, cupping it. Moving your face to meet his, he leaned in a bit which caused you to do the same. You two shared a passionate but short kiss, leaving Jongho to place small kisses on your cheek and forehead right after.

Getting up from the chair, he grabbed your things and held a hand out for you to take, signaling that it was time to leave. You put back on your jacket and grabbed his hand, making your way out of the restaurant and back to the car. Jongho held the door open for you as you got in, placing your purse on your lap. He walked around the car and came over to the driver’s side to take a seat. Closing the door, he fastened his seatbelt and started the car while putting a hand on your thigh.

“I love you.”

You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. He remained facing forward with a small smirk appearing on his face. Your face flushed red as you placed your hand over his, giving it a small squeeze. He turned to face you, his smirk now turning into a gushy smile.

“I mean it, y/n. I really do love you, with everything in me.”

You brought your hand up to his face and caressed it softly with your thumb. You titled your head at him as he rested his in your hand.

“I love you too Jjongie. Thank you for everything today. It means so much.”

You paused and placed a soft kiss against his forehead, going back to holding his hand on your lap. He sighed in relief and glanced at your features once more before preparing to start driving.

“You’re my everything,” he spoke, squeezing your hand subtly.

divider creds: @cafekitsune

A/N: i’m SOOOO sorry for how long it took to upload this! It was a very stressful 3 weeks to say the least 😭. But we’re finally done! I hope you guys enjoyed. I will be working on more content soon❤️ leave requests if you when any!

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[maochira]

Masterlist: Father figure coaches

This is a series of headcanons and scenarios about Noel Noa, Chris Prince, Lavinho and Marc Snuffy taking a father figure role in the reader's life.

The headcanons can technically be puzzled into a story, but it's mainly just "what ifs" and "how would a scenario like this go", so I'm not intending this to be a complete story. Also there are a few inconsistencies, but I will always base every scenario/headcanon off of the first set I wrote for this. It's some sort of base for the entire thing.

Also, some posts might need context of one or two other posts, which will always be linked at the beginning of the said post.

Snuffy was only added after chapter 216, so he's not in everything and most just include Noa, Chris and Lavinho (feel free to request a Snuffy version of something, tho!)

How they became your father figure / Snuffy version

Giving you "the talk"

You crush on/date a Blue Lock player

You return after staying too late in your Blue Lock boyfriend's room

They find out you date Michael Kaiser

Meeting your bio father / Snuffy version

They find out you date Shidou

How they encourage you in for your matches

How they act towards your partner

You make lunch for them

You let boyfriend!Shidou stay overnight

Idk what to call this one

You get injured during a match

Their reactions to you wanting to quit soccer

Love languages

You pass out during a match

Graphic design student!reader with a passion for art

You go through heartbreak

Doing Lavinho's hair

Reader who likes bone hunting

Teaching each other your native languages

You have a cold personality, but a player in Blue Lock makes you more cheerful

They comfort you over your needle phobia

You distance yourself after a fight

You don't want to be a striker anymore

You have a very energetic personality

Hugging them on a rough day

You struggle with nosebleeds

Telling them everyone thinks you're annoying

You're burnt out from soccer

How Lavinho feels about you

You come out as trans

Father figure!Snuffy and the five love languages

They make your bio father jealous

You meet their team in Blue Lock

They accidentally walk in on transmasc!reader wearing a binder

Distant!reader asks for a hug

Male!reader comes out as gay

Trans!reader gets imposter syndrom in Blue Lock

[allsouls-emma]

Hi! I saw that you were making fanfics about Leon Marchand. Maybe you can make one where the reader is a very anxious person and he comforts her before her olympic competion (you can choose any sport you want). And she end up winning and After gotten her medal, she just hug him ? (Sorry if i made any mistakes, english is not my first language) I don't have any oc but can you make the reader be in the estonian team ! Thanks you and i hope you have a great day/night !

✧✧✧ ─ Calm Before the Storm

Léon Marchand X Female!Reader

Hello my dearie, I hope you're well. I have chosen gymnastics if that's alright, I liked going for the super Fluff. Enjoy Mwah!

