#it's getting cold over here in sweden now

[saturnvs]

i had another lesson at the riding school today and rode the same sweet irish cob mare as i did last time, it went so well and i was even comfortable enough to have my first gallop in like .. 4 almost 5 years? i'm very proud of myself and maybe it's the equine therapy, but i feel like i'm a better rider now compared to the rider i was when i rode twice a week for years on end. short horsie update for people who care :D

[woso-dreamzzz]

Flag III

Frida Maanum x Emma Lennartsson x Baby!Reader

Summary: When Emma and Frida found you

Frida is leaving for England.

Arsenal have been interested in her since the season began so it was only natural that she went off there to develop her career further.

But, still, Emma doesn't want to see Frida leave.

Frida occupies a space in Emma's heart that she can't put into words. Frida is everything to her, the air, the ground, the sky and the stars.

But Emma would never discourage Frida from finding her place in a league abroad.

Frida deserves everything in life, even if it's half a world away from where Emma is looking after their home in Sweden.

It will be different in the beginning, Emma knows this, but together there isn't much they can't overcome.

But, still, she'll miss the way Frida's body feels against hers. Even now, as they sneak around the back of the training centre to kiss.

It's not the most professional they've ever been but she just can't help herself when it comes to Frida.

"E-Emma," Frida says in a hushed tone, pushing Emma's roaming lips from her neck," Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Emma pulls away, glancing around for whatever errant sound Frida has heard.

"I..."

There's nothing but the breeze in the wind, the rustle of leafless branches in the height of winter.

It's absolutely freezing. It's predicted that this is to be the coldest day of the year.

"Nothing," Frida says," I must have imagined it."

Emma's lips go back to her neck, leaving dainty kisses all over her skin. Each one a labour of love, red hot in a way that feels beautiful as the snow falls around them.

Emma stops though, pulling away again.

"No," She says," Wait. I think I can hear it too."

It's faint, barely audible whimpers and whines that are getting more and more quiet as they go on.

But Emma and Frida are alone in an icy cold wasteland.

There's not even birds in the trees. Yet, now that Emma's straining her ears, she can hear the noises with crystal clear clarity.

She shivers as another freezing breeze cuts through her like a knife.

"I...I think it's coming from over there," Frida says, looking over at the clump of dense bushes over by the bins.

"Stay here," Emma says, wary of if it's some wild animal," I'll go and luck."

"Emma-"

"Stay here, Frida. I'll check it out."

She approaches the bushes carefully, slowly in case the animal jumps at her.

But there's no animal.

Just you.

"Emma?" Frida calls, watching as Emma lowers herself to her knees," What is it?"

Emma turns, a singular blanket in her hold and, in that blanket, is you.

"I...I think we need to call an ambulance," She says shakily," I-I think she's been abandoned."

You're tiny, smaller than any baby that Frida's ever seen before. You don't look good either. You're obviously freezing, little lips turning a concerning shade of purple and the cries from your mouth are getting quieter and quieter the longer you're outside.

Teammates clamber over themselves to help when Emma and Frida run in with you.

Somewhere along the way, Frida loses her top when it's clear that you're either nearly hypothermic or already developing it. Skin-to-skin seems to be what's best for you as you lay weakly on Frida's chest with layers of blankets over you both.

Now that she can see you properly, it's with a sinking feeling that she realises how underweight you actually are. You're nothing but skin and bones as Frida holds you close while they wait for the ambulance.

"They're calling her the Linköping baby," Emma says softly," The staff and the girls, that is. Word has spread pretty quickly."

"That's unfair," Frida replies, her own voice barely above a whisper as she feels your lungs inflate shakily against her," They can't call her that. She needs a name."

"They don't think she's going to survive," Emma says," Even before the ambulance gets here. She's in bad shape. They don't think she's going to make it."

"And you?" Frida finally tears her eyes away from you to look at her girlfriend. "What do you think?"

"I think..."

Your head barely pokes out from under all of the blankets, your eyes half open. You're not moving much. It seems to almost be too much effort to even breath, like everything in you is fighting to do something as basic and instinctual as that.

Emma didn't know what to expect when she looked in that bush. You were laying there, weak and unmoving in just a singular blanket and a thin onesie. One could almost mistake you for being asleep if it weren't from the stilted way your chest rose and fell and the way faint noises would escape your mouth every so often.

"I think...I think she's a fighter."

"I think so too."

Emma can tell what Frida's thinking before Frida herself even knows what she's thinking. She can tell by the way Frida's holding, you the way she's looking at you, the way she presses a soft kiss to the wispy hair at the top of your head.

Emma can tell because she's thinking the exact same thing.

"She looks like you," Emma says, starting off gently," Don't you think?"

Frida giggles a little bit. "I was thinking she had your nose. What part of her looks like me exactly?"

"Her hair, maybe," Emma says," And I'm sure once she opens this eyes of hers, they'll be like yours."

"You don't know that."

"I think I do."

"She might never open them," Frida says suddenly," If everyone is thinking she won't come out of this. They might never open."

"She will. She's a fighter."

Frida's throat bobs. "But if she doesn't...What would they even put on her grave? The Linköping baby?"

"You want to name her?"

"Everyone deserves a name. No matter how little they are."

"Then name her."

"I-"

"Ambulance is here," One of their teammates pokes their heads through the door," Medics are coming in now. They said to stay put."

"Y/N," Frida says suddenly.

"Huh?" Emma asks.

"She looks like a y/n."

You're tiny and malnourished and halfway to death's door. The possibility of you surviving the night is astronomically low.

But you have a name now and, in Emma's mind, you have a bedroom at home. A bedroom with a soft, warm crib and a dog companion who would just adore you. A bedroom in a house full of toys and soft clothes and two mothers who would adore you too.

A first name and a last name from the mothers who found you freezing cold in the dead of winter, buried in a bush as snow fell over you.

"Yeah," Emma says as the paramedics rush in," She does."

[enwoso]

SUNSHINE — alessia russo x child!reader

*same universe as grumpy. i’ve had a lot of requests asking for more of grumpy so here’s another little one!”

navigation

alessia’s day started in a way she was not expecting or wanting and a lot earlier than she would have liked.

"mummy, mummy, wake up!" you shouted jumping on top of the blonde, as alessia lay still asleep. groaning at the sudden weight falling on top of her, rubbing her eyes before opening them to see you sat beaming with a big smile on your face.

"what are you doing up so early, lovie?" she asked, the room still being dark was a clear indication it was early as she rolled over to check the time on her phone. 6:44am was the time it displayed. "it's game day!" you cheered.

since arriving at camp, you had been really excited for the game against sweden. alessia was unsure of why you were but nevertheless she didn't want to dampen your enthusiasm, so she let you be excited. she much rather deal with you being overly excited then sit grumpy all day like a moody teenager.

"lovie, it's still early. why don't you go back to sleep for a few then we can go get breakfast when everyone else wakes up." alessia suggested not really asking more hoping that you would as the last thing she wanted was to be up all day.

your smile dipped a little, "why? me not tired anymore" you spoke quietly playing with the label on your blankie.

"c'mere" your mummy cooed, pulling you into her embrace and under her covers as you snuggled into her as she began to draw tiny little circles on your back. knowing that it wouldn't be long until hopefully you were back asleep.

after wiggling around a few times, you finally settled as alessia relaxed back into the sheets of her bed hearing your breathing begin to get heavier as you fell back asleep. alessia sighing as she knew this was going to be a long day.

after a long morning of you being overly excited and a small tantrum because you had decided to get yourself ready, an england shirt and shorts with your crocs, now alessia wouldn't of minded that outfit if you were on holiday or it was actually hot but it was the middle of end of march and still very cold in england.

however you had demanded that you were a 'big girl who can dress themselves' alessia finally had won the small battle of getting you to change the shorts by telling you that you could change into them later knowing you would most likely forget and alessia would save herself from you catching a cold. it was the small win, but a win nevertheless!

you were now about half the way to wembley on the bus and you had spent most the time watching your ipad much to your mums surprise as she thought you would get bored of watching it after a while.

you'd had a few little fusses and your mum had solved this by letting you out of your seat and giving you a few seconds to wander the isle of the bus which is exactly what you were doing now by chatting beth and mary's ears off about the film you were watching.

"and she becomes a ballerina" you told to two as they both nodded along as you told the story of the film, "mummy says i can start dance lessons!" you smile getting sidetracked as the two gasp as you look at the two with a frown.

"what?" you ask innocently your head cocking to the side slighting in confusion as the two look at each other shaking their heads.

"i'll pretend i didn't hear that!" mary whispers but still loud enough that both you and beth hear her as beth hums in agreement as your eye brows furrow further.

"that i'm starting dance lessons?" you ask a small smile appearing on your face at the thought of joining them it being something you had been asking your mummy about for a few days now.

"i thought you were joining the local football team" beth asks as you shake your head, "no, dancing!" you argued back.

the two older women turn to your mummy, "less! is she actually joining dancing?" mary asks as alessia looks around to see where the sound of her name was coming from before her gaze landed on mary and beth’s head peering over the seats on the bus.

alessia nodded, "after this camp yeah, don't worry it won't last long. it was gymnastics last month" your mummy told the two, saying the last part a little quieter.

it was true, you had begged alessia to let you do gymnastics for three weeks straight and when she finally took you to a session you told her after when she asked you if you enjoyed it that you didn't want to go back because turning upside down made you tummy feel weird.

"well let's just hope she hasn't inherited your two left feet then!" mary joked, looking to you who had returned to your seat next to alessia, as the blonde rolled her eyes at the goal keepers comment knowing she couldn’t exactly argue with the statement.

as the bus pulled into wembley, your excitement levels hit another level, your mummy carrying you into the stadium a huge grin on your face you it was getting more and more closer to the start.

“mummy look there’s stina!” you pointed to the swede as she waved to you before heading to the changing room with her team. “yeah lovie she’s playing with sweden today, cause that’s where she was born!” your mummy explained as you nodded slightly.

“so like i was born in england and im english that makes stina swedenish?” you asked as mummy looks as you with a small smile, “close lovie, stina is swedish” she corrected you as you nodded before feeling someone tap you on the shoulder seeing millie and ella behind you.

“hey!” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest - well trying to. “hey!” millie mocked you with a grin on her face as your frown deepened.

“oh don’t be all grumpy again, you’ve been little miss sunshine all day” ella commented as she poked at your side as the four of you got closer to the changing room.

“anyways who’s names on the back of ‘ere then?” ella asked pinching your england too you were wearing as alessia placed you down having reached the changing room, moving your coat to your shoulders to show ella, who sat on the bench letting your mummy begin to get ready for the match.

“my name!” you beamed as your back had ‘russo’ displayed on your back but instead of the number 23 you had four, for your age.

“i thought your name was y/n, not russo!” ella joked knowing what you meant but wanted to create a little joke to keep you entertained for a few moments to allow alessia to at least begin to get ready for the warm up.

“it is! russo my last name, like mummy silly!” you corrected ella, shaking your head as the brunette smiled.

“of course, silly me!” ella laughed as you did with her.

alessia had managed to get ready for the warm up as you sat playing with a small ball you had found back at the hotel and being with you, ella had given you a mission to try and see how many people you could nutmeg in the changing room, promising you a prize if you got a few people.

“gotcha!” you beamed, giggling a little as you rolled the ball through grace’s legs. hearing her gasp seeing the ball go through her legs making you giggle more.

“you little troublemaker!” she whispered with a smile, picking up your ball handing it back to you. “you’ve declared war now tiny!” she narrowed her eyes as you took your ball back looking for your next victim.

managing to get a few more people, including lotte, georgia and chloe before you heard mummy shouting your name.

“y/n!” mummy called you over as you ran back to her, as she sat you down on the bench in front of her. beginning the usual routine of telling you that you had to be on your best behaviour sitting on the bench, and to tell whoever you were sat with if you needed anything. you always sitting still, nodding you head along to each thing your mummy said.

"and remember you must stay with leah, okay?" your mummy reminded you, as kneeled down to your small height as she tugged your coat back onto your shoulder before finding the bottom of it and zipping it back up, to ensure that you didn't get cold while sitting in the dugout.

"yes mummy" you beamed, looking around the changing room as the rest of the girls were beginning to get ready to walk out. "are you gonna score today?" you asked, as alessia laughed a little.

"i will for you" the blonde smiled, as you cheered a little before embracing your small frame in a hug as she kissed your cheek. "good luck mummy!" you smiled, the blonde smiling too as you both pulled away from the hug.

"off you go, look, leah's waiting for you!" alessia pointed over to where leah was, standing in the doorway of the changing room. "bye!" you sung out, blowing kisses to your mum until you got to leah who scooped you up and walked you to the dug out.

you watched as your mummy walked out with the rest of the girls cheering your mummy's name as she waved at you at the end of the anthem singing, blowing you a quick kiss before she ran to her starting place on the pitch. you stood tall on the dugout seat. leah holding onto you to make sure you didn't fall.

the sound of the whistle went and leah helped you to sit back down in your seat wrapping a blanket around your legs to stop the cold london air getting to you as you helped to cheer them on.

you were no stranger to sitting with leah on the bench or in the stand when your mummy played for arsenal, the defender often watching you while your mummy played as when was not allowed to play because of a big ouchie on her knee.

you had helped leah making her knee better by putting a peppa plaster on it one day, the blonde admitting it had made it feel a lot better leaving you feeling very accomplished.

but one thing leah did like to do while the girls were playing was talk, she often helped you understand what was going on. but sometimes the blonde would begin to ramble and start with some really technical words and you think she would sometimes forget your only four and didn’t have a clue what she meant.

she often said that some of the front line, like the likes of hempo were a fox in the box but you didn’t know what she meant by that because there isn’t a fox even there nor a box which would leave you confused but you didn’t want to upset your auntie leah by not knowing what she meant as mummy had told you it not kind to upset people so you let her ramble on.

you knew that if the team your mummy was on was scoring then that was good thing and that was good enough for you.

