#it's embarrassing that I got the most basic number wrong

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Candy Girl 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

After a quick flight, both thankful to Thor and embarrassed that he witnessed his son’s behaviour, you don’t know if you ever want to go back. As much as you love Magni, you’re not sure if it’s worth it. He never seems to want to do anything but play video games or sex. The latter remains a touchy subject for both of you. 

You’ll let Magni cool off, and yourself. 

This isn’t the end. You would know if it was. You send him your usual texts. Good mornings, good nights, and check in when you can. His lack of response isn’t unusual. He’s probably playing around with his bike again. You wonder if he’s figured out how to put it back together yet. 

The days pass in a blur. You have work to keep you busy. With summer in full swing, you have more than enough driving around to do. 

Between deliveries, your mind wanders. You’ll have to talk to him face-to-face, get this sorted out. You're not mad at him. It was a bad morning and a strange night. You can move past it. Right? 

You grab the next order and check the address as you get in your front seat. Huh, it’s in Magni’s neighbourhood. Maybe you can swing by and surprise him. 

You turn the engine and blast your stereo. Rihanna pumps from the speakers, a bit scratchy, but still a bop. You hunch over the wheel as you follow the rush hour traffic, tapping the breaks as you crawl along. Finally, you get to a turn off and dip down some side streets.  

You turn down the A/C as the car begins to shake. You don’t use the air much, your old beater doesn’t much like any extra stress. You turn down the volume and give an anxious look to the venting in the hood. That’s not smoke, you’re just imagining things. 

Before the job, you couldn’t tell left from right but now the whole city is imprinted in the back of your head. You know which orders to make quickly and ones where you can leave the car unlocked while you run up to the door. Magni’s is the latter. 

You roll down the avenue lazily and come up before a big white house, squinting at the number on the front door. You get out and stretch, just a few more hours. You grab the insulated bag and the paper bag with the cans of soda. You bounce up the front steps and balance it all as you ring the bell. 

You wait, glancing around at the lush greenery. It’s kind of lame to dream of living in a place like this. Basic, your friends tease, but you just want to know what it’s like. Maybe it’s just as bad as what you have, just painted up nice. 

You can’t really complain. You have a roof and food and job. Could be a lot worse. 

The door opens and jolts you from your internal turmoil. You blink and step back, once more looking around. You know for sure you didn’t go to the wrong house. Thor’s house isn’t even the same colour. So what is he doing there? 

“Ah, little one, I was hoping it would be you,” he booms. 

“Huh?” You make a dumb face. 

“I thought it’d be a fun surprise,” he grins, “my friend’s,” he points up then reaches into his back pocket, “they suggested pizza and I told them I knew just the place.” 

“Oh, wow, thanks,” you smile and unzip the bag. 

“Hmm,” he hums as he counts out bills, “funny, they got a little thing like you carrying around all that.” 

“Mr. Odinson,” you chirp, “I’m not that small.” 

“Suppose most people are too me,” he grins and holds out the money, “keep the change.” 

You accept the bills with the pizza against your hip and the paper bag on top. You blink dumbly at the folded bills. He can’t be serious. 

“Mr. Odinson.” 

“Thor,” he purrs. 

“Thor, er, I think you miscounted.” 

“I didn’t, I have generous friends,” he shrugs, “we put in together. Now,” he reaches to take the paper bag, “allow me to relieve your burden.” 

You gulp and tuck away the money. You finish unzipping the bag and slide out the pizzas. It’s awkward as the boxes are so big. He gets closer to help and you slide them right into his hand. As you finish unsheathing them, he steps back. 

“How about you have a slice before you go?” He offers, “you have much to go?” 

“Halfway through,” you fold the empty bag against your stomach, “that’s real nice, but they time us.” 

“Oh, too bad,” he nods, “well, I suppose I’ll see you... haven’t lately. Not that I can blame you.” 

“Oh, uh, I’ve been real busy,” you say, not a complete lie. Still, you have been avoiding it. 

“Yes, you work hard. Wish I could say the same of Magni.” 

“Sorry,” you frown. 

“Sorry? For him? He’s not your responsibility. Only myself to blame, I am his father,” he sighs, “anyhow, don’t let me keep you.” 

“Thanks again,” you try to brighten up. “I’m... I’m going to talk to Magni tomorrow. It's my day off.” 

“Ah, yes, well, I hope it isn’t a waste of time,” he resigns and gives a wave. 

He stays at the door as you turn away, his words ominous as they leave an unsettling flutter in your chest. You hop down the steps and open the back door of your car. You toss the empty bag inside and close it, getting in the front.  

You shove the key in the ignition and twist. The engine rumbles but doesn’t flip. You huff and try again, leaning your weight into the effort. As the motor kick, you look up to find Thor still watching you from the porch. 

The engine turns and you sigh in relief. As you go to shift into reverse, there’s a pop, then a bag, and several more noises. The exhaust puffs one last time and the engine dies. No! No! Not now baby. We made it so far. 

You get out as black smoke plumes around the edges of the hood and you hear a shuffle from the porch. Shoot, shoot, shoot. Thor puts the pizza down on the bench and hurries down to you. As if you haven’t embarrassed yourself enough in front of him. 

“You alright?” He asks. 

“Yeah, fine,” you pout, “I’m not worried about me.” 

“Hm, may I?” He gestures to the hood. You shrug. 

He pops it open and moves the stick to prop it up. He waves away the smoke and squints through it. You cross your arms and stand back. You wouldn’t know where to begin. 

“Hmm, lucky it wasn’t a full blown fire. Fuel lines are rotten,” he says and moves out of the path of the smoke. “One finally burst.” 

“Oh,” you mope, “no...” 

“Sorry, little one, it’ll need a professional.” 

“Uh, at least... I guess the tip will help with that,” you sniff, “but... I gotta work. What am I gonna tell Karl?” 

“Karl?” He echoes curiously. 

“My manager,” you utter, “and my parents...” You look at him, “sorry, this isn’t your problem.” 

“I would gladly take it on,” he assures you, “why don’t you call Karl, tell him you’re having some difficulties, you can’t finish your shift.” 

“Urgh,” you frame your forehead in frustration, “but...” 

“I know someone who can look at the car. I’ll give him a call.” 

“Oh gee,” you huff and turn your head up, dropping your hands. “This isn’t happening.” 

“Don’t worry, little one, I will take care of it. Please, it’ll be alright.” 

You look at him again. It isn’t his responsibility and you shouldn’t let him but you don’t have much of a choice. What else are you going to do? Borrow Magni’s broken motorcycle? 

“Right, I’ll... I’ll call my boss.” 

“Please, I don’t like to see you upset,” he says, “call him then have some pizza and I’ll take you to mine. You can make up with Magni, eh? At least that’s something.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Odinson,” you give a bittersweet smile, “really, you don’t have to do all that.” 

“Ah, but why wouldn’t I?” He winks and turns away, “Bucky!” 

He stomps up the steps and pulls open the door, the pizza forgotten on the bench. He calls the same name again and you take out your phone. At least Karl is a nice guy. He’ll let you make it up once you get your car running again. 

[ponysongbracket]

Brony Song Tournament: Results of Round 3

(Warning: long post. Many stats)

The three biggest landslides were The Moon Rises, Lullaby for a Princess, and Discord (remix). Winning by 84.3%, 83.7%, and 81.1% respectively (not counting votes for Show Results)

These are the top 3 seeded songs in the bracket, in that exact order, so this is the expected result. This round's biggest landslide would have been number 2 in Round 2, which was already closer than round 1

Speaking of close matches, the three closest matches were:

Mad This Time vs Picture Perfect Pony (52.1% or 6 votes)

Magic vs How AJ Won the War (51.3% or 4 votes)

and G**** Bard vs Beyond Her Garden (50.6% or 2 votes)

These three were about as close as the top three in Round 2

8/16 matches were upsets, the first of which was G**** Bard

Below is how many songs by (or featuring) each artist were in the bracket in round 3, followed by how many of those made it into round 4.

Friendship is Witchcraft | 7 | 1 Wooden Toaster | 4 | 3 The Living Tombstone | 3 | 3 Odyssey Eurobeat | 3 | 2 Vylet Pony | 3 | 1 Ponyphonic | 2 | 2 All Levels at Once | 2 | 1 4everfreebrony | 2 | 0 PrinceWhateverer | 1 | 1 Mic the Microphone | 1 | 1 Awkward Marina | 1 | 1 EileMonty | 1 | 0 Mandopony | 1 | 0

Kind of crazy that FiW entered this round with the most songs, and left it barely hanging on to one.

And now how many songs focus on each character, in Round 3 and how many go into Round 4

Luna | 6 | 4 Pinkie Pie | 3 | 1 Twilight | 3 | 0 Discord | 2 | 2 Fluttershy | 2 | 2 Trixie | 2 | 2 Sweetie Bot | 2 | 1 Celestia | 2 | 1 Octavia | 1 | 0 Applejack | 1 | 0 Derpy/Muffins | 1 | 0

Brony Polka songs once again did well. 16 BP songs entered round 3. 4 went against other Brony Polka songs and lost, and two (Picture Perfect Pony and Great to be Different) lost to non BP songs in very close races. Brony Polka songs now make up nearly 2/3 of the bracket, 10 out of 16

I had added 27 songs to Shunks' list. 6 made it to round 3. Of these 6, 2 (Enemy Undefined and Brony Polka) made it to round 4.

Of the 3 songs made up of clips from the show in round 3, 2 made it to round 3

Round 4 starts tomorrow!

[ravenslvt]

☆ choso kamo x f!reader ☆

cw: smut! college au! virgin choso! kinda pervy choso! unprotected sex! mutual pining!

masterlist

busy thinking about your college classmate choso who has the biggest crush on you.

the pretty girl who sits next to him in his math lecture.

when you spoke to him for the first time asking for the notes from your class, he practically scrambled to get out his notebook for you to copy off of.

and when you asked for his number with a sweet smile on your pretty face (for homework! of course!) he got so nervous, going over the number over and over in his head praying he didn’t accidentally hit the wrong digit.

his breath hitches when his phone lights up a day or two later.

‘hey!! i’m so behind in math, wondering if you’d like to help me study later :)’

he blinked a couple times, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks or if you meant to text someone else. but all his worries dispersed when another text comes through.

‘this is choso, right?’

he has no idea how he ended up in your dorm room, sitting on your cute little bed with open textbooks surrounding you two.

you sigh, leaning your back against the headboard while stretching out your arms.

you were sure your brain was fried from all this mind numbing work.

“this is boring, why don’t we do something else.” your gaze falls on the dark haired boy in front of you, his eyes meeting your own. he gulped, an eyebrow quirked.

“like what?” he asks, sitting up.

you only just met him two months ago, so you didn't know a lot about the man.

you think for a second, lips pursing together as you drum your fingers along your thigh.

“you ever kiss a girl before, choso?” you ask, head tilting to the side as you watch for his reaction.

his eyes widen at your question.

“i-“ he opens his mouth to speak, nervous under your gaze.

you patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“choso?” you softly ask. he didn’t even notice the way you were sitting closer to him, your thighs brushing against eachother.

he finally looks up at you, pink dusting on his cheeks.

“i-no, i haven’t.” he sheepishly admits, emberassed you would make fun of him or even kick him out of your room.

but instead you give him a shocked look.

“really? but you’re- i mean you’re hot.” you honestly say, making him chuckle. the anxiety built up in his body instantly relieving.

he knew he wasn’t ugly by any means, but your forwardness made his heart flutter. you always made him so nervous.

sure, he was pretty inexperienced, but he wasn’t innocent by any means. he’s watched a fair amount of porn, especially in his single dorm room at night.

he just spent most of his life watching over and taking care of his younger brothers. he was never really interested in finding a girlfriend. that was until he saw you on the first day of classes.

but the way you sat next to him on that first day, introducing yourself with a cute smile. you never left his mind since.

“could i- shit, can i-“ he stutters.

you giggle at his sudden shyness.

“you wanna kiss me, cho?” he shudders when you lean up by his ear to basically whisper to him.

“fuck, yes. so badly” all his shame flies out the window when your pretty little hand rests on his thigh.

his breath hitches when you crawl atop his lap, straddling him. fuck he was hoping you couldn’t feel how he instantly got hard from it.

you start slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. gently cupping his cheek with your hand, you lean in, slowly brushing your lips against his, testing the waters.

one of his hands go to tangle themself in your hair, while his other held your waist gently. practically forcing you closer to him.

your lips move together, slowly at first, but eventually getting more and more aggressive. almost needy.

when you give his mouth an experimental lick, his tongue fighting with yours, you unconsciously roll your hips into him, making him moan into the kiss.

you pulled back, embarrassed you could barely control yourself from a make out session.

“s-sorry.”

fuck you were cute when you’re flustered.

“don’t be sorry. it’s hot.” he smiles, holding you by the back of your neck to bring you back into another kiss. your hands rest on his chest.

with all the baggy clothes he wears, it's hard to tell what a good body he has.

his hands move to your hips, grinding you against his clothed cock.

you whine when your clothed clit rubs against him just right.

“please, can i taste you. wanna eat you out.” he begs, kissing down your jaw down to your neck.

“are you sure? you really don’t have to.” you say, his kisses never ceasing.

“been dreaming of eating your pussy, baby.” he murmurs against your neck, biting down in a few spots. he reluctantly pulls back, letting you lie comfortably against your pillow.

your heart races as you peel your bottoms off, leaving you in your cute little panties. he crawls between your thighs, groaning at the sight.

“did you know this was gonna happen?” he smirks at the sight of your lacy panties. you smile. of course you did

“lucky guess.” you shrug.

he smirks, eyes drawn to your damp panties. he experiments with a lick over the wet patch, eliciting a small gasp from you.

“don’t tease” you pout down at him, making him chuckle. he pulls your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt.

a wave of nervousness washes over you when he just stares in awe. you thought maybe he was gonna back out.

“even prettier than i imagined” he sighs, immediately delving in, making your gasp turn into a soft moan.

your mind wanders for a moment at the thought of him imagining this before. your hands finding themselves reaching under your shirt to play with your tits as he goes down on you.

he tries his hardest to do to you what he’s seen in porn. goes from flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit, to sucking on it which made your thighs tighten around his head.

he knew he found your most sensitive spot when his tongue flicked over a certain area, making you buck your hips up into him.

your hands move to grip in his messy dark hair, unconsciously tugging as he eats you out like a mad man.

you can’t see the way he slowly grinds his hips into the mattress, his cock straining almost painfully through his sweatpants.

your mind is in a frenzy, body squirming trying to escape how good it felt, but also rutting your hips up into his mouth because you really didn’t want him to stop.

not that he even would, he's in heaven right now. eating the pussy of the girl he’s jerked off too at least several times at this point.

his hands grip at the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he prods his tongue into your tight hole, nose brushing against your clit. you moan, tugging at his hair for more and he groans at the harsh tug. he fucking loves it.

you were sure you were so close as he fucks you with his tongue. toes curling so hard you're scared you’re gonna get a cramp.

“choso, please don’t stop” you beg, grinding up into his unrelenting mouth.

he just hums into your cunt in acknowledgement, his movements never stopping as you coat his tongue.

your heels dig into his back, hands tugging at his dark locs, the vibration of his groan making you moan out his name as you cum on his mouth.

you were sure he was lying about being inexperienced with how hard he made you cum. but the way he stared at you like you were a fucking goddess made you think otherwise.

you whine when you realize he still hasn’t stopped lapping at your sensitive pussy. your hips jolt up in overstimulation, making him come back to earth and pulling away.

“sorry” he pants, wiping off his lower face with the sleeve of his hoodie, licking his lips.

“don’t be sorry” you giggle, pulling him up so he’s hovering over you, strong arms on either side of your head. kissing you again. your essence surrounding his tongue.

he grinds his clothed erection into you, making you feel a little bad for neglecting him.

you reach your hand down to graze over him, making him groan and buck into you.

you pat his arm, signalling for him to switch places with you. he nods, sitting against the headboard.

you crawl into his lap, straddling him so you’re face to face. you smile, admiring how pretty he is.

“off?” you ask, tugging at his nice oversized hoodie. he nods, you lean back to let him pull it off of his frame, throwing the hoodie somewhere on your floor.

you made a mental note to defiantly steal that later.

it is so fucked up this man hides this monster of a body behind all those baggy clothes.

you can’t help but stare at his defined chest, running a hand down his stomach and to his hard cock. he moans when you rub him over the fabric of his pants, the heat of your hand making him go lightheaded.

your thumbs hook in his waistband, tugging down his hips, he helps you, bringing them down to his ankles.

you watch the way his thick, pale cock sits so pretty standing up against his stomach, the tip raging and pink from all the teasing.

you reach down to run your thumb over his slit, making him shiver. you felt bad teasing, but his reactions were so adorable.

you kiss and suck marks down his neck, down to his defined chest that you just wanted to bite.

his eyes go down to your throbbing pussy, his thumb innocently pulls apart your folds, rubbing at your clit generously. you mewl against him, hand gripping tighter against his cock.

if just your hand felt this good, he was imagining how amazing your cunt is gonna feel.

he was embarrassingly close, but he didn’t wanna cum like this.

“please” he pants, pushing your hand away. you lean in to kiss his cheek.

“hmm?” you look at him, curiously.

“wanna fuck you so bad, pretty. please let me fuck you, you’re so perfect i-“ he begs. you shut him up with a heated kiss, tongues clashing together as you give him mercy.

you set your knees on either side of his thighs, hovering over his cock.

“tell me if you wanna stop, ok?” you sweetly smile at him.

