#jules... still on the train..

[vonlipvig]

what we're all going to do is watch and support i'm still here and hope that it wins best international picture so the REAL movie about latin american experiences gets the praise it deserves

[pigfacedbitch]

Let's Break Up (I)

summary : you try to do the break up prank on your boyfriend.

word count : 0.5k

type : headcanons

pairing/s : Jason Grace / Percy Jackson / Nico Di Angelo x Reader

warning/s : none.

here is my masterlist! Part II is composed of Leo, Frank, and Will.

Jason Grace

"Let's break up."

Jason is formally trained to remain calm and level-headed in the most drastic of situations ever since he was young.

So if you're expecting him to look surprised or upset, he won't.

Don't be fooled though, he may look like he's listening as you explain but deep inside this electric boy is panicking! 😂

"Okay, Jason. What in Jupiter's name have you done to make (Y/N) upset? Think! THINK!"

It might take a while for Jason to respond because he is torn between asking you what he can do to fix it, what he did wrong, or just be desperate and beg you to stay with him.

So he does what any Roman would do in his place. Accept his fate.

He fixes his composure and coughs a little to avoid his voice from cracking.

"If that's what you think is best, I understand-"

"It's just a prank, love."

"Thank the gods."

You never knew your boyfriend could sigh that hard.

Jason laughs in relief and hugs you tightly, like he wasn't thinking of crying his heart out and eating ice cream alone in the Zeus cabin later.

He'll never tell you that though.

Percy Jackson

"I want to break up."

"Nope."

Percy just can't see the two of you breaking up. No matter how much he tries, he knows it's literally imposible.

He already has a list of plans; when he will propose, where to get married, where you'll spend the rest of your lives together, how many children you two will have, and their names. Even the number of pets allowed in your future home.

But you don't give up easily.

"What do you mean, no? Isn't that my decision?"

"OUR decision, (Y/N). And I say no."

"But-"

"No buts, baby. If you're tired of this relationship then rest. We'll try again in the morning."

You just pout in defeat, taking a bite of the blue chocolate chips cookies his mother made for him before he left for Camp Half-Blood.

He smirks like the handsome devil he is, pulling you into his arms and lays his head on your shoulder.

"There's no getting rid of me, (Y/N). You're stuck with me forever."

He doesn't notice the small smile on your face, preferring not to have it any other way.

Nico Di Angelo

"I was thinking of breaking up."

He would shadow travel even before you could say another word.

Just YEETS HIMSELF OUT😌

Good luck trying to find him because he would be nowhere to be found. You already asked everyone yet nobody knows where he is.

Hours passed, no sign of him. You got truly worried that you can't even fall asleep.

You were just laying on your bed, staring into nothing when you hear a knock on your window.

It's Jules-Albert, holding a bag of McDonalds with your favorite foods and drink. It also has a note.

"Just think about what you said with a full stomach. You do stupid shit when you're hungry."

You don't know if you should be offended or laugh.

Still in your pajamas, you run to the Hades cabin and knock on his door. No one answers.

You do feel a pair of arms around your waist and cold nose nuzzling your neck.

You turn your head to kiss Nico's cheek as he leans more into you. He then whispers in your ear-

"I love you, tesoro mio. Don't scare me like that again."

Gods, you didn't have the heart to tell him it was a prank.

[revivemyreverie]

"My hand? Why, of course you can-- Ah, wait, wait, wait, wait! I've fallen for these stupid tricks before! No more robberies, o- or I'll curse you in the process!"

Twisted from: Prince John, Robin Hood

Jules Coeur DeLion

ジュール・クール・ド・リヨン

CV: Yuma Ichida (内田 雄馬)

Technical info.

Gender: Male

Birthday: 12/24

Age: 18

Height: 176 cm

Hair Color: Wheat Blonde

Eye Color: Ruby Red & Emerald Green

Hand Pref.: Right

Homeland: Grimoire Badlands

College Info.

Class: 1-C Set 3

Club: Basketball

Favorite Subject: None*

Other.

Hobby: Talking about himself

Likes: Praise

Dislikes: Traitors

Favorite Food: Crystal Candies

Hated Food: Bell Peppers

Specialty: Identifying minerals

UM: A Golden Trap

With a simple kiss, Jules can enchant any object with a random magical affliction or charm. Whoever wields or wears the object outside of Jules will immediately be affected by said magic.

*Jules fails to shine particularly well in any subject.

The King and His Empty Crown

A set of letters meant for a Duke.

Coeur DeLion,

Regarding your sons’ education, Jules’ grades are perfectly average. This is a good thing considering the rate for many of the lower class children here, but he must apply himself harder if he is to be apart of the upper echelons of the Court as planned. A C is no better than an F, and he’s beginning to get more and more overtime. 

Oh, but your youngest, Alexander, he’s the top of the class as always. He’s even beaten me at my own questions!  I’m sure a school like Royal Sword College would have sent a letter for him the moment he turns 16. You’ve already seen the paper he’s written concerning how to approach the Grimoire Badlands’ poverty rates— he’s a genius! And at such a young age too! Ah, my time is being cut short, but we’ll discuss more about those two in-person.

-------, Royal Teacher

Sire, 

Alexander’s fighting skill has reignited the other soldiers’ passion as of late. It appears even him watching training has given them a reason to fight better! If we were at war with another country, I’m sure Alexander’s participation would guarantee us a victory! 

That said, would you mind if we took him on a bit of a joyride for his winter break? Nothing too crazy, of course, just teaching him how real warriors fight. I think it would be a great experience for him, and Alexander would get a good amount of experience with both magic and hand-to-hand combat. Plus, I think it’s better than being holed up in the house with his brother. Not to insult either, of course, you and I both know Jules just isn’t too good at using his fists, haha!

—Admiral -------

My love,

These meetings with other kingdoms are oh so very tiring, and I cannot wait to return home. That said, they also have given me a better response for your question…

So I agree, Alexander is the better fit for next in line as Duke. Still, we must allow him to continue growing, for a good leader is mature enough to handle both the court and his family. I’m sure Jules won’t mind this arrangement, it’s better for the both of them anyhow. I’d prefer to announce this on his birthday, as I feel it would be a splendid to celebrate both his coming-of-age and new title. 

This reminds me, the Queen has been looking for a special type of enchanted gemstone for her daughter, yet I’ve only found regular ones. Ah, if only the wizards were not so greedy, and I’d have the perfect gift.

We’ll talk again soon,

--Duchess Catherine Coeur DeLion

Yet, his eldest was the one to read it all.

He crumples the papers in his hand and curses. Still, even with the tears welling up in his eyes, the light behind them does not falter.

Jules Coeur DeLion is special, for he refuses to listen to those who say otherwise.

[meazalykov]

home is where you are

selma bacha x f!exbayern!reader

you couldn't keep a secret. everyone knew why you were coming to france.

warnings: established relationship

the air felt different from what you were used to in germany.

yes, france is only on the western border of germany, but the air felt crispier and you noticed a faint scent of lavender coming from some distant field.

as you stepped out of the airport doors, seeing a row of cars and people pushing their suitcases along their walking feet, your heart thuds in your chest.

this is not from nerves about the new club or the weight of replacing dann v donk who left lyon, but because of selma.

the fired up french woman is your girlfriend of three years. everyone always suspected that you were the left-back's girlfriend.

neither of you never confirmed but never denied.

however, she has been the one who’s been your lifeline during each injury period, every match through late-night calls when you were in munich and she was here, in her childhood city, playing for her childhood club.

aka the best club with the most history in women's football.

you tug your black hoodie’s drawstrings tighter, hiding the grin that’s been plastered on your face since you signed the contract two weeks ago after lyon paid bayern the transfer fee.

it’s supposed to be a surprise.

you’ve been meticulous, dodging selma’s questions during your video calls, changing the subject when she asked why you seemed so giddy lately.

now, as you wheel your suitcase through the airport, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

you glance at it, and your stomach drops at the notification on your lock screen.

sel:

lindsey spilled. you’re coming to lyon, aren’t you?

your grin falters.

damn it, lindsey.

you wanted to see selma’s face when you told her, wanted to catch the way her eyes would light up, maybe even tear up.

you text back quickly, fingers fumbling.

you:

maybe i’m just visiting? 😏

sel:

don’t play with me, y/n.

magou told me that you said goodbye to the bayern locker room yesterday.

i’m at the training ground.

get here.

now.

you laugh under your breath, warmth spreading through your bones.

she’s onto you, but that doesn’t dim the excitement. you slide into a taxi, the driver glancing at you in the rearview mirror, probably recognizing you.

you don’t care.

all you can think about is selma waiting for you, probably pacing, probably trying to act cool in front of her teammates.

the drive to lyon’s training facility feels eternal, but when you finally pull up, you spot her immediately.

she’s leaning against the fence, arms crossed as she stands beside sara, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun, and her lyon kit still damp from practice.

she’s trying to look stern, but the second your eyes meet, her lips twitch into a smile she cannot hide.

you grab your bag, thank the driver, and jog toward her.

she pushes off the fence, meeting you halfway, and before you can say anything, she’s in your arms, her face buried in your neck.

selma smells like grass and sweat.... and home.

“you’re such a terrible liar,” she mumbles against your skin, her voice soft but teasing.

“a surprise transfer? really? I'd call you corny for this but im more surprised that you thought you could keep this from me?”

you pull back just enough to look at her, your hands resting on her waist. selma's brown eyes are bright, a little glassy, and you swear your heart skips.

“i almost pulled it off,” you say, smirking.

“blame lindsey. she’s got a big mouth.”

selma laughs, the sound bubbling up like it always does when she’s trying to act mad but can’t.