“pass it g, that’s it! keep pushing forwards!” leah was mumbling to herself as the girls pushed towards the sweden goal, it landing in alessia’s feet as she smashed it into the back of the net not without falling on the ground.

you watched intensively your fingers in your mouth, along with leah as you were sat on her lap as she shot up with you in your arms, the two of you cheering for your mummy.

the rest of the game went a little boring for you, no team scored anymore after sweden equalised and your mummy came to sit on the bench with you during the second half of the game and before you knew it you were finally aloud on the pitch.

as mummy and her teammates walked around waving to the stranger in the stands, you running along side with your little ball again trying to see if you could nutmeg anymore people before trying to beat mary and get the ball into the back of the net.

“watch me gee, mummy” you yell, as they stop their walking around the pitch to watch you. you line up the ball and step back and run and kick it as mary moves the opposite way to the ball is going as you cheer and run to where your mum and gee were standing copying the same jump and first bump in the air that your mummy always does when she scores.

“did you see that mummy? gee?” you ask as you run up to them, your mum picking you up in the arm to two beaming with smiles and excitement just as you were.

“that was amazing tiny!” georgia cheers, holding her hand up for you to high five as you did slapping georgia’s hand.

“your getting so good at scoring lovie” your mummy complimented, kissing your forehead as you saw mary jogging over to the three of you. “that was a perfect goal tiny!” mary said ruffling your hair as you gave her a stern look resting your head on your mummy’s shoulder.

“see that was so much cooler than doing a dance lesson!” mary smiled as alessia looked over shaking her head at the goalkeeper a small laugh coming from georgia.

“mary! i’m trying to encourage her to try new things!” alessia scolded as mary shrugged her shoulders as the four of you walked back to their others.

the three began to talk but all you could heard was boring adult talk as your eyes were beginning to feel tired probably from all the running around you had done. having your blankie snuggled up to you, before alessia got to the tunnel you were asleep.

the blonde picking up your little backpack in her hand, as she walked down the tunnel with beth. “is that her down for the count?” beth asked as alessia nodded moving the hairs from your face to behind your ear.

“yep, it’s hard work being four and being and sensational footballer and dancer at the same time!” alessia joked shoving beth a little who rolled her eyes at the comment mumbling something about how you would learn to love football just like your mum.

“oh how i dread to imagine!”

[desperate-gay]

ok… i don’t know why but i get secret relationship vibes from stina.

what if reader is new to arsenal, she transfers cause of stina, and nobody knows their dating/married… reader says her girlfriend/wife’s name is emma (which is stina’s other first name) and all the girls keep bugging reader to meet her or see her at a game. then something happens when it’s like team game night where reader slips up and calls stina ems or emma and everyone’s like 😮

Meet The Wife

Stina Blackstenius x fem!reader

“Baby, time to wake up. You have to get ready so we can get our drills in before the game.” You say softly, moving the blonde’s messy hair to the side and rubbing your thumb up and down her cheek.

“I’m too sleepy.” Your wife grumbles into the pillow, making no movement to get up. Standing up, you sigh making it sound as if you’re just going to leave her bed but her wishes are soon destroyed when you yank the covers off her body and onto the floor.

“What was that for?” Stina exclaims, now sitting up in bed with an annoyed look pointed at you.

“Good, now that you’re up you can take a shower. You stink.” You fake grimace while folding the blankets that were on the ground. Too caught up in your head, you don’t notice the tall blonde towering over you from behind. Cold hands rest themselves below your shirt, causing you to jump in place.

“Maybe you can join me in the shower, kärlek.” She suggests, nipping at the skin of your neck as you shakily continue what you’re doing, trying not to give in.

“Nope.”

“Ugh, really? You’re going to turn down sex?” The taller girl throws her head back, groaning at your denial. All she needs as an answer is the stone expression plastered on your face. Your wife sighs and walks over to the closet to pick out her outfit for the day but not without mumbling under her breath in her native tongue.

“C’mon Stinky Blackstenius.” You joke which the other girl doesn’t find as amusing. She huffs and goes into your shared bathroom, slamming the door. “Ooo Stina Black-stinky-us. Much better.” You announce over the sound of the shower starting.

“I want a divorce!”

—

“Good game out there, speedy. Glad we snatched you up before anyone else could.” Katie pats your shoulder, passing you to get to her cubby.

Your transfer was pretty sudden but long-awaited, having played for Vittsjö in Sweden. You and Stina met each other when you both debuted on the national team. It both took you a while to admit your feelings for one another, but now here you are, married for 5 years.

No one knows besides your family and a few of your national teammates who’ve accidentally caught you making out in a storage closet. It’s not that you don’t want people to know, you both just enjoy your private life with no interruptions.

“It wouldn’t have been a tough choice anyway. I’d choose Arsenal in a heartbeat.” You proclaim, stripping out of your sweaty jersey.

“Why here?” Vic asks the question everyone is secretly wondering.

“The whole spirit here, the fans, the overall club just outshines the others, and I guess the people here aren’t too bad either.” You yelp as Kyra pokes behind your knee, making your leg weaken and almost make you fall. “You’ll regret that.” You point your finger at the younger girl with a scold.

After your shower, you’re brushing through your hair and gathering everything up in your bag, getting ready to leave as soon as possible to be able to lay around and relax with your wife. Just as you’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder, a sharp gasp stops you.

“Is that a ring?” Steph shouts, grabbing all the girl’s attention. Stina watches from afar with a small smile as the team hounds you with questions.

“Since when?”

“Who’s the lucky gal?”

“You’re engaged?”

“I didn’t even know you were seeing someone.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, I have a ring, no, I’m not engaged.” You answer to which all the girls frown. “I’m married.”

An uproar is held all around the locker room along with several more questions. You sigh with an exhausted smile and answer short questions to the best of your ability.

“Her name is Emma and we have been married for a few years. She’s the light of my life and I could never ask for a better person to wake up to in the morning and go to bed to at night.” Everyone coos at the new information, all finding out their new teammate is in love while Stina looks across the room with a love-sick smile on her face.

“Can we meet her?”

“Maybe one day.”

—

A few weeks later, the pestering never stops. Every day before a game the girls beg you to bring your wife to one so they all can meet her. You and Stina snicker over how oblivious they are to the wife being her.

It was someone else’s turn to host movie night since Beth and Viv’s place is being occupied by a very wild puppy that wouldn’t allow a quiet movie time. Stina surprisingly offered, the house being big enough and the living room having many different seating arrangements.

“Are ya comin’ to Stina’s tonight for our annual movie night?” Katie asks, watching you do your squatted reps.

“Of course. I couldn’t miss if I wanted to.” You breathe out, setting the bar in its original spot. Katie quirks her head in confusion but shakes it off, moving to start her turn. As your head flips around, you catch your wife’s gaze set on your ass with no shame. You wave your hand to wake her out of her trance which it does but also makes her flush and turn back to her workout.

As 7 pm began to approach, many of the girls began showing up, all bringing snacks and beverages. Some of them asked why you were so early, so you just made up an excuse saying Stina needed help with setting up and they all believed it.

About half an hour later, everyone is here and settled in their designated spots. You’re currently scavenging through the kitchen looking for your candy that you bought. You huff before walking over into the living room.

“Em, do you know where my candy is?”

“Em?” Alessia quips confusingly.

Leah quickly puts two and two together and jumps up to hug both of you awkwardly with Stina still sitting down on the loveseat while you’re standing.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” She asks angrily, hitting both of you on the backs of your heads.

Multiple of the girls remain confused besides Viv, Lia, Kim, and Steph who are all smiling in their spots, waiting for everyone else to figure it out.

“Can someone explain here for those of us who don’t know what you’re talking about?” Kyra groans, not liking being out of the loop.

“Our new friend here has a wife we haven’t supposedly met before and her name is Emma.” Leah tries explaining, but the girls remain silent and confused.

“Stina’s first name is Emma! She just called her Emma even though no one else does. You guys comprehend?” The English Captain rushes out, waiting for everyone’s heads to shift. Soon multiple gasps are heard and you’re both quickly crowded by everyone.

“Everyone give my lady some space.” Stina interrupts, pulling you into her lap suddenly, making you shriek. “We get this information might be a little shocking but now you know.” She shrugs, smiling lovingly at you before kissing your cheek.

“A little shocking? Maybe try something bigger than that.” Beth scoffs with her arms crossed.

Once everyone gets their questions in, you all settle on a comedy movie and cuddle into someone. You remain seated in Stina’s lap with your head rested against her shoulder. She randomly kisses any part of your skin she can reach, enjoying not having to hide as much now.

“I have a question for you.” You whisper, turning your attention to the Swede.

“And what would that be?”

“Where’s my candy?” You whine from your lack of snacks which your wife finds adorable. She reaches beside her and pulls out a familiar colored bag.

“I had it ready with me right here, älskling.” Her hand holds up the bag away from your reach just as you’re about to grab it. You huff in annoyance and slump down into your previous position. “I need a little convincing to let you have these.” Stina smirks before perking her lips.

You roll your eyes at the once-shy girl who never wanted to show affection in front of her friends. Your hand grips her jaw, angling her face so you can smash your lips against hers. She hums into the kiss and soon traces her tongue along your bottom lip, but just before anything starts, a whistle grabs your attention.

“Oi lovebirds, get a room. We don’t wanna see you two swapping saliva.”

“Kyra, that is strike two, you better start running.”

[russo-woso]

Falling in love || Kyra Cooney-Cross x Catley!reader

Prompt list here. Request here.

Summary The beginning of yours and Kyra’s story

“Kyra meet my sister Y/N, Y/N, Kyra.” Steph introduced you both as Kyra walked into the living room.

Kyra had just moved to Arsenal and still didn’t have any electrical products, like a tv, sorted so Steph had invited her round for a movie night to save Kyra from boredom.

Unlike your sister, you didn’t play football, instead you dreamed of becoming a teacher, but you didn’t want to live in Australia, hence why you followed Steph to England.

Steph had promised your mum to look after you and the best way to do that was if you moved in with her and her fiance, Dean.

“Nice to meet you, Kyra.” You told her, jumping up from your spot on the couch to greet her.

Kyra didn’t respond straight away, instead just looking at you.

You had to admit, she was very cute but you couldn’t date one of Steph’s teammates.

Although she’d never stated it, you felt like you were betraying her if you did.

“So, I thought we could just order some pizza and then watch some films, sound alright?” Steph asked you both, desperately wanting to change the subject to save the awkwardness.

“Sounds perfect.” Kyra spoke up

—

After watching a movie and putting on another, you looked over to find Steph fast asleep, but Kyra still wide awake.

As you were looking over at her, she looked at you.

There was clearly a sense of awkwardness that had risen so you tried your hardest to try come up with a conversation starter.

“So, Kyra, how are you enjoying London?” You asked, stuttering a few times as you looked at the girl.

“It’s nice, the weathers bad, better than Sweden though.” Kyra responded, a small smile resting on her face.

“I know, I went to Sweden last year with my friend from uni and she’s Swedish and had pre-warned me that it would be cold. Long story short, it snowed the whole week I was there.” You explained, and Kyra let out a giggle.

“It does tend to snow a lot there. You mentioned university, what degree are you doing?” Kyra questioned, continuing the conversation.

“An educational degree, I want to be a primary school teacher.” You responded and she nodded.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and getting to know each other.

The sounds of talking and giggles taking over the sound of the movie.

Steph, who had woken up at some point due to laughter erupting from you and Kyra, couldn’t help but smile at the sound of her sister and close friend.

That night, as Kyra was leaving, you swapped numbers, promising to meet up again soon.

What you didn’t realise was that soon meant soon soon. Like in the morning soon.

It was a last minute decision but you’d asked Kyra if she wanted to meet for a coffee before she had training.

Kyra messaged back saying yes almost immediately and you replied back with the address of your favourite cafe.

“Hey, Ky.” You said as you saw her sat down at a table.

She got up and hugged you, before you both sat down opposite each other.

Similarly to the previous night, the conversation flowed and you found yourself staring in awe at Kyra.

There was just something, everything, that you loved.

After that morning, you both found yourselves making up excuses to see each other.

As much as you loved seeing Kyra, you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

You could feel yourself falling for the girl but she was your sister’s teammate.

Could you do that Steph?

You didn’t know the answer to that question until the match against Chelsea.

A few nights before the match, you had been at Kyra’s apartment, her having cooked dinner for the two of you, when she’d asked in conversation if you could come watch the match.

Now, normally, you didn’t go to many matches, only going to watch big games that meant a lot to your sister.