‘doubt it’ he thought. but he nods, promising.

you line him up with your entrance, very slowly sinking down on him, your face scrunches up a bit from the stretch of his sheer size.

you sigh when you’re finally seated on his pulsing cock, his hands gripping hard at your waist. his head against your shoulder in concentration of not cumming on the spot.

on instinct he bucks up into your heat, making you groan and squeeze around him, hips rolling.

“f-fuck, don’t do that or i’m gonna cum” he moans, hands holding you in place so you don’t squirm.

you giggle, kissing his cheek down his jaw, letting him collect himself.

after a few moments he does an experimental roll upwards, making you softly gasp. he keeps doing this. wanting more friction, you start bouncing yourself up and down his cock.

"s'big" you whine.

he moans, hands groping at your ass to help you ride him. he looks up at you, tits bouncing through your thin little top.

“so pretty” he lifts up the bottom of your shirt to uncover your tits, taking one into his mouth. you whine, leaning into him to feel him closer.

he nibbles and sucks on your tits, pulling off to stare at your fucked out face. you stare down at him, eyes half lidded and mouth slightly open.

“kiss” you mumble to him.

he leans in, giving you a messy kiss as you fuck each other with a need for more. the way his dick fit deliciously inside of your snug pussy, almost sucking him in completely.

your hands tangle in the back of his hair, tugging and making his hips sputter. you try to do it again, but he removes your hands and puts them back on his shoulders.

"next time, g-god, m'gonna fuck you for hours, baby. promise." he pants, sucking dark red purplish marks into your poor neck.

you moan at the idea of a next time. maybe he'd take you out first on a cute date, make sweet dinner or lunch plans for you two.

or maybe he'd just take you to his dorm room and fuck you into his desk like he's been dreaming of for months. marking you up so everyone can see your matching hickies in lecture, knowing how pussy whipped you have him.

either way works.

he uses his strength to flip you back under him, never pulling out of you. he knew he was gonna cum soon, he was trying to put it off for so long but you’re making it too hard.

your head lolls back into the soft pillow, moaning as the flimsy bed frame of the dorm room squeaking like crazy. if his dick wasn't hitting every good spot right now perfectly, you'd probably give a fuck if the people next door heard.

he pumps into you as your legs wrap around his hips, bringing him closer. he fucks into you at a needy pace, his head in your neck as he whines into your ear which you could barely hear over the filthy sounds of skin slapping.

“m’sorry, gonna cum, baby” he moans. your hands go back into his hair, humming.

“please cum in me, choso. need it.” you mewl, eyes threatening to roll back at the way the tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot with every harsh thrust.

you bring a hand to your neglected clit, rubbing furiously to catch up with him, legs shivering and cunt clenching.

he groans as he spills inside of you at the feeling of your walls contracting around him sending him over the edge.

“f-fuck! feels s'good choso.” you cry, cumming so hard you practically milk his cock.

you’re both panting, his body going stiff.

you push at his arm to make him get off of you since he was practically crushing you.

“sorry” he mumbles, his voice groggy. he reluctantly pulls out of you with a hiss, pulling his boxers back on and collapsing next to you.

“hand me that towel, please?” you point to the pile of clean laundry next to your nightstand, a fresh new towel sitting atop.

“yeah, shit, sorry.” he hands you the towel as you wipe down your inner thighs.

you put your now ruined panties back in place, noticing the way he's staring at you.

"what?" you smile, covering yourself with a throw blanket you keep on your bed.

he just shakes his head in a silent chuckle, plopping down onto the bed next to you. he moves a loose strand of your hair out of your face, finger running down your jaw to your kissed out lips.

your breath hitches at his gentle touch, his thumb dragging down your lower lip.

"nothing i just..." his eyes meet yours, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.

"really like you" he sheepishly admits. you smiled at how cute he is. he just came inside of you and he was still nervous around you. how sweet.

"well i'd sure hope so." you giggle, feeling the dull throb between your legs from a few minutes ago.

it wasn't like your intentions weren't completely innocent upon inviting him here. you always thought the quiet guy in your class was hot.

you thought it was so cute whenever you'd 'accidentally' brush against him and he'd either tense up or his face would turn pink.

"but if it makes you feel better..." you cuddle up next to him, head nuzzling into his shoulder as his strong arm wraps around your waist.

"i really like you too"

you also showed up to class the next day wearing his hoodie that you successfully stole. he acted annoyed, but secretly fucking loved it.

a/n: i'm alive y'all i got my wisdom teeth out so i was not in a mood to write but i'm back!! hope u enjoy! sorry if the ending got a lil cheesy i'm trying to get better at dialogue since i usually just write pure porn.

(in need of jjk prompts i want the men so bad)

[unpretty]

please imagine these bullet points as a series of posts made over the course of a semester in 2015, copied from the tumblr tag i made specifically to bitch about my econ/business government and society professor:

lmao econ prof arguing against the fda

we are also supposed to subscribe to the wall street journal for this class ahahaha like hell

I spoke up about this godawful climate change article and about how literally every fact I tried to check was wrong, he tried to argue that wasn’t the point of the article but it totally was

“Does anyone watch Fox News” this class in a nutshell

the professor in the class i hate is talking about how jesus would love capitalism because it has lifted so many people out of poverty

he’s complaining about progressive income tax lmao god i hate this class

LET THE FREE MARKET DECIDE unless the free market makes an anti-corporate decision, then consumers have been misinformed and the activists responsible should be ashamed of themselves

I hope everyone’s ready for Shitty Class Liveblogging because now he’s claiming that gas prices will never go back up and gas will always be cheap from now on and also peak oil is a lie

Now he’s talking about the story of Jonah and the whale as relates to this article he saw in the Wall Street Journal. Across the class, I see a girl squint into the middle distance and mouth the word, “what.”

“is it okay to fire a pizza delivery person who doesn’t want to drive to a bad neighborhood”

this is the literal worst and most bullshit explanation of utilitarianism I have ever experienced oh my god. for the purposes of this class we are supposed to ignore ‘for the greatest number’ as an aspect of utilitarianism. just. completely altering the basic foundation of utilitarianism as an idea. apparently the free market didn’t like the actual definition so they changed it.

THIS PROFESSOR IS PRO-ENRON I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING RIGHT NOW THIS IS A REAL THING #FREE MARKET IT WAS LEGAL FREE MARKET

“I don’t think we have very many people in the United States dying because they couldn’t afford medication” actual quote from this professor right now

lmao i’m in the class i hate, he’s complaining about net neutrality now

This just in: poor people are poor because they make bad decisions, the wealth gap can be eliminated by teaching poor people how to play the stock market. This is a real thing that he apparently gives presentations about. He gets paid to tell people this.

Shitty professor isn’t going to be there tomorrow but he wants us to come in anyway to listen to a lecture on CD. Not one of his, just generally. Like, a home learning thing he bought. We asked if he could just put it on Blackboard but he said he didn’t know how to put a CD on Blackboard.

lmao I fucking knew this was the great courses. this professor is off at a conference telling people to teach the poor to trade stocks and he’s just having us sit here listening to an audiobook course he paid for about philosophy.

shitty professor is arguing the necessity of child labor in third world countries because otherwise the children would starve and be prostitutes. yes those are definitely the only two options.

oh my god he just argued that the rich are a minority protected by the constitution

I was really embarrassed about getting a 67 out of 85 on this Business, Government, and Society test but then it turned out the class average was 40 and I got the highest grade in the class. My strategy of always picking the answer I find most morally reprehensible is going well for me.

Monopolies aren’t actually that bad! Also, unions are monopolies, which is bad. (i was the only one who got a lot of the essay questions right so I had to read them in class it was awful)

libertarian economist professor gets really emotional about animals and i think he just argued that if elephants were privately owned they wouldn’t be poached because no one poaches cows

It’s my last week in the class I hate before finals and I’m pretty sure he’s arguing that the Enron scandal happened because there was too much government regulation

oh my god he’s arguing that enron was trying to do california a favor by pointing out a flaw in their system (by exploiting it) h my god he’s not even addressing the fraud in their accounting this whole class has been leading up to his passionate defense of fucking enron

[mj0702]

The other Bronze – Part 14

For Lunatic... I hope you're doing better and I hope you read this and find some comfort in it - mom and dad love you to the most and back Lunatic ♥️♥️

Sarina parked it just a little bit away from the hotel and turned in her seat to look at you

“We still need to talk Liefje” Sarina said sternly pulling you back into the car

“Don't worry – I found a weak link” you said happily

“Not what I was thinking about but.. good job” the dutch said “.. Leah said you tried to kill yourself – I want to know why”

“Seriously... I swear that was a one time thing and I'm better now” you said upset

“Not what I asked... I want to know WHY” the blonde stayed stricter

“I... I felt so alone... Lucy was gone... Keira just moved to Barcelona.... I mean the girls a great but... they're not Luce or Kei... somehow me stupid brain convinced me that they left and broke up because of me... and that they wouldn't care if I was around or not... so I got some pills from grandmas cabinet and just took them all...” you said not looking at the dutch

“... and then?” Sarina said lowly

“... I got scared... like... I suddenly knew that it was a mistake... so I wanted to call Hempo but I clicked the wrong number... got Leila on the phone.. I didn't knew her very well just in passing – but she came... she asked me where I am after I cried into the phone that I'm scared. I even called her Laurie... you know... she didn't KNOW me – but she came...and before I knew it I threw up... I'm basically still alive because of her... Lei then called Hempo... mills turned from that moment....” you recapped the night it all happened

“But why Liefje.... you know you could always come to me – or to one of us” Sarina tried again to understand you

“I can't tell you why Mama Rina.... I don't know... I just felt so alone... but I swear I never ever thought about it again” you stressed out

“If you EVER feel the need to do something like that again I want you to call me” the blonde took your hand strongly and with her second hand she made you look at her “Okay?”

“Okay... I promise...” you nodded lightly

“Good... so... that weak link....” Sarina smiled slightly

“Now or after dinner? Because I AM kind of hungry” you look embarrassed

Sarina laughed out loud but nodded anyway

“Of course Liefje... come on now” she laughed as the two of you exit the car

The dutch laid her arm around your shoulders pulling you into her side as the two of you walked the short distance to the Hotel. You laid your head on her shoulder enjoying the rare moment of peace you get with the head coach.

“Hey... hey y/n... we saved you a seat!!!!” you heard Tooney before you saw her

“Go” Sarina smiled lovingly as she released you from her hold

You sprinted over to the table quickly sliding into the chair between Less and Tooney before Keira or Leah could grab you. You sat opposite to your girlfriend sending her a small smile knowing Lucy was watching you two with hawk eyes. Suddenly you felt your chair being pulled back a little bit. You squeaked surprised as you felt the chair being lifted.

“You really think I would let you sit at the kids table??” you heard Keira as you looked up you saw Millie and Mary holding the sides of your chair about a foot in the air

“Sorry BB” Millie smiled apologetic “She has dirt on me”

“You can't be serious” you exclaimed trying to slip off the chair

“You will get the same food at my table” Keira said dry as she nodded her head and Millie and Mary started to carry you (chair included) over to the grown up table and dispose you next to your sister while Keira sat down to your other side

“I don't wanna sit here” you whined “This table is boring”

“Excuse me? Do I look like I care? The last time you three sat next to each other you got us kicked out of a restaurant” Keira said nonchalantly

“It was NOT our fault that the flame thingy fell over and set the table on fire” you said upset

“You prodded it the whole time even after I told you to leave it alone” Keira now growled

“I found it fascinating.. the flame was blue” you said ashamed

“Give up Bubs... you stuck with us for tonight” Lucy now sighed “She won't let you go back”

“You can overrule her... sister tops...” you said hopefully

“Oh Bitsy... your sister tops absolutely nothing” Keira smiled sweetly as she lightly slapped your cheek “Now eat”

You looked down on your plate and pulled a disgusted face

“What's that?” you prodded at your food

“Chicken” Keira said as she started to eat

“THAT is not chicken...” you pointed at the light hill on your plate

“That's the rice with sauce” Keira rolled her eyes “That is the chicken” she said as she pushed the rice a little aside

“And that green stuff... I don't do green stuff..” you argued again choosing the difficult route today – she wanted a kid. She'll get a kid.

“Spinach” Leah now answered as her best had her mouth full

“Ew no... not eating that” you huffed leaned back in your chair crossing your arms in front of your chest

“Suit yourself... go to bed hungry” Keira shrugged her shoulders “If you ever THINK of throwing a fit later because you're hungry you and I will have a private talk and you know these never end good for you”

“I want food... not... that” you pouted and whined

“Bitsy come on... you're not three... just eat” Keira said and you heard that she's about to lose her last nerve with you

Still you shake your head not moving towards the plate again

“Bubs come on... you haven't eaten since breakfast” Lucy now tried the nice approach – good cop, bad cop “You must be hungry”

“I AM... but I want something tasty” you whined

“It's very tasty... just try it... for me?” your sister spoke softly smiling hopefully.

“Hey Pumpkin... you interested in a deal?” now Beth interrupted the interaction knowing how important it was to get some food into you

“Listening” you answered and glanced at her

“Two forks equals one stroopwaffle... if you finish your plate – spinach included a whole extra pack” Meado smiled encouraging

“One fork one waffle” you shot back

“No can do... two for one...” Beth leaned back in her chair grinning

“Two extras at final whistle then” you tried your luck again

“I'll give you two extras if you eat your salad too” the brown haired woman smirked

“Okay now you're pushing it” you huffed out

“Two for one and an extra if you finish the plate” Meado leaned forward extending her hand.

“Two extras” you said seriously

“Nope... no deal” Beth said as she pulled her hand back

“Okay okay... two for one and one extra” you said quickly nearly jumping on the table to grab Beth hand “but from the good shop in Amsterdam”

“Deal” Meado grinned as she saw Keira mouthing a “thank you” towards her

You recutlanty started to pick up some rice and chicken with your fork. Everyone at the table knew you were a picky eater. Always have been and always will be – but if you had found something you liked you would eat like a harvester. But also you would go days without actual food if there was nothing you would find interesting. You carefully brought the fork to your lips just to feel the usual knot in your stomach putting the silverware down quickly

“No... sorry... can't do it” you said as you quickly stood up basically fleeing the table and the room.

Everyone looked after you confused. The first one who reacted was in fact Georgia as she pushed her chair back with such a force that it fell over backwards running after you. Lucy tried to run after the two of you but got stopped by Keiras hand on her arm

“Leave them...” the blonde said softly

“But what if...” Lucy tried

“If what...” Leah asked now

“If G takes advantage of her state – we know how fragile she is at the moment” your sister said a little stressed

“Excuse me?” Keira said shocked “That's G we're talking about – you know damn well this girl has a heart of gold and as big as five field... and she's not the brightest sometimes... she doesn't even know what it means to take advantage of someone”

“I'm just....” your sister defended herself

“I know... but you need to let her grow up... it's not easy for me either but let her be Luce” Keira said softly

You quickly sprinted outside the hotel actually jumping over some luggage which was standing around from guests just checking in. Once outside you looked around frantically as you saw the next best bush. You quickly got over there and just started to throw up. This was how your girlfriend found you. Hunched over a bush heaving loudly. Wordless she stood next to you rubbing small soothing circles on your back offering silent support. After a few minutes you got yourself up right again and leaned backwards against the wall

“What happened” G asked keeping her voice down

“Just got too much” you mumbled closing your eyes “Thank you”

“For what?” Georgia asked confused

“Coming after me...” you murmured suddenly feeling tired and exhausted

“I'll always come after you – and if I have to run to the end of the world” your girlfriend answered whispering as she both manoeuvred you into a sitting position

“Sap” you smiled with your eyes closed but leaning against her “We probably shouldn't be so close – what if fans see?”

“Let them... don't care” your girlfriend mumbled back “only care about you right now”

“You would...” you started

“Don't care... you're important to me, you know?” she interrupted you quickly knowing where this conversation would go if she'd let you go on

“You're important to me too G...” you said serious “... that's why we need to talk”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Georgia asked and you heard the panic in her voice

“No... no... but you might want to break up with me after that talk” you mumbled

“Did... did something happened... with someone... in Barcelona?” your girlfriend asked unsure

“Yes... that too... but not like you think” you sighed knowing you can't push that conversation further away anymore “But you need to promise me to let me finish and not interrupt me”

“Okay...” Georgia said carefully

You took a deep breath before you started to talk

“I'm telling you this because you are so SO important to me – not even Kei knows this... or god forbid Lucy... did I ever tell you why Leila and I are so close?” you looked at her and G shook her head before you continued “She saved me G... literally... she saved my life... two years ago, when Kei moved to Spain too... I felt so alone... I know Toons was there... and Less... and Leah... and all of them... but in the same time no one was there... it was bad enough to lose Lucy to Spain.. But I still had Keira... but when she moved too – it broke me G... I know she had to for her career... and I would never ever blame her for what happened but it broke me. I had no one to go to – I was still laborating on my ACL and I didn't know what to do. I fell G and I fell hard. I was rock bottom and I didn't know how to get back on top again...” you started to feel the tears threatening to fall “... so I got all the pills my mom had in her cabinet threw them all in a bag mixed them up and just took a handful... and suddenly I got so SO scared... the sensible part of my brain asked me if I'm bloody serious to choose the easy way out. Out of panic I wanted to call Hempo of all people – you know how she would react in a situation like that. She would panic herself. But she was the nearest to where I was. I pressed the wrong contact and Leila answered the call. Don't know why but she did. I didn't even realized my mistake and just started sobbing into the phone what I just did and that I'm scared and where I am and to please help me”

You were full on crying now. Not the loud outgoing cry, just silently as your tears run down your cheeks onto falling onto your shirt

“I don't know how much time went past but suddenly I got yanked up from the bench I was sitting on and the person just bend me over and made me throw up.... wasn't the nicest thing in the world. After I came by a little more I realized Leila was the one holding me bend over asking me if I think that it was all of it or if there's some left in my stomach because she WILL shove her fingers down my throat again if she had to... told her I think that everything is out and she basically carried me to her car. She told me she's going to get me into hospital and who she should call. Told her Hempo – I knew the chain would work its way to Leah. Leila got me to the Hospital told them what happened and they took care of me. When I woke up the next morning Leah and Meado were sitting next to my bed. Leah looked like death heated over twice. Meado wasn't far behind. I felt so guilty that I started crying . Woke them both up with my sobbing. Leah informed me that they'll take me back with them – already talked to my mom and dad about it. She also told me that they told them it's because she thinks a change of scenery would benefit me – dad agreed knowing how hard I took Lucys moving. Went back to London with them and god – Leah can be worse than a jail guard... I went to therapy... three times a week... it was always Leah or Beth picking me up afterwards... until it was Millie and somehow with Millie I just broke down. I held it together for Lee and Meado... but Millie with her calm persona and just being there – I think I cried for hours. Woke up in Meados guestroom... was the first time I met Viv officially as the girlfriend. It got better after that day – really better. Leah basically held me hostage for another six month – she even made me join her at the Arsefacility for light workouts. Let me tell you they have all that great stuff in their gym and still are shit” you smiled through your tears keeping your eyes fixed straight ahead staring into nothing so you didn't see your girlfriend crying too “ … and then a few days in Barcelona I had a full blown anxiety attack because Mapí played a ball wrong and it came at me. I got it under control played it back to Kei before even realizing what I was doing and then all of them were looking at me like I just scored a World cup winner... got to much and everyone of them saw.. I tell you because I know Sarina wants a friendly against Spain end to camp – when she announces it you act surprised – and they will ask if everything is okay... because that's how they are... It was weird at the begin...”