“oh, i did. she told me two girls were coming from german clubs, and when i asked who, she just smirked and said, ‘well, jule from wolfsburg… maybe your special friend from bayern too.’”

selma mimics lindsey’s american accent, rolling her eyes.

“i knew it was you. i knew you’d do something stupidly romantic like this.”

“stupidly romantic?” you raise an eyebrow, stepping closer until there’s barely space between you.

“i’m moving across countries for you, selma. that’s, like, peak romance.”

selma's smile softens, and she reaches up, brushing her thumb along your cheek.

“you didn’t have to,” she whispers, her voice quieter now, like she’s letting herself be vulnerable.

“you were another captain at bayern. by that I mean you’re a star there. you could’ve stayed, and i would’ve—”

“no way,” you cut her off, shaking your head.

“you’re here. lyon’s your home. if one of us was gonna switch clubs, we all knew it was always gonna be me. besides,” you add with a grin, “i’m ready to boss the midfield for your childhood club. danielle’s shoes were big, but i’ve got this.”

selma’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and she pulls you into another hug, tighter this time.

“you’re such a dummy,” she says, but her french accent is thick, like she’s holding back tears, “i can’t believe you’re here. like… really here.”

you rest your chin on her head, swaying slightly, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

“i’m here,” you murmur, “and i’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to.”

she pulls back, giving you a playful shove.

“don’t tempt me. you’re gonna have to fight for your spot, you know. lyon’s not bayern. you know our history. we don’t just hand out starting roles to defensive mids who think they’re hot stuff.”

“oh, but you know i’m hot stuff,” you tease and give your girlfriend a wink, “and i’ll earn it. just wait till you see me breaking up plays and pinging balls to forward up top. we’re gonna run this league, selma.”

she grins, grabbing your hand and lacing her fingers through yours.

“we better since we already do,” she says, tugging you toward the training ground.

“come on, the team’s dying to see you. they’ve been buzzing since lindsey let it slip.”

you follow her, your bag slung over your shoulder, her hand warm in yours.

the large lyon facility sprawls ahead, all sleek lines and green pitches, but it’s selma’s excitement that makes it feel like home already.

she glances back at you, her smile wide and unguarded, and you know, without a doubt, that moving here was the best decision you’ve ever made.

“hey,” you say softly, stopping her for a second. she turns, eyebrows raised.

“i love you, you know that?”

sel's expression melts, and she steps closer, smiling at you gently, right there in the open, like she doesn’t care who sees.

“i know,” she says, smiling.

“i love you too, y/n. welcome to lyon.”

masterlist

authors note: this was a request from @sleepychelseafan :) thank you for your patience I hope you loved this :)

[destinedfordiapers]

The Bare Necessities

This caption is for @jsolano318, who wanted a blushy party all for herself. Hope you enjoy it! It’s also set in the Little’s Program™️ Anthology universe.

You watch the adults running here and there, ensuring everything was perfect for the party.

This was, after all, a very special occasion.

Hosting a party this time of year wasn’t unusual for your family.

By sheer happenstance, you, your mother, your older sister, your younger brother, and even your cousin all had birthdays within a few weeks of each other.

Tired of hosting back-to-back-to-back-to-back parties, your Mom decided to throw one big party for everyone. One day to go all out and celebrate all the birthdays at once.

It may have started out of convenience, but over the years, it morphed into one of your great family traditions. Everyone looked forward to it.

This was the first time the party was devoted to a single person in years.

You.

As you take in the decorations, your tummy squirms with nerves. Your mom added her usual elegant touches, but there was an unmistakable difference from the normal vibe.

“Emily, dear, would you mind checking Julia’s diaper? I could have sworn I saw her making some silly faces.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. Smith,” Emily answered your mom.

Two months ago, Emily was your girlfriend.

“Hiya Juju!” Emily coos, “Let’s check that diapie of yours. Did you make a stinky?”

Without waiting for you to answer, Emily pulls back the waistband of your diaper and inspects it.

Ever since you got back from the Little’s Program™️, she’s been your Nanny. Part of you was glad you still got to spend time with her.

The other part was mortified. She was now your authority figure, responsible for checking and changing your diapers and spoon-feeding you your meals.

“All clean, Mrs. Smith,” Emily says, “Just a little soggy!”

This was no ordinary birthday party. A better description would be an Unbirthday Party.

The guests, due to arrive at any minute, aren’t here to celebrate your 22nd birthday; they’re coming to celebrate your first of many birthdays as the regressed Little you now are.

The doorbell rings.

Another knot forms in your tummy. Your immediate family was the only people you’ve seen since the Little’s Program™️. And Emily, of course.

But this was different.

There’s no hiding your status—or your diaper—dressed like this. Emily convinced your Mom it was the perfect outfit to introduce the new you. Some old, some new.

What better way to show your transition to your second babyhood?

As happy as you were to wear one of your old, mature tops, it did absolutely nothing to cover your diaper. Everybody could see just how soggy you were.

You heard a cacophony of voices erupt from the living room. Voices you knew all too well. They weren’t your family—they were your best friends.

“She’s so excited to see everyone!” your Mom says excitedly, “She’s right outside waiting for you!”

Ugh, you didn’t expect this. At least, not today. But the voices were getting louder. There was no escape.

“AHHHHH!!!” your best friend Kate shouted the moment she saw you, “You look adorable, Jules!”

Kate, along with your other gaggle friends immediately surrounded you, cooing and complimenting your new look.

“H-hi…” you blubber, “I didn’t know you girls were coming…”

“Jules, we wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Mary answers.

“Yeah, don’t be silly, Jules! Just because you’re a cutie patootie Little now, doesn’t mean we can't be friends! I wasn’t your friend just because you were potty trained!”

You blush violently. It did mean a lot to hear—losing your friends was one of the things you feared most—but hearing the infantile tone of voice they used didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

“F-fank you!” you say, much more confidently than before, “Itth justh…justh embawassing to be theen wike this, that’s all.”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about!” Lucy juts in, “Littles need diapers. You’re a Little. And besides, look how cute that diapie is! And it even matches your top!”

The doorbell rings again.

A stampede of aunts, uncles, and cousins storm outside, looking for the guest of honor.

Your friends step away, letting your family get a better look at you. A frenzy of voices ogling at you, to you, and about you fill the backyard. Before you can respond to any one person, another takes their place.

Even if you wanted to say something, you’d have trouble between all the cheek-pinching and hugs.

The last person to see you was your grandma. She’d never admit it to anyone else, but you were always her favorite grandchild.

“Well, hello, Miss Julia,” she says with a loving smile, “So good to see you again, dear.”

“Hi Gammy!” you say running over to her and giving her a hug.

You were so lost in the moment, you didn’t hear any of the “awwws” and “ohhs” at your droopy diaper swaying with each step.

Grandma pats your diaper playfully. “Karen, dear,” she says sternly to your mother, “Her diaper is soaked! I raised you better than to let Julia run around in a drenched diaper.”

Your mom blushes profusely. “These diapers aren’t the old ones you’re used to. That diaper can hold a few more wettings. Besides, these are designed to wick away the wetness so she won’t get any rashes.”

“If you say so, dear.” Grandma says disbelievingly, “I just want what’s best for Julia.”

She winks at you.

Clearly desperate to change to subject, your mom speaks to the party at large. “Now that everyone is here, why don’t we open presents? I’m sure Julia is dying to open them before I put her down for a nap!”

“M-Mommy!” you whimper, “Don’ needa nap today!”

Your Mom chuckles, “We’ll see about that, honey.”

“Julia, dear, come sit on Granny’s lap while you open your presents.”

“Okay, Gammy!” you say, waddling over to her. She lifts you up and sets you on her lap. The group forms a semi-circle around you.

“Let’s see, how about this one?” your Mom says, grabbing a present and looking at the tag, “It’s from Kate, Lucy, and Mary!”

Your friends all perk up, excited to see you open their present.

“We all pooled our money for this! We think you’re gonna love it!”

The package was lighter than you expected. But you tear into it anyway.

It’s a card and a few pieces of paper, the words making no sense to you. All you see are some pictures of pandas, elephants, and tigers.

“Th-thank you!” you say, trying not to make it obvious you got the Tiny Scholars Package™️ and can’t read anymore.”

“Let’s see,” Granny says, taking the paper from you, “Oh my girls, you shouldn’t have! This is too nice!”

“What is it, Gammy?” you whisper.

“It’s a one-year membership to the zoo! And look, it even comes with an all-exclusive meet-and-greet with the animals!”

“Yeah!” Kate shouts, “We know how much you love animals and the zoo, so we figured what better place for Littles than the zoo?”

“Plus,” Mary adds, “You get to meet your favorite animals! You get to go into the panda and penguin exhibit! And after, you can feed the elephants and parrots!”

“And it gets better, Jules! You even get to PLAY with the otters!”

“W-weally?!?” you squeal in excitement, “Pway wif otters?! FANK YOU!!!”

“Awww, you’re welcome, cutie!” Kate says.

“That was very nice of you girls!” your Mom says, “You’ll have to let us know when you have some free time from college and come with us!”

“We’d love to, Mrs. Smith!”

As your Mom looks for another gift, you feel a twang in your stomach.

No, no, no!

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Grandma asks, feeling you squirm.

“How about this one from your cousins?”

Your Mom stops short, recognizing your face.

“Mom, I think—,” your Mom starts before a loud toot interrupts her.

“Oh, dear, I think someone needs to poopoo!” Grandma laughs.

Before you can even move—your mind begging you to run and hide—your face scrunches up. Your body leans forward as you grunt.

It was one thing to make a boom boom in the privacy of your crib. But this…this was much worse.