But Kyra asking you was different, you wanted to watch the match, you wanted to watch her play.

Steph couldn’t believe her hearing when you told her.

She must have asked about four times for you to repeat before the message actually went to her brain.

The following Sunday, you travelled to the sold out Emirates stadium.

Although you hated watching football, you had a really good time, getting to see your sister and Kyra win 4-1 over Chelsea.

You made your way to the players exit, hoping to see Kyra before she went home.

“You played amazing, Ky.” You whispered into her hair as you hugged her tightly.

“I only played like five minutes.” Kyra pointed out, a saddened smile on her face.

“Yeah but you changed the whole play when did come on.” You tried to cheer her up, genuinely telling the truth.

“I guess.”

“Anyway, Steph’s waiting in the car for me. I told her that I wanted to wait to see you and that I’d only be five minutes but someone is a slow changer.” You teased her, and a light pigment spread over her cheeks. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

As you were walking away, you heard your name being called.

“Y/N, wait.” Kyra shouted. “Go on a date with me.”

“A date?”

“Yeah, only if—” Kyra started but you cut her off.

“—I’d love to, Ky. Message me.” You told her, pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek, before walking away.

You got into the car with a massive smile on your face making Steph look at you with the biggest smirk ever.

“Something’s got you happy, huh? Is it Kyra?” Steph playfully questioned you. “Aw, look at you blushing.”

“Fine, fine. Kyra asked me on a date. Would you be okay with that?” You asked her hesitantly.

“Of course I would. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because she’s your teammate and I don’t know.” You told her

“Ladybug, you’re my sister, I just want you to be happy, and if that’s with Kyra, then I’m happy for you.” Steph said, using your childhood nickname.

“Thanks, Steffy.”

“Now, when’s the date? What are you wearing? Where is it?”

You groaned as the questions kept coming.

“Do you know what? I really do love you Steph, and I know I don’t mean this, but I really hate you right now.”

—

The following Saturday, Kyra took you to a small restaurant on the outskirts of st albans which just so happened to be your favourite restaurant.

“How did you know this was my favourite?” You asked her as you sat down at the table.

“I remember you telling me back when we first met.” Kyra replied, sending you a smile.

Your heart melted at the fact she’d remembered something so little from months ago.

Over dinner, you and Kyra laughed, and spoke, and just told each other everything and anything.

To say it was an incredible night was an understatement.

After paying the bill, you and Kyra went back into the car and started to drive back to Steph’s house.

Once more, the conversation never died down, you and Kyra finding something to laugh about.

The drive came to an end as Kyra pulled outside the house.

You turned to look at her, resting your hand on hers which was still perched on the gear stick.

“Thank you for tonight, Ky. I think it was genuinely one of the best nights of my life.” You told her and she smiled.

“Me too.”

As you went to leave the car, Kyra grabbed ahold of your arm.

Without needing to be told anything else, you turned to face her again, but smashed your lips onto hers.

Kyra immediately kissed back, smiling into the kiss as it came to an end.

“That was amazing.” Kyra said, a smile taking over her face.

“I’ve waited to do that for months.” You told her and she hummed in agreement.

“You know, my mom used to tell me what it was like to fall in love. Even in my wildest dreams, I never thought it'd be this good. The past few months have been the best ones of my life because I’ve been given the gift of falling for you.” Kyra admitted and your heart melted at her words.

“Oh, Ky.” You didn’t know what to do, there was no words that could express how you felt so instead, you placed your lips on hers. “I can’t believe you chose me to fall in love with.”

“You should believe it. You’re kind, you’re gorgeous, you’re clever. Ways there not to like?”

“You know, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about you over the past few months, it’s that you’re a sweet talker, Kyra.” You joked, and she laughed lightly.

Once again, you connected your lips together, but it was soon interrupted my your sisters face staring at the two of you through the car window.

“Steph!”

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Rating: E

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Tags: Dubious Consent, Consensual Kink, Barebacking, Creampie, Sexual Coercion, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, they're matching each other's freak your honor, Trans Rain, Mean Swiss

Summary: Okay so basically Rain is girlfriend.

Oh, that's-” Rain whispers and winces as the character onscreen is torn into, blood and guts flying everywhere as the zombies began to feed. He hides his face in Swiss' shoulder, covering his ears as the harsh screams fade into quiet gurgles.

“Awful.” He mutters. “Disgusting.”

Swiss chuckles and tosses a piece of popcorn into his mouth, catching it neatly on his tongue. He’s got his arm wrapped around Rain as the water ghoul snuggles into him and he rubs comforting little circles into his skin. He’d done the classic yawn and stretch early on, laying the groundwork for how he hoped it would go. Rain hadn't shaken him off, which was a good sign. And the gore on screen only made the poor little thing shiver and scootch closer to Swiss.

“Cold?” He asks, like he hasn't set the AC to blast frigid air over the poor ghoul's skin, breaking it out into goosebumps that left him curling up more and more because oops the blankets are all in the wash. His eyes linger on the shape his nipples make as they stiffen up into peaks under his shirt. A far more interesting thing to watch than the shitty B-movie playing out on the screen in front of him.

“A little.” Rain says with a delicate wrinkle of his nose. Swiss chuckles and momentarily sacrifices his arm placement to shrug off his hoodie and hand it over; Rain pulls it over his thin top gratefully, taking away Swiss’ top tier view of his tits but it's a willing loss in the long game he's playing here. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my Rainy baby.” Swiss says fondly, nudging him with an elbow and Rain purrs, snuggling up close.

They fall silent as the girl on screen walks down a hallway. Rain’s tense, cringing already. Almost… Swiss thinks, shifting into position. Rain won't have to worry about the rest of the film if Swiss pulls this move off. He shifts as subtly as he can, timing it with the little jump-scare that's a creaking floorboard. The girl hesitates, sweat dripping down her temple. Her fingers skate across the peeling paint of the door. Swiss does the same along Rain's arm, ostensibly to comfort him but it puts Swiss' hand right on the water ghoul's shoulder in a predatory grip.

Rain's breath hitches as she pushes open the door with a long whine of the rusty hinges to reveal an empty room. It's so cute how his Rainy mimics her relief; a little smile, a little chuckle at their own fear.

A step in the room.

Two.

She's by the bed now, and-

The zombie underneath strikes, lashing out with withered arms to drag her screaming to her bloody fate beneath and-

At the exact same moment, Swiss moves; bringing his arm around Rain's neck in a headlock as he cackles and drags the both of them off the couch, Rain kicking and screaming in fear the whole time and-

“You jerk!” Rain spits when Swiss lets him loose. Through his laughter, Swiss feels the gentle baps of Rain's irritation wherever the water ghoul can reach.

“Rainy, baby-” he gasps, but the assault continues, Rain getting up on his knees to whack him with the long sleeves of his own sweatshirt and a cute little pout. “Sugar-pie, honey-bunch-!”

“Oh, don't you dare!”

“You know that I love you!” He croons, opening his arms wide and with the assistance of his own long legs, bullies Rain right into his embrace, peppering him with kisses. “Just can't help myself, whenever I'm around you.”

Rain receives his affection with a flat face and no reaction, crossing his arms and making unhappy little noises until Swiss manages to heave them both up back on the couch. Rain flops over on his back, still not looking at him. Swiss’ tail wags happily as he settles his body weight on top of him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek as he brackets his arms around him.

“I said I just can't help myself…” he finishes, flicking the tip of his nose. “Whenever I'm around you.” Rain is not amused if the scowl on his face is anything to go by. Swiss kisses that unhappy curve of his lips, brushing a stray curl off Rain's cheek. “You're cute when you scream.” He says softly.

“I'm always cute.” Rain corrects acidly, purposefully avoiding eye contact. Swiss chuckles, nips at his lower lip and kisses him. Sweet and chaste at first but when Rain's mouth opens to sigh, he takes the chance and licks inside in the way he knows makes his Rainy baby's tummy swoop. Fingers tangle in his soft curls, run down his neck to feel the race of his pulse and soon he's kissing Swiss back. Loops his arms around Swiss' neck and hooks a leg around his waist.

It doesn't take much more than that to get his cock to fatten up in his sweats. He's got his pretty little water ghoul gasping and arching into his touch, wearing his sweatshirt and murmuring his name. It'd make a saint go bad and Swiss is no holy idol on a pedestal. His head tips back as he starts a slow grind, right into the meeting of Rain's thighs and the softness of his folds under his leggings. Swiss doesn't think he's wearing underwear and the thought makes him leak.

“You can't be serious.” Rain huffs in disbelief, but rocks his hips up in a heavy counter rhythm to make each crush of their bodies feel that much better. “Someone just died on the TV.”

“Ain't watchin’ the TV.” Swiss chides, gripping Rain's waist to guide him, starting a thrusting pace they're both intimately familiar with. “M watchin’ you .” He pets over the fabric, finds the shape of his labia and nudges them apart so he can rub the dark head of his cock up and down his parted lower lips as Swiss covers the protests made by the upper pair. He knows which one is telling the truth about what Rain wants. This one is drooling, soaking a little patch into his leggings already. He pushes to test the heft of his cock against the weave of the leggings, rewarded with the bump of Rain's clit and lower, the way his hole winking on the other side, trying to entice his cock in. Heedless of the barrier in place, it wants him in, bad. Rain moans, deep and pleasured as Swiss kisses his neck but as the humping grows more frantic, so does Rain. Rolling his head around, wiggling his hips. Batting at Swiss as he wheezes, looking tense.

“My Rainy gonna cum already?” Swiss asks with a teasing lilt. “Just from this? I'm not even inside you yet baby, can’t you wait til I am?”

“N- oh !” He squeaks, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over. “Swiss, we can't!”

“We both want to.” Swiss says. He can already picture the indents in his soft skin that the elastic waistband of the leggings always leave. Thinks about how he's gonna mark Rain up worse than that with bruises that'll take ages to fade. “Lemme in beautiful, lemme make us feel good.”

“There's no…” Rain hesitates. Still so shy after how long they've been together. “Swiss, you know I can't, not without protection.”

“I'll pull out, babe. Promise.” He punctuates the statement with a sneaky hand up the sweatshirt, cupping his breast and thumbing over a nipple. Rain’s hesitation doesn’t do anything to kill his libido; if anything, his cock only flexes extra hard in his sweats.

“Yeah, right.” Rain scoffs, which is an insult to the work Swiss is trying to do here. He'll worm his way in though, of that he has no doubt. He knows how much Rain likes to fuss for special attention. It might as well be foreplay to him at this point.

“Can't you be happy with a handjob?” Rain pleads when Swiss rucks his sweatshirt up, showing off his pretty tits and tickles his tummy just above the waistband. Swiss hums a negative, shaking his head. Rain's getting wetter and wetter with each dirty slide of their bodies and Swiss isn't going to settle for a dry handy.

“My tits,” he offers next, cupping then invitingly, the soft flesh spilling over his fingers and while it's more tempting it's still not what Swiss wants. He shoves his hand down Rain's leggings, circles his slippery clit with a cruel and loving touch. Rain whimpers and arches into it. Swiss plants his face in Rain’s soft chest, purring as he rubbed back and forth over his cleavage.

“My mouth?” He drags Swiss’ head up by the horns so they can kiss and Rain can show off how clever he is with his tongue. When they pull apart, Rain looks desperate. Swiss blinks at him, slow and sleepy, wide grin spreading over his face as he shakes his head. “It’s the same thing Swiss, just let me suck you off.” Rain pleads when he realizes how screwed he is. “You can cum on my face if you want.” The thought makes his stomach curl with lust, imagining ropes of his pearly cum streaking Rain’s pretty face. He hates it; which is why Swiss loves it.

“Ah, but then I couldn't kiss you when I cum.” He says sweetly, dipping lower to slide two fingers in, nice and easy. The leggings practically come down of their own accord between Swiss trying for a better, less ache-inducing angle and Rain's struggle to try to get away. “I know that's your favorite part.” His fingers curl strategically, hitting Rain's favorite spot and making the water ghoul swear, rolling his hips down into it. He’s gotta make it good for his Rainy too, what kind of boyfriend would he be otherwise? “Plus, I know you wanna cum too. I know my princess is never happy with just fingers.”

He picks up the pace, drawing out lewd, wet noises as Swiss fingerfucks him. Rain writhes, riding his hand like a seasoned whore, body betraying his mind. This is Swiss’ favorite part. Sometimes he thinks about keeping Rain like this forever. Just aware enough to deny it, but so well-kept, well-fucked enough that Swiss could slip in anytime he wanted. Maybe loan his holes out to the others if he felt generous enough.

“I can cum like this, Swiss, just let me blow you-”

“Oh, I know you can…” Swiss tells him. “Which is why I won’t let you.”

His fingers stop. Rain hisses, grinds down as he trembles. He’s so easy but Swiss can play him like a fiddle, drawing the note out until it’s just the faintest quiver in the air and Rain’s sagging as his pleasure slowly dwindles down despite his best efforts to reach his peak.

“Just the tip?” he asks cheekily and Rain cracks an eye open to scowl at him.

“ Hate you.” he whimpers.

“Love you.” Swiss croons. What he’d really love is to get his face planted between Rain’s sleek thighs, suck his little clit until he squirted all over the couch but now that he’s so close to his goal he can’t risk any interference. Next time, he thinks as he waits for Rain’s reluctant acquiescence.