Suddenly your conversation got roughly interrupted by your sister who pulled G up by her shirt away from you already started yelling at her. You got scared for a second before you quickly jumped to your feet going after your sister who had your girlfriend pinned to the wall by now. Georgia was white her eyes wide as Lucy kept yelling at her

“What have you done Stanway??? I listened to Keira and let YOU go after her to find her crying her eyes out” your sister yelled in Georgias face pushing her harder against the wall

“Lucy please... it wasn't her” you begged your sister tugging on her arm “it wasn't her and it's not because of her... Luce please”

But it was no use since Lucy just saw red. She just came out to check on you knowing you always need air when you feel trapped. What she saw broke her heart and made her blood boil. She saw you crying and your girlfriend just sitting next to you doing nothing. It was irrational she knew but she swore to protect you and if it costed it the place on the national team than she would pay that price but she won't let anyone hurt you.

“Lucy.... please” you tried again as fresh tears sprung to your eyes and again your plea fell to deaf ears as your sister continued to ignore you in favor of yelling at your girlfriend

So you looked around for help and spotted Keira and Leah at the elevators on the other side of the lobby. You quickly ran over to the doors who opened and yelled through the hotel lobby

“Keira!!!” you hoped to get her attention. Your voice must have sounded so distressed that Keira turned around quickly – Leah following suit and she spotted you standing in the automatic door “Help” you said louder but not yelling level.

Keira took off towards you before you could turn around Leah hot on her heels as you went over and tried to get Lucy off Georgia again. Keira and Leah came exit the hotel and quickly saw what brought you to such distress. They immediately got into action mode pushing themselves between Lucy and Gs bodies. You were still trying to tug your sisters arm off Georgias shirt. Thank god Keira and Leah were much more successful (perks of knowing how to separate players from experience) and quickly got your sister and girlfriend separated. You immediately went over to your girlfriend who was still rooted in place shock and fright clear on her face.

“You okay?” you asked lowly “She didn't hurt you did she?”

“Just shaken up... didn't see that coming” Georgia said back lightly shaking

You let Keira and Leah deal with Lucy while you checked your girlfriend over once more needing to make sure she really was not injured. After you were satisfied with your check you turned around seeing Keira poking Lucys chest furiously on the other side of the entrance. Leah stood nearly in the middle of the two parties having an eye on both sides. She met your eye and you let her know that everything was okay and even tho G was shaken up she was not injured. At the way Keira was now waving her hands around and your sister looking ashamed and guilty you knew Kei was pissed and Lucy was at the receiving end. You saw Leah coming over to you and stepped into your field of vision

“Are you okay?” the captain asked concerned

“Yeah... just... got a little scared... don't know what got into her” you mumbled

“Keira is sorting it out right now” Leah said lowly “You okay G?”

“Yeah...” your girlfriend nodded slightly

“You want to report it to Sarina? Or want me to tell her?” Leah asked seriously “You're calling it G... I don't know what happened but I know you didn't provoke her so Lucy laying her hands on you...”

“No...” your girlfriend interrupted her friend “... I just want to talk to her... alone”

“Are you sure G?” Leah asked again

“Yes I'm sure...” Georgia nodded again “... I don't want her thrown of the team Lee... I just want to know why”

“Your call G...” Leah sighed and called over “Kei... lets go” before looking at you “You come with us”

“Da Fuck I will” you said stubborn

“Babe it's okay... let me sort this out okay...” your girlfriend said calmly

“I swear Lucy... if you even as much as look at her the wrong way I will end you” you sneered as you passed your sister getting pulled along by Leah

You don't know how much time passed as you watched through the big glass windows as your girlfriend and sister having a talk outside the hotel with you inside the lobby

“Calm down Bitsy...” Keira said as she pulled you into her side “... G's a big girl... she can handle it”

“I know... but Kei... Luce basically attacked her with no reason” you huffed but let Keira comfort you a little bit

“I know it sounds like a cheap excuse but... she just got scared about your well-being... I KNOW you are also a big girl Bitsy... but you'll always be her little girl... she's trying Bitsy... but seeing you cry made her snap” the blonde mumbled as she pulled you closer

“But it wasn't because of G... I told her what happened in Barcelona and I couldn't stop the tears... G had nothing to do with it” you said as fresh tears starting to form in your eyes “and she didn't listen... Lucy didn't listen to me... I can't do this Kei... I can't have my sister and my girlfriend fighting... or my sister fighting my girlfriend – she needs to stop”

“She will Bitsy... it just takes some time for her to come to terms with it... she's not good with change either – where do you think you got it from?” Keira smiled slightly

After what seemed like forever in your mind you got surprised as you saw your sister and girlfriend hugging. Not an awkward hug. It was a full on bear hug. Like the hugs you only accept from a few people in your life – full of love and unspoken promises. You watched as they parted again but Lucy kept her arm around Gs shoulders as they walked back into the lobby stopping right in front of Keira and you

“You two dating now?” you asked raising an eyebrow

“Yeah about that babe...” Georgia smirked playing along

“It's fine... I'll just take your best friend then...” you waved off starting to grin

“Does Leah know about this?” Keira now asked faking confusion

“Not talking about Leah” you smirked as you pressed yourself further into the blonde

“That... looks so wrong” Lucy looked horrified

“YOU asked me if it was Keira!!” you exclaimed accusingly

“and THAT was a genuine mistake...” your sister defended herself quickly “... but you made it looked like it was!”

“I was just wearing her shorts!!!” you bantered back

“What in our world means that you're basically engaged!!!” Luce fired back

“Where's my ring?” you turned to Keira expectantly raising your eyebrow again

“EXCUSE ME?!” Georgia exclaimed fake shocked “You're engaged and making moves on me?? Keira I swear I didn't know”

“Meeh... it's alright G... thought I give her the chance to get it out of her system before tying her down... because that's over then... and she was drooling over you for a long time” Keira waved off before all of you bursted out laughing

“Luce...” you said getting serious again “... you can't do that... you can't freak out like that again”

“I know... I'm sorry Bubs... It's just...” your sister tried to explain but couldn't find the right words so Keira helped her out

“It's not easy for us Bitsy... we love you so much and even if we KNOW that G would never ever hurt you – seeing you cry is hard for us” the blonde said as she started to scratch the back of your neck lightly “.... we went through so much together that we just want to protect you – and again... we know that that one wouldn't hurt you on purpose but still... seeing you crying and in distress just flips a switch... the difference is that I have WAY more self-control than your sister” Keira explained quietly

“I'll never hurt her I promise” G said quickly her eyes wide

“I know G... I know you'll never hurt her on purpose but there will be hurt... because that's how a relationship works – it's not always sunshine and rainbows... you both have to work for it and you have to communicate” Keira said serious “We'll always be there to support you and if you want give advice – you're both young and we know what it's like to be separated for some time...”

“Thanks Kei” you mumbled into her shoulder

“Always Bitsy...” she smiled as she pressed a kiss to your forehead “And G”

“Yeah?” your girlfriend asked weary

“For god sakes... grow some balls and defend your girl” Keira said sternly “Lucy can take some bollocking – because that will be something she has to deal with when we're back in Spain anyway”

“I have to what?” your sister asked horrified knowing Keira doesn't fuck about

“We'll have a talk when we're back... just you and me... in private” the blonde informed your sister who shrunk back a little under the intense stare of her ex-girlfriend

“Uuuuhhh... someone is in troooouuuble” you sing-songed snickering

“You want to be added to the list?” Keira raised her eyebrow looking down at you

“Yeah no thank you” you quickly said sheepishly

“Thought so... now off you go... it's late and it was an eventful day – I can see and feel the exhaustion from you” the blonde scoffed before pushing you off her slightly

“Luce” you whined and your sister immediately turned around to give you a piggy back ride

You unceremoniously climbed on her back letting her carry you to the elevator getting you to your room while Keira and G stayed behind

“I'm sorry for what happened G” Keira started

“It's okay Kei...” Georgia waved off

“No it's not G... it's not okay what Lucy did” the blonde interrupted her best friend quickly “... she shouldn't have reacted that way... and I promise you it'll never happen again I make sure of it... but I want you to understand that Bitsy is her everything – Lucy wouldn't think twice to jump in front of a truck for her... both of us wouldn't think twice but Lucy would be quicker. She went through so much and never actually talked about it or grieved you know – when she got the news of it being her ACL again and this time she's forced to stop playing... she just... sat there” Keira said remembering the day as if it happened yesterday “... she just sat there – 13 years old... blank face... shrugging her shoulders – Lucy and I kept it together until we were home and then first Lucy broke and then me... but her... she just – I don't want to say accepted it but she just bottled it up... she lost her spark that day – and slowly it's coming back... you are the reason for that G... you don't know it but you help her heal more than Lucy and I could in the last three years”

“I... didn't do anything” your girlfriend said confused

“You treat her right G... and that's enough for her” Keira smiled slightly

“I nearly didn't... you know... if it wasn't for her stubbornness” Georgia admitted shyly

“What do you mean? And yes... everyone with the name Bronze is stubborn as fuck” the blonde said rolling her eyes

“She kissed me you know... after the Euros... I was... drunk... but sober enough to kinda realize what’s happening... I pulled her outside the locker room and told her this can't happen..” your girlfriend explained to her best friend “... I told her she's too young and this isn't what she wants... she told me she may be young but she definitely knows what she wants... and that's me... she was so adamant... but I pushed her away a few time... until she showed up at me apartment in Munich – god only knows where she got the info from where I live – and just TOLD me that she won't accept me saying “no” anymore and she'll definitely won't let me run away and hide anymore... my whole self-control broke that moment....”

“So you did have sex with her before her birthday... because that's what she told Luce... that you waited till her birthday” Keira questioned

“No... god no... I didn't touch her that way before her birthday... I swear Kei... I mean there were some moments where it nearly got to that point but I stopped... I SWEAR K...” Georgia said quickly

“G... even if you did have sex with her before... it's in the past and nothing can change it... I know how the Bronze women can be... once they have something set their mind on it takes an army to get them to get them off the rails... it doesn't matter if it's Lucy or Bitsy or Sophie or Diane...” Keira smiled “... you will experience that in future a few times – and I wish you good luck and already feel sorry for you at the same time... but what Luce did earlier is still not okay”

“We talked it out K... I swear it's okay... she promised to hold back” your girlfriend assured

“You could talk to Sarina...” Keira said but this time Georgia interrupted her

“No... she apologized we talked it out... done and dusted... I understand her Kei... I really do... because if I see someone making me girlfriend cry I would snap too” your girlfriend waved off

“Great...” Keira mumbled “... another one I have to keep an eye on... the next time I get asked what I would do if I don't play professionally football anymore I say “zookeeper”... got plenty of experience in keeping wild animals under control”

Georgia burst out laughing and offered her best friend her hand to pull her off the couch. Keira accepted the hand gladly and let G pull her into a standing position.

“You're getting old Walsh” Georgia teased when Keira groaned getting pulled into an upright position

“No... I'm just over the whole shite” Keira grumbled as she turned around to leave

“Love you Walsh” G yelled after her

“Love you Stanway” Keira yelled back making Georgia smile

Lucy noticed you were asleep before you two even made it to your room. The way your head slowly sank deeper onto her shoulder was a clear indicator – as well as your light snoring and the occasional smacking of your lips. Your sister “knocked” on the door using her foot adjusting her hold on you. LJ opened annoyed but perked up immediately when she saw Lucy

“Yeah?” LJ asked

“Just here to deliver Bubs...” Lucy said being a little icy towards the younger player

“Oh... okay” LJ said stepping aside letting Lucy in

Your sister disposed you carefully and with practical ease on the bed and started to pull your socks and trousers off your legs

“She's 16... I think she's capable of undressing herself” LJ bit a little too harsh which caused Lucy to narrow her eyes at her teammate

“I am aware... but I also know her... look LJ... I don't know what your twos problem is but when it comes down to it – she's my baby sister... and whoever hurts her better makes his last will because I won't have it...” Lucy said seriously as she made sure your scars were covered quickly

“Lucy... I know that okay... and yes we're not really friends anymore” LJ started and Lucy snorted “... but I think we can be civil with each other.. I mean you and me know she swapped my cleats and I did nothing to her did I now”

“I really like you as a person and a player LJ...” Lucy sighed before pressing a kiss to your head “... but again.. she's my baby sister”

“We will figure it out” LJ said and if you weren't asleep you would've bursted out laughing – because from your side there was no “figuring it out”

“Morning” you greeted Meado at the elevators the next morning

“Morning pumpkin” Beth greeted back giving you a once over “You okay?”

“Gettin there... need coffee” you said slowly clearly still half asleep as you felt Meado putting her arm over your shoulders pulling you into her side

“Pumpkin I know you don't want to hear it but I need you to eat something too okay... I know you can go longer than 24 without food but it's not healthy” Beth said a little concern in her voice.

She as well haven't forgotten what happened two years ago. How Leah called her full on sobbing that she needs to get to Manchester as quick as possible but she can't go on her own because she probably would crash the car. Of course Beth immediately was on board picking Leah up not even 15 Minutes later. Leah was an emotional mess. Meado actually didn't find out what happened until there were about 30 Minutes out of Manchester. And when Leah finally told her – Beth nearly lost control over the car. So yes – your well-being also was important to her.

“Yeah I know... yesterday was just...” you started ashamed

“... emotional... I know...” Meado finished for you smiling slightly

“Morning” you heard suddenly as Keira stood behind the two of you

“Morning Kei” Meado said happily while you just grunt in response

“Come here Bitsy” Keira said lovingly opening her arms knowing you always need longer and more importantly physical contact in the mornings

The elevator arrived and all three of you entered it to go down to breakfast. One floor down Millie and Rach entered the elevator and you immediately whined for Millie to carry you. As usual you had everyone wrapped around your finger and so it happened that you got carried to the breakfast room where surprisingly Sarina waited for you with a coffee in your hand

“We need to talk, Liefje” the dutch said you still clutched to Millies back pushing the mug into your hands “So ex that and with me”

“What did you do to make the big boss angry?” Millie asked confused as she set you down looking after Sarina who was just leaving

“You're guess is as good as mine” you shrugged your shoulders downing the coffee shuffling after the dutch into an empty meeting room

“What can I do for you great masteress of lionesses?” you tried to lighten the mood

“What happened yesterday?” Sarina came straight to the point looking at you expectantly

“Huh?” you looked at her confused

“Why were two of my best players at each other throats AGAIN yesterday after dinner?” the dutch said and you knew not to fuck about

“There was a misunderstanding” you said carefully

“Elaborate” Sarina said seriously and you noticed she's getting angry

“I told G about what happened... two years ago... and in Barcelona... because I wanted to be honest with her... I started crying... I didn't even noticed I was crying... and suddenly Lucy was there having a go at G... but Kei and Leah took care of it” you spilled immediately trying to low the blow

“Okay... okay...” the dutch sighed out massaging her temples

“I didn't mean too” you said quickly feeling incredibly guilty

“It's not your fault... but I need to talk to both of them... this can't go on” Sarina said seriously “I can't have my squad fighting each other”

“I know” you sighed ashamed “... I don't know what's going on with Lucy... because G did nothing and Luce is constantly out for her...”