There you were, surrounded by family and friends—sitting on Gammy’s lap—making a stinky. You could feel all their eyes on you.

Watching you prove to be the infantile Little you are.

“Mgphfff,” you grunt, pushing a large mass into your diaper.

Your Grandma shifts you on her lap, trying to give your diaper space to accommodate your mess.

“Looks like we might have to postpone presents until after her nap,” your Mom tells everyone, “I’ll put her down after I change her diaper. There is champagne and rose in the fridge!”

“I’ll take care of Juju, Mrs. Smith!” Emily says, “That’s what a Nanny is for. You entertain your guests!”

“Mgphfff,” you grunt again, feeling your tummy start to relax.

You look up at the crowd of enthralled family and friends, covering your face.

“Does Julia have a binky? If she’s anything like she was as a baby, she’s gonna need her binky unless you want a fussy girl.”

“Right here,” Emily says, grabbing your binky from your diaper bag.

“Thanks, dear,” Grandma says, taking the binky and offering you the nipple.

You accept it, needing to calm your nerves and feeling your eyes tear up.

“Let me take her,” Emily says, reaching for you, “I’ll get her into a clean diapie and tuck her in for a nice nap.”

“B-bu!” you whine.

“Don’t worry, Jules,” Kate says, patting your diaper, “We’ll be right here waiting for you after your nap.”

You shove your face into Emily’s neck as she carries you to your nursery.

As much as you want a clean diaper, needing a nap at your own party makes you feel even smaller than your very public poopy.

But as Emily lifts your legs to clean you, your eyes grow heavier and heavier.

Maybe your Mom is right. You are pretty tired…

You don’t even remember Emily tucking you into your crib. Or hear all the coos as your Mom shows the crowd the baby monitor watching over you.

[vicolette]

Clueless Genius !

– A/N : ugh that picture of him doing Iñigo's celebration is driving me crazy!!

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, not proofread

"Do y’all think he's dating someone?? Like that one marketing intern"

This mere comment broke the internet within just a day as many, many people (specifically culers) began to analyze every single video that the official FC Barcelona account had posted. The aspects were inspected down to a T and in just one sentence: Lamine was in love.

It didn’t take a genius to see that the teenager was trying to impress someone behind the scenes, showing off his muscles at any given opportunity or cracking a few jokes more often than not. The question only was, why it should be the new marketing intern, who had been working there for just two weeks now.

Well, that was a bit more complicated, yet it was no secret that whenever Lamine had a game, he would look at the stands and search where the staff were. During training session, his gaze would occasionally get drifted away and his attention was no longer on the ball, but on the intern – you.

And today was the day, when everybody could see what was happening behind closed doors.

'BOOM! Exploding Balloons Challenge With Lamine and Kounde!'

"Alright, are you guys ready?" The man behind the camera asked, namely Adam, who was going to film the video. While Jules was as determined to win yet relaxed as ever, Lamine had some struggles with his outfit, or rather his jersey.

"No, it looks weird." He muttered as he looked at the mirror that you were holding up, but Adam had already begun to film by accident. Before he could stop the camera from taking the scene into view, Lamine spoke up again. "Y/n, be my savior."

A sigh left from your mouth at his demand, nonetheless placing the mirror down and getting a bit too close for comfort. Kounde raised his eyebrows at the sight, taking in how nonchalant you were doing this.

In comparison, Lamine was a blushing mess with even the tip of his ears being red, a nervous smile on his face as he tried his hardest not to giggle at how observant you were. You have immediately spotted what the mistake was, whereas the other two didn’t even bat an eye.

"There you go." It was only the collar of his jersey that was somewhat worn confusingly weird (in Lamine’s style), even though nobody would look twice at it. Your eyes inspected whether or not anything else was wrong with him, firstly now noticing his awkward grin. "You good?"

"Mhm. Thanks, sweetheart." A dramatic gasp left from Adam's mouth before he excused himself, although Jules had the very same reaction – eyes wide, lips parted and his mind froze for a second.

"Oh, okay..?" Kounde looked at you up and down, taking in how you looked a bit flustered by the pet name, yet he couldn’t really blame Lamine. It was clear that he has had feelings for you now, but that you two were together, as in being a couple, was bizarre.

"You're crazy." You said after a while, stepping away from him to finally let the video be taken. Adam nodded in response, still in disbelief, yet he firstly then was reminded that he didn’t pause just yet and instantly turned of the camera.

And now, as the video was taken and the media saw the clip, since Adam had 'somehow' mysteriously forgotten to delete the scene, everyone went wild.

"Do you think it was a bad idea?" Lamine asked, his phone buzzing with notifications from his friends and teammates after it was uploaded, yet his attention was rather on your answer.

However, when instead of assuring him that it was a brilliant idea and that no one else could have come up with that, you nodded your head. His ego was already big enough for dating someone so smart and pretty and (whatever other compliment he'd give you daily) – Lamine didn’t need anymore confidence.

"Well, I think it was very important."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

– A/N : the physics exam was más or menos bien (so fluent in Spanish🤞🤞)

[julesarago]

Hey! Happy Dragon Age Embargo Day!

I’m very happy to report that I was able to attend a preview event in SF for DATV a few weeks ago and the game was truly incredible. I went in skeptical, but I’m really happy with how much Veilguard still feels like Dragon Age. It really feels like they figured out the reasons we’re all obsessed (like ya know, the characters) and made sure to focus in on all those aspects.

But more importantly, I got to see Taash do pushups in her room at one point and I died, literally deceased. The Jules that existed before that moment is gone and now there’s a new, better Jules in her place. So enjoy a goofy lil sketch of my yet-to-be-determined Rook helping Taash with her training.

I know I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this game 👌👌👌

[wosoloml]

red string theory || lotte wubben-moy x reader

summary: the first time you see lotte wubben moy, you didnt actually see her.

your life was always connected because you are meant to be.

warnings: none, just fluffy fluff with my lotte girl

from this request

a/n: i hope its okay what i wrote it about lotte because i thought this request is so lotte coded

wc: 1,739 words

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" my work colleague, who is also my best friend, Jules, looks at me with a focused expression.

A few years ago, I attended college in the USA, where I ran my own sports blog for the university newspaper. I especially enjoyed writing about the women’s football team because I witnessed the sport gaining more popularity there.

It felt so empowering to see how all the girls were following their dreams, and I always wanted to share their stories so everyone could see their passion.

I was packing all my work stuff into my bag when Jules called out my name.

"Y/N, can you please help me real quick?"

I sighed but stopped what I was doing and walked into the salesroom.

"Can you make a latte macchiato real quick? Table 7 has a big order, and I’m swamped. Sorry for interrupting you," she said.

I smiled softly at her before glancing at the girl who had ordered the latte. I barely registered her, only noticing how graceful her movements were.

It felt kind of ironic that my last customer of the day would be such a mysterious woman.

But life moved on, as it always does, and that moment faded into the countless fleeting, insignificant encounters you never expect to think about again. Until much later.

----

"Oh my girl, Jules, you made it!" I pulled her into a tight hug.

"Of course! It's your graduation today! I'm so proud of you, my little nerd."

After three years of hard work, endless studying, and way too much crying, I’m finally done. I’m now a certified sports journalist with a focus on women’s football. I couldn’t be happier.

"Now it’s time for you to introduce me to your girlfriend! I can’t wait to meet the mysterious Alessia in person."

Her smile grew even wider as I mentioned her girlfriend. "Come on, she’s right over there, chatting with an old friend from university she randomly ran into here."

----

I’ve checked my phone. 8:00. I arrived at the training ground of THE Arsenal Women’s Football Club.

When I sent my application to a few football clubs as a media coordinator, I never thought my childhood club would hire me. I spent the last few days looking for an outfit and stayed awake the whole night out of nervousness.

It’s already my second week, and I’m still not used to being around all these inspiring and energizing women. You weren’t exactly starstruck, but there was something about being around people you’d admired from afar that left you feeling slightly unsteady.

But it’s different with Lotte. From day one, she helped me with everything. Lotte, however, had a way of disarming you with her easy demeanor. When she introduced herself, it was as if you hadn’t spent the last three days binge-watching match highlights featuring her perfect tackles and precise passes.

Over the weeks, you got used to seeing her around the training ground. She always made an effort to say hi, even if it was just a quick wave or a casual “How’s it going?” Each interaction was brief, professional, and—you told yourself—entirely inconsequential. Except that, somehow, you found yourself looking forward to them.

She had this smile and the way she cared about everyone around her that sticks in my mind, and I can’t stop thinking about her even after work. It’s like we’ve known each other for years.

---

Today was Media Day, and even though I love the girls, I was relieved to have a moment for myself in the cafeteria. Suddenly, someone asked, 'May I join?' At first, I didn’t realize they were talking to me, but when my eyes met my favorite defender's, I knew Lotte was the one addressing me.

'Not at all,' I replied, gesturing to the empty seat.

I don’t want to admit it, but knowing I wasn’t paired up with Lotte for today’s interviews made me a bit sad. That’s why I’m even happier to spot her here during my little break.

She set down her tray, which held a steaming bowl of soup and a sandwich that looked far too healthy for my taste. 'So, how’s life in the media world? Still surviving?'

I chuckled at her words. 'It’s going well. After today, I have a lot of videos to edit, and I still write a blog for a college newspaper, with the deadline coming up, so I’m a bit stressed. The time difference with the USA makes it even harder. But who am I complaining to? I’m sure your schedule is even more packed.' I babbled, feeling a bit embarrassed that I hadn’t stopped talking. It was just a simple question—no need to turn it into a whole essay.