“You have to pull out before you cum.” Rain tells him quietly, frowning with the internal conflict. He’s too pretty to be thinking so hard. Swiss vows to wipe all the distress off his Rainy baby’s face.

“Whatever you want me to do.” Swiss promises, all sweet, poisonous desire. Rain doesn't catch it, too busy shuffling his leggings the rest of the way off and he spreads his pretty thighs wide, fully on display. He glares somewhere off to the side as Swiss coos in admiration, taking his fingers out to pet at the soft, vulnerable skin, smearing his slick around until it shines.

Damn, Swiss really wants to eat him out now. But his cock hurts more than his tongue ever could and Rain has his eyes screwed shut like he can't bear the sight of Swiss' smug grin.

“Aw baby,” he croons, sliding up tight to Rain’s body. “Won't you let me see the look in those gorgeous eyes when I push in?” Rain cracks one eye open, baleful and suspicious. Swiss just grins, tugs down his waist and to let his fat cock spring free, smack at his pussy with the heavy weight of it.

“Does it feel hotter?” He breathes, smushing the blood-dark tip of it over Rain’s cunt, reveling in the way the little hole kisses and suckles, desperate to get him inside. “You’re so wet with nothing the way, sweetie…”

His mouth falls open with a quiet fuck as Swiss glides smoothly inside, groaning at the new feeling of Rain's body without a seal of rubber in place.

“Ooh, that's good. ” He praises, hitching deeper and deeper, inch by inch as Rain moans. “You like it? You like the feel of my bare cock?” Rain shakes his head but his cunt flexes so tight that Swiss nearly greys out at the pleasure of it.

“Oh shit, oh fuck-” Rain whines as Swiss bottoms out, voice breaking pathetically on the last syllable. “Please Swiss, please just,”

“Yeah babe.” He grunts, dragging back to see the way Rain’s slick gleams on his skin, hole already nice and creamy. Swiss can't wait to make it worse. He gets his big hands on the slender curves of Rain's waist, a perfect handhold to keep him in place as Swiss starts at a fast pace, bucking his hips in a sharp, staccato rhythm that nails the spot Rain likes best.

“So goddamn perfect.” He praises, digging his nails in, a little hurt to enhance the pleasure. Rain sings out a pretty song as Swiss fucks him right, blushing high on his elegant cheekbones, struggling to keep his eyes open, his tongue from lolling out. He's always so scared to act the slut he truly is but Swiss knows how to bring out the best in him. “Is this why you always make me wear condoms? Knew you’d like taking it raw too much?”

“Nuh-” Rain gasps as Swiss goes for his clit, the sensitive little bud turning Rain’s higher thought processes off with just a touch, a rub over the nerves. “No, Swiss please don't talk like that, please, I’m not…”

“You are ,” Swiss counters, jabbing in and holding deep, pressed so dangerously high into his body. For anyone else it would be uncomfortable but Rain rides the waves with a heady moan, hiding his face in the crook of his arm as Swiss circles his clit with the calloused pad of his finger. “But you're so scared to admit it, aren't you? Don't you know you're safe with me? Safe to be the dirty little cumslut you know you are.”

His legs are shaking, thighs jiggling as Swiss holds the pressure on his sweet spot, works his clit without mercy.

“You want it deep and raw, you want me to squirt right into your pussy.” He breathes, enthralled with the way Rain's tits look. He leans over, gives one rosy nipple a kiss before trailing up to his mouth. Rain pants and Swiss licks in, steals the air from his lungs and replaces it with more filth.

“Fill you up hot.” He continues, letting Rain feel the heat of his balls rest against his perineum. “So you can cum again to the way it feels dripping out.”

And then. He stops. Pulls away; from his sinful mouth, his plump clit and draws out, groaning at the sight of the creamy ring at the base of his cock. Rain panics, tries to urge Swiss close again with stupid, stuttered pleas; arms going around Swiss' shoulders to keep him where he's at, keep at least the tip inside and Swiss makes another deep noise at the way Rain's body tries to lure him back home.

“What are you doing,” Rain asks frantically, peppering his face with urgent little kisses. “Don't go, I’m so close, I need to cum so bad-”

“No.” Swiss says, firm despite the strain in his voice. “No baby, so’m I and if you cum, I'm not pulling out.”

Rain wails softly in despair, scooting closer to Swiss to kiss him so hard and clumsy they clack teeth. He's vibrating with need, mins gone in his desire to feel good and so lost to the way Swiss kisses him back that he doesn't notice the curve of the wicked smile even when it's right in front of him.

“Say you want it, baby.” Swiss murmurs as Rain cups his jawline in his cool palms, laying his lips to the corner of Swiss' mouth. “Say what you want and I’ll get back inside.”

“No…” Rain says, choked. “Don't make me.”

“Don't make you cum?” Swiss asks cheekily. “You're too spoiled for denial, and I'm just too whipped to say no, you know?”

He nuzzles at sweaty skin, kissing the faint pulse going wild at his temple. Let me cum inside , he mouths against it, regardless if Rain understands it or not.

“You can't ,” Rain begs, sounding like he's about to cry. “Don't cum in me, Swiss. What if I get pregnant?”

“It's not like I'll be able to knock you up again.” Swiss murmurs. “Not right away, at least.”

“Swiss!” Rain cries, batting at him and that's about as much as Swiss wants to deal with.

“You want it.” He growls, taking Rain by the shoulders, shoving him down into the couch. He looks up at Swiss with eyes that shine with tears, even as his legs fall whorishly open. “Your body wants it, stop letting your brain ruin it for you.”

He takes the plunge. Gives Rain his full length on the first slide back in and grins wildly at the squeal it earns him. His fingers find Rain’s clit again, taking up the rhythm from before and soon Rain can't even shake his head in denial anymore, just lets it fall as he moans in tormented delight, hands flying to cover his mouth.

“You’ll learn.” Swiss pants, staring him down. “You’ll lose the fear eventually. Or you can start liking anal, that won't get you pregnant. Best of both worlds.”

He punctuates the statement with a slap on the ass and Rain whimpers, tightens up that much more.

“I do like the idea of knocking you up though.” He goes in for a soft kiss, a bit of sweetness to balance out the rough treatment this time. “And I think you do too. Go on baby, show me how much you love me. Tell me how good I make you feel, yeah?”

He lovingly pries Rain’s hands away from his mouth so he can sing pretty again; high, girlish uh-uh-uh’s, indistinguishable from sobbing that blend together to to a thin cry as Rain freezes, body going stiff and cums, long and hard. Swiss doesn't let up in his clit, watching the way he goes from right to squirmy, jolting and wriggling to get away.

“That's it.” He soothes, “Oh, you love cumming on this bare dick, don't you baby? Get ready… it's got somethin’ real special to give you.”

Rain starts shaking his head again, planting at Swiss' chest to push him off but it's too late; his balls draw up tight, his cock flexes hard and he cums pressed right up against Rain’s cervix, shooting his load right where it counted the most.

“So good.” He moans, just to hear the noise of despair Rain makes as Swiss fills him up, ignoring his denials. “Never letting you put a condom on me again, baby.”

He doesn't pull out. Wants to keep it all inside, let Rain soak it all up and swim in his shame. The poor little thing is too fucked out to even cringe as Swiss collapses on top of him, sweaty skin to sweaty skin and they both float in the afterglow.

“I love anal.” Rain announces after a few moments, sounding out of breath. “Where did that come from.”

“Uh, my dick?” Swiss offers, rubbing his face over Rain's beautiful tits again. The water ghoul exhales and runs his long fingers through Swiss' curls, scratching at his scalp. He starts purring, happy that Rain is happy.

“I’ll allow it.” He says with exaggerated grace.

“Thank you.” Swiss says meekly, and they both snicker. Something wet writhes against the skin of his waist and Swiss props himself up to see his favorite thing in the world.

“Surprised it didn't come out to play earlier.” He remarks, teasing at the bud between Rain’s folds, now ever so slightly longer.

“I’ll admit it wasn't easy.” Rain murmurs as his tentacle pushes itself out of the sheath, almost shy. Swiss coos at it and lets the appendage coil around his fingers as Rain sighs. He rubs a thumb over the width of it, careful to avoid the tip, which is always more sensitive after Rain uses it as a clit.

“Hi beautiful.” Swiss says, giving it a friendly squeeze. “Daddy missed you.”

“Call yourself Daddy around me again and you’re dry for a month.” Rain threatens. There's no real bite to it, he's just being sassy. Swiss grins, eager to needle him some more.

“ Papa missed you so much.”

“Swiss, I swear to fucking Asmodeus-!”

[the-west-meadow]

People Are Watching (Normal People pt 2)

Lukas Matsson x (fem)Reader, Roman Roy x (fem)Reader

word count: 3.4k (part 1 here)

NFSW: 18+ ONLY

It had been a long time since you’d gotten this dressed up. 

After a year of dating Roman, you had discovered that looks weren’t necessarily a priority. He liked having you on his arm, showing you off, but there was never any need to try too hard. Things were stable with Roman. He just didn’t want you to go anywhere. As long as you were within arm’s reach, he was content. 

So you didn’t put in much effort anymore. Not to say that you had let yourself go; but there were few occasions that called for getting dressed up these days.

That is, aside from the most important night in a long time: election eve. 

You glimpsed Roman coming into the room, collar upturned, adjusting his tie. He slowed when he saw you, eyes tracing your body.

“Almost ready,” you said.

He lingered behind you, examining your reflection in the mirror. There was a look of mingled confusion, sadness, and desire in his eyes.

“Huh,” he said.

“Too much?”

“No, no. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

You caught his eye in the mirror.

“Who?” you asked.

A crooked grin crossed Roman’s face.

“Come on. I know this isn’t for me.”

You felt a prickle of guilt. “Roman…”

“Do we need to do that thing where we say what we’re really thinking?”

“If you want. I know how you like to keep things annoyingly vague.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, tie loose around his neck. 

“I mean, you guys really hit it off, yeah?” he said. “You and Lukas.”

“I guess. I’ve only met him twice.”

“Okay, well I’m telling you from an outside perspective that you guys had a spark. There was something.”

“You and me have something, too.”

“But it’s like the opposite of what we have.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s… you know. Sex…ual.”

You felt your cheeks beginning to flush.

“He’s just a flirt,” you said. “He’s probably like that with everyone.”

“No, Y/N. Not everyone.” 

His eyes shimmered sadly as he smiled.

“But he’s like that with you. And that’s a fact.”

“So what are you saying? What do you want me to do?”

“Look. I get that you have… needs. Needs that I can’t necessarily fulfill.”

He seemed to grow smaller as he spoke. You quickly stepped over to him, taking a seat beside him on the bed.

“That doesn’t matter to me,” you said firmly. “I’m with you because I really fucking like you, Roman. You're my favorite Roy.”

“No, I know.” His hand went compulsively to the back of his head, smoothing down his hair. “It’s just… I don’t want to keep you from something that might be good for you.”

“You think fucking Lukas is good for me?”

“Well… and hear me out— maybe it’s good for me, too.”

“This is sounding fucked up. But go on.”

“Like, it sort of takes the pressure off. If some other guy is giving you what you need... physically— barf— then we can just keep doing what we’re doing. And you’ll never leave me and everything will be fine. Right? Is that how relationships work?”

You couldn’t help but grin. “Not usually.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“But this one can.”

You ruffled his hair as he grinned back at you. 

“Just don’t look so fucking sad,” you said. “You kill me with your sad eyes.”

“That’s the only reason you’re with me. Because of my sad eyes.”

“I know.”

“Lukas doesn’t have sad eyes,” Roman prodded. 

“We both know Lukas is kind of a dumbass. A dumbass who happens to also be a genius.”

“But he’s hot.”

“Shut up and let me get dressed.”

Lukas grew jumpy when he was in New York. The city didn’t make sense to him. What was the appeal? For the most part it just felt chaotic, and not in the best ways. What others loved about it he found uninteresting. There were better places to spend time.

But there was one thing in the city that he wanted. Something he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since the summer. It was November now, cold by American standards. He had been in Sweden for most of that time, on his home turf, recharging, tuning everything out so he could hear his own thoughts. But as it turned out, his thoughts centered on one thing: you.

The day on Lake Como when Roman had brought you to him seemed like a whirlwind. You hadn’t been alone together for more than an hour, but he couldn’t get it out of his head. The exact slant of the light. Your bare feet on his floor. The way your eyes lingered on him. He played it back in his mind over and over, late at night when he couldn’t sleep. Almost as if he didn’t need the real thing anymore. And that was the danger with Lukas: the tendency to get lost in his own fantasies, content to exist in his own mind. 

But when he woke up from the fantasy he realized he wanted more. To see you again. To hear your voice. To spend hours with you in bed. Any bed. 

He thought you would come to Norway with Roman and the others. In fact, he had planned on it. But when you failed to show up, he grew unreasonably depressed. Roman didn’t say a word about what had happened, but occasionally a knowing smile would pass his lips, and Lukas would wonder how much he knew. Or how much he even cared. 

So rather than waste a trip to New York, he decided to confirm things for himself. 

“You know there’s such a thing as time zones, right?” came Siobhan’s voice through the phone. 

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t really pay attention. It’s just whatever’s convenient for me.”