“Your sister is protective, Liefje” Sarina said softly “And it's hard for her to see you dating”

“But... I'm not a baby anymore” you said desperately

“Liefje... you were with her your whole life – there were rumours that you are her daughter instead of her sister” the dutch chuckled

“Ugh” you gagged slightly

“I want something else from you” Sarina now leaned against the big table

“Ehrm... I feel honoured but... Ehrm... you are a little to... experienced for me Mama Rina” you stuttered scratching the back of your neck

“Dear god kiddo... it's not all about sex in life...” the dutch rolled her eyes “... I want you to come up with a exercise for training – teamwork and communication”

“Why are you including me so much...” you asked a little confused

“Because I know how great you can be – you always sell yourself short... I want you to realize how amazing you are and live it” Sarina said softly “... and I want to inform you that we indeed have a friendly against Spain in 10 days”

“Yes... I really want to face them” you said happily “... I really want Less and Toons to meet Mapí”

“Liefje... I will put you on a leash you if you plan on doing something stupid” the dutch pointed her finger at you

“I just want to.... cultivate international relations...” you said carefully

“You want to cause trouble – I will talk to Lucy about your harness... what was the name?” Sarina waved off

“Bronzo” you murmured defeated

“Ah yes... now... I want you to come up with an exercise and a strategy for the game against Spain” the dutch said and you know your little “meeting” was over

“Yes Mama Rina” you sighed already thinking about different drills

“Oh and y/n?” Sarina held you back as you were about to leave

“Yes?” you looked up a little shocked

“Send your sister and girlfriend in” the dutch smirked and winked at you

“Will do” you smiled widely “With pleasure”

“BRONZE!!! STANWAY!!” you yelled when you entered the breakfast room and all heads snap towards you

“Big Bossies wants to talk to you” you nodded towards the meeting room

Both your sisters and your girlfriends face went white as they stood up walking slowly past you with Georgia stopping shortly

“Are we out?” G whispered lowly

“Don't think so... but I can't say for sure” you whispered back grabbing her hand and squeezing it encouraging

“If that's the case I'll still be around – we can invade Leahs apartment” Georgia smiled lightly but you saw right through it

“She won't kick you out.. she'll kick your ass and that's it... she knows it's not you who causes trouble... it's Luce” you leaned up quickly pressing a kiss to your girlfriends cheek

“STANWAY!!” now Sarina yelled down the corridor

Georgia quickly let go of your hand and ran down the corridor.

“They're in trouble?” Keira asked you as you plopped down in the chair next to her inspecting Keiras plate who immediately pushed it towards you

“Yeah.... somehow Sarina knows about yesterday” you mumbled “... hey Kei?”

“Yes Bitsy?” the blonde smiled at you

“Can I have eggs?” you asked embarrassed

“Of course Bitsy.. why do you ask?” Keira looked at you confused

“Don't know.... just feel like it” you shrugged your shoulders

“Come on Bits... let's get you some breeki hm?” the blonde smiled encouraging and pulled you out of your chair leading you over to the buffet

“Take whatever you want Bitsy.... just... don't load your plate Bronze style” Keira smiled as you went over all the option

“Eggs... bacon...” you mumbled to yourself

“Something healthy” Keira threw in

“Guac....” you mumbled deep in thoughts “Uuuuhhh.... donuts”

“No” Keira smiled sweetly

“But” you whined childish

“No Bitsy... take some fruit and we're good” the blonde grinned

“But you said whatever I want” you whined again

“No donuts... you didn't do anything today what would justify a donut” Keira said and you knew you lost the donut for good

You sighed heavy and took an apple from the fruit basket

“Uuuuhhh... mom put her foot down” Rachel laughed as you passed they're table

Keira pushed you to walk on when she noticed you wanted to start arguing with the blonde and lead you back to your table. After you sat down you looked down on your plate with the apple next to it. You picked up the apple looked at it for a second before throwing it towards Rachel hitting her straight in the back of the head which caused the whole table (especially Millie) to interrupt in loud laughter and Rachel to swear loudly. Keira scolded you lightly but smiled nonetheless

Lucy, Georgia and Sarina entered the room. The two players looked like drowned puppies while the Head coach smiled satisfied. Georgia immediately took a detour towards Tooneys and Less table which caused you to frown. Lucy sat down opposite to you and you watched her closely

“All good?” you asked

“All good” your sister answered before continuing to eat

“Okay Girls... this was a really good training so far” Sarina yelled over the field clapping her hands

“Our new addition here” she pulled you next to and in to a hug “will have the honour for the last exercise of the day”

All Lionesses looked at you expectantly and you suddenly felt a little shy

“I didn't agree to your offer” you mumbled shyly

“You will” Sarina smiled happily “I'm pretty positive about it – now go and show them what you got”

“Okay Ladies... and Lucy” you said loudly grinning after the little pep talk

“Hey!!” your sister exclaimed annoyed as the team began to chuckle

“Listen up... we're playing Hungry Hippo” you clapped your hands and Rachel “woohooed” loudly

“For everyone who doesn't know Hungry Hippo... it's simple... teams of three each... every team gets four balls... you have to defend your balls and also have to steal the balls of the other teams... team who is out of eggs first runs laps until the game is over” you explained quickly

“What's the goal of the game?” Niamh asked

“Goal of the game is to get all the balls in one “nest”... the goal of the exercise is teamwork and communication... you need to work together and communicate with each other” you explained “And before you ask... I put the teams together”

“Aaaawww maaaaan” you heard Less groan

“Walsh, Stanway, James” you rattled off ignoring one of your best friends

“Russo, Williamson, Toone” you smirked knowing you just got Leah back for the rooming incident

“WHAT??” the capitan exclaimed shocked

“YES!!” Tooney and Less high-fived

“Daly, Bright, Mearps” you continued and split all the players into teams

“Really?” Sarina asked under her breath but loud enough that you could hear her “Walsh, Stanway and James?”

“Kei and G are pissed at James – rightfully so but still need to learn to keep it off the pitch” you mumbled back

“Genius move – I need you in my team” Sarina smiled

“And you will.. I want Jill Scott as my guardian” you said off handy

“Done” the dutch answered quickly and smiled widely

“And we will talk about numbers... I want a good salary” you smirked at her

“You haven't even seen the contract and already start hackling?” Sarina laughed

“I saw Lucys contracts over the years... they were shit..” you pointed out

“We'll talk about it later... now let them run” the blonde dutch smiled and you grabbed her whistle successfully pulling the short woman closer to you and blew that whistle hard

Immediately there interrupted chaos on the field and you couldn't help but laugh loudly when Lucy rugby tackled Rachel to the ground who tried to steal a ball from your sisters nest. The little game continued for some while – for a hot second it looked like Keiras team was loosing since they did everything than communicating with each other but the recovered quickly and got some balls back. You also saw how different the teams approach their tactics to defend and retrieve. Team Bright for example had Mearps AND Bright on defending egg duty while Rach zipped around stealing balls. Lucys team had only Lucy for defence and Lotte and Meado for retrieval. It was honestly too funny and you turned around to the media team

“Oi edits.... get some footage of that... fans will love it” you laughed as they quickly scramble to get some of the chaos on video

“Hey.... hey you” you shouted over to a guy who stood there a little lost and when he turned towards you you waved him over

“What's your job here?” you asked but still keeping an eye on the field

“I'm... a trainee” the dirty blonde said shyly

“Okay... perfect... go get coffee for the big boss and myself.... she takes it black like her soul – strong... basically like oil... I want a latte” you said smiling

“Where do I find coffee?” the young bloke said getting even more shy

“In the meeting rooms should be coffee machines.... just... take some from there” you looked a little unsure yourself “Oh... and what's your name?”

“Finney... friends call me Finn” he now smiled getting a little more comfortable talking to you

“Yeah no.... I'll just call you Fren... we're Frens now” you waved off “everyone who brings me coffee is a Fren”

“Okay... I promise I bring the best coffee I can find” he smiled before sprinting off

“Already abusing your status I see” Sarina smirked next to you

“Don't tell me you had enough time this morning to actually fulfil your caffeine fix” you said rolling your eyes

“Of course I didn't... I had to put your sister and girlfriend through the wringer AND put them on probation.... I was THIS close to put them on the naughty step” the dutch mumbled annoyed

“I would have paid to see that” you bursted out laughing “OI STANWAY.... STOP PULLING LOTTES PANTS DOWN!!!!”

“JEALOUS???” Lotte yelled back holding onto her shorts for dear life with Georgia hanging on the hem of them shorts trying to pull them down once again

“Not at all” you yelled back laughing at their antics “She already knows how comfortable the couch is...”

You saw a few seconds later how team “Two best idiots + Leah” lost their last ball and you grabbed Sarinas whistle (and Sarina) again whistling loudly. All Lionesses froze in their place and you grinned

“I really enjoy this” you said loudly smirking evilly “... Capitan oh Capitan....” you said dramatically “... your team is the first loosing all their Hippo eggs... so... you and your mates.... off you scramble... laps until the game is over”

“You can't do that” Leah growled knowing fully well you actually can make her run

“Oh but I can... I said beforehand the first team without Hippo eggs will run laps, Williamson” you smirked enjoying having the upper hand for once extremly “... sooooo... run”

Less and Tooney already jogging away from you knowing they wouldn't get out of it anyway so they just accepted their fate. Leah on the other hand was adamant to prove a point now looking at Sarina

“She can't do that” Leah said sounding a little like a small child

“She can... I gave her the task of finding a exercise for teamwork and communication – which she did – and I authorized it.... she said before you all started what will happen and you lost.... get going Leah...” Sarina said calmly knowing when to back you up and when you can defend yourself

Leah started to jog away still mumbling and growling under her breath

“Thank you Mama Rina...” you mumbled as you accepted your coffee from Finn

“No need Liefje... you were in the right and just because Leah wants to pull the capitan card doesn't mean she can do that all the time” the dutch said softly also accepting her coffee from the young lad.

The leftover players on the field were still looking at you expectantly and you realized you didn't restart the game

“Sorry guys” you smiled embarrassed

“Wait...” Grace (Clinton) said quickly before you were able to blew the whistle again

“Yeah Hillary?” you looked at her smirking

“First... please don't....” she sighed “second... what does the winner get?”

“Oh... winner gets the afternoon off – and gets a cheat meal extra” you smiled shrugging your shoulders

“Excuse me?? I didn't agree to that” Sarina exclaimed surprised

“Yeah well... I just thought of that” you looked at her apologetic

“The things I let slide with you” the dutch rolled her eyes and waved her hand for you to continue

“Love you Mama Rina” you smiled pressing a soft kiss to her cheek

“Yeah yeah” the blonde murmured but a smile tugged on the edge of her lips

You blew the whistle again and immediately there interrupted chaos again – the game ended with a tie (you were made to stop it by Sarina) between Team Walsh and Team Bronze. Which surprised everyone – especially you but you did internally congratulate yourself for fulfilling the task of brining the team closer together.

The Bus ride was mostly quiet except for Georgia and Esme (who was on Lucys team) discussing rather loudly what they would have as their cheat meal with Rachel throwing in Gs direction

“Little Bronze doesn't count you know... you can eat her as much as you like” the blonde smirked and immediately got Lucys dirty sock thrown in her face while you bursted out laughing next to Mearps and Georgia turning fire red once again. Back at the Hotel everyone went to their rooms to shower and get ready for Lunch and eventual media assignments. Lunch went over without a hitch – if you ignore the fact that your sister shooed your girlfriend away again – and soon all of you got the plan for the rest of the day.

You entered the room which was officially dubbed the “common get together”-room finding Lucy, Keira, Mary, Less, Tooney, Niamh, Meado and LJ (who you honestly could do without) chilling around. Some of them were lounging on the couch while Tooney, Less and Niamh were placed at the table playing with some Legos. You made a beeline for your two bestest friends as Keira looked up from her book

“No” the blonde just said knowing letting you sit with them would end up in a Lego fight and you'd throw pieces at each other until one got either hurt or cried

“Keira cooooome ooooon” you whined which caused Tooney and Less to look up

“Yeah Keira... cooooome ooooon” Tooney whined too

“Come here Bubs” Lucy said from her place on the couch stretched her hand towards you trying to get you to come over to her “Wanna show you something”

“You can always show it to LJ” you pulled a face and your voice was laced with venom

“Huh?” your sister looked at you confused as you turned around now marching towards Tooney like you were on a mission

“Bitsy” Keira warned you raising her eyebrow in challenge

“I'm just gonna sit here” you said annoyed and the blonde noticed your grumpy mood

“No Lego fights!” the blonde looked at you threating

“Okay mom” the three of you answered simultaneously grinning

Soon after Less got called away by the media team for some... whatever, you didn't pay attention. Tooney and you continued to build on your Lego castle but as usual after like 30 minutes you both got bored

You just looked at each other communicating without words – like always. You both stood up at the same time looking around until your eyes fell on the dart board that was hung up on the other side of the room. Tooney and you tried to be as sneaky as possible as you slandered over to said piece of fun without noticing Keira watching every step you took. Just as you were about to pull the third dart out of the board so Toons and you could play a hand reached over your shoulder taking all darts away

“I told you... no sharp objects” you immediately reconized the voice of one Keira Walsh

“They're not sharp...” you pouted as you turned around to look at her with your best puppy eye look

“No pointy objects either” Keira smiled sweetly and you knew it was fake as fuck

“But... Tooney and I wanted to play” you pouted

“Tooney is banned from pointy objects too” the blonde just said hoping to end this topic

“Tooney is what?” Ella said confused

“The last time you whined for a WEEK that your finger nearly fell off” Keira rolled her eyes “So no darts for you either... find something else”

“Oh yeah.. I forgot about that... it was really close for me finger to fall off” Tooney said as she remembered her last interaction with darts

“Your bloody finger was fine” you exclaimed

“Bloody... that's the word you should emphasize... so much blood” Ella sighed

“Less nearly broke my nose.... THAT was bloody... your finger was just... trickling blood” you said upset

“If you don't stop to one up each other immediately I'm going to put you in different corners of the room” Keira interrupted your “fight”

“Sorry mom” both of you said

“Gosh... can't you two play nicely with each other for once?” the blonde rolled her eyes

“We tried... you wouldn't allow it” you tried to reason with her

“No sharp or pointy objects” Keira said again “Find something else”

You looked over at Tooney who just shrugged her shoulders

“Uh... there's a bowling thing in the basement... can we go bowling? Nothing sharp, nothing pointy” you said excited as Tooney started to beam

“Not without a responsible adult around” Keira said “And I'm not going down there with you”

“Millie and Rach are down there... I think” you said as you tried to convince Kei

“Lucy?” the blonde turned around to your sister

“Yeah?” Lucy looked up from her phone where she (most likely) texted with Ona

“I just spoke english did I?” Keira asked her ex

“Ehrm... yes? Why?” your sister asked confused

“Good... I just thought I switched to spanish without noticing it when I said them two nobbheads won't go bowling in the basement without a responsible adult and Bitsys answer was Millie and Rachel... I just wanted to double check that I in fact did use the english language” the blonde said and you groaned behind her knowing she just shut down your idea

“Oh no... you definitely spoke english” Lucy smirked

“Mary??” you asked hopefully looking at the keeper

“Yeah okay...” the tall brunette rolled her eyes but smiled noneless “I'll take you bowling”

“YES!!” you high fived Tooney “Mary counts as responsible, right?” you checked with Keira

“Yes... Mary counts as responsible” the blonde sighed actually hoping you'd find no body who would go with you so she could keep an eye on you

“Woohoo...” you cheered chasing after Tooney who already was sprinting towards the door

“No running” Mary yelled after you but it was no use as she stood up following the two of you

“I'll give them 20 Minutes” Keira said plopping down next to Lucy on the couch

“Naah... Mearps is good... Bubs respects Mearps.... 30” your sister grinned as she started a timer

32 Minutes later the door of the common room got kicked open and Mary carried you bridal style inside to cross the room with quick strides. Tooney was following after you apologizing profusely while you whined into Marys neck

“32 Minutes and 17 seconds” Lucy looked down on her phone grinning stopping the timer showing it to Keira

“Should we follow or just ignore that something went horribly wrong... as always when these two are left to their own?” the blonde sighed looking expectantly at Lucy

“Naah... she has Mearps with her...” your sister waved off smirking knowing you'll throw an absolute fit once one of the physios wants to touch whatever limp is hurting at the moment.

A minute later the door opens again and Mearps head appeared

“Luce... Kei.... Help... please? She bit the new physio already” the brown haired keeper pleaded with her teammates

“Rock paper scissors?” Lucy asked raising her eyebrow

“2 out of 3 or at first go?” Keira just asked back already getting ready

“First go... we don't have the time for 2 out of 3” your sister said getting ready as well.

“Okay Bubs... why are you causing trouble again?” your sister sighed as she entered the medic room “And what happened in the first place?”