She listened closely the entire time, trying to keep up with me. "Really? You’re very ambitious about your job. I like that. You mentioned the USA. Are you writing for an American college?"

I felt seen, and it made me feel special. I adore her so much. I gathered my thoughts again to answer her.

"Yes! I went to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and have always had a passion for writing. They had a women’s football team that was still in its early stages. They inspired me so much that I decided to write about them in the weekly college newspaper. Sorry for beating around the bush, yes, I write for an American college." My cheeks turned red because, once again, I rambled on.

I noticed the sudden change in her behavior. "Wait, really?" She looked at me, kind of stunned and questioning. "I’ve been to UNC too, before signing professionally for Arsenal. Do you mean the North Carolina Tar Heels? I played for them while you were writing for them."

I widened my eyes in disbelief. "That caught me off guard—wow. We’ve been so close and never talked to each other."

“It’s like we were orbiting each other,” she said one day, her voice thoughtful. “Like we were always meant to meet, but the timing just wasn’t right.”

Her words stuck with me, replaying in my mind long after she’d said them.

---------

Over the next few weeks, sometimes Lotte would bring me a coffee. A few days later, I noticed something as she handed me the cup. "Since when do you get your coffee from that shop near Covent Garden? The one with the green awning?" She looked confused and stuttered, "Since forever. It's my favorite coffee shop. Do you know it?"

"Are you joking? I worked there a few years ago."

“I can’t believe this. It’s like we’ve been circling each other our whole lives.”

This connection with Lotte feels so magical, I can’t even process how life always seemed to bring us together.

“Maybe it’s fate,” you said softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Maybe it is.”

-------

As the weeks turned into months, your relationship with Lotte continued to grow stronger. The bond you shared deepened, built on a foundation of shared history and the undeniable pull you felt toward each other.

One evening, as you sat on her couch with a cup of tea in hand, she reached over and intertwined her fingers with yours.

“You know,” she said softly, her voice quiet, “I’ve always believed in timing. That everything happens when it’s meant to.”

You looked at her, your heart full. “And what about us? What does this timing mean?”

She smiled, her eyes warm and steady. “It means we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be.”

And for the first time, you believed her.

[mingtinysworld]

Misbehaving pups

Pairing: Jongho x fem!reader x Yeosang

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: Yeosang has given you and Jongho instructions. You choose to not follow them and end up bearing the consequences

Warnings: MDNI, dom!yeosang, sub!jongho, sub!reader, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, dacryphilia, reader wears collar, reader and Jongho called ‘pup’, hickeys, oral (m! receiving), edging once, blindfold, fingering (f! receiving)

A/n: so fun fact, I actually dreamed about this kinda. In my dream Jongho was on the bed like that and I was kneeling with my head resting on his thighs. I woke up and I was like wow, I have to write this. And jongsang is such an iconic duo, I just had to. Hope you enjoy! Love youuu, please like, comment and reblog. - Jules<3

Networks: @newworldnet

“Can we just be really quick?” You look at Jongho with tears gathering in your eyes, lashes fluttering gently.

“No Y/n, you know we can’t. If he finds out we’ll be in so much trouble.” Jongho looks at you with an equally desperate expression, eyes and mouth saying different things.

“I mean…he doesn’t have to know,” You cock your head innocently, trying to entice him further. “You’re telling me you don’t wanna touch me?” He groans at your pout, wanting to smash his lips against yours, but he remembers the warning.

“Do NOT touch each other until I’m home. Got it?”

You both had nodded absentmindedly then, not realizing just how challenging it would be to refrain from touching one another. You look at the clock and see that it’s only one hour before Yeosang comes home, and the thirst for defiance is running strongly through your veins.

“He didn’t necessarily say anything about touching ourselves, just not each other.” You speak with a confident tone, feeding into the desires of Jongho. He’s torn between wanting to obey his master and giving in to his needs. He gives a slight timid nod and starts to remove his pants.

“Ok fine, but if he catches us, you’re taking responsibility.” He grumbles. You beam at him and take your spot against the floor. You lean back on the wall and look up at where Jongho is laying on the bed, bulge noticeable through his boxers. You long to touch him, but for now you’ll have to settle on touching yourself.

You slide your panties to the side and start circling around on your clit, moving in languid strokes. You hear a groan and force yourself to look up at Jongho, who has taken down his boxers and started touching himself softly. His cock stands tall with arousal, the tip leaking precum. You bite your lip hard and refrain from being too loud, needing to look out for the sound of Yeosang’s arrival.

“Ahh it feels too good.” You let out a pleased whimper, circling even faster. You can feel your wetness seeping out and slide in a finger. You train your eyes on Jongho’s hand going up and down, spreading his wetness around, resulting in a lewd squelching sound. You clench around your finger at the sight and bite your lip, so badly wanting to have him in your mouth.

Jongho grunts as he goes faster, his head thrown back and eyes shut tight. His breathing intensifies and sparks go up his spine. You add a second finger, moaning at the insufficient length of your fingers, needing something longer to reach your sweet spot.

Jongho cries out and his stomach convulses as he comes with thick spurts of cum coating his skin. He lets out a strangled whimper and clutches the sheets firmly. Right at that moment, the door squeaks open and in comes the form of Yeosang.

You squeak as you catch his eyes and remove your fingers at the speed of lightning. Jongho, still in his post orgasm aftershock, is too heavy in a daze to feel alarmed. Yeosang walks in slowly, with deliberate steps, taking in the sight of his puppies misbehaving.

“What’s happening here?” He speaks in a controlled low tone.

You feel your throat close up in panic and stutter pathetically, while Jongho just makes tiny whimpers. Yeosang crouches in front of you and dips a finger under your collar to make you look up at him. Your neck strains with tension but you don’t dare make a sound. You see the fire in his eyes and know you’re in for a long night.

He looks at your wide glossy eyes and tries to keep his gaze away from your plump spit covered lips. He just looks at you for a few moments and your heart beats faster and faster, feeling the need to explain yourself.

“I know you said to not touch each other while you’re gone, but y-you didn’t say anything about touching ourselves.” You explain, with a quiet voice.

“Don’t be a smart ass, you know damn well what’s allowed and what’s not.”

You open your mouth to speak but the look in his eyes tells you not to. “Don’t make it worse for yourself.”

He lets go of you and scoots to where Jongho is on the bed. Jongho casts his eyes downwards, too embarrassed to look Yeosang in the eyes. He fidgets with his fingers and gives a meek apology.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ve been bad.” He bows his head in shame, and Yeosang can’t help but feel a glimmer of pity for the man. He knows that you’re probably the one who influenced him to be bad, so he decides to go slightly easier on him. Without looking away from him, he addresses you.

“Y/n, come kneel by the bed.” He directs with a commanding tone, no space for an argument present.

You do as he says and crawl to the bed to kneel at his feet. You look up at him and await his next instructions patiently. He stands up to sit on the other side of Jongho, furthest from you.

“Lay your head on his thighs.”

You obey once more and lay your head on him, cheek against his thigh. At this proximity, his cock is right by your face, as if taunting you. If you were to stick your tongue out, you would’ve been able to feel him. Yeosang approves with a hum and turns to the side table to get something out. He fishes through the drawers and emerges with a silk blindfold. He gently wraps the fabric around Jongho and cups his face to caress him.

“You’re still my good boy aren’t you?” He asks in a soothing tone. Jongho’s heart skips a beat and he flushes.

“Yes sir, I am.” He answers earnestly.

Yeosang proceeds to peel his shirt off and he prompts Jongho to take his off as well. Seeing both of their exposed chests fills you with sparks, as if fireworks went off. Desperately needing a release, you whimper, but Yeosang doesn’t even bat an eye. He throws a leg over Jongho and straddles him, your face being mere inches from his butt. You grumble unhappily and Yeosang clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

“Don’t complain, this is your punishment. Stay still and don’t make a sound. It’s your own doing.”

He crashes his lips against Jongho and kisses him passionately. He holds onto his shoulders and his hips move against his own will. He grinds down onto Jongho’s once again hardening erection, eliciting sweet moans from his mouth. As the two are heavily making out, you can’t help but squirm from being able to hear but not see them. Your thighs are slick with arousal and you’re reminded of your stolen orgasm from earlier.

“Please sir, let me at least look.” You softly cry out, needing something to satiate you.

“Do not speak unless spoken to.” He growls against Jongho’s mouth.

You close your eyes in resignation, but can’t help but feel guilty and needy. You’re sorry for disobeying Yeosang, but you’re also so desperate for an orgasm that you’d do anything. Your eyes fill up with tears and you do your best to hide your impending crying. The tears drop silently for a few moments but soon sobs come accompanied by hiccups.

As soon as Yeosang hears your cries, he stops his movements and moves off of Jongho to face you. You finally get a glimpse of Jongho’s red and bruised lips, made pretty by Yeosang. Yeosang reaches out to stroke your hair, which would usually be a soothing motion, but it makes you cry even harder.

“Aw pup, this is overwhelming isn’t it?” He coos at you and wipes your tears away with his thumb. “Alright, I’ll let you watch.” You whimper in relief and open your tear stained eyes to watch.

He slots his lips against Jongho’s once more, but this time he angles his body in a way so that you have a clear view. Yeosang takes an opportunity to twist Jongho’s nipple. He whines into his mouth and bucks his hips up, right by your face. Yeosang keeps pinching and twisting as Jongho flails around helplessly.

“You’re so shameless. Doing whatever Y/n tells you to do. You know better.”

After a few moments, Yeosang turns to you with an evil grin. He grabs your hair and yanks you up so that your head is no longer laying down. You yelp in pain but say nothing in fear you’ll anger him further.