Warnings: Fluff, No knowledge of Olympic Village going ons, Friendship, I have NO Gymnastics knowledge, Mature themes.

The familiar hum of the arena buzzed around you, the sound of spectators, coaches, and the occasional outburst of applause echoing through the corridors. The rhythmic beats of your heart were louder, though, pounding in your ears as you sat on a bench in the warm-up area. Your hands trembled as you tried to take deep breaths, your mind racing with the what-ifs and the weight of the moment. The Olympic Games—your Olympic Games—were at their peak, and you were minutes away from the most important performance of your life.

Representing Estonia was a dream come true, but the pressure was crushing. You’d trained your entire life for this, yet now, with everything on the line, the anxiety was threatening to consume you.

“Hey,” a familiar voice cut through the fog of your thoughts.

You looked up to see Léon Marchand standing there, his swim cap still in hand, a gold medal already draped around his neck from his event earlier that day. He smiled, that easy, reassuring grin that you’d come to rely on during these stressful days in the Olympic Village.

“Léon,” you managed to say, though your voice wavered.

He sat down beside you, close but not too close, giving you the space you needed. “You looked like you could use a friend right about now.”

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I just... I can’t seem to calm down. What if I mess up? What if...”

“Hey, hey, slow down,” Léon interrupted softly, placing a hand on your knee. “Take a deep breath with me.”

You tried to follow his lead, inhaling deeply, though your breath hitched halfway. He noticed and smiled softly, waiting until you tried again. This time, it was a little easier.

“Look,” he said, his tone steady, “I know how you’re feeling. Maybe not the exact same way, but I’ve been there. Everyone here has. This is the Olympics. It’s supposed to be overwhelming, but it’s also supposed to be the moment you’ve been dreaming about. You’re ready for this. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

His words were a balm, slowly easing the tension that had wound itself tight around your chest. You focused on his calm demeanor, the way he spoke as if this were just another day, another competition, not the pinnacle of your career.

“Remember when we talked about why you love gymnastics?” he continued, his voice gentle. “You told me it’s about the feeling of flying, of losing yourself in the movement. It’s about the freedom. Don’t let the pressure take that away from you. This is your moment to do what you love.”

You nodded, the knot in your stomach beginning to loosen. “But what if I fail?”

“And what if you don’t?” he countered. “What if this is the best performance of your life? Either way, you’re going out there and giving it everything. That’s all you can do. And no matter what happens, you’ve already made your country proud. You’ve made me proud.”

His words sank in, anchoring you to the moment. You took another deep breath, steadier this time, and felt the panic recede, leaving determination in its place.

“I guess you’re right,” you said, offering a small smile.

“I’m always right,” Léon teased, earning a soft laugh from you. “Now go out there and show them what you’ve got. I’ll be watching.”

With one last reassuring squeeze of your knee, he stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You took it, feeling a renewed sense of confidence as you rose to your feet.

As you walked towards the arena, the noise of the crowd grew louder, but instead of being overwhelming, it now felt like a distant hum, something separate from the clarity in your mind. You turned back to Léon, who gave you a thumbs-up and a wink before disappearing into the sea of athletes and coaches.

The competition itself felt like a blur, each movement ingrained in muscle memory, each routine executed with a precision you hadn’t felt in years. When you finished, the crowd erupted in applause, but it wasn’t until you saw your scores flash on the screen—scores high enough to secure a medal—that it truly hit you.

You’d done it.

Later, standing on the podium with a medal around your neck, the national anthem of Estonia playing in the background, you searched the crowd. When you found Léon, he was grinning, pride shining in his eyes.

As soon as the ceremony ended, you bolted off the podium and straight into his arms. He caught you easily, laughing as you buried your face in his chest, the reality of what you’d just accomplished sinking in.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“For what?” he asked, pulling back slightly to look at you.

“For believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

Léon smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Always.”