“That’s like the story of your life.”

“Listen, who’s coming to the pre-election circle jerk?”

“Lots of people.”

“The sibs?”

“They’ll all be there. Especially Connor.”

“Any plus ones…?”

A long pause. He could hear Shiv smiling and he hated it.

“Who are you really asking about, Lukas?”

“Look, I had a conversation with Y/N a while back that we never really got to finish.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s a pretty vague descriptor. Without seeing your face I don’t know what to make of that.”

“She’s been with my brother for a year.”

“We’re friends.”

“Oh, you’re friends? I wasn’t aware that you’d ever met.”

“Can you just tell me if she’ll be there or not?”

“Well, she RSVP’d. But you’re playing a really fucked up game, Lukas.”

“I didn’t realize you cared so much about your brothers’ feelings. Everything so far points to the contrary.”

“Fuck off. I’m going back to sleep. But you’re coming, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll respond to the invite if it so pleases you.”

“Good. Goodnight.”

“It’s morning.”

Shiv hung up. Lukas put down the phone and gazed out at the city of Stockholm outside his window. Now he had to brace himself for New York. 

He didn’t know what made him choose that shimmery gold bomber jacket, but it had exactly the right effect when he walked into the room. All eyes on Lukas. If you were there, you wouldn’t be able to miss him. Yet the first person to greet him wasn’t who he expected.

“What is this, foreign election interference?” said Roman, sidling up to him at the bar. 

“I thought you guys took care of that yourselves,” Lukas said, sipping his beer. 

“Good to see you, man. How’ve you been?”

“Better, I guess. You caught me at a weird time last summer.”

“Yeah, you seem chipper. Is that a hint of manic-depression I detect?”

Lukas just raised an eyebrow as Roman grinned.

“Trust me, I know all about it. But really, what’s got you in such a good mood?”

Lukas shrugged. “It’s good to be back.”

“Bullshit. You hate New York.”

“It’s the people who make it worthwhile.”

Roman gave a sly smile. Then he perked up and waved at someone over Lukas’s shoulder.

“Here we go.”

Lukas turned in time to see you brush past him, pausing at Roman’s side. As he caught your eye, the last time you had met came back in a rush. He could almost smell the breeze coming off of Lake Como. 

“Hi,” you said. 

“Hi.” Despite Roman’s presence, Lukas couldn’t take his eyes off of you. With that same sly grin, Roman slipped an arm around your waist.

“We were talking about you earlier,” Roman said.

“Really?” Lukas said.

“Uh-huh. Y/N was nervous about seeing you again.”

Lukas glanced your way, noting how your cheeks flushed immediately. 

“Fuck, Roman,” you said. 

“What? Who wouldn’t be? I mean, look how conventionally attractive he is. Even Shiv said so.”

You slipped out of Roman’s grasp, grabbing a glass of wine from the bar.

“See you around,” you murmured, edging through the crowd and out of sight.  

“Damn, dude,” Lukas said, watching you go. 

“It’s okay. It’s kind of our thing. She won’t say what she’s really thinking in public, so I do it for her.”

He glanced at his watch, then slung back the rest of his vodka tonic.

“I have some presidential ass to kiss. Have a good time, yeah?”

Lukas thought he saw a wink. Then Roman, too, was gone. He could immediately feel the eyes of others on him, ready to swoop in and network him to death. He grabbed another beer and stalked out of the room, conspicuously taller than everyone. 

He found himself in a sitting room with a low sectional sofa, different groups engaged in conversation. He spotted you on one end of the sofa, alone, sipping your wine and staring into space. No one had yet approached you. 

He casually slid into the seat next to you.

“Everything okay?” he said, setting down his beer.

“Yeah. Sorry about Roman.”

“Do you apologize for him a lot?”

“Not to everyone.”

Lukas stretched his arm out along the sofa behind you, angling his knee dangerously close to yours.

“So listen,” he said. “I want to say some things. But try not to react. Even my facial expressions have an effect on the market, okay?”

“I get it.”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the summer.”

“Is that right?”

“If it were up to me, I’d take you out of here right now. Back to my hotel room. I’ve got a really nice place downtown. I’d keep you there for a day or two then maybe we’d go back to Sweden and I could show you around.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“See all the eyes in this room? They’re watching me. My every move is public. And especially who I’m talking to. Not that I give a shit. But it’s you I’m worried about.”

“Why are you worried about me?”

“It’s public knowledge that you’re with Roman. If you’re seen leaving with me…”

You let out a sigh, sinking back into the sofa. Lukas’s fingers brushed your shoulder. He spoke in a low, breathy voice.

“I know it’s fucked. We should be able to do whatever the fuck we want, right?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.” 

“Is it true what Roman said? You were nervous?” 

Your cheeks began to flush again and Lukas smiled.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of adorable, actually.”

His eyes glimmered as he looked at you.

“Careful,” you said. “People are watching, remember?”

“I’m keeping an eye on them,” he murmured. “I know how to take advantage of the brief moments when they look away.”

His hand slid down along the side of your thigh, brushing the skin at the hem of your dress.

“How do we do this?” you whispered. 

“I’ll leave first. You come after me.”

Just as his hand began to slide further up your thigh, Greg collapsed beside Lukas on the sofa. Lukas’s hand gracefully slid away, reaching for his beer.

"Lukas, dude,” Greg said. “I’ve been practicing my Swedish in anticipation of your arrival.”

“Cool, man. Why don’t you practice on her?”

With that he stood, feeling your eyes on his back. He turned to see you gazing at him as Greg talked incessantly into your ear. He winked at you, then disappeared into the other room.

You didn’t even tell Roman you were leaving. Five minutes after Lukas departed, you escaped from Greg and went into the bathroom. You stared at the text from Lukas— the address of his hotel. In another five you were out the door, hailing a taxi. 

You padded slowly down the empty hotel corridor, eyeing the room numbers as you went. Your heart was pounding already. Finally you came to the end of the hall, the presidential suite. You entered with the key that had been left for you at reception. 

All was dark. At first, you wondered if you had arrived before him. 

“Lukas?” you said softly. You rounded the corner into the master bedroom, city lights illuminating the bed. And there he was, propped on elbows, scrolling through his phone, waiting for you. His eyes flickered up in the glow from his screen. Then went dark. Just a silhouette on the bed as your eyes adjusted to the dim city light.

“Come here,” came his low voice. 

He sat up on the edge of the bed as you approached. You stood between his knees as he hooked a finger around yours and drew you closer. 

“That didn’t take you long at all,” he said.

“I’ve been waiting for this for months.”

He slid his hands up your thighs, picking up where he had left off at the party. A soft breath escaped you as you felt his warm palms beneath your dress.

“Does Roman know?”

“I don’t know what he knows.”

“We’re going to take our time this time around. Yeah?”

You could only let out a shaky breath as he hooked his fingers around your underwear and slid them down. Then his head disappeared beneath your dress. Your head went back, eyes closed, as you felt his tongue against you, warm and slow and eager.

It was as if no time at all had passed. He seemed to know your body innately, his big hands gripping your thighs, his soft groans vibrating through you.

“Fuck, Lukas…”

His head emerged and he stood, suddenly towering over you. 

“Turn around,” he breathed as he began to tug off his shirt. But you couldn’t do as he said, not with his body naked before you. You ran your hands up his abdomen, his chest, through the sparse blonde hair. He grinned breathlessly as he watched you, amused. Then he began to unbuckle his pants.

“Go on. I have something for you.”

He gently turned you around and you heard his pants fall to the ground. Then his hands were beneath your dress again, caressing you, up your thighs to your lower back. Smoothly running over your skin. Then you felt one hand withdraw as he pressed the tip of his cock against you. You gasped lightly and felt him guide you down, leaning over the bed, his throat pressed against your shoulder.

“Remember this?”

“Fuck, yes,” you said.

He teasingly ran his tip between your legs.

“You can’t wait much longer, hm?”

“Just fucking give it to me, Lukas.”

With that, he slipped partially inside of you, drawing a gasp. You could feel him grinning into your ear. 

“Like that?”

“Oh, god,” you whimpered. 

“I’ll give it to you. You’ve waited so long.”

He slowly pushed his entire length inside of you. You let out a loud moan.

"That's good. Let me hear you."

He took his time as he thrust slowly in and out of you, beneath the hem of your dress, his hands firm on your hips. 

“There you go,” he breathed. He skillfully slipped your dress over your head and dropped it to the floor, running his hands along your back. He planted kisses on your shoulders as he rhythmically pulsed in, out. 

“I fucking missed you,” he whispered.

"I missed you," you groaned.

He turned you around to face him. His face was flushed even in the darkness. Something glimmered in his eyes. He looked more serious than you had ever seen him. He kissed you, deeply, then slowly lowered you onto the bed and climbed on top of you. He hovered there, inches above your face, looking deep into your eyes.

“I could be good for you,” he said. “You could be good for me.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Really? Then how's it possible that I can make you feel this good?”

You laughed breathlessly, then sucked in your breath as he slid his fingers between your legs, moving in slow circles. You squirmed beneath him, feeling his eyes on you, watching your every movement. 

“You deserve someone to make you feel good,” he murmured. 

You pushed into his touch, head rolling back. Then you grabbed the back of his head, burying your hand in his hair.

“Fuck me,” you whispered.

Wasting no time, Lukas’s hand slipped away. He grasped his cock and pushed into you again, hungry this time, powerful and urgent. You bucked against him, crying out in the dark hotel room, no one to hear you but him. He groaned into your ear, suddenly without words. His fingers dug into your skin as he fucked, hard, taking back every second of lost time. Finally with a strangled cry you felt him shudder inside of you, muscles tensing all at once, then releasing. He shook slightly as he lowered himself down, pulling you to him. He cradled your head against his damp chest.

“I need you here,” he said, brushing back your hair. “Right here.”

You lightly kissed his neck, his chest. He angled your face up and planted a tender kiss on your lips. 

“But it’s not up to me, is it?” he said with a small grin. 

“I’m here now,” you said, curling against him. “That’s all.”

It was late, and Roman’s townhouse was dark when you got back. You carried your shoes through the house and to the bedroom. Roman was there on the bed, still fully clothed, the TV flickering over him. He watched you enter the room with a knowing smile.

“Hey,” he said in his light singsong voice. “How was your night?”

You slid onto the bed, barefoot. Roman sat up and crossed his legs, putting the TV on mute. 

“Do you really want to know?”

“You look good. Your hair is a mess. Looks like it went well.”

“Yeah. It went well.”

He stroked your forearm with one testing finger.

“Why don’t you tell me about it?”

You looked straight at him.

“Seriously?”

“Try me.”

Taking a deep breath, you began.

“Okay… well, you probably saw him leave. I waited a few minutes and went out after him. He texted me the address to his hotel, so I got a cab and went downtown.”

“How did you get in?”

“He left a key at reception.”

“Ooh. Classy. What next?”

You hesitated.

“Come on. You won’t get in trouble.”

“I let myself in, and it was dark. He was in the bedroom waiting for me.”

You heard Roman swallow, but kept going. 

“I went over to him, and he slid his hands up my dress. He really didn’t waste any time talking.”

“Did he say anything? Anything at all?”

“He asked if you knew I was there.”

Roman drew in his breath. He squirmed on the bed, leaning back against the pillows. 

“Uh-huh.”

You lie back on the foot of the bed, crossing your hands over your chest.

“He used his tongue first. He didn’t even undress me. Just lifted up my dress.”

You heard Roman slowly unbuckle his belt. A slight whimper as his hand slid down his pants. 

“And you were right about his dick. He’s huge. He teased me first. Wouldn't give me the whole thing. I think he knew how much it annoyed me.”

You could hear the soft grunts issuing from Roman. 

“Then he started getting sentimental. Said we’d be good for each other. I told him to shut up and put his cock back in me. Then he really and properly fucked me. He felt almost angry.”

“Uh-huh?”

“Hard. Very hard. But afterwards he was soft. He said he wanted me to stay. But I didn’t."

"No?"

"He knew I would come back to you.”

A small groan. Then a low “fuck.” Roman sat up, hunched over on the side of the bed, his hair askew. He stood up, adjusting himself as he headed to the bathroom. He leaned over you, face flushed, hair askew. He kissed your forehead softly, then grinned down at you. 

“When are you seeing him again?”

[sadclowncentral]

about the sea: have you sailed along the southwestern edge of the baltic sea? if yes, could you describe the land and the shore and the water there? i’m doing a little infographic on the fall migration of european starlings from Latvia to the UK (via Denmark) and i’ve never been along that coast! google maps is ok, but cannot compare to someone’s lived experience. especially with the narrative similarities between sailing and flying

this is and remains my favourite ask I have ever gotten, and it took me some time to get it right. The Baltic southwest is in my unbiased opinion the most beautiful place in the world, all year round, and I could never do it justice in all of it’s facets and different faces it wears through the year. So here are some snapshots of the southwest islands through the year, both of the sea and the shore:

Langeland, Denmark in late spring

The southern tip of the island is so flat that it nearly vanished into the sea until you are right in front of it. The belts and straits of what is lovingly called the Danish south sea are a bright blue in the first sunny days of the year. Sometimes, close to shore, yellow-green pollen bloom even creates swirling patterns in the water. There is animals everywhere; birds settled in the quieter water of the bay, mostly seagulls and loons, but swans as well; if you are very lucky, a harbour porpoise will choose the wake of your ship to swim along with, and further east, you might even meet a seal or two. The coast is green fields and white turbines turning so fast that they are blurring before you. Between it all, a constant trail of huge container ships passes the straits, turning the sky close to the water grey with their exhausts. It all seems so warm, until a single cloud passing in front of the sun reminds you of the coldness of the air.