“I want you to get him so close to the edge but don’t let him cum.”

Your eyes widen at Yeosang. He’s never made you do something like this before. Only he’s ever edged you or Jongho, but never instructed one of you to do it. You nod at him, signaling that you’ll go through with his request. He lets go of your hair and your eyes fall onto the very red tip of Jongho’s cock. Even though he’s already come once, he looks eager to get a second release. One that’s not gonna come easily though.

You latch your lips around the tip and hollow your cheeks. You wish that you could see his beautiful eyes reacting to you, but you can settle for the twitches and jerks in his body. He bucks up, wanting to go deeper in your mouth. Yeosang however will not let him. He holds down Jongho’s hips firmly and Jongho lets out a whine of complaint.

You lick the underside of his shaft, slowly going up. One of your favorite things is to tease Jongho, him never failing to give a pleasing reaction. You sink down completely and he groans unabashedly. You can feel him in the back of your throat and you instinctively try to swallow, resulting in you choking awkwardly. You hold out though, keeping him in there for a few moments.

You come up for air and take in deep breaths before continuing. You go up and down, using your hand for the exposed part. Yeosang looks on as if he’s mesmerized. He can’t believe how much he lucked out by having you two being his.

“P-please, please let me come.” Jongho’s voice sounds so desperate it makes your core throb with need. You make eye contact with Yeosang and he shakes his head slowly, telling you not to let him come.

As much as you want to have your mouth filled with Jongho’s seed, you obey Yeosang and rip away his orgasm. You pop off of him abruptly and immediately Jongho whines like a child. He sniffles and you see the tears falling past the blindfold. You clench around nothing at the sight of him crying, and look to Yeosang for the next instructions.

You two lock eyes and he gives you one approving nod. You take this positive reaction in stride and dive down on Jongho again, this time with a mission to make him come as hard as possible.

“Oh god.” Jongho lets out a broken wail, hands searching to hold on to anything to ground himself. You hollow your cheeks and go deeper and deeper. Jongho can’t hold it anymore and he grabs ahold of your hair, pulling you up and down on him. Gurgling noises are heard and Yeosang can’t help but palm himself through his pants.

You let out a helpless muffled moan as Jongho thrusts his hips upward, chasing his high. You close your teary eyes, not even doing anything at this point, simply taking it all. After a few more shallow thrusts Jongho comes in your mouth, white painting your mouth and throat. The liquid dribbles down your chin and onto his pelvis. Yeosang lifts you up by your collar and you take a deep gasp of air, oxygen filling your lungs. Yeosang takes a finger and scoops up the cum, having a taste of the bittersweet essence.

“Mmm you taste so good.” He closes his eyes, savoring the flavor. Jongho twitches with sensitivity and touches Yeosang to tell him that he wants the blindfold off. Yeosang takes it off and Jongho squints from the harsh light. His eyes are red and wet, and his cheeks are streaked with tears. He takes in your mess of a face and takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“God I- you look so- wow.” He stumbles over his words and you can’t help but giggle. “But you didn’t cum yet.” He says with a sad pout. You look over at Yeosang and he pats his thighs.

“Come sit here.”

You get up to lay in between his legs, back against his muscular chest. He spreads your legs apart, legs hooked on top of yours to keep you open. “Jongho, you just lay there and watch.”

Yeosang dips a finger into your cunt and you moan happily, finally getting the touch you’ve been craving. His fingers go into a frantic pace as he draws out happy little whimpers from you. Jongho looks on, completely transfixed. His eyes are glazed over and chest is slowly rising and falling.

“You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you? You’re such a good pup, letting me do whatever. You feel so warm and tight I can’t even imagine what my cock would do to you.” He whispers the lewd words in your ear, sending tingles through your body.

“I want your cock.” You say pathetically.

Yeosang tuts softly and continues his abuse of your pussy. “Not today pup, I know you’re too tired for it.” You think about complaining but think better of it. You’re just grateful to get his pretty, slender fingers in you.

He fingers you with an unrelenting rhythm, not slowing down or giving you any chance to breathe. You can’t help but arch your back against him, but your body resists going any further because of his tight hold on you. He curls his fingers up, hitting a sensitive spot and you cry out. You pant like a dog in heat, every inch of your body twitching.

Yeosang attaches his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking in deep purple marks, humming appreciatively. He loves when you get so responsive, it’s his one of many favorite things about you. As much as you try to hide your noises, it’s no use because the way Yeosang knows your body inside and out is matchless.

His thumbs sneaks to your bundle of nerves and circles frantically, desperate to make you cum. You close your eyes and clench your whole body as you cum intensely, so intense that your ears block out every sound around you, making everything muffled. You can barely breathe, your breaths sounding like wheezes.

“Hi beautiful, there you are.” Yeosang pushes the hair out of your face, revealing your sweaty but stunning features. You whimper in response, too drained to get a single word out. “That was a lot huh.”

He grabs your limp body and lifts you off the bed. As he gets off he makes sure to give Jongho a loving and reassuring kiss, showing him that he appreciates and adores him.

“My most beautiful pups.”

[bomber-grl]

Nico Di Angelo x Child of Medusa 🐍

Pairing(s): Nico Di Angelo x M!Reader

A req for @calypso-74213! Also cringe-ish warning

Everyone at camp is terrified of you

I mean its said that people are scared of what they don’t understand

And you’re sort of an anomaly

Not to mention that you’re able to turn ppl to stone, the only barrier separating them and you, bding your sunglasses

Also because you closely resemble humans/ demigods

Yknow, besides the snakes instead of/ amongst your hair, scales here and there, and your eyes

Especially since Medusa isn’t known to be particularly fond of men, so it leaves much to think about and question

Then again, Athena-

Anyway

Many aren’t fond of you, that’s a given. I mean many campers weren’t very welcoming of Nico and his status(?) as son of hades so I can only imagine the treatment you go through

I mean at least everyone has the decency to pretend to be nice to you

But the tension is still there

The first day you were introduced was by Chiron, usually he’d leave the camper up to the counselor these days but you’re a special exception (along with Percy)

So bam, new cabin for not a god but rather Medusa

I’d imagine a lot of discourse, especially since it’s only for godly parents and the whole pride aspect

But eventually, with much persistence from Percy and others who are willing to back you up, you get one

Which is only a result of them being proven wrong by your origins and proven to be a nice person

Also, might I add, you’re likely here because of being mortal/not completely monster and need protection like many demigods

Anyways, Nico isn’t at camp all that much

Especially since he has this idea that many people aren’t fond of him (which changes throughout the series)

When he hears about you through the grapevine he’s intrigued

He never thought that someone such as yourself would even exist but then again he could say that about the gods and Olympus

Only once he finds out that you’re treated like shit (at the start of your stay) does he go to find you and see what your deal is

And he’s pleasantly surprised

You pass all his standards

1. Don’t be an asshole

2. Don’t be an asshole

Oh, and did I mention don’t be an asshole?

You were more than pleasant to hang out with and he found himself looking for you amongst the crowds of demigods at camp

He looked forward to seeing you again

Only then does he realize how he’s fallen in love with you

He never would’ve imagined he’d ever fall in love with a son of Medusa, but here he is

He’s admittedly hesitant to confess to you

It’s so obvious too

You’re at the lake like you usually are

You tend to spend time there when you’re not having fun at arts and crafts or training with weapons

This is the time of day you two usually hang out and that’s only proven more by the fact that Nico is seated right next to you, gazing at you

Almost lost in thought but then you snap him back to reality- wondering what’s up

That’s when he just tells you, he almost shrinks away until you tell him that you reciprocate his feelings

He’s honestly shocked by the whole thing and just stares at you until you hesitantly hold his hand

From them on you’re officially boyfriends and he can’t emphasize how happy he is to have you

The sun isn’t always shining and so bad things are bound to happen, what’d you expect? You two are a demigod and a half monster (?)

Your origins might be a mystery but you know better than anyone not to fear the dark

So when Nicos having certain days where he’s struggling, he’s glad that you can embrace all of him

Change of tone but you and Nico are just chilling as Jules- Albert drives you places when Nico realizes something

He’s never seen your eyes, or rather, looked you straight on

I mean you’ve kissed, hugged, etc etc but he’s never seen you without your glasses

Which how could he? He’d literally be turned to stone

But that doesn’t stop him from wondering

His eerily long silence next to you prompts you to ask him what’s up

And finally after much convincing that ‘we listen and we don’t judge’

He tells you

And of course you laugh but just because you find it endearing that he wants to

Of course it’s something that never goes anywhere but if he asks a Hecate kid if there’s stone proof potions- well that’s none of your business

[vonlipvig]

everytime i get out of the subway on my way home from work i play a game i call subway f1 where i try to be the first one out of the station and involves stuff like qualifying (how close you get to the doors/how quickly you get past the turnstiles) and racing up the stairs and into the exit tunnel, and it's always very fun, but today it was extra fun cause there was a guy on my train with a redbull jacket who was also getting off on my stop, so the competition was ON.

i got pole position of course, but when i was going up the stairs he was HAULING ASS and closing in. still won, tho ☝🏼.

[cinnaleaf]

「 Fireplace Freestyle | A Very Merry Footballer Ficmas 」

summary: you surprise your man with k dot tickets and he shows his appreciation by giving you a freestyle of his own | MDNI 18+

warnings: fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), language 🎅🏾: this was supposed to be longer fluff piece but my writer elf is ovulating and up to no good, what a ho ho ho | pt 3 of my ficmas series wc: ~1.7k

When Jules walked into the house, the first thing he noticed was how you somehow managed to turn the place into your Christmas inspo board on Pinterest. The tree he complained about dragging in last week stood tall in the living room, decked out in hand blown glass baubles, glittery gold ribbon, and a dusting of fake, but realistic looking snow.