“I want Keira” you sniffled

“Yeah well... Keira won rock paper scissors so here I am” Lucy shrugged sitting down on the exam table next to you

“Tooney threw the bowling ball on me foot” you whined and Lucy REALLY needed to bite her tongue to not burst out laughing – leave it to Tooney and you to actually get hurt by a bowling ball

“We just wanted to take a look but she wouldn't let us touch her foot” one of the Medics explained to your sister

“It's okay... I got it” your sister smiled as she sat down further down on the table putting your foot into her lap which caused you to whine and try to pull away

“No Bubs... let me look” Lucy said softly starting to undo your laces and carefully pulling your shoe off your sock following just after the shoe

“Okay... I'm no medic but it doesn't look broken...” your sister said looking up at you “We'll just let the pros have a look at it okay Bubs”

You knew it was a rhetorical question but that doesn't mean you couldn't answer anyway

“No no no no no” you shook your head quickly

“Yes... come on Bubs... just a quick once over and we're out of here again – I'll even get you some cookies” Lucy said softly knowing you needed reassurance right now

“Okay... but I want a donut... the chocolate one” you mumbled

“Of course” Lucy chuckled nodding to the medics

Just as she promised they just did a quick once over put some tape on your foot and told Lucy you should keep weight off it for at least 24 hours before sending you on your way again. Your sister knew you would be stubborn about letting her help you so she quickly grabbed you before you could slide down from the table and carried you down the hall

“Lucy let me down” you yelled annoyed as your sister carried you into the common room

“I will...” Lucy said calmly looking for a place to dispose you “Stop wriggling”

“Now...” you grunted trying to get out of your sisters hold

“No...” Lucy grunted back “Kei help”

“Just put her down on the beanbag” the blonde said already coming over

“Keira...” you whined loudly

“Oh Bitsy... what have you done now?” Keira sighed seeing your taped up foot

“Toons just doesn't know how to bowl” you huffed crossing your arms over your chest

“I TOLD you to be careful” the blonde scolded

“I WAS... I stood behind her... ball needs to go forward.. not my fault she doesn't understand the rules” you grumbled back

“I'm really sorry” Tooney said from the table where she got placed down by Mary “gently” (gently means death glare and pointed finger)

“I know you are Toons” you grinned “You got me donut”

“Excuse me??” Keira exclaimed looking at your sister annoyed

“She was good... she deserves one” Lucy defended herself knowing by Keiras look that the blonde didn't agree

“Just like always Lucia” Keira snarled “You don't have to deal with her when she gets all hyperactive because of the sugar – you just sleep or disappear”

“I'll be good Kei... I promise” you said quickly not wanting that Keira and Lucy fight

“I know you Bitsy... you won't... so you can have your donut... tomorrow... and in small pieces” the blonde said strictly

“But...” you started but got shut down immediately by Keiras killer glare “Can I play Lego with Tooney?” you asked instead sheepishly

“You hate Lego” the blonde answered as a matter of fact

“There's nothing else to do” you whined

“You can just leave your ass seated for a hot minute” Keira sighed loudly throwing her arms in the air annoyed

“That's boring” you whined making grabby hands towards Keira

“Seriously Bitsy.... you and Tooney are a guaranteed headache” the blonde said but helped you up nonetheless

“y/n... Tooney... you up for some media contend?” a voice suddenly asked from the door

“YES!!” you and Tooney exclaimed quickly as you tried to hobble away from Keiras prying hands as quick as possible

“Great... we have something fun planned...” the man you named “edit” (because he edits all the contend for the Lionesses social media) grinned widely

“You need my approval” Lucy yelled out just as you and Toons slipped through the door letting it fall shut loudly

“Okay guys... first you gonna introduce yourself and then we gonna explain what you have to do” edit says as if you two did media for the first time

“We know how this works Steve” Ella rolled her eyes

“Okay... then... go” the black haired man said

“Hi guys... I'm Ella Toone” Tooney smiled brightly

“.. and I'm the smarter and better looking Bronze” you grinned into the camera

“You have a name you twat” Ella said hitting your shoulder

“I know I do... but I AM the smarter and better looking Bronze” you huffed back shoving Ella so she nearly fell of the chair

“Okay... so here's what you two will do today” one of the media guys explained from the background “Ella we going to blindfold you and we play a little taste test”

“Why am I getting blindfolded??” Tooney whined loudly while you grinned

“Because you so ugly they don't want their lenses to crack” you laughed

“Shut up” Ella shoved you hard pushing you successfully off your chair and you took the table down with you.

Tooney looked down at you shocked but a second later both of you exploded laughing

“Oh god... we should've paired someone else” one of the media guys said desperately already seeing this go horribly wrong

The staff help you up again and set up the table again before giving you a Lionesses scarf and tell you to cover Ellas eyes with it. After you done your bit and actually tested that Toons really doesn't see anything by pretending to hit her multiple times you grinned happily back into the camera

“What now?” you asked excited as you got handed a take out box

“Now you just have to feed that to Tooney and she has to guess what it is” edit says pointing to the box

You opened the box looked inside and immediately gagged loudly before closing it again.

“What?? What is it??” Ella asked alarmed

You opened the box again and now even just the smell resulted in you gagging even louder (the gag that comes from way down) – you felt like you nearly need to vomit

“y/n... you can't do that... stop gagging” Tooney said seriously already feeling her stomach tighten

“Sorry... but... no... no” you said again pulling your shirt over your nose heaving again

“STOP IIIIIT” Ella whined

“This stuff is making me heave... I can't stop” you gagged again turning away from the take out box “I swear Toons... I would be livid if they made me eat that...”

“Stoooop” Ella now whined desperately “You can't say shit like that and expect me to eat whatever it is”

“Okay... okay...” you breathed deeply reassuring – not Ella but yourself “okay... this isn't gonna be nice okay Toons... just... swallow it... don't taste it just swallow it down... ready?” you asked having a little bit of the brown substance on a wooden spoon

“Fuck me” Toons looked unsure

“Trust me Toons... just... down” you said unsure as you lined up the spoon with roughly Ellas mouth

“But...” as soon as Ella opened her mouth you shoved the spoon into her mouth pulling it out a second later

“Get that away from me” you pushed the take out box harshly so it nearly tumbles off the table before looking at Ella again who actually started to chew a little bit

“Toons... just swallow it... you're not a fucking gourmet” you exclaimed disgusted

“What is it?” Ella asked trying to guess the right flavor

“It's dog food I swear... it looks like the stuff Lucy gives Narla... Caesars or something” you said starting to heave again

“It's not...” Tooney said convinced “It's pâté... or something”

“THAT'S Pâté?” you asked confused since you were sure it was dog food

“It's not Pâté” one of the guys said from behind the camera

“IT'S NOT???!!!” Ella screeched

“Told you... it's dog food” you said offhandly

“It's chicken paste” the guy said

“Oh... oh... it's not bad actually” Tooney said nodding

“No... if you ever bring that near me again I'll break you legs” you gagged loudly again

Half an hour later the two of you left the media room and Tooney helped you hobble down the hallway.

“I swear Toons... it look like dog food” you mumbled needing to concentrate on your good foot

“But it was tasty” the brown haired girl said softly as she held you upright

“Hey” suddenly someone stood in your way

You looked up to see your girlfriend leaning casually against the wall

“Need a lift?” she smiled at you softly

“I would take a ride too” you winked and this time it was Ella who gagged loudly

"You know... I'm just gonna call you Georgiaswifey from now on" Tooney huffed as she helped you onto your girlfriends back

(if you want to see the inspirational video to that media moment of bb and Tooney...

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C0M5xD0oapm/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==)

[comicwritesstuff]

any yandere velvet x fem reader headcanons or oneshots? :3

I got you >:)

Yandere!Velvet x Fem!reader headcanons/one shot

tw! NSFW, cursing, possessiveness, stalking, mentions of death, blood, knifes.

The first time Velvet ever saw you was at a party or an event, at first she wasn't as obsessed, it wasn't until you came up to her and asked her if she wanted to dance, thats when it started.

After that night she started stalking you, since she's so famous and has access to basically anything, it was easy to find you.

So easy to put cameras in your room, all over your house, she was fully aware of how wrong it was, it didn't affect her at all.

She would go into your house at random times, when you were there or not, spraying her perfume on your clothes to get you used to her scent.

After maybe a month or two of stalking she "coincidentally" met you again in a coffee shop.

She got your number and asked if you needed a job, you probably had a job so you declined. So, she offered to double your salary, and with that became Velvet and Veneer's assistant, replacing crimp.

When you start working their, Velvet is definitely rude, always making fun of you and picking you apart, trying to make you feel like you aren't special and that no one likes you.

Veneer would try to be nice to you, but Velvet would but in, telling him to shut up, and, "Stop being so nice to the new assistant, they work for us after all."

At this point your only staying working for them for the money, and once you're almost completely mentally broken down, thats when Velvet makes her move on you.

She'd find you in your room crying after she had yelled at you or something, and completely switch up.

"Oh you poor thing~ was I a bit to harsh? Baby I'm so sorry~" She would say in a fake apologetic voice, cupping you face with her hands wiping your tears away. Hugging you and comforting you. Toying so easily with your emotions, you knew what she was doing but you couldn't stop getting attached to her.

After she comforts you and you stop crying, she'll finally kiss you, passionately and full of lust but just as you give in she pulls away and leaves the room.

After that night she isn't openly as mean to you, but she will say things that don't necessarily sound like insults, but they are.

She is closer to you know, randomly pulling you into empty rooms, and making out with you for a minute or two then leaving.

It goes on for a week or two before one night your in your room, about to sleep and she walks in, going towards your bed and getting on top of you, kissing you.

Your so absorbed in the kiss you didn't realize she brought a knife in the room with her, she she starts stripping your clothes off, you don't even try to argue both because you wanted this and because she wouldn't stop no matter what.

Once all your clothes are off she starts leaving hickeys all over your body, your neck, collarbone, chest, telling you after each one, "You mine now, aren't you." Making you answer yes each time, until she gets to your thigh.

Thats when you notice the knife after she starts carving her name into your thigh.

Obviously you yelp, crying in pain, begging her to stop as she is holding you down.

"It's okay baby, I'm almost done, red looks so pretty on you..." She coos, finishing carving her name and licking the blood off your thigh, you were embarrassed to say it turned you on.

She wiped your tears once again, find gauze or something for the cut. Then as a "reward" for being a good girl, she eats you out, over and over until you physically can't anymore, she stops, gives you a kiss on your forehead and lets you fall asleep on her chest.

Most nights go like that, if she gets jealous or sees you talking to someone she probably hires a hitman or something. She would even kill Veneer if you got to attached to him, she gets jealous of everyone.

And god save you if she finds out you have a partner or if you cheat on her, she would kill them in front of you, make you watch as the life slips out of their eyes, handcuffing you to a wall in an empty room, making you stay the night with your partners lifeless body, teaching you a lesson.

If it came down to it, she would kill you if you deny her, she believes that if she can't have you, no one can.

Velvet would say to you, "I'm the only one who could ever love someone like you." She makes you feel like shit, makes you so dependent on her that you are blind to the abuse and over obsessiveness.

But at the same time, she can tell when your about to break, and each time, right before you do, she builds up your confidence, just so you stay sane.

"Let me see that pretty smile of yours baby~" "Nothing could or would ever come between us, you're mine."

[sophieinwonderland]

Now, why would you dare me to embarrass you and your pals like that?

I appreciate how you wanted my attention so bad you posted me to not one, but two subreddits.

Makes a girl feel special! 🤣

I have actually never seen Wikipedia cited as a source about endogenic plurality. Though I do see anti-endos all the time, when asked for sources, telling people to just Google things.

Anyway, here's @guardianssystem's document filled with academic papers about endogenic plurality:

I've compiled my own, but honestly, theirs is better organized than mine.

And in the interest of fairness, here are all the anti-endo papers debunking endogenic plurality:

Sorry, I forgot. Those don't exist. Oops. 🤷‍♀️

Echo chamber? LOL!

Weren't you the one spouting a bunch of lies on Tumblr, got totally debunked, posted the people who debunked you to r/systemscringe to have a hugbox where fakeclaimers could assure you how the people who contradicted you are all fakers, and then blocked everyone who disagreed with you?

Weren't you also the one who, when shown a quote from an expert in dissociative disorders who worked on the DSM-5 saying that a disorder isn't a disorder if it doesn't cause distress, argued that the people who defined what disorder are must be wrong about that definition?

You're a misinformation machine who can only find support when huddled in cringe subreddits. Don't try to talk about people in echo chambers.

Also, you know most of psychology is just... listening to people? That's how it's been as long as the field existed. DID (or MPD at the time) was a recognized disorder since long before the first brain scans were conducted on DID patients. It's saying something though when basically every single scientist who has ever researched endogenic plurality has said they believe it's a real thing, or that it could be. While absolutely zero academic papers have expressed that it's fake.

There is also an fMRI study into tulpa systems that's been in the works, but results have yet to be published.

Sure, if that's what you'd like me to call you, Crazy. 😊

Anyway, Crazy, you should know that just because you personally find something scary doesn't mean everyone will or that the thing is bad. Personal preferences are a thing.

In a study of tulpamancers though, most generally reported their lives becoming better after the practice.

78% reported improvements in their mental health, and 91% on overall life.

There are many out there who would jump at the chance to have someone there with them that knows them intimately, and to never have to be alone again.

If it's not for you, then so be it.

But it's certainly not something to be afraid of.

And maybe, for those who are willing to commit to the practice while America struggles with an epidemic of loneliness, it's something worth being open to.

This is actually pretty fair.

But that's now, and I'm looking at course of history and trends of plural acceptance.

300 years ago, any plural would be viewed as demon possessed and end up tortured or killed for their plurality.

70 years ago, all plurality was seen as a mental illness, and it was common to force plurals, as well as anyone else associated with mental illnesses, into asylums.

30 years ago, the first real plural communities were able to connect on the internet and form in small numbers.

8 years ago, the first studies into endogenic plurality started being conducted. 4 years ago, the ICD-11 acknowledged that you could have multiple distinct personality states without a disorder. 2023 marked the first, but certainly not the last, time a system used their system name as an author of an academic paper.

Recently, new plural resources have been designed and put into use. More servers than ever are using Pluralkit. And Simply Plural went from 100k users at the end of 2021 to 210k at the end of 2022.

Progress is happening far more rapidly than you realize. And you had best be ready for it.

BOO! 👻

Oh, hey, I just realized... this is literal pluralphobia!

Liberté!

Egalité!

Fraternité!

And yes, The Future is Plural! 😜

[yngtort]

Number 25

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

Xfem!reader you’re a photography major, working for the schools news letter and this weeks paper features the schools star football player, lee minho. What happens when minho gets a little interest in the person behind the camera? A/n : i got inspired to write this after watching the mv for super bowl :,). It’s so hard being ot8. Sorry for any typos!

Youve never really watched sports, let alone played one. You were a homebody, lazying around and sleeping are usually the only things in your schedule. 

So when you’re forced to follow around jocks for a day, you felt like you were gonna die. It was scorching hot and you were on a field, trying to get nice pictures of the football team during practice. the school news letter, where you were doing a paid internship, had basically begged you to take on this report. Becuase you were in fact, one of the best photographers they had at the moment.

You accepted it, thinking that I wouldn’t be that bad. But boy, were you wrong.

“How are they still going?” You said as you watched from the bleachers. Just seeing them run made you feel exhausted. You were already sweating bullets and you were just sitting there.

From one player, to another, the ball flew through the sky like a plane. You held your camera to your face, zooming in on the guy with the number 25 on his back. He had the ball in his clutch as he zipped passed the others.

Click, click, click.

You snapped a few pictures and moved the camera back to look at the outcome. They were pretty good. You caught him, mid throw. His arm was cocked back, hair pushed from his eyes and you could just see the raw determination in them.

standing up, you walked to yourself on to the field. A closer shot like that would be perfect for the front page of the paper.

You watched through the lense, still following player 25. He got a hold of the ball again, this time nearing the touchdown line. The others tried to grab him, but he swiftly dodged them. He had the agility of a cat, jumping and crossing his teammates.

click, click

Finger hitting the button on its own, you kept snapping as many picture as you could as he reached his touch down. You watched as he smiled victoriously and you couldn’t stop the ends of your lips from curling.

Just as you were about to pull the camera from your face, Number 25 turned in your direction. He looked directly into the camera before throwing up a piece sign and showcasing the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

Click.

as the practice continued on, you made sure to snap pictures of the team. But you just couldn’t keep your eyes off that guy. The amount of pictures you took of him, was insane. If this wasn’t your job, someone would’ve assumed you were some kind of stalker.

you figured you had taken enough pictures for the day and started packing your things. you had back your turned to the field, so you weren’t able to notice a certain jock walking up to you.

“Yo, camera girl.” You whipped your head around at the sudden voice, eyes going round once you realized who it was.

“Um, yes?” Number 25 smiled, taking a step towards you and you automatically felt intimidated.

“Could I take a peek at the pictures you took? I wanna make sure you got my good side.” He said with a wink.

The heat rushed to your face. There was no way you were going to allow him to see the embarrassing amount of pictures you took of him.

“T-they’re not that good..” your eyes darted off to the side. He asked you few more times, only to get rejected every attempt.

The jock clicked his tongue before swiftly taking the camera from your hands. You reached out for it but he just took your hand into his and pulled you to the bleachers. “Stop being dramatic, it’s almost like you’re hiding something.” He said and you could feel your heart sink.

you watched in horror as he went through the pictures silently. He swiped until he got to the very last picture. The one of him posing after his touchdown.

“This is..” he trailed off, turning to look at you and your heart was doing jumping jacks. “The best pictures I’ve ever seen of my self.”

You felt relief, wash over you. You were more than glad he didn’t think you were come weird. Even if he was just ignoring it, you were still grateful.

“Do you ever take pictures of yourself?” He asked, resting his elbow on his knees. His chin sat on his palm as he looked up at you curiously.

“Nope.” You shook your head.

“that’s a shame. You’re pretty cute.”

You blinked, not knowing how to respond. “Thank you?”

“Have more confidence, camera girl. ” he chuckled as he sat up, grabbing your camera from beside him. “And you have talent. You took so many pictures of me. Do you like me or something?”

It was like he had no filter and said the first thing that popped up in his mind. Just as you were starting to forget about those damn photos.

He could care less about how embarrassed you were, teasing you as he waved the camera in your face. You snatched it away, face going up in flames.

A wide grin stretched across his face. “Sorry. didn’t mean to make you mad there, camera girl.” He held his hands up in defense.

“You know I have name right, number 25?” You quipped back.

“Cute.” He stood up in front of you, holding his hand out. “Lino.”

“y/n.” You took his hand and he pulled you up from your seat. Maybe he had used a little to much force because you ended pressed against him.

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?” Lino snaked his arms around your waist, smirking.

“You’re out of your mind.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

[figurativefriend]

I don't hear dyscalculia talked about much but it's life ruining.

Every time I ever tried counting to 100 I'd always end up skipping a bunch of numbers.

Counting, addition, subtraction are all difficult.

I can't use multiplication or division or any complex math. God forbid you add letters in there.