Fehmarn, Germany in early summer

The canola fields are still in full bloom, turning the whole island a bright, joyous yellow, interspersed with specks of red and blue from the field flowers, swishing in the wind. Bright yellow and bright green against the blue backdrop of the Baltic sea. The island and the land here are flat as a pancake, making it easy to see from shore to shore; only on its edges, like a crumpled paper, does the island lift up into sandy cliffsides that drop of dramatically into pebbled beaches. Standing on the beach, the water is a azure blue, and in the sun, the numerous sandbanks are clearly visible in the light turquoise. While the wind is ever present, it is subdued in early summer, but the jagged cliffs are a stark reminder of the violence of the winter storms. All trees lean towards the shore, gnarled branches disfigured by the wind; there is a reason we call it “the land that even trees bow for”.

Ven Island, Sweden in the middle of the summer

Coming from the open water up north, the island appears like a golden hill rising out of the sea. The grainfields in full bloom, the warm sandy beaches, and the sun behind it. Behind you, the Øresund gave you the perfect reprieve, watching cities and mixed tree forest pass by in turn on either side after the rough waters of the Kattegatt, where both North and Baltic sea crash together in a cacophony of wave pattern, shaking you and your boat around frantically over strong winds. Now, on Ven, it seems almost a lifetime ago, as you follow the soft roads winding up the island and watch as grain and water are dispersed by the wind in mirrored patterns, golden and green-blue.

Christiansø, Denmark in later summer

Arriving in Christiansø is always a wild ride. While the sun beats down in unrelenting brightness, the waves and wind that had time to build over the whole Baltic sea are so strong that salt crystals form on your face from the constant sea spray that hits you in the face. The island seems almost unreal – just jagged brown-grey teeth of rock rising out of the middle of the sea with no land visible in either direction for miles, with deepest blue water surrounding it, no ground in sight. The waves crash on the stubborn rocks with a loud crashing sound, and over all of that, the stubborn calls of birds that circle around the islands undeterred. On the island, the specks of green, of still water ponds and green grass (I don’t remember a single tree), seem almost comical against the rusted brown rocks. You stare out into the dark marine blue and watch the sunset through the roaring and screeching.

Rügen, Germany in early autumn

Auttumn has arrived, and with it, heavy clouds and heavier winds. The Baltic sea, as beautiful as it is in summer, as strong are the east wind storms that start belting down on the southwest from September onwards. Without the sunlight, the water has turned a deep angry green, but mostly white, as sea foam flies over gnashing waves. Sometimes, as the water rises past your ship, you can see the last moon jellyfish of the season in long tangled webs of kelp pass you by. The rain is soft and dispersed, but colder than the water and makes visibility low. But then, the northeast of the island comes into view, as darkness has already set in, and as the wind dies down and the clouds disperse the island shines in a blinding white, the chalk cliffs of the island rising above the water. The breaking off chalk turns the water here a pastel turquoise in the sun as it dispersed, but here now, it’s dark grey, just as the sky.

[pyssball]

cold rush .ᐟ sebastian vettel

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a/n: first instalment of the series, im so excited ! starting with seb bc hes my absolute fav. this bit takes place back in 2023 solely bc i want this to align with seb actually being in Sweden for an actual, not made up reason. i hope you guys like it 🫶🏻

word count: 1.3k

no warnings for this chapter 💌

January 20, 2023

Three hours after she responded to his text, Sebastian started planning the date.

Sure he had a week’s time in between now and then but he enjoys having everything they could possibly want or need ready for use when they need it.

He and Jenson sat on the patio of Seb’s home, sipping alcoholic drinks, “So I was thinking about snowboarding.”

As soon as the word ‘snow’ left Sebastian’s lips, Jenson shook his head, covering his mouth his the back of his hand, “She gets cold way too easy.” he spoke, “Plus you know Mark will give you hell for taking her out in cold weather.”

Sebastian thought for a moment before shrugging a reply, “He’ll get over it, I’ll just tell her to bring extra layers.”

Jenson chuckled, finishing off his glass, “Yeah, like she doesn’t pack enough already. Took her to Greece for a week and she brought like thirty-five outfits. And not to mention she’s hard-headed, she’ll wear two coats and make you carry a third while you guys are there”

“Doesn’t hurt to have options.” the German joked before taking a rather large swig of his drink.

“Sounds like you two are perfect for each other then.” Jenson swatted at Sebastian’s arm playfully before rubbing the palms of his hands into his thighs and standing up, “I think I should get going mate, you have fun planning and uh, carrying extra coats around” the Brit winked as he finished the statement.

He and Sebastian shared a hug and a few more laughs before he left, Sebastian cleaned up the liquor and beer bottles before snuggling into bed, searching on his phone for snowboarding lodges.

January 27, 2023 (4:32 p.m)

Chloe woke up just before the plane landed, she peeked out the window to see snowy mountains and a pink and orange sunset. As she got off the plane and went through customs all she could think about was Sebastian. She hadn’t seen him since his retirement party and this was the first time since then that their schedules have lined up. She walked to the entrance, looking for Seb’s car, his face, his hair, something.

“Come on, Seb, where are you?” she mumbled under her breath, she heard a chuckle from behind before she whipped around to see Seb standing behind her, grinning ear to ear, with a bouquet of daisies.

Her eyes went wide with excitement and surprise when she saw him, “Sebby!” she shrieked, immediately pulling the man into a hug and squeezing him tight. Seb chuckled and hugged her back equally as tight, “Hi, schatz. I missed you so much.” he said as they swayed back and forth still embracing one another.

Chloe pulled away from the hug, grabbing his face and pressing a kiss to his lips, “I missed you too, you have no idea.”

Seb gestured the flowers towards her as they walked to the car, not getting the reaction he hoped to get from them, “Oh my goodness, Seb, they’re beautiful.”

He smiled as she sniffed one of the flowers, “Smell good, I hope?” he joked.

She nodded, “Home now, I’ve been in these clothes for a day in a half, I need to shower.”

“That and we need to rest for snowboarding tomorrow.” he glanced over to her to see her reaction

Chloe stopped in her tracks, “Snowboarding?” she looked at him as if he had three heads.

He chuckled at her expression, “Yes, snowboarding, it’s part of our big date.” he winked.

She giggles as they reach the car, Seb reaching around to open the passenger door, “I thought Mark said no more activities in the snow after I rammed that sleigh into the barn?”

Seb shrugs at the question, “Good thing Mark isn’t here then, huh?” he places his hand on her thigh as he gets into the car, settling into his seat.

January 30, 2023 (8:36 a.m.)

The feeling of cold air hit her arm before the fact that Seb wasn’t in the bed with her did.

She sat up, moving her messy brown hair from her face, shivering as more of her skin was exposed to the cold Swedish air. She made a few noises of pain as she stretched her arms and back before whispering to herself, “Sebby..”

Seb peeked his head from around the bathroom door frame, his hair was wet, “Good morning, liebe.” he said softly, “I just took a little ice bath outside, sorry if the noises woke you up.”

She blinked at him, “An icebath? Since when do you take ice baths?” she giggled at the thought of one of Seb’s former team or teammate convincing him take one in the first place.

“Charles told me to try it” he shrugged, “You should try it, helps with moodiness.” he winked before going into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

Chloe, left gobsmacked about the comment, follows him in an overshirt t-shirt and a pair of boxers, “You did not.”

“I did and I apologize.” he turns to her to press a kiss to her cheek, smiling as he did so.

“Maybe I forgive you.” she smirks, looking up at him while wrapping her arms around his neck.

He smirked, reaching behind himself to reveal a bowl of strawberries, pushing it into her hands, “How about now?”

Her face lit up as she grabbed the bowl from him, nodding frantically. He looked lovestruck for a moment, he just starred at her, admiring her cuteness.

He caught himself when he nearly leaned in to kiss her, he cleared his throat and rubbed his hands together, “Now hurry and eat that so you can get ready to leave for snowboarding!”

She did a tiny hop before making a squeal like sound, “I forgot that was today!” she quickly finished the strawberry she had in her hand and shoved the bowl back into Seb’s hands.

She ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind her, a couple seconds later the shower could be heard running. The suddenness of her actions made Seb laugh to himself as he finished the strawberries.

(1:47 p.m.)

After 4 hours of pure goofiness in the snow, the pair decided it was time to head back home and get ready for the dinner reservations Sebastian had made the week prior.

“That was so fun!” Chloe giggled as she placed a light kiss on the German’s cheek as they walked to the car after their outing.

“Even though you complained about being cold the entire time?” Seb teased as he opened the passenger door, putting his hand on the small of her back as she got in.

Chloe rolled her eyes at the comment, pulling her coat tightly around her, “Not my fault you decided to take me to one of the coldest places known to man.” she spat back.

“Well you can’t say you didn’t enjoy it, you just admitted it was fun.” he chuckled. Seb’s hand ended up resting on her inner thigh once he started driving, looking at her at every stop light or sign as she rambled on about her job.

He starts admiring the way her skin glows in the sun, how she talk with her hands, the facial expressions she makes while impersonating other people in her stories, how her Scottish accent gets thicker as she talks more.

He completely understands all the comments he sees on posts about her talking about how beautiful and funny and smart she is. He had never really thought about how much he liked her until now, her company was the best possible thing for him.

He wanted nothing more than to make her happy, to make her feel loved, to take her places she’s never been, to experience new things with her and now that they both finally had some down time, they were definitely going to make the most of it.

thank you for reading, darlings ! remember to like and reblog ! i’ll give u a smooch if u do, luv u all !

[sunsetkerr]

SURPRISE, SUPERSTAR | s.kerr

summary: you fly from london to australiua to surprise sam for her bronze medal match against sweden [1.6k words]

pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr

notes: part two is here!

[ 📱 sammy: ] two more days and I'll be home, missing you lots

[ 📲 message sent: ] good luck today superstar, you’ve got this x

[ 📱 sammy: ] hopefully

[ 📱 sammy: ] how are you feeling? 

[ 📲 message sent: ] better than yesterday, I was so out of it

[ 📱 sammy: ] I know, you were gone all day 

[ 📱 sammy: ] I miss you a lot y/n

[ 📱 sammy: ] keep the apartment warm for me x have to go prac now

[ 📲 message sent: ] I miss you too x go be an athlete or whatever

[ 📱 sammy: ] yes maam xxxx I love you

[ 📲 message sent: ] I love you more, I’ll see you soon x I’ll be watching tonight

technically you weren’t lying to her.. you just never said where you would be watching. You clutched your carry-on close to your body as you waited to get out of the plane. You were grateful for time zones, they helped you keep your story under wraps. As you stood up to follow the line of people out of the plane, you texted alanna, letting her know that you had landed safely; landed in Brisbane. 

while you were on your 22 hour long flight, sam was under the impression that you were sick- sleeping away your symptoms in dreary england, when you were actually flying over to australia.

alanna, who was ruled out for the last two games of the world cup had helped you organise everything. she had told the accommodation team that you would be rooming with sam and for them to organise a spot for you in the vip section with the other family members of the team.

you hadn't seen sam in a month while she was on her world cup journey, smashing records and winning over the nation. you were finally able to make some time off and jetted across the world to cheer on your girlfriend during her bronze medal match against sweden.

the airport was bustling with people, you looked for a sign with your name on it- something alanna had told you to look out for. you were spoilt by the tilly’s team. once you found your name on a piece of card, the matildas logo in the bottom corner, you made your way to the car with your driver.

sam would be at the stadium for the rest of the day, prepping for tonight’s game. so you were free to leave your stuff in her room, which you had now been given a card for. as you came inside, you saw sam’s things sprawled all across the room. you smiled with a sigh, shaking your head. you began to pick up after sam, folding training jumpers, media kits, and training tops over and over. she had been busy, constantly on the move and obviously neglected the time to clean her room. but you knew that she would feel better coming back to a clean hotel room after tonight, win or lose. 

you spent the rest of the day lounging around the hotel room before getting ready for tonights game. you pulled on your matildas jersey, number 20 on the back and sams last name above it. pairing it with some white pants and boots, you picked a large brown jacket to cover it with- knowing that it would be cold during the game most likely.

as you were leaving for the stadium, your phone buzzed.

[ 📱 sammy: ] almost game time, putting phone away x make sure you eat something light for dinner if you’re not feeling good bub x

[ 📲 message sent: ] i’m feeling a lot better, but i will x

[ 📲 message sent: ]  good luck superstar x go show australia what you’re made of 

[ 📱 sammy: ] i love you so much

[ 📲 message sent: ] i love you more

your heart felt overwhelmed thinking of how nervous sam would be for tonight. she had the entire country in the palm of her hand and you knew how desperately she wanted to bring them back some hardware from this cup. she was terrified to lose. 

you knew that it didn’t matter. australia would remember this tournament forever and she was one of the reasons why. she had changed sport in australia for the better throughout this world cup, all of the team had. you were ready for them to show australia what they had to give.

arriving at the stadium you met up with clara and harper who were decked out in all of their matildas gear. 