You were sitting criss cross near the fireplace wearing fuzzy socks with a chunky knit blanket over your lap. As soon as you locked eyes with him you grinned wide, knowing you were about to rock his world and surprise him with the best Christmas gift ever. 

“You look like you’re up to something..” He eyed you, looking you up and down with his eyebrow raised as he dropped his keys on the overly decorated console table. You lost your train of thought for a second as you took in the sight of him. He was annoyingly fine and he never let you forget it every time he walked through the door.

“I have something for you” you teased in a sing-songy voice, doing a little dance like you were about to share a huge secret. 

He plopped down the rest of his stuff and crossed the room, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss. “C’est quoi? (what is it?)” he asked, speaking against your lips in a low tone.

“An early Christmas present. Just for you baby.”

He pulled back from you, tilting his head. “Nah.. no early presents. You said that. Remember?” He mimicked the conversation you had with him two weeks ago and then kissed his teeth. “I haven’t even went shopping for yours yet. Don’t do this to me mon amour.”

“It’s fine. Just open it, you’ll like it.” You held up the envelope, shaking it in your hand like it was a golden ticket. “You can’t say I’m not the best girlfriend ever after this.”

Jules eyed the envelope before taking it out your hand and ripping it open. When he pulled out the confirmation email for tickets to Kendrick Lamar’s upcoming tour, his mouth dropped. “Hold on...is this...?” He read the confirmation page in its entirety from top to bottom about three times and flipped it over to the back, expecting it to be a joke.

“Kendrick?! And it’s the Inglewood show too! How the hell did you get these..?”

You shrugged, all smug while smirking. “Ticketmaster can go to hell but I did it. Anything to make my man smile.” You legitimately went to war online for those tickets, but he didn’t need to know the privy details. It took you two phones, a laptop, and a sleepless night to grab them up, but you got the job done either way.

He leaned back, still processing while rubbing his jaw. “You serious?”

“Oui baby” you replied, still smiling from his reaction. “I was way too excited to wait until Christmas to tell you, so I–”

Jules cut you off and in one smooth motion, he pulled you onto his lap with the envelope still partially in his hand. “You..” he kissed your cheek. “Are…” he placed another kiss, but this time on your neck. “Incredible.”

You giggled but then he gripped your thighs and ran his hands up to your waist and you knew exactly where things were headed. “I’m glad you think so but–”

“Non, non, non.” His voice dipped low, brushing the shell of your ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Jules…”

“Shhh” He kissed below your ear, nibbling on the skin before roaming down further and kissing your collarbone.

It was a wrap after that. Jules could’ve told you a ridiculous lie and you would’ve believed him with the way his hands started caressing your body. His mouth moved lower, dipping his lips into the curvature of your chest while his hands went underneath the hem of your top. 

“I need this off, mon amour” he spoke against your skin. “Right now,” he commanded.

“But I’m not done decorating..” you whispered in a voice shaky as he started sliding your top off of you.

“Fuck decorating” You could hear the grin in his voice, probably because he knew he was about to give you a little present of his own. 

You didn’t argue – somehow all your clothes ended up on the floor and your head tipped back against the couch. The room felt hot, but it had nothing to do with the fireplace crackling a few footsteps away. Jules’ hands traced the outline of your body before moving to your nipples, where he softly rolled them between his fingers to make your breath hitch. 

“I should thank you properly” He slid down to his knees so suave you barely registered it until you were looking down at him. “Don’t you think so?”

You tried to answer, but the way he looked like he was about to devour you had you speechless.

“Say oui baby” he voiced in a teasing tone. “Or tell me to stop. Up to you.”

“Mm, oui” you moaned as he lightly placed a kiss on the inside of your knee, then the other, before spreading your legs apart with his hands. The fireplace glowed warmly against your skin as he kissed higher up, brushing his locs up against your thighs. He ran his thumb over the slickness of your folds, making you arch up against his hand involuntarily. You didn’t know why you were so sensitive, but you had to grip the couch to keep from falling off and he barely even touched you.

When he ran his thumb over your clit again, you whimpered and gripped the arm of the couch with one hand, and clutched the top of his head with the other. Your reaction egged him on and he dipped two fingers inside of your pussy before taking them out and bringing his fingers to your lips.

“Taste yourself, mon amour.”

You looked up at Jules seductively through your lashes, grabbing his wrist and twirling your tongue around his fingers to taste his favorite flavor – you.

A low groan escaped from Jules as he watched your lips wrap around his fingers. “Just like that baby. So damn sexy.”

You released his fingers with a soft pop and he leaned in to kiss you, sweeping his tongue over yours to get a taste of what was left. You moaned into the kiss when he gripped your thighs to drag you down to the edge of the couch.

“Relax for me” he whispered while pulling back to lower himself between your legs. His tongue striped against your folds and the moan that tore out of you was instant, making you buck your hips against his mouth. He pinned your thighs down with his hands in a firm grip, yet gentle enough to make you even wetter.

“Be good for me and stay still” he teased, making you shiver because his lips were ghosting over your clit as he spoke. “Let me hear how much you love it” The minute his tongue circled around your clit you did just that. 

The sound that came out of you sounded so desperate and whiny you barely recognized yourself. Jules was working against you like it was his last meal, flicking his tongue over your clit in a rapid motion with the perfect amount of pressure. Every flick, swirl, and vibrational hum had you writhing against the precision of his mouth while he alternated between teasing your clit and dipping his tongue inside of you. 

“You taste so good” his voice was muffled but his french accent had you ready to come undone with the way he said it. “I can eat you all night.”

The minute he said that, you became a babbling mess and your thighs locked around his head, quivering. His name came tumbling out of you in broken moans and breathless cries. He slid his fingers inside of you again, curling them just right as he took your clit into his mouth, sucking gently.

“Jules I’m gonna cum. Fuck..it’s too much” you whimpered in a shaky mess of a voice.

“You can do it baby” he growled, kissing the crevice where your thighs connected to your hip. “Show me how good I make you feel. Let it all out for me.” 

His fingers hooked inside of you and his tongue went right back to relentlessly ravaging your clit in quick flicks. You whined, trying to push him off of you from how good it felt but he wasn’t letting up.

“Don’t run from it. Take that shit. That’s my girl.”

The increasing pressure that was building up exploded, leaving you arching off the couch and screaming his name as you orgasmed. Your body shook uncontrollably as Jules groaned against you, and even then he didn’t stop. He kept going until he lit every nerve in you, dragging your orgasm out.

“Jules! Oh my god, yes!” you sobbed with your thighs trembling around his head while you tried to pull away, but he stayed put – lapping up everything you gave him like he couldn’t get enough of it.

When he finally pulled back, his face was glistening and he had a cocky smile on his face like he was more than satisfied. He placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh before joining you on the couch again, pulling you back onto his lap.

“You coming with me to Inglewood?” he asked, gazing into your half lidded eyes with a smirk.

“Obviously” you sassed while envisioning yourself next to him at the concert. “I didn’t go to war for those tickets just to stay at home.” You wrapped your arms around him, placing a kiss on his lips.

Jules grinned against your lips. “Merci, mon amour. Be ready though..I’m rapping every word.”

“Don’t embarrass me Jules. I’ll act like I don’t know you.”

“Ah, c’est comme ça? (it’s like that?)” he teased, grinning even more.

You smirked, running your fingers lightly over his locs. “Yeah.. it’s like that.”

“I’m front row embarrassing you then. Word for word, bar for bar. Especially when he does ‘squabble up’.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you pushed against his chest playfully. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Mm..I know” he said, pulling you close and kissing your cheek. “Best Christmas gift ever, mon amour. Hands down.”

[hellfirebarnes]

Slow-Burns - Part 4

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 5

@crowleythesexydemon

I split this up in several, shorter parts because I know the feeling when you want to read a fic but don't have the time or energy to get through a 10k+ words one. Also if you hate my writing you can just read part 1 and then leave it. Win-win I guess?

Anyway, this is set after Thunderbolts so if you haven't seen it - spoilers I guess? It absolutely does not follow canon, but yeah better to be safe than sorry.

Summary: Bucky has fallen. Hopelessly. And the only thing more hopeless is his team trying to help him get to the end of this slow-burn.

Bucky x fem!SHIELD!reader

1.9K words

Fluff, ''normal'' violence and descriptions of injuries. For sure out of character stuff, but I am who I am. Your appearence is barely desribed what I can remember, I think your hair and a couple types what clothes you're wearing?

You're referred to as ''Agent'' and ''Sunshine'' in a desperate attempt from me to not use Y/N.

Let me know if there's anything else I should warn about.

Otherwise, enjoy :)

Your doorframe almost didn’t survive.

Alexei came in first, balancing three boxes and a potted plant shaped like a bear. “Room feels too small for someone as mighty as you, but we will expand it with spirit!”

Bob followed, his arms overflowing with mystery bags. “I wasn’t sure what you needed so I brought—uh—snacks, a humidifier, extra chargers, three pairs of fuzzy socks, and a lava lamp. The good kind.”

John was behind them, dragging a flat-packed shelving unit like it personally offended him. “This thing has 87 parts. I’m betting 40 of them are pointless.”

Yelena appeared moments later, already opening drawers. “Okay, closet space is trash. We’re rearranging immediately.”

Ava hovered by the door, amused. “This is like watching raccoons redecorate.”

You stood in the middle of it all, arms crossed, grinning like an idiot. It felt like a hurricane of affection.