And in that moment, you knew that no matter where your career took you next, you’d never face it alone.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hi everyone,

I found a helpful article from ADDitude talking about ways to stop catastrophizing.

This excerpt is going to be somewhat long, so I apologize in advance:

3 Ways to Stop Catastrophizing:

To shift toxic worry into something productive, you need to first recognize that you are catastrophizing. This happens when your brain’s amygdala (the fight, flight or freeze) organ in the limbic system-the emotional region) figuratively takes over your thinking brain (your prefrontal cortex) by activating adrenaline and cortisol. Your entire being is focused on obtaining safety and feeling secure. Basically, the part of you that runs from tigers and steps aside from racing cars begins controlling all your responses.

1. Dismantle the “What-Ifs”

To regain control, turn down the volume on your catastrophic thinking by remembering past successes, tools, interventions, and statements you’ve used to overcome perceived dangers. When I’m in a “what-if” spiral, I shift my thinking to “What could go right?”

Follow your “what-ifs” to the end of the line. Ask yourself, “What if this happened? And then what? And what if that happened? And then what?” Keep going until there’s some resolution. Can you live with that resolution?

Try to consider best-case outcomes in addition to worst-case scenarios. What might happen that could be positive? Can I predict any happiness instead of pain?

2. Set Up a Buddy System

Toxic worry intensifies in isolation. So, set up a buddy system with someone you trust who can offer a different perspective. Who could you call or text if you’re in a poisonous worry spiral? Do you have a therapist, coach, or counselor? Whether you are concerned about perfectionism, personal relationships, or sociopolitical injustices, who could be your ally in these dark moments?

3. Create a Plan

Come up with a plan for escaping your next spiral. Make a list of self-soothing actions to take when worry rears its ugly head. Post it somewhere accessible, like on your phone or sticky notes at home. Your plan can include settle-me-down phrases such as “I’m afraid, and I know how to be brave” or “Things work out, keep breathing.” It can also contain a list of activities to slow your reactivity, such as drinking a glass of water, walking outside, cuddling a pet, getting a hug, etc. Here are some more ideas:

Exercise. Daily exercise pumps up your endorphins, which bathe your brain with good feelings. When I wake up feeling “ugh,” a run or bike ride gets me out of my negative headspace.

Create a playlist. Categorize songs into different playlists on your phone, label them “angry songs,” “sad songs,” “happy songs,” “how-to-stop-worrying songs,” etc.

Practice mindfulness to interrupt the pattern of negative thinking. Meditate. Do yoga. Listen to the birds. Drink a cup of tea. Do a crossword puzzle. Play Wordle.

Try triangle breathing. Breathe in for four counts, hold for four counts, and exhale slowly for six counts. Do several rounds of this.

As always, the full article will be linked below if anyone wants to read more. I hope many of you found this helpful.

ADHD

Catastrophizing

[skzftw]

Levi's Jeans and Boxershorts

🔞🔞🔞Warning: one-sided thirst, sexual embarrassment, bad Felix, bully on the bed, sex partners, reader x felix

Word count: 1039

Part 2

Oh, today is a hot day. You are alone in the house watching old recorded football videos. You have been registering for a part-time job lately but doubt that you will get any. The place that you sit in is so hot you could faint.

Then a ringtone wakes you up. Felix calls you.

"Oh no" you murmur. "Hello?"

"Hey, are you coming tonight? Or better, this afternoon?" Felix asks all of these questions with a chill voice.

He has been your plus one partner ever since last summer. It means it is almost a year anniversary. Nevertheless you have feelings for him but that he always rejected. Both know that you are the only one in an one-sided love.

"O-ok..." The call ends like this.

You sigh as you throw your bag and everything before closing the bag without knowing what thin clothes you throw in.

"It's going to be a long night."

Your bag is folded over one of your shoulder as you go to grab a subway to Myeongdong. Where Felix lives is minimalistic and manly. Everytime you are inside it smells like nothing. People in the subway look at you jugdgementally because you have not changed your thin grey home-stay clothes. You flush and try to hide the clothes.