“hey harps!” you crouched down to the girls level as she ran over to you. she engulfed you as best she could, her little arms wrapped around your neck for a hug. 

“you ready for tonight?” clara asked, a smile on her lips. as you stood back up, now holding harper on your hip- you gave clara a hug hello.

you let out a deep breath, “i’m nervous for them,” you admitted. 

“me too,” clara agreed. “harper wants to go get her face painted,” clara smiled, poking her daughter’s belly. 

“face paint?” you gasped, she laughed at you. “let’s go,” you cheered heading towards the lounge for family members. you let harper sit on your lap as the artist painted a green and gold design on her cheeks. the team photographer snapped a few pictures of you both as you waited for harper. she held your hand tightly as the brush went over her skin. you couldn’t wait to one day have your own child with sam, for this to become your reality. 

the game was getting ready to start as you went and sat in the vip section. harper sat in between you and clara, a snack in her hand. clara pulled a blanket out from her bag and laid it over all three of you. the crowd was beginning to get louder as they announced the girls from the tunnel. 

you stood up with clara, waiting to see sam and there she was. leading her girls out of the tunnel, she waved to the nation as she walked onto the pitch. you cheered loudly along with the rest of the crowd. 

katrina looked up to where she knew harper and clara would be sitting, but when she spied you, she quickly called out to sam. “skippa’,” she shouted. sam turned around to listen to her. following katrina’s hand as she pointed into the stands, her jaw dropped.

there you were, sat in a jersey with her name on the back of it- looking beautiful as ever. she knew she couldn’t leave the team, it was time to do the anthems and she had things to do as captain. 

so she did what she could, she smiled, blew you a kiss and waved.

you waved back, your heart beating faster than it had all day. 

“i love you!” she called out to you from her spot. you laughed, knowing that she was probably fighting all urges to run over and kiss you, you would be doing the same in her position. 

you mouthed back to her ‘i love you too’, waving again. as she lined up with the team, ready to get on with the pre-game, she smiled at you again and her eyes didn’t leave you. 

‘thank you’, she mouthed. 

you blew her another kiss as the crowd began to calm down, ready to sing the anthems so the game could begin. you watched sam stand with her team, ready to play for australia and to show them what football was all about. 

and in that moment, you had never been more proud of her.

[azulock]

Day twelve, here is the end! And we go back to Oliver for probably the thing I was most excited to write, the Gävle Goat. Thanks to my favorite slut of a man for being from Sweden and giving me the chance to write this stupid thing. If you are cold, the Gävlebocken is cold, set it on fire!

summary. after spending the morning of Christmas day with his parents, Oliver takes you to see Sweden's most famous contribution to Christmas: the Gävle Goat And the infamously flammable straw goat he always dreamt of seeing being set on fire as a child might just have a surprise for him this year. Or maybe, it's Santa who does.

pairing. Oliver Aiku x Reader

wordcount. 872 words

12. The Gävle Goat - Oliver Aiku

"Oh, man, I remember coming to see this thing every time we'd spend Christmas here in Sweden when I was a kid," Oliver beamed, his breath fogging up in the chill air as his gloved hand found yours. "I always hoped I'd luck out one day and get to see it burn."

You laughed at Oliver's words, and he laughed alongside you, pulling you closer to share body heat as you both walked the snow covered street together. After spending the morning of Christmas day with his parents, he'd taken you by train to Gävle, to see the infamously flammable Gävlebocken. The twelve meters tall straw goat had been a staple of Swedish Christmas for years - and so were the many, many attempts to set it on fire, most of which were actually successful.

"What is it with people and setting this goat on fire, anyway?" You chuckled, holding tight to his arm.

"Fuck if I know," Oliver said with a shrug, "guess it's tradition now. And a little bit of arson is just fun," he grinned, laughing as he looked around and sped up his steps, pulling you along as he turned a street. "Oh, we're here!"

The minute you made the turn the public square came into view, the four storeys tall goat standing proudly in the middle of it - being watched over by bored guards, of course. The place was relatively empty, not surprising given the intense cold as well as the on and off snowfall that had been going on since the day prior. Oliver brought you both as close to the giant straw sculpture as possible, watching joyfully as you looked over it.

"Yeah, I get it now," you breathed out, resting your head on Oliver's shoulder as he held you by the waist, taking you for a walk around the straw goat so you could see the entirety of it. "It really does look like it needs some burning."

"Doesn't it?" He laughed, hugging you tight as you snaked your arms around his torso, your steps slow as you treaded through the snow. "Poor thing looks cold, someone should set it on fire."

"Maybe you should do it yourself," you leaned into him, whispering in his ear, warm breath tickling his cold skin. "Take matters into your own hands and make your childhood dream come true."

"Maybe," he whispered back in a low tone, laying a small kiss to your cheek. "Let's go make some Molotov cocktails and come back here, keep the tradition aflame."

You both laughed, coming to a stop as you neared the back of the straw goat, watching the lights on its horns illuminating its snow covered profile and the dim, gray sky around it. He couldn't really say there was no charm in the dream of setting the damn thing on fire, but there was even more in planning arson with you. Snaking his arms around your body as you both laughed, Oliver pulled you in tight against his chest, his lips meeting yours in a warm kiss that silenced the sound of your chuckles, leaving only the quiet air around.

The quiet barely lasted a second as quickly you both heard the sound of a speeding bike, it echoed loud in the silent square, but you couldn't see it, eyes looking in confusion. Though, even that wouldn't last long. The powerful hum of the bike's engine was almost immediately followed by the much louder sound of an explosion. Oliver's eyes quickly caught sight of the sparks, pushing you behind him on reflex, but the explosion happened at the head of the goat, near the opposite side of it.

The fire spread fast, and you and Oliver stood dumb-folded as the fire consumed the straw body of the statue - you both could hear the guards panicking in the background, talking about an arrow and a bike with two people dressed as Santa Claus. It was ridiculous and insane, but the dancing fire before you could only be described as magnificent. At least to Oliver, who realized now he was being granted his childhood wish.

"Wow," you gasped, eyes drawn to the flames as you stepped beside him again, arm curling around his bicep and holding tight. "It's strangely beautiful."

Oliver could only nod, entranced by the scene before him. The panicking guards unable to stop the fire from exposing the goat's metallic structure. The fire, all consuming as it always is, eating away at the straw with speed and purpose.

"This is the best Christmas ever," he muttered, eyes shining with chaotic glee as you laughed against his arm.

"Merry fucking Christmas, I guess," you said with a chuckle, the both of you basking in the warmth of the fire. "It seems Santa granted your wish."

"Two Santas on a bike," he laughed, turning back to you and giving a peck to your lips, smile wide on his face. "Gotta call my dad now, he owes me money."

"You betted on the goat burning?" You asked with a warm laugh.

"Oh, babe, I always do," he replied, laughing along with you. And this year he had won, Santa had come through indeed, in more ways than one.

shout out to: @wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife @fivenightsatwhoreville @minarinnn @loser-vxbez @pinksodacan

[hetalia-club]

Breaking down America's raw power

I think the best way I can describe how I see Alfred's strength is that of a Mantis Shrimp. Like imagine how strong a Mantis shrimp is but in human size. Never heard of Mantis shrimp? Let me lay it out for you. A mantis Shrimp can throw a punch at 50 miles an hour and when it swings its hand the kinetic force around it makes the water so hot that it boils. The average Mantis shrimp can punch with a force of being hit with 340 lbs of force. Just in one tiny little claw. and that is the average shrimp not one that is seasoned and has been at it awhile the big ones can get u to 1 ft long and the bigger they get the stronger they get. If their punch happens to form a bubble underwater when the bubble pops it is as hot a the surface of the sun. If a human gets punched by one apparently it feels like being shot by a .22. They can easily fracture human bones. People do keep them as pets but they don't make that great of pets because they can shatter aquarium glass.

Now I don't feel like Alfred utilizes this strength very often but that being said I do fully believe he has the strength to punch a hole through someone's chest if he wanted to.

Let's just sort of break it down a little.

Alfred First Discovery:

Has the ability with little to no effort to pick up a full grown bull bison and swing it over its head.

The weight of an average bull bison is 2000 lbs.

Alfred 1940's:

Drug around England car with a single hand for over an hour because he simply wanted to drive it. Again this looks like a Ford model A of some kind and the typical weight for that kind of car in this time period was about 2,500 lbs. Mind you when America finally found England he was not out of breath or even sweating. This was just a regular Tuesday for him.

I think it is just something the Hetalia fandom doesn't really play off of much and everyone just kind of forgets that America is basically a superhero when it comes to strength. I think of him as having One Punch man level strength where he can be as strong as he needs to be for parody's sake.

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I have this theory that the reason that the cold war happened (I am talking Hetalia here not IRL) Is simply because America and Russia were bored. Because I firmly believe America is not alone in having this massive strength though his might be the most intense. I believe Russia has it as well.

We never 'see' it on screen we do get to hear about it from other nations and when Russia was late to a meeting he did tell America that he "Got a raw deal, I had to stop tanks with my bare hands" Everyone was surprised except except America who just said. "Dude that's sick". He wasn't impressed or afraid by it and simply was like "That's a cool way to spend the afternoon". Then in the same instance when they were acting like they were going to get in an actual fight both France and England had to separate then both seeming extremely concerned while doing so like they were trying to prevent a DBZ style fight.

The cold war was just trying to get the two of them not to get into a fist fight because everyone else was afraid what would happen if they did.

There are a couple others who are rumored to have this strength Sweden being one of them. I think Finland said there were a couple more but I can't remember who. Himaruya said before that Italy is extremely powerful but doesn't often show it because he's a 'coward' Now if we think about it, it would be true based on history. He has beaten a lot of powerful nations by himself. Turkey, Spain, Austria, Empire, France, His brother, Hungary-Austria and many others. Italy has historically won more wars than they have lost by a land slide. Epically after they were unified. They were damn near untouchable after that. In fact Italy has lost very few wars and a lot of wars they have fought have ended in a forfeit which there is nothing wrong with understanding when you've lost and throwing in the towel. It's stupider to keep fighting when you're continuing to lose.

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People seem to think that the UK follows America into battle whenever they go but that's simply not the case if you look up American wars you will see a little green, white and red flag with us even when the UK and Canadian flag isn't there.

I know I'm rambling but I fully believe what I'm saying is true. Maybe starting my HFC poll is sparking it in me thinking just how strong they would actually be.

[math-is-math]

Heather is THE aleheather song (or at least one of lol) and here's why

♬ - "Heather" by Conan Gray; def listen to it if you haven't

Okay let's get the obvious out of the way:

1. The song's name is Heather!! And her name is literally Heather!!!

2. Heather day is known as December 3rd; the lyric, "I still remember the 3rd of December". The episode they became a canon couple in, "The Final Wreck-ening," was literally aired December 3, 2013 in the U.S.

Now this is the part I'm excited to delve into:

3. In the song, Heather is the "it girl." She's the person the narrator wants to be, in order to get the same type of affection from their love interest (as they're in love with Heather).

Now, we're all expecting miss Heather over here to be the "Heather" of the story. She's hot shit, she presents herself as hot shit, there are many guys who are visibly attracted to her (including Alejandro). However, I present you this.

In its full irony, Heather doesn't believe she's the "Heather" of her story.

Everyone fell weak in the knees for Alejandro, even Heather herself. They couldn't stop themselves from falling for his charm; they all wanted to be his "Heather". Throughout the season, he was seen leading on some of the girls. His thing with Bridgette and Leshawna didn't really faze Heather though.

However, she was seen doubting things when Alejandro moved onto Courtney.

In her confessional, after denying anything could possibly happen between them, a look of worry is seen on her face. Throughout those few episodes, she's pretty wary of their relationship, although she covers it up and further focuses on winning the challenges instead. But Alejandro's seen giving Courtney cookies, flirting with her, helping her with her emu and the wedding challenge, etc.

Courtney is starting to become the "Heather" of their story. And frankly, who wouldn't be worried? Because in Heather's eyes, Courtney's a way better person than she could ever be - they all are! Heather is cold and calloused and cruel. The rest of them are humane, they actually have the ability to be kind and show emotion. What would someone as warm and charming as him want to do with her?

Their confrontation/confession in "Sweden Sour" I feel is kind of the peak for this song association, especially his final line:

"Believe me, Heather, the only woman I want to look at is you."

You have this charming young man - who's swooned all the ladies and led them on then broke their hearts and took them to their downfall - confess his devotion to someone the world and their mother hates.

Heather, as someone who:

can't allow herself to trust

can't allow herself to love and become vulnerable

doesn't think she as a person is lovable

cannot believe his confession.

All she's wanted is him, this confession is practically a dream come true. Here he is giving her the title of "Heather" in their story.

But she doesn't know if he's telling the truth. If she allows herself to fall into that trap, she could simply become another pawn on his board. He could twist things and lead Heather to her downfall as well. She could become the narrator once more, just like everyone else, wishing he'd reconsider them as a "Heather" for his story.

Alejandro couldn't possibly mean it, she can't fathom being the "Heather" of their story. She can't fully trust his word. Yes, she doesn't know who his potential "Heather" could be (Courtney lol or maybe someone else he meets after the show is done) but she can't believe it could genuinely be her.