I was always way too early for everything or incredibly late. Sometimes comically late.

Numbers time amounts, it all means nothing to me. Less then nothing, I can't imagine it at all.

It's embarrassing to say the least that it takes me, an adult, on average about 5 mins to likely incorrectly answer 6x8.

If I ever thought I got the answer right first try my previous failures at even the most basic math causes me to second guess myself and then get it wrong anyway.

I tried so hard to get anything other then an F and detention for being so incapable of doing math in school. I eventually just stopped trying. I resented math because I didn't get it.

I dropped out in 8th-9th grade because I was being let off easy the past years and "made up" my failing grades in summer school every year I attended school, until they decided to just hold me back in class, attempted to put me in special education, and made me to drop out of band class because I kept failing math so incredibly bad. I just couldn't do it anymore. I dropped out. I tried to get my G.E.D. 3 times before I gave up.

It still haunts me to this day how some math teachers were so unwilling to find a diffrent way to teach me instead of just punishing me for my incompetence. It was unfair how many times I got left in class alone while everyone played or even went to lunch without me because I was stupider then everyone else.

I'm irrationally afraid of even trying to interact with the subject. The mental blockade my anxiety about it makes everything worse too.

Though a love for worldbuilding has me pulling up the calculator some days. And nothing a good old timer can't fix time blindness and some time related anxieties. It still sucks man. We have got to be nicer to dumb people. I'm being so genuine. If someone's bad at something maybe find out why and help them instead of being a dick about it.

[mamaspeckles]

Would it be okay to request some velvet x blind!reader headcanons? Can be SFW or NSFW, whatever you’d rather write!

Hello my love I am so sorry for such a long wait! Of course I can do this for you! I am partially blind(I have low vision but I can sorta see) and seeing this request just pulls at my heart strings❣️ I hope you enjoy reading this because I enjoyed making this! PS! I only wrote SFW Headcanons because I got brain rot near the end so no NSFW for this one sorry:( but if you request for NSFW again I will work on it!

Velvet x Blind!Reader SFW

CHARACTER IS 18+

☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾

-when it comes to velvet, she can be quite the aggressive and straightforward- she has always been stubborn and hardheaded, and often at times struggles to comprehend you being blind. Sometimes, she finds it extremely stressful and difficult to find the right words to console you. She feels the need to walk on eggshells with you around in case she says the wrong things.- but as time goes by and she sees your overpowering determination, she grows respect for your will to strive.

-velvet had went from 0 to 100 in a one month- she had become territorial over you and had grown a strong urge to protect you and baby you for your disability.

-once you started dating the pop-star, she made it her number one goal to do everything for you, no matter the circumstances. You want to cook something? Oh, don’t be ridiculous, velvet will kick you out of the kitchen and make you a delicious meal! She doesn’t want her lover accidentally burning themselves or setting the house to ablaze.

-velvet had paid a professional to fix your apartment to make it look nicer for her eyes but also to furnish it for your safety- she had every sharp corner or dangerous object in the apartment changed and basically baby-proofed your home.

-velvet is a show-off, especially because of her career of being a mega-star in Mount Rageon.- but when it comes to her showing you off in front of the flashing lights and fans, that is a big no-go.

MEETING FAMILY HEADCANONS :

-“velvet?” “Yes, babe?” “Are you embarrassed to be with me?” “What makes you say that?” “You never introduced me to your friends or family..”

-velvet’s face dropped at your words; she could start to taste the vulnerability seething off your body and lips. She felt terrible that you felt that way. - she cursed herself in her mind for making you think and feel like you were embarrassing to be with. “No no, babe..I’m not embarrassed! I just wasn’t sure if you even wanted to meet anyone from my side..they can be..overbearing..”

-but she would do anything for her beautiful partner to be happy, and with all the guilt velvet had felt, she made a mutual agreement with her family to have you meet them- when you went with her to her family’s house, you were greeted by veneer, who you had met countless times before, and he was very pleased to see you with velvet at his house.- later that evening, you met velvet’s mother and father. Velvet had described her mother as a old women with dull blue eyes, pale skin, and faded out green hair whilst her father as a old man with dark green hair with dull ice blue eyes.

-I should add that when velvet said her family is overbearing, she meant it as they are too helpful- her parents and even veneer were quick to offer you help and even a tour around the house.- they had trailed you around their house and started describing your surroundings in the most abrupt way possible.

☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾☾

I TRIED IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD 😭

[bloodynereid]

hiya! I'd like to make a request! being a roadie for daisy jones and the six (helping with the setup and things of the stage and instruments) and warren falling in love with you because you're always helping him with his drum kit (fem pronouns and I don't mind if you make it a one shot or head cannons, whatever feels best for you!! tysm!!)

Comets Ricochet

pairing: warren rhodes/rojas x fem! reader

a/n: hiii anon! sry for taking AGES to write up this request but I hope you enjoy what I did end up writing. (requests are open btw I'm getting back into writing so hopefully I'll be able to get back to you sooner - also feel free to just send in thoughts or if you feel like chatting)

tw: none ig? swearing, drinking mentions, kind of cheesy (i'm so in love with this man okay???), fluff

description: who knew making the wrong turn in search for your best friend's house would lead to this?

Y/N: Oh ok hi? Is this thing on? Wow alrighty then soooo where would you like me to start?

Interviewer: How about when you first met The Six?

Y/N: So you don’t want to know anything about my early life. Well now I’m offended. *You send a teasing smile at the camera before taking a sip of some coke at your side.* Right it was a really hot night, something you come to expect when living in California…

Carefully adjusting your tank top and wiping some sweat off your neck you rang the doorbell at what was meant to be your best friend’s new house. For some reason she had decided that moving to Laurel Canyon was going to help with the writing of her novel and you fully supported her… which is why you brought along enough champagne to fill a small pond to her housewarming party.

You could vividly remember the phone call from just this morning, her voice distorted by the receiver basically begging you to come.

“Please! I’ll even set you up with one of the guys from my yoga class.”

“You do know that’s going to turn me off going even more.”

“Come onnn. I’m sure you will meet some hot literature professor or something, just please promise me that you’ll come.”

“Okay fine fine! I give up, see you at 6.”

After no answer you huffed and then proceeded to lean on the doorbell until suddenly angry shouting was heard over by the garage area. Furrowing your eyebrows you peaked over the side of the house only to see an admittedly really attractive curly haired man walking towards you with an annoyed look on his face. Since when did Bev have hot friends? Other than you of course.

“Can I help you?”

Warren: This random chick showed up at our porch during one of our practice sessions and holy shit she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

“Yeah uh hi. I’m looking for Beverly.”

“Beverly?” 

“Yeah Beverly Stewart? This is her housewarming party…”. 

When the guy’s face continued to hold a mask of complete confusion you were absolutely certain you had made a mistake. It wasn’t your fault though the roads all basically looked the same.

“Oh yeah I think you’ve got the wrong house.”

“Great! Ok sorry for interrupting whatever you guys were doing. I’ll be off then.” 

The guy’s face had morphed from being confused to smiling over the course of the conversation and god he had a really pretty smile. You felt your whole body start to heat up, which only seemed to add to the embarrassment you were already feeling.

“Wait! Do you know the house number or name? I’m actually just finishing up practice so I could help you find it.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“No, no I insist. When a beautiful lady is in distress I’m obliged to help.” That comment would usually have you scoffing but he said with such an annoying degree of charm it almost infuriated you.

“Ok if you’re sure I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all, I’ll just head inside to let the rest of the band know I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Band?”

“Yeah I’m part of The Six.”

“Oh I’ve seen your flyers around town, I meant to check you guys soon.”

“Well darling you can check me out anytime.” 

The man gave you a teasing smile as you rolled your eyes before quickly popping back into the garage and coming back out basically a second later. The entire time you were just mentally thanking Bev for making her come to her housewarming party.

Y/N: So yeah I met Warren first and I kind of became their unofficial then official roadie. And I loved it, even if I didn’t desperately need a job I would have quit any other job in a heartbeat for the band.

Rod Reyes: Y/N was a fast learner, she was better at managing the whole on the road situation in the first week than some of the guys I kept under employment.

Y/N: I warmed to the band quickly but ever since that first meeting Warren and I just sort of gravitated towards each other.

You were crouching next to the drum set, taking your time to make sure it was all being carefully put away. In your intense focus you barely realized when a large hand carefully landed on your shoulder. You shot up like someone possessed and nearly tripped over the drum kit if it wasn’t for a pair of hands catching you by the shoulders.

“Christ Y/N are you okay?” You twirled around to face the drummer whose face was covered in a concerned expression as his hands fell away from your shoulders.

“Fucking hell Warren. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” You playfully punched him in the arm after getting over the fright of your life. “I thought everyone left already.”

“Yeah well I wasn’t really in the mood for a party tonight.”

“You? Not in the mood for a party? Warren, is that really you or have the aliens swapped your body somehow?” You smiled, slightly mockingly, as you started poking his cheek.

“Haha, very funny. I just wanted to see what my favorite girl was up to okay? Is there something wrong with that?” 

A string in your heart twinged at the words “my favorite girl” and you could feel your face lighting up in a smile, which Warren quickly returned - easily making you lose your breath again.

“Nothing wrong with that at all.”

That was when you saw something change in his eyes. Like a little spark was ignited and he came to some sort of realization. You felt as if you were the only two people in the world, almost like a spotlight was thrown on the two of you leaving the rest of the stage dark. Warren trailed his knuckles down the side of your cheek, outlining your cheekbone and then your chin before coming to rest on your jaw.

“Would you hit me if I kissed you right now?”

“I’ll hit you if you don’t.” 

Warren’s face lit up and he cradled your face as you both started to lean into each other. When your lips met his it was like millions of comets crossed the sky in that very moment. Your body surged with energy and love as you tossed your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

“Hey! Y/N do you have the kit ready for me?” You quickly disconnected your lips from Warren’s and swiveled around to face a smirking Rod. 

“Uhh not yet.”

“Well maybe Warren can help you with it, he is the drummer after all.” Rod sent you a wink before disappearing backstage.

“Now where were we, sweetheart?” Warren asked as he looked at you with a teasing smirk, but his true feelings were given away by his eyes. They twinkled with adoration and an emotion you were certain was also visible in your eyes, love.

“I think we were right around here.”

Y/N: So yeah I ended up finding not only my career but also the love of my life. *Your head turns to look off camera and a blinding smile fills the frame as you look at your husband.*

Y/N Rhodes is one of the most sought out for tour managers in the business today. She currently lives in LA with her husband, Warren Rhodes (former drummer for Daisy Jones & The Six) and their daughters Sophie and Laura alongside their many dogs. She will be co-managing the tour for the newly reunited Daisy Jones & The Six with Rod Reyes.

lmk what you think in the comments ly

[suckerforcate]

Can I please request a Larissa Weems x Daughter

Who is a bit of an airhead like me! If Larissa said paint the town red as a metaphor reader will go try paint the town red literally to try and make her mother happy.

Airhead

Pairing: Larissa Weems x daughter!reader

Word Count: 947

Warning: none I think

A/n: I really liked this idea and I've taken your example with the "paint the town red". Hope you like it!!! <3

All you wanted was to make your mother happy. At all times. Ever since you were eight years old and your mum had left the two of you. Larissa, of course, was a strong woman. She bit her way through the pain to be there for you, but you saw her weak moments. The moments no one else saw in which she thought it wouldn't work, she was being a terrible mother, or she would be alone forever.

So the little eight-year old (Y/n) made it her mission to make her mother happy, no matter the cost. The only problem was just that you could be quite mindless at times, some would say you're an airhead. You weren't stupid, not at all. Your grades were amazing, you could explain hard science with an ease, but you were rather life-stupid. If that's what you could call it. You took everything too literal and sometimes questioned your mother about basic things. How do you use a coffee machine again?

So often your mother told you things, metaphorically, and you took it absolutely literally.

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Just last week your mother had told you about something she was very passionate about and jade used the idiom "It's the best thing since sliced bread." You were bad with idioms and metaphors in general, you had no chance with British ones.

"Mum, I'm not sure sliced bread is that great. So doesn't seem like you're as passionate about it as you claim." Larissa loved you, but sometimes she could kill you.

"(Y/n), I didn't mean that literally. It's an idiom in England." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, sorry mum." She chuckled, slightly amused at your mindlessness.

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And that's how you had gotten yourself in this rather stupid situation.

You're mum had talked to you, she said you would spend too much time at home. Truth be told you didn't like going out and rather spend time with her. But she wanted you to leave and said, I quote: "Go paint the town red or something.". And with that she had shoved you out the door.

You did think it was a little strange that she wanted you to paint the town red, but if it made her happy, you'd do it.

Right in the middle of painting the town red (Yeah, you were that stupid) a very nice lady came up to you and introduced herself as Aviva.

"Could I ask, how old exactly are you and why on earth are you painting the wall." She chuckled a bit, you liked her. She didn't scold you for it, she was just being nice. But the age question did hurt. You were 16, you just looked like a 12-year-old. So you told her, and you also told her what your mum had said.

"Darling, I don't think she meant that literally."

"Oh crap, I already thought something like that." Aviva laughed and thought for a second.

"Do you want me to call your mum? You have paint all over you, I think you'd better don't touch a phone." Embarrassed you looked down your body and at your hands. Apparently you also couldn't paint.

"That would be really nice." You told her where your phone was, and she called Larissa.

While waiting for your mum, Aviva helped you clean up the wall. Thankfully you hadn't come very far, most of the paint had found its way onto you. Aviva had also given you her number, if you'd ever need someone to call in town.

As your mum arrived, you knew she was angry just by the way she got out of the car. She did spare you the humiliation of yelling at you in front of Aviva, but as you sat in the car, doors closed and Aviva out of sight she wasn't to stop.

"What have I done wrong? Why can't you just be a normal child, doing normal teenage-stuff. Other mothers pick up their child in the middle of the night, wasted. I have to pick you up because you painted a wall red, how old are you? Eight?" That hit hard, you were eight when you decided to make her happy. She wasn't happy, at all. And it was your fault.

"I'm sorry, mum." Your voice came out thin through the silent tears. At that she finally looked at you, shocked that you were crying.

"Honey, come here. I'm sorry for what I said, I was too harsh." You shook your head.

"It's not that, you're right. I do act like a child, but I just wanted to make you happy. When mum left," hurt flashed through her eyes. You didn't talk about this often, "I decided that I wanted to make you happy, always. And in my eight-year-old brain that meant doing whatever you said, if it made you happy. And I know I take things to literal, but I just always want to make you laugh. After mum-, after she left I didn't see you laugh a lot." Larissa was stunned, she never knew there was so much thought behind your mindlessness. She was also very moved.

"Oh Darling, thank you. I'm very moved that you'd do that for me, but it's not your job to make me happy. You should focus on your own happiness." You smiled at her.

"But I'm happy, if you're happy. And please don't force me to go out again, I'd much rather spend my time with you. You're my best friend." Larissa had to blink away a few tears.

"I have done nothing wrong with you, you turned out quite alright." You chuckled into her chest, having been pulled into a tight hug.

[hanilessa]

before reading please pay attention to the series masterlist, to make sure you have read the previous chapters!

your likes, reblogs and replies are greatly appreciated! i hope you like it, enjoy reading!

HALF AN HOUR FOR LOVE — Childe x F!Reader Chapter 9. Three little foxes

You sighed tiredly and, with irritation in your eyes, looked at the person who, with an absolutely unperturbed look, told you that right now there were no free official cars on the company’s territory. This upset you a lot, because you were instructed by your boss to deliver important documents to the marketing department of the enterprise with which your company cooperated.

You were supposed to give those documents to the person you were working with, and the two of you had a meeting that was supposed to happen in two hours. You had absolutely no time for such hitches, and you continued to persuade the man to check again if there is a free car.

The man just snorted and turned around to go to his office and check it out.

For the most part, the last five days have passed quietly and without incident. The work that you had to do occupied all your thoughts, so you forgot to think about the unhappy stranger from the cafe and about Aether, with whom you had an appointment in the near future. Now you made a remark to yourself that you really need to focus on work.

But something definitely prevented you from concentrating on your work. Or rather, someone. You already regretted giving Tartaglia your phone number when he asked you about it, arguing his request with the words: "What if something happens to you again? I know how clumsy you are. You can't even take a step without me."

In your mind, you mimicked his way of speaking and put on a wry smirk, exactly the same as he did at that moment. You snorted. Blockhead! You're capable of anything without him! You made a satisfied face at your thoughts and nodded your head.

And okay, if he called or wrote to you on really important issues. No, every damn time he sent you a bunch of pointless messages and posts asking a lot of stupid questions. So basically you ignored his messages, but later on you had to listen to him whine in the cafeteria where he usually found you because you forbade him to come to your office because he interfered with your work.

You thought he acted like a child. You giggled, momentarily forgetting. Childe is like a child. Funny play on words. You wonder, who gave him that nickname?

Fortunately for you, today he didn't send you any messages and didn't distract you from work. You saw his black car in the parking lot when you got to work. And you were a little surprised that Tartaglia was unusually calm and non-clinging today. Did he have some important job or meeting?

Was it the calm before the storm? Or are you just get imaginative? You chose not to focus on it. You think about him too often, even when he's not around. Your cheeks blushed, and you hurried to pat your cheeks to remove this annoying embarrassment. What a wrong time…

You noticed, that the man was returning from his office, and looked hopefully into his eyes. He looked tired and obviously unhappy that you were too pushy. The man scratched the back of his head and spoke to you in a rough bass voice.

"I'm really sorry, miss, but there are no cars available right now. All cars are occupied."