Through it all, Bucky stayed back. He helped carry your heavier boxes that morning before the chaos started, working in quiet rhythm beside you. But once the others arrived, he ghosted again, slipping away with a low “Just let me know if you need anything.”

You noticed the absence more than you should’ve.

The chaos died down eventually. Yelena left you with a handmade vision board. Bob had insisted you keep the lava lamp “for emotional ambiance.” John offered a high five and then complained about how your bathroom was better than his.

Now, it was just you. A quiet room. And a box labeled Memories sitting untouched by the window.

You were halfway through stringing up your fairy lights and Polaroids when you heard a soft knock.

“Yeah?”

The door creaked open, and Bucky stepped in, “You need any help?”

You smiled, surprised and grateful. “Yeah. Come in.”

He crossed the room slowly, taking it all in. The string lights. The mismatched throw pillows. The soft hum of music from a half-packed Bluetooth speaker.

You handed him a few photos.

“Where should I start?”

“Anywhere. It’s kind of a patchwork.”

You worked in silence for a while. He moved carefully, deliberately, asking before placing anything. You told him which corners to double-tape. You didn’t talk much, but the space between you felt easy. Warm.

He paused at one photo. “You and… her?”

You looked up. It was a Polaroid of you and a woman laughing in the rain, soaked through, hair tangled, city lights behind you.

“Jules,” you said softly. “We met in training. She was everything I wasn’t - loud, fearless, allergic to rules. I used to think she’d burn out first, but… she made it. She transferred to intel overseas. Still texts me weird memes at 3 a.m.”

He handed it back gently, like it mattered.

“This one?” he asked, pointing to another - a blurry but beautiful image of a sunset behind what looked like a battered pickup truck.

“Oh,” you chuckled. “I was hitchhiking through Colorado. This guy picked me up in that truck. Barely ran. But he had this old cassette tape playing Fleetwood Mac, and he gave me a cherry soda. We drove for five hours and didn’t talk once. Just the music and the wind. One of the best afternoons of my life.”

Bucky didn’t smile, but something in him eased. “You take these yourself?”

“Yeah. I like the way Polaroids freeze a moment. They don’t give you time to frame it perfectly. Just… click. You have to live with what you caught.”

He looked at you then. Really looked at you.

“You always remember everything?”

You shrugged. “The things that matter.”

The next photo you held up was of a rooftop at night, string lights, and two glasses of wine on a small table.

“This one?” he asked, voice rougher now.

You hesitated. “That’s… from a night I let myself hope I wasn’t as alone as I thought.”

Bucky didn’t say anything. But he reached out. Gently took the photo. And pinned it beside the one of you in the canyon.

His hand brushed yours, lingering for a moment too long. Your breath caught. But you didn’t pull away. And neither did he.

You had just settled into a blissful evening of nothing: no alarms, no missions, no group chaos. You were wearing sweatpants and socks that didn’t match. A cup of tea steamed on your nightstand. Your lava lamp (Bob’s gift) bubbled quietly. Peace.

So naturally, that’s when it happened.

“SURPRISE!” came a chorus from behind your door, followed by what sounded like at least one confetti cannon misfiring.

You opened the door slowly. Mistake.

Yelena stood at the front like a party general, flanked by Bob (carrying a tray of jell-o shots), Ava (already sipping something suspiciously alcoholic), and John (wearing a “THIS IS MY FUN SHIRT” T-shirt). Alexei appeared behind them in a glittery party hat and a “Welcome Home, New Warrior!” sash he had clearly made himself.

“What is this?” You blinked.

“Housewarming party!” Bob beamed.

“You didn’t think we’d let your official move-in go uncelebrated, did you?” Yelena said, already pushing her way in.

“But I-” you protested.

“Too late,” Ava said. “There’s pizza coming and Alexei made a playlist called ‘Songs for Strong Daughters.’”

“It has Whitney Houston!” Alexei added proudly.

An hour later the common area had been overtaken. Balloons tied to chairs. String lights glowing extra bright. Bob had made a sign out of glitter and foam that said WELCOME SUNSHINE, OUR FAVORITE (DON’T TELL JOHN).

You floated through it all, overwhelmed in the best way. Yelena insisted you try all three versions of her spiked lemonade. Bob taught you a weird card game you immediately forgot the rules to. John kept complaining about the music but refused to leave.

You laughed more in two hours than you had all week.

And, through it all - Bucky. He stood near the edge of the room, sipping from a plain cup, eyes quietly tracking you. He hadn’t said much. But whenever you looked over, he was already watching you. Like he couldn’t help it.

Later you had your camera out, snapping Polaroids between sips of wine. Yelena making a face. Bob holding two beers like dumbbells. John caught mid-eye-roll.

You turned and raised the lens toward Bucky.

He started to shake his head.

“C’mon,” you said softly, stepping closer. “Just one.”

He hesitated. Then nodded.

You clicked the shutter—whirr-click—and the square popped out. It was slightly blurry, but the image was unmistakably him. Relaxed, for once. A tiny almost-smile that made your stomach turn over.

Before you could say anything, he surprised you.

“Your turn.”

“What?”

“You’re always the one behind the camera,” Bucky said, stepping forward slowly. “Let’s fix that.” He took the camera gently from your hands. Your fingers brushed.

You stood in place, watching him like you weren’t sure this was real.

Then—click. The photo slipped out. He caught it before it fell.

You reached for it, already smiling. “Let me see.”

But he didn’t hand it over. Instead, he held it just out of reach, expression unreadable. “I’m keeping this one,” he said, voice low. “For my wall.”

You blinked. Your chest did that soft, slow ache thing it always did when he let something honest slip through the cracks.

“Your wall, huh?”

He looked at the photo again, then at you. “Yeah. Seems like it’s missing something.”

Before you could reply, a loud, delighted gasp echoed across the room.

“WAIT A MINUTE!” Alexei bellowed, jolting everyone nearby.

He stomped over, pointing between you like he’d just discovered gravity. “You two! You’re the match! How did I not see it before?”

“Here we go,” Yelena muttered into her drink.

“I have been wasting time setting you up with strangers when my glorious friend Bucky has been brooding like tragic royalty over you for months!” Alexei continued. “Why didn’t I think of it before? I am an idiot!”

Bucky looked like he’d prefer to be anywhere else on Earth. You were covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.

“Alexei-” you started.

“No, no, do not try to talk me down. I am fixing this! You will have romantic training montages! Sparring sessions full of longing! One of you will get injured and confess feelings in a hospital bed-”

“Alright, that’s enough,” John cut in, dragging Alexei away by the sash. “You’re done.”

“I REGRET NOTHING!” Alexei yelled over his shoulder.

The room was in stitches. Bob handed you a shot. Yelena raised a toast “to inevitable love.” Ava laughed so hard she spilled her drink.

And through it all, Bucky stayed beside you. Quiet. Still holding that Polaroid.

You leaned in a little, voice barely above the music. “You’re really gonna keep it?”

He looked down at the photo, then back at you. “Yeah,” he said, softer than before. “I want to remember tonight.”

You didn’t say anything. But your smile said enough.

Val slapped a file down on the table, already mid-rant. “Simple infiltration. In and out. No surprises. Which means, naturally, something is going to go sideways.”

Yelena raised a hand. “Do we get to blow something up?”

“No.”

Alexei raised a hand. “What about someone?”

“Also no.” Val rolled her eyes and flicked a look toward you, who had just dropped into a seat between Ava and Bucky.

“You’re team lead on intel,” Val said. “They’ve been moving data through a shell company in Madrid. We need access. No blown covers, no trail.”

“Copy that,” you said, already scanning the file.

Bucky sat quiet beside you, jaw clenched, knuckles brushing the edge of the table every so often like he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. He hadn’t talked to you much since the party. Since he kept that photo.

Not that you minded. You hadn’t said anything either. But you'd smiled when he walked in this morning. Just for him. He was still trying to recover.

The team split: Yelena, John, and Ava created distraction on the street level while you and Bucky infiltrated the top-floor server room of a sleek, glass building downtown.

It should’ve been easy. And it was - until the door sealed behind you and the power cut out.

“Great,” you muttered, flicking on a small penlight. “Of course this happens when I’m the one with the file.” You bent to work on the manual override. The penlight trembled slightly in your hand.

“You good?” Bucky asked quietly.

“I’m fine,” you replied. But you weren't - not entirely.

You hated tight spaces. Not a full-blown phobia, just… a lingering thing. A relic from a mission gone wrong years ago. You didn’t usually talk about it.

Bucky noticed anyway. He didn’t say anything else, but he stepped beside you, close enough to cast his calm over you like a weighted blanket. You worked in tandem, your fingers on the lock, his flashlight on the wiring panel. Close enough that his arm brushed yours every few seconds.

You didn’t move away. Neither did he.

The moment the power returned and the door released, you were back to mission mode. The others regrouped at the extraction van.

“Smooth job,” John said, passing you each water bottles. “Except for the part where you two got ghosted by electricity.”

You rolled your eyes. “It was barely twenty minutes.”

“I would’ve chewed through the door,” Bob offered helpfully. “Just saying.”

Alexei grinned. “That’s why we didn’t put you in charge of intel.”

As the team bickered good-naturedly in the back of the van, Bucky sat beside you, hands resting on his knees, shoulder just grazing yours.

No one commented. But you noticed. When you turned slightly to look at him, he was already looking at you. Neither of you said anything.

But the silence between you felt less like distance now. More like something unspoken, steadily building.