Ten to twenty minutes later you come to his house as you need to knock or ring the bell first. You do both. Right after, the door clinch open as you see a blonde haired Felix smiling at you. You cannot hide the attraction towards him.

"Hi. So let's watch Netflix," he suggested straightforwardly and stroke your naked arms a little bit.

"How about fast and furious?" You ask loudly. Not because of confidence.

Felix already jumps on the couch and grabs his self-made popcorn to himself. "I dunno."

You go into the bedroom that smells like herbal relaxation of a grannie just to put down the bag. You stumble to the couch to sit beside Felix. He immediately pulls you over and search something on Netflix. The curtain is still open.

"Uhm, don't we want to close the curtain?" You ask and almost go away from his embrace.

"Nah."

You look at him to confirm that he is serious. Then you glide down to match his hug.

Felix is just quiet and eats popcorn. That without sharing any with you. "Fast and Furious sounds good, let's watch it."

"Ok," you whisper.

30 minute into the movie and you are about to faint. The sound of cars are making you nervous.

"I want you to drive cars like this, Felix," you flirt with him.

Felix immediately stops eating popcorn just to laugh at your remark. "What ifs..."

He does not reply to the sentence of yours and pushes popcorn into your mouth. His fingers were long they almost hit inside your mouth. You try hard to bite back into his skin.

"Ouch!" He groans.

The sound from the television that you both watch growls still. You get so thirsty over Felix so that your hand goes to his pants.

"Let me guess," Felix starts and left you shook ", a popcorn fell down."

"No, popcorn is with you," you answer as Felix watches your hand glides over his pants. "We have a bigger problem, though."

"Where?"

You clip his pants open without getting any remarks and now your hand glides over his boxer shorts. Felix laughs at you.

It smells like a man when you drop down to his penis as it grows bigger under your nose. You hate that he leave you in a second-hand embarrassment.

Tongue on his clothed genitals, you ask for allowance by pushing it. He leaves only a slight 'mmh' and even brushes your hair so hard it becomes strains.

With both of your hands you help him to throw away his Levi's jeans and boxershorts.

"It's so big," you said to him.

"Not so big as your brain."

You do a blow job on him and he groans alone on the coach. His both hands stuck on your shoulders and it clips very hardly. You can barely escape.

"That's enough," he insults your action.

Felix turns off the television and gets stuck into your blowjob. "Ouch!"

You stop your action and strip off your t-shirt. "I'm sorry."

Felix gets back to the couch and pulls you in between. He then kisses you until you open your mouth.

"That hurts" he remarks with trying to act angry.

"I said I'm sorry--"

He kisses you back and clicks your bras open. "There is no apology for this," he whispers during kissing.

You curse 'shit' as his penis is still revealed after you have opened his pants.

Felix grinds into you so you have no escape. Your heart pounds hard because you have a crush on him. Your eyes fall into his sculpted nose and all. He grinds his pants into you to ask for permission. You nod to it.

"Super" Felix agrees and lift you up as your scream to the bedroom. He throws you on the bed while the light was dimmed.

He strips you naked first then he throw away his shirt to show his abs. You flush because you are the only one naked on the bed. Felix grabs a condom to protect you both.

"Thank you," you moan.

Felix does not undress his Levi's as he fingers your pussy. Then he suddenly stops. "Oh sorry, I have not washed my hands."

"I-it's okay"

"I know, idiot."

He finishes to finger you and grab his genital to glide it in. He pounds hard into your pussy. It has been 5 minutes as he is pounding. You cannot witness it as you almost faint at his attraction.

"It's good?" Your plus one partner asks.

"Yes," You are about to cum but Felix rejects all communication canal.

"I love you," Felix moans into the sex.

"I love you too," you answer without any energy.

You both cum together quietly. Felix finally takes off his pants as it had been hurting you during the sex.

He falls beside you on the bed and kisses your cheek.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Happy 1 year anniversary, sex partner," he ends with a tease.

A/N: Let me know if you want more.

Part 2