You frowned in annoyance and bit your lip, clutching a folder with documents in your hands. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at your wristwatch, noting that there was only an hour and a half left before the meeting. What should you do? You realized that you were completely desperate when an idea came to your mind. You looked at the man.

"Then maybe…" You said, shifting from foot to foot. "Will you take me there in your car?"

The man was taken aback, already extremely annoyed by your assertiveness.

"Listen, miss…"

"But I really need to be in time for this meeting, don’t you understand?!"

"What's going on here?" You heard from behind and felt someone's big hand on your waist.

At first you were taken aback by such impudence, but when you noticed the ginger head out of the corner of your eye, you relaxed. And then you scolded yourself. When did this behavior become the norm for the two of you? Publicly show affection for each other? Sure, the two of you have become friends, but still, these actions are mostly for lovers, not friends. Your cheeks flushed red.

"Mister Tartaglia!" The man said excitedly when he saw the owner of the company, clearly not expecting to meet him in person.

"What's going on, princess?" The ginger man pulled you slightly closer to him, looking at the man who was standing in front of the two of you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked discontentedly and, twisting away from Childe's arms, looked sullenly at him. "Don't you have your own job?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise when he received such a rude response from you, but then the ginger man smiled slyly, noticing a bright red blush on your cheeks. He understood that you were embarrassed.

"Come on, baby." He smirked, glancing at the other man out of the corner of his eye. "I was just passing by and noticed that you have some problems. And, as your valiant knight on a white horse, I bravely decided to help you."

Your eye twitched as he said those words, and you were about to taunt him back when you heard someone call your name. You turned around and noticed Yoimiya running excitedly towards you, waving some papers in her hands. When the girl finally ran up to you, she took a breath and looked into your eyes with a slight fright.

"It's good that you're still here, Y/n!" Slightly interrupting her words due to her breath, she said. "You forgot invoice from accounting! I was afraid you had already left."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise and opened the folder with the documents, running your eyes over it and checking the presence of all the necessary documents, and noticed that you really forgot to take the invoice.

"You're right…" You sighed, accepting the document from Yoimiya's hand with a grateful look and placing it in the folder with the rest of the documents. "Thank you, Yoimiya!"

"You're welcome!" Your friend smiled, after which she noticed Tartaglia and bowed slightly to him as a sign of respect. "Hello, mister Tartaglia."

"Hello." The man nodded as his curious gaze flickered from Yoimiya to you. "You never explained to me what happened to you. Where do you need to go?"

You sighed and replied, "I need to deliver these documents to our partner, but there are no available company cars at the enterprise at the moment. The meeting is scheduled to start in an hour and a half, but I won't have time to walk or use public transport."

Your shoulders slumped and you sobbed sadly. You didn't want to let your boss down at all.

"I don't know how I can make it to this meeting."

"How could you forget about your knight on a white horse? You upset me, princess …" Tartaglia made an upset face and, winking, looked at you.

"What?" You asked slightly annoyed, looking in his direction and angrily crossing your arms over your chest. "I don’t care about your jokes right now, you know?"

"I'll take you there." Without thinking for a second, the ginger man said.

You froze in your place, not believing his words. You were a little taken aback by how confident his words sounded. He said it without thinking at all. As if he had nothing more important than to get you to the other side of the city, spending his time and effort on it. Your heart began to beat faster, but you immediately put your thoughts in order and hurried to speak.

"You don't have to do this!" You said categorically, turning away from him with the intention of going to meet your partner on foot. "I don't want to distract you from your work."

The ginger man only sighed heavily and grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him and pressing you against his hard chest.

"I'll start the car and wait for you." He whispered in your ear, and you felt your legs buckle at his hoarse voice and goosebumps ran down your skin. "And you carefully check if you forgot anything else, and come to me when you're ready."

Then Childe let go of you and, without saying another word, went to his car, leaving you alone. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, your thoughts were tangled in your head like a ball of yarn a cat was playing with. And you couldn't get hold of even one of those thoughts. You could only helplessly press the folder with documents to your chest and look at the wide back of Tartaglia, who gradually moved farther and farther away from you.

There was a slight chuckle next to you. You shuddered and turned to your friend. Yoimiya smiled slyly at you, a twinkle of mischief shone in her golden eyes.

"Don't miss your chance." She said and winked at you as she turned around to walk towards office.

"W-what?" Your cheeks blushed even more, and you excitedly shouted after your friend, "What a chance?"

"You know very well what I'm talking about." Yoimiya answered and disappeared through the door to the building.

You could only look after her in confusion and listen to how loudly and quickly your heart beats in your chest. You pursed your lips, biting hard on the soft skin of your lips. What was she talking about?

On trembling legs, you walked up to Tartaglia's car, opened the door and, sitting on the soft leather seat, slammed the car door, causing the ginger man to flinch for a moment, as if he had previously been absorbed in some important thoughts. Smoothing out the wrinkles in your clothes, you awkwardly turned towards the window and looked at the company building.

"You know you shouldn't waste your time on my business?" You grunted, only to break the silence in the car. "Don't you have your own job?"

"Today I had only one meeting with potential partners, and it has already ended." The man said as he twisted the steering wheel and pulled out of his company's parking lot. "So why don't you just silently accept my help?"

You would have been indignant at the rudeness of his last phrase, but decided not to provoke the man into an argument anymore, realizing that this would still lead to nothing. Yes, both of you were still those stubborn ones.

And maybe it was another common trait of your character.

"So where should I take you?" The man asked as he stopped the car as the traffic light turned red.

"Knights of Favonius." You answered while looking out the car window. "I hope you know where this company is located."

The ginger man just nodded, and you two fell silent again. It seemed to you that he was thinking about something, and you also decided to think a little about what happened a few minutes ago between the two of you.

It was embarrassing enough, but what annoyed you the most was the fact that Yoimiya also saw what happened between you and Tartaglia. Now you definitely can’t get away from her questions and stupid jokes.

What's more, Childe looked completely unruffled, just like the time you and he got into that awkward situation of flour on your cheek in your kitchen. Sometimes you marveled at the equanimity of this man, but at the same time you envied him to some extent. You wanted to assess the situation soberly and treat such things calmly too.

You tried to listen to your mind, but the feelings always returned to your heart, which threatened to jump out of your chest just from one look at the ginger man who was now sitting next to you and driving a car.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and noticed that his face was serious and focused, as if he really cared about your business and the work you had to do.

You might think that he has changed somewhat since you first met. Aside from his silly jokes and teasing, Childe has become much nicer to you than when you two met.

To some extent, you wanted to know what caused such a dramatic change.

While you were in your thoughts, you didn't notice how the car drove up to a large building that looked a bit like a medieval castle. You noted that these people really had a taste in architecture. You have always liked this style of art and architecture. This made a big impression on you, and so you excitedly hurried out of the car without even waiting for Childe.

The man snorted in displeasure and also got out of the car to escort you to a meeting with a partner of his company. Unlike you, Tartaglia didn't share the special joy of being in this place. The fact that you had to meet another man kindled the fire of a hitherto unknown feeling in his chest. Just like the moment you met Aether.

For some reason, your happy smile didn't warm his heart at all now, your joyful mood didn't make him feel better. Was this place the reason for this? Or the person you were supposed to meet?

When the two of you finally made it to the meeting room, the secretary asked you two to wait a bit. You sat in an armchair by the window, and Tartaglia sat opposite you and crossed his legs, turning away from you and looking out the window. You would assume that he was unhappy about something, but you decided not to tease him.

And now, five minutes later, the door to the office finally opened, and a young man entered the office. He looked handsome and commanded respect. His blue eyes had a slight greenish tinge, and his gray hair fell down to his shoulders. The man looked around and when his gaze settled on you, he smiled friendly and came closer.

You immediately stood up and smiled friendly.

"Hello, miss Y/n." Said the man, shaking your hand gallantly. "I hope you got here without incident."

"Hello, mister Albedo." You greeted the man and tried to keep up small talk. "Yes, we didn't have any problems on the way here."

"We?" Albedo was genuinely surprised, after which he finally noticed Tartaglia, who was sitting in a chair by the window and knitting his brows. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't see you."

The ginger man got up from his seat and approached you and Albedo, fixing a piercing gaze on the other man.

"Childe Tartaglia." He said and reluctantly shook hands with Albedo. "Owner of Zapolyarny Palace."

The gray-haired man was genuinely surprised at first, but then his face turned into a smiling expression again. You glanced nervously at Childe, but he ignored your gaze and continued to look at Albedo.

"It's not often to see the owner of the company coming to a meeting of ordinary workers." The young man was sincerely surprised, looking at you with his greenish eyes.

"We have a special case." Tartaglia replied sharply, annoyed that Albedo was paying too much attention to you.

You gasped indignantly, your eyebrows met at the bridge of your nose, and dirty insults appeared on your tongue. You thought that steam will come out of your ears, but when Albedo invited you two to sit down at the table and start negotiations, Childe pushed you to the table and you had to calm down.

You threw an annoyed look at the ginger man, letting him know that this conversation wasn't over yet. Tartaglia caught your eye, and when Albedo turned away from the two of you for a few seconds, Childe slyly smiled at you and winked. You flared up angrily. You will definitely remind him of this!

In general, the negotiations were very successful, you and Albedo discussed all the important issues and agreements between your two companies and came to a general agreement. You could feel absolutely comfortable if, during your conversation with Albedo, Tartaglia didn't interfere in this.

He asked a lot of questions about cooperation between companies, and if it weren't for your annoyance that he disrupts your negotiations, you would even be surprised at how well he understands the affairs of the company.

In your head, his bold image of a bad guy who doesn't care about anything but parties and money is very firmly entrenched. And the moment he spoke to Albedo it seemed to you that you began to recognize him from a new side.

Therefore, you were quite surprised when you saw that some of Childe's questions took Albedo by surprise.

But, nevertheless, the man with gray hair behaved confidently and answered Tartaglia's questions with the utmost calmness and prudence.

And Albedo sincerely tried to ignore Childe's sharp gaze as you stepped closer to him to sign your signature on the documents.

When the negotiations were finally over, the ginger man let out a breath of relaxation as he stood behind you and watched you exchange pleasantries with Albedo. Tartaglia has never wanted anything more than to end this conversation so that both of you can leave company of partner as soon as possible.

He was very annoyed at Albedo's attention to you, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't suppress feeling irritated that settled in his chest, and he couldn't help but insert his snarky word in the middle of a conversation every time Albedo asked you a question.

It was an overwhelming relief for him when you finally left your signature on the documents, letting him know that this meeting was finally over.

"Thank you for your cooperation, miss Y/n." The gray-haired man said politely before turning his eyes to the ginger man. "Mister Tartaglia."

Childe nodded, but said no more.

You smiled and said, "I look forward to our continued partnership, mister Albedo."

Tartaglia gritted his teeth and immediately pushed you towards the door. You gasped excitedly, not even having time to object. Albedo raised his eyebrow mockingly as the ginger man turned to him and said.

"I'm sorry, this young lady still has a lot of work to do, we are in a hurry now, so forgive us for such a hasty farewell. Goodbye!"

Albedo only chuckled as the door slammed shut behind you two, leaving him alone in the office. You snorted indignantly, trying to escape from Tartaglia's cuddle, but he firmly held your hand, continuing to lead you towards the exit of the building. Sometimes you didn’t understand at all what was going on in the head of this man.

You looked sullenly out the window, arms crossed over your chest, not wanting to talk to a man at all. Childe drove a car, glancing in your direction out of the corner of his eye and noticing how sweetly you puffed your cheeks.

"Princess, you shouldn't frown like that, or your pretty face will soon get wrinkles." Tartaglia said cheerfully, smiling slyly as always.

"Shut up." You grunted and then turned your attention to him. "Do you want to explain anything to me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about!"

"Hm…" He made a surprised expression as he put his finger to his lips and looked uncomprehending before looking at you defiantly with his blue eyes flashing. "I don’t understand at all, baby. Could you explain to me?"

You, irritated and angry, replied, "What did you mean by "we have a special case"?"

"Ah, you talk about it…" The man chuckled, making an innocent face. "I, as your esteemed boss, just decided to test your negotiating skills and help you conduct professional negotiations. That's very generous of me, don't you think? Why don't you thank me?"

Tartaglia smirked slyly, watching your face turn red with anger.

"For example, a kiss would be a wonderful reward."

Your cheeks flushed brightly.

"The only reward you will get from me is a slap." You hissed, snorting and turning away from Tartaglia.

The man laughed out loud.

"Okay, okay, a kiss on the cheek would be enough."

You fell silent, no longer wanting to continue the conversation with him. You were attracted by the sight of the city that flashed past the car window, and you enthusiastically watched how small houses were replaced by big houses outside the window, and how gradually the car returned to a richer area of ​​the city.

Childe glanced at you one more time, making sure you relaxed, and turned his gaze back to the road. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable in his company. Therefore, he always tried to create a relaxed atmosphere between the two of you, constantly joking and smiling.

He thought you might like it. All the women he had to deal with were always fascinated by his flirtatious and teasing behavior, but you didn't seem to care at all. When he joked, you only got angry, blushed and embarrassed. You were a tough nut for Tartaglia, which he must to crack and make his own.

But sometimes it was insanely difficult to do. For example, when you met other men. He didn't understand where this feeling came from, which corroded all his organs with a burning hatred for any man who approached you. Childe had never experienced this before, and he must to figure out where these feelings could come from in his chest and what caused it.

Meanwhile, you began to notice that the buildings began to replace tall trees, and it seemed to you that the car had left the city. The car has been driving along a country road for a long time. You stared at Childe with a question in your eyes.

"Where are we going?"

"Let's just say I promised someone that you will meet them…" The ginger man said timidly, lightly gripping the steering wheel with his hands.

You froze for a moment, and immediately you felt like you were being doused with cold water as awareness came to you.

"So did you plan this from the start?!" You shoved him in the side with your hand, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Princess, you should better calculate your strength, otherwise next time you will be the one to take me to the hospital!"

"Take me to the office now!" You were outraged, making a formidable look. "My boss will reprimand me if I don't come back with a negotiation report!" In a panic, you put your hands to your cheeks.

"Now I'm your boss!" The man snorted, he turned the steering wheel, and the car swerved to the side, pulling up to a big mansion. "And I'm giving you the day off for today."

"What?! Stop spouting nonsense! Take me back to the office now!" Your indignation knew no bounds.

"Y/n!"

You froze in place, surprised at how pleading your name sounded at that moment. You looked up at him and noticed that his blue eyes were filled with a kind of pleading. He seemed to be asking you to stay with him. And for some reason you wanted to fulfill his request. You relaxed slightly, letting Childe know that you were listening carefully.

"Please, Y/n, I beg you. Only today." He said and got out of the car, after which he opened the door for you and gave his hand to get you out of the car. You accepted his help and got out of the car, looking around. "They really wanted to meet you."

You nodded in agreement and Childe walked towards the mansion signaling you to follow him.

You looked around. It was very beautiful here. The mansion was a big three-story house with beautiful facades. Around the house was a big garden with beautiful flowers. It seemed to you that you found yourself in a fabulous garden overlooking the beautiful royal castle.

But right now you're most interested in a slightly different question. You thought about who these mysterious they could be.

When the two of you finally entered the house, you were again amazed at how beautiful and luxurious the lives of rich people are. You have rarely seen such beautiful furniture and various decorations, unless in a museum in your city where such furniture was on display. Distracting from the contemplation of the view, you looked at Tartaglia.

He was calm, but it seemed to you that he looked wary and was listening to something. And it was true, because literally one second later a small ginger hurricane swept in front of you, and you could watch with excitement how this hurricane knocked Childe to the floor.

You were amazed at how happy and sincere Tartaglia's laugh was when he lay on the floor and hugged three small ginger children.

"Brother!"

"Big brother!"

The ginger man laughed gleefully as the children clung to him from all sides, welcoming and joyfully hugging him.

"I'm back!" The ginger man answered, and in that moment your heart began to beat rapidly at how beautiful his smile was.

"We missed you so much!" Said one of the two boys, who was older.

"I made cookies for you!" The little girl with ginger hair said excitedly. "Are you hungry? Do you want to try?"

"Big brother! Did you bring us presents again?" Asked the smallest child, pressing his hands to his chest and looking hopefully at Childe.

Laughing, Tartaglia finally got up from the floor and, hugging the children again, answered.

"No, Teucer, today I have a special present for you." He made a satisfied smile, waited until the attention of the three children was focused only on him, and continued to say, "Today the one you three have been waiting for so long has come to you."

When he looked at you, the children's eyes also rested on you. You smiled awkwardly and raised your hand in greeting.

"H-hi, my name is Y/n." You said excitedly.

Bright lights of happiness lit up in the eyes of the three little foxes.