[smokinghorse]

LOYALTY The unparalleled devotion a Satellite has for his officer would make even the most well-trained guard dogs jealous. And if you couldn't follow him, you would wait at the end of that tethered leash until he either came home, or you died. You'd follow him to the afterlife. I feel like this one's pretty obvious. The lengths Jean goes to to check on Harry are incredible. Putting on a stupid wig every day in public for a week minimum to make him laugh, making Judit drive him all the way up there every day, pacing the jetty with anxiety, checking his mailbox religiously, waiting by Jule's station for him to call. You'd follow that man to the ends of the earth, wouldn't you? The trust you put in him is like that of a dog following his caretaker off a cliff. And you're both happy to do it. He's a guide dog, a hunting companion dog, a guard dog, an emotional support animal. Even in the "worst" ending, he still gives Harry another chance to sober up and work with him again, and the look back he gives Harry before leaving is truly dog-like. A dog, a loyal companion, leaving his incapable caretaker. It hurts him in ways he can't even verbalize

[meazalykov]

livestream

jule brand x gamer!reader

summary: a mistake will force the both of you to admit something.

the familiar hum of your dual monitors fills the room as you settle into your gaming chair, adjusting your headset and taking a sip of water. 

your fingers tap against the desk rhythmically, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling inside you as the stream countdown ends. the chat is already alive, scrolling at a speed that’s hard to keep up with. you catch glimpses of messages—“hi y/n!”  “top streamer is back (kai wishes)”—and giggle to yourself. 

your audience is loyal, supportive, and somehow manages to make you feel connected even though you’ve been living halfway across the world from your home country of the united states for almost a year now.  

“hey, everyone!” you greet, voice warm and cheerful. you lean forward, adjusting the mic closer to your mouth. 

“how’s it going? what’s everyone been up to today?”  

a flurry of replies fills the screen. some talk about work or school, others ask what game you’ll be playing, and a few just spam emotes in excitement.  

“okay, okay,” you say with a laugh, waving a hand at the camera as if to calm them down. 

“before we jump into a game, let me give you a quick rundown of my day since some people in the chat are asking. it’s been a busy one, not gonna lie.”  

someone gifts you a sub, the notification popping up on the screen. you grin, glancing at the message: 

“how was your day, y/n?”

“see! my day? it was good!” you say, leaning back in your chair. 

“a little hectic, though. i went out for breakfast this morning at this cute little café downtown in wolfsburg—you know the one i mentioned last week? their cappuccinos are insane. afterwards i had to run around and grab some last-minute christmas gifts for my family back in the states. classic procrastination on my part.”  

you laugh softly, pausing briefly as you think about the rest of your day. you’re so comfortable, so used to chatting openly with your audience, that the words come out without much thought. 

“then, my girlfriend jul—”  

you freeze. your heart skips a beat as the realization hits you like a ton of bricks.  

“uh, i mean, my friend jule and i went out for lunch before her training session,” you say quickly, stumbling over the words as you try to backtrack. but it’s too late.  

the chat explodes.  

“DID SHE JUST SAY GIRLFRIEND???”  

“WAIT WAIT WAIT.”  

“i KNEW IT WAS JULE.”  

“not lynn wilms????”  

you can feel your face heat up as you glance at the chat. it’s moving so fast that you can barely make out individual messages, but the general vibe is clear: they caught your slip-up, and there’s no taking it back.  

“uh…” you laugh nervously, running a hand through your hair. “i… yeah, i fucked up, didn’t i? shit the stream hasn’t even really started yet ha ha” you mumble, more to yourself than to the chat, but of course, they hear it.  

the chat continues to erupt with a mix of excitement, shock, and jokes. some viewers are celebrating, others are teasing you, and a few are still trying to piece everything together.  

“okay, okay, calm down, everyone!” you say, holding up your hands as if that could somehow stop the chaos. “look, i think that’s enough excitement for one stream. i’m gonna go, even though i just got on, before i dig myself into an even deeper hole. i’ll see you all tomorrow, okay? have a good night!”  

with a click, you end the stream, the screen going black as you sit back in your chair with a heavy sigh.  

“oh my god,” you mutter, covering your face with your hands. your phone buzzes on the desk, and you already know who it’s from.  

sure enough, it’s lynn. 

lynn: I watched the stream. uh oh..

you groan, typing back quickly: yeah… i think i just outed me and jule to the entire internet.  

your phone buzzes again almost immediately, but this time it’s not a text. it’s jule calling. your stomach flips as you stare at her name on the screen, hesitating for a moment before answering.  

“hey…” you say cautiously, your voice small.  

“so… did you do what i think you did?” jule asks, her tone calm but with a hint of curiosity.  

“i’m so sorry,” you blurt out, the words tumbling out in a rush. 

“it just slipped out! i was talking about my day, and i wasn’t thinking, and then—”  

“y/n,” jule interrupts, her voice steady. 

“breathe. it’s okay.”  

“but we agreed to keep it private for at least a year, and now��”  

“y/n,” she says again, a little more firmly this time.

 “it’s okay. i know you didn’t mean to. honestly, people were going to figure it out eventually.”  

you fall silent, guilt still gnawing at you. 

“are you sure you’re not mad? because i feel awful, jule. like, seriously awful.”  

“i’m not mad,” she reassures you, her voice softening. 

“i promise. if anything, it’s kind of funny. you tried so hard to cover it up, but your chat is way too smart for that.”  

you let out a small, reluctant laugh. 

“yeah, they’re too smart for their own good but still, i feel like i messed up.”  

“you didn’t,” she says firmly. 

“it’s fine. really. now stop beating yourself up about it, okay?”  

“okay,” you mumble, though the guilt still lingers.  

the week that follows is a blur. the initial frenzy around your slip-up starts to die down, but the topic still pops up in your community and on social media. jule keeps things normal between you two, never bringing it up unless you do, which helps ease some of your worry. 

still, you can’t shake the feeling that you let her down.  

then, one afternoon, your phone buzzes with a notification from jule’s instagram story. curious, you open it, and your heart skips a beat.  

there, on her story, is a picture of you two from a few weeks ago. 

(pretend this is jule and you of course)

your jaw drops as you stare at the post, reading and rereading the words.  

quickly calling jule, your voice a mix of shock and amusement. 

“you really just hard-launched us like that?”  

“well, people already knew, didn’t they?” she teases. 

“might as well...”  

the taller blond gets cut off as you laugh, the sound finally free of the guilt that’s been weighing you down all week. 

“you’re amazing, you know that?”  

“i do,” she says, her tone playful. 

“and so are you. now, can we move on from this?”  

“yeah,” you say, and this time, you mean it.  

masterlist

[mapiforpresident]

hii can i request lynn wilms x reader with prompt number 4 <3

Right Here, Always

Lynn x reader

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Your body was tired in that deep, bone-heavy way that made even blinking feel like effort. The kind of tired that came from twelve hours on your feet, a hospital floor that never slowed down, and a brain that hadn’t stopped running since 6 a.m. Your name tag still clung crooked to your scrubs, and you were about three seconds from collapsing the second your key turned in the lock.

The apartment was quiet when you stepped in, dimly lit with the warm glow of the lamp Lynn always turned on before you came home. Your heart eased a little at the sight of it, your shared little space in Wolfsburg. Shoes tucked haphazardly by the door. Her hoodie slung over the back of the chair. That tiny slice of life you’d built together.

You kicked off your sneakers and didn’t even make it fully into the living room before Lynn appeared in the doorway, her hair in a messy bun, wearing your favorite hoodie of hers and a pair of those comfy grey joggers that she owned like three pairs of.

Her face lit up when she saw you.

“Hey,” she said, voice quiet like she knew you didn’t have much left in the tank.

“Hi,” you breathed, and just like that, the rest of your day dropped off your shoulders.

She stepped forward, slipping her arms around your waist. “Rough one?”

You nodded, head tipping forward to rest against her shoulder. She ran a gentle hand up and down your back.

“No talking,” you mumbled. “Just holding.”

Lynn laughed softly. “Deal.”

You stayed like that for a minute, swaying slightly in place, her arms a cocoon around you, her body warm and steady and here.

Eventually, she nudged your temple with her lips. “Come on. Couch. You need to not stand anymore.”

You let her guide you to the couch and collapsed without resistance, head landing in her lap. She adjusted without complaint, her fingers already slipping into your hair with the kind of tenderness that made your chest ache a little.

“How was training?” you asked quietly, voice muffled by the hem of her hoodie.

She shrugged, careful not to jostle you. “Good. Nothing exciting. Jule tried to nutmeg me again, failed miserably.”

You smiled weakly.

Her hand kept moving through your hair, slow and rhythmic. Your eyes were already drooping. There was something about being with her like this, quiet, soft, no pressure to be anything but tired, that let your body finally, finally relax.

“You know,” Lynn murmured, her voice a low hum you felt more than heard, “when we were sixteen and you told me you wanted to be a nurse, I don’t think I realized how hard that job would be on you.”

You shifted slightly, her hand never stopping. “You were busy trying to make it pro.”

“Yeah, and you were studying until 2 a.m. and making me tea for my nerves before every big game,” she said softly.

A pause.

“I’m proud of you.”

The words hit something soft in you, something that had been holding its breath all day.

You didn’t say anything. Just turned your face into her thigh and exhaled slowly.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Rest. I’ve got you.”

And you did. You didn’t mean to fall asleep, you just closed your eyes for a second, wrapped in her scent and her warmth, the world finally quiet, and everything faded.

When you woke up, it was dark. Lynn was still there, one arm draped across your back protectively, her head tilted back on the couch cushion, completely asleep.

You blinked slowly, heart full in that quiet, steady way. This girl, the one you’d known since you were both just kids, was still your safe place. Still home.

You closed your eyes again and let yourself drift back, her heartbeat steady under your ear.

Right here. Always.