Also in All Stars, in her confessional when she's like:

"It's almost as if he's lost interest in me. No one has ever lost interest in me!"

I feel like that last bit was just her trying to cover up her genuine fear and instead coat it with an ego-boosted comment, to show she really doesn't care, it's his loss after all!

But she's afraid of losing the title of "Heather" in their story once more. It's not like there's any potential competition for her to lose the title to, but there's still a chance of losing it in general.

However, Alejandro always comes through, showing Heather that she truly is her namesake in their story. Taking the dive after she gets beat up, digging her out of the hole, beating the crap out of José for insulting her, literally confessing his feelings to her instead of chucking his doll in to win the million because clearly that was priority.

She'll always be his "Heather". Nothing could change that. <3

[mxlktxa]

wouldn't trade her for the world

☁️🌱🕊 modern!au pairing; abby anderson x fem!reader c/w; a/n; just like the ellie fic, i did this in abbys pov cuz i wanted to see if i could capture her behavior except abby isnt obsessive and i just wanna push out more abby content (and joel maybe idk yet) ☁️🌱🕊

What would this world be like without her? Where would I be right now if she hadn't found me on that god awful bathroom floor? Would I be alive? Would I even meet her later on? Why did she get sent my way? Whatever answers you have, I don't really care to hear them. I'm happy with everything she's given me. I wouldn't trade her for the world.

She's everything I could have ever hoped for.

"Baby, baby, baby!" Y/N yelled, running up to me, arms outstretched and smile bigger than ever, "I have the best news you'll ever hear from me!"

She's so beautiful, I damn near forget to actually listen to her sweet voice, "What's that, gorgeous?"

"Okay, okay. So, you remember how I was working hard for promotion? Well, guess what?"

"Seriously?!" I gasped, watching her nod like crazy as she jumped up and down.

"And! And I got those two weeks off that I will be getting paid for! Which means we can go on vacation."

"To Sweden?"

"Correct!"

My landed on her lips as she gnawed on them and placed her hands on either side of my face, pulling me down so she could rub her nose against mine. I chuckled at her excitement while my hands found their way to her back.

"Why do you do this? The nose rubbing?" I asked, backing away so I could look into her eyes and place a kiss on the tip of her nose as well.

"I don't really know. I mean, I always did it with my mom when I was a kid whenever she wanted to show me some love. I guess I was kind of conditioned with it, y'know?" she explained herself, rubbing her thumbs on my cheeks, "you can always ask me to stop if-."

"No! God, no. I love it, don't stop. I was always just curious is all."

Our eyes met once again. She seemed so happy and comfortable with me as if she never had never felt like this with anyone else before me. Her eyes narrowed hands sliding down to my shoulders and a devious smirk replaced her innocent grin.

"Now what's on that nasty old mind?" her voice dropped down to her familiar flirtatious tone, head tilting as she questioned my thoughts. I scoffed, shaking my head and looking away in slight embarrassment.

"Nothing, really," my voice came out much more nervously than I wanted it to, Y/N raising a brow, "I mean... Maybe a little something but... I don't want-."

"Just ask me, Abby. What do you want?"

It was like she could read my thoughts as her cold, dainty hands were sneaking under my shirt, forcing me to flex at her touch. Her eyes obviously stared at my lips, gradually making their way to my chest which was rising and falling like crazy. I hadn't even fully realized I was breathing so quickly.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanna head upstairs and celebrate your achievements."

Now, I wasn't lying about wanting to celebrate but I didn't want to celebrate like this. But ever since she had run up to me so happily, I couldn't help but want to just fuck her like crazy. I just wanted to listen to her whine and complain. It was all I wanted really.

"And you thought that I would say no to this request?"

"Sort of. We could always just go out. If you want to of course."

"Aww, how sweet," she pouted for a split second before playfully pat my ass and planted a kiss as high as she could reach to my chest, "I'll meet you upstairs, I need to do something."

"Nope, do it later, you come first. Both figuratively and literally," I joked, bending down to lift her over my shoulder and carry the damsel up the steps.

"Abigail! You're not funny!"

"You're literally laughing!"

"That doesn't mean that you're funny!"

Yes it did. She thinks I'm absolutely hilarious.

What would I do without this little angel? Where would I be right this very second if she hadn't found me? I probably wouldn't even be here if it weren't for her. Either way. She's one of a kind and I wouldn't trade her for the world.

[bidisastersanji]

The Old Guard x One piece AU got my brain going brrr and i'm gonna make it your problem now. Center of the matter is I want Zoro and Sanji to meet kind of like Nicki and Joe did (discovering their immortality by fighting on opposite sides and killing each other over and over and then becoming eternal lovers) so I went and did some research for the entire Straw hat crew. Main thing is I wanted to link them to historical events that will give them the right motivations and backgrounds! so here we GOOO

Sanji and Zoro: Because Japan has an isolationist past, the only battle I could find that would work is the Cagayan battles of 1582 in Jakarta between Spanish-Philippine forces vs Japanese pirates (a.k.a Wokou, which are basically pirate ronin) Sanji would thus be a reluctant "Rodelero" sent to South East Asia by his noble family (jokes on them he loves being in the middle of the spice trade and he hates being part of a noble family funding the conquistadores) who one day finds himself fighting a mysterious Wokou samurai Zoro. They're partly isolated from their respective camps when they first kill each other, and again, and again, until they realise they should by all means be dead but they keep healing. After a couple decades of -against all odds- running into each other everywhere, they reluctantly decide to try and figure out what the heck's happened to them together- struggling to communicate at first, then learning each others' language over the following decade, then falling in love and becoming inseparable. This makes Zoro and Sanji both over 400 years old, and they are the same age. Zoro learns about so many sword techniques and Sanji about different cuisines/ leg-centric fighting styles during this time.

all the other straw hats and their historical periods under the cut!

Robin as an Egyptian scholar who died during the burning of the Library of Alexandria in 48 BC/ was killed for researching something forbidden during the declining years of the Roman Period (early 200s) and found out she was immortal this way, making her around 2 millennia old. She spends her time recording history and traveling the world and encountering new cultures. Her long time enemy is religious obscurantism, and the Catholic church spends a lot of resources trying to kill her. (they have conspiracy boards about this immortal witch in the Vatican)

Brook: so ancient he doesn't remember much, other that he came from Kerma culture (2500 BC), loved music, and that his entire village had died from an illness, but he came back. His memory isn't great but if there's one thing he's loved in his Millennia of existence is discovering and learning how to play all the instruments that he could find. He mostly hangs in Vienna nowadays as a music teacher.

Jinbei is a Samoan chieftain from around 1000 BC who one day died during a battle with a Fijian chieftain. When he came back from death he assumed Tagaloa chose him. He loves navigating, sailing, exploring and going on voyages with his people. In more recent times (post european contact) he was forced to ally with the US Navy to protect his people.

Nami: Irish lass from around 800 who's coastal, tiny village was about to be raided by Vikings from Sweden. She made a deal with their chieftain Arlong to go with them and map out the British isles for them to help their raids be more effective and targeted, in exchange for not killing people in her village, and that she would make back the plunder they did not get from this town for them. She started to join their raids to try and make this money, but she died in battle. She came back and they believed her to be some kind of Valkyrie or Einherjer brought back to midgard. She took over the raider's leadership- also Norsemen always had women handle money, which works great here. During her time as an immortal she travels, seeks treasure, double crosses people etc.

Usopp a young double agent/CIA spy from the Cold War who died on a mission. He tragically could not return to his love Kaya because he was afraid of putting her in danger by revealing he was alive to the spies that killed him. He relocates and starts anew constantly, his entire life a web of lies. He's a great marksman/sniper.

Chopper died young of the Bubonic plague in medieval Europe. He resuscitated, tragically his father is infected as well and he's unable to save him- motivating him to get to the bottom of this disease, he decides to become a doctor. Looking like a 15 year old for centuries doesn't make this task easy and he has to hide a lot.

Franky is an American veteran of WWI who was heavily disfigured first, and died later (which is why he's not fully healed and needs prosthetics). He's heavily anti-government from having been sent to fight in such a meaningless war that sacrificed young men like cannon fodder. He learned to fix himself up and make prosthetics and masks for veterans, got into making tech stuff

Luffy is a modern, 21st century 20 something year old from Brazil's favelas. He dies in a gun violence incident (maybe linked to a drug war/gang war where he's been trying to protect his neighbourhood) and comes back, experiencing visions of others like him. He's resolute to find them and make a crew, thinking that with all of them together, maybe they can help liberate the world from opressors and inequality

[gunnerfc]

❄️ WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 19 - Amanda Ilestedt ❄️

Amanda Ilestedt x Reader (Matildas & Arsenal) | WC: 1029

Dec. 19 prompt - getting snowed in

-> all translations from google!

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

You were excited to spend Christmas with Amanda and her family in Sweden. You had been dating for nearly a year, having met through Stina before Amanda joined Arsenal in the summer. You figured it would be easier to go to Sweden given it was closer than flying to Australia. Your family understood since you weren’t given that much time off before you would have to return to training after the holiday break.

You and Amanda arrived in Sweden a few days after your game against Tottenham, which gave you ample time to explore your girlfriend’s home. The atmosphere of Sweden was welcoming and you were thriving, despite only knowing a little bit of the language. Even though the little bit you did know was either terms of endearment to say to Amanda or inappropriate sayings you learned from Lina and Stina, so nothing to actually help you converse with the people on your own.

Having spent the past few days out and about, exploring, you and your girlfriend decided to sleep in and have a relaxing day to yourselves. You groaned as you woke up, not ready to get up from the cozy bed. Your eyes fluttered open focusing on your girlfriend who was still asleep. A small smile formed as you watched the blonde, a feeling of love spreading across your body.

You decided to let Amanda sleep in a bit longer, wanting her to get as much sleep as possible. You moved from the bed as quietly as you could before making your way to the bathroom. Once you were done in the bathroom you left the bedroom, wanting to start on breakfast for the two of you.

As you worked on breakfast, you had turned on some music, letting play softly only in the kitchen so it wouldn't wake up Amanda. At least, that was your hope. You felt arms wrap around your body from behind as you worked at the stove, a light kiss was pressed to your cheek.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping in, min kärlek (my love),” you moaned, your surprise of breakfast in bed now not possible.

“The bed got cold without you, älskling (darling),” the blonde purred, giving you a few quick kisses along your jaw and neck.

You smiled at her words as you continued cooking breakfast. Once you were done and the food was plated, the two of you moved to the table to eat. You ate in comfortable silence, enjoying just being with Amanda.

As you were done eating, the defender took the now empty plates back to the kitchen to clean up since you cooked. You made your way into the living room, opting to move the long curtains that hung in front of the sliding doors to let some light in.

With the curtains out of your way, you were now looking at the densely snow-covered ground. Excitedly you gasped at the sight, tempted to go outside in nothing but your pajamas.

Amanda, having heard your loud gasp, rushed into the living room thinking something had happened. “Y/n! What’s wrong?” the blonde all but yelled.

“Babe! It snowed!” you squealed, a bright smile on your face as you turned to face your girlfriend while pointing outside.

While it did snow in Australia, it was very rare in the city you grew up in so seeing this much snow was exciting. You were glad today was supposed to be a relaxing day because you weren't sure if you would have been able to leave, plus it meant you were able to have fun in the snow.

Amanda let out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding when you responded. Relief washed over her knowing that nothing was wrong. Her worried expression was replaced by a look of love at how you were bouncing with excitement. The defender moved across the room to join you at the door, wanting to see just how much it snowed the night before.

“Kom igen älskling (come on baby), let's get changed!” you sang as you reached for Amanda’s hand, pulling her with you towards the bedroom to change into much warmer clothes.

Amanda let you pull her with you, knowing that even if she wanted to say no, there was no stopping you from spending hours in the snow. You changed quickly into warmer clothes and were quick to pull on a pair of boots you stole from your girlfriend. You stood impatiently by the bedroom door, tapping your foot on the floor as you watched your girlfriend tie her boots.

“C’mon babe,” you moaned, though you weren’t seriously rushing her.

The defender laughed at your tone as she stood up from the bed and walked towards you. This time it was her who pulled you back to the sliding doors in the living room. Sliding the door open, the cold hit you the second you stepped outside.

You had your back facing Amanda as you pulled on gloves to protect your hands when you felt something hit your back. Turning quickly, you found your girlfriend’s smirking at you.

“You’re gonna regret that, love,” you teased, a matching smirk on your face as you bent down to gather snow in your hands.

As the snow left your hands, heading in the direction of the blonde, she ducked out of the way watching the snow sail past her head. You lightly groaned as it missed, rushing to make another snowball to prepare yourself.

The snowball continued, Amanda eventually “winning” before you both changed activities. You opted to try and make a snowman, though you were struggling to roll the larger balls of snow for the base of the snowman. You could hear Amanda laughing at your struggles before she came to help you. With her help, you managed to make a small snowman who now sat in the middle of the yard.

You both had been outside for a while, your teeth starting to chatter from the cold. You made the wise decision to call it a day, heading back inside to warm up, hoping that the coldness would keep the snow from melting so you could continue tomorrow.