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[kohakhearts]

randomly thinking about pikachu's popularity as a mascot but also like in-universe imagining how many little kids would see ash and pikachu win the world championships and decide that they simply Must have a pikachu. you could take this from the angle of like, ash's championship win indirectly dramatically changes the viridian forest ecosystem and other pikachu habitats, but also, imagine how many young trainers + pikachu partners ash starts encountering on his journeys after that who are all clearly awestruck by him. i like to think he would be like "huh weird we've been battling a lot of pikachu lately" and not make the connection that this is His Impact

i'm OBSESSED with this concept and if i had more time/energy i would have immediately written a fic when you sent this because it's so funny to me but alas :p but i'm seeing this with like...all of the above implications like

ash visiting home sometime down the road and crossing paths with gary or tracey maybe, who is/are currently trying to figure out why there's a sudden influx of rattata in the viridian forest area. ash might even help them investigate a bit, you know, 'cause he's helpful like that. he doesn't get the implications. he hears "pikachu and rattata don't tend to make their homes in the same areas" and thinks the reason rattata are popping up suddenly is just that they've gotten over some territorial difference. "i mean obviously there are still pikachu in the forest - we just fought like three of them!"

so he leaves his friends at the oak laboratory absolutely flabbergasted and moves on. he keeps seeing trainers with pikachu, which is great. they ask for a battle and he obliges and it never even registers to him the starstruck look in those trainers' eyes has anything to do with him. he's just like, yeah my buddy's great, isn't he? your pikachu's great too! keep training! :)

when he hears from misty about all these new gym challengers with pikachu, he doesn't think too much about it. i mean, come on, it's a water-type gym. of course they're gonna bring an electric type. when he hears from brock that his brother said the same thing is happening in pewter city, well, that's just new trainers trying to think outside the box. forrest is probably exaggerating a bit anyway, maybe he's just embarrassed that his rock types got beaten by a pikachu? there are simply no dots to connect

of course, this isn't only happening in kanto, though. he hears from cilan about seeing more pikachu than usual in unova, a concerning trend considering pikachu aren't exactly native to the region. ash figures it's just more visitors from outside regions, like he was. it's so cool to see more people embracing inter-region travel! that's probably the one thing he does know he motivated others to do - i mean, surely being the kanto-native champion of alola would inspire a few trainers out there to tackle far-off leagues of their own? he inspired his friends to do it, so it's only fair that trainers who caught his big championship win on tv might have felt similarly!

except he's got the whole thing wrong, of course. one of his more research-oriented friends (i'm betting sophocles) has absolutely been crunching numbers and can 100% confirm that new trainers taking on the league challenge in most regions are about 20457x more likely to have a pikachu in their active roster this year than any year before. ash doesn't have a response to that one, because he's simply too baffled by the metrics of this study to digest the implications of it. he's really hung up on the idea that somehow sophocles met all these people as opposed to acknowledging the more likely scenario that he hacked into the league's database, because how would he even do that? ash isn't thinking about ethics or anything. he's just wondering how he can meet all these trainers too because he'd really like to battle them all, wow!

so basically, everyone else has figured it out...except for ash. he keeps getting approached by strangers asking him about training methods specific to pikachu, which he has no answer for other than "uhh rubber gloves don't really work i guess?" (and then ofc he'd say something very Ash about how no matter what kind of pokemon you're training you just have to believe in them etc etc) because the thing all those people don't realize is he never set out to train a pikachu in the first place. arguably, his pikachu trained him. and that pikachu? absolutely knows what's going on, and finds it hilarious. but he won't tell ash. he's having fun meeting all these different pikachu, anyway :p

[worriedvision]

The wrong person (Part 2) - Tighnari

So this is part 2 of the fic with Tighnari, I haven't been able to get back on my laptop so it'll be a bit of a wait until I can link the first part. Gender neutral reader.

--

You look down at the papers that spread themselves across your desk, pen in hand as you attempt to decipher the numbers. You kept going through the pages, but you still kept getting all the numbers wrong. Your father and mother were supportive, understanding you were going through the heartbreak of losing an opportunity you had clearly been given to apply to a place. As well as that, they understood you struggled with general subjects.

Your eyes glance over subconsciously at the foraging books and plant identifying dictionaries, only to shake your head and huff out of frustration after you fail to focus on the task at hand. Even though you embarrassed yourself by applying for a job you didn't meet the basic criteria for, you still liked to think about foraging.

Getting up from your seat, you grab the books you had for ages, still in good condition and useful with information.

--

Meanwhile, the successful applicant was struggling with identifying what was and was not safe to eat. Tighnari even tried to find more simple comparisons, but he found it concerning that for someone with qualifications relating to this field, they clearly did not understand the first thing about what's considered safe.

He asks for the person to go away and pick up some textbooks. Of course, he was much more polite with this, and he was relieved when the person nods in understanding before rushing off, and he turns his attention to the pile of unsuccessful applications that he planned on shredding after seeing you. Picking up the first application, he attempts to figure out if there was any identifying factors.

--

You're on your way to the bookshop, books in hand, without telling your parents. Hearing someone rushing towards the book shop, you hear the person ask the store clerk if they had any books on foraging, forestry, anything would do. They shake their head, explaining the topic had grown in popularity due to the job being advertised.

As they begin to walk away dejectedly, you stop them.

"Hey, uh." You start, looking down at the books you had. "I have these. Sure, they're a bit out of date, but they're really good." You continue, the person in front of you taking a glance at the books and making an assessment.

"...How much?" They ask. "For the lot of them."

You tilt your head to the side, not understanding their wording. After realising it was the mora, you shake your head.

"Oh, I don't need any mora." You start. You trail off, the person in front of you sensing you were about to continue. "...However I could use your help with something."

--

You spend the night helping each other with each others tasks. You'd be explaining the actual differences between the more subtle species, and in return they would attempt to help you understand what they were doing when doing the work for getting the numbers needed for analysis. They give you templates, explaining what each number goes into, and you slowly nod, beginning to understand the process they're using.

You look at the time, and you realise it's rather late.

"Ah, when are you next working?" You ask, the person gasping when they realise the time as well.

"Take those books with you now." You smile, them eagerly grabbing the books and thanking you before saying they'll come over from time to time.

--

The next few weeks pass, and you spend most of the time in your room. Every time you got out of the house, things would remind you of that man in the woods you met. When it was vital to go out, you'd keep your head down and get the task done with quickly. Sometimes people would notice who you were from being in the same class as you, and you felt like you were going to cry when they'd start making comments.

The person that gracefully took those books off of your hands was a good friend of yours. While you didn't know each other for long, it felt like you were lifelong friends with how you two would hang out. Sometimes it would be a meal where they'd sit with the rest of your family as well as you, sometimes you would have study sessions.

"Hey, how come I never see you out in the woods?" Your friend asks, looking over. "You know a lot more about that stuff than I do."

You freeze up, smiling before clearing your throat.

"Well, I'm not exactly the smartest tool in the box." You joke lightly, hoping you didn't crack up. "I mean, this stuff is simple and I can't wrap my head around it."

Your friend sighs out, pouring a cup of tea for you before handing it over to you.

"I'm sure you're more than capable of it." They respond.

You sigh out, nodding to yourself.

Silence lingers in the air, and your friend pipes up again.

"Did you apply for the same post I did?" They ask, unsure of how to feel.

You nod, no longer able to speak without cracking every few words.

Silence again. This time, neither of you fill it, only the scratching of pens against paper fill the room.

--

Your friend approaches Tighnari the next day, who had still been trying to go through applications. None of the applications sounded like his expectations of you, they sounded either unenthusiastic or they lacked in qualifications.

"Master Tighnari, can I ask you something?" Your friend asks, Tighnari looking over and nodding, giving them his full attention.

"Is this about your progress?" Tighnari asks. "I believe you are on the path towa-"

Your friend shakes their head, stopping Tighnari from finishing his short evaluation.

"...Nevermind." Your friend hushes out, turning to leave.

"Hold on." Tighnari stops. "Take your time, and voice your concern." He encourages lightly.

"...I think a friend of mine is more qualified than I am." Your friend starts. "I only met them recently, when I went to get some books. They talk like they're meant to be here." They continue. "...But I think that they look unqualified on paper because of their academic work."

Tighnari nods, taking in the information.

"Could you bring them here?"

--

Your friend gets to your house, and your father answers the door. Your father smiles when he recognises the face immediately, gesturing for them to come in.

You wee initially really excited to see your friend at this time, until they asked for you to come with them into the forest.

"No way." You huff out.

"Why not? I think you'll -"

"Nope." You stubbornly reply, turning your back to your friend to hide tears.

Your friend excuses herself quietly, apologising, before they go to find your father. Thankfully, your father was happy to go with them after figuring out this was about the post.

--

Tighnari hears your friend come back, an unfamiliar man behind them.

"Hello there." Tighnari stands up.

Your friend looks to your father for approval to introduce him, and he gives a nod of approval.

"My friend was busy, but this is one of their parents." They explain. Tighnari nods in understanding, dismissing your friend before your father takes a seat across from Tighnari.

"my child's friend filled me in on the way here." He starts. "What would you like to know?"

Tighnari smiles in response, asking for your name. After hearing your name, he does a double take before looking at your application.

"...I see they left the qualifications out." He trails off in thought. He takes note of how your father tenses up, and he waits for a response.

"My child struggled with school." Your father begins. "When it came to things like forestry, however, they're practically an expert." He brags, smiling to himself proudly.

Tighnari nods slowly, looking down once again and reading the application.

"My wife explained that some gave them an application form, I don't know who exactly it was. All I know is, it was someone in the forest area." He spills.

Tighnari gives a description of you, and he asks your father if it was you. When your father nods eagerly, Tighnari hums in thought.

"What are they doing right now?" Tighnari asks, concerned that he may have been too late to recruit you.

"They work for our family business." Your father starts. "Their friend comes over regularly to help, bless them. I know my child is struggling with the numbers." Your father stops himself, knowing he was about to spill more information without thinking.

Tighnari calls your friend back in, and the three of them come up with a compromise that works for everyone.

--

After Tighnari gets his colleagues to explain he's going to be away for a short while, he follows your friend and your father to your house.

Your friend opts to stay outside and wait, knowing that you would likely still be tense from the reminder of the failed job application.

Tighnari follows your dad, and he moves to knock on the door.

He stops when he hears some sobs from inside.

Opening the door quietly, he looks in to see scrunched up pieces of paper, a broken pen, and you with your head in your hands.

"I'm so stupid." You whine out, breaking Tighnari. "Why can't I do this stupid calculation?" You whimper, still not realising someone was in the same room as you.

Tighnari debates on what to say, and he decides to finally knock on the door to grab your attention.

"Sorry dad, I'll try to keep it down in here." You say, taking a deep breath before you grab another pen.

Tighnari furrows his brows, still not knowing what to say. He was going to to a swap of sorts. In exchange for you working alongside Tighnari, your father would have your friend to do the numbers.

"Hello, it's been a while." He finally cheers.

You feel like you're hallucinating, perhaps you had driven yourself past the point of no return by forcing yourself into working.

You wipe your tears away, not sure what to do.

You hear him approach, and you turn without thinking.

"I know, it was delusional of me to-"

Tighnari stops you, placing a hand on your shoulder as he kneels down to meet your eyes.

"I've come to take you to work." He reassures you.

"But I'm an idiot." You continue your comments, Tighnari giving you a disapproving look.

"Are you questioning my judgement?" Tighnari asks, you shaking your head no. "You know you have the knowledge required. In fact, you helped the initial successful applicant with their studies, and they did improve." Tighnari continues.

You fail to hide your excitement, seeing how genuine Tighnari was before you look over at your dad.

"Wait, I have to stay here and work." You realise, only for your dad to shake his head.

"No, your mother and I know your place is not in business. We aren't going to trap you in it for the family name." Your father responds. "And before you worry about who's going to work here instead, worry not!"

Your friend peeks in, waving sheepishly.

"I figured we probably had each others ideal job." They laugh, you smiling before looking at Tighnari again.

You can't help but ask him for a hug, still not believing it. He gladly does so, pulling you in to calm you completely before the both of you would set off again. He thanks your father for clearing up things, explaining the application was filled out correctly, it had just been unfortunate circumstances.

Walking into the forest with Tighnari for reassurance, you find yourself smiling widely, and you look forward to a fruitful career.

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Mistaken Identity

Osamu x gn!reader

You wished you’d paid more attention now. Telling your friend about the handsome boy that you literally ran into over the weekend when you walked through the door of a coffee shop, knocking his drink all over the front of his shirt before insisting on buying him a new one while your face blazed with embarrassment. He had agreed, but only if you joined him at the table outside he was originally heading for to have a drink with him now. He had been the sweetest, a perfect gentleman even after the mishap you’d caused when you met, and you hadn’t looked at the napkin he left on the table until he was long gone, with just the name Miya and a completely unreadable phone number.

Your friend had insisted she could figure out who it was, demanding information, and you knew what he told you, whether or not it was true. He talked about playing volleyball, he talked about food, and the goofy things his brother or teammates had done, but you couldn’t name much else about him. You thought you would know him if you ever saw him again, but it’s not like you were getting your hopes up either. The chances were a long shot.

When your friend found you a week later, swearing she found him, you couldn’t help but feel like it was too easy. She swore she overheard him talking about the incident with other members of the school’s volleyball team, and you couldn’t get her to cancel the meeting if you wanted to. But that was what led you here, sitting across from a face you remembered very well, but you felt like was something was off. He was flirtier than before, and kept bragging about how good and athletic he was, and your eyes kept dragging up to his poor blonde dye job. What caught you off guard the most were his eyes. They were the same color you remembered, but they weren’t the same. This was him but it also wasn’t somehow. And that thought made you feel terrible, because this was the face you’d been thinking about for the last week, wasn’t it? Had you romanticized the first meeting too much? You weren’t even sure anymore.

“Sorry, what position did you play again?”

“‘M the setter. Basically the most important for everythin’ to run smooth.” You smiled and nodded but you could feel your brows furrow in response, hadn’t he said before that setters were too cocky? He chuckled, almost like he was reading that thought in your head, “This might sound stupid, but we haven’t met before, have we?” You bit your lip, but he nodded with a grin, “Naw, it’s okay, I can tell my responses have been off, ya know? Yer friend heard me talkin’ to the guys, but I wasn’t tellin’ them about my weekend.”

“She said-“

“She said I described it the same ya did when ya told her, right?” You nodded, still confused, “I wasn’t tellin’ ‘em my story. I was sorta just makin’ fun of ma brother.”

“You’re the twin…” You muttered, more to yourself than anything, understanding finally coloring your tone.

“Ah, so ‘Samu told ya ‘bout me, huh?” The faux blonde sighed, rolling his eyes, “Prolly mostly stuff about me annoying him, right? Bet he was afraid I’d steal ya.” He winked, sending a smirk your way before he laughed, “Kiddin’, I was gonna tell yer friend she had the wrong guy, but I wanted to see the person that had my brother so smitten.”

“I knew something was different when I saw you.” You confessed, “I just couldn’t put my finger on what.”

“What was yer gut sayin’?”

You bit your lip, was it stupid to be honest? “Your eyes. They’re different than I remembered.” He snorted, the laugh was so similar.

“That’s definitely not what most people notice at first. But ‘Samu was ranting about how you were special.”

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks, even though you weren’t someone that got embarrassed, but hearing him say his brother thought that of you did the job. Suddenly you groaned, “I don’t know if I can ever bring myself to look him in the face again now.”

He just shook his head, “Don’t ya worry too much, ya hear me? He doesn’t even know about us meeting today, so ‘s not like he’ll think ya planned ta meet me instead of him.”

“It’s not that. I-“ you could feel your face grow a little redder as you mumbled, “I couldn’t remember enough about what he looked like to even describe him accurately. So she found you- and I’m sorry, what the hell is your name?”

He just laughed, “‘m Atsumu, and my brother is Osamu.”

“So Osamu is the one I ran into…hypothetically-“

“No hypothetical about it, I’ve already taken care of it.” He smirked, shifting to his feet before waving at something over your head, “Hey! Weirdest thing, this lovely person just started talking about how they met someone that looked just like me. Would ya know about that, ‘Samu?”

You stiffened, a similar voice snapping back, “What are ya runnin’ yer mouth about, piss hair?”

Atsumu just snorted, “If that’s how ya wanna be, I’ll just take this date with Y/N then.”

The footsteps you heard coming suddenly stopped, and you could almost feel his stare at the back of your head and you cursed yourself for not running as soon as you realized you met the wrong brother today. Slowly, almost painstakingly, you started to turn around before Atsumu just groaned, stomping over and dragging Osamu to stand in front of you. “Hi, ‘Samu.” You muttered shyly.

“Y/N. So ya found the better twin, then?” If his voice had sounded smug, you would’ve believed he meant finding him. But it sounded almost defeated, and you realized he thought you liked Atsumu more. Your hand snapped out, grasping his wrist as he went to turn away.

“I did. Last week. But then I couldn’t read his number through his chicken scratch and had to resort to my friend eavesdropping on the boys’ volleyball team, only for the okay twin to set us up right.” You could feel how hot your face was getting, praying that you weren’t making a mistake, “I remembered him talking about the food he wanted to make like a spark was burning inside him, I remembered him talking about the stunts his brother pulled with a fond exasperation, and I remembered the way his eyes showed their interest when he asked me questions no matter boring my answers were. But as much as I remembered, I couldn’t for the life of me picture his hair color, or his height, or typical things someone remembers about a person because I didn’t care about any of it. What made him the better twin was his personality, and his humor, and his conviction of what he wants in life. And I really, really hope he feels the same way I do so I’m not making a complete embarrassment of myself right now.” You shifted your eyes to stare at your feet, waiting for a response that didn’t seem like it was coming.

“Osamu, aren’t you gonna-“

“Beat it, Tsumu.”

“Excuse me!?” The setter squawked, “After what I did for ya, yer just gonna-“

“Me and Y/N have a date we need to do,” your head snapped up, seeing that fond look back in his eyes, “So head home. I left dinner in the fridge for ya.”

Atsumu grinned, saluting the two of you before making his way down the sidewalk. You smiled shyly at the grey haired brother, “You made him dinner?”

“Not exactly.” Osamu shrugged, “But I made food earlier, and I don’t care too much about him eatin’ it if it means I can stay here with ya.”

“I would really like it if you stayed, ‘Samu.” You chuckled at the flush that hit his cheeks when you said his name, “But maybe when you leave me this time you could put your number into my actual phone? I haven’t learned how to decode your handwriting yet.”

He groaned, but he was smiling, and maybe the mistaken identity wasn’t so bad if it led you this